#s;; jaymes young.

[lovphobic]

so i have a playlist folder titled not mine. and basically every playlist i like to listen to later (see: never. apparently) goes in there. and i noticed it was at like 40 playlists so i went and cleaned it. and i have two questions

1.) when did this get here? and 2.) what playlist was i making at the time for me to have found it in the first place?

[neil-perrys-reincarnation]

Star Trek AMV Masterpost (ongoing)

I feel like amvs are so often forgotten in fandom culture, so here's a list of my favourites! All are on YouTube, and all credit goes to the original creators. the links should take you straight there. (the majority of these are spirk, but there's definitely variety!!) some of these are pretty popular, others obscure, but they're all amazing and you should totally check them out. My all time fav ones are marked with a 💙.

Spirk:

Star Trek || A Thousand Years - [Kirk/Spock] -- this one is super well known, incredibly crafted, a beautiful homage to TOS Spirk and their journey that fades seamlessly into AOS through Spock Prime's memories 💙

Kirk/Spock - If I Were Gay -- absolutely hilarious TOS amv that feels like a parody, I laughed my ass off. all the suggestive scenes and hella funny lyrics to accompany it

Kirk & Spock │Renegades -- amazing x ambassadors song, the lyrics fit them so well and the colouring was spot on. TOS going through the original series and the movies!! 💙

Kirk & Spock │ Come right back to you -- exploration of TOS spirk's bond interspersed with show quotes and the most melancholic soundtrack. shed a tear at this one

Spock and Kirk Feel Again - A Star Trek Music Video -- absolute BANGER of a One Republic song, a TOS amv focusing on Spock and Kirk (with some stunning song parallels to Spock's emotions and the lyrics!)

Star Trek TOS | Two Slow Dancers - [Kirk + Spock] -- would you like to cry today? do you want to sob into your pillow? then this is the video for you. Mitski and TOS Spirk together is a gorgeous combo, and the editing is /on point/

Star Trek - Can't Help Falling In Love (Kirk/Spock) -- an oldie but a goodie, Jim and Spock's ballad of love all throughout TOS and the movies

Keep Holding On (Kirk/Spock) -- its the combo you never knew you needed! glee and Star Trek!! show tunes, glitter, and a completely TOS movie based amv about the events of Search For Spock and The Voyage Home

Running Up That Hill (Kirk/Spock) -- Kate Bush cover and Star Trek TOS? yes fucking please. don't diss the Kate Bush, people. ITS NOT CRINGE HERE. all your swoon-worthy, love-for-the-ages spirk content, some suggestive scenes spliced in the middle, a lot of amok time hehe

K/S (Kirk/Spock) - FUN -- adrenaline inducing AOS spirk fighting amv set to Troye Sivan!! some seriously talented editing and a very pretty AOS colouring

Spirk 'Blank Space' -- christ, this video was what got me to actually watch AOS. One of the only AOS amvs I cherish with my whole heart. the song is a cover of Taylor Swift's Blank Space - and imo it's even better than the original. I've ranted about the editing on a lot of these but this one just about takes the cake. fucking gorgeous 💙

Spock/Kirk - Blue (Star Trek TOS/AOS) -- angsty af and set to Halsey's 'Colors', this one'll get you sobbing. more slow-paced. also, both TOS and AOS!!

Spock / Kirk - Stay {TOS/AOS} -- Hurts is such an underrated artist but so many of their songs are spirk coded!! Very pretty edit, lots of parallels

Kirk/Spock - Landslide -- Fleetwood Mac and some lovely melancholic TOS movie reminiscing about Kirk and Spock's relationship as they're growing older and losing their youth

Kirk/Spock - Wait for It -- calling all Hamilton fans, this one'll be right up your alley. TOS fading into AOS and focusing primarily on Kirk and Spock's dynamic through Spock's perspective. fast paced and fucking wicked

Star Trek: Kirk/Spock || Hold on -- the obligatory Hold On amv (I feel like every fandom has one lol). AOS, spirk, some great angst here!

James T. Kirk:

James T. Kirk | I'll Be Good -- absolutely STUNNING exploration of AOS Kirk's character and psyche, done with gorgeous editing and colours and scene selection. I'm not a huge AOS fan but I played this on repeat for a week. Song is I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young, which is incredibly Jim Kirk coded. so so amazing 💙

Icarus | Jim Kirk [HD] -- snappy cuts and a great portrayal of AOS Kirk. Spirky undertones but nothing explicit. super poignant lyrics

Little Talks - Captain Kirk Tribute: A Star Trek Music Video -- captivating, beautifully edited amv by First Officer Nims (who make some of the best amvs I've watched), one of the most meaningful TOS Kirk videos I've had the pleasure of finding. It's constantly in my head, in my heart, in my soul. 10/10 💙

{James T. Kirk} BI BI BI -- all y'all bi Jim truthers, this one's for you. all of Jim's fruitiest moments from TOS (and behind the scenes) gathered into one camp edit and set to the glorious sounds of NSYNC!! featuring "are there men on this planet", "they seem to be bisexual" and Jim nearly kissing McCoy ;) 💙

jim kirk's babiest moments | fanvid -- not exactly an amv but it's close enough!! exactly what it says on the tin - TOS Jim being the most babygirl ever, pouting, flirting with spock and bones, fighting people by throwing himself at them, and much more. go watch it, you'll thank me

Spones:

What's On Your Mind | Spones || Star Trek [TOS] -- a masterfully put together and downright hilarious eighties-themed spock/bones TOS amv!! (featuring both Nimoy and Kelley's voices in the actual song recording)

Spock & Bones • Hopeless place -- two words: RIHANNA COVER. it's short, its AOS, it's fuckin Rihanna. what is there not to love? I have nothing more to say. go listen to Rihanna

The Night We Met || Spones -- Lord Huron and TOS Spones amv, it's just a general lovely video, great editing and the lyrics fit them so well. I felt Lots of Emotions watching this, and so will you

[Star Trek] Spock/McCoy - Please Don't Leave Me -- beautifully put-together video for TOS' Spock and Bones. It's giving so much 'we're divorced but still in love' energy. painful and funny and the bridge of the song is just *screams incoherently* 💙

You Had A Bad Day -Spock/McCoy *Slash* -- sobbing at this one, TOS and absolutely chefs kiss. scene selection is on point, it tells a full story. creator has found what I consider to be the holy grail of Bones' best angsty moments

Star Trek In General:

Star Trek - This Is Me -- I will be preaching about this video for the rest of my fucking life. think of every positive adjective you can; they all do nothing to describe how wonderful this amv is. Greatest Showman is good on its own... when you add Star Trek into the mix something beautiful happens. an absolute anthem of positivity and inclusivity and everything Star Trek is at its heart. Clips taken from every show, but especially DS9, Discovery and the AOS movies!!! probably my favourite on the whole list 💙

Star Trek || I'll keep coming -- very very well done HD AOS amv about the whole cast. feels like a movie. the creator has put so much effort into this and it pays off!! great homage to AOs as a whole

Star Trek | You Are Loved -- AOS tribute to the soundtrack of Lights by Sleeping At Last. Perfect cuts, great lyrics, big fan

[Star Trek: TOS] Party Rock Anthem -- the video for those who want to bust their ass laughing. superb chaos, you will have no idea what's happening and it will be fabulous

Star Trek DS9 - Last Friday Night -- the DS9 group bullshitting around and having a whale of a time for almost four minutes straight. ever wanna show a friend just how weird Star Trek really is? this'll do it. it's like if three hundred punch drunk aliens threw a queer party! wahoo!

Assorted Others:

Garak x Bashir - Hooked -- sexy, dangerous, catchy garashir amv with perfect beat drops and lyrics to die for. fucking sweet, I have this on repeat

Undisclosed Desires | Deep Space Nine -- DS9 Bashir/Garak slash, amazing editing and a sick ass song. Really shows off their - again - dangerous dynamic and the 'I can make him better' 'I can accept his violence' aspects of their relationship

King of Shadow ★ Garashir -- a more intimate, kind-hearted look into Bashir/Garak's relationship, less fast-paced and on-edge. Superb and filled with lies and whispers. love this one!

ϟ twenty years || Jim|Spock|Bones [TOS] -- melancholic but still quick-paced TOS McSpirk exploration. goes through the original series and the movies

Scotty/Uhura- "Hey Soul Sister" -- sweet and utterly adorable lil scotty/uhura amv. fluff fluff and more fluff!! big fan, I am such a simp for the cuteness omg

Garak/Bashir | ST: DS9 | Some Boys -- back on the dangerous garashir shit, this is the stuff of my best nightmares. amazing editing and the song choice is spot on. I've had the single by Death Cab For Cutie on Spotify repeating for a week *heart eyes*

Kathryn Janeway || Soldier -- I'm a big Voyager fan, and this is the perfect tribute to Janeway. It shows exactly how her character works, getting right into her head, and the whole thing is action packed. Paced spectacularly and argh just amazing

Those are some of my favourites!! Please go check some of them out! There are so many more, and the list is growing every day. AMV creators are amazing and I'm kissing you all on the forehead. thank you for your service 💙. I'm in the process of making a public YouTube playlist with all of these on it, so if you want to have that I'll probably link it eventually!!

[lapis-lights]

04 | I Love You For Infinity

'Falling From Grace' Series Finale

[Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Reader]

Song Title: Infinity by Jaymes Young

Content Warnings: Near death, Lots of gun violence, Experimental Stuff, They finally get to be happy :D

Word Count: 13.9k

Author's Notes: Here we are at the finale :') I really really hoped you guys liked this series as I spent such a long time on it. I know some things were out of character but hey! We live and we learn, yeah?

I'm working on drafting up potential ideas and blurbs for the next big story project so I hope you guys will stick around for that :D

Posts are scheduled for 8 a.m. EST every day until the series is complete!

Series Masterlist

Ao3

Summary: You and Leon have finally found common ground as you take your final stand against the J.I.E., but not everything comes up roses. Though, no matter what, Leon's hand is in yours and it was something you would face...together.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

'Cause you're the reason I believe in fate, you're my paradise. And I'll do anything to be your love or be your sacrifice. 'Cause I love you for infinity....

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

The next days are spent meticulously losing yourselves in the files you’d recovered from the J.I.E lab but also losing yourselves in each other. 

A switch had flipped in the atmosphere between you two and the abrupt shift from avoiding Leon to not being able to stand being away from him for more than a few minutes was enough to give you emotional whiplash. 

There are nights where he takes it nice and slow, worshiping your body and rolling his hips deeply into you just to watch your face contorted in pleasure. There are times he fucks you so desperately that all you can do is hold on for dear life and let him do all the work. There are days where you tug each other away from papers and reports and bioweapons to relax, offering up the suggestion of stress release that usually ends with one of you blissed out while the other takes gentle care of them. 

Sometimes Leon will go on errand runs that leave you regrettably on your lonesome, until he returns and catches you by surprise. You don't even get a chance to greet him at the door before his head is between your thighs, licking hotly into your core eagerly while you mewl helplessly above him. You're sure housekeeping is frustrated with your constant requests to change the sheets daily. 

It's not just sex, though. There are times you doubt that this is as permanent as he promises. There are moments where you stare listlessly and wonder when Leon will realize that you're not what he wants before leaving you in a cold bed one morning. While it never happens, he's always quick to soothe those fears with a gentle kiss and an offer to make cups of coffee for the both of you. Never does he berate you for thinking so sillily as your past partners had done, but rather he listens and quiets those thoughts with a tender press of his lips to the back of your hand. 

You're hopelessly in love with him, it's not even funny. You try and give back tenfold of everything he does for you, holding him during restless nights and staying up as late as you can when he can't find the strength to go to sleep. 

One night, you had read to him, voice laced with sleepiness but persisting nonetheless because you wanted to help him. Leon's head rested against your chest, reading along with you but not really doing but more than staring at patterned ink on the page. In reality, he would later tell you he was simply listening to your voice.

"Death is of happenstance, when we ebb and fade from the minds of others long after our indestructible destruction. We live and die in memories," you read sleepily, having selected a random book from off one of the shelves in the room. "The bittersweet taste of your absence on my tongue is nothing compared to the confectionary hope that you will be in my arms upon reunion."

Leon makes a noise of recognition, moving to look up at you. "I like that."

"Yeah? Do you read much?"

“Nope,” he says candidly and rolls so that his nose is buried in the slope of where your neck connects to your shoulders. One of your hands keeps a hold on the book as the other starts running mindlessly through his hair. “Love it when you do, though, sweet thing.”

That’s the other thing: his nicknames. Leon’s oddly obsessed with calling you anything sweet–sweet girl, sweet thing, sweetheart…While he does use others, those types happen to be the most common occurrence. They never make you fail to feel giddy, something like a schoolgirl finally getting the popular boy to look her way. Only for you, he seems to be just as obsessed as you are.

Admittedly, Leon's said he prefers you saying his name just because he likes the way it sounds alone, but you don’t pass up the chance to give him nicknames of your own. 

Things don't always go smoothly, though.

There are times you shy away from him, unfamiliar with his efforts. Times you question if what he promises is really true and try to not flinch away every time he reaches for you. Leon never hurts a hair on your head and while you know this, old habits do tend to die hard.

It's one night when it's raining lightly that Leon pulls you away from your analysis on one of the J.I.E.'s version of regenerators that the Los Illuminados cult created. You go whiningly, complaining that he was being too needy but secretly exhausted in a way that was probably all too easy for him to spot. 

Leon holds you in place on the bed next to him like he's afraid you'll try and run away back to the desk if he doesn't, but you don't necessarily complain since he's warm and the proximity is enough to make your heart do backflips in your ribcage. 

"You work too hard," he mumbles as the weight of the world settles into your bones. "Try and get some rest."

"Yes, dear," you mock, but kiss him all the same to let him know that you weren't truly mad. 

He makes a nice satisfactory noise, pulling you closer and kissing wherever he can reach, hands rubbing along your skin gently and leaving sparks of electricity in its wake. Just from his touch and warmth, you already feel yourself anchored down and sleep touching your eyes.

Leon lulls you, hands starting to mess and play with your hair as you allow yourself to be anchored down and down until the images fly behind your eyelids and sift through your unconscious memories.

You roll over and your face hits the sand. 

You stumble to your feet, the familiar weight and feel of a gun in your hands as the sound of helicopters roar in your ears as they fly overhead, shooting down the infected natives of the island you'd been sent to investigate. Nearly all members of the team assigned to you lie dead at your feet, crimson blood flowing in rivers from explosions, gashes, and bullet wounds. There's no time to worry about them, though. 

There's mixed screaming all around you, and aiming is second nature. A clean headshot and a well-charged kick is all it takes to take down the guy in front of you, and you swap out your handgun for a shotgun as multiple people form into a small crowd. 

You pull a grenade from your pocket, pulling the pin and throwing it into the sea of people. Stepping some paces back, you wait for the explosion before picking off the rest of those who survived the blast. It's then that your earpiece clicks and a voice comes through from your field managers back at headquarters.

"Come in, Python," they say, "according to our data, the source of the virus is right through the jungle. You need to gather whoever else is alive and head that way."

You grit your teeth, chest pricking with annoyance as you press on the earpiece and snap, "That's practically a suicide wish. We will not be doing that."

"May I remind you that you're not the director of this mission," the person on the other side snaps but their voice sounds fuzzy–muffled. "You follow whatever orders you're given and right now, you need to get to that virus."

You reload your submachine gun, and open fire. "Are you crazy?! There's only ten of us, maybe less. Who fucking knows how many are protecting the virus?"

"You signed up for this. We're expecting results."

They really were trying to work you to death.

The line cuts and you mumble a curse under your breath. A back hits yours and you glance to see one of the other team members has covered you from behind–a talented sniper who has played a role in more than a few of your successes in the past. It's a relief that she's been assigned here too and together, you mow down the bodies that are continuously shuffling and moving towards you.

There's too many coming close to her and enough that were far away from your side. You duck, twisting around her to shoot at the oncoming attacks at point blank while she props the muzzle of her rifle across your back to stabilize her aim. She takes out the ones that were a good distance away. You motion to her and together, you take off towards the heart of the island. 

"F.O.S. is insane," you grumble to her, swapping the magazines in your gun. "Sending two people for the virus."

"Better get a hell of a paycheck out of this one," she agrees. "When we get back, drinks are on me."

The two of you trek for what seems hours and time bends and warps in on itself. The next thing you know, she's not next to you anymore and nothing but the sound of nature and the wind blows through your ears. Confused, you whirl around and call out her name in hopes of a cheery response. You're met with silence and the creeping sense that something is watching.  

Your stomach drops as you aim your gun, anticipating an attack from any direction. 

Instead, a rumble is heard from far away and a flock of birds flies from the top of the canopy, squawking in distress.

A force knocks you off your feet as the island begins to undergo an earthquake. The ground sinks beneath your body as you fight to get back up, panic settling deep in your bones as your arms refuse to cooperate. You scream out for help, to see if anybody was alive left from the bloodbath on the beach, but you know the irrevocable horrible truth.

Everybody but you died that day on the island. The sniper had jumped in front of you to take a hit and sacrificed her life to give you a chance to get the virus. You had shown up at the J.I.E. with a small vial that contained a strain along with the blood of your innocence staining your hands.

The earth seems to try to swallow you whole, opening up as if to send you straight to hell. The heat is enough to burn the flesh off your bones and it feels like you're melting from the inside out. Another scream claws its way from your throat as the tears cascade down your cheeks in wet rivulets. You know you're going to die the way you should have with everybody else on that damn day. It was unfair, leaving you to be the lone survivor and the target of the trainers who worked their agents to death. 

You wait for the burn, for the fire to sear you alive when you feel that familiar touch. It's the same one that causes that controlled blaze inside of you–that melted the ice and saved you. 

It pulls you from that earthquake and right into reality, a sob escaping your lips as you scramble to upright yourself. You're sweating, eyes still leaking and your throat on fire as if you'd been shouting. Your whole body is numb and cranked to a hundred all at once, shaking like a withering leaf on an autumn day. 

Then, "Sweetheart? Are you with me?"

You flinch away, curling up before you realize who it was and what was happening. 

The bedside lamp turns on and bathes the room in a gentle yellow glow and you see Leon worriedly glancing over you, hands twitching like he didn't know if he should touch you or not. You've only had one episode before in front of him. When the night terrors bled into real life and he had woken you up then too. Back in the motel, it was nothing but awkwardness and the assumption that he didn't care whether you were suffering subconsciously or not. 

Now, things are different. They had to be. 

You sniff, trying not to look more puffy and bloated than you already do before reaching out, fingers searching for his own in a way they never have before. Leon sighs in relief, threads his hand around yours, and urges you closer. You fall against his chest and he tucks you into his body as if he could shield you from the outside world and hide away from all the distresses of your life. He doesn’t say anything–doesn’t ask for an explanation–just holds you and stays throughout the whole thing.

Once the adrenaline faded and you’re left with the exhaustion that comes after crying, Leon finally pulls away to get a good look at you. The care is more than enough to make you burst into tears, but you hold them back in favor of not sullying his shirt more than you already had.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice hoarse from sleep and screaming. 

“Don’t be,” he affirms, cupping your face and checking you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. “Bad dreams?”

“They usually are,” you admit and lean into his touch. Leon laughs gently when your eyes flutter shut, the warmth emission from him more comforting and grounding than anything else. 

He brushes strands of hair away from your forehead before twisting to grab the water bottle from the nightstand on his side. Leon doesn't pry into what happened–just stays with you as you drink to soothe your throat and settle down. You look at the digital numbers glowing on the clock. 

3:45.

"We should go back to sleep," you wince and fidget with the sheets beneath you but the reluctance is evident just by your body language and tone alone. "We should."

"We don't have to, baby," Leon soothes. "We can just stay up and do whatever until the sun comes up."

You don't want to return to that bloody beach–the start of many missions that would leave you in shambles and with less humanity than you started out with. It's almost laughable that once upon a time, you'd been a bright starry-eyed girl dreaming of changing the world. If you could rewind time, go back to when you were thinking of what you wanted to be when you grew up, you'd tell yourself to be an engineer or a veterinarian. 

Anything but this. 

Has Leon suffered through the same thing? How many people under him has he lost due to stupid mistakes and things that could have been prevented? You two really had to be so similar yet so different, but somehow, you'd found solace in each other.

"I got your shirt dirty," you frown, eying the dark patch that was no doubt a gross mix of your tears and maybe even snot.

He shrugs, pulling it by the hem and over his head. "Don't sweat it. I got a million more like it."

You can't help but stare at his perfectly sculpted chest that your hands have run over so many times. You can almost feel the heat of his skin beneath your palms. However, Leon's breathy chuckle pulls you out of your light fantasy. He flicks your forehead lightly, and you squeak as he rolls off the mattress.

"Quit staring, perv," he snorts, rummaging through his bag for another shirt. "My eyes are up here."

"We've literally fucked," you grumble, earning a surprised laugh from him. 

Upon getting another shirt, he disappears into the bathroom before returning with some tissues and picking up another water bottle along the way. You graciously blow your nose and clear all that gross mucus from your system. He allows you to finish off the rest of his old water bottle before tempting you back into his arms to lay back down.

You don't hesitate to get comfortable, breathing out serenely once you finally settle down. Reluctancy lies in your mind just thinking about going back to sleep and having to carry another gun or watch another person die, and Leon seems to catch on just as quickly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks gently, open to a yes or no. 

Gosh, you never would have expected the grumpy guy that used to insult you freely would be this caring. If you'd known that this is how he really was, you would have cut yourself off early, though it's a miracle something like this hadn’t happened sooner.

You take a deep breath in and blow it out. "It was years ago," you begin, picking up Leon's hand and starting to trace his palm lines in an act of distracting yourself. "I was sent to an unnamed island just off of Cuba where Umbrella had set loose a virus as an experimental field run. It was my first time giving commands."

Leon hums, shifting your position so that he can rest his head on your chest, listening to your heart and your voice while you continue brushing your fingers along his skin. 

"I was sent with a fairly large team but they overestimated us. There were infected natives that we were instructed to take out, but there were so many." You close your eyes and frown. "I remember the bloodshed–the screams of anguish of all the people I couldn't save in that first fight on the beach"

"Oh, (Y/n)." 

You open your eyes and smile, albeit a little watery. "I was the only one to get on the chopper that left the island that day. Stealth became the foundation of our training from then on and I was the one who bore the brunt of it all since I was able to make it out."

Leon scowls, all dark and lips curling back into a near snarl. "So they worked you into being their perfect little soldier." 

"Like a dog." You cup his jaw and run a soothing thumb across his cheekbone. "But, I'm here now with you. That's what matters, right?"

He breathes out, regaining his sense of control and nods. "Yeah. That's what matters."

You sit there throughout the night, holding and soothing each other through touches and the occasional kiss that borders on something more if the two of you weren't tired from being woken in the early hours of the morning. Instead, you relish in the presence of him. There's many things that go unsaid, including what your relationship is labeled now, but that's a worry for another day.

The next time your face hits the sand, your eyes fly open as you find yourself in an unmarked place that you can't identify. 

No longer is the feeling of silky sheets and Leon underneath your hands, but rather the rocky grains of sand that have already begun to stick everywhere. The sky stretches with the Milky Way, white stardust streaking across a navy canvas that seems to shudder the longer you look at it. Behind you is an island, the silhouette of trees rising up like a daunting wall and tittering with the sound of nocturnal animals. Somewhere, a bird squawks. 

Water rushes up the shoreline with puffy white seafoam before receding gently and restarting the cycle all over again, but its efforts never even come close to where you were sitting. You imagine it would be cold. The sound of waves crashing calms you and on this beach, things are peaceful. It's quiet, and soft. 

There's no blood, no voices, no guilt. 

You lay back down, let the sand pillow around your head, and smile.

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“Babe, come look at this.”

Leon perks up at your call, immediately getting up to join your side on the bed where multiple files scatter across the sheets. You’ve been drawing links between experiments for a few hours now while Leon makes sure you take a break every once in a while to clear your thoughts and make sure you aren't working yourself into a hole.

“They’ve been tampering with copying DNA strands,” you point out, reading a paragraph on the top of a page titled ‘Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer’. “‘Multiple test subjects have been shown falling apart or melting into a pile of unidentifiable yet useless substances. Dr. Walker theorizes that this may be a result of unstable skeletons and has proposed we build the structure akin to that of a machine. However, development would take too long so for now, we must continue perfecting the process’.”

Leon’s eyebrows furrow as he takes the paper from your hands and scans over the rest of the report briefly. “They’re trying to clone something.”

Your blood turns cold. “But what? They’ve been bulk creating bioweapons so surely that would be pointless.”

“Unless it’s not a bioweapon they’re trying to replicate,” he points out. “They could be trying to create a replica of a political figure or something.”

“But how would they have the sources to pull that off? They can’t get close enough to someone with power for a DNA strand or something of the likes.”

“I don’t know anymore about that than you do, sweetheart,” Leon mumbles, focusing on the report as his chin hooks on your shoulder and rests there. “Can you think of anybody that they’d get an advantage from?”

“Nobody else that you can’t think of,” you parrot, going through every person that they’ve targeted in the past. “Mostly I’ve been sent out to intercept the progress of rivaling companies and shadowing after you for information so your guess is just as good as mine.”

“We have to go back to the lab,” he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face and tucking it into your neck. His breaths tickle your skin. “Can’t catch a fucking break.”

“On the contrary, Mr. Kennedy,” you shrug your shoulders a little so that it jostles him enough to emit a mock aggravated groan. “I think you’ve had plenty of breaks since our last breach into the lab.”

He glances up at you, a red tint glowing on his face and you would have made fun of him for it if you weren’t going through the exact same emotions as he was. 

There’s a tense moment as your thoughts align on the same page for a minute.

“Wanna make it one more?” he prods suggestively and you have to laugh now, reaching up and patting his cheek affectionately.

“As much as I’d love to, I’d rather be able to walk when we head out. You really seem to enjoy folding me like a damn pretzel.” you tease.

“Start stretching more.”

“Give me time beforehand then.”

He falls dramatically onto his back, making a pitiful little noise as if you’ve wounded him. You snort, pick up the map, and begin marking down the route the two of you had agreed on but not yet finalized. The safe rooms are already circled in blue, and the major areas to avoid are in red. The best course of action was to pull an alarm and cut through the offices to the labs that connected to the computer room, and there, you could find the information you needed.

It was risky, and there were a lot of factors to be considered before the two of you immediately dove in. 

“That’s another cause for concern on the list,” you note, “along with the other ones we’ve listed down.” 

“Perfect,” Leon retorts. “As if the all-seeing heat detecting monsters and the eyeball motherfuckers weren’t bad enough.”

Throughout your view over of the list of bioweapons they’ve created, you managed to narrow down the ones they’ve deployed as a means of defense. One attracts to that of thermal senses and another that purely uses sight as it’s only dominant means of living, which means they’re going to be your biggest problems alongside the potential undead waiting to pop out. 

It’s also possible each one of them was injected with a variant of Las Plagas to make things even more fun. Total obedience was needed for them to function as a reliable defense system, and if they went rogue, it would cause too many heavy casualties. 

“This sucks.”

Leon huffs. “You can say that again.”

“We need to settle on a date,” you tuck everything back into the binder neatly before snapping it shut. With no grace, you fall onto Leon’s chest and he grunts as his arms circle around your waist instinctively. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Sure. We could go to the movies or take a walk in the park–”

“I will sleep in the other bed tonight.”

“I’d say a week’s time.”

You laugh gently, resting your chin on his sternum. He sighs, exasperated but lovingly all the same, and in this tender moment, it’s easy for the daunting mission to fade away. The outside world doesn’t exist when you’re with him and some part of him mourns that you’ll never be able to return to this suite when everything’s said and done. 

The future is terrifying since there’s no telling what’ll happen when he has to report back to the government.

Leon had explained to you that he was able to prod his bosses for an extended vacation after his former one was rudely interrupted by their request for his aid in dealing with the situation with Arias. You have no doubts that they wouldn’t hesitate to call him back though, so it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long. He assures you there’s nothing to worry about so you try not to be too bothered by the unnatural radio silence. 

“What are you thinking of, sweet girl?” Leon asks, running a hand through your hair and beginning to gently work out the tangles that bind together some strands. 

“You.” The answer is simple yet honest. He’s always on your mind nowadays, isn’t he?

“Yeah? What about me?” He tests and you know exactly what he’s trying to instigate.

“I’m gonna have to teach you some self-control, mister,” you chide, closing your eyes and reveling in the soothing motions through your hair. “You’re worse than I am.”

"Is that a good or a bad thing?"

"Whatever you decide," you say while stretching, yawning in the midst of the afternoon glow through the suite windows. "I wanted to ask you something, though."

Leon tilts his head and begins weaving a section of your hair into a braid. "I'm listening."

"Where do you see yourself in the future?"

He pauses, his motions stuttering before resuming almost cautiously this time. "What brought this on?"

"I was wondering what your plans are when we finally can rest," you close your eyes and make a noise between contentment and hesitancy. "We can't be worked forever and that pension's gonna be fan-fucking-tastic."

"Well," Leon breathes in like he's confessing a secret–like the two of you are children whispering things into each other's ears and pinkie promising not to tell, "I'd like to move into a suburban house–maybe one with a picket fence–that's in a small no-name city. The community would be nice but know how to keep to themselves. Maybe I'll have a couple kids running around. Work never really allowed me to think about having a family."

"That sounds really nice," you say wistfully, imagining it behind your eyelids. 

"I'd like to be able to paint and alter the walls however I'd like since I can easily afford something like that," he keeps on going. "A kitchen space just big enough to cook with someone and maybe even a window where I can watch the sun. I'd like a nice, cozy bedroom that's not neat or messy so I can bury myself in bed no matter what time I come home."

He wants such an idyllic life–one that you see in movies that everyone lives vicariously through because in this society, it was practically unachievable. Would you be so willing to have such a peaceful way of living as well? You can't fight forever, but all you've known for years is blood and gunpowder and pain. Could that world be something you deserve after everything you've done? 

Leon stops, rests his hand on the back of your skull thoughtfully, and says, "...And I want you to be in it."

You open your eyes and look at him, caught off guard. "Me?"

"Who else, sweet thing?" He laughs. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not letting you go after this."

“Stockholm Syndrome,” you hum. “Are you really sure you want me there for all that, though?”

“There’s nobody else,” Leon says seriously. “Only you.”

You breathe in, then out and focus on the heat of his touch and the weight of his words on your heart. “Okay, Leon.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. We’ll have a house together away from this all and you won’t have to worry about the monsters anymore.”

His eyes crinkle with joy when he smiles and you’ve learned what it’s like when he expresses any genuine happiness. It’s a sight to behold but surely, it’s one you would never ever forget.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Your heart beats in your ears harshly, finger twitching to pull the trigger on your handgun as you watch carefully for any signs of movement around the corner. 

The world around you sucks a breath in, watching and waiting for any possible movement that would trigger an event. 

Nothing but the hum of electricity can be heard, a constant drone in the background as sweat accumulates on the back of your neck and your stomach rolls nervously. Your arms shake and you're already aching for the welcoming feeling of the hotel suite. Unfortunately, things aren't that simple.

You and Leon had left early in the morning, once again, focused solely on making it out alive by the end of the day. Following the route and plan the two of you had finished up and agreed on, it wasn't hard to find and trip the fire alarm to the offices. People came rushing out–as predicted–but what you didn't expect was for the monsters to be roaming freely among the workers.

You and Leon had done the best you could, using the walls of the cubicles to hide away from the eyes of the monsters who could only see, with ugly pink bat wings and the body of a fleshy larva. It was only when the thermal searching bioweapons came in that you were positively fucked. Computers came crashing down, wires fizzing electricity and the lights overhead spark angrily as bullets were shot with desperation.

There were so many of them–so much that the rubble and the amount of monsters combined separated you and Leon.

You panic when you can't see him anymore but hope that you'll regroup soon enough, running through a doorway and barricading it with a quick glance at the room and seeing that he's nowhere you can find.

Hence your position now. You have to be careful since you're in an uncharted section of the laboratory that you didn't study in depth like you had for the rooms that you planned for. Carefully, you get up from your position and walk. The atmosphere is not helpful, and it feels like the walls have eyes. You shoot down any security cameras you see and somewhere along the way, there's a safe room. 

There's nothing but a few boxes of ammo, a dusty old typewriter, and a plant that smells suspiciously like the vials of herbs that Leon had made you take all those weeks back. The thought makes your frown as you root out the plant from its pot. 

Your time in that snowy motel seems like such a lifetime ago. It's hard to believe that just last month, you were ready to kill him on sight. Between everything that's happened and all the emotions that have purged, this story of yours seems like just the beginning. Catharsis–or something like it. Now, you're ready to have a life with your sworn enemy just because you were stupid and fell in love. 

Who knows if Leon really was playing the long game or not?

Once you've checked and reloaded all of your guns, you step out of the safe room and back into the long hallway. The door at the end leads to some kind of boiler room and the heat only makes you more inclined to collapse. However, you push forward and take in the environment. 

There's a large pod-shaped machine in the middle exhausting steam and monitoring its pressure on the side, which would be the heater. All around is a metal platform that winds up upwards with stairs at every level, and there's no telling where the top door might lead to. Instead of dwelling too hard on it, you begin climbing. 

The lack of any enemies or things to shoot lets you know that any destruction to the boiler would probably be too large of a causality so they didn't want to risk the chance of the thing exploding. You're about halfway there when the hairs on your neck stand up and your gut pangs. 

You grab your knife and parry the incoming attack. 

The woman backs away, clearly surprised that you managed to sense her despite the silent stealth she employed. It takes about two seconds to recognize who it is and your blood runs cold. Ada blinks innocently, sheathing her knife and jutting out a hip. Expertly applied make-up refuses to run even under the heat and humid steam of the boiler room and infuriatingly, you understand why Leon might've been attracted to her in the past. 

"Ada," you say, hesitantly putting away your own weapon. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I see he's told you about me," she tuts, moving to walk past you. "All these years and he still can't let go of me."

You think she's just trying to get under your skin, and you follow her just to see what she might say. "How long have you known Leon?"

"Mm...We have a history. One I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand."

You clench your jaw, reminding yourself that if it's a fight she wants, she'll have to work harder for it. What was the point in taunting you like this? Was it because of personal feelings that she had tried to get the jump on you earlier or was it part of a mission that she was on as well?

"You know," Ada begins, climbing another flight of stairs. "He's gotten good at acting–lying. He's not as predictable as he was before."

"So?" You reply irritably, ready to get away from her. 

"So you never know," she looks up wistfully, "he might be using you for information. When this is all said and done, Leon will get his hands on the data he needs and you'll be free from your contract. The business deal will be done and you can go your separate ways."

"Is that what you really think?" 

She looks back at you, something like pity or sadness in her eyes. "Maybe. I'm just trying to warn you before you do something you might regret."

You can't say anything about that. 

The two of you continue up the stairs until you finally reach the final door at the top. Upon opening it, you sigh in relief at the cold air and turn to find Ada isn't following. She only shakes her head slightly, backing away like she's disappointed or something.

Ada takes a deep breath in like she's trying to steel herself. "You're good for him. Better than I would've ever been. Don't fuck it up."

You open your mouth to retaliate, question what she means, promise you won't–maybe say something. You don't get the chance when she swivels around and vaults over the railing of the platform falling down and disappearing. You gasp, rushing forward to see call out for her, but the words die in your throat when you realize she's nowhere to be found. 

Left confused by the brief interaction, you glance back at the open door that leads into a narrow corridor. A lone door lies on the other side of it, and you try to remember if there was anywhere that it would lead to. However, you fail to, and decide that there’s really nowhere to go but ahead. You press forward, and the door to the boiler room slams shut behind you. 

You whip around, hearing the harsh click of a lock echoing through the small space.

You yank on the handle but to no avail. The thing’s bolted tightly.

An intercom crackles overhead and that voice that had spoken to you before when you and Leon had faced off the spider audibly clears the static.

“What do we have here?” they muse. “You two had better get to the main lab with all our fun little experiments. I’ve got a surprise–and perhaps you’ll find your way back to each other eventually. Don’t keep me waiting. Oh! Try not to die on the way, will you? It’s been a while since our animals have had a good hunt so I do hope you’ll be good sports and provide some much-needed entertainment.”

The static cuts off and rapid banging erupts from above. The sounds of the ventilation stagger and a shriek emits from the ceiling. You swap out your handgun for your reliable shotgun, making a beeline for the exit at the end of the corridor just as the door to the vent crashes down and you hit the floor to dodge the tentacle that comes flying at your head. 

You get a good look at what you’re up against–a pile of wet flesh that has eyes embedded into it like gems encrusted on a globe. Multiple limbs stretch outward from the main hub, wriggling hair-like tendrils spreading across the floor towards you rapidly. You get to your feet, breath coming out in ragged gasps. Your hands pump your shotgun and aim. When the hit lands, the thing screeches and puss explodes outward from its body. 

Being in such a confined space barely provides any advantages for you, and coupled with the fact that the mass of the bioweapon nearly takes up the entire corridor along with the lack of any environmental resources, it’s up to your combative prowess to get out of this one.

You grab an incendiary grenade and pull the pin. The fire is quick to make work of the thin tendrils on the floor and you sever the tentacle inching towards you from the side. You’re not quick enough to pivot around. A limb bashes into your torso and sends you flying, your ribs pulsating in pain as you slam on the ground. The concrete scratches your knees as you get up shakily, and you see your shotgun has landed a few feet away.

Upon not seeing you dead, the monster screams and focuses all of its efforts into trying to kill you. 

“Goddamnit,” you curse. “This isn’t good.”

You evade an oncoming attack, crying out when one tentacle wraps around your ankle and yanks. You fall on your back with a harsh thud and it begins dragging you towards the center where the monster opens up to reveal a mouth full of lines of rotating teeth. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you pull your knife and hack away at the restraint on your leg. The grip tightens enough so that you can feel the monster trying to crush your tibia and fibula together.

You have enough of it, dangerously close to the heated saliva of the bioweapon’s mouth. You stab your knife into the tentacle, and it splits  apart with a gush of hot blood. The shriek that emits from the mouth is enough to make your ears ring, but there’s no time to think about that now. 

Swapping out your submachine gun, you roll to your feet and begin targeting the spots where the tentacles source from. When they explode, the smell is so horrendous that you have to take the time to gag before reloading and letting the bullets do all the work. 

“You need a bath, buddy,” you mumble under your breath, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “Fuckin–this is what being an irresponsible pet owner does to a bitch.”

You sidestep another swipe and work on getting rid of the last few joints. Blood pours down the main body of the bioweapon and stains the floor beneath it, and as the last tentacle has been disarmed and popped, all that’s left is the main hub. 

It’s really unfortunate that you assumed it would be easy, but as the mouth closes suddenly, gurgles, then hurls a ball of acidic saliva at you, it proves that it won’t be as simple as you had hoped. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The saliva leaves a burn bark in the ground and you know that it would be hot enough to melt the flesh right off your bones. You duck and roll, barely managing to avoid another shot for your head.

“I thought I wouldn’t have to play dodgeball after PE in highschool,” you groan, trading out your submachine gun for your hard hitting reliable magnum. “Alright, I’ve had enough of your bullshit.”

The next time the mouth opens up, you can see the glowing heart of the monster beating behind a thin wall of translucent flesh just at the back of its throat. You only get a few sections to work out a plan before it spits at you again, you use the time to jump out of the way before firing a couple of shots right into the heart. 

It shrieks but persists and you take the period after the next attack to reload your magnum as fast as you can. Fingers dance quickly as you push every bullet into a designated hole in the round, aiming, and emptying all of it into the heart as quickly as you can. Just to be safe, you take a hand grenade and launch it into the still-open mouth,

The monster seems to swallow it, trying to prepare another acid attack, but it doesn’t get the chance. You duck, shielding your head as the grenade detonates and erupts. Guts and eyeballs go flying everywhere, and blood spatters across your clothes and skin. The monster finally rolls over limply and stays down this time as you finally stand to breathe in gulps of air.

It feels like you’ve just run a marathon, and your ribs ache from when you had been thrown across the corridor, but at the best, it might have been bruised. It doesn’t feel like they’ve been broken at least, which really was the only positive side to this whole thing. The bad part is the fact that this gives you a taste of just what the J.I.E. had been working on this entire time, and that didn’t bode well if they managed to get farther along than what you just encountered.

You pick up your discarded shotgun and find you’d only been two bullets away from being empty. You’ll have to manage your inventory better the next time. Taking the time to reload everything and check through your belongings, you observe the cuts and scratches you obtained during the fight. It doesn’t seem too bad, all things considered, and you decide to wait on trying to eat the mysterious herb you had picked up before.

The lock clicks again and you try the door again to find that this time, it unlocks easily. 

On the other side, you find a more open space. The room holds large test tubes that line along the far left wall with bodies of people floating inside of them, and tubes connect to various points on their limbs. On the right are monitors that track the progression of every corresponding subject and you go to the nearest one.

You walk slowly, realizing that every one of them were incredibly similar in terms of appearance. They hold the same face shape, the same nose, the same skin color. There’s only minor differences between each of them like the curve of the upper lip not matching or the varying heights by a couple of inches, but in general, they remain fairly similar.

You travel to the other side of the room and work one of the monitors that list it’s for test subject number six. There were a few tabs you were able to access, including the general review of the experiment as a whole. The computer screen casts blue light as the report loads and your stomach drops upon seeing the title. 

"The (L/n) Project - Molecular Cloning Process

Two weeks since Agent (L/n) escaped the facility. She has left behind all devices and managed to disarm the tracking chips installed within her weapons. We suspect that the tracker we injected into her has been damaged as well–Mr. Williams theorizes it must have occurred during her fight with T-X108 and therefore, had rendered us unable to pin down her exact location. The search parties sent out have not managed to find her.

However, she has allowed us to go forth with the cloning process. Her rebellion had greenlighted the project, appropriately named The (L/n) Project as we try to replicate her favorable traits and create a bioweapon capable of her abilities and more. 

This project utilizes a mix of the T-Virus as well as the Las Plagas parasite to ensure total and absolute control over the subject. Many defects have been formed due to the incompatibility between the mix of the virus and plagas, however, Dr. Stills remains optimistic and claims that we need only to find the right combination. Our last resort only banks on the chance that (L/n) will return and will ensure her capture and re-initiation. 

Should we apprehend her within the lab, she will immediately be injected with a plagas egg. From then on, she will be kept in confinement until the parasite reaches full maturity. 

Until that time comes, we will continue the cloning process in hopes of favorable outcomes. We have already gotten this far. All it needs is time."

The files about the J.I.E. dabbling in cloning flash through your head, and your stomach jumps into your throat. You return back to the test tubes and swallow harshly, now seeing that those are your features being reflected back at you through the glass. Those things are supposed to be replicas of you–formations that they took of your DNA strands and molded into your image in hopes of replicating your performance on the battlefield but better. 

They've had plenty of chances at getting your DNA through blood work and any hairs you might have misplaced or left behind. Think about it, you had willingly provided them all the resources to your genetic code on a silver platter simply because you believed you were working for the greater good.

You back away, shaking nervously as terror fills your system. You need to find Leon and you need to do it now.

You start running, stumbling out of the room into one much larger. It's like a factory, walls whitewashed and outlined in varying glass containers that hold a multitude of different bioweapon shrieking and clawing to get out. In the center is a control board that seems to operate a giant claw. Whatever this shit is, it meant no good. 

A door flies open ahead and you gasp, looking up to see none other than Leon stumble through. You're about to call out to him until you see him hold the door just in time for somebody else to follow after. A woman, it looks like, and your chest boils with something sharp. She's not wearing the same red get up Ada had been in, so she must be somebody new. At least, you hope that's the case.

You back away, watching as they head down the stairs together and go straight for the control panel. Before one of them can touch anything, you come out, gun securely held as you nervously shout out to him. 

"Leon?" 

He whirls around immediately, but instead of his expression twisting into relief like you thought it would, it morphs into one of confusion. His features set into harsh stone as he loads his gun and aims it at you.

You stop in your steps toward him, slowly putting your own weapon back into its holster and putting your hands up in a surrendering position. Wondering why he would turn the gun on you now if all times, you think with a pang that this is where he might betray you and has alerted an accomplice to aid him in this final stretch of the mission. 

This is soon cleared when the person walks out from behind him and you find you staring at yourself. 

"Leon," the fake you says, all nervous and matching your pitch perfectly. "This must be what they were talking about–with the cloning."

A bitter taste fills your mouth, insulted that this copycat would even have the audacity. "You would know since you're one of them," you snap, turning your attention to him. "Please, you've got to believe me–you've been traveling with a clone."

"Stop trying to manipulate him!" The clone's eyes shine with fake tears and you scowl. 

Leon hesitates, strung between two identical people and you can't believe they somehow created the perfect replica. How they even managed it is beyond you, but what matters is that there was a chance Leon could accidentally kill you without knowing it until it was too late. How could he handle it if his intuition is the very thing that had kept you alive and killed you all at once?

“Don’t fall for it,” the clone frowns, forehead wrinkling just in the same way yours did when you were determined about something. "She's just trying to trick you so we'll get separated again."

"You're one to talk," you seethe, knowing that losing your temper right now was akin to fighting a losing battle.

"Leon," she croons, circling around to look him in the eyes earnestly, "don't you remember all those nights we spent together? How free it felt to finally love me openly after all this time?"

He softens but only slightly, the grip on his gun loosens as he hears her recount the events of something so recent. 

"I've loved you for so long and didn't even know it," she says, so open and vulnerable like a mirror to your own emotions. It was eerie and creepy in a way you loathed, unsettling just how it was to see a reflection of yourself sweet talking the man you love. "Shall I tell you when I first admitted that I love you so that I can prove it really is me?"

She doesn't even wait for an answer before she's leaning in and whispering in his ear. Whatever she says, it must be something wild judging by the way his face flushes so violently crimson. Usually, it's you doing all that work, knowing what subjects will make his face burn in such a way that it's nearly impossible not to cradle it just to feel the heat beneath your palms. However, it's not you this time, and the fact makes you want to throw up and gag at the sight of it.

When the clone leans away, she scrutinizes his face before letting her expression fall. "You still don't believe me fully."

"I can't make a mistake."

"Then ask us a question," the clone suggests suddenly, matching your tone and body language down to a T as if you really just had a bright idea. "One only the real (Y/n) would know."

Leon's eyes turn focused, looking between the two of you trapped in front of him in similar stances. Really, what could he ask that the clone wouldn't know? She had apparently inherited all of your memories–all of the time you spent in the motel leading up to this second had been meticulously recorded. 

"When did we first meet?" He finally asks. "When did we really first meet?"

"Operation Counterpoint," the clone says immediately as if this were some twisted game show. "You caught me on an espionage mission gaining intel on Umbrella through your own mission. You almost killed me that day."

Leon looks at you and the raw emotion in his eyes as he waits for your answer makes you falter. You always knew him better than anybody–knew the things that made him tick and do the things he did better than you know your own quirks. You hope that intuition doesn't fail you now, needing it more than ever in this bizarre situation. Leon asked a simple question, but something underlined it. He was looking for something else–something more.

You understand what he's asking and you duck your head.

"When you saw my scars," you say quietly and nothing but the hum of electricity could be heard like the atmosphere had sucked in a breath and was holding it. "When you found out what the J.I.E. had been doing to me–how they were hurting me, that's…that's when we met. When we really first met."

Leon pivots and shoots the clone in the head, the throat, then the heart and as she falls to the floor, he reaches for you.

You sag in relief as you let yourself fall into his arms. The tension drains from your body as you find yourself in the clear once again. Leon–your rival, mortal enemy, and savior–pulls you to his chest in a real hug that you melt into. You haven't felt the warmth of an embrace from anyone but yourself in years before him–didn't allow yourself to. You suspect that he's just the same, or perhaps even more, starved of the touch than you were

His arms wrap across your back, pulling you right into the space that has become reserved for you against his body. His hold on you is so firm that it would take an army just to get him to release you from his sweet embrace. To be fair, you're not keen on leaving it anytime soon.

"Oh, sweet girl," he mumbles against your hair, grip tightening as if he'd rather die than let you go. "Angel, is it you? Tell me, please–please."

"It's me," you reassure as genuinely as you can. "Leon, you did good–you did so good. Thank you, oh my god."

The tension from the situation dissipates as you relish in the feeling of being alive and well. You can feel him shaking and you pull away only slightly just to get a good look at his face. Leon never cries even though he's seen a fair share of your tears and you've seen the nightmares that plague him every time his insomnia lets up and allows him to sleep. Now, you see that familiar well of hot saltwater welling beneath his eyelids and your heart hurts for what confliction he must have gone through while making his choice. 

You wipe them away before they even have the chance to make a track down your cheeks and his forehead presses onto yours desperately. 

“Leon, we have to keep going,” you prod, however just as reluctant to let him go. “We have to make it out of here together, okay?”

He lingers stubbornly and you think you might have to walk with him wrapped around you but he manages to pull away all the same and nods. You know he’s back with you now on a level head and that things were very possibly going to be okay again. You’ll live to see the day, and that was a true promise that passed wordlessly between the two of you.

Together, you approach the control panel and begin operating the system to tell you what has been happening.

Every single creature on the wall is registered to a number and every one contains at least one or more virus or parasite. Some of them mix together the T-virus and Las Plagas, even going as far to see if the plagas and Uroboros could be compatible somehow. The creatures maintain some sort of semblance of what they once were, ranging from rats to dogs to humans. 

This is more fucked up than you could ever have imagined. While the binder you had gotten had prepared you somewhat, even then, they only had one page of review and. This was the whole report, elaborately written for each of the bioweapons they had been creating.

“What the fuck could they be doing this for?” Leon mumbles angrily under his breath as he sifts through file after file.

“They wanted to take the bioweapon war to Umbrella,” you reply, nudging aside his hands so you can pull up the command prompt for the system. “With enough power, they could take down the pharmaceutical company and be revered as heroes for the anti-terrorism.”

“But the government would’ve shut them down the same way they did Umbrella.”

“Not quite.”

You enter in the string that brings up an overview of the J.I.E.’s plans, letting Leon read through it as you pull out an external hard drive to plug into the USB port hidden discreetly away from the open. Beginning to copy the information that was showing on screen, Leon sighs and catches your attention. 

“They’re gearing towards the favor of the public,” he realizes and you nod. “And this whole plan is why…”

“Why I left, yes.” You select all of the creature reports and start uploading them on the drive while talking. “They think that bringing a whole entire war to the companies is the only way to deal with them–they don’t think about civilians or people or the moral justice of those who do wrong. They want the advantage, which makes them no fucking better than Umbrella or Tricell or anybody else.”

“Who’s behind all of this? Do you know?”

You take a deep breath, trying not to think about what names or relations meant to you–especially higher ups who didn’t know how to keep their nose out of other people’s business. “Mr. Williams is the head of the J.I.E.–the one who made the company and announced its making under the false pretenses of making the world a better place. He built it on the trust of those who witnessed him jailing a couple criminals until he successfully apprehended an Umbrella team member. He was revered, and the J.I.E. received a lot of funds for his deed.”

“But?”

“But he’s been disillusioned ever since.” You look up at him seriously, taking his hand and clasping it between your palms. “Leon, promise me that if he manages to make an appearance, we run. He’s charismatic and knows how to get underneath your skin–you won’t get anything out of talking to him.”

“You’re sure about this?” he asks, squeezing your hand back gently.

“One hundred percent.”

Leon nods, trusting you. “Then we’ll run.”

The next moments are spent analyzing the creatures in the glass cases. You can see the wriggling parasites beneath the bronze flesh of some of the animals, stretching from Las Plagas to Uroboros to other possible variations. The animals with viruses don't have any wriggling tendrils but they do still snarl and rot from the inside out. It's disturbing, knowing that this was all right under your nose while you'd been willingly working for the J.I.E. 

When the hard drive is finished uploading the reports, you navigate away from the experiments and instead turn your focus onto the U.S. government. Leon makes a noise of confusion upon seeing you type in the buzzwords, but is effectively silenced when you open a file that introduces the world of hacking. There were so many files about getting through firewalls and securities that it's almost impossible to believe that they kept track of all of it. 

"This is how they're bypassing the protections the government has been putting up," you tell him, cutting and pasting all of the files. "With this, you can fortify it."

Leon doesn't say anything, just simply pulls you closer by the wait and kisses the crown of your head. You can't tell what he's thinking right now, but if anything, you're glad you can help him. He looks like he has something on his mind and you almost ask what he's thinking about, but instead resign to let him have his moment instead.

When you have all the information you need and have stopped needing to upload things to the hard drive, you unplug it and tug it into your bag. Together, the two of you start making your way to one of the exits you theorized. Sure, you might not be able to find the entrance you came through by means of the dressing room but at the very least, you could find a way out.

There's a dizzying amount of doors to get through and everything seems to be going fine. Nobody's come for your head yet and there's no monsters that have fallen from the ceiling looking for blood just yet. 

It's only when you make your way to one of the first floors that a strange clicking sound is heard and you and Leon halt to pull out your guns. It's reflectively dark so you have to click on a flashlight just to be able to see a small portion around you. The mysterious noise seems to be coming from ahead behind a crate of boxes and since there's no telling what it might be, the two of you proceed with caution.

Your footsteps are light, breaths even lighter. You monitor yourself in the way a doctor might, and the adrenaline already begins building. You approach the crate, lift your leg, and kick it in.

When the boards crumble, a shriek is heard, and you barely manage to dodge and roll out of the way of the humanoid that lunges for you. The figure screams, dressed in rags and streaked with dirt. One good look at it makes your heart twist harshly upon recognizing it: it's one of the failed clones, evident by the way her cheek is rotted away to show the inner workings of her mouth and her eyes are a stained color that vaguely reflects yours. Larvae wriggle within her gums and she stumbles to her feet, groaning incoherently as she sets her sights on you. 

"The fuck?" Leon hisses. "What is that thing?"

"It's one of the failed clones," you provide, aiming your gun again. "C'mon, let's get this over with."

You shoot the clone in the eye, blood spattering outward from the socket. She feels back with a mangled noise, clutching the wound as Leon takes his chance. He approaches rapidly, plants his foot, and roundhouse kicks the clone into the wall hard enough that her neck completely snaps from the impact. 

You whistle lowly. Showoff. 

"Overkill," you tut, shining the flashlight over the dismembered body that refuses to move even when you prod it with the toe of your boot. "It's probably safe to assume they've got a million more of these just lying around so let's proceed with caution, shall we?"

"Roger that."

The two of you press forward, coming across more defects that are bursting through the seams with incompatible parasites. Some explode outward with grotesque flesh and wriggling limbs that you have to shoot down while others seek to take a bite from your neck. Leon covers your back and you watch out for his, and together, you fight your way through the failed mirrors of yourself. 

You come upon a main lab that's circular in shape, guns held defensively and on high alert. It's strangely silent considering you'd just come from a room full of monsters and shrieking clones with skin melting off their bodies. 

You walk forward, finding a circular platform in the middle set up like a stage and metal stairs line around the whole thing. You're about to turn around to ask Leon what he thinks this room could be used for but you're suddenly grabbed from behind. A scream leaves your throat as you thrash, and Leon shouts your name. The cold barrel on a gun presses to your temple and an arm clasps around your neck as a sleazy yet familiar voice spits in your ear. 

"I suggest you stop struggling or I'll kill you right fucking now."

You stop, but choke upon seeing Leon being apprehended by a bunch of soldiers dressed in gear marked with the J.I.E. logo. He's strong, but certainly not enough to break from them as they pull and hold his hands behind his back. 

"Please," you whisper, barely able to breathe from the grip that's across your throat. "Don't hurt him."

"You know I don't run things like that," Williams snears. "Especially from dogs like you. You just couldn't sit still and be obedient, could you (L/n)?"

You scowl, fighting against him to breathe in before he shuts off your airways again. "You know I'd rather die than lick the boots of some greaseball who thinks he's some big head honcho hotshot."

"You never know when to fucking shut up, do you?!" The gun presses harsher to your temple and you squeeze your eyes shut. "Drop your weapons and this will all go a lot smoother."

This situation seems too against you, too harsh. Maybe you should comply for now, give them the ultimatum of taking you and sparing his life. You'd do it without question, but who's to say they won't kill you before he can make it back to you? You drop everything from your bag to your guns to your knife, and completely give up. Upon feeling you give up and going slack in his arms, Williams lets you stand, slowly letting go as to make sure you won't run. After all, he's got six soldiers pointing automatics trained at your body to make sure you don't try to do anything. He scoffs, laughing at your pathetic state before turning his attention to Leon who's refusing to remain still or quiet.

“Stay away from her!” Leon screams, pushing against the arms that hold him back, barely able to restrain his lean muscular body. Your chest tugs as if magnetizing you to him and your eyes sting with hot tears. “You put one fucking finger on her, I’ll kill you!”

“Oh?” Williams taunts and he raises a quizzical eyebrow. “Leon Kennedy defending (Y/n) (L/n)? My ears must be deceiving me.”

If looks could kill, everybody in the room would be dead with the way Leon’s eyes darkened. A hand touches back and you instinctively jerk away before roughly being tugged closer. Somewhere, chains clink and your whole posture goes rigid.

“The perfect soldier we could never replicate,” Williams muses, pressing a firm hand to the scars that shape your backside. “Not without discipline, of course.”

The room falls silent as Leon processes his words. 

"You're dead," he spits venom, dripping with promise. "I'm going to kill you and I'll make it fucking hurt, motherfucker."

"Don't listen to him," Williams waves Leon off as if he were just some bothersome fly before focusing his attention on you. "Haven't we taught you anything, Agent (L/n)? This fool doesn't love you. At the very best, you're just some lively entertainment for him before leaving you in a cold bed in the morning." 

Leon thrashes even more violently than before. You keep your eyes on the concrete beneath your feet. 

"You can't save him the same way you couldn't even save yourself."

"Shut up!" Leon's desperation leaks so candidly though his voice. "(Y/n)! Don't listen to him!"

"Oh, she'll listen to me," Williams circles around, forcing your head up with an iron clasp around your jaw as his face comes into view. "Dogs don't like to be chained up and beat, after all, don't you know?"

You curl in disgust when he lets go, and he continues up the steps to look down on the spectacle beneath him. Just as you told Leon, it's always power he wants, and now is more apparent than ever. 

"Mr. Kennedy, listen to me." You know he doesn't want to hear another word from the man's mouth. "I don't like to do things like this, you know. But, the girl you act like you love so much is more than just the foolhardy agent you've met on the battlefield."

Leon knows you better than that. He knows the way you cry and laugh and love. He knows how willing you'd be to take a bullet to the heart for him in the same way he'd put his head in a guillotine for you. Williams doesn't know the extent of your love, doesn't understand it. He might still believe you hate each other given your past passive aggressive reports on him–but it's clear as day that those feelings have changed since you attempted to cut ties with the J.I.E.

"She's special, isn't she?" Williams croons as if he thinks praise will have you sitting at his feet like a loyal little lapdog. "However, she still has killed so many of your allies–even almost you. Is that something you'll let go of so easily? She could be a traitor trying to get under your skin. She could be our specially engineered clone and you had killed the very real one. How do you know that she's loyal? Certainly, if she wasn't loyal to the very company she agreed to contract to, she'll never be loyal to you."

"You're insane," Leon spits. "Of course she wouldn't want to stick with the guy who's ordered her to be fucking abused into submission. Do you treat all your agents like this or just her?"

"(L/n) is special, like I said. Every special agent deserves special treatment, don't you think?"

Leon glowers. "You'll regret saying that."

Williams just his chin out. "And what makes you think that?"

The lights power down with a groan. The insistent humming drone of electricity stalls and goes silent. The emergency lights fail to come on. The darkness is black enough that you can't even see your hand in front of your face. 

A gun cocks and your heart drops. 

"Get down!"

You hit the floor as bullets start ringing through the air. It's wild, confusing, and you don't know what's happening or why. Your breaths start coming out in panicked puffs as you cover your head, and stay on the ground. Somewhere, someone screams and the blast of a shotgun is heard. The soldiers are commandeering orders and radio static voices are heard all over the place. 

Somebody touches your shoulder and you gasp, scrambling away from them, feet kicking blindly until they're held down. You almost scream before a comforting voice talks to you in a low tone and cuts all those defenses short.

"Sweetheart–baby–it's just me, don't worry,” Leon's thoughts run a million miles a second and they translate easily to his tongue and out his mouth, “C'mon, get up, we have to go. I can carry you if you can't walk on your own. Shit, he didn't hurt you too bad, did he?" 

You can't form a coherent thought but merely wrap your arms around him with a sob, too keyed up and overwhelmed with everything that's happening around you. Why did the power go out? Did Williams escape in the mess? Who was behind everything that was happening?

"It's okay," Leon soothes, gathering you up in your arms and you feel the floor leave from beneath you, "C'mon, we're getting out of here."

"What…"

"You can ask later. For now, we're leaving."

You bury your head into his chest and let him take you away to wherever he chose fit. The world seems like a blur as more men start shouting over the blasts of gunshots and Leon does his best to get the two of you out. You hear a hum running as lights dance behind your eyelids. Time seems to drag on and flash by in a second as Leon's body jostles beneath yours until eventually, you feel him jump and the roar of an engine fills your ears. 

You open your eyes as he sets you down on a stiff bench, vision blurry as you watch him leave. You don't know where he had taken you or if he'd ever be back, but weakly, you want to reach out for him. There's no energy in your body, exhausted from fighting for so long. People are still shouting and the smell of gunpowder invades your nose. 

You fight to stay conscious, afraid that if you sleep, you might not be able to wake up. Before, you'd been vehemently unafraid of death, but now? Now you're terrified of it. 

Leon comes back into your view, and he seems conflicted, but nonetheless is here. He gently moves your body so that you rest on his lap comfortably, your head nestled against his collarbone as he starts rubbing the palm of his hand across your head. You can still hear the screaming, the gunshots, the blood and pain. 

It feels like you're staying between life and death, back on an island and being with Leon.

"Sweet girl," Leon says just loud enough for you to hear against your hair–the first nickname he ever seriously used with you. "You've been fighting all on your own for too long. Let me take care of you."

Unable to hold back, you allow the tears to spill over at the weight of the truth his proclamation holds. How long has it been since someone's held you like this? Has anybody ever held you like this?

"You can rest," he croons gently. "I've got you, baby. You can let yourself go." 

A lifetime ago, it would have sounded like poisoned words from a wolf in sheep's clothing. But now? 

Now it kind of sounds like he loves you.

And that's perfectly alright with you.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

During the entire time since you showed up at the motel, Leon had been in close contact with the president back at the white house. You feel like you should have known, would’ve thought it was obvious, but he was very good at distracting you at the best of times.

Leading up to your final stand against the J.I.E., he’d been arranging a squad to be ready on standby in case anything went wrong. When you’d been grabbed, he’d sent out the signal for them to be able to track him down just before he’d been apprehended. The B.S.A.A. was ready, and they successfully cut the power and utilized their nighttime equipment to navigate the sudden battlefield. 

Williams had been captured and taken in for questioning. That much had put your heart to rest.

Leon had ordered an escape chopper, which is what he had carried you into in those final moments. Surely, things must have been more intense for him but you’d been so out of your element that you had completely shut down. A trauma response, maybe, from having to face the possibility that you would die that day.

You stand in the waiting room, wearing a nice little dress as you fiddle with the dark black hard drive in your hands. Your nerves won’t allow you to sit down or rest to any capacity and you anxiously blow out a breath. This moment would determine your future for the rest of your days. Maybe you’d be sent to jail for a lifetime to atone for your crimes against them, but you know Leon wouldn’t let that happen.

The door unlocks and a young man in a stiff suit waves you in. “Miss (L/n). They’re ready for you.”

You nod nervously, take one more deep breath, and enter the office.

The president is already there, hands folded stiffly on the desk as Leon stands to attention behind him. Right now, it was nothing but business, and you shakily nod your head. Reminding yourself that this is a lot more than the times you reported to Williams, you wipe your clammy hands on the back of your dress.

“Good morning, Mr. President,” you say, and thank the heavens when your voice doesn't crack.

The president only smiles non-threateningly, and motions to a chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat–and do loosen up, please. We’re just here to have a conversation, nothing life-changing.”

“Sorry, sir.”

He laughs not unkindly as you take your seat and clasp onto the hard drive in your lap for dear life. 

“From what I understand, you’ve been working with Agent Kennedy for the past month or so, yes?” 

“Correct,” you answer. “The Justice for Inhumane Experimentalists had been keeping me under a contract to pledge my mind, body, and soul to them and when I differed from their plans to begin a bioweapon war, they nearly killed me. I managed to escape and track the coordinates Mr. Kennedy was at."

"I see." The president nods to the hard drive in your hands. "May I?" You slide it over to him and he turns it over in his hands briefly before smiling. "You've done us a great service today, Miss (L/n). For that I would like to formally pardon you from any and all offenses."

A huge weight is lifted from your shoulders as you breathe out in relief. "Thank you."

"Although…" he interjects. "We would rather have you put under watch, which is why you'll be staying with Agent Kennedy for a couple of weeks. I'm sure there's no objections?"

"None at all, sir."

"Good," the president smiles. "There's one more matter I'd like to discuss before I let you go."

You steel yourself for the worst. "Yes?"

"I'd like to personally extend an invitation to you to join the D.S.O. as Agent Kennedy can show you the ropes and you'd fit right in." Your mouth drops open. "Of course, you don't have to accept, but it would be the best option for you right now and we'd hate to lose such a capable soldier who's survived enough things that would kill the average person."

"I…" You look at Leon who only looks back at you with a blank expression, but you can practically hear him begging in your head. 

"You'd be helping people–for real." The president looks at you earnestly. "And surely, you'll get many more benefits than the J.I.E. had granted you. From what I hear, you didn't even have time off."

You think about it, about how the trajectory of your life is changing now. What would happen if you said yes? If you said no? Surely there was no life for you outside these four walls, but could you really afford keeping on going with agent work? You look at Leon again, biting your tongue. You're a ruinous person–scum of the earth. But…if he thinks you can be redeemed then…

"It would be an honor to join, sir," you answer.

The president smiles. "Then you're dismissed. Do be sure to rest up, will you?"

You get up as Leon walks forward and motions you to follow. Dutifully, you trail behind him as the president waves a little goodbye on your way out. The weight of the world lifts from your shoulders as you breathe out in relief when the door closes behind you and Leon immediately slips his hand into yours.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" He chides.

"Actually, it was horrible," you correct. "I don't think I've ever been scared shitless in my entire life."

Leon laughs, pulling you along to where his little sedan is waiting in the parking lot. You’re sure that if you hadn’t been driving, he would've crashed it upside down in a ditch somewhere while he walked out fine. It seemed like something Leon would do.

He takes you to his home, an expensive apartment overlooking the District of Columbia that he claims he only had because it’s near the office and that meant less driving for him. You call him a dork and roll your eyes but feel that adoration for him simmer just under your heartbeat. 

While you shower, he orders food and claims he’ll help you settle in after you’ve had something to eat. 

When he finds you staring listlessly out the window to his balcony, he comes up from behind and rests his head on your shoulder, arms winding mindlessly around your waist and sighing peacefully when you lean back into him. It’s oddly domestic and comfortable, and it’s something you don’t want to let go of.

"This is temporary, isn't it?" You mumble brokenly, thinking about what Ada had said back at the lab. "You don't really…you don't."

Leon's eyebrows knit together in confusion as he cups your face and turns your head so that you're forced to meet his eyes. "What gave you that idea?" 

"If you just want me for the pleasure, you can say it," heart twisting painfully as tears well hotly in your eyes. "You can tell me. I can let go."

"No, no," he chastises, holding you close like the nonexistent distance between your bodies was enough to kill him. "When our job is done, we'll go wherever you want. No matter what."

"You don’t get it, Leon," you sigh, pulling away from his grasp. It feels like you're tearing your soul apart. "I've always been unlovable. No matter what I said or what I did, I always ended up alone–and I can't bear to get attached to someone who doesn't reciprocate the way I want them to. I can't do that to you."

He doesn't talk for a moment, frowning upon seeing your hands massaging into your upper arms. Self-soothing, and the feeling of your own touch makes a sad sort of feeling gather in your chest like dew collecting on leaves on crisp early mornings.

"(Y/n)," Leon murmurs your name with so much emotion behind it that you almost start crying all over again. "You know I love you, right?"

The whole world seems to stop.

"For infinity. Forever," he turns you around from your position and reaches out, hand waiting for your own. When you hesitantly rest your palm in his, warmth radiates from his body into yours. "You're not unlovable. Never in a million years. Not if I have anything to say about it."

You really can't hold back the tears now and his other hand comes up, thumbing them away as they cascade. 

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close enough to kiss him properly, unable to vocalize just how much his affirmation meant to you.

Leon kisses you like he needs you to exist. His hands rake across your body and your skin tingles with anticipation. When had you gotten to the point where the line between hatred and need blurred so intensely? When did you start needing his touch to be able to function properly? When did you start craving Leon in the ways that you would have loathed just a few months prior?

You love him, infinitely and eternally. Who knows what the road ahead holds for you both? But, as he carries you to his bedroom and closes the door tightly, you find you’re not as afraid of the future as you had already been.

An angel, fallen from grace. 

But, if this is the consequence, then hey.

You’re not one to complain.

[viktheviking1]

@julieczyras I have been summoned twice, and so I'll play the game twice

(finding songs that start with the letter V is harder than you'd think, let alone songs that I like lol)

Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional

If we have each other by Alec Benjamin

Kill your heroes by AWOLNATION

Toxic thoughts by Faith Marie

Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe

Evergreen by pekoe

Victim of nostalgia by Mxmtoon

I'll stop by half.alive

Not your way by Mister wives

Growing Pains by Maria mena

16/04/16 (Jack's song) by Cavetown

I forgot to tag people lol @dramamines @nottapossum @diamondkat @stearleart @threefingeredpencil @chaifootsteps @beelzebleh @fizziifrxg @fizzierolli @storm89 @mysticalflowerblaze @soupsstan1 @marvelousmugs @i-like-pink-lolzz @oddball-artz @102ebon45

Victoria's Secret by Jax

I'll be good by Jaymes Young

King by Lauren Aqualina

The end of love by Florence and the Machine

Here by Ancient Magus Bride translation by Amalee

Everything stays by adventure time ft. Olivia Olson

Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

I'll make cereal by Cavetown

Kids in the dark by All time Low

Inner demons by Julia Brennan

Noise in my head by spookyghostboy

Gravity by Sara bareilles

[elenavr13]

Darkiplier/Damien Playlist (Updated)

172 songs

Evermore- Dan Stevens

Everybody Wants To Tule the World- Lorde

Control- Halsey

Gasoline- Halsey

Dynasty- MIIA

Judas- Lady Gaga

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Castle- Halsey

Sing To Me- MISSIO

Kamikazee- MISSIO

Panic Room- Au/Ra

Isolate- Sub Urban

Elastic Heart (Rock Cover)- Written by Wolves

Crossfire- Stephen

Dead!- My Chemical Romance

Stressed Out- Twenty One Pilots

Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson

The Voice of Darkiplier- Markiplier

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys

In His Eyes- Jekyll & Hyde (musical)

Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me to the Horizon

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Can You Feel My Heart x Favorite Dress (slowed)- Miro remix

My Demons- Starset

Achilles Come Down- Gang of Youth

Monster- Skillet

What’s the Use of Feeling Blue- Caleb Hyles

Where I Want to Be- Chess in Concert

Can’t Help Falling In Love- Ice Nine Kills

The American Nightmare- Ice Nine Kills

A Grave Mistake- Ice Nine Kills

Left Behind- DAGames

Farewell II Flesh- Ice Nine Kills

Below the Surface- Griffinilla

The Wrecked and the Worried- NateWantsToBattle

You Can’t Take Me Anywhere- NateWantsToBattle

Goner- Twenty One Pilots

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring

Fake You Out- Twenty One Pilots

Miss You- Corpse

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

In the End- Linkin Park

Me, Myself & Hyde- Ice Nine Kills

The World In My Hands- Ice Nine Kills

Popular Monster- Falling In Reverse

Monster- Imagine Dragons

What I Could Have Been- Sting

Hushh- AViVA

Phantom of the Opera

Darkside- NEONI

Broken- DNMO & Sub Urban

Killer In the Mirror- Set It Off

Doubt- Twenty One Pilots

I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance

Friends on the Other Side- Princess and the Frog

Poison- WE ARE THE FURY

Apologize- One Republic

My Lullaby (metal cover)- Jonathan Young

I See Red (slowed)- Everybody Loves an Outlaw

Tear In My Heart- Twenty One Pilots

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

F.L.Y- Ice Nine Kills

Migraine- Twenty One Pilots

Car Radio- Twenty One Pilots

Demons- MISSIO

Snakes- PVRIS & MIYAVI

Villain- KDA

Royalty- Egzod & Maestro Chives ft. Neoni

The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley

Loser- Neoni

Not Ready To Die- Avenged Sevenfold

I Want You- Mitski

Poltergeist- Corpse

Life Waster- Corpse

All Of Me (slowed)- John Legend

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

Dark Paradise (slowed)- Lana Del Rey

How Villains Are Made- Madalen Duke

Love and War- Fluerie

Dark Things- Adona

Wicked Game- Ursine Vulpine

Neptune- Sleeping At Last

Enemy- Tommee Profitt

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

City Of The Dead- Eurielle

Throne- Saint Mesa

Paint it, Black- Ciara cover

Man Or A Monster- Sam Tinnesz

Dark On Me- Starset

Hell’s Comin’ With Me- Poor Mans Poison

Wires- The Neighbourhood

Liquid Smooth- Mitski

Little Dark Age- MGMT

Devil In Disguise- Elvis (LLusion)

Toxic- 2WEI

Dark Room- Foreign Figures & EJ Michels

Heathens- Twenty One Pilots

Dance With The Devil- Breaking Benjamin

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Somewhere Only We Know- Keane

Monsters- Ruelle

Whispers In The Dark- Skillet

Salvaged- NateWantsToBattle

Saint Bernard- Lincoln

F*ck You- Silent Child

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead- Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt

Broken Inside- Broken Iris

Sweet Dreams- Besomorph

EVIL- AViVA

Saints- Echos

Screaming Bloody Murder- Sum 41

Dandelions (slowed)- Ruth B

Master Mirror- Ashley Serena

Everyday A Little Death- The Count of Monte Cristo

FREAK- Jordan Friction

Broken (slowed)- lovelytheband

Michelle- Sir Chloe

Like A Villain- BAD OMENS

If It’s Vengeance You Want- Unlike Pluto

Monster- Fight The Fade

Listen Before I Go- Billie Eilish

Mary On a Cross (slowed)- Ghost

R.I.F.P.- MOTHICA

Nervous- Lola Blanc

Unravel- Johnathan Young

Lost In Paradise- Evanescence

Lies- Evanescence

Haunted- Laura Les

Dread- Unlike Pluto

Monsters- Shinedown

Black Soul- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Seeing Red- Saint Chaos

Villain- Bella Poarch

Lithium- Nirvana

Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Down With The Sickness- Disturbed

Animal I Have Become- Three Day Grace

Greed- Godsmack

One of Us is the Killer- The Dillinger Escape Plan

All The King’s Horses- Karmina

Gilded Lily- Cults

Haunted & Unwanted- NateWantsToBattle

Symbol of My Regret- NateWantsToBattle

In My Head- NateWantsToBattle

Vendetta- Unsecret & Krigare

Nothing To Me- NateWantsToBattle

Chasing Cars- Sleeping At Last

Villain- MISSIO

Used to the Darkness- Des Rocs

Unforgiven- Ghost Nation

Monster- Starset

Eight- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Devilish- The Phantoms

Motherland- Reach

Falling Away From Me- Korn

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Something Wicked- Starset

Darkness in Me- Fight The Fade

I Would Die for You- In This Moment

Eye For An Eye- Rina Sawayama

Psycho in my Head- Skillet

Done With Everything- Line So Thin

Monster- Besomorph

Twisted Games- Night Panda, Krigarè

Killer Inside of Me- Willyecho

King For A Day- Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn

someone i’m not- Layto

[spirk-trek]

asks: 11 and 21!

hi!! thanks for the ask!

in my previous answer to #11 they were mostly love songs, so i'll give five more except this time they make me want to rip my heart out of my chest :)

love is a laserquest - arctic monkeys james - camera obscura repeat until death - novo amor between the stars - canyon city moondust- jaymes young

these are very movie-era (mostly tmp) and not so much about individual characters as they are about k/s

& you guys are KILLING me with #21!!! i really struggled to even come up with TWO things but a third... i'm gonna chicken out again and say something that's not really "fanon," but a mischaracterization of kirk i hate is him swearing!! i guess it's more of a pet peeve? tos jim is a silly nerd who would not drop the f-bomb casually. at least not often, and it jarrs me if i'm reading a fic and it just happens out of nowhere lol

but again, people can characterize jim however they want. this is truly scraping the bottom of the barrel because the trek fandom rarely (if ever?) does anything that actually bothers me. in fact i'd argue i've become more tolerant because of it!

[v-era-18]

HoneyBee

Chapter Four: Book Of Stars

‘You’re a natural at astronomy. If you weren’t so obsessed with robots You would’ve been an astronaut,’ - Nana

4

The stars were more comforting to look at. After a long day at school of being ostracized and looked down upon it was nice to talk to them. Sometimes she’d pretend the north and south star were her parents watching over her. (Y/n)’s mother was better at finding constellations than she was.

“Do you see it (N/n)?,” Her mother pointed to the right, holding her daughter tightly on the roof as they both gazed at the midnight sky, “That’s Orion! The hunter, it’s your fathers favorite!”

It’s unfortunate, the night sky was all she could remember the most about her parents. She’d get flashes of memories of her first telescope gifted by her father, to her first large blue bear gifted from her mother. Both of the gifts are on the high shelf in her room-they aren’t meant to be touched.

The girl shifted a bit, the autumn air got to the roof's shillings making it a bit hard to stay warm. She didn’t mind the cold, rather she minded chapped lips and dry skin. In her mind the cold was a lot better than to get too hot.

(Y/n) sighed closing the math journal of tonight’s homework. Sam no doubt probably didn’t even finish, he spends most of his time with Miles in his room playing video games and talking about girls. She at first encouraged Sam to have a new friend-that was until she realized how disrespectful Miles truly was. The boy lacked some ‘manners’ towards females to put it into perspective.

So for now she focused on herself, her dreams, her plan-the family business with a new location in her name. It’s so simple, but her heart couldn’t help but want more. There were nights like these where she questioned her existence. She really couldn’t see her purpose at the moment.

Sure she excelled in all her classes, had a small loving family, and was better off than most kids in regards to money and standing. (Y/n) felt horrible for thinking these things of wanting more out of life than the life she was proceeding. The minority sometimes didn’t even have the options she did and here she was complaining about wanting something new. Yet her five year old self was screaming to concur the moon, to taste endless stardust and release in adventure to fill her raging appetite.

A loud slam of the door drew the girl's attention to the yard, before her stood her stressed grandmother. Poor Nana was probably thinking she was going to jump, but knew better. (Y/n) showed no suicidal tendencies, but they did have her going to a therapist to regulate her emotions.

“(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)! What are you doin up on that damn roof?!” Her Grandmother scolded, “You’re not allowed up there without supervision! One day you’re going to fall off and I’ll make sure to tell everyone at your funeral about how you didn’t follow directions.”

The girl frowned, muttering a soft ‘sorry’ even though her grandmother couldn’t hear. (Y/n) grabbed her journals and telescope and headed down the latter. Upon reaching the grass floor did her grandmother grab her ear and haul her inside.

They both headed to the girls room, it was nice and neat with a few papers littering her desk from history. The homework was due Friday but she decided to start early before she procrastinated. Her grandmother sat down on the end of the bed and patted the left side of her.

(Y/n) tried not to make a face while sitting down on the bed, it was certain situations like this where she became very awkward. Her and her Nana had moments like this, and they always ended with some kind of dessert or dinner. She saw it as an apology, ‘sorry for the conversation I’m only trying to help’ type of apology.

“Did I ever tell you how your parents fell in love?”

The girl snapped her head towards her grandmother. This was new. She wasn’t asking about the roof or how her therapy sessions were benefiting her, or if anyone has been giving her grief at school. No-she was talking about her parents.

She didn't like where this was going.

“No,” A soft utterance left her lips, “You guys really don’t talk about them as much.”

Nana sighed, “I know-i'm sorry about that. Me and your grandfather thought it was for the best not to mention them as much. You remind me so much of your mother. You’re a natural at astronomy, if you weren’t so obsessed with robots you would’ve been an amazing astronaut ,” the older woman turned to her with a sad smile, “But your sixteen now, and you’ll be leaving me soon-“

“I'm not going anywhere Nana-“

“(Y/n) you can’t stay here forever.” The woman’s voice was stern, laced with sorrow, “You should be out having fun-making new friends! Finding a boy-“

“Nana!”

“You haven’t shown interest in anyone other than those men in the books! And don’t you say those Weasley twins are just fine for now!”

(Y/n) closed her mouth quickly, the two twins from Harry Potter were very comforting characters. It was a shame to hear about Fred’s fate, she cried for days and stopped the series for a while.

It was silent for a minute before she cut in, “How did my parents meet, Nana?”

The woman hummed, she looked outside the window catching the sight of the Big Dipper, “Your father meet her at a party-“

“A party?” The girl cringed, she wasn’t liking the story already.

“Yes a party,” Nana laughed, “Although your mother wasn’t really attending,the party was at a park your father went to with some friends. Your mother was simply jotting down each constellation she could find by the lake, and your father seemed to find her after trying to empty his stomach of liquor.”

“Dad was an alcoholic?” (Y/n) deadpanned, “I don’t know why I’m not surprised.”

Her grandmother shook her head with a smile, “He was in college but one thing stopped him completely, and it was your mother. He told me their introduction was rocky, she told him to go away after finding out he was drunk; that was until he recognized a constellation on her notebook,” Her eyes softened considerably, “The two of them shared dreams and memories within the stars, and when it came time to go home, you father decided to write every form of communication that could get him to contact her.”

“Is that even possible? I mean phones were on landlines back then.”

“If you love someone enough it doesn't matter the amount of distance between each other, you’ll always find your way back to one another.” The older woman spoke with wisdom.

The teen let out a huff, “So I’m just supposed to fall in love randomly-“

“You don’t have to. Choose when the time is right for you” Nanna lifted up the girl's chin and gave a soft smile, “Chose to love him or her when they show you how devoted and a great partner they can possibly be.”

“And with that, I’ll be on my way to make dinner. It’s roast and rice with buttered rolls tonight.”

The older woman started out of the girls room only to be stopped by a quiet voice.

“How do I find someone like that?”

Her Nana laughed, “You don’t find them. They find you.”

~✯~

An uncertain hush fell over the three teens as Bumblebee rolled to a stop in front of the (L/n) residence.The Autobots were not too far behind, Optimus simply rolled in front of the black and yellow mech to stand guard. Their Storyteller wouldn't be harmed. Sam shot his best friend a reassuring glance hoping she could see the support within his gaze. Asking her grandmother for questions was serious as this wasn’t easy. Especially if she was the only guardian-only blood family you had left and trusted.

Bumblebee was silent in the front, looking through the front window in a daze. The whole ride to the residence he was awfully quiet which was unlike him. The display of the two girls showing affection flared his spark with mirth and writing anxiety. On his planet when courting a mech or femme it was disrespectful to entertain the possibility of another partner if they're currently in a relationship.

He was sure there was a connection-or at least sexual attraction from the hormone reading let off between Sam and Mikeala. From his weekly observations these past months the human boy had been trying to gain the female's attention, tripping over himself to earn a car and try to find better clothes. Not only that Mikeala seemed to be smitten with him the past three days, so why-why had she been giving Storyteller that gaze.

Had he missed something during his investigation? Was he two preoccupied watching over (Y/n) to miss the way the other female was looking at her? Mikaela didn’t hesitate to admit her “attraction” towards his Storyteller , in front of Sam no less. He was honestly trying his best to help the two grow together in the relationship, but the moment he wanted the female out of the car. Far away from (Y/n).

The mech turned his head to the side, noticing the girl messing with the worn out bandage on her knee from the night before. Her jeans were ripped from the decepticon assault, a few scrapes but she was safe. He couldn't help but notice her eyes red and puffy from the tears shed earlier, curls a mess from pulling it in frustration. Her fear was understandable, all she needed was a bit of reassurance and support to push forward.

“What exactly am I going to say?” (Y/n) but her lip turned to the blue-eyed male in the driver's seat, “Everything I’ve ever learned about cybertron was from pops. I can’t just bring everything up to her. Especially after we lost him three years ago.”

Bumblebee reached over and grabbed the female's hand for support, he offered an awkward smile in reassurance, “From what I've observed of the relationship of you two she’ll most definitely understand your situation.” His eyes traveled along the girl's face, the way she bit her bottom plump lip when she was overthinking to the way her eyebrow twitched in thought.

“This situation isn’t a normal one,” The laugh the girl let out was dry, an attempt to ease her nerves failed. “Pops stories-well if you could call it that-came true within a fortnight and I haven’t even graduated yet.”

Bumblebee gave it a second and chose his next words wisely, “Think of it this way,” he waved a hand towards her the recollection of their shared moments at the park that Friday flared to life, “Once this is all over you’ll have a story to tell. Only in this one, you’ll be the main character.”

(Y/n) heaved a sigh before relaxing in the seat, letting the words soak in. Her stomach did flips as she recalled the many days she dreamed of this, helping the autobot cause with defeating Megatron and saving earth. However a new image popped in her head, this one consisted of her laying in the bed a boy with black hair and blue eyes uttering praises and wistful expressions in her ear.

Her face cringed in embarrassment and frustration as she moved to get out of the car. Her steps to the residence were at an even pace, key in hand and ready to face what’s ahead. However she paused at the door, key at the whole begging to be unlocked. A wave of tiredness and frustration began to bloom again, this time her breathing was ragged again, tears threatening to spill over.

She didn’t want to talk about him tonight. For the first time she didn’t want to hear a story.

A soft hand was placed on her shoulder startling her. Looking through blurry eyes she could spot a tall mass of black hair and blue eyes.

“Who said you had to go in alone?” Was uttered from the male's lips. He gently took her hand and unlocked the door with it, they both gripped the handle together, a form of unity.

“Bee. I’m scared,”

“I know, but always remember, I’m right here.”

They both stepped inside. The house was quiet, Bee was on high alert because of this, they had seen the house lights on outside meaning someone was in the house. The Decepticons were known for praying on the weak and vulnerable, it would mean nothing to them to attack (Y/n)s grandmother to leave a message.

The girl passed the male with ease, she seemed to be heading towards the kitchen, it was connected to the living room, which had a wide enough opening for easy surveillance of the TV. Looking around Bumblebee actually liked their home, the blue and whites matched nicely with worn gold accents here and there throughout. The frames of the family is what truly drew him in, the was a certain picture of a little girl with two front teeth missing holding up a worn out green spiral notebook. Across her chest held a sash reading ‘First Place Storyteller’. A wide smile spread across his face-.

“Cute, isn’t she?” An elderly voice spoke next to him.

Bumblebee jumped backwards, nearly running into the coffee table next to the couch. He hadn’t heard the woman sneak up behind him, for a scout he felt severely humbled by that fact alone.

“Nana?” (Y/n) had emerged from her room, she had heard her grandmother speak while she was rummaging through her backpack for her grandfather's book.

Her grandmother smiled, in her hands were a leather bound book, the letters (L/n) engraved in silver. “I’m assuming the two of you are looking for this?”

Bumblebee joined (Y/n) side and nodded in confirmation, “I’m sorry to bother you Mrs (L/n) so late in the night-“

“Oh quit it with the formalities young scout,” Nana let out a warm laugh noticing the males embarrassment, “It’s been so long since I’ve had an autobot in my home. I’m sad that I couldn’t invite you under less stressful circumstances.”

The scout bristled, “How did you know I was-“

“You’re one of the most well known autobots to draw their names in history. (M/n) had written a story about you in chapter twenty eight of (D/n)s book. Your contribution to the war wasn’t overlooked.”

(Y/n)s mouth dropped, the girl's heart heated rapidly in her chest from the words sinking in, “Y-you knew?! Everything is real-“

“Yes my dear, I’m so sorry you had to find out so late,” Her grandmother’s expressions turned mournful, “Your father didn’t wish this for you so young, and his last dying wish was to wait at least till you were twenty. Funny how times turn out.”

“Twenty?!”

“You would be a responsible adult and wouldn’t be under our roof anymore, it’s a normal age for the storyteller line to continue.”

Nana moved to the sofa to take a seat, she motioned for the other two to follow. Bumblebee took a seat in the loveseat next to (Y/n), he got a good feel of the chair; polyester, it was nice. He glanced over noticing the bouncing of the girl's leg, she was glancing at her grandmother anxiously. Bee reached over and grabbed her hand giving it a soft squeeze, her movements stopped. Her grandmother noticed.

“You two have gotten close the past two days,” She was smiling, watching the two grow flustered, “It's nice to see you wont be as lonely anymore Starlight.”

“Starlight?” Bumblebee questioned.

“My nickname,” (Y/n) whispered softly, “It was the name my parents and..”

“(GD/N),” Nana whispered softly, “You don't have to avoid his name like the plague dear.” The older woman rubbed the book in her hand gently, the cover wasn't as worn out like the others, almost like it was preserved to maintain its beauty. (Y/n) has seen several leather bounds in her grandfather's office, however it intrigued her why she never saw one before.

Her grandmother noticed her stare, “I suppose it's time to tell you the full truth of our family. However, it will be shortened due to the lack of time we have.” The two watched as an old picture frame was pulled from underneath the couch cushion and laid out on the coffee table before them. The picture was clearly old, it was black and white; there were five people in the photo alongside a beat up nineteen-fifty Chevy classic. Looking closely she could spot a teen girl in the car, a bright smile on her face as she seemed to be looking at the steering wheel. Bumblebee's eyes widened for a minute, spotting a familiar symbol that seemed to be beyond what the old camera could capture.

He drew in a breath ,” Is that-”

Her nana nodded, “It is. An old predacon knight was our angel all the way back in the fifties,” Bumblebee was flabbergasted, he was shocked many predacons were still even alive, here on earth. “Her name was Estel-short for Estella from what she told me. Planetary names seemed common amongst the predacons she was separated from. I wish you could have seen her, her royal blue paint and her form held so much beauty.”

“She had a family,” (Y/n) whispered softly, “D-did she get lost? And somehow found you guys?” It was sad hearing

“Almost on the money,” Her Nana seemed upset, “Her family was murdered by a potential mate. A truly traumatizing experience, my brother had documented her story in one of the older books, one you will have eventually.”

“ Potential mate?” The words that left the scouts mouth was disbelief. Sure he had heard instances where predacons killed their mates for disloyalty or even offense but the family of their mates were usually spared.

“He was a decepticon, these were the times where your planet was starting to fall in a cup of war,” She explained further, “She had refused his advances after hearing his thoughts on predacons ruling a part of this planet alongside lord Megatron. Estel held the words of the knights to protect this planet from harm, even if it meant from her own species. She won the fight, but was wounded and took refuge in a shed not too far from our home, that is where our family legacy had begun.”

“My father had brought her home after buying her for an affordable price, the seller said she was broken and beyond repair, however we all know cybertronians dont function like our cars do. My brother had ‘fixed’ her and ended up holding a secret for a long while about what she truly was. It wasn't long before the whole family found out. I was the last person to know; I still remember that day, wandering the garage looking for some old shoes to wear to a friend's birthday party being held two houses down, Estel had asked me if I wanted her to drop me off. You should’ve heard me, the neighbors next door thought there was someone being murdered in our home. She gave me such a fright.”

(Y/n) laughed, it was genuine and relaxed. Bumblebee cracked a smile.

“It wasn't long before we moved out here as a family, your grandfather followed me…although he didn't have much of a choice….,” It was quiet for a moment before she continued, “Estel taught us all about Cybertron as well as Cybertronians, sometimes we even came across them wounded from battle and helped aid autobots as much as we could. Each cybertronian that told their story ended up in a leather book with the first and last name of the family member who wrote it engraved. This continued on for many years, your father was quite close with Estel, if it wasn't for her, he probably wouldn't have had the courage to marry your mother. You should've seen how proud she was when you were born, she watch two generations of this family; to hold secrets and grow the traditions of passing on the stories as much as possible-”

“Wait, you said she was close with my father? Where is she now?” (Y/n)s question was heavy, the scout beside her felt his spark wither. This wasn't good.

Nana's smile suddenly dropped, “(Y/n), Estel died the same night….as your parents.”

The girl sat in silence for a moment to soak in the news, “What…y-you guys said it was an accident-”

“There was a decepticon that located Estel while her and your parents were driving back home from a meeting with your uncle. Bout time Estel realized they were there, a torpedo had hit, and killed all three of them.”

(Y/n) got up, her breathing became ragged, “The autopsy report-”

“(Y/n)-” Bumblebee had tried.

“The government covered it up after taking Estels body,”

This made the two freeze, (Y/n) looked at Bumblebee in shock, she could only imagine it after a cybertronian dies on this planet the government comes and takes their bodies to be melted down, defaced, all to see what makes them alive. She felt like she was going to be sick. “You lied for so long-no the both of you..”

Her grandmother got up and approached her, “They only lies we told you was your parents, and the stories being just stories, but (Y/n)-,” She brought her granddaughter in a hug both releasing tears; tears of frustration, tears of sorrow, and tears of uncertainty, “How were we suppose to tell you yo young. You were only six, and we couldn’t allow you to be lost as well-it's not what they would have wanted.”

“This is not fair!,” The girls' sobs were muffled, “You're the only family I have left, because of the decepticons. What if I leave you alone here? You won't have anyone left!”

“Listen to me (Y/n),” Nana held the girls face so she would look at her, “Those autobots outside will protect you, no matter what happens, and-,” Her grandmother let go for a moment to head back to the chair, upon returning there was a blue silver pendant shaped in a round circled. There was a prominent cybertronian symbol in the middle. “This has been passed down for two generations to the Storyteller women, it is your turn to have it.”

The silver felt cold and pulsed against her skin in waves, “What does it say in the middle,” The girl sniffed.

Her Nana smiled, ready for her to take on the world, “My Story.”

~✯~

(Y/n) fiddled with the worn out black leather bound book, she still hasn’t taken a peek inside as she quietly waited outside for Sam to get the glasses with Mikeala. The girl was tasked with watching the Autobots outside and making sure nothing went wrong while Sam was away. Everything was going good until she spotted the leader transforming in her peripherals.

“W-wait! No-“ (Y/n) sputtered in panic as each Autobot followed in suit with their leader, even Bumblebee unfortunately. “Stop! Someone is going to see you!”

Bumblebee looked down at her and gave an unsure shrug, he really didn’t know what to do in this situation. They needed the glasses as soon as possible. He understood the fact they needed to be in disguise, however they were running out of time-and running out of patience.

The girl watched in horror as Optimus stepped over a house and proceeded to walk on the Witwicky lawn. Bumblebee then took it upon himself to follow suit as the scout-checking in on Sam to make sure he didn’t need any assistance.

The black and yellow mech froze, noticing the boy's horrified expression as he was convincing his father not to head to the yard. The scout actually wanted to laugh at the boy's panicked expression, however he thought better of it, and proceeded to make gestures for the others to fall back so the parental units wouldn't find them.

After Sam was done convincing Ron that he’d complete his chores later, the boy furiously stomped over to Mikaela and (Y/n) who were supposed to be babysitting six alien robots.

“What are you doing?! What are you doing?!” The teen boy screeched silently, to the Prime walking over the lawn, “Watch the path! Watch the path! Watch the-please please please!” Sam screamed in despair as the leader stepped on the water fountain Ron cared about more than his own son.

(Y/n) cringed considerably,remembering the many times the old man would brag about said fountain laying waste upon the earth's floor.

“Oops. Sorry. My bad.” Optimus apologized sincerely. The girl

“Oh, I-,” Sam was lost for words, “You couldn’t wait for five-You couldn’t wait for five minutes?”

“I told you to just stay! Just stay! God!”

Sam then turned to (Y/n) and Mikaela, “(Y/n) please! Help me out here you were supposed to watch them! And you-,” he gestured to Mikaela, “You’re supposed to help look out!”

(Y/n) looked around at the autobots locking optics with the Prime, “He’s the leader, technically what he says goes-“

“You’ve got to be kidding me-“

“Okay, you know what? They seem to be in a bit of a rush.” Mikaela expressed in frustration.

“Oh, this is bad. No!”

The tree teens looked over spotting Mojo peeing on Ironhide's foot peds. The chiwawa seemed unafraid of the larger being in the backyard. (Y/n)s skin crawled hearing the mech's disgusted reaction to the dogs actions.

“Mojo no! Bad boy!”

“Mojo, Mojo! Off the robot! God!”

“Oh, wet,” Ironhide muttered in disapproval.

“No, no, no, no, no! Easy! Easy!” Sam scooped up the dog and passed him over to (Y/n) hoping the dog would approve of being held by her better, “ Hold on Hold! This is Mojo.”

“Mojo is Sam's pet! He didn’t mean any harm,” (Y/n) started to grow a bit anxious with the way the mech started to point his cannon in their direction. She looked towards Bumblebee for assistance, but the mech was being held back by Jazz. “I-if you could just put the guns away-put the-Put them away! Please!”

“You have a rodent infestation-“

“A what-?”

“Shall I terminate?” The weapons specialist questioned.

“No no no no no,” Sam blocked (Y/n) and Mojo from the heated guns, “He’s not a rodent, he’s a chihuahua. This is my-this is my chihuahua. We love chihuahuas! Don’t we?”

“He’s leaked lubricant all over my foot.” The mech sneered.

(Y/n) took a step back into Mikaela, they were ready to run into the house with the dog if things went south. She knew deep down Ironhide wouldn’t hurt humans, she didn’t know about animals however due to the way predacons were treated on their planet for so long.

“He-he peed on you? Bad mojo. Bad Mojo! -“

“Bad Mojo.”

“I’m sorry. He’s got a male dominance thing. That’s all it is.” Sam quickly apologized. It was true, Mojo had a real bad problem with dominance. Everytime (Y/n) came over the house and hung out with Sam in the yard Mojo would bark from the porch whenever a dog was simply being walked down the street. It was frankly annoying when she had to pick up the angry chihuahua and hope she wouldn't have any bite marks on her arm.

The bot huffed in agitation, “My foots gonna rust.”

Sam grabbed Mojo from (Y/n)s grasp and maneuvered through the peds of cybertronians, he sushed them and emphasized that they should hide quickly.

With her friend in the house she was left again with the Autobots, she turned her head to see Ironhide looking at her in interest. The look wasn’t judging, just simply curious, as if he was putting together prices of a puzzle she couldn’t see. She cocked her head in question but the mech simply decided to look away.

“Autobots, recon.” The Prime ordered.

Bumblebee got on all fours underneath the awning to get a good look inside the Witwicky residence. It was different from what he imagined, unlike the (L/n) household that held more whites and blue hues, the Witwickys had creations of color and more crowded decor. Back on cybertron the decor was

“Bee,” a melodic voice drew the mech's gaze away from the window and to his left. It was (Y/n) gaining his attention, “You can’t get too close to the window. They could see you-and trust me when I say that Judy would lose her mind finding a giant robot staring back at her.”

The two stared at each other for a long moment, blue optics meeting brown colored eyes, (Y/n) would be lying if she said her stomach was doing flips the longer she stared at the mech blue optics. They were big and round, styled a bit differently than the other mechs in the group, his faceplates were smooth for the most part, the metal framed his features nicely along with the muzzle where his voice intake would be.

Her hand started to reach out for a moment, that was before she was suddenly grabbed by her shirt and hauled into the air. The girl was about to hurl an array of curses to the autobot leader until she was plopped in his other hand alongside Mikeala. The two were lifted to Sam's bedroom window, causing the boy to gain attention.

“They really want those glasses,” Mikaela stressed.

“No kidding, it’s not like humanity rests on those glasses alone,” (Y/n)’s voice dripped in sarcasm.

“Please hurry,” Optimus pleaded, he seemed to be talking to (Y/n) rather than Sam. So to give him reassurance, she nodded and gave him a patient smile before getting to work.

Sam started to throw magazines around the room before stuttering in frustration, “Okay. Yeah no no. It’s definitely gone.”

“What do you mean?” Mikaela questioned.

“My glasses were in the bag. They were in the backpack and now the backpack isn’t here.” Sam explained

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

“Well, they’re gonna be pissed, so what do you wanna do?”

“So what I think you should do is you should-You should check this whole -this whole section here,” Sam gestured to the other side of his room, “just give it a clean sweep, and I’ll get the corner here.”

“Here I’ll help-“ Before (Y/n) could finish grabbing the box for Mikaela it was snatched from her hands, “Sam what the-“

“Not there! That’s my-that’s my private-Sorry. That’s nothing.”

“You just-you just told us to look -“

“I know, but I didn’t mean to look inside of my treasure chest.”

“You should be way more specific so we don’t get in trouble in your room. I'm already stressed out enough, “ Mikaela scolded.

“True, you’re parents don’t even know I’m here-“

Sam waved her off, “(Y/n) you’re practically family. They won’t question anything unless it looks questionable”

“Yeah, like your ‘treasure chest’ wasn’t questionable.”

Mikaela snorted rummaging around in one of Sam's drawers. She honestly felt ridiculous going through the boys draws looking for some glasses, whenever she headed inside a boys room it was usually for a quick fuck and to strook the males ego.

However looking around the Witwicky's room gave her the vibe he wasn’t all the way like that. Sam was awkward it's true but she couldn’t help but notice the many pictures in frames showing him and (Y/n). The (L/n) girl was smiling widely, holding what seems to be Mojo while Sam was cowering behind her as the dog bared in his direction.

Jealousy seeped deep into Bane's heart looking at the picture. What exactly did she get herself into? She liked Sam, that was true, however she couldn't help but feel like (Y/n) would’ve been a better match chemistry wise.

Mikeala grabbed another photo next to a stack of math worksheets, it was another photo of the two best friends; (Y/n) was blowing out a birthday candle with the number sixteen, where Sam was on the other side with a birthday present in hand with a warm smile. A smile that was familiar to her from the interaction her dad used to have with her mother before she passed.

It hit her then, a sick feeling entering her stomach. She was intruding on a potential relationship between them, and severed it within a fortnight.

(L/n) paused, a quarter away from the window she recognized the distinct sound of metal shifting in the yard. “Oh no.”

“Okay. What now?” Sam sighed in exhaustion.

The three of them looked outside the window to find all the autobots in their alt mods. What made (Y/n)s heart drop was the fact they were all over Ron’s lawn, giving the illusion of a truck stop rather than a backyard.

They really don’t know anything about laying low on earth do they ?

“This isn’t hiding! This isn’t hiding!,” Sam exclaimed, “this is my backyard, not a truck stop.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” (Y/n) smirked in amusement.

“Oh, God! Oh!”

If they keep this up, Sam surely will have a heart attack. As much as she wanted to find this all amusing, it was very risky for the autobots to be acting in such a way with him as being so close to them. If one citizen opened a window and looked at Sam's yard it’d be all over. The two best friends looked at each other before getting back to work on the task at hand. Looking through each locker and desk they two could find. The world was at stake over some damn glasses his grandfather would be rolling around in his grave about.

“(Y/n)! Sam! He’s back,” Mikaela hissed in their direction.

“Oh! I can’t deal with this-“

“Sam calm down-“

Sam peered out the window looking at the prime, only a second later did he realize where Optimus was standing. Right on Judy’s flower bed.

Judy is gonna kill us.

“What?! Oh no,no,no,no,” Her friend panicked, “That’s my mothers flower-“

“Oops.” Optimus uttered an apology.

(Y/n) felt bad for the guy, he honestly wasn’t trying to do any harm. Cybertronians are larger and bigger than humans so naturally it was going to be hard for them to not step on anything.

“Okay, listen. You gotta listen to me. If my parents come out here and see you they’re gonna freak out,” Sam stressed, “My mothers got a temper, okay?”

“Is he like this all the time?” Mikaela turned to (Y/n).

The girl blew a couple of loose curls from her face, “not all the time, you caught him on a really bad day.”

They both watched the exchange for a minute with the Prime waving for the boy to calm down. Mikaela tried to hold in a laugh with how red Sam's face was getting.

“I see.”

(Y/n) paused searching through sams hamper hearing a ruckus outside, it followed with a large thud and the power going off.

I know one of them did NOT hit the power lines!

She rushed to the window, watching surprisingly-Ratchet laying on the ground. “That was dangerous! No one try that!” She heard the medic exclaim. (Y/n) ran a hand down her face, they truly were not living up to her expectations.

“Sam-“

“Sammy?!”

“Shit!” (Y/n) whispered looking at Sam in alarm. She looked back at Mikaela, gesturing her hands over to the bed.

Her skin crawled watching Ratchet point the light over at them, her nerves were shot at this point. They were going to get caught if something didn’t change. She ran over to the window in front of Ironhide, Sam was currently trying to get them to turn off the light. If they couldn’t listen to Sam, maybe they would listen to their storyteller.

“Guys!” Everyone stopped and looked at her, “listen, I really appreciate you guys trying to help but if you guys keep it up with the noise and don’t turn the light off we will get caught! And trust me, here on earth aliens are most definitely not welcomed!”

This seemed to do the trick, Ratchet turned off the light, and the autobots started to hide upon hearing Sam's parents growing impatient for their son to open the door. Mikaela shuffled a bit in her hiding spot behind the bed letting the Afro haired girl join.

Checking to see if they were well hidden Sam finally opened the door, “What’s up? What’s with the bat?”

“Who were you talking to?” Ron asked

“I’m talking to you,”

“Why are you so sweaty and filthy?” Judy uttered in displeasure. This caused (Y/n) to look down at herself, she was sure she was a whole lot worse.

“I’m a child. You know, I’m a teenager.”

“We heard voices and noises we thought maybe you were…..”

Oh god no…

“It doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?” Ron pushed into the room, causing the two girls to look at eachother alarmed.

“No, what light? What?” Sam rushed after him, “there’s no light, Dad! There’s no light! You got two lights in your hand! That’s what it is.”

“He’s horrible at making excuses,” Mikaela was hardly able to hear (Y/n) with how low she spoke.

“There was a light under the door-!”

“Look, you can’t-You can’t just bounce into my room like that,” Sam reasoned, “you got to knock. You got to communicate.”

Must be nice, Nana doesn’t care to knock as much. Unless I put a sign up saying I’m upset.

“We knocked for five minutes-“

“I’m a teenager,” he continued with his excuse. “You did knock! You were screaming at me, okay? This is repression, what you’re doing here.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake!” Judy exclaimed, “you are so defensive! We’re you…..masterbating?”

The two girls tried to hide smiles. This was getting a bit too personal for their liking. (Y/n) most definitely did not want that image in her head of her best friend enjoying him right now.

The two Witwicky men looked at Judy mortified.

“Judy.”

“Was I-No Mom!”

“Zip it, okay?”

“It’s okay.” His mom tried to reason.

“No, I don’t masturbate!” Sam exclaimed, she was pretty sure he was lying and trying not to embarrass himself in front of her and Mikaela. It’s a normal thing.

“That’s not something for you to bring up.” Ron scolded, “That’s a father and son thing, okay? Father and son thing.”

“I mean, you don’t have to call it that word if it makes you uncomfortable,” His mother continued, “You can call it, Sam's happy time or-“

(Y/n) had enough and jumped from her position on the floor, “Sam could just put a sock on the door and leave it at that.”

The family were all shocked, looking at her as if they’ve seen a ghost.

“Oh my god (Y/n)! We did not know you were here sweetheart,” Judy expressed in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry you heard all of that.”

The girl shrugged, giving an awkward smile, “I’m sorry for intruding and sneakin in. yoYou see-me , Sam and a classmate of ours is working on a story we all came up with tonight .”

Mikaela took it as an all clear to come out, “Hi, I’m Mikaela, Sam and (Y/n)s classmate from school.”

Judy and Ron looked at the girl bitterly shocked to see two girls in their son's room. Sam's father gave his son a look, somewhat displeased that the girl they were arguing about was in their home.

“Hello I’m Judy! You’re so pretty! Isn’t she pretty Ron?!” Judy exclaimed excitedly.

Ron went to reply, however was cut off with the house shaking once more, leading the man to run to the bathroom.

“Earthquake! It’s another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway!”

“Okay!”

“Aftershock! Aftershock!”

It took a second before the lights were back on and the three teams heard noises outside. (Y/n) grabbed her friend's hand for reassurance and he gladly obliged. She was really hoping they were well hidden this time.

“Good lord, this floor is filthy, Sam.” Judy scolded, “I’m sorry you girls came into such a mess of a room. I promise he’s not always like this (Y/n) can vouch for him.”

“Oh, no! Look at the yard! The yard is destroyed!”

This caused (Y/n) to squeeze the boy's hand, she noticed he was shaking in fear.

“Judy? Better call the city we have a blown transformer!”

(Y/n)s eyes widened, “What?”

Ron waved her off, “don’t worry it’s nothing the city can’t fix, they’ve come out here all the time to fix it in the neighborhood. Won’t cost us too much.”

“Hey do you guys know where my backpack is?” Sam asked, interrupting Judy and Mikaelas conversation.

“Oh! It’s in the kitchen hon!”

“I’ll be back,” he told them, rushing down the stairs.

The girls paused before following, allowing Judy and Ron to mourn over the yard. Mikaela watched as the two friends moved through the house like it was second nature, it was truly mesmerizing to see how their dynamics were.

Sam rummaged in his backpack pulling out the glasses case, “Oh, yes. Okay. Okay.”

Mikaela smiled at him, “You’re mom is so nice.”

“Yeah, well I want you to distract my parents while me and (Y/n) get the glasses and book to them, okay?”

“W-wait,” Mikaela stopped them, “didn’t the autobots want (Y/n) to go with them?”

Sam paused looking at his friend, something flashed across his face for a moment that was hard to catch, “N-no, she’s not. S-she’s going to just give them the book, right (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) paused, licking her lips anxiously. She was going to let Bumblebee explain it to them, however they were running out of time.

“Well-“

A spermatic rigging of the doorbell cut her off, something didn’t feel right about it. If it was Bumblebee he would’ve just snuck in, however someone was using the front door.

“Ronald Wickity?” A voice was heard from the door.

“It’s Witwicky.” Ron corrected, “Who are you?”

“We’re the government. Sector seven,” the man said, pulling out a badge.

“Never heard of it,” Ron caught an attitude. It was honestly too late in the night for their family to be disturbed, plus he was still mad about the yard.

“Never will,” the man snapped back, “Your sons the great grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?”

“It’s Witwicky,” He corrected him again.

“Is (Y/n) (L/n) also here by any chance. She is the great granddaughter of (GG/n) (L/n). Last time I heard your families are very close.”

“I’m not telling you anything about my goddaughter, thank you.” Ron was getting heated, something was extremely wrong.

“May I enter the premises, sir?” The man questioned, stepping in the home before Ron could answer.

“Ron!” Judy hollard from the other room, “there’s guys all over the front yard.”

“What the heck is going on here?!”

“Your son filed a stolen car report last night. We think it’s involved in a national security matter. “ The man stated simply, he was looking around the home.

“They-they’re ripping up my rose bushes!”

“National security?!” Ron was in disbelief.

“That’s right. National security.”

The men continued around the yard, ripping up bushes, busting pots and bagging everything they could that pulled up a reading. Judy and Ron were furious, not only were they asking questions about their favorite teens but tearing up their yard they worked so hard on.

The three teens finally emerged into view, the man watched as (Y/n) froze in fear, her eyes doting around to every exit only to find security everywhere.

“What is this?” Sam uttered in confusion.

“How you doin, kids?” The man created them with a fake smile, causing (Y/n) to grab the boy's hand once more. “ are your names (Y/n) and Sam?”

Sam looked down at his friend, already feeling her fear from the other night. He put her behind him before responding, “Yeah.”

“Well, I need for the two of you to come with us.”

“Woah, way out of line.” Ron stepped in front of the three teens, putting his foot down.

“Sir, I am asking politely. Back off.”

“You’re not taking my son nor are you taking my goddaughter.” His words were firm and final.

“Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?”

What’s wrong with this guy?!

“No, but I’m gonna call the cops because there’s something fishy going on around here!”

“Yeah. There’s something a little fishy about you, your son, your goddaughter, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here.”

“W-what operation?”

“That is what we are gonna find out.”

Mikaela noticed (Y/n) biting her lip and shaking form, something didn’t sit right with her with the way she was acting. It took a moment before it hit her, it was a hard truth to realize that her skin color had a disadvantage in this situation. No wonder she’s hiding behind Sam. To offer more reassurance and support she took the girl's other hand and proceeded to step in front of her like he did before.

The man paused suddenly, listening to his colleague who muttered a few words. He turned back towards them with an excited gleam in his eyes. He grabbed a device stalking forward.

“Son, miss?”

“Yeah”

“Step forward, please.”

The two looked at eachother. The boy looked down at his best friend giving a reassuring squeeze before the both stepped forward. They let go.

“Just stand?” Sam questioned.

The man didn’t respond, holding the device up. The device soon started to run off the charts making the girl's eyes widen, upon turning it to herself, she watched as the man's lips turned into a wicked grin. Hers was the worst one, it was practically screaming.

“Fourteen rads-and the other nearly broke the meter! Bingo! Tag them and bag them!”

The men barely gave the teens a chance to move before they were on them. The moment a man grabbed her arm the young girl was thrown into a tizzy.

The flash of memory from the other night was enough.

She could barely breathe, her vision becoming blurred as she began to hyperventilate. Her anxiety had reached full peak, there was no way of getting her to calm down.

Sam noticed and immediately started struggling against them, “Stop! She can’t breathe! She’s panicking can’t you see it! Stop!”

The boy was held back by two other men, nearly three after he started to kick around to get to her side.

“(Y/n)!” It was Mikaela this time, tears pricking her eyes seeing the girl's weakened state, “Let her go! Stop!”

They wouldn’t allow it. They moved and jostled the girl into her cuffs, the cool metal against her skin making her choke out a weak sob. Her breathing became still a couple chokes here and there as her vision slowly started to turn black.

Ron looked over, he too was cuffed but could see the girl going limp in the officers arms. “W-wait! She medically has social anxiety! You can’t do her like that!”

Sam was pushed into the vehicle along with Mikaela, the two of them anxiously trying to look at (Y/n)s form through the window. As far as they could see another man told the other two to stop and put her down for a second. Sam growled, watching as they turned her limp head side to side and checked her pulse. Eventually the man gave a clear, and soon like the other two she joined them in the vehicle.

Mikaela immediately went over to the girl, and noticed she was still breathing, tears stained her brown cheeks and her lips were bleeding from how hard she bit down on them. The girl felt like they both failed her just then, Mikaela honestly forgot (Y/n) had anxiety, especially socially, but it wasn’t something that had a look. Anyone could have it.

“Is she okay? Is she breathing?” Sam tried to lean over to get a better look at his friend, his heart dropping upon looking at her state. “Oh god. No, no, no, t-this isn’t fair!”

Mikaela did the best she could with rubbing her shoulder with the other girls, hoping to wake her up. Unfortunately she was unsuccessful and it took the other government men getting in the car to startle her awake.

Never had they ever seen her so tired and exhausted, the adventurous light that was once in her eyes has dropped considerably.

“So,” the man started in the front seat , “What a way to spend the night eh?”

Sam was going to fucking kill him.

[monkeythefander]

Meet Me at the Bottom of the Ocean

Summary: Logan was scuba diving to take underwater photos, when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Was that a merman?

The title of this fanfic is lyrics from the song “Infinity” by Jaymes Young. This oneshot is based on a Logince Mer-AU drawing I made and posted on my Instagram and Tumblr (monkeythefander).

Content warning(s): None that I’m aware of, but let me know if I missed anything.

Click below the cut to read the fic

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Logan was currently scuba diving in the middle of the ocean. He took his boat out to this spot in hopes of getting nice pictures of the creatures under the sea. Logan worked as a photographer and typically took photos of people, so this different photo setup was enjoyable whenever he found the time to go scuba diving.

He was taking photos of a school of fish when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Logan turned in the direction of the movement to see something he couldn’t believe. There, trying to hide behind some coral was a merman. The merman had long reddish-brown hair that was styled in a braid. His hair had a white seashell in it. The merman had heterochromia; the left eye was green and the right one was red. There were freckles scattered across his face and bare torso. Lastly, there was a beautiful white tail with dark red fins.

Surely Logan had to be imagining things, merpeople weren’t real. He hadn’t ever imagined anything like this before though, and he wasn’t a super imaginative person anyway, so this must be real. He could try and touch the merman, just to be sure. If anything, this merman would just be scared once he realized Logan saw him and go away, allowing Logan to forget this ever happened.

Logan reached out a hand in the direction of the merman, and saw the merman’s eyes widen in surprise once he realized he’d been spotted. Instead of swimming away though like Logan hoped, the merman slowly approached Logan and held out a hand as well. When their hands touched, Logan couldn’t call this his imagination anymore. This merman was really here, and he was now smiling at Logan. The smile was the prettiest smile Logan had ever seen, and he felt himself blush. No! He can’t think like that. Having a crush on a merman is not a good idea. Nothing would ever come of this crush anyway, so he should just go.

Logan quickly pulled his hand out of the merman’s and swam up towards the surface. He got some photos so he could go now. Logan was tempted to look back at the merman, but resisted the urge to do so. No, he couldn’t let this crush happen. It wasn’t realistic.

Once he reached the surface, Logan swam the short distance to his boat and got onboard. He took off his scuba diving mask and flippers and sat down on the deck, taking calming breaths. He just saw a merman. Merpeople were real, and very attractive. He couldn’t process all this right now. Suddenly he heard something land on the deck of his boat. Logan got up and walked towards the sound to see a seashell. He then walked over the side of the boat and looked down to see the merman looking up at him from the water.

“Hello, fair human. I’m sorry if I scared you, I’ve never interacted with a human before and you offered me a hand…”

Logan felt flustered at the “fair human” comment. Was this merman flirting with him? Not only flirting, but he was apologizing, even though Logan was basically the one invading his space.

“Uh, it’s okay. I should apologize, after all the ocean is your home, not mine.”

“You’re okay too, I’m used to humans showing up every so often. I usually try to stay away, but you seemed interesting. What was that black object you were holding?”

“Oh, you mean my camera?” Logan held up the camera in his left hand. He had this camera for a few years now. He got it when he first became interested in underwater photography, since it was made a decent size and waterproof.

“Yeah. What does it do? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“Oh, it takes photos of things. I could show you how it works if you want.” Logan said, surprising himself. He was supposed to be avoiding interacting with the merman to try and ignore any possible feelings. This merman was so curious though, which was a trait Logan appreciated in people.

“Really? I’d love to see how it works. Do I need to get up onto your boat somehow?”

“Uh, do you need to stay in the water at all times? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, I can be out of the water for a bit. There’s some rocks over there if you want to sit over there with me.” The merman pointed towards a bunch of rocks a short distance away from the boat.

“Sure, that would work.” Logan smiled slightly at the merman and put his flippers and goggles back on, making sure he had a good hold of his camera before jumping into the water. Logan then followed the merman over towards the rocks and they both sat down.

“So, let me just set up the camera.” Logan said as he set the camera to take a selfie. The merman leaned a bit closer to Logan to get a look at the screen and smiled in amazement at the moving image of the two of them on the screen.

“That’s so cool! Is this a photo?” The merman asked curiously. Logan found himself fighting back a smile and blush at the merman’s joy and proximity to him.

“No, this is just the camera’ view of us. It will take a photo once I click this button, so if there’s a certain pose you want to do you can pick one now.

The merman nodded and wrapped an arm around Logan’s shoulders, smiling at the camera. The human felt flustered and almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing, but pulled himself together enough to click the photo button on the camera.

“Wow, it’s us. This photo looks amazing. You’re very talented.” The merman smiled softly at Logan.

“Thanks, that’s very kind of you to say. You look very nice in the photo.” Logan admits quietly.

“Are you calling me pretty, human? Oh, I should probably ask you for your name now. My name is Roman.”

“Oh, I forgot we didn’t exchange names. I’m Logan.”

“It’s nice to properly meet you, Logan. Since you seem to think I’m very pretty, and I happen to find you to be rather handsome, would you want to go on a date sometime? I could show you around the ocean, and you could get more photos along the way.”

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at this moment. Roman was asking him out? Should he say yes? He really wanted to say yes, despite them being from two different worlds. This arrangement might be unrealistic, and not work out in the long run, but he wanted to give it a try. He wanted to keep spending time with Roman. He wanted them to be curious and explore things together.

“Yes, I’d be happy to go on a date with you sometime. Would meeting up in five days work for you?” Logan asked hopefully.

“Yes, that works perfectly for me. I have to get going now, so I’ll see you then, my fair human.” Roman took Logan’s hand and kissed the back of it before going back into the water and swimming away.

Logan sat there for a moment, too flustered to say anything. Roman had kissed his hand. Logan probably won’t be able to take his mind off that kiss for a while now. He can’t wait to see the merman again.

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Endnotes: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this oneshot please consider leaving a like, comment and/or a reblog. The next fics in this Mer-AU series will probably be the first dates for Intruality and Logince.

-Monkey💜

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Links

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56120290

Logince Mer-AU drawing: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/751095311131361280/logan-goes-scuba-diving-and-sees-a-merman-he

Previous Mer-AU Oneshot: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/751234181902761984/i-hate-the-beach-but-i-stand-in-california-with

Next Oneshot: To be added

[fairy-writes]

Congrats on 800!!!!!!

Could you write Sean Renard with I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young?

I’LL BE GOOD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Grimm (NBC)

Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

Notes: MY FIRST GRIMM ASK, I’M SO PUMPED

Also, the reader is frequently described wearing suits, heels (once or twice), and masks. Such things (I think at least) are gender-neutral items of clothing. 

Tags: possessive behavior (by Eric), use of Y/N (twice), 

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He met you at a gala the city had roped him into. It took place in Portland, something hosted by the city that he had to attend. He was the Portland PD’s police captain, after all. 

You were dressed in an all-white suit and trousers, the only pops of color being the blood-red rose pinned to your lapel and the glass of wine in your hand. The interesting part about you was that you wore an elaborate white mask decorated with rhinestones and silver accents. You were easily the most well-dressed person at the gala. 

But initially, Sean paid you no mind. 

There was no reason to, after all. 

I thought I saw the devil, this morning

Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue

With the warning to help me see myself clearer

I never meant to start a fire

I never meant to make you bleed

I'll be a better man today

“Ah, my dearest brother.” Came a familiar voice, and Sean tensed. He knew that voice. Turning, he smiled that fake smile he reserved for his family at the sight of Eric. You were on his arm, hand holding onto his elbow delicately. 

“Eric.” He said, forcing a pleasant tone into his voice. Best pretend he didn’t want his brother dead by his own hands. 

“You haven’t met my Y/N, have you?” Eric continued, oblivious to Sean’s murderous intent. 

Sean raised an eyebrow. 

“Your?” He inquired, and Eric grinned that serpent grin of his. 

“Of course. I own them, a gift from their family, really.” He said, and Sean noticed how you tensed. Eric saw as well,

“Oh, don’t get upset, pet. You know it’s true.”

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the times that I never could

He saw you again in his office the day after the gala. He had been in the middle of paperwork when there was a knock on the door. Sergeant Drew Wu peeked his head in. 

“Sir? There’s a Y/N L/N here to see you. They didn’t say what it was about, only that they wanted to see you.” He said, and Sean looked up from his papers. What did you want?

“Send them in.” He found himself saying, and Sergeant Wu nodded. 

You were shown in a moment later. Again, you were dressed in a suit and mask. This time, it was a dark brown tweed suit with black shoes with a modest heel. Your mask was elaborate. This time, it was brown, with a matching maple leaf covering one eye. 

“What can I help you with?” He asked, keeping it strictly business. It was best that way—no need to get things messier by interacting with the royal family any more than he had to. 

“I want you to kill Eric.” You said, closing the office door behind you so you wouldn’t be interrupted. 

So much for keeping things clean. 

“And why should I do that?” He asked, though he really didn’t need a reason to consider it. He already had some sort of plan. Anything to keep him away from Nick Burkhardt. He couldn’t have him kidnapping the Grimm and messing up his plans. 

“Because I can’t be trapped by him anymore.” You said, a note of desperation bleeding into your voice. 

“I’ll consider it.” He said and felt his heart twang when you smiled.

My past has tasted bitter for years now

So I wield an iron fist

Grace is just weakness

Or so I've been told

I've been cold, I've been merciless

But the blood on my hands scares me to death

Maybe I'm waking up today

The next time he saw you, he met with Eric for dinner. It was more for diplomacy and to keep up appearances than anything. You were dressed in a black suit with gold butterfly designs and a beautiful golden mask with butterfly wings on either side of your eyes. 

“Glad you could join us!” Eric grasped Sean’s arms and grinned. Always with that serpent grin of his. Like he knew something, others didn’t. You stood uncomfortably behind him, clasping your hands together as you nodded in greeting to Sean.

Dinner was awkward, to say the least. You ate silently, and Sean noticed that Eric had his hand on your knee the entire meal. Whether it was to keep you from speaking or not, he didn’t know. But he had a suspicion that you weren’t quiet of your own free will.

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

I'll be good, I'll be good

I'll be good, I'll be good

Sean managed to get you alone after Eric passed out on the couch from too much wine. You were in the kitchen, washing the dishes when Sean approached from behind. Perhaps it had been a mistake because you whirled the second you heard his footsteps and attempted to stab him with a kitchen knife. 

When you realized it was him, your face twisted with remorse,

“I thought you were Eric.” You whispered, and he felt a pang of guilt. He hadn’t killed Eric yet, he needed more time, but it was clearly messing with you. 

“He’ll be out of your way soon. I promise.” He said in return and again felt that twang in his heart as you smiled a sad sort of smile. 

For all of the light that I shut out

For all of the innocent things that I doubt

For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears

For all of the things that I've done all these years

Yeah, for all of the sparks that I've stomped out

For all of the perfect things that I doubt

It wasn’t long before your relationship crossed the line between professional and personal, especially after Eric’s subsequent death. The moment you heard about the explosion that took Eric’s life, you wept tears of joy. 

That was the first time you kissed him—in his office with the blinds drawn and the door shut. 

When you realized what you had done, you attempted to flee, but Sean pulled you back in and kissed you again. 

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the times I never could

When Diana came into the picture, he thought for sure that you would leave him. Who would want a bastard prince that was half Zauberbiest? But instead, you drew him and Diana in closer, becoming something of a second (or third?) parent to the growing child. 

You loved him, and that was more than he could ask for. 

Ooh oh oh

Ooh oh oh

Ooh oh oh

For all of the times I never could

It was no secret that Sean Renard wasn’t a good man. 

He manipulated people. He had people killed. He killed people himself. 

It was no secret that Sean Renard wasn’t a good man. 

But he was trying for you.

[overseerdefenseknox]

NAVIGATION | INTERVIEW

OOC Info: Zun | PST/PDT | they/them

Muses: Aren Knox {Overseers}

Thread Organization: each thread will be tagged as contract:(name)### with the name being the other muse(s) involved and the number being the chronological instance of the interaction

Look who just landed! AREN KNOX, I sure hope you packed all you need. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE GUARDIAN, both LOYAL and CYNICAL.

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Full Name: Aren Pyrce Knox

Nickname: None by choice, but they're occasionally called "sunglasses" or "gearhead" by colleagues and the ruder clientele.

Date of Birth: May 12, 2373

Gender: agender

Pronouns: they/them

Sexual Orientation: pansexual

Romantic Orientation: panromantic

Current Age: 32

Modification: cyborg

Affiliation: overseers

Birthplace: Oakland, CA, United States, Earth

Current Neighbourhood: Mawar District (their employer provides a residence stipend in addition to salary due to the planetary transfer)

Occupation: private security - sometimes of a place, sometimes of a person. they prefer the latter, bodyguarding is much more interesting.

Known Languages: english, french, conversational Jawa

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Inspirations:

Quote: Those who abjure violence can do so only because others are committing violence on their behalf. - George Orwell

Label or Archetype: Private Military Contractor (the modern sellsword)

Tropes : What Measure is a Mook?, Big Brother is Employing You, Punch Clock Villain

Media Parallels: Winter Soldier, Helga from Atlantis, and potentially Cad Bane

Theme Song: I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young and Lost in Thought - KOAN Sound (this would be the instrumental motif that plays when they appear in a tv show or movie!)

Personality:

Str: 13 (+1) Dex: 13 (+1) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 12 (+1) Wis: 11 (0) Cha: 11 (0)

Positive Traits: Loyal (not necessarily to their job), Even-Keeled

Neutral Traits: Pragmatic, subordinate

Negative Traits: Apathetic, cynical

Peeves: Roundabout discussions - just say what you mean!

Fears: Falling, Getting Attached, Failing a Contract

Skills: Aren's had extensive training in both hand-to-hand and ranged combat, but has also honed their spatial awareness and ability to keep track of the people in their vicinity. Less useful is their ability to knit, but you can't be a guard all the time, right?

Goals: In the short term, get settled on Mars and make a few friends. Looking a bit farther forward (in the realm of daydreams), they want to find something they're passionate about to do with their life.

[indecentpause]

A Playlist for Jen Hoshigawa from In the Basement, In the Sky

Jen is trying his best, okay? His best is just... never good enough. His boyfriend thinks he's cheating, his ex-girlfriend wants him back more than anything, and they're all terrible at laying down boundaries, so all that results in is a world of heartache and hurt for everyone. He suffers from depression and ADHD that he medicates with street drugs, which only makes everything worse, and with every step up the ladder he has to climb to get to the top, he slides back ten more rungs. But at least once you hit rock bottom you don't have anywhere to go but up.

daniel ingram - smile song (buddygirrl remix) // jonathan coulton - i feel fantastic // the uninvited - to high for the supermarket // studio killers - ode to the bouncer // lmfao fet. lauren bennett & goon rock - party rock anthem // tegan and sara feat. the lonely island - everything is awesome // katy perry - last friday night (t.g.i.f.) // ke$ha - tik tok // panic! at the disco - dancing's not a crime // hot chelle rae - i like to dance // ke$ha - die young // placebo - nancy boy // kill hannah - kennedy // matt maeson - hallucinogenics // placebo - pure morning // hot chelle rae - beautiful freaks // good charlotte - i don't wanna be in love /// tom cardy - why am i anxious? // liam lynch - still wasted from the party last night // panic! at the disco - don't threaten me with a good time /// the living tombstone - drunk // fun. - some nights // pup - dvp // hadouken! - get smashed gate crash // avenged sevenfold - bat country // black foxxes - badlands // mdfmk - torpedoes // combichrist - this s*it will fcuk you up // welshly arms - how high // adam jensen - the mystic // bastille - of the morning //mika - last party // nothing but thieves - if i get high // the original broadway cast of moulin rouge - chandelier // placebo - in the cold light of morning // jeremy zucker - comethru // mother mother - it's alright // jaymes young - i'll be good // young the giant - heat of summer

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[marvelshifter111]

🥂, 💍, 🤍, & ❤️‍🩹

This is my second ask today, thank you so much!

I'm so happy

🥂 — how did you two met and how did you relationship progress?

We met when i got recruited for the Avengers, we became friends and we started dating a few years later.

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

Ohhh a lot of songs

Imma just make it a list cuz idk how to do that fancy Spotify thing

Sweater Weather - the Neighbourhood

Daddy issues - the Neighbourhood

Reflections - the Neighbourhood

I'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

Eyes don't lie - Isabel LaRosa

Older - Isabel LaRosa

Favourite - Isabel LaRosa

More than friends - Isabel LaRosa

I wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys

R U mine? - Arctic Monkeys

I wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

We fell in love in October - girl in red

Hostage - Billie Eilish

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

Dandelions - Ruth B.

Golden hour - JVKE

Babydoll - Ari Abdul

Infinity - Jaymes Young

I have a full playlist for my marvel dr and one that's filled with songs that remind me of him

🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

Mine: physical touch, quality time, acts of service

His: physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service

❤️‍🩹 — what does your s/o smell like?

Honestly I'm pretty bad at imagining smells and all, but i think it would be something foresty and a bit floral, not strong and not too soft, somewhere nicely in the middle

[thechaoticfanartist]

The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim

Timeline: 22 BBY - 19 BBY

(Main) Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

Summary: A retelling of The Clone Wars and Revenge Of The Sith with a new character added into the story. One who is determined to change it. But is it possible to rewrite fate?

Rated: Teen and up

Warnings: Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Canon divergent, friends to lovers, tragedy, hurt/comfort, Jedi as found family

Series: it came from tragedy

Story Established: October 2021

OC Established: February 2020

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Masterlist

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Age: 35 - 38

Homeworld: Stewjon

Master: Qui-Gon Jinn

Padawan: (Formerly) Anakin Skywalker, (Currently) Grim Kennet

Love Interest: N/A, implied to have once had a past relationship with Satine Kryze

Theme Song(s): A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Light by Sleeping At Last

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Jedi Master who is on the Jedi Council. His life is meant for infinite sadness. He knows this, and yet he hopes still. He is bright in the Force. A beacon of light against all of the darkness. Before the outbreak of The Clone Wars Obi-Wan trained Anakin Skywalker. The younger Jedi being knighted after the first battle of Geonosis. He is caring and compassionate, and a warrior both on the battlefield and with words. And he prefers to negotiate rather than fight. He can only guide his Padawans to make the right choices and stay connected to the light, although he wishes they would accept his help.

Grim Kennet

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Earth

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Ahsoka Tano

Theme Song(s): The Fixer by Brent Morgan, Atlantis by Seafret, All Things End by Hozier, I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last, Two by Sleeping At Last, Eight by Sleeping At Last, Youth by Daughter

Grim Kennet is the Jedi Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but there is far more to her than one might know. Grim originally was from Earth and was a fan of the Star Wars franchise. One day in the middle of May in 2020, Grim ended up in The Clone Wars. From then on she made it her goal to change the story of the war to favor the Jedi. She learns to navigate the blurred lines of fiction and reality. Grim keeps many secrets and struggles with the constant battle of light and darkness. She is stubborn to a fault, and is kind and caring. Although she must be wary of her anger and fear that may lead her down a darker path.

Anakin Skywalker

Age: 19 - 22

Homeworld: Tatooine

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: Ahsoka Tano

Love Interest: Padmé Amidala

Theme Song(s): Monster by Imagine Dragons, A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Traitor by Daughtry

Anakin Skywalker is the Chosen One destined to bring balance to the Force. Formerly the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin now has a Padawan of his own. He must learn how to teach his own student while navigating a war and the storm inside his heart. Keeping many secrets that it claws at him. And a dragon whispers inside "all things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out." His life is out of his control and he wants that control back. He needs it. The darkness inside of him eats him alive, and he barely fights it anymore. His fear and anger may just be the downfall of the whole galaxy.

Ahsoka Tano

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Shili

Master: Anakin Skywalker

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Grim Kennet

Theme Song(s): Moondust by Jaymes Young, Say Something by A Great Big World, Karma by AJR, My Way by Frank Sinatra

Ahsoka Tano is the Jedi Padawan of Anakin Skywalker. She learns to grow throughout The Clone Wars, wondering what her place is. She must learn to find herself. Navigating through war and emotions. She is kind and stubborn, and snippy at times earning her the nickname "Snips" from her Master. Eventually she must find her place in the galaxy on her own.

[ihni]

Tagged by @ratbastardbilly (a WHILE ago; thank you!)

Note before we start: a few questions below are about ships, and if there's one thing you need to know about me is that I'm not in it for the SHIP, I'm in it for the CHARACTER. And that character is Billy Hargrove.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. most annoying ship: Depends on how they're framed, honestly. Any ship can be annoying when done right (or wrong).

3. second favourite ship: Idk, probably like Mungrove or Harringroveson?

4. favourite platonic relationship: I want Billy to have ALL the friends, so put him with just about ANYONE as a friend and I'm a happy gal (Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, Patrick, Tommy, Carol ... just give the guy some friends!)

5. underrated ship: Bob and Benny. Come on, imagine Hop's reaction, it would be glorious.

6. overrated ship: I don't know, because I don't read or look at ships that don't interest me. (But I imagine any that involve Mike Wheeler. Whoever he is shipped with probably deserves better.)

7. one thing i would change in canon: ONE thing only? Okay: Billy lives. But like, I can fill a book with the things I would change in canon.

8. something canon did right: Season 1 in general, Robin's coming-out scene in season 3, most of the soundtrack.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I sometimes doodle? And I sometimes write? And I'm pretty happy about doing both of those things actually. (Also one time I did cookie doodles which was fun and should be a thing)

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Mr Clarke. Underrated, knowledgeable, cool Mr Clarke. They should bring him into things. Dude has unknowingly provided them with vital information for several seasons.

11. the character i relate to the most and why: ... probably Mr Clarke, too? No fashion sense, good taste in music, weird special interests, creative/likes fiddling with little creative things that takes time, good at one's job, supportive, happy to explain things and rolling with weird questions, and also happily not involved in any drama.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Neil Hargrove (should have gotten what was coming for him, and luckily he WILL). Brenner (should have died for real that first time around). And I might not hate them, but I dislike several Wheelers (Karen bc of the whole flirting-with-Billy thing, Nancy because of the holier-than-thou attitude, Mike because of his general existence). Am also not too fond of Hopper in season 3. He was an asshole there, and I felt nothing for his supposed "death". Also, since Billy's my favorite, I must admit that I have lost respect for most of the supposed "heroes" of the show since they showed themselves so unwilling to try to save Billy.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: One doesn't have to create stuff to be in fandom. Someone's gotta be the audience, too. (And I'm very good at being the audience, because I love everyone's stuff.)

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: Billy Hargrove, hurt/comfort, Realizations

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Jaymes Young - I'll be good ... K.Flay - Blood in the cut ... Troye Sivan - Talk me down ... Queen - Good old-fashioned lover boy ... among others ...

Tagging: @weird-an @callieb @cherrydreamer @billyharringson @lazybakerart @missroserose @disdaidal @dragonflylady77

[ashwithapen]

url song tag game :D

thanks to @yesireadbooks and @fire-but-ashes-too for tagging me! i love music so much so i love little games like this :))

what you have to do is spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

shout out to my playlist with literally all of my music for making it easier to find + pick songs lmao

A - Aerie by Lena Raine

S - Scott Pilgrim vs. My GPA by Mom Jeans.

H - Hours Outside in the Snow by Modern Baseball

W - White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes

I - It's Getting Wild Getting Older by Loupe

T - Theseus by The Oh Hellos

H - [The] Humours of Whiskey by Hozier

A - About You by The 1975

P - Polite Company by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

E - Everlong by Foo Fighters

N - Nervous Young Inhumans by Car Seat Headrest

TAGGING (11): @leisoree @enne-uni @caffeine-powered-aroace @palebdot @tea-and-mercury @holdmyteaplease @purplehandshumanfeelings @junypr-camus @guessillcallitar @desastreus @the-stray-storyteller

below the cut: me being unable to just choose one/two for each letter lmaoo

A:

All Eyes On Me (Song Only) by Bo Burnham

Alpha by C418

S:

Safe by Surf Curse

Safe and Sound by Capital Cities

Sarah by Alex G

Satisfied by the original Broadway cast of Hamilton

Seventeen by the cast of Heathers: The Musical

Sex by The 1975

Sober to Death by Car Seat Headrest

Somebody To Love by Queen

H:

Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish

haunt me (x 3) by Teen Suicide

Heartache by Toby Fox

Here I Am (Classic Version) by Bryan Adams

Hide by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

History Maker by DEAN FUJIOKA

Home by Toby Fox

Hopes and Dreams by Toby Fox

Hysteria by Def Leppard

W:

Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

when the light turns red by Miki Ratsula

WORDS WORDS WORDS by Bo Burnham

Would That I by Hozier

I:

I Didn't Change My Number by Billie Eilish

IDK You Yet by Alexander23

I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young

I/Me/Myself by Will Wood

In My Room by Chance Peña

Into Númenor by Bear McCreary

Intro by C418

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

I Say No by the cast recording of Heathers: The Musical

It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! by Lovejoy & by Wilbur Soot

It's Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

T:

Take It Back by Darci, OZZIE

Taswell by C418

Teenager In Love by Neon Trees

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

Teen Idle by MARINA

Tell It to My Heart by Paris Paloma

Therapy by Jonathan Larson

Time Travel Kool Aid by Half an Orange Ephixa

Toothless Lost by John Powell

Two Time by Jack Stauber's Micropop

P:

Painkillers by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Passerine by The Oh Hellos

Poison Root by Alex G

Possum Queen by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Pothole by Modern Baseball

Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy by Lovejoy

Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi, MGMT, Ratatat

E:

Edge of the World by DESERT STAR

Edward 40hands by Mom Jeans.

Enterlude by The Killers

Eurus by The Oh Hellos

Everybody Gets High by MISSIO

Everyone but You by The Front Bottoms

Exitlude by The Killers

N:

Nellie by Dr. Dog

Never Coming Home by Scruffpuppie

New Person, Same Old Mistakes by Tame Impala

[A] New Victim by Nathan Hanover Synthonic Orchestra

Non-Stop by the original Broadway cast of Hamilton

Not Alone by Darren Chris & by the cast of StarKid's Apocalyptour

Notches by Crywank

notice me by ROLE MODEL BENEE

Now or Never by Halsey

[yuujispinkhair]

HaiahaisnfkaavOa WINTER i’m on my knees!! I know I told you im not a fan of SukuIta ship but the little subtitle in your latest update

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

MADE ME FUCKING SCREAM! I just wanted to tell you that I wrote a DabiHawks (mha) fic once where Hawks got a very nasty scar on his chest and Dabi took care of him, helped him heal and all. And and and i remember up until today (and forever after) that i wrote a line:

“He put his arm over Hawks’s chest and held him, as if teaching the scar how to exist”

And it’s because of your subtitle that I remembered about this line and how much I adore writing dabihawks and i might just do it again. So thank you for that 🥹❤️

AAAHH BISCUIT 💗💗 this made me smile!! That scene you wrote sounds so beautiful!! I am happy that you were reminded of it and consider writing for that ship again 💗💗

There is something so emotional about kissing or touching someone's scars. It's s such a beautiful trope to me!!

Here is the song that contains the "Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love" line: