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gwynposting · 3 years

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Justice (Ch. 1)

This is the start of an alternate ending for Cyberunk 2077, focused around Judy as she tries to help V rid herself of the relic without also shedding her soul in the process.

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The feigning scent of nicotine clouds leftover from the trapped remnants of Maiko’s cigarette sent itching pulses of desire through V’s body. The activation throughout her body startled and scared her. She didn’t smoke. She hadn’t puffed a stick in her life and yet she eased into it like she was sitting in a favorite chair. More than once had she caught herself reaching for a cigarette from Evelyn’s pack before swiping the inner thoughts of Johnny away.

The clack of Maiko’s stilettos began to fade into the background, “Maiko, hold up. Give us a lift?” Roxanne called out.

“Only if you don’t talk to me,” Maiko responded bitterly, “I feel a migraine coming on.”

She’s not the only one, V thought to herself. It almost felt like the cigarette fumes had been a trigger for it - like her brain was trying to associate the smell to memories that she’s never experienced before, that never existed. Flashes of seething bitter hatred and insecurity and jealousy pulsed through her veins came and went.

It took the breath out of her, and V had to brace herself with both hands to remain upright.

“Oh shit,” Judy said as she siddled besides V, “I’m scared, V.”

Judy looked down to her lap before continuing, “Speakin’ of gratitude… stuff I’m askin’ you to do, well - usually comes with a price tag, I know. You wanna help, I get that. But I’m more’n happy to pay your fee in full.”

V shifted her weight to her right arm so she could wave Judy away with her left, “C’mon Judy, you serious? Out of the question.”

“Bu-” Judy tried to make her case.

“Ah ah ah,” V tutted, “Not… not a word,” dizziness began to set in - her head began to swim and V found it difficult to even complete a sentence. She tried to provide a smile of assurance, but by the expression on Judy’s face, she wasn’t buying it.

“You okay V?” Judy reached out and placed a hand on V’s knee.

V looked up to meet Judy’s concerned eyes, which she could only meet with her own - unfocused and strained. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, just a long day.”

“How ‘bout I call a cab then,” Judy soothed.

“Preem,” V replied, before placing both hands on her knees and trying to lift herself up from the couch. “Thanks -” she began before what felt like electricity shot through her nervous system.

V clutched her head in agony as if it would stop the cosmic force tormenting her from using her skull as a sharpening stone. Every scrape and slice caused by another memory overwriting her brain, another one of her memories lost to time as one more of Johnny Silverhand’s took its place.

RELIC MALFUNCTION DETECTED

V’s legs gave out from under her. She reached out for the couch’s siding to fall back onto.

But she was far too weak to support herself, and her legs began to give out from under her until she collapsed on the cushion below.

“V? Are you okay?” Judy’s voice sounded distant.

She barely even heard Judy. She was breathless, her heart raced. She was staring down the barrel of Dexter Deshawn and he had just put a bullet through her skull.

“V?” Judy’s words became more desperate, “Talk to me.”

It sounded like V was underwater and all she could hear were the muffled desperate cries of Judy, until finally Judy reached out and shook her shoulder.

“V,” Judy stressed, “please.”

But as quickly as the searing pain shot through her body, it soon dissipated. Yet she continued to stare forward, past Judy and into the distance - she still stood down the barrel of Deshawn’s .22.

“S-sorry to scare you like that,” V attempted a smile. Her cheeks were a deep scarlet, whether flush from the pain moments before or from the embarrassment of having Judy bear witness to one of her episodes.

“W-what the fuck, V,” Judy’s voice had a hint of shakiness, “are you like… sick?”

“Something like that,” V said with a gruff. She still felt in a sort of daze, her muscles struggled to keep herself upright. “How much you wanna know?”

Judy tilted her head, “Only what you want to, V. I just want to know if you’re okay.”

V looked off to the side before her eyes rested upon her lap, “Well,” V said with a choke that even caught herself off guard, “Might have bad news for you.”

She attempted to look Judy in the eye but faltered under their piercing worry, “You know the heist that Evelyn hired us for, the relic I was gonna klep?”

“Couldn’t forget that in a million years,” Judy said somberly.

“I’ll spare you the gritty details but… in short the chip we stole’s stuck in my head. The chip is keeping me alive, but it’s also slowly killing me.”

Judy seemed taken aback, “You bein’ serious?”

“Sounds like a lot, I know. Truly wish it was all bullshit, believe me.”

“Fuck,” Judy muttered under her breath, “Anything at all you can do?”

“One can hope,” V withered.

Judy gave a sad smile, “It’s late, you’re tired. You can crash here for the night if you’d like,” Judy gave a reassuring pat on the knee to V.

V could only nod in return, “Thanks, Jude.”

Judy stood up and walked back to her room while V took the opportunity to kick off her boots and lay down on the couch. There wasn’t a pillow to lean on, but V couldn’t care less - she was already half asleep by the time her cheeks touched the couch.

“I got some pillows and a blanket for -” Judy cut herself off as she saw V fast asleep on her couch, arms splayed out and face straight down. She couldn’t help but smile, “Pssh, fuckin’ gonk.”

Judy shifted her weight to the balls of her feet, creeping up to the sleeping merc. With as careful a touch as she could, she cradled V’s head in one hand as she slipped a pillow underneath. She then took the blanket and splayed it atop her body.

Judy looked down upon V’s form and found it hard to take her eyes away. To see such a force of nature so vulnerable, so…

Adorable…

It sent butterflies to the pit of Judy’s stomach.

But in the same moment those butterflies turned to boulders, sinking within as she felt the gravity of the emotions within - vulnerability.

Of course she’s fucking dying, the dark thoughts appeared in Judy’s head. And while they were immediately beaten back down by conscious thought, she wasn’t able to push down the underlying fear that she’d open herself up to someone once more, only to lose them to the inevitable grind of Night City’s heel. But her mind was no more hostage to her first impulse as she was to her second - there was an ever present war taking place within her.

How could I be so selfish? She’s fucking dying and I immediately make it about myself.

Judy hadn’t even realized she’d reached for the pack of cigarettes in her pocket until her other hand failed to locate her lighter. Deciding she didn’t want to bother having a fight with herself on a nicotine-deprived brain, she waited until she was back on the roof of her building, lit cigarette in hand, staring out to the NC skyline.

Is it too much to ask for just one thing to go right, she asked herself.

Yet Judy quickly reminded herself, You’re acting like she’s your girlfriend already.

Judy cursed herself at even the thought - she didn’t even know if V was even into women. She took a heavy draw from her cigarette before flicking it off the balcony.

***

Judy’s gaze lingered on V’s sleeping form. Maybe she was looking a bit too close - her eyes focused on a couple strands of hair drooped over V’s face. She had the overwhelming desire to sweep them back over the merc’s ear, but ultimately decided not.

“Goodnight, V.”

***

Sharp cracks raced through the air. Although used to the familiar tenors, V shot up in an instant - her hair raised on end, breath rapid, and heartbeat racing. More gunfire sprung forth, followed by the screeching squeal of rubber against pavement. The gripping roar of motorcycles soon began to fade into the streets of Kabuki.

V clutched her chest as she tried to calm herself down. She was fine.

For now.

But as the adrenaline began to fade, the throbbing headache leftover from last night’s attack took its place. V groaned in pain as she began to feel her own heartbeat through her head.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead.” Judy called out.

V turned to see Judy in the kitchen making breakfast. She tried to match the energy Judy was bestowed but could only manage a pained half-smile. “Helluva alarm clock.”

“Things have been getting hot between Maelstrom and the Tyger Claws lately,” Judy sighed, “it doesn't help that I live on the border of their territories.”

Judy paused what she was doing and instead took a mug from the cupboard and filled it with coffee from the pot. She also grabbed a pill bottle and doled out a couple in her hand and brought them both over to V.

“Coffee and,” she held out her hand for V, dropping its contents into her hand, “ibuprofen. And I hope you like ham.”

“Wow,” V replied, “thanks, Judy. And yeah, I love it.”

“Least I can do.” Judy said with a smile before returning to the kitchen.

Least I can do, she repeated in her thoughts.

V tossed both tablets in her mouth and washed it down with several large gulps of coffee. The scalding liquid coating the inside of her mouth was the least of her concerns, she needed caffeine inside her ASAP.

When Judy was finished, she brought over a fresh ham sandwich. V took it and scarfed it down, only to blush as she realized what a messy eater she was being.

Wiping her lips clean, she looked up to see Judy sitting on the couch a ways away looking vaguely concerned, “Sorry I uh, freaked you out last night.”

“Does that happen a lot?” Judy asked.

V rubbed her neck, not wanting to lay it all on Judy at once, “It’s not usually that bad.”

“C’mon, V. Cut the shit. What’s really going on?”

“No gettin’ around this, huh?” V asked, but really it was more a statement of fact, knowing Judy.

Judy gave a half smile, but it gave away her underlying fears and doubts, “I’m worried, V.”

Something deeper pierced V, she couldn’t pinpoint it. All she knew was she couldn’t deny Judy this request, “You want the long version, then?”

“Call it a thanks for breakfast,” Judy smirked.

“Might want to get comfortable then. Because well, shit, where do I begin?” V thought for a moment before continuing once more, “So, my choom and I, big guy named Jackie, tangled with this hotshot fixer, Dexter Deshawn.”

“He’s the one who put you in contact with Evie?” Judy asked.

V nodded, “Mhm, as well as make us run some errands,” V said with a scoff, “but anyways, the job was to hit Konpeki Plaza, right? Klep some biochip that the son of ‘Saka was stealing for himself.”

“Which is why you came in for the braindances,” Judy affirmed.

“Exactly. But the job went wrong, as you know. I lost Jackie getting out of Konpeki. And…”

“...and?” Judy said, softly, not wanting to sound too impatient.

“I died, Judy. I fucking died.” V shuddered at the thought.

“Are you… are you joking right now?” How are you alive?” Judy leaned forward in disbelief.

“Remember that chip we were stealin’? Well, the container got busted when we were escaping. The next best place to store it was hooked into one of our brains, apparently. Jackie took the honors initially but… well….” V shook her head, “So I slotted the shard in myself after Jackie died.”

“I’m sorry, by the way. Truly,” Judy soothed as she scooched closer across the sofa so that she was now in touching distance between V.

V could really only offer a smile of acknowledgement in return, for she felt nothing but agony when she looked inward. “Guess the biochip was my saving grace - Dexter Deshawn double crossed me, put a bullet in my skull. I died then. But the craziest part is that the chip restarted my brain, god knows how much later. And I woke up to find myself in a junkyard in the badlands, covered in filth in debris.”

“J-Jesus fuck, V.” Judy’s voice hitched, “But I guess you made it out, all things considered.”

V nodded, “Got back only to realize I had the engram of a terrorist in my brain - Johnny Silverhand.”

“Woah, woah,” Judy waved, “engram?”

“Think of it like some digitized psyche, like if someone downloaded your entire brain and saved it to memory. His psyche is on the chip inside me.”

“Okay okay, so like the ‘Saka commercials just… just in your brain.”

“Yeah, something like that. But I guess when it restarted my brain, the chip began erasing me and writing in Johnny.”

“Fuck,” Judy stuttered. “So you’re becoming Johnny Silverhand?”

“Yeah,” V’s voice cracked, tears began to form on high cheekbones. “In a few weeks’ time, I’ll be someone completely different. I won’t even exist.”

Judy instantly moved to V’s side and wrapped an arm about her, pulling her close. “I wonder what it’ll be like to die for a second time,” V pondered dryly.

“Is there really nothing you can do?” Judy almost pleaded.

“There’s a few leads. I’m waiting to hear back from a fixer that can put me in touch with the Voodoo Boys, and I still need to look into finding the lead researcher for the biochip.”

“Ok,” Judy breathed deeply, “Alright. Then you focus on that, okay? And listen, I know you said you’d help out with Clouds but this is your life on the line here, V, I’d completely understand if you back out.”

“I said I was helping Judy, and that’s final.”

V’s assuredness sent a shiver down Judy’s spine - her unwavering voice, despite cracked with emotion moments before, her steadied eyes, still reddened from irritation and tears yet firm in their conviction, and the almost offended expression on her face to even suggest that she’d go back on her promise.

“Then... keep me posted? About how it goes... If you want,” Judy stumbled over her words. “I want to help if I can.”

“Of course, Judy. And thanks,” V smiled in appreciation.

Even the slightest gesture made Judy’s heart flutter. This gonk will be the death of me.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years

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New Kiss

Happy New Years Everyone. Wishing everyone a safe and happy 2021 we all need it.

Warnings: Fluffy and Flirty.

WC: 933

Enjoy x

“Come on Y/N, at least act like you’re having a good time” Sonny draped his arm around your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes and looked up at him “I need some air”

It was New Years Eve and the squad was expected to make an appearance at the DA’s New Year’s Eve Party. Sonny and Nick had brought your ticket before you even said yes. You weren’t really a big holiday party person or a dress person, but Amanda made sure she took you dress shopping for the event. Although being in a crappy mood in room filled with people you didn’t like or know, you did think you looked pretty in your red velvet v neck thinned strapped floor length dress, sliver low heeled heels, light makeup and hair down curled pulled back on either side with sliver clips. Everyone was filled with compliments when they saw you including Fin, them used to seeing you in work cloths, gym wear and jeans.

You pulled out of Sonny’s embrace making your way to the foyer when you ran into Carmen walking back into the ball room,

“Y/N?” Carmen raised her eye brows at you.

“Hey Carmen, you look lovely”

“So do you, you look different without your badge”

You both giggled and made small talk about the Holiday’s when Nick walked out to find you, walking up to put his hand on the small of your back,

“Y/N- Hey Carmen- Liv wants a group photo before Barba has to rush off again”

The three of you walked back into the ballroom laughing and talking with each other when you looked ahead at a pair of narrowed green eyes that meet yours with a smirk on his face,

“Liv, I didn’t know you hired a new Detective” Rafael chuckled titling his head to the side looking you up and down.

“I’ll take that as a compliment” you scoffed with a wink.

“Can we get this photo over and done with” Fin grumbled.

Rafael stood between Liv and Fin, Fin’s other arm around Carmen. Amanda between Nick and Sonny and you in front of Sonny, his arm around your shoulders your hands grabbing onto his arm while a passer-by took the photo. You all had a looked at the photo when Liv’s phone was passed around. You handed the phone back and went to get a drink.

When you walked back over to where everyone was standing they were all nowhere to be seen. You scanned the room and seen them all in different places, Nick and Amanda dancing, Sonny talking to some ADA’s and Liv and Fin talking to some high up’s in the DA’s office. You pulled your phone out of your clutch and seen it was 11.30, if you left now you could be home in your warm cosy apartment in bed before the clock strikes 12, if you could get a cab so close to midnight.

“You don’t look happy tonight” You jumped and caught your breath when you saw Rafael walk from behind you to stand next to you “Not having a good time?”

You took in a deep breath and a sip of your wine, “Not my kind of thing, I was thinking about going actually”

“You can’t bring in the New Years by yourself looking like that- you look beautiful tonight Y/N- not that you don’t look beautiful all the time”

You looked over at Rafael who just took a sip of his drink pouting his lips looking ever so handsome in a black tux, his long fingers wrapped around his glass and you whimpered softly,

“Thanks- you look very handsome tonight too”

“Bring in the New Year with me”

“What?”

“Bring in the New Year with me” Rafael grabbed your hand and pulled you into him close, almost onto his body “I was the one that pushed to get you here tonight. Amaro, Carisi and Rollins are all in on it”

“Of course they are” you took a sip of your wine.

“I tried to make a move at Thanks Giving at Carisi’s but you missed the hint” your frowned at him trying to think what he was talking about,

“When?”

“When I asked if you wanted to go and look at the Christmas lights in the Bronx and you asked everyone to come”

Your cheeks went red and you looked down sighing,

“I’ am sorry Rafael I didn’t-”

“I know” Rafael let go of your hand and cupped your cheek rubbing over it with his thumb “But its ok, you’re hear with me now” Rafael smiled softly at you.

“Guess you’re going to get your wish Counselor”

“I’ am Detective”

The room filled with confetti being released from the roof, loud cheers and glasses clinking together when Rafael’s lips meet yours for a soft sweet kiss. Your lips fitting perfectly with his, your free hand resting on top of the hand on your cheek. Rafael pulled back with smirk and kissed your cheek,

“Happy New Year’s Rafi, I hope it will be amazing year for you”

Rafael pulled you back in for a deep kiss groaning into your mouth when he felt your tongue enter his mouth.

“Happy New Year’s mi Amor, It’s going to be even more amazing with you” He lent down again pecking you on the lips “Let me go and say goodnight to the DA and we will get out of here” Rafael kissed your cheek and lent close to your ear “I have another idea on how we can welcome in the New Year.”

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potionsprefect · 4 years

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Blinding Lights (Ethan x F!MC)

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Summary: A night out suddenly takes a terrifying turn

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: slight angst, fluff (especially at the end)

A/N: I posted this on A03 about a month ago and have decided to put it on here as well.

“One more round?”

“Definitely not Jackie, I can barely stand up.”

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me Lahela.”

“Okay fine one more, I’m just glad I’m not driving.”

“Yeah you left that to me and Sienna.” Rafael laughed.

“I’m a very safe driver. I passed first time.” Sienna shrugged.

“Nah the best drivers are those who pass third time.” Bryce said.

“Remind me to never get in a car with you.” Aurora looked at Bryce with concern.

“Sure thing Emery.” Bryce patted her on the shoulder.

Victoria and her roommates along with Bryce and Rafael were out for a few drinks at a restaurant across town. The night was slowly wrapping up and they’d be leaving soon, well, as soon as Jackie and Bryce had finished their last drink. Victoria had been staring at her phone for the past 10 minutes, texting Ethan who was at his apartment, waiting for her to come back.

Ethan: Am I going to have to help you through your hangover when you get home?

Victoria: Don’t worry I’m not too drunk. Although there is enough alcohol in me that hugs and kisses will definitely help sober me up.

Ethan: I’ll be waiting for you

Victoria smiled down at her phone. Her and Ethan had been dating for a few weeks and Victoria felt like she was living in a fairytale. She was the happiest she had ever been.

“Victoria are you coming?” Sienna’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, and I call shotgun.” Victoria said.

“No way.” Elijah laughed.

“Least drunk gets to sit in the front. And that would be me.” Victoria smirked.

“Just because you can handle your alcohol better than the rest of us.” Jackie stuck her tongue out.

Everyone laughed as they settled into the cars. Victoria put on her seatbelt and Sienna pulled the car out of the car park and onto the main road.

“So how are things between you and Doctor Ramsey?” Sienna asked as they waited at a traffic light.

“Sienna you can call him Ethan outside the hospital.” Jackie laughed.

“Yeah I’m sure he has a life outside Edenbrook, especially now he has Victoria in his life.” Elijah grinned.

“I’m just trying to stay professional.” Sienna shrugged.

“Oh trust me, he’s professional in some aspects.” Victoria winked.

“Okay that’s too much information.” Aurora shuddered.

“You know I didn’t mean intimate details.” Sienna laughed.

“I know you didn’t. Things are really good.” Victoria smiled.

“Do you think he’ll ask you to move in with him?” Jackie asked.

“I don’t know. We’re happy with our current living situations at the moment but who knows what the future holds.” Victoria replied shrugging.

“How many times are we gonna see him in our flat?” Elijah laughed.

“Knowing Victoria, loads.” Jackie laughed.

The traffic light turned green and Sienna pulled the car out further into the road. What she didn’t notice was a truck heading straight into their direction at a terrifying pace.

“LOOK OUT!”

A terrifying scream, the blinding lights from the car, the sound of metal hitting metal, the car being broken up into pieces, the tyres skidding along the road and suddenly, everything went black.

— — — — — — — — — —

Edenbrook was unusually quiet at night. Night shifts usually filled with people who had sustained injuries whilst out at night. However, no traumas had come in and the evening was spent mainly filling out charts from previous patients. That was all about to change.

“We’ve got a double MVA rolling up.” One of the nurses shouted to the group of doctors and nurses around her.

“Okay prep the trauma rooms and make sure the OR’s are free.” Ines said, doctors and nurses hurried to complete the tasks as Ines and Zaid headed out to meet the ambulances, Harper joining them soon after.

“What have we got?”

“Double MVA rolling up.” Ines said.

“And here’s me thinking this Saturday night shift would be peaceful.” Harper sighed.

“This is why we should never jinx it.” Zaid said.

The ambulances rolled up and the doors flung open.

“Doctor Lahela?” Harper said stunned as she watched Bryce jump out of the ambulance alongside Rafael.

“We were in one of the restaurants across town, a car came out of nowhere and crashed right into Sienna’s car. Raf and I were in the car right behind them.” Bryce said.

“Doctor Trinh?” Zaid eyes grew wide as he looked at Sienna who was lying on the gurney, her face covered in blood.

“Getting… harder… to… breathe.” Sienna wheezed.

“She was crushed between the wreckage, we managed to get her out. Victoria, Jackie, Aurora and Elijah are all ok, just minor injuries. They were put into other ambulances.” Rafael explained.

Other doctors and interns wheeled Sienna into the hospital whilst the ambulances carrying Victoria, Jackie, Aurora and Elijah pulled into the bay.

“Are you guys alright?” Ines asked rushing to help the young doctors out of the ambulances.

“We’re fine, Victoria’s got glass in her leg but the rest of us just have minor injuries.” Jackie replied.

“Okay grab a wheelchair for Victoria.”

“No I’m ok, I can walk to the beds.” Victoria said wincing as a wave of pain washed through her.

“Doctor Clarke you’re a patient now not a doctor, let us help you.” Zaid said. Victoria felt now wasn’t the time to argue with the senior doctor so she did as she was told. She got settled into the bed as she got inside the hospital, her other friends taking the beds surrounding them.

“Is it just your leg?” Ines asked examine Victoria’s leg.

“Yeah.” Victoria replied looking towards the room where Sienna was being treated.

“I need a doctor here.” A paramedic yelled from the entrance.

“I’ll go, I’m not badly injured.” Aurora said getting up and heading over to the gurney. “Oh my god, it’s the guy who hit us.”

“What?” Elijah said, wheeling over to help Aurora treat the guy.

“Doctor Mirani, Sienna’s pressure’s dropping.” Danny ran out of the trauma room. Zaid rushed into the trauma room. Before any of the other doctors could look to see what was happening, one of the nurses pulled the blinds shut.

“Oh come on!” Jackie huffed.

“I’m gonna clean the wound and stitch it up. You’re going to be ok.” Ines turned to Victoria.

“Can I still walk on it?” Victoria asked.

“You should do but I advise plenty of rest. I think you know that.” Ines said. “Is there anyone you’d like me to call?”

Victoria hesitated for a moment. Even though everyone at the hospital knew they were an item, it didn’t stop them from gossiping about them behind their backs, despite the majority of it being positive. “Can you call Ethan?”

“Sure no problem.” Ines smiled. Jackie offered to make the call and so Ines got to work on Victoria’s leg. She cleaned the area and then delicately, removed the pieces of glass before stitching up the area. “You’ll be fine walking on it. Come by in three days to have the stitches removed and you’ll be as good as new!”

“Will it leave a scar?” Victoria asked.

“It might do but I wouldn’t worry about it, it’ll be minimal.”

“Can you check on Sienna? I want to know how she’s doing.”

“Sure, they might need my help anyway.” Ines retreated from the room and headed into the trauma room.

“What an evening huh.” Jackie said sitting back down on the bed.

“How did this even happen? Sienna didn’t jump through a red light.” Victoria sighed.

“No but the guy who hit us did. Rafael just told me he was seven times over the limit. He was travelling way faster than the limit.” Jackie said.

“Did he survive?”

“No, he was in v-fib and they couldn’t get him back.” Jackie replied.

“How are you doing?” Bryce and Rafael came and stood by Victoria’s bed.

“Just a couple of stitches, nothing too serious, do you know how Sienna is?”

“She’s stable but she’s going to need surgery. She said she couldn’t feel her legs.” Rafael said.

“Don’t worry I’m going to assist, we’re taking her up now, she’s in capable hands and she’ll be back on her feet in no time.” Bryce laid a comforting hand on Victoria’s shoulder before heading down the corridor to follow the doctors who were wheeling Sienna into the lift.

“Doctors would it be possible for you to answer a few questions for us?” A police detective walked over to them.

“Of course detective.” Victoria said sitting up.

“I’m guessing your Victoria Clarke and Jackie Varma?” The Detective looked at Jackie and Victoria.

“Yes that’s right.” Jackie replied.

“And you are?”

“I’m Rafael Aveiro. I was in the car behind them.”

“Ok Mr Aveiro can you describe what happened?”

“We’d all been out for a few drinks. Sienna and I decided we would drive home so we didn’t have anything to drink. At the end of the night we got into our cars and Sienna pulled out of the car park first, I followed shortly behind her. We were sat at a red light for a couple of minutes before Sienna pulled away and then all of a sudden, a car came out of nowhere and went straight into them.” Rafael explained.

“And Sienna is known as Doctor Trinh to your colleagues?”

“Yes that’s correct.”

“Ok that’s plenty of information. Several witness have also said similar things. I’ll need to speak to Doctor Trinh. Do you know where she is?”

“She’s having surgery at the minute.” Victoria replied.

“Ok, one of our officers will come by in a few days to see how she is. I have to say you were very lucky doctors, very lucky indeed.” The detective bid goodnight and left the hospital.

“Was that a detective?” Aurora and Elijah came over.

“Yeah he was just asking questions about what happened.” Rafael replied.

“Ok well Ines wants us to stay in hospital overnight just as a precaution and we can all be discharged tomorrow morning.” Aurora said.

“I’m staying in the on-call room tonight.” Rafael said.

“Rafael you should go home.” Victoria sighed.

“No I want to be here when Sienna wakes up.”

“If you say so.”

The nurses came in and wheeled Victoria to a private room and lead the others to their separate rooms. Victoria gazed out the window, the city lit bright by the building lights and the moon was shining down on them.

“Victoria?” A voice broke Victoria’s daydream. She turned around to see Ethan rushing into the room and pulling her into his arms. “Thank God you’re alright, I got here as fast as I could. What happened?” He said kissing her forehead.

“A car hit us. It was going really fast. Apparently the driver was drunk. He just came out of nowhere.” Victoria sighed in Ethan’s embrace.

“Were you badly hurt?”

“No just some glass in my leg, I’ll be fine. Sienna came off worst. She’s in surgery right now, she couldn’t move her legs. What if she-“

“No don’t think like that. She’ll be ok. Stay positive.” Ethan said pulling her in for a kiss.

“But none of this would’ve happened if we hadn’t stayed for one more drink. We would’ve avoided him.” Victoria said. She could feel her eyes stinging with tears.

“Hey, hey.” Ethan climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her. He gently stroked her back. “You can’t dwell on what would’ve happened. That guy would’ve hit someone anyway. He shouldn’t have been over the limit and he sure as hell shouldn’t have been driving.”

“I guess you’re right.” Victoria laid her head on his shoulder.

“I’m always right. Now lie down. You need to get some sleep.” Ethan said preparing to get off the bed.

“Ethan?” Victoria lightly grabbed his hand. “Will you stay here tonight? I’d rather not be alone.”

Ethan took his shoes off swung his legs on the bed, he laid down next to Victoria wrapping his arms around he pulling her closer. He gave her a light kiss on the forehead and murmured into her hair.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

— — — — — — — — — —

Dark grey clouds covered the Boston sky, threatening to spill rain. Victoria woke up and felt the space next to her, remembering where she was and who should be beside her. But there was no one there. As she sat up, the person she was looking for strolled into the room.

“Glad to see you awake. I brought you some breakfast and I’ve got your discharge paperwork. The others have already left.” Ethan smiled sitting on the bed.

“Is Sienna ok?” Victoria asked.

“She came out of surgery well and is in recovery. Bryce says there’s no evidence of paralysis so far.”

“That’s great.”

“Naveen says don’t worry about your shift tomorrow, he’s got it all covered. I’m free to take you home.”

"Does that mean you get to look after me?” Victoria grinned.

“For as long as you need.” Ethan grinned back.

Ethan wheeled Victoria out of her room and helped her get into his car. His hand not leaving hers once he drove to his apartment and got her settled on his couch before he made her a cup of coffee and joined her, wrapping a blanket around her.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working later tonight?” Victoria asked.

“I swapped shifts so I could be with you. Naveen didn’t mind.” Ethan replied.

“I bet he had the biggest grin on his face.” Victoria laughed a little.

“He did. You know he’s one for hospital gossip. He saw the two of us asleep last night. Now the whole hospital knows just how much Doctor Ramsey is in love with Doctor Clarke.”

Victoria sat up a little straighter. “Did you say love?”

Ethan froze. Whatever he meant to say was sure as hell not meant to come out like that. “Oh uh… I hope that wasn’t too sudden. But it may be the truth. I love you Victoria.” Before he could say anything else, Victoria pulled him closer and attached her lips to his.

“I love you too Ethan. Kinda thought it was obvious.” Victoria smirked.

“Well I’d hate to presume anything.” Ethan grinned.

“So you kept it to yourself? Smart.” Victoria smiled. “Now that we’ve confessed our love to each other I think we should do something to celebrate.”

“Oh really? And what exactly did you have in mind?” Ethan said lowering Victoria further onto the sofa, mindful of her leg.

“Well for starters it requires much less clothing.”

Ethan grinned. “What about your leg?”

“Are you going all Doctor on me outside the hospital? I’m not completely crippled. I’ve still got one good leg that can give you a good time. So what do you say?” Victoria whispered into his ear.

Ethan just grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. As he looked down at the woman he loved so much in his arms, he knew that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Absolutely nothing.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading it! :) I don’t know why I’m so nervous to post this maybe because it’s my first time.

#ethan ramsey #play choices #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #fanfic

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aromantic-romance-writer · 4 years

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Pillars with their s/o (reader) before going to bed (depending on their moods)!

Yo, I'm on fire this week, I keep posting I can't believe it-

I didn't include Gyomei cause I wasn't sure how to write how he acts and how he actually acts I'm so sorry ;;;;;

This is what you call a headcanon right??

I know I'm a disappointment for a writer for not knowing the terms ;;; but here you go!

Enjoy!

Giyu Tomioka

First time sleeping on one bed felt very awkward for the guy. At first, he'll be stiff and doesn't know what to do. Like, he'll be thinking; should I hug her? Should I spoon her? Am I supposed to s l e e p ?

You find this adorable and just try to assure him that anything is fine. Of course, the guy would just be lying there, letting you hug him or snuggle against him.

But actions speak louder than words, right? But do you believe that actions while asleep or unconcious are louderer?

When he's asleep, though, he gets super affectionate. He would spoon you and nuzzle his face against your nape, all that sweet diabetic stuff! Once he gets used to it, he'll do that even when he's awake.

When he's sad, as soon as you're both lying down, he would turn his back towards you. Don't worry! It just means that he needs to think for himself or just wants to talk about it with you.

In the morning though, he would make up to you by showering you with kisses.

When he's mad, he'll just be lying down. That's basically it. He would ignore your hugs, kisses and affection. When you talk to him, he'll just hum or grunt in response.

Even when you ask him why he's mad, he'll ignore you. You'll eventually give up cause you're tired and just wants to damn sleep and when he realizes that you've decided to sleep without the issue resolved, he'll start talking.

When he's happy, he'll adore your existence much much more and would pamper you too much until you'll just say that you want to sleep already. He'll respect your wishes but he won't let you sleep until you rest your head on his chest so you would know how happy his heart is to be with you right now.

Shinobu Kocho

The very first time she sleeps with you, she would hold your hand and hug your intertwined fingers close to her chest like it's the most valuable thing in the world.

When a week passed though, she asked if you can hug yet and you realized that she was being considerate just in case you weren't comfortable when all this time you thought she was the one who wasn't comfortable!

When she's sad, you can easily detect it despite smiling. You refuse to even lie down with her without asking her what's wrong, holding her hand the entire time she will talk.

Once she's vented out her feelings, you sometimes give a word of advice. Usually, you'll just say "don't be sad anymore or I won't be able to sleep tonight" and with these magical words, she would giggle and that's enough for you. She's usually the one who would spoon you or let your head rest against her chest but in times like these, she's feeling vulnerable so she needs your warmth around her.

Yo, why the hell would you make her mad? It doesn't matter whether intentional or not, just why??? You wanna die, bro?

When she does get mad though, she would still be smiling but you can already see the veins popping from her forehead so at this point, you just wanna scooch over to the very edge of the bed and give her all the remaining space.

Your backs are turned to each other, but neither of you can sleep. So in this current position, she would be the first to talk (cause she's aware at how afraid you are of her lmao-). But you make an effort to muster all the courage to ask what you did wrong, and she really appreciates that. In the end, you both decide that it's for the best to give each other space for tonight and just make up for it the next day.

A happy Shinobu is a blessed s/o.

She would be all giddy and jumpy (what a rare sight to see-) once both of you are in your shared room, and she only shows that wonderfully adorable side to you. She would talk about how her day went and what made her really happy and then kiss you goodnight on the lips.

You sleep facing each other while holding hands and your noses grazing each other then she would say "I love you" before drifting off, and she doesn't say the L word a lot. Even when you wake up, even if your fingers weren't holding on anymore, hers is still tenderly holding unto yours. It was okay as long as you know that the only hand she'll kiss and hold is yours.

Kyojuro Rengoku

He doesn't mind being really really affectionate on the first night, but he wants to know if you feel the same way.

Since he's a pillar, he's pretty busy so he believes every time spent with you is absolutely precious and he wants to show you how much he loves you as much as he can, even when he's asleep.

When you said that you didn't mind as well, BRO he just showers you with his attention and love and affection and you swear, you'll get diabetes.

T H E B I G S P O O N E V E R Y T I M E.

When he's sad (which is reeeaallyy rare to happen now), he's really good at concealing it but he's not fooling you. He knows it and that's one of the reasons why he can't bear to hesitate as long as it's you.

Though he doesn't really say anything about it and you're persistently asking what's wrong. You wouldn't let him spoon you until he tells you what's the problem.

He'll give in and agree but he wants to spoon you while telling you. One of the reasons why is because he doesn't want you to see him weak around you.

When he's mad (also rare to happen), he's straightforward about it. Like he would yell once you're in your shared room "[Y/N], I AM UPSET WITH YOU AND I WOULD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT". You fail to get used to it because it was just so random and surprising-

He refuses to lie down or even sit beside you until the issue is resolved, much to your disappointment.

Ohoho, you have no idea how much self-control he's using.

He just wants to hug you and kiss you and adore your very being to the core, but before he does that, he would like to extinguish any angry or upsetting flames inside him or you.

When he's happy, like really happy, you have to get ready for his shower of conpliments and kisses.

Before he actually tells you what made him this happy, he would shower you with compliments and/or flirts like "You look prettier than usual today" or "it's illegal to be this beautiful" or "how do you make me fall for you every second of the day?" until your face is so red everyone who sees might think you're a walking tomato.

This sight would satisfy him and finally tells you how his day went. You still have no clue as to why he needs to say all that but you hope it's not permanent.

He would be the usual big spoon, but he also combs your hair while telling you "In the end, you'll be the only reason why I'm truly happy".

Tengen Uzui

On the first night, he's playful. Too playful. You'll just be like "wtf aren't you tired? Stop throwing pillows at me".

But then he's just really excited to be sleeping next to you and he doesn't know what to do with all this excitement running through his veins so he just decided to have a pillow fight with you.

After a few nights, he realized that you lightly snore and, why would he miss that?

He would lie on his side, arm angled upwards, his head resting on his head, and comb through your hair while singing a lullaby.

Sound Hashira so expect to get knocked out afterwards.

Once you're asleep, he would watch you snore until he himself is drowsy and gets comfortable with wrapping his arms and legs around you.

Sometimes, though, you'd still be awake after the lullaby and just play with his hair.

Bro you need to stop him from flexing how he gets to sleep next to you and watch you snore adorably to everyone.

When he gets sad (honestly can't imagine), he doesn't show and he's better at concealing it than Kyojuro so he would do the usual without you noticing.

He believes that all it takes is to see you peacefully sleeping by his side and feel safe around him to get him back to his usual flamboyant attitude.

On rare occasions, you would notice and purse your lips cutely for keeping it from you.

He would tease you and change the subject, but he fell for you and decides to be your boyfriend so you're not giving up.

And because of that, he is reminded that you chose him and that you love him from the bottom of your heart, so he'll just smile and say he's not sad anymore.

You're not convinced but then he starts to wear a cheeky grin, surely he was plotting something now that he's feeling better so off to bed you go-

When he's mad, he'll just sit on the edge of the bed and cross his arms and just basically give obvious hints even though at that point you're already aware.

You would wrap your arms around his neck from behind and whisper in his ear, just the way he likes it. You would whisper "what's wrong?" then he'll instantly tell you cause it gives shivers down his spine and he likes it and doesn't like it at the same time.

Then it would be you who would be combing his hair and humming a lullaby.

It didn't matter if you sound off-tune, as long as it's you he'll be at peace.

When he's happy, it's like the pillow fight all over again. Except he also carries you and runs around the house. In the end, both of you would be too exhausted to do anything else and y'all are just a tangle of limbs on the bed lmao. But he promises to tell you all about it in the morning. He doesn't leave a single detail out when he tells you because he wants to share every happy experience with you even if you weren't there to experience it for yourself.

Muichiro Tokito

The first time, he just sat on the bed seiza style and intently stares at you.

At first you were confused, but you figured out that he was waiting for you to tell him what he should do.

You told him he can do whatever, and this made his eyes light up. He just wanted to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep.

At first, he doesn't want to fall asleep because he's really curious on what would be your morning routine.

But then you suspected what he plans to do and you just nushed his cheeks with your hands while telling him to sleep. In the end, he agrees as long as you don't do that to his face again.

You still do, but he ain't complaining anymore.

Cuddlesssssss every night.

He refuses to be the first and last to sleep. He wants to fall asleep at the same time with you. Somehow, he can time whenever he can sleep so this wasn't really a problem. It also makes you want to sleep early just for his sake.

When he's sad, he would nestle his head on your chest and let the steady beating of your heart forget his woes for a while until he's ready to tell you what happened as you comb through his hair.

Before sleeping, you tell him to sleep before you. He'll protest at first, but you tell him just for tonight or whenever he feels down. You always kiss his forehead before he drifts off to sleep.

When he's mad, he's such an adorable bean oml-

Lips pursed and cheeks puffed out, he would ignore you and refuse to accept any form of affection you would give him. Though adorable, you admit this frustrates you a bit.

Aha! But your solution would be simple.

You pretend to give up and lie down, your back turned to him. After exactly 10 minutes, he would turn to you and say "don't go to sleep without cuddling me" or "are you giving up? Don't" or poke your arm repeatedly. You would tell him that you won't cuddle him if he doesn't tell you. So he'll be forced to tell you then you would resolve any misunderstandings or issues.

Works every time.

When he's happy, he would tell you all about it with such a pure smile, you swear you'll get a heart attack soon.

Before going to sleep, he would hug you by the waist and rest his head right where your heart beats. He believes as long as he can hear your heart beating for him, he can overcome anything.

Mitsuri Kanroji

On the very first night, she doesn't hesitate to legitimately squish you in her arms. She was just very happy to finally be able to sleep in your warmth.

She'll be 0.0001% less affectionate than on the first day.

You have this little routine to brush each other's hair before going to sleep. After that, she'll crawl on top of you and she would describe how happy she is with you like this.

You caught her sneaking out of your room to get a midnight snack once. But you don't say anything.

Once she goes to sleep though, you carefully move her from on top of you and sneak into the kitchen to cook a full meal for her.

She was embarrassed at first and tells you that you didn't need to cook for her in the middle of the night but you tell her it's okay because you really love her.

She appreciates those notes you always put beside the meal most specially the hearts you draw after every sentence.

When she's sad, she'll immediately crawl into your arms and lets you cradle her while she tells you what's wrong.

A of shower kisses is the best medicine for her sadness!

She'll giggle uncontrollably and showers you with kisses for fun and revenge, until it turns into a competition on who can give the most kisses.

Afterwards, you would ask if she's feeling better now then she'll tilt her head to the side and ask "why wouldn't I feel better?" so yeah she basically forgets why she was sad in the first place.

When she's mad, she'll be thinking on what to do to make you realize what you did if you didn't know, or what to do to get back at you for making her mad.

But one look at you, she'll be heading towards you with open arms and just forgets why she was mad.

But if you knew, you won't lie down with her until the issue is resolved. But if you didn't, you'll know right away why she was mad depending on what she ate before heading to bed you ask her what she had for dinner if you didn't eat together.

She doesn't really have the guts to tell you why you upset her so she really loves how you're like this.

When she's happy, really happy, she'll jump on you and squeal before telling you what happened.

Sometimes the conversation would go on for too long so you wound up making midnight snacks.

After, she would make your head rest on her chest and kiss your nose before going to sleep. She'll sleep talk sometimes so you hear her mumbling your name every once in a while when she's this happy and it shows that at the end of the day, you're the root of her happiness that she even dreams about you.

Obanai Iguro

He doesn't know what to think of finally spending the night beside with you on one bed, so he just stood there while you were fixing the pillows.

You asked what's wrong and he just shook his head. Then you realized that Kaburamaru wasn't resting on his shoulders so you asked him where he is.

Then you realized that he was trying to be considerate if you weren't comfortable sleeping with Kaburamaru beside you but truthfully you love Kaburamaru as well since the snake is pretty cheeky when he wants to lmao-

You told him this and he just stares at you with gleaming eyes, but then shakes his head as he finally sat on the bed beside you and told you that it was okay since he doesn't spend too much time with you during the day.

He doesn't really do anything intimate before, during, and after sleeping but he holds your hand and sometimes massages it as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

You didn't mind because you know he means well, he just doesn't really know how to be intimately affectionate.

That's what you thought.

Once you're asleep, he rolls over to his side to watch you sleep peacefully while kissing your hand. He does that until he himself is sleepy and kisses your forehead before sleeping.

He also wakes up before you everytime so before he starts his day, he would move some strands of hair from your face and maybe wipe off your drool lmAo-

Soon, Kaburamaru would sleep in the same room too. But sometimes Obanai regrets this cause you play with the snake a lot and smile at him so he gets jealous.

When he's sad, you can detect it right away and just pull him into a hug with your hand rubbing his back.

He isn't used to it, but he doesn't resist. Sometimes, he'll hug back but your warmth really is just enough for him. He also doesn't like to talk about it until he gets better so you just comfort him like that until you hear him silently snoring.

You sleep while hugging him in the end and when he wakes up he'll take five minutes to process what was happening then get flustered about it.

Good thing he wakes up before you each time-

When he's mad, he doesn't even enter the room-

You want to resolve the issue but you knew it was best to give him space. It would sadden you though.

Kaburamaru is a spy.

He would ask Kaburamaru to check on you and whenever he hears from him that you're sad, he waits for you to fall asleep before he enters the room and spoon you while combing your hair.

He can't stay mad at you for too long and he wants to kick himself everytime it makes you sad.

Kaburamaru helps him practice on what to say the next time he's mad though!

When he's happy, he tells you vaguely but you can tell that he really is happy. Sometimes, he would even kiss you for a good 5 seconds before lying down. You'd get flustered cause he rarely kisses you and for 5 seconds? Your heart, gAh-

But when he's really happy (usually because you're there to listen to him and just be by his side), he'll spoon you then kiss the back of your neck and you'd just get shivers.

In the end, he'll spoon you and hold your hand because you're his happiness and you gave him happiness, so he's not gonna leave you, ever.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

In Public, he's all mean and cold except towards you and you call him Sanemi.

But indoors, he's the total opposite and denies that he likes being called Nemi-kun by you.

Your first night together with him, he was just lying down and staring at the ceiling. You didn't know what was wrong so you hugged him and asked.

Then his face exploded lmaooo.

Then you realized he was being considerate just in case you're not comfortable with being affectionate on your first night together or yiu just wanna sleep, but he was craving for all your attention and love!

You found this cute and eventually teased him until he hugs you back and legitimately dug his face into your neck, giving kisses here and there.

You gave up and stopped teasing him ever when both of you lie on the same bed.

When he's sad, he won't say anything and just rest his head on your shoulder while sitting.

You would hum to him and rub his back, trying to comfort him. When he's so sad to the point he wants to cry, you promised him you would turn away and cover your ears cause he just really doesn't want you to see him like that. Not only is he the Wind Pillar, he wants to be your pillar to lean on so he needs to show you how strong he is.

Of course, you told him it was okay to cry in front of you because he's only human after all, but the guy is just stubborn.

When he's mad (like actually mad) he'll stomp inside your room, roughly kiss you goodnight, then turn his back to you and attempts to sleep.

He doesn't wanna show you when he's mad at you either.

You would spoon him and whisper what's wrong, but he'll just grunt. He'll hold your hand though and draw circles on it with his thumb, meaning that he'll tell you in the morning. You trust him and kiss him in the cheek before falling asleep.

When he's happy, he'll carry you around the room before telling you.

It was so cute because his eyes would sparkle in excitement to tell you while holding both your hands.

Kind of annoying cause he can't sleep when he's that happy.

But you pointed this out and he apologised. So he just spoons you and rest his head on top of yours, quietly listening to your snores and treats them as a lullaby since you're the only one who can truly make him ease and feel at peace.

(I'm still really guilty for not writing Gyomei ;;;;;;;)

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ruzek-halstead · 4 years

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date

pairing: jay halstead x hailey upton

hailey is going on a date and jay is in severe need of a distraction. he calls on his intelligence boys for a guy's night, but that's all forgotten when hailey shows up after her date.

“i don’t even know the chicago med number, much less will’s extension of 3778.”

masterlist || ao3

warnings: swearing, fluffery, adam ruzek’s dumbassery

it starts as a day like any other. it’s early, most of the team has just gotten in, and jay is in the break room getting some freshly brewed coffee. there was no open case and voight wasn’t in yet, which meant the unit was catching up on paperwork and anything else they had been avoiding for the past week.

on his way back to his desk, jay observes vanessa leaning against hailey’s desk, as they chat. with a quick look around the bullpen, he notices kim is nowhere to be found, but he’s sure if she were here, she would be right there with them.

“i can’t believe you’re going on a date!” vanessa squeals in excitement.

two things happen in that moment.

hailey rolls her eyes and looks down at the paperwork sitting in front of her and jay trips over his chair and spills his coffee all over his desk. and paperwork.

vanessa whips around and hailey immediately stands up in shock.

“jay! are you okay?” hailey expresses her concerns, instantly making her way over to his side of the desk and collecting his most precious items so they don’t get destroyed. vanessa escapes into the break room to grab some paper towels.

jay looks up and makes eye contact with adam, who is smirking like all hell.

“yeah. shit, sorry,” he apologizes meekly. he’s used to being calm and collected - not nervous and frazzled. vanessa soaks up the coffee with paper towels and although his desk is a little sticky, it’s manageable. “thanks,” he mumbles to vanessa, as they resume their previous positions.

he attempts to act nonchalant (and like he’s not totally eavesdropping) by organizing his files.

“can you show me a picture again?”

jay crinkles one of his files by tightening his grip; he’s really trying.

“i already showed you a picture like five times, v!”

jay pales; oh god, they’ve been talking about this for a while, haven’t they?

“i’m sorry, i’m just so excited!” vanessa replies; she seems more excited than hailey is, which piques jay’s interest. “it’s been so long since you last went on a date.”

hailey rolls her eyes again. “yes vanessa, i’m aware of that, thank you.”

“and he’s a successful lawyer! like way to go off with a bang!”

jay fights the urge to roll his eyes this time. a lawyer? come on, hailey.

“if you ask me,” adam interrupts by rolling back on his chair and stuffing himself between the two detectives, “she will never do better than her ex, but that’s just my opinion.”

hailey replies by aiming a punch at his crotch, but adam is too quick (and honestly, he’s probably expecting it; with his lack of a filter, it can’t be the first time).

“where are you guys going?” vanessa continues the conversation as if adam never interrupted.

hailey continues filling in her paperwork. “we’re just going to grab a drink at a bar downtown. really simple. we’ve only met like twice.”

jay can’t listen anymore; it’s starting to cause him physical pain.

he stands from his desk abruptly and goes back to the break room with his coffee mug. there were so many emotions swarming his brain, he isn’t even sure what to think.

he’s interrupted by adam entering the break room.

“hey buddy,” he greets with a smirk. “how’s it going?”

“shut up.”

adam pours himself some more coffee, while jay sulks by the window. “you know this could all be easily avoided.”

“i don’t know to what you are referring to.”

adam rolls his eyes. “if you just told her how you felt, she wouldn’t even think twice about going on this date.”

“i do not comprehend the words that are coming out of your mouth.”

at his stubbornness, adam just stares disapprovingly. “fine; you can be like that. i’ll be sure to ask hailey to share the details of her date out loud, in graphic detail.”

jay’s jaw drops at the pure evil smirk gracing adam’s features. what an ass, jay thinks.

kevin walks in, but stops when he notices the tension in the room. “shit, is this about upton’s date?”

jay throws his arms up in exasperation and bumps his head against the wall, in hopes that it’ll spontaneously knock him out and when he wakes up, it’ll be next week.

“yeah, it is,” adam replies, handing kevin a mug of coffee (these detectives looooove their coffee). “i keep telling him this is so simple. if he just told her how she felt, she wouldn’t have to go on dates with randoms and i could win my $100 dollars.”

jay quirks an eyebrow at adam’s words. he doesn’t even look ashamed, while kevin looks a little sheepish. “there is a bet going on about you two, but it really isn’t important.”

“no, what’s important is you marching in there right now and declaring your love for her,” adam replies, motioning to the bullpen. “and then i can buy drinks tonight with my well earned $100.”

jay knocks his head against the wall again.

“no,” he mumbles.

“what’s that?” adam quirks an eyebrow. “you’ll do this for me because you absolutely adore me?”

jay shakes his head. “nope; this isn’t happening. i am going to avoid my problems,” adam groans, “and we’re going to have a guy’s night tonight.”

“a guy’s night?” kevin asks, biting his lip.

jay nods his head. “yes. i need this. this will take my mind off hailey…” he gulps in distaste, “and her date.”

“fine. but you’re buying,” adam replies, clapping jay on the back as he exits.

jay frowns. “i thought we could each pitch in for a round. do you understand how much you drink?”

“do you want our help or not?” adam smirks, popping his head back in.

“fine,” jay grumbles.

adam smirks cheekily, while kevin just shakes his head in amusement. “fantastic. i’m feeling extra thirsty today.”

“i hate you.”

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the rests of jay’s day continued on smoothly. he didn’t get much of a chance to be alone with hailey and chat, due to their lack of cases. she mostly focused on her paperwork and as much as he adored vanessa (she was adorable, how could anyone not?) she also didn’t leave hailey’s side for the day. too much excitement over hailey’s “get together with a colleague”. jay refused to call it a date, even in his mind.

instead, adam, kevin and him went straight to molly’s after the end of their shift, because the sooner jay could start drinking, the better. they were on round two (paid by him of course because adam conveniently “forgot” his wallet) when will walked in. he already had a wild smirk in his face, as he made a beeline straight towards them.

“alright, which one of you idiots called him?”

adam scoffs. “i don’t even know the chicago med number, much less will’s extension of 3778.”

“once again: i hate you.”

kevin snickers, bumping fists with adam. the two of them were enjoying this far too much.

“good evening gentlemen! looks like you all got started without me?” will teases, taking off his jacket and stealing a stool next to jay. he flags herrmann down and asks for another round. “add it to jay’s tab,” he says with a wink.

jay merely tips his bottle up in cheers and herrmann just smirks.

“alright, so why are we here?” will asks, narrowing his eyes at his younger brother.

jay opens his mouth to reply but kevin beats him to it, “upton’s going out on a date tonight.”

“and jay is handling it very well actually,” adam says, much to jay’s surprise. “he only spilled coffee all over his desk when he found out.”

will is laughing and jay is dying inside. he needs to find new friends.

“i’m sorry; are we here to distract me or sit around and talk about our feelings?”

will hands him a fresh new bottle and says, “copy you.”

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it had only been an hour, but boy, they could drink.

they kept their drink of choice mostly to beers, with adam and kevin venturing out to a few shots. but the more jay drank, the more he realized, he didn’t want to get completely plastered. while they didn’t talk about hailey and what she was doing, she was always in the back of his mind. it was stupid, he knew that. he could just talk to her; he could just tell her how he was feeling.

however, the idea of him telling hailey how he felt about her seemed equivalent to drinking car battery acid.

but then he sees a flash of blonde hair enter the bar and his bottle slips from his grip.

“jay, what the hell?” adam groans, clumsily reaching across the bar to grab some napkins to soak up the spill.

jay is too distracted to care. “hailey,” he chokes out, his mind growing fuzzy.

“yes, i know. we’re not supposed to talk about her,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

will reaches around jay (who is dumbly staring at his partner making her way over to them) to smack adam’s arms. “no dumbass, it’s hailey,” he informs him, watching as adam turns around and his mouth falls into an o. “hey hailey, how are you?” he asks politely.

“hey will, i’m good, thanks. how are you?”

it’s true that most of them were severely inebriated but even in that state, they could tell that she was full of shit. she was not good. her eyes were tired and her smile was fake, but they couldn’t tell why.

“good, thanks,” he replies slowly, sizing her up with his eyes. “actually, we were just leaving, right boys?”

kevin shoots her a smile. “yes, we were. because i’ve had a little too much tequila and it’s time for bed.”

“me too,” adam smirks, nearly falling off his stool and grabbing onto hailey’s shoulders to keep upright. “i don’t really need to go home,” he tries to whisper but he’s failing miserably, “we’re just leaving so you and jay can talk.”

jay drops his head against the bar and groans loudly.

“ooookay,” will laughs, grabbing adam’s arm and transferring his weight onto him from hailey. “kev and i will make sure he gets home safe. goodnight, you two!”

jay keeps his forehead nailed to the bar, even when he hears hailey sit in the stool next to him.

“jay,” she says quietly.

he automatically lifts his head and looks at her (how can he not? she looks gorgeous).

“how did your date go?”

a corner of her lip lifts sadly. “it didn’t.”

“what?” he snaps, much quicker than he should have. he winces but he’s too curious to care.

hailey absentmindedly begins playing with one of the old beer bottles left on the counter to distract herself; it also helped to not make eye contact with him (his eyes are just too much for her). “yeah, it didn’t end up happening. he never showed.”

“what?” jay repeats again, this time with a bit more edge in his tone.

the fact that someone stood hailey up (even though he was against this date from the beginning) severely pissed him off.

“yeah, i don’t know,” she replies sheepishly.

jay frowns. “what the hell? that’s not okay.”

“it’s fine, jay,” she protests, because of course she does.

“it’s not fine!” he replies, feeling himself getting riled up. “that’s not okay because you deserve the fucking world.”

hailey looks at him, her big blue eyes staring at him emotionally.

“god hailey, you deserve so much. you’re the best person i’ve ever known.”

hailey blushes, which is extremely rare, and she doesn’t like it. but it’s jay.

“you’re drunk, jay,” she mumbles, busying herself with cleaning up the counter.

jay stops her by grabbing her wrist; her blue eyes turn to him, nervous. “no, i’m not. i’ve never been so sure of myself.”

hailey doesn’t reply.

“i really didn’t want you to go on that date. fuck, i even spilled my coffee because i was so caught off guard.” she’s laughing at him and it puts him more at ease. “i just—god, i am so horrible at expressing my feelings. but i didn’t want you to go on a date, because i don’t want you to go on any dates, with anyone.”

hailey raises an eyebrow.

“anyone but me, of course.” there. it’s finally out there. “i was so jealous, hailey. i needed the guys to bring me out tonight and distract me so i wouldn’t ping your cell phone and crash your date. honestly, i really did think about it but then i’d have to explain why and clearly i’m so bad at this and you can stop me at any time, please.”

jay finally stops talking, but hailey isn’t saying anything. that makes him nervous.

“i was wondering how long it would take you to admit your feelings.”

that is definitely not what he was expecting.

“um, what?”

“i’m not an idiot jay!” she laughs. “you are the least clumsiest person i’ve ever met. the fact that you spilled your coffee right after my date was mentioned was definitely no coincidence.”

jay frowns. “you mean i’m not a master at hiding my emotions?”

“no, you are,” hailey snorts, “but so am i, and it takes one to know one.”

“since i’ve just spilled my heart out to you, what do you have to say to me?” he teases in a light but nervous manner. he can’t tell much from her reaction what she’s feeling.

she doesn’t say anything, she just stares at him with an unreadable expression.

he’s about to throw in the towel and take everything back, but then she throws herself off her stool and into his body. her lips meet his in a surprise kiss and surprise is an understatement.

jay’s inebriated brain takes a moment to register what is actually happening, but once he does, he surges forward with a ferocity that nearly knocks him off his own stool. hailey keeps the kiss short and pulls away, but doesn’t move from her newfound spot in between his knees.

“that was amazing, but i’m going to need some verbal confirmation,” jay teases, unable to tear his eyes away from her sheepish expression and rosy cheeks. he’s sure he’s smiling, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to stop for the duration of the night.

hailey leans her forehead against this chest for a moment. “of course i like you, jay. don’t ask me why, i honestly couldn’t tell you.”

“you can’t tease me right now hailey, i am literally on top of the moon,” he says, and it’s too adorable, she can’t do anything but laugh.

hailey happily nuzzles into the crook of his neck and stands there as he holds her. she’s quiet for several moments, until she sighs and says, “looks like i owe ruzek a hundred bucks.”

jay’s eyes widen at the insinuation of her statement, but all he can do is join her in a laugh.

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jello-fello · 3 years

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For the ask meme- yes. The whole fucking alphabet. Any fandom of your choice for any of them -kipp

LMAO THE WHOLE THING? THIS SHOULDNT BE ALLOWED-

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

Honestly besides the Constant love for Mell and Kai, Ash and Eiji from banana fish, and Reki and Langa and Joe and Cherry from sk8 right now. Also i like Lawlight from specifically the 2015 death note tv drama. OH. AND ALSO. SEKI AND SHIMIZU FROM OYASUMI PUNPUN I LOVE THEM

(Side note ngl Detective Roberts and His Ex-Wife are v nice together i like them)

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Ellspen from Self Aware. LIKE LISTEN. I KNOW I WRITE THE THING. BUT I NEVER CONSIDERED THAT UNTIL READERS STARTED SHIPPING IT

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Uhhh idk I never thought about it. Ig i’m not really a fan of Aizawa/All Might? that’s the first ship to come to mind. oh and also Hawks/Endeavor. not my cup o tea, never will be

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Any ship with Tanaka from haikyuu that Isnt him and kiyoko. like art of him and enoshita or him and noya are Cute, but i just dont ship it

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

Does writing “Regenerate, Fate” count

I also have Goose Yagami meme and the yelling cat meme but it’s death note

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

BNHA fandom has been since... november 2017ish

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

.........................................................................Klance.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

(ngl i dunno what this Means so sorry if my answer doesn’t make sense but-) I really like anime and animation, but also i really like comics and manga, more so now that im Making a comic

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I don’t think tumblr’s ever stopped making me like a fandom, but just like. stop going in tumblr’s tag for it. for example 15ish year old me was NOT ready to see the things in the undertale tag that i did. oh god the horrors.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

i dont think tumblrs ever led me to starting a show/getting into a fandom, but pinterest has. most of my fandoms have been through seeing random things on pinterest ngl

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

Vigilantedekus is The Best and I Love Them

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Matsuda from death note might’ve been played as the “Funny because he keeps fuckin up” kinda chara, but i do like that he was the one to shoot light and that he had that kind of outburst about light’s dad. BUT ALSO MATSUDA’S THEORY IN THE END OF THE MANGA? RIGHTS.

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

i dont have anything specific in mind, but all fandoms have DOPE artists

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

head empty no thoughts

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

Right now “The mind electric” reminds me of Jamie from SA, “Butterfly’s Repose” reminds me of Mell And Kai

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

uh uh uh uh Self Aware but without Aviancorp. That’s the only difference. The au is just what kind of ripple effect it would have on everyone and their lives

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

nothing’s coming to mind

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

Sobs. Seki and Shimizu from Goodnight Punpun. I only say them for this because theres So Little People who know them

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Athen (my oc, Choosing(02)) wants to see hatsune miku because he uses a voicebank to speak and “! she sounds like me!”

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

I’m going to do these with my OCs instead. because while im the author, they’re headcanons because most of them i cant Really make canon:

Athen has a mothman pajama set. He and adam have matching “Humanfucker”/”Robofucker” shirts

athen Has seriously wondered if adam would leave him for mothman

athen gets a pet roomba named Hal

Jamie would be a good parent

Sam (one of the dead kids from Subject 402/SA-) would’ve been a soccer player if she lived

Letho (the Other dead kid) would’ve been an art student

if jordan(Kai) had a Normal Life and WASNT a human experiment, he wouldnt be very accomplished in school despite being a genius, he’d be kinda a delinquent and getting in trouble a lot

If mell had a younger sibling, people would probably think HE’S the youngest one. they would not believe he were older if they were close in age

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Mob from Mob psycho

L and Light are tied

Aizawa and Shinsou and Deku are top faves ig

ash and eiji from banana fish. love them. AND SHORTER> LOVE HIM

i like punpun as a character but if i had the chance i would prolly throw hands

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

Mell and Kai - Self Aware

Shindeku OR tododeku - bnha

(Letho and (Redacted)) - Self Aware (but like. the au if letho Lived)

Ash and Eiji - Banana Fish

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

I think we all know my fave ships from this post so far. no need to do this question lmao

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

MOB. WOULD KILL FOR HIM BUT I KNOW HE WOULD BE :( AT ME FOR IT

ngl there aren’t many Precious Babies. like I’d say Hinata is a precious baby but haikyuu ends when he’s like fuckin 30 so what counts as a precious baby hmmm

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

my dash gets so much TMA

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

this post is long enough,,,

#long post #ask #ask meme

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viktuuriangstbang · 5 years

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Viktuuri Angst Bang 2019 - Masterlist

Here is the extensive list of the incredible and angsty works created for the Viktuuri Angst Bang. Thank you to all our beloved participants for seeing to the success of this event.

If you participated and you do NOT see your work here or have found an error, please email corrections to [email protected].

Open the ‘Read More’ to check ratings, warnings, tags, and summaries.

The Affair by Clarinda. Art by DyeingDoll.

Danse Macabre by AurumAuri. Art by Bectara

By Chance One Turns by Louciferish. Art by Izzyisosaki.

Bound by you by KuraiOfAnagura. Art by R-Tengu.

Our Time, Gone Forever by AJ Wolf. Art (1,2) by Elianthos.

Body of Evidence by Revampired. Art by Eli Grey.

And all pieces fall right into place by cottonee. Art by mferret9.

Faceless by allollipoppins. Art by Heavy Henry.

embedded in my chest (and it hurts to hold) by Ace of Japan. Art by Baph.

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by SchalaDresdan. Art by Bectara.

you're with me (not someone else) by Adrianna99. Art by Kathe.

Conventionally Yours by Songbirdsara.

I See the Light by black_tea_blue_pens. Art by Bectara.

The Cost of Winning by Daffy. Art by Diem.

Find me in me (Act 1) by LenaLawlipop. Art by Clarinda.

When We Collide by topcatnikki. Art by Clarinda.

Under the Midnight by Mazarin221b. Art (1, 2, 3) by Elianthos.

Genie In The Bottle by PaintingWithWords. Art by smolkristen.

All That We Hold of Heaven by Kazul9. Art by Purin.

Appalachian Harmony by Heavy Henry. Art by cupromantic.

over the oaks by owlishann. Art by Hecate Mist.

The Truth About Agape by Kastuuki. Art by Purin.

Red Cuffs of Fate by Gabzjones. Art by Cerisebio.

strange as angels by astudyinrose. Art by Bullsfish.

The Brightness of Gold and Silver by Katineto. Art by Ace of Japan.

Drag Your Soul to Shore by LinneaKou. Art by Baph.

Trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday by Briapia @briapia95. Art by DyeingDoll.

To Love And To Honour (Esp version) by Midnight_Luna. Art by Caramel.

When You Really, Really Miss Me by cleverlittleradiator. Art by Caramel.

Sing to me like steel by Ravensmores. Art by Impatvish.

Pleurosis by SnarkyBreeze. Art by rettlecake.

Whiskey Lullaby by Rae. Art by Andi.

*Summaries are trimmed to fit better; please visit fics on AO3 to view full details. **Chapter counts are as of January 16th.

The Affair by @clarinda0110 . Art by @dyeingdoll

E, 20k, Complete, Series. Canon AU - real world. Yuuri sits down to be interviewed for a retrospect of the career of Viktor Nikiforov. He has quite a story to tell.

Danse Macabre by @aurum-auri. Art by @bectara.

E, 110k, Complete. AU - serial killer. Warnings: Violence, Non-con. When Yuuri finds himself in the clutches of an infamous serial killer, everything he thought he knew suddenly is called into question.

By Chance One Turns by @louciferish. Art by izzyisozaki.

M, 90k, Complete, Series. Canon divergence - Kid fic. In 2011, Victor Nikiforov disappeared from the world of figure skating. Desperate to send money home, Yuuri looks for a job in the US. (...)The last thing he expects is for Victor to be the one who opens the door.

Bound by you by @kuraiofanagura. Art by @rtengu.

M, 4/5, WIP. AU - historical arranged marriage, omegaverse. Warnings: Violence. Victor was so much weaker than this omega. Because he was escorting his brother Yuri to marry the love of his life, Yuuri, the alpha prince of the land of the Red Sun.

Our Time, Gone Forever by @ajwolf84. Art (1,2) by @bowldeepfannish.

T, 5/6, WIP. AU - Archeology, time travel. It's the archeological find of the century and Viktor still can't quite believe he's a part of it.

Body of Evidence by @revampired. Art by @unicornsovermyrainbow.

E, 44k, Complete. AU - Jack the Ripper, omegaverse. Warnings: Violence. Lost and alone upon arrival in London, omega medical student Yuuri is rescued by and befriends a famous local prostitute, Victor Nikiforov.

And all pieces fall right into place by @v-katsuki. Art by @mferret9.

M, 4k, Complete. Canon divergence - after Barcelona. After the Grand Prix Final, Viktor and Yuuri go separate ways for the rest of the season. They try to make their long-distance relationship work while both prepare to win a gold medal.

Faceless by @allollipoppins. Art by @snarkonice.

T, 1/10, Hiatus. AU - Werewolf, soulmates, dystopia. Warnings: Violence. A beast roamed the streets of Hasetsu come nightfall and preyed on all whose face it looked upon. (...) A new disappearance gives Yuuri an opportunity to get to the heart of the problem, and face his own - not without consequences.

embedded in my chest (and it hurts to hold) by @theliteraryluggage. Art by @anonbaph.

M, 105k, Complete. AU - Artists are millennials, hanahaki disease. In which Yuuri falls in love, then falls apart, one petal at a time.

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by @schaladresdan. Art by @bectara.

M, 7k, Complete, Series. AU - Androids, temporary character death. In this world, androids are commonplace. At 18, people of this world can choose whether they want to be ‘transferred’ to an ‘transfer androids’ or not when their human bodies die.

you're with me (not someone else) by @iwritebetterthanispeak. Art by @mandolinearts.

G, 2k, Complete. Canon divergence - Injury. Yuuri falls on the quad flip. He and Viktor end up kissing anyway

Conventionally Yours by @songbirdsarawrites.

T, 10/11, WIP. AU - Artists. Yuuri Katsuki is fascinated by charming young artist Victor Nikiforov when he encounters him behind an artist booth at a convention. Nearly two years later, with a table of his own, Yuuri gets the chance to meet his hero.

I See the Light by black_tea_blue_pens. Art by @bectara.

T, 15k, Complete. AU - The Little Mermaid AU. Warnings: MCD. Victor is the Crown Prince of the abyss merfolk. In order to escape from his work and obligations, he makes trips searching for something. He discovers the surface and a young boy who likes to dance at the beach.

The Cost of Winning by @narcissuspseudonarcissus. Art by Diem.

M, 1/10, WIP. AU - Fairy tale curses. Warnings: Violence. Everyone on the continent of Bayuria could see the storm clouds on the horizon as they watched the King of Leroy stripping his lands of resources, and his people of their dignity.

Find me in me (Act 1) by LenaLawlipop. Art by @clarinda0110.

M, 5/6, WIP. Canon divergence - suddendly supernatural elements, character study, isolation. I was at the banquet, wasn't I? At Sochi? My head hurts a little bit. I think I need to get up and figure out what's going on. It's... probably for the best.

When We Collide by @topcatnikki. Art by @clarinda0110 .

M, 24k, Complete. Canon compliant - post series, relationship problems. Days laid in bed with their fingers twined and their lips connecting had turned into hurried kisses to the cheek as Yuuri rushed out of the door. Hours of conversation late into the night had become muttered 'goodnights' and waking up to empty beds.

Under the Midnight by @mazarin221b . Art (1, 2, 3) by @bowldeepfannish.

E, 2/5, WIP. AU - Fortune teller, magical realism. Yuuri Katsuki is a ballet teacher by day and fortune teller by night. Thing is, he is actually a real fortune teller. Into his strange little life he's built for himself walks one drunk figure skater, getting his fortune told on a dare.

Genie In The Bottle by @paintingwithwords. Art by @smolkristen.

E, 5/14, WIP, series (3). AU - Epidemiology. [Zebras among the horses followup] Things are going well for Yuuri Katsuki. But danger looms on the horizon, as it always does for someone in his line of work. When people start getting sick, Yuuri must race to find out what has been set loose... and if there's any way of stopping it.

All That We Hold of Heaven by @kazul9. Art by Purin.

T, 20k, Complete. AU - Fallen angel. Falling—the act of it, the emotion of it—means a lot of different things to different people.For Yuuri, it means everything.

Appalachian Harmony by @snarkonice. Art by @cupromantic.

Not rated, 15k, Complete. AU - Apalachian trial. Warnings: MCD. Newly sober and almost forty, Viktor Nikiforov realizes that he has to make a change. Never a fan of half-measures, he quits his job in corporate law, rents his swanky Manhattan condo to his younger cousin and takes off to hike the Appalachian Trail.

over the oaks by @owlishann. Art by @hecate-mist.

T, 27k, Complete. AU - Spacetrip, time travel. Books have always called Yuuri, ever since he was a child. So when he gets the chance to answer the call, he does, even if it implies crossing the milky way in a tiny spaceship with Victor Nikiforov —the man Yuuri has been pining after since they met— by his side.

The Truth About Agape by @kastuuki. Art by Purin.

M, 2/7, WIP. AU - Superhero, temporary charactter dead. Looking at the picture in the newspaper, the superhero is carrying Victor in the most cliché way they could ever find themselves in: a bridal carry. It has become an iconic photo and the city just ran with it. Everyone loves a good love story, even if it’s not entirely true.

Red Cuffs of Fate by @gabzjones. Art by Cerisebio.

E, 38k, Complete. AU - Crime and police, soulmates. It was his first job as detective; hunting down the ever elusive Mercury, a thief who got his kicks from simply getting away with the crime. Yuuri had gotten close. Really close. And then he noticed the mark of the soulmate bond on his hand.

strange as angels by astudyinrose. Art by @bullsfish.

M, 1/?, WIP. AU - Just like Heaven AU, apparent MCD. Yuuri has a traumatic fall, and he's absent from the rest of the series. After Victor's fifth straight title at Worlds he feels strangely despondent, so he decides to leave St. Petersburg. The first night in his new apartment, he's haunted by the ghost of a beautiful Japanese man he's never met before.

The Brightness of Gold and Silver by @katineto. Art by @theliteraryluggage.

M, 7/16, WIP. AU - Royal, medieval monastery, omegaverse. After the death of his husband the king, Viktor—childless and powerless—finds himself relegated to a small convent far removed from the royal court and its political games. As he struggles to adapt to convent life, he begins to notice how desperately he desires one brother's compabullsny—even to the point of sin.

Drag Your Soul to Shore by LinneaKou. Art by @anonbaph.

M, 36k, Complete. Canon divergence - supernatural, curses. Just before Katsuki Yuuri advances to his first-ever Grand Prix Final, the skating world is sent reeling when a stranger destroys Viktor Nikiforov’s life in more ways than one, resulting in him being banned from competing and gaining the hatred of everyone he knows.

Trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday by @briapia95. Art by @dyeingdoll.

T, 1/?, WIP. AU - Kyoukai no Kanata AU. The youmu stops and Viktor, vision blurred and confused, notices something he never thought he would see again. A sword, slightly curved to the back, red, and clearly made of blood is emerging from the youmu’s front. He knows who that kind of power belongs to, but he can’t bring himself to believe.

To Love And To Honour (Esp version) by Midnight_Luna. Art by @caramel-draws.

T, 1/?, WIP. Canon compliant - Disney's Coco AU. Warnings: MCD. On the day of the Obon, Hikari Katsuki'll have to embark on a journey without precedent to the Land of the Dead, uncover the secrets that shattered her little family and find the real reason why her father never let her go near a skating rink.

When You Really, Really Miss Me by @cleverlittleradiator. Art by @caramel-draws.

M, 2/4, WIP. Canon compliant. Warnings: MCD. In which Yuuri dies, Viktor lives, and he's not the only one left to deal with the aftermath.

Sing to me like steel by @ravensmores. Art by @impatvish.

E, 2/2, Complete. AU - Hospital.

“I just know I’d hate myself even more if I didn’t tell you.” Victor’s voice is surprisingly hesitant as he wipes his face, hand still resting softly in Yuuri’s. “If- if I didn’t ask if there was still a chance.”

“You killed people Victor.”

Pleurosis by @kingfisherunion. Art by @rettlecake.

T, 1/?, WIP. AU - Hanahaki.

Viktor doesn't take Yuuri up on his offer at the Sochi banquet, but someone else does. Depersonalized, depressed, and doubting that he'll make it through another season of marketing himself to an uncaring public, Viktor finds himself ill at Worlds, and nothing he does seems to help. When Yakov takes on a new skater, Viktor's health takes a turn for the worse and he's suddenly faced with a dire choice.

Whiskey Lullaby by @justrae2010. Art by Andi.

E, 8k, Complete. Warnings: MCD.

The divorce papers had come through a month later. Yuuri didn’t come back.

Victor needed a drink.

#viktuuri angst bang #viktuuri angst bang 2019 #Yuri on Ice #YoI #YoI events

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raeofalbion · 4 years

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WIP Game

Tagged by: @salexectria

Sorry this took so long! I’m going to leave out everything with “unnamed” or just…really completely incomprehensible as a title and divide it up the way it’s divided in my files. I don’t have everything organised so a lot’s missing from this list. -shrugs- I’m only doing fanfics to save space, which… LOL This is still going to take a while…

The rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Followers can send an ask with the title that most intrigues or interests them in exchange for a snippet or info about it.

Tagging: @leafenclaw @jamlocked @like-the-direction @hunnislutt @antoncrane @cake-warlock @the-hero-queen-of-albion @rebeldynasty @acapelladitty

Oneshots:

Allhallowtide – Babs & Eddie (Batman: Arkham)

Clean (Fable: Legends)

Common Courtesy (Fable: Legends)

DAI short (Dragon Age)

DBG oneshot (Prof. Moriarty series)

Deep Blue (Fable II)

Five (BBC Sherlock)

Goodnight (Darkside)

Hands J/S (BBC Sherlock)

mistakes were made (Fable II / Fable III)

Old Kingdom thing (Fable)

Oneirophobia (Fable III)

psychopomp Jim thing (BBC Sherlock)

Reaver & Sparrow get into a brawl (Fable II)

Reset (BBC Sherlock)

Seb thing (BBC Sherlock)

Sheriarty angel & demon au (BBC Sherlock)

Sheriarty angst again (BBC Sherlock)

SHJM WIP Letter writing for emotionally repressed detectives (BBC Sherlock)

Sídhe (BBC Sherlock)

Three (BBC Sherlock)

Torn Seams – Babs & Eddie

Prompts:

1 Corinthians 15 – idk what I’m doing with my life anymore (BBC Sherlock)

Far Beyond The Walls They Come – post-Spire Sparrow prompt (Fable II)

Jim POV romance thing (BBC Sherlock)

Kiss Prompt – a kiss that shouldn’t have happened – Reaver/HoBW (Fable III)

Kiss Prompt – we’re actually being kinda silly for once kiss – Reaver/HoBW (Fable III)

Kiss Prompt – we’re actually being kinda silly for once kiss – sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Moment in time prompt – Logan v (Fable III)

Moment in time prompt – William Black v (Fable)

Nonsexual Intimacy Prompt 1 – finding the other wearing their clothes (Fable III)

Nonsexual Intimacy Prompt 5 – reacting to the other one crying about something (Batman)

Nonsexual Intimacy Prompt 6 – slow dancing (Fable III)

Nonsexual Intimacy Prompt 7 – back scratches, shoulder rubs (Batman)

Nonsexual Intimacy Prompt 9 – patching up a wound (BBC Sherlock)

Pierce & Humphrey prompt (Fable III)

POY Sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Pre-Holmsesian canon TRF (BBC Sherlock)

Rare Word Prompts – Anagapesis – Sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Rare Word Prompts – Anagapesis - re John (BBC Sherlock)

Rare Word Prompts – Cafune – Reaver/HoBW (Fable III)

Rare Word Prompts – Trepverter – Sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Sheriarty pwp (BBC Sherlock)

The Nature of Flowers – Deep Water Prompts 1178 – we planted her heart in the ground and watered it daily

things you said minific prompt – momma (BBC Sherlock)

things you said minific prompt – Prongs (Fable III)

To Write (this is literally just a list of prompts I haven’t started)

Unusual Inheritance Prompt – you died and left me a haunted house – sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Unusual Inheritance Prompt – you died and left me a haunted house – Sparrow & HoBW (Fable III)

World Swap Prompt – Fable & Sherlock (Fable III, BBC Sherlock)

Long fics:

( smile ) (BBC Sherlock)

241a. (Fable II)

65118 Blackbird Way (Batman)

Asylum (Fable II)

Black As Night (Fable II / Fable III)

Bloodwrit (Darkside)

Bowerstone Boarding School for Exceptional Young People (all the Fable)

Decopunk ScRiddler thing (Batman: Arkham)

Demon Door FII AU (Fable II)

DS x S Crimson Stone rewrite (Darkside, BBC Sherlock)

Fable ghost&mrsmuir decopunk-noir AU (Fable III)

Fable noir AU (Fable III)

Fable Pirate AU (all the Fable)

FL Steampunk AU wtf do I name this (Fable: Legends)

Gothic Horror AU (BBC Sherlock)

HZDxF4 (Horizon: Zero Dawn, Fallout 4)

In The Darkness and Howling (BBC Sherlock)

Jim is Sherlock’s flatmate v1 (BBC Sherlock)

Kurland-esque post TRF (BBC Sherlock)

music AU (Fable II)

Nevermore (Fable)

NG+ (Forbidden Game)

Non Compos Mentis (BBC Sherlock)

Observer Log – INTL – 9145 (BBC Sherlock, Horizon: Zero Dawn)

Roadtrip AU (Fable III)

Rowan fic (Fable III)

Sherlock Christmas fic (BBC Sherlock)

SPECIAL (Fallout 4)

Switched pt 2 (Death Note)

TAB-verse/fae Jim fic (BBC Sherlock)

The Archon’s Folly (Fable III, Death Note)

The Blind Baker (BBC Sherlock)

The Devil’s Playground (Fable III)

The Prisoner (Fable II – Fable III)

The Sparrow’s Rest (Fable III)

Twisted Vision (Fable II)

Under the Arbor Blessing (Dragon Age)

Viral (Kuroshitsuji)

Writer AU (BBC Sherlock)

Series:

A Crown of Falling Leaves (all the Fable – A Court of Ice and Shadows series)

A Labyrinth of Frost and Illusion (all the Fable – A Court of Ice and Shadows series)

Sherlock Noir AU pt 1 (BBC Sherlock)

Sherlock Noir AU pt 2 (BBC Sherlock)

Sherlock Noir AU pt 3 (BBC Sherlock)

Sherlock Noir AU pt 4 (BBC Sherlock)

Sherlock Noir AU pt 5 (BBC Sherlock)

Sherlock Noir AU pt 6 (BBC Sherlock)

Shattered Albion – Do Automatons Dream of Steam-Powered Sheep? (Fable III)

Shattered Albion – Shattered Memories (Fable II – Fable III)

Shattered Albion – The Black Court (Fable III)

Shattered Albion – The Void Queen (Fable III)

#there's so many little random snips I have hidden around from...idk what even fics they'll be for #I also have a ridiculous amount of WIPs in non WIP folders so who the hell knows what else should be on here #my writing files make 0 sense to anyone but me LOL #not even me tbh #just throw the whole writer into the bin LOL #ANYWAY yeah I'll answer asks if anyone wants to do that part but no pressur #very long post

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kamilah-the-bloodqueen · 4 years

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Mafia (Part IV/ I’m still indecisive)

Notes: I started chapter V over so it’ll take some time to get the next chapter out. I know it’s a fairly short chapter, so I do apologize for that. Make no mistake, there’s going to be a lot of curveballs coming through. 😉 I Hope you guys like it cuz I had a LOT of fun writing this chapter. My tags aren’t working either so I’m hoping that this doesn’t flop but also try not to focus on notes. Anyways I want feedback! :)

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Johnson)

Warnings: Violence, Language

Tags: @mrskamilxh @supersphynxsworld @made-me-deep-blue @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens @scarlet-letter-a0114 @uselesslesbianfr @kamilah-sayeed-let-me-love-you (If you want a tag just let me know)

Part I Part II Part III

“I’m surprised you behaved, well, I’m more shocked that you didn’t get yourself shot with that mouth of yours.” Kamilah held the gun to Amy’s back again, guiding her to a different room in a different base.

“So which super secret mafia hideout are we having a sleepover in this week?” Amy said playfully. Kamilah huffed and rolled her eyes, shoving the barrel of the gun into Amy’s back to keep her moving. She swayed her hips which grabbed the attention of the male mafia members who were loading and unloading cargo.

“Well, I know that ninety-nine percent of that cargo is illegal.” Amy rolled her eyes, she walked down the hallway, taking in how nice this place was in comparison to the last location. The walls were painted, the tile on the floor wasn’t shattered and broken. Amy took a deep breath as she opened the door to the room at the end of the hall.

“Are we still in New York?” Amy asked, she walked around the room examining the vast array of jewels on display.

“We are in the state of New York.” Kamilah replied as she removed her blazer from her shoulders. Amy could see how tense Kamilah was, she wondered why.

“Ah,” Amy sighed and flopped on the floor, disregarding the expensive suit she had on, “I’m exhausted. Can you chain me up and let me sleep?” Amy groaned.

Kamilah stood up and grabbed something new, it looked like a wristband but with a black screen attached. Kamilah reached for Amy’s wrist, but Amy pulled her wrist away.

“I’m fine with handcuffs, I’m not letting you put that on me unless you tell me what it is first.” Amy sat up, she fiddled with her hands.

“It’s a tracker, I’m not going to handcuff you but I can’t let you run rampant either. It’ll blend in.” Kamilah held out the tracker.

“What’s the catch?” Amy met Kamilahs eyes, her eyes were softer than they usually were.

“It can only be taken off by a specific tool, otherwise it shocks you. If you try to take it off you’ll get a mild shock.” Kamilah handed it to Amy, who hesitated. “If you don’t wear it you’ll be sleeping tied to a chair.”

“I’d rather have the chair. I’m not wearing that.” Amy huffed, standing up and maneuvering her hands so Kamilah could handcuff her.

“So be it.” Kamilah bound her hands and tied her to a chair, locking the legs of the chair into the metal plates engraved in the floor of the room. Amy sat quietly, her head falling back onto the wall, her breathing slow. Amy refused to fall into a deep sleep, she let herself close her eyes, just to restore some energy in the scenario where she’d have to make a run for it.

Kamilah sat at the other end of the room, adjusting her clothes and checking her weapons. She glanced over and saw Amy “sleeping” peacefully, she narrowed her eyes as that feeling in her stomach returned. She saw the bruises on her face, the bruises she had inflicted. She sat herself on the couch, and opened Keeping You A Secret. She sat quietly until Amy's voice called out.

“I didn’t take you for a book person” Amy leaned forward trying to read the title of the book. Kamilah stood up and pulled a chair in front of Amy, showing her the cover.

“Ah. Keeping You A Secret. I’ve always wanted to read it but I never got around to it.” Amy sighed as Kamilah turned the pages back towards herself. Amy let out a shaky breath, her eyes searching for Kamilahs. “Would you-would you mind reading it to me? If I’m going to be held hostage forever I might as well read, and it’ll keep me quiet until you kill me…” Kamilah looked up from the book, marking her spot about 3 pages in.

“If I read this to you, you have to stop giving me that smartass mouth of yours and you’re going to have to start cooperating.” Kamilah sighed. She met Amy's eyes, she felt her heart flutter so she turned away, turning to the start of the book once more. “Deal?”

“I cooperated today, that’s the most cooperation you’ll get, I won’t cause problems but I won’t make everything easy either. The smartass mouth part is off the table, that’s simply who I am. It’s not my fault you chose to hold me hostage.” Amy rolled her eyes, but the grin on her face said otherwise. Kamilah thought to herself, finally giving into the simple request.

Kamilah read, her voice had lost the coldness it carried. Her posture was calm and relaxed. Amy watched Kamilah as she read, the way her eyes flickered with each page turn, how her fingertips gently turned the pages. Amy felt her heart jump, wishing she wasn’t in this position, a small part of her wishing she wasn’t a detective.

Kamilah felt Amy’s eyes on her as she read, she spoke softly, not wanting to intimidate Amy after coming to a semi-peacefully compromise. Kamilah read for about an hour before checking the time.

“It’s late, we should get some rest.” Kamilah went to mark the page but Amy interrupted.

“Who is that?”

“Who is who?”

“On the bookmark. There’s a person.” Amy tilted her head towards the photograph in Kamilahs hand.

“Oh. That’s-” Kamilah shook her head, as if she was realizing the situation once more. “Just get some sleep.” She stood up, placed the book on the table, grabbed a pillow from the cabinet, she placed it between the chair and Amy’s head, creating a soft headrest. She walked away and made herself comfortable on the couch. She sat up and clicked the remote to turn the lights off.

“Thank you and Goodnight Kamilah.” Amy mumbled softly before throwing her head back against the pillow, a small smile resting on her face. After a moment Kamilah smiled before whispering softly.

“Goodnight Amy.”

#kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #mc x kamilah #I dont know when I'll post part V #Im super slammed with schoolwork #Tell me what you think #kamilah the bloodqueen post

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gwynposting · 4 years

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All Along the Watchtower (Ch. 1)

This story takes place after the “All Along the Watchtower” ending of Cyberpunk 2077, so spoilers ahead.

NSFW fic, but not centered on smut.

If you prefer reading on AO3, click here.

Silence hung over the camp, draped upon the nomads like dewed grass on a summer morning - naught but the gentle sound of air rustling through the bushes disturbed the encampment. The merry sounds of laughter and companionship drifting ever so slowly over the evening, fading away as one by one the members of the Aldecados said their farewells and returned to the seclusion of their tents.

V stood on the porch to her makeshift abode, leaning against a metal railing that had seen far too many summers, slowly weathered down through corrosive sandstorms. She felt the cold metal of a small container in her hands, running her fingers along the ornaments that adorned it. V gave a practiced flick, unlatching the cigarette case and allowing it to unfold. A few of Evelyn’s original cigarettes still remained. On more than one occasion, V had eyed those nicotine sticks, overwhelmed with the stresses of Night City that seemed to perpetually weigh down on her. Though, she wasn’t sure if that was her or Johnny that constantly itched for their chemical release. But she always felt like she couldn’t disturb them, in a way. Whether it was for hers or Judy’s sake, she didn’t really know. She would only pass Judy along the occasional smoke when she asked.

The creaking whine of buckling metal sheets prodded the gentle serenity of the cloudless night awake. V need not even turn her head before a knowing warmth crept about her waist, pulling her close, allowing her entire backside to be pulled into Judy’s caress. The sudden heat of Judy’s breath passing along her ear and neck sent a wave of ease through V. The muscles she had not even realized were taught began to slacken and the pestering thoughts that clouded her mind cleared.

Neither of the pair were quite sure how long they stood there, nor did they care. They were both free, truly free. Free of the accursed city that had claimed so many of their loved ones, the corruption and greed and hatred consuming them all. For the first time, they felt complete.

Judy’s voice, dancing soft whispers against V’s ears, sent shivers to her core, “I still never get used to how different the sky is all the way out here.” V followed Judy’s gaze upwards to the night sky.

“Looking up at it, I just get the overwhelming feeling to lie on our roof and get lost in the cosmos with you in my arms, wasting our nights away,” V mused, nuzzling her cheek against Judy’s.

“Makin’ up for lost time eh?” Judy joked.

“Something like that,” V muttered back, a smile across her lips. “It still blows my mind that something this amazing has eluded me my entire life.”

“Didja not get much starlight before you dove into Night City?” Judy questioned.

“Nah,” V replied, “the light pollution from NC was too intense, even out where the Nomads set up. Best we could see were the major stars and constellations,” she paused, “on a clear day, at least.”

“Makes me feel special,” Judy floated back, “to experience it all. Together.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” V replied.

The pair stood by each others’ sides, pointing out particularly pretty stars or interesting shapes in the night sky. Each sparkling speck was given its own little personality and ecosystem, and they giggled and laughed at all the crazy alternate worlds that could possibly exist out there in the vast expanse of space.

“Hey, you see that big cluster of stuff right there?” V pointed to a particularly dense region of what she assumed were stars, “what do you think their story is?”

But her only response was the telltale slump of a Judy succumbing to the vestiges of exhaustion. Judy gingerly tugged the material of V’s long sleeve shirt, a silent request that V met. “Of course, hun,” V met Judy’s drooped eyes, half lidded, half clinging to the presence of her partner. Without another word, V placed a hand upon Judy’s back, and one in the cradle of her knees, scooping her up in a careful embrace. Judy’s fingers found purchase in V’s shirt, not so much for support, but to just feel more of this overwhelming being that she was blessed to have in her life.

Just as easily as she’d been picked up, Judy was placed down in bed. Each moment’s pass, Judy could feel the sleep take root, with every breath she felt herself sink lower and lower into comforting sleep, the soothing gaze of V’s eyes the only thing keeping her afloat. She looked up expectantly as V slid in beside her, bringing up their blankets to enclose them both. Judy could feel her guards slipping once more, overridden by the warmth of V’s presence.

“I…” she felt herself hesitating for the first time that night. Something caught her breath, her chest refused to give life to the words that wrestled within her heart. But before she could resolve the tension, V silenced her with pillowy lips, “Goodnight, Judy.”

***

Vulnerability, trust.

It was difficult to get used to the feeling again after everything fell apart the first time. To be trusted, to trust. To open yourself up to someone and have them share every piece of themselves with you. A piece of V died that day, when the Arasoka tower job fell through. She had never realized how much she had needed that closeness, how much she had missed it, until she began falling for Judy. The relic gave her a good distraction to ignore the incessant despair and loneliness. Every day she would wake up in one of the most populous cities on earth yet experience such soul-crushing isolation. It gave her a task to do, it was a matter of life and death. Nothing else mattered besides tracking down Hellman, or Hanako, or Evelyn. But her time with Judy cracked that facade.

And in her time in the Badlands helping the Aldecados, she couldn’t help feel jealous at times. The gnawing vice of self-doubt and isolation constantly weighed on her when she saw their family, albeit dysfunctional at times, together. Every night she would go to sleep questioning her own decision to leave her tribe, beaten back by the guilt of ‘losing’ the loved ones she’s made in Night City had she never made the journey.

Even now, as Judy lay next to her, wrapped up in her arms, she couldn’t help the fleeting thoughts that pinged the back of her head - someone close to you meant vulnerability, someone the bastards can take from you, or get to you through, someone for you to lose once more. It was a viscous feeling to wrestle with - live a miserable life of isolation yet remain safe from traumatic loss? Or open yourself to someone dear to you, but risk losing everything once more and fall even further into the black pit of despair that Night City lays out before you. Or even worse, lose yourself and leave them behind to suffer that miserable fate.

But even still, the thoughts were just that, fleeting. She did not care to entertain the thought of living life on the road without Judy, or anyone for that matter. She considered herself the luckiest person in Night City that she happened to be paired with Jackie Welles that fateful job, and now she considered herself infinitely more so now that she felt like she had a true family again, even if it meant dealing with Deshawn and Arasaka in the process. The loss of good people like Jackie, Saul, or Evelyn weighed down heavily upon V, but the lucky part about family is that they’re always going to be there to help share the burden.

V carefully ran each finger of her lover through her own. If she were still, V could detect the faint beat of Judy’s heart pumping blood to her finger tip, the rhythmic thump like a faint echo.

“I wish we could stay like this all day,” Judy called out softly, her voice laced with the gravely undertones of a night-owl caught in the morning.

V brought her lips against the bare shoulder before her, lingering, not wanting to break contact. “Hope I didn’t disturb your beauty sleep,” she said with similar exhaustion.

“Oh no, I’m a beut 24/7,” Judy instead took V’s hand in hers, bringing them to her lips and placing a kiss upon them.

“Oh yeah?” V’s lips curled up into a smile, “must explain why I can’t keep my hands off you.”

Judy lifted V’s arm up, just enough to allow her to maneuver, before flipping over to face V. Once again, she was caught off guard by her beauty, and it sent butterflies through her core merely gazing up into the half-lidded eyes of her lover. The feeling amplified as V brought a hand to her forehead, brushing aside the bedtime mess of a hairdo behind her ear.

“Y’know,” Judy began, “a little birdy told me it’s someone’s birthday.”

V rose an inquisitive eyebrow, “Oh yeah? And who’s that.”

Judy looked up at her with innocent eyes, “Oh, Misty and I have been talking lately~”

“Misty eh, she knows how much I don’t like to celebrate it. You haven’t been getting any ideas in that pretty head of yours have you?”

Judy looked off to the side, a cheeky grin on her face, “before I say anything else, I’d like to formally implicate Panam as well.”

“Tsk tsk, already placing blame. What am I going to do with you,” V said, climbing on top of Judy, pinning her arms to either side. Her hair fell gracefully over her face.

“Do what you must,” Judy said in a dramatic voice, “I have already won.”

“Later,” V closed the distance and placed a tender kiss on Judy’s lips, “let’s go and grab some breakfast mm?”

“Aww, you’re no fun,” Judy whined.

“I said later, not never,” V smirked, “c’mon.”

***

A dry heat radiated out from the fire pit, a bastion of warmth pushing against the encroaching cool of the desert evening. The mood was quiet, disturbed only by the crackling of wood and the melodious strings of the guitar. The familiar weight of Judy’s head rested upon V’s shoulders. Judy closed her eyes and listened closely, her ear pressed against V’s skin, to feel the soothing rumble of V’s hummed melody. Together they swayed, it had been a perfect day for V, a day with family.

She saw Panam get up and move next to her, a glowing smile upon her face. “Now I know you don’t like doing stuff for your birthday, but we all wanted to give you something. As thanks for being such an important part of our family.”

“Ah jeez, I don’t know what to say,” V replied with a nervous chuckle.

“It was Judy’s idea, I just sort-of ran with it.” Panam smirked.

“Sounds about right,” V chuckled.

Panam reached back into her pocket and pulled out a small shard, thrusting it forward.

“What’s this?” V questioned, reaching out and taking it.

“You’ll see,” Panam replied.

V placed the chip in her slot and the files began uploading.

She felt Judy take her right hand in hers. The chip displayed an image - no, a video. Viktor. Working in his shop.

“Hey V!” his familiar voice filled her ears, as if she were standing right there next to him. “How’s life out there in the desert? You gettin’ some sun, some fresh air in those lungs? Don’t forget to get yourself a checkup every once and a while. Any dust or dirt gets under that insulation, you’re done. ‘Course, decent ripper’s harder to find out there than a four-star hotel. So actually - how ‘bout you just stop by when you’re back in the city, hm? Think I could swing a little discount for an old regular like you… ‘Till next time V.”

V hadn’t realized until after his message came to a close that she was already bawling - tears streaming down her face, clutching Judy’s hand tightly. God, she had missed Viktor. He had been there for her every single step of the way, through all the good but especially all the bad. She chuckled through shaky breath, that’s just the kind of message bashful ol’ Vik would send too.

But soon after the message closed, another appeared. It was Mama Welles. Then after her, Mitch, then Judy, then Misty. All people who had been so influential in her struggles through Night City. As Misty’s message, proclaiming a wonderful life ahead, came to a close, V was a complete mess. Her friends held her close, Panam leaning on her left shoulder and Judy her right. They gave her time to work through all the complex emotions she was going through. “I’m so lucky,” she stuttered through her breaths, “to have all of you.”

“Nah V,” came Judy’s smooth voice, “we’re lucky to have you .” She kissed V’s cheek and whispered, “Happy birthday babe.”

“Thanks, Judy. Thanks Panam, just…” she paused, “thank you every single one of you,” she looked around the bonfire circle at the other Aldecados.

And there Judy and V sat, letting the bonfire slowly wane over the hour as the others slowly began to return to their tents for a night’s sleep. Not a word was said, they didn’t need to. It wasn’t until the dying light of the fire dwindled to gentle cinders in ash did V finally break the silence, “I couldn’t have asked for a better gift.”

“I know,” Judy replied, “nothing better than family.” She allowed the silence to linger, “Though, I did have one more thing. From me to you.”

“Judy,” V whined, “you’ve already done so much for me today, you really didn’t need to.”

“Hush now,” Judy shushed, removing herself from V’s shoulder and standing up, holding V’s hand. “Come with me.”

V stood, her legs aching from inaction, and followed Judy’s lead back to their room. It was dimly lit, with colorful mood lights giving her eyes a gentle embrace. V knew where this was going, “Don’t remember seeing a bow wrapped around you.”

Judy let out a little chuckle, “Pssh. Later.” She pointed to the bed, “Sit, I got something for you.”

V obediently did as she was told, taking off her boots and tossing them to the side, getting comfortable. “You know how in my message, just then, I was talking about how I’m bad talking about my feelings?”

“Yeah..” V said.

“Well, after I recorded that, I came up with something that maybe can help you understand. It seems so obvious lookin’ back.”

V tilted her head in curiosity, before Judy pulled out the braindance headset. Then, it clicked.

“I uh, went and scrolled something for you. I went through to make sure nothing went wrong with the recording, but I didn’t edit anything. So, what’s in there is what’s in here,” she poked at her chest.

“Judy… I don’t know what to say,” V said.

“Heh. Apparently neither did I, which is why I wanted to do this.” Judy sat herself besides V and handed her the headset. “I’ll be here the entire time, if you want to do this.”

“Of course, Judy. This means so much to me.” V put the headset on and leaned back on the mattress as Judy looked over her. When she looked up at Judy, she noticed some of the classic tells she gave off when she was nervous - her bottom lip caught between her teeth, the rhythmic tap of her foot, a hand continuously sweeping through her hair. V outstretched a hand to Judy, who readily took it in her own.

V started up the BD, and instantly the lights began their sequence, whisking her away.

She was a bit disoriented, but she felt something very familiar to what she had before. She was in bed, warmth clutching her, surrounding her. She felt the light tickle of breath against the nape of her neck. But it ran deeper than that, it was more than physical. She felt things, familiar, but different. She felt… free. Safe. Loved. Like she would be protected from every problem in the world, as if she had finally escaped the tangled and matted web that controlled her for so long. And then she turned around.

And she saw V, and her heart fluttered. Her breath hitched, her pulse quickened. She caught the bottom of her lip between her teeth. It was as if she fell in love again each time she looked upon V’s face, her face. She felt a thousand different emotions at once, part of her wanted to jump V’s bones, and the other simply wanted to gaze upon her striking features for hours.

This moment was perfect. She was perfect, and she didn’t want to ever let go.

And then, it was over. V felt herself come out of the trance. She was back in her own shoes, a bit disoriented. Judy was looking down upon her, nervous as ever, grasping her hand.

V removed the headset and surged forward, embracing Judy in a passionate kiss.

“I love you,” Judy whispered, a pleading request.

“I fucking love you too,” V replied, taking Judy once more. Judy was hers, and she was Judy’s. Their lips were like fire, emblazoned with passion. Each kiss along each others’ lips and jaw leaving smouldering marks of love. They breathed and moaned out as they found purchase upon one another as hands began to roam across each others’ bodies. Nothing could fulfill the desire each other felt, so they grasped and clutched for more and more .

Without breaking their kiss, V scooped Judy up and placed her down on the bed, straddling her. Judy instantly wrapped her legs around V and brought her close. V leaned in and found the crook of Judy’s neck. Judy moaned out and held V there, urging her to never let go. But V had other plans, unclasping the straps over Judy’s favorite suspenders and rolling them off. Then followed her shirt straps, slowly unfurling until Judy’s chest lay bare, her excitement visible. Judy looked up to V, pleading with her eyes.

“God,” V muttered under her breath, “you’re so fucking hot.”

Judy’s flustered smile turned into a gasp as V took a nipple in her mouth, her fingers capturing the other. Judy shot a hand through V’s hair, more as a handhold than a guiding hand. V would be taking the reins for now, and Judy would be putty in her hands. Each soft mewling and gasp for air sent electricity through V’s core. She wanted more.

Every inch she descended down brought more sounds prowling out of Judy. As she reached the end of Judy’s expanse, where skin met clothing once more, she looked up to Judy. She was going to get her way.

She was met with a wordless request for more - Judy’s face was lined with desperation. But V wanted to hear how much she needed it, how much she wanted to be taken then and there. A wordless response was given to a silent request, as V looked up with a knowing smirk and raised eyebrow.

“Please,” was all Judy could muster, drawn out with longing.

“We both know you can do better than that, babe.”

“God V, fucking please.” Judy cried out as V teased a passing hand over her crotch.

“Good girl,” V cooed. She carefully unfurled Judy’s overalls, bit by bit exposing Judy’s tender skin to the air, revealing goosebumps.

V lazily placed kisses along each inch of skin. As she reached Judy’s pelvis, she began to feel the excitement and needy response as Judy began to push into V to get more than V’s oh-so-gentle contact. But V saw it fit to torture the poor women.

V had to hold herself back from going straight for Judy’s sex. As much as she wanted it, right now she wanted to see Judy become unraveled under her, to watch her become needy and desperate for release. Instead, V began to work around Judy’s inner thighs, oh so cheekily dancing around the throbbing wetness. The eruption of eager moans were music to her ears as she continued. But she didn’t stop there, V began to move away and travel further down.

“Nooo,” Judy whimpered, reaching out after V’s descending head, finding nothing.

“Oh?” V cooed with a knowing smile, “is there something you needed?”

“Fuck, V,” Judy vented.

“Well yes, that’s the idea.”

“ Please ,” Judy responded more forcefully than the last time, “I need this. Please.”

“Now how can I say no to that,” V quickly returned back and began rolling down Judy’s pair of cotton panties, no longer wanting to waste any more time on teasing or foreplay. With them finally loose and discarded, V placed a loving kiss at the sole of Judy’s feet before returning.

V brought her tongue along Judy’s sex. Judy gasped out and immediately found purchase within V’s soft locks. V sent shockwaves through Judy’s body with each brushing pass of her tongue over Judy’s clit. Judy’s toes crinkled and unfurled as she tried to comprehend the pleasure coursing through her body, her legs writhed left and right. With every second she desired more, needed more. Her motions began to reflect the base hunger that surged through her as she began to grind back into V’s waiting maw.

Judy’s rut continued until she felt herself reach the tipping point, and her entire body flexed and ached as she came unraveled, her hips arching up, seeking every single ounce of pressure possible against V’s deft tongue. V eased Judy through her through her orgasm, letting her partner use her almost as a toy, letting her grind and push against her as her body convulsed.

Soon after, Judy began to relax and collapsed back onto the mattress. Beads of sweat lined her body, slowly rising and falling to the tune of her slowing breath. She brought a hand and swept it through the hair that had begun sticking to her forehead. She looked down to a smiling V.

“I will never get tired of seeing that,” V cooed, running a hand along her messy jawline, wiping it dry, before crawling up Judy’s exhausted body and looking her in the eyes. Judy bridged the distance and immediately pressed her lips against V’s. The two embraced for what felt like hours, allowing the emotional high last for as long as possible until their kiss became slow and methodical. Judy accented their embrace as she caught V’s bottom lip in her teeth, before slowly moving away. V let out a small whimper, attempting to follow Judy’s retreat, but she was pushed back up by Judy’s hand.

“Time for the birthday girl to get some love, hmm?” Judy smirked. With a smooth motion, she rotated them both so that Judy was on top. “I think you’re a little overdressed,” she smirked. Judy began by stripping V’s shirt, and gave her left nipple a small love bite before traversing down to her skintight pants.

“What have we here,” Judy cooed as she pressed a hand against the prominent bulge of V’s cock, aching against the straining fabric, “it feels so angry~”

“It’s cause you were such a tease today,” V gasped, thinking back to the sneaky flashes and glancing touches Judy subjected her to throughout the day.

“Revenge for this morning,” Judy replied smoothly. But now was no time for prolonged torture, they both knew what they needed. Judy deftly unzipped V’s jeans, and helped her shimmy out of their tight embrace.

V’s cock stood rigid at attention, pulsing with need and want. Normally Judy would like to have spent a good while making V desperate for her before finally giving in, but neither of them could stand to wait a single second more. Judy carefully straddled V’s hip and aligned her cock before making her descent. Both exhaled deep, low growls as Judy sheathed herself to the hilt.

V’s hands began to roam across Judy’s hips, letting her fingers squeeze down and grab, making slow pushes and pulls that sent electricity through her cock. Judy gently collapsed on V and took her lips against hers once more. Together they maintained a slow and steady grind, their passionate kiss only to be interrupted by sudden moans and gasps of pleasure, as each brought the other closer and closer to the edge.

With each slow thrust, they began to get increasingly impatient, as each began to feel the edge draw near. V’s hips became less and less disciplined and Judy responded in turn. Their rhythm became disjointed and out of sync, fueled by sheer desperation, until Judy pushed down one last time and came undone. She gasped and her entire body tensed up, bringing V along with her. Together they unraveled, sweeping each other in their arms and bracing themselves through the electricity that seemed to pass through each others’ bodies. Judy moans were muffled in the crook of V’s neck as V deposited her seed with short but powerful thrusts.

They remained in each other's embrace, their skin flushed red and their hearts racing. V could not help the tears that formed in her eyes. Before she could blink or swipe them away, Judy noticed and looked down with worry. V closed her eyes and shook her head with a smile on her face, understanding the worry in Judy’s eyes. “I’m okay, Judy. I just fucking love you, is all.”

Judy let out a silent laugh, a light-hearted exhale of relief, “I love you, V,” she said, before leaning down once more to press her lips against V’s.

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Distant Connection - 6/11

Pairing: Bucky x Harmonia (OC) Warnings: mentions of wicca/witchcraft, mention of parents death, gossiping about main character Summary: After an unknown group of goons took her mom’s life and tried to get her for the dark magic powers she possesses, this untaught witch is saved by the Avengers and brought to the compound where her new life unfolds.

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“Book of Shadows” was standing on the little notebook she had taken out of her backpack. She opened it and went through it bit by bit. Astrology, Elements, Crystals, Tarot, Herbs, Spells, Witchcraft. She took a marker and started writing “Dark Magic” and started documenting all the things she had already figured out and trained. It was late at night and she wasn’t really tired and half of the team was on a mission. The perfect evening for some self-care and journaling. It was raining outside and the rain kept making little sounds against her window every time the winds changed. The compound was silent except for some white noise and a few footsteps here and there.

After writing everything off of her soul and also making a little journal entry, she flipped through her collection of notebooks that she had taken with her when the team rescued her. She packed quickly so there was only some clothing, electronics, and her memory box that she took with her. It was full of little pictures, articles, notebooks, and hard drives. This was what she would save in a fire together with her phone and documents. Griefing the tragic death of her mother became easier with these little things and she cried less than before. She accepted it, she couldn’t change it anymore and wanted to cherish what she still had left of it. “You miss your old life.” A voice came from the entryway and out of panic she created a defense wall in milliseconds but it didn’t have an effect on the person standing there. “Sorry for scaring you, Harmony.” Vision now said understanding he should’ve made himself more audible beforehand. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, I just was so deep into reading that you just…” She tried to explain. “And do you miss it? Your old life?” He asks genuinely interested. “It’s not really the life that I miss. Just my mom.” Her voice was laced with sadness. He sat down beside her trying to show her that he was there for her. “Grief is profound. But it gets better, right? You feel more calm about it than a few weeks ago.” He analyzed the situation. “Yes. It helps to remember the good moments with her or writing about my emotions. Why are you here tho?” She was okay with being open about it but she also was confused as to why he was here now. “I never met someone with your personality. It’s fascinating. And I thought you wouldn’t mind some company because the people close to you are gone right now. Do you want me to leave?” He asked concerned. “No. I just wanted to know your intentions. It’s...I don’t speak to a synthetic person with an infinity stone in their head every day,” she said a little shy. “I don’t understand the interaction of emotions completely all the time but I think I’ve already learned a great deal of what it’s like to be like you. Always happy to talk. Wanda is very similar to you in some ways and I feel like I might be of help sooner or later if you need to talk.” He explained himself further. “I appreciate that. Very empathetic of you to be honest but right now I don’t really have a lot of thoughts building up in my brain that I wanna share. Any other ideas what to do?” She answered honestly. “I like cooking a lot. Should we...make a late-night snack?” His face lit up a bit. “Sure. Pancakes? I just love pancakes a lot,” he answered instantly with a smile.

Having humorous conversations with Vision was the last thing she expected but because he knew so much about humanity and media it was actually great to see him get all her jokes and him explaining weird things humans do that don’t make sense to him. “Let’s make some more and put them into the fridge for tomorrow morning. Cold pancakes are so good!” She suggested to him while sitting on the kitchen isle. “Is that the equivalent to cold pizza as breakfast? Cause I find that very weird.” He smiled up at her on the counter while starting to put together a new bowl of pancake batter. “It’s kinda similar now that you say it. It’s the sweet equivalent I guess.” She started to think about it out loud. There was a door opening and a lot of quiet but hectic talking from the hallway all of a sudden which made both of them look up to see the teammates that were just coming back from the mission. “So early?” She asked when she saw Steve. “Was a base but also a dead end,” he answered before leaving into his room. He also was the first one to come back into the room with wet hair and rubbing his hands “What do we have here? Late-night pancakes? Can I have?” He asked with puppy eyes. Vision and Harmony looked at each other for a second before she nodded with a smile and a little motion through his hair. The next person coming in was James, totally done but also happy to see her. Instead of aiming for the food he aimed for a hug from his girlfriend still sitting on the kitchen isle. “Why so sad big boy?” she asked him with her arms around his head. “If I have to hear Sam for one more second I’m gonna lose it!” He grumbled into her shoulder and felt her giggle. There was an “Uh la la.” Coming from behind clearly directed at them and she felt James tense up. “Sam, fuck off. No pancakes for you!” He heard from Harmony in a confident voice. “But it’s pancakes! Everyone else gets to eat!” Sam whined. “Maybe go on his nerves a little less,” she said chuckling. “Can I have one pretty please?” He asked nicely. “What do I get for it?” She started to negotiate and James started smiling into her shoulder. “I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow,” he said after thinking about it for a few seconds. “Deal,” she said and he echoed it back. After James could hear him sit down he looked up from her chest with a boyish smile. “Showing your true colors, huh?” His smile emitted proudness. “Damn, don’t call me out like that,” she said fake shocked. “Damn, get a room you two!” they heard a voice coming from the door. Tony. “Excuse me?” She said ready for a fake bitch fight. “Don’t come at her. She is ready to win today,” Sam said with his mouth full from the dinner table. “A warning from Wilson? Wow. I’m impressed,” Tony answered fake impressed but sat down on the table with a little smirk. James let go and finally grabbed a plate too and got the pancake right out of the pan from Vision. “Thank you V!” He smiled and hopped onto the kitchen isle beside Harmony. Everyone went silent and just sat there eating with their phones and some of them wrote in between. “Is this a weird group chat situation or are you all just on social media?” She chuckled. “You sure you wanna know?” Tony answered. “I can magic it out of you if I want to,” she said with an unfazed smile. “It’s a group chat,” he answered shortly after. Harmony touched James’ leg to give him a little impulse, a message? He was confused for a second but then got it. *They’re probably talking about us.* He shrugged at her before looking back down on his plate with a very subtle smile. Another subtle touch on his knee *What about tomorrow morning? Unless their plan is to leave us alone every time they are finished eating. I’m down to show them how foolish they are.* She saw him nod so slight that it was almost not detectable. He was incredibly good at hiding the fucking implosion the thought of kissing her in front of them gave him. Shortly after he finished his pancakes, put the plate in the sink and went to his room without a word. She could read him well enough to know that this was part of the plan of irritating the others.

After a lot of silence and her looking at her phone every now and then someone broke the silence. “What is it about him?” Tony asked. “I think you can relate pretty well to how it is when someone shares or understands your pain, past, grief, characteristics coming from those past traumatic events. That’s it. He gets it, he doesn’t judge and he makes me feel protected.” she said not facing them. She was still too broken to talk about herself in-depth in front of multiple people. “I think everyone in this room understands.” Vision started trying to comfort her, “Steve and Bucky share their out of time life, Sam shares the experience in of military and Tony the experience of losing your parents and putting too much onto yourself.” He really was very empathetic when it came to the important moments. She totally understood why Wanda had found her peace with him. His words hit the others with truth and pain. She smiled at him with gratitude. “He makes you feel happiness again, right? Like I do that for Wanda or Pepper does that for Tony. Even Wanda for you.” he asked. “You mean a safe place?” He nodded, “Yes. He’s my safe place.” Her voice was sounding breakable like glass. The room was silenced by that. She didn’t speak to half of them until today and hearing her be so honest made them realize some things about themselves. With a touch on V’s shoulder, she jumped from the kitchen isle and left the room with a small “Goodnight.”

The silence of the building was almost unsettling now that everyone was back. Normally she could hear them talk in the kitchen late at night or at least heard some footsteps. Today that wasn’t the case. Vision seemed to have made them think about some things.

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In Mind of Misery: Manipulation, Part 1

[ And so the journey begins. Three Separate stories to tell here all happening Simultaneously. Attacking from three fronts, is this the beginning of the end for The Nine? Please Like, Share, and Follow us! We are hoping to get new people coming our way, and could use the love! Thank you everyone!!!!! ]

Cast:

[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl, Marseille, Raelyndia Duskhollow

[ P.K ] - Kretus Dark

[ V.D ] - Verzatea Duskflame, Pame Myl’Brin

[ J ] - Jursol, Jimba, Mawa

[ T ] - Talisin aka The Boy

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The Hour was up ....

[ L. K ] Marseille, Pame, and Jursol would break their separate ways to prepare however they would. The Shaldorei knew this was going to be an exclusively hands on effort; he'd pack additional knives around a newly formatted belt holster just in case.

Jursol would no doubt have prepared by readying her weapons for the hunt; voodoo rituals for prayer and protection; and plenty of needed items for her raptor companions.

Pame was very much like the old elf; choosing to ready herself by getting all the necessary armor and weapons she'd need.

Lazarius and Verzatea spent their time with Brinys. Their accelerated ageless daughter that had not only been born into this world using the void and its magics, but also the darkness that came from a ritual Lazarius himself had forbid himself to use again.

The oldest of companions would share one last embrace; and in a twisted turn of events even read and help one another tuck the young girl into her bed.

Abbigael would be in charge of watching the young child as Kross and Koltun had made their way to Silithus in the hunt to find Pyravari. Leaving only the younger sister Siida, to protect the Bastille.

The Hour was up.... Using their ability to walk through the bridged fourth dimension, Lazarius would pull their talismans to the Bastille and convert the energy to give them a straight gateway into Quel'thalas. Lazarius and Verza easily blended in, as well as Mars who was giving Pame a disguise to help her look as much like one of his own. Jursol would probably just give as many dirty looks to the snide little elves if they dared question the majestic Zandalari in their city.

Regardless it would not be for long. They weren't staying. From the large open gates of the city; Lazarius had organized a ride for them to caravan down through the southern parts of the Eversong Woods and into the Ghostlands.

The push to find this hidden grotto that Raelyndia once kept along the shore was indeed dire.

And Lazarius would waste no time getting them on the move.

In Tranquillen the party would disembark from their wagon and prepare to move through the still heavily dead infested lands. They would need to move West to the Coast, then again further south.

Lazarius' only means of navigation and reference was in a small passage he'd found in a book in the former Kashebahl Estate. He'd know Rae kept this place secret; and it would be the first time he'd ever come this far.

[ T ] As the group made it to Tranquillen and began to head westward, they'd find themselves being followed the minute the cobblestone paths began to end. However quiet the figure tried to be, blood elves are simply not made to traverse the leaf-litter and sticks as silently as lynxes can. There were painfully obvious crunches of dead foliage, which were a dead giveaway to anyone who could hear in general, for he was just over 40 yards away.

But hunger can drive people to do stupid things, it seems. But, he at least tried his very hardest. No older than fourteen, the boy did everything he could to attempt to hide as he followed - namely, he tried to break up his outline by smearing mud on his frail, thin body. His clothing consisted of what was once a plain linen shirt and pants, but was now rags, held together with strips of cloth that functioned as both bandages and a belt.

Sadly, mud camo was the only real tactic he knew to avoid being seen, and with how little he knew, it was a miracle that he hadn't been hunted down by a wayward lynx, stuck to the web of an enormous spider, or carried off by some overgrown bat. He was almost beginning to think they'd thought him too pathetic to even eat - he was underfed, scrawny, and decidedly mute.

Even his black hair somehow looked pathetic, the way it was always looking to be wet when in reality it was just that greasy and dirty. He was also missing the very tip of his left ear - no doubt there was some nasty, unpleasant story behind that. The scrawny little runt thought maybe he could snag some food by following the group. Or maybe get a quick and merciful death - whichever happened first.

[ V . D ] The tingle from providing Brinys a last kiss goodnight lingered on the Confessors frowning lips as she moved at the pace of the traveling band. Misfits as they were, she couldn't deny the surge of confidence it brought to be in the company of such worthy and powerful companions. It brought her a glimmer of hope.

She stepped lightly, matching the pace of the grumpy kaldorei. But in truth, unlike the sour faced Pame, Tea truly seemed at peace in the great city of Quel'thalas, surely resembling just about any other tall, thin and graceful woman, but even with the lack of uniqueness there was a great swell of pride in Teas chest to see the majesty of the city once more.

She wore a most genuine smile through their trek, though she clutched the handle of the old black sword from the peak of her youth-- a simple short sword but one which had protected Tea all those years before she fully harnessed her magic.

It felt odd to.wear it again, but that certainly reminded Tea that perhaps she truly had become magic dependent. Alas, rather than linger on that thought she pushes forward and refocuses on the world around their group. Pame, herself, wasn't focused on a damn thing besides the world around them.

This included, as her long ears would twitch with every little step, the poorly disciplined stalker who followed them.

Her eyes move toward Marseille and Jursol, though she made no effort to speak up about the stalker. Surely they knew, though Pame hadn't a clue how to address the situation; If they even needed to address it. Instead, with a soft huff, the elf clutches her gloved hands into fists to still her rising suspicions of what lingered in the shadows.

She'd await for orders to break rank to investigate, but by the heavens didn't she have a mighty need to scold whatever followed them for being so reckless and clueless.

[ L. K ] Through it all; Lazarius was stone faced and reserved. With his Confessor at his side; it seemed all too familiar, the sight of the old miserable Kashebahl and the rapier wit Duskflame. Laz and Tea had been down this road many of times, far too many to begin worrying about some little runt following them. But Lazarius knew. Perhaps not because Marseille, who also like his sister in arms Pame, heard the boy, but because Lazarius was sensing something entirely different.

The boy was giving off a large amount of energy; not magically or anything like that, but in the form of something else. Lazarius was aware of everything around them; be it alive or dead he was detecting the force of gravitational decay on all things near by.

He knew the boy was there and would have observed him by bending the physics of light entering his deadly poisonous iris of venom to see what was actually happening without ever needing to look behind.

But a small finger raised and sent was all that was needed for Marseille. As his Masters Shade, and Pame as well promoted to that position, both predators were cleared.

Jursol knew her job. She was granted the seat on the council as not only a mistress of blood magic but also as a guardian. Her and the raptors were primarily tasked with the outer defenses of the Bastille. That massive gated doorway that bled into the Ruins of the Nerubian empire. The tunnels that went miles and miles under the crust. Jursol had teams to keep them cleaned, patrol and hunt for threats.

She was literally the first line of defense, and as such Marseille did not give her orders but rather knew she would remain by both Verza and Lazarius’ side as he and the Kaldorei did what they did best, hunt.

Only a glance was given to Pame; they’d practiced this drill ten thousand times and ten thousand times more they would repeat it. He broke left, and she broke right. Swiftly moving from treetops and bushes, darting in and out of cover, blades at the ready.

[ T ] The runt was noticing the changes in the group; Children are often more perceptive than adults, in both magical and non magical affairs. Without thinking, he simply hid in a bush, and waited. The rustle of leaves was particularly loud...but to some, there was a slightly louder sound, too.

Fear is an excellent catalyst for magic at times, and this was one of those times. There was an odd, but familiar sound...it was not unlike a shrill whine. Not everyone could hear it, only those inclined to the forces of the elder gods.

It was a maddening sound that would threaten to unravel those who hear it for the first time. But this boy had heard it before; A lifetime of abuse and self-doubt had left him vulnerable to such forces.

Not only did this sound likely broadcast his location easily to others, but it also drew the ire of wild beasts. A small, ordinary bat driven to hatred began to swarm the voiceless child, who had begun to curl up in hopes the angry bat would stop biting him soon.

[ J ] Jursol remained silent as she stayed near the others. Her steps far more silent then most. Long ears twitched as she listened to the tiny stalker. No threat was felt off it, so she remained on the path. Watching the others closely as she moved freely through the area.

Treetops, brush, it’s nothing to her. Honestly she was enjoying the area even though she was focused on the task at hand. Now and then she’d smirk thinking of how the Elves looked at her. It was clear many never saw anything like her before.

This amused her greatly. During the walk many wild animals seemed to look at her. They seemed confused but also some were drawn to her. Jimba was small but fierce. He heard the stalker and was nipping at Jursol to tell her. As she heard the child’s cry she turned to look at the others. Still silent as she gave a nod as if asking to check it out.

[ V . D ] The wonderful thing about Pames armor, in her honest opinion, was the darker shades of green and black. She had been prepared for this sort of drill, given she had spent a good twenty minutes brushing her thick hair down into a sleek updo, her hair braided tight and wound into a swirl bun center on the back of her head, pinned down to not move even a little.

It was meant to help conceal the majority of her scent as well ensure the long strands couldn't get caught up or distract her during a fight. But also... It helped especially during stealth operations. The moment she pulled her hood up and leapt clean from the ground to a nearby tree limb, she'd become one with nature.

Merely a a misplaced blur that disappears between the cracks of the leaves and the winding branches. This was where she was most at home. Bounding with the prowess of an amazonian among dense trees and thick foliage. In truth she wasn't as quiet as she could have desired.

But she stepped as lightly as she could, her balance superb with her sure footing (even if most of it was out of pure confidence and luck), carrying the heavy armor and weapons as gracefully as possible.

Thankfully her hours practicing her fighting became of useful sacrifice in the end, in exchange for her social life, given them beefy arms and thighs. Once she was close enough to the location of interest, and the person of interest, the maiden settled herself within a reasonable distance for to make good use of her throwing knives.

Without a hesitation to consider the situation, the kaldorei swiftly neutralizes the threat of the bats. Knives penetrated the bodies of the flying pests, ripping them straight from the air and pinning them to the ground. Of course she'd leave it at that, lingering in the darkness of the canopy whilst clutching another knife between her gloved fingers. Now she would monitor, to determine an appropriate way to neutralize this issue; Preferably without conflict.

Verzatea was oblivious. Not necessarily blind, simply unconcerned with the issue. She genuinely trusted in the abilities of those in their group for this mission; And so she invested her interest in the two remaining bodies near her so the trio could get far enough away to engage in conversation.

"Have you two eaten in the last few hours? I brought a bit of bread and fruit!"

To be continued in “In Mind of Misery, Manipulation, Part 2″

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