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S3: The Bad Batch (1)

Chapter One: Confined

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Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Rating: 18+

Series Summary: Ever since Eriadu, Clone Force 99 had been a fractured squad. Months have passed but you're finally back with the Batch but Omega is still out there and you won't stop until you find her again.

Chapter Summary: Imprisoned on Tantiss, Omega finds herself needing to adjust to life there whilst the rest of you decide on your next mission to give you intel you desperately need.

Masterlist for S1 and S2

Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)

Chapter Warnings: Very mild canon-typical violence, one use of y/n, Hemlock, brief wound description, nightmares with emotional hurt/comfort, my interpretation of various people's headspaces, slight angst, me going off script/episode plot in the last part, and remember, italics represent silent Jedi communications

Word Count: 5K

Author's notes: And we're off! Happy Star Wars Day!! We are pretty much just following the plot of this episode, save for a bit at the end so it might feel like a bit of a slow start, but bear with me! Technically, this will also wind up being a 'fix-it' fic so just stick with me on that process too! Hope you enjoy! And I have already started working on the next chapter! Also, I am just going off my past taglist so anyone who wants added/removed, please let me know!

21 days since Eriadu

Water dripped from the faulty tap in the small cell as light crept through the bars on the window.

Omega stared out into the open space with a forlorn sigh as she envied the birds that sounded their freedom as they chirped their usual song. She stepped down from her bed and started pacing anxiously as she waited for Emerie to make her scheduled appearance.

Sure enough, a couple seconds later, the door opened, and Emerie stepped inside.

“Good morning, Omega. How are you feeling today?” Emerie asked.

“Like a prisoner.” Omega replied curtly. “I want to leave.”

“Prisoner?” Emerie repeated, surprised. “Omega, you are no such thing. It will take time to adjust, but you will acclimate. It is far safer in here than out there. Come. We have much to do.” With that Emerie turned to leave.

Omega reached under her bed and brought out her box before she followed Emerie out into the corridor. The grey colouring of her new clothes matched the other scientists and the non-descript design of the inside of the base.

They turned a corner to pass a squad of clone prisoners being escorted past and Omega let out a gasp as she recognised the figure at the front of the line but despite her effort to look at him, he only stared at the floor.

Omega entered the lab and watched in quiet upset as the clone was subjected to a blood sample being taken from the back of his hand. They all had similar expressions of pain and defeat written across their faces and she wished she knew how to stop it.

Emerie placed the test tube into one of the free slots in the tray that Omega was holding before she took the datapad out and created a record for Omega. “And now I need to take a blood sample from you.”

“From me?” Omega repeated. “Why?”

“The samples are used for various research projects. All of us serve a purpose here.” Emerie explained. “It won’t hurt.” She added as a means of reassurance before she readied the equipment to take the sample.

Omega sat up on the bench. “Can you at least tell me where my brothers are? Or my friend, (Y/N)?”

“I do not know.” Emerie replied simply.

Omega held her hand out and braced against the sting of the needle as her blood was drawn. “If you’re a clone like me, how come I never saw you on Kamino?”

“Because I was sent elsewhere until Dr. Hemlock took me under his wing. He saw potential in me, like Nala Se sees in you.”

“I never knew that I had a sister. It’s nice not being alone.” She offered Emerie a small smile, but it wasn’t quite returned.

“Head to the lab.” Emerie ordered as she took the device away and placed Omega’s sample in with the others. “Nala Se is expecting these.”

As the security scan was completed, Omega entered the lab and walked over to Nala Se who was busy placing more blood vials into a centrifuge.

“Thank you, Omega.” Nala Se said as she took the tray from her and started processing the data from the samples and it was through that that she saw the concerning sight that Omega was now a part of the system. “Omega, your sample was taken?”

“Mn-hmm. Emerie said it was routine.”

Nala Se deleted the record from the system before she destroyed the physical sample.

Omega watched this with curiosity. “Why are you discarding it?”

“Tell no one.” Nala Se replied before she took the other samples to the centrifuge. “It is safer this way.”

Omega knew the Kaminoian well enough to pick up on the worry in her voice. “This research, it’s not like what we did on Kamino, is it?”

“No, it is not.”

“I don’t understand. Why did they bring me here?” Omeag asked, hoping that if Emerie couldn’t give her the answers that she sought then Nala Se would have some idea.

“To ensure that I co-operate. The Empire seeks the reproduction of a genetic M-count, but the experiments on the specimens have yet to yield the desired result.”

The M-count was something she was aware of but nothing else Nala Se was saying made much sense to her. “What specimens? You mean the clones?”

“No. Not the clones.”

Any further elaboration was cut off as the lab doors opened and Omega turned to see who it was.

“How nice to see you reunited with your trusted assistant.” Hemlock commented to Nala Se. He massaged the palm of his gloved hand. “I’m sure Omega’s presence here will only strengthen your efforts. Shall we head to the vault?” He waved a hand in front of him towards the doors.

Omega went to leave but Nala Se’s hand on her shoulder stopped her from advancing.

“See to your remaining tasks.” Nala Se instructed before they left the lab.

Omega watched them from the window and wondered what was so special about this vault Hemlock had mentioned but she didn’t have the means to find that out yet. For now, she had little choice but to head to her next chore of the day.

She glared at the droid as he shocked one of the Lurca hounds and she irritably scooped some food up before sending it through the hatch into the bowl of the hound she was currently tending to. As the droid’s attention was focused on something else, she took the opportunity to gather more loose straw from the ground and hid it in the bottom compartment of her box.

She carried on to the last cage to see her favourite of the hounds. “Hi Batcher.” She whispered to the hound curled up at the far end of the cage but her only reply was a low growl. It was then she noticed the bowl was overflowing with uneaten food. “Hmm. Still won’t eat the food, huh? I don’t blame you.” She stole a quick glance back to the droid to see he was still paying her no attention and she took the chance to fish out her lunch from earlier. “Here, I saved you some of mine.”

Batcher got to her feet but snarled and pressed herself aggressively against the bars of the enclosure.

In the shock, Omega had dropped the nuggets inside the cage, but she watched as Batcher ate them and swiftly retreated to the back of the space. “Better? I’ll bring you more tomorrow.” She stood up and left to do what she had been wanting to do the entire day.

As she slowly walked down the corridor, she glanced between each of the cells, the sounds of teeth chattering and coughing made her concern grow as she saw the effects this place was having on all of the clones here.

She made her way to the cell she’d been searching for. “Crosshair.” She called quietly. “I tried to come earlier, but there were too many guards watching me.”

Crosshair sighed. “You shouldn’t be down here at all.”

“Well, how else are we gonna plan an escape?”

“There is no ‘we.’ And there is no escape.” Crosshair sat up. “I’ve already tried.”

“Every stronghold has a weak point.” Omega said. “Maybe I can convince Emerie to help. She’s one of us.”

She sounded just like them and that was the last thing he needed. “Not every clone is your ally. You trust too easily.”

“Maybe you don’t trust enough.” Omega countered but as she said that she noticed a tremor in his right hand which he tried to conceal with by holding it with his left. “Crosshair?”

“Just…” He sighed again. He didn’t need her pity or her concern. “Go, before you make things worse for both of us.”

Omega went to leave but she stopped herself. “There has to be a way out of here. I’ll find it.” She didn’t expect a reply, so she didn’t wait for one, instead she left now.

Crosshair watched her go. Even from that small interaction, he’d already seen so much of them in her and that would either make her or break her in this place and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be around to watch.

Darkness had fallen and it was that time again where she scratched the next tally into the wall. She brought the Lula hay doll out and held it close to her chest- it wasn’t much but it was the reminder of home she needed. If you truly weren’t here, then Omega knew you all would be looking for her, but she was going to do whatever it took to make that easier.

5 months later

The dripping water, the sunlight creeping in, the birds chirping, the concealing of her doll at the bottom of her box… the routine was all so familiar now. She was already standing at the ready for when Emerie opened the door and, like clockwork, it whirred open to reveal the older clone who had the same opening remark she always did.

“Good morning, Omega.”

“Good morning.”

“Let’s begin.” Emerie led the way out.

Yet again, they walked the same route to the testing centre and yet again she passed Crosshair in the corridor, but she had long since learned that trying for any sort of recognition from him in this environment was pointless, so she kept her gaze down too.

She let her blood be drawn, her hand was now numb to the sensation, and she took all the samples to the lab where Nala Se once again destroyed all traces of her sample. She hadn’t been able to learn anything more about the vault or the specimens but what she had gathered was that you, Hunter, and Wrecker definitely were not here and that made the thought of escape feel far more feasible and appealing.

The lurca hounds were the same as they always were but as she made her way to Batcher’s spot, she saw the hound tending to a nasty cut on her front right leg. “Batcher? K-9X1! Hurry!” She yelled to the droid.

“What is the issue?” The droid asked as he approached the girl.

“Batcher’s hurt.” Omega informed him.

“LH-201 sustained injures during the nightly patrol. If her wounds do not heal, the subject will be terminated.”

“Then do something to help her!” Omega demanded.

“I am not a medical droid. It is not part of my programming.”

Omega could only watch as the droid merely walked away, and she turned to the sound of Batcher’s whimpers of pain. She wouldn’t accept termination as Batcher’s fate, if the droid wouldn’t help Batcher, then she would.

She ran over to the medical kit on the wall and took the bacta out but when she reached into the kennel to try and tend to the wound, Batcher snapped at her. “Now look. I need to clean your wound for it to get better. It’ll only hurt for a second, so put those teeth away and behave.” She said sternly but it seemed to do the trick as Batcher let her do it. “See? That’s not so bad.”

Omega worked in silence for a few seconds before she spoke to the hound again, “You know, I have a friend that would’ve been able to help us get along a lot faster.” She said warmly as she continued to apply the bacta to the wound. “But I think we’re getting there now.” She smiled as Batcher gave her hand a tentative lick once she finished with the bacta.

“I dressed Batcher’s wounds as best as I could. At least she didn’t bite me. That’s progress, right?” she looked at Crosshair, but he gave her nothing, so she continued talking. “If she doesn’t get better soon…” She sighed. “Maybe I can steal a med kit from the lab and see if there’s anything I can use-”

“Stop.” Crosshair interrupted her with a frustrated sigh. Clearly the others hadn’t done a very good job of making her stay on course and now he needed to be the one to remind her. “What is your primary objective?”

“Escape.” Omega answered.

“Then stop wasting time on lost causes. Forget the hound, forget me, and complete the mission.”

“Not without you.”

“If I get the chance to escape, I wouldn’t think twice about leaving you behind.”

“You’re lying! You wouldn’t do that. You’re my brother.”

She had been insisting on that for months now, no matter how many times he tried to push her away and he didn’t know how much more of that he could tolerate hearing. “I’m not them.” Crosshair snapped.

Omega couldn’t accept that. “I’m not giving up, Crosshair. I won’t let you either.” She got up to leave.

Crosshair stood up with a heavy breath and called out to her retreating figure. “Omega.”

Omega stopped and turned back to face him.

“Don’t risk anything for me. I belong in here.” He said, meaning every word.

“None of us belong in here.” She replied before walking away.

Her door whirred open before the usual time, and she woke up with a gasp as two troopers entered her room. She got to her feet and concealed her doll behind her. “What’s going on?” She asked Emerie.

“Surprise inspection. Standard procedure.” Emerie informed her.

“Clear.” One of the commandos said.

However, the other noticed the doll hidden behind her back and he tore it from her grip and handed it to Emerie.

“We’ve been over this before, Omega. Personal items are forbidden.” Emerie chastised her. “I’ll dispose of it.”

“Don’t!” Omega protested. “Please, Emerie.”

“It is for your own good. Come, we have work to do.”

It was a welcome sight to see Batcher so happy to greet her this time around. “Hey, Batcher.” Omega said fondly and she saw the wound had nearly scarred over. “Look at you. You’re almost at a hundred percent.” She gave her a soft scratch on the jaw.

“Did you not read the standing order for the day?” The droid yanked her to her feet. “LH-201 has been slated for termination.”

“What? Why? She’s healed.” Omega argued.

“The creature’s recent domesticated disposition has been deemed a liability.”

“But that’s my fault, not hers.” Omega tried to resist being pulled away, with Batcher also barking in protest, but the droid’s grip was strong.

The droid groaned. “It is protocol.”

Omega finally managed to weasel her way out of his grasp and steal his datapad but the droid reacted swiftly and started to pull it away from her. She allowed herself to be tugged airborne and she braced her feet against the droid’s torso and leaned back, the momentum giving her the victory. She got away from the droid with the datapad in her hands and she quickly activated one of the large crates on the ceiling above and it fell on top of K-9X1. She grabbed his electro-staff and shocked him with it but not before he had the chance to call security so now, she had to act swiftly.

Omega used the datapad to open the exit hatch in Batcher’s kennel and deactivated her collar. “Batcher, come!” She ran over to the bars and reached in to take the collar off the hound. “Now you need to run away and not come back, okay?” It pained her to let her one close companion go but it needed to happen. She patted her snout. “And try not to bite anyone.”

Batcher hesitated and whined at her.

“I can’t go with you yet.” Omega explained. “I have to get Crosshair first. Batcher, go!” Omega watched her run down the tunnel with both relief and sadness, but she’d get out soon too, she knew she would.

“Breaking the rules, I see.”

Omega jumped and turned around to see Hemlock standing before her and Emerie standing behind him.

“And releasing a weak lurca hound into the wild? I didn’t know you were so cruel, Omega.”

“Me? You were gonna terminate her.” Omega said angrily.

“And you believe your actions changed that outcome?” When Omega faltered in her reply, he kept speaking, “Now some rotations ago, one of our shuttles crashed just beyond this mountain. But that is not what killed them. No, it was the creatures that roam the jungle. Even our strongest lurca hounds struggle against what’s beyond these walls. And your domestication of LH-201 only made her vulnerable.”

“You don’t know she won’t survive.” Omega disputed. “She deserves a chance.”

“Oh, the flawed logic of an idealistic child.” Hemlock’s tone fuelled with quiet mockery. “Emotion and sentiment have no place within these walls. You would do well to remember that.”

She wasn’t afraid of his threats anymore. “Or what?”

Seeing the way he turned to look at Omega again, Emerie hastily intervened. “Doctor, perhaps I should return Omega to her room.”

Hemlock held a hand up to stop her from going any further and kept his gaze on Omega. “You have more to say?”

“I know you brought me here to make Nala Se cooperate. You need her. She won’t work for you if you hurt me.” Omega said confidently.

Hemlock only laughed. “Of course I’m not gonna hurt you, Omega.” He inhaled deeply. “Your friend in the detention block, however, may not be as fortunate.”

“Don’t hurt Crosshair! He didn’t do anything.”

“I did have plans for CT-9904, despite his resistance to re-education, but I am willing to make a few sacrifices if your misbehaviour continues.” He bent from the waist and leaned down towards her. “Actions always have consequences. Sometimes not in the ways we imagine.”

Now that threat was one that she knew he would follow through on and she didn’t want to be responsible for Crosshair suffering even more than he was already.

“Take her back to her room and restrict her access.” Hemlock ordered Emerie as he exited.

Omega left with her a few seconds later.

Night had fallen and Omega sat huddled on the edge of her bed, but she heard the door open. “Go away.” She said with a sigh, not even bothering to look at Emerie this time.

“Omega…”

“Please… just go.” She requested, hoping the misery in her voice would be enough to convince Emerie to leave and she was grateful to hear her footsteps retreat and she angled herself towards the door to see that her hay Lula had been returned to her. She picked it up, but the sound of a lurca howling brought her back to the window.

She attempted in vain to peer through to bars to the outside for any sign of Batcher, but she couldn’t see anything. She then looked at the growing collection of tallies that represented the months that she’d been here. It may take more time, but now more than ever she knew she needed to get out and she needed to take Crosshair with her.

Hunter’s eyes snapped open, and his heart was pounding in his chest, but his surroundings told him it had been another dream. The ship was still steadily travelling through hyperspace towards Oba Diah, and the three of you had been using the long journey to catch up on some much-needed rest before the mission would begin.

Reaching out to Roland Durand of all people had felt like a long shot but when he said he could help if you only found the Pyke that had disgraced him and the Durand name, it had been an easy decision to accept but it had done nothing to quell the worry and fear that coursed through his veins. He sat up and began the usual routine of deep breathing.

Ever since you’d fully opened yourself up to him and the Force again, he didn’t need to wake you anymore when this happened, you would feel everything he felt and wake up a couple seconds after he did, and this time was no different. “Which one this time?” You whispered; your tone filled with tender understanding.

“I’m sorry.” Hunter rasped as he steadied his breathing. He hated that this was having a knock-on effect on you two, especially since your own sleep had only now started to get better. You were another person he was still finding a way to let down.

You shushed him softly as you sat up next to him. You have nothing to be sorry for. “Which one?” You prompted again. You knew his sleep had been haunted by more than just the reminders of what had happened in the recent months, it was these new nightmares that were plaguing him more and more.

Hunter released a heavy breath. “Same one as the nights before. I can see her, she’s right in front of me but no matter what I do, I can’t reach her and- and then she’s taken away.”

You pressed your lips to his shoulder, and you rubbed soothing circles on his back. “This mission for Durand is another step in the right direction. You’re doing all you can. We will find her, Hunter.”

Hunter shook his head and swung his legs out to the side of the bunk. “We took too long to find you, and you weren’t even really hiding.” Hunter countered without glancing back at you.

He didn’t need to look at you for you to feel his distress. You reached a hand out to his shoulder to try and get him to face you again. “Hunter-”

He gently but firmly pushed your hand away. “I’m going to go over what we’ve got again. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.”

You sighed and watched him go to the cockpit. You’d seen the shift in him as had Wrecker. The relief of your reunion had long since passed and he, like the two of you, was getting more desperate to find Omega but it was affecting him far more than he was willing to talk about. His once calm and collected demeanour had vanished and he was taking on missions with little care for the risk or conditions they came with and this mission for Durand was no exception. Whilst you and Wrecker were happy to agree, there had been little discussion over the matter or the conditions of the deal. The two of you had done what you could, but you knew the only true thing that would bring him comfort would be finding Omega again.

Although a strong part of you wanted to follow him, you knew that right now, he needed the space, and you would give him that, but you couldn’t stand by and watch him drive himself into the ground for much longer.

You woke up again to find the space next to you ice cold and you knew that Hunter had not returned at all, and he wasn’t planning too. You tossed the blanket aside and silently walked towards the cockpit where you could hear the faint tapping of fingers against the keys of a datapad.

You leaned against the entryway to the cockpit and studied him for a moment as he kept his focus on Tech’s datapad. He looked utterly exhausted. His head drooped every few seconds, his shoulders were hunched, and weariness was written all across his face. It pained you to see him like this.

Aware that his brother was sleeping a few metres away, his words to you were quiet, “I said I’d be back soon.” He continued to tap through the intel that he’d been anxiously scanning for any detail he could’ve missed.

“You said that hours ago.” You matched his volume and straightened up. “You need to talk to me. Shutting down like this isn’t good for you.”

“I’m not shutting down. I’m doing what needs to be done to get Omega back.” He couldn’t stop. He’d let her down for long enough. The answer was there, and he kept missing it and he couldn’t stand it.

You fully came into the cockpit and kneeled in front of him. “You may be a leader, Hunter, but you’re not alone. This isn’t just the fear that we’re not going to get her back because you know we’re not going to stop until we do. There’s something else you’re afraid of.” You searched his face for a sign of what more it could be, but he wasn’t giving anything away. You kept your voice low but kind, “What is it?”

Hunter ignored you and kept his eyes fixed on the words on the screen in his possession, but he wasn’t reading them anymore.

“Hunter, put it down.” You attempted to take the datapad but his hold was too tight.

“I can’t stop. I can’t. She-” He cut himself off and swallowed thickly. “I can’t stop.” He repeated again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re no good to anyone if you’re too exhausted to think straight.” You said with concern. “Talk to me, please.”

Hunter silently shook his head. The responsibility of all of this was on him, you shouldn’t be worrying about him now.

You knew how hard this was and he rarely allowed himself those moments of vulnerability, but he’d been there for you countless times, it was now your turn to be the one he could lean on. “You’ve helped me through so much, Hunter.” You placed one hand on his tattooed cheek and stroked your thumb along his cheekbone and whether he meant it or not, you felt him relax into your touch. “Let me help you now.” You whispered as your other hand fanned across the datapad and started to push it out of his grasp. “Put it down.”

“I-”

“Put it down.” You repeated again, applying more pressure now as you felt his resistance fade and relief coursed through you as he let you take it from him.

Hunter finally let the datapad slip from his grasp and he let the tiredness take over and his body sagged against the chair.

“What else is it that’s bothering you?” You came back from putting the datapad away and crouched again and laid your hands on his knees.

Hunter hesitated for a moment but for this first time since he woke up, he caught your eyes and he saw nothing but love and concern behind them and he swallowed thickly. “All she wanted was to not end up an experiment and that’s exactly what I’ve let happen.”

“Hunter…”

The words just tumbled from him now. “I let down Crosshair, I let down T- I let down Tech. I was too late to save them, but I still had you, I still had Wrecker and I still had Omega. Then you and Omega were ripped away from us and that was another thing I couldn’t stop. I relied too much on Wrecker when we were looking for you, I wasn’t who he needed me to be, and I can feel that happening again. I can’t be too late again. I can’t let another person down… I can’t let Omega down.” He turned away from you once more.

Your heart broke for him. “You have done no such thing.” You brought your hand back to his face to keep his eyes on you. “Listen to me, you didn’t let them down and you weren’t too late for them. At that time, Crosshair had made his choice, and you wouldn’t have been able to change his mind. Tech, he-” You felt the emotions rise up in your throat, choking the next words you were going to say. After pausing for a second, you cleared your throat and started again, “Tech made his choice. That wasn’t you being too late for them. As for Wrecker, he won’t and doesn’t think that. You’re his brother first, Hunter, he would never think that.” You paused for a moment to let that sink in before you added, “And you weren’t too late for me either. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Hunter’s jaw tightened as he listened to the words you said but he couldn’t quite bring himself to fully believe them.

Still seeing the reluctance behind his eyes, you took his hand and placed it over your heart. “Feel that? I’m not worried, I’m not doubting you. We’re getting her back, you have not failed her, Hunter and she’ll know we’re looking for her. She’ll know that.”

Hunter closed his eyes and let the comfort of your steady heartbeat flood his senses.

After some time had passed, you decided it was time for him to get some proper rest before you arrived on Oba Dia. “Come on.” You took his hands, and a gentle tug encouraged him enough to get to his feet.

Hunter was so tired he could barely register his movements; all he knew was somehow you were getting his feet moving and leading him back to your bunk.

“Lie down.” You instructed gently as you reached the bed.

Hunter did as you said, and he felt you slide in next to him, he willed his weary body to turn and hold you like he usually did.

You shook your head and nudged him, so his back was facing you. You wrapped your arm around him and put your hand in his and placed it over his chest. “Just close your eyes and breathe with me.”

“This mission’s gonna help us somehow, right?” Hunter murmured with a tired voice.

You planted a soft kiss to the hinge of his jaw. Yes, it will. Drug syndicates were not high on your list on the people you were looking to stay on an even keel for. The Pykes weren’t going to stop you from doing whatever it took to get to her.

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Imagine a Childhood Friend! Reader who grew up with Wriothesly on the streets

Childhood!Friend Reader Visits the prison to play music. Wrio POV is reminiscent childhood past & present conflict with reader/oc though smut later .

Yandere! Wriothesley watched eye growing dark as he reminisced on how they met. Two orphans on the street

-Kid! Wriothesleys Past Memories x Childhood Friend!Kid! Reader-

Huddled under a blanket with several kid snuggled like puppies. Wriothesley hardly older than the kids but tougher and more streetwise. He was the ‘father’ of their rag tag group while she was ‘mother’.

It warmed Wriothesley’s heart. Her nurturing and sweet temperament. Plus her attempts to entertain the kids with stories and songs on the streets that filled their minds if not their stomachs.

Innocent days of her singing for pennies while other ragged kids beating on discarded cans as drums. While others danced and filled them with rocks to mimic maracas to her beat.

Dancing singing and playing to forget their worries and entertain for their next meal. A crowd of adults would gather charmed by their performance and drop coins in cans. Sometimes the occasional shopkeeper or guard running them off for disturbing the peace.

A ragtag group of kids eking a living out on the street. Until their foster parents picked them up, dressed them up, and put them on a stage for profit.

“I’m nervous. What if I mess up, I never performed on stage before.” Wriothesley’s songbird mumbled fiddling with her skirts softly as she stood. The rustle and swish of the skirt of her baby blue silk dress, finer than anything she had ever worn before.

“You’ll do great, you deserve to shine.” Kid!Wriotheslsy soothed confident she would with reassuring squeeze of her hand. Older now they had hit puberty still thick as thieve but with a strain of something more in their friendship having acted as pseudo parents for so long. Now able to relax and be kids despite being older of the group.

Kid!Wriothesley blushed dazed at how pretty to looked all dressed up for once instead of rags. A twinge of guilt that as a kid he could not do that nor help the kids he swore to protect.

“I will for the kids” she beamed back and then in surge of courage quickled hopped up and pecked cheek “wish me luck” she shot out blushing madly as she scampered off to the stage to be announced.

Dazed Kid!Wriothesley touched his check a slow grin spreading before shaking his head to watch from the wings of stage. On stage she did glow singing brightly vibrantly even more on the streets now the stage was set for her. She did so well that she was request eto do show after show.

Until she caught the eye of wreathy patron and was whisked away to what he thought was a good home.

-Teens: I Promise-

They had hit puberty. Almost out of the system “I when I leave do you want to come” nervous but hopeful a shy nod. But that was not to be.

She had come to him solemn and despondent one day at the orphanage. Teen! Wriothesley thought at first it was bad news like one of the kid s were sick or there was another fight to break up. She and him acting as parents even at the orphanage with their foster parents around.

They were the oldest and would soon age out as they approached their teens. A strong bond friendship hinting to more as gangly limbs grew and close contact soon became arkward.

The younger cuter more malleable kids were adopted first. Teen!Wriothesley was too old, too brutish and tough looking for anyone to want and to take in .

She licked her lips as he watched. His eye dilating for a second before hearing her words“ “I…I could make a lot…. they want to adopt me …. but the kids…”

“What?” Teen! Wriothesley’s Blood froze stiff in his surprise.

Teen!Wriothesley thought she would have stayed. Maybe until they aged out and then…He mused lost in his thoughts.

Teen! Wriothesley hand clasped the metal ring he melted down from can. Burning in his pocket a a cute but crude cheap promise of the life he could give.

A paltry offering compared to the dazzling jewelry, opulent galas, grand theatre stage that the adults with so many connections could offer her.

“I see. Go you …. deserve …a good home“

The ring in his pocket burned as he forced out the reassuring words. As she startled worry and relief in her eyes at the decision made without an outburst that Wriothesley prone to do when angers or upset.

Wriothesley assumed this is what every kid wants.

A home. Parents . Family. He couldn’t deny her that.

Yandere! Wriothesley just hoped it might be with him…despite being so young maybe one day. But he dashed those thoughts.

“This will be good for you. You always wanted a family”

His heart caught in his throat, but he let her go.

A mistake.

“Okay then” She pursed her lips then nodded her had determinedly her mind resolved with his words.

She then surged forward sweeping him up in a hug that made him stumble slightly as with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you Wriothesley for everything “ she fervently whispered.

Happy tears Wriothesley thought.

“Hey this isn’t forever. I’ll see you again.” He patted her back archwayed reassuring. As he choked back his own emotion.

Her face flickered with a shadow of emotion to soon for him to catch that she covered up with one fo star winning smiles as she promised

“Don’t worry…. I’ll be happy. I’ll try to do my best for all of you.”

What fools they were. Did she know then?

Wriothesley should’ve asked did she want to go?

If she was happy with adoption

Wriothesley should have listened more to what she was saying instead blinded by his pain frustration.

It was too late. It was a mistake.

-We Shall Meet Again Act 2: Teen Years In the Orphanage-

The money flowed into the orphanage with the shows she performed.

But she didn’t visit. She was busy his foster parents said. She didn’t have time. She was a star now they said.

The next he saw her was one of her charity performances.

Dressed up under a spotlight. However, something was off about how she sang.

The trembling as they placed steadying hand behind her back as they introduced her Her voice was a little higher, desperate, and soft like a bird fluttering against the windows.

Wriothesley eye caught her eyes in recognition and fear.

Her voice warbled and broke.

A break was called and he snuck backstage to talk to her.

He slipped into the locked room with the ease of street kid who could pick locks and hid behind thinking to surprise her in the dressing room.

“You must hide.” Her eyes wide in shock recognition and fear as she hurriedly she pushed him behind a curtain.

Pausing to hear voices shouting. Her sponsors and parents shouted at her “That chord was wrong how dare you disgrace me! I thought you could sing!” The slap that rang out. The welt on her cheek setting his world ablaze in frost as he surged forward to protect her.

“No Don’t” she cried out in vain the effort trying to hold him back tearing of her sleeve as he grabbed her arm to pull her back to safety and as she pulled away too quickly. Afriad he would see but ti was too late.

RTeh ripped material revealed the blue black and purple bruises from adult handprints she tried to hide under long sleeves.

“What is this?” Yandere! Wriothesley said voice cold and deeper. Yandere! Wriothesley had grown into a teen and so had she. The crack of puberty presents in his voice along with the pain of seeing her like this. “Tell me you trash!”

Yandere! Wriothesley gritted hi teeth rumbling with anger ready to lash out at them. As he readied another punch like the street brawls he got into as a kid.

“What are you doing here?! Guards!” her foster parents, those monsters cried dodging his fists sloppily as the guards poured in. He was restrained and was escorted out roughly yelling in vain as the door shut off her downcast face.

The seed of suspicion was planted. He noticed kids disappeared and those adopted never seen again in the orphanage.

Those adults were rotten to the core. And she bore the brunt smiling for the funds the orphanage needed.

Yandere! Wriothesley found the records of them being sold including her. He had to stop this. No matter the cost.

Even as it lead to blood dripped down and two corpses fell at his feet. His foster parent who ahd not care and laughed revealing he truth…that those preciuso were sold and useless disposed…for profit.

For Power

For Greed . For fame. For money.

At the children’s expense.

No Longer.

Yandere! Wriothesley hunted down the parents she was assigned too.

However, the knave had found her first.

And the guards found him first to throw him into prison aftr long trail. the guards.

Yandere! Wriothesley was imprisoned and she was taken into the house of hearth….

Yandere! Wriothesley wasn’t altogether happy with the deal she made. Though he was hardly better with his. It would be safer with him….

-Act 3: Grow Up to be my Enemy but No Enmity

-Adults: Return to Present day-

The applause, whistles and cheers from the prison stage from her performance brought Yandere! Wriothesley back to present day. Back to present day in prison where he rose ranks to becoming the head warden.

A wayward boy no longer but the man who was now the prison warden.

;

Like a songbird in its cage,

he wondered if he could have her playing here

permanently in the depths of the fortress?

Present Day Archon Arc Fontaine II- Preventing the Prophecy

Yandere! Wriothesley flashed a toothy smile to her nod as she finished her performance and serenade to the enthralled crowd of criminals.

Safe with him in another cage.

Would the bird drown and no longer sing?

Yandere! Wriothesley mused as he stirred his tea hesitating as he sprinkled Sigewinne sleep powder into the tea as he set the table for their ritual teatime in his private office to chat and catch up after every performance.

Yandere! Wriothesley crossed his legs behind the desk as he watched her sip her tea.

“I always wondered. Hestia, why did you join the fatui?” he began testing the water watching her placid face as if expecting this question.

“You could join a musical troupe or I could even get you a job working for the courts of prison.” Wriothesley offered amiably probing for answer he wanted to know.

Why them? Why her? Why not him?

She pauses her face a mask. As she spoke slowly but purposefully

“The fatui may also be corrupt but I can control my fate and I trust the knave. She saved me….”

Wriothesley hummed as his hand fisted annoyed as it was him who should have saved her that day. Then she would be safe with him and not mixed up with the fatui. Though Wriothesley knew rationally he was in prison then and he couldn’t have helped her….

“Justice has system a path right and wrong. I may be dog of system but I chose that.” Wriothesley countered “It doesn’t change the fact I went about fixing the situation the wrong way”

“But how long would it go on if you didn’t? “ She argued her grip tight on the teacup.

“I wasn’t there for you, but I am now.” Wriothesley promised catching her eye in reassuring gaze as he did as kids huddling in the rain not knowing where their next meal was. Saving part of his portion for more bread for the kids to keep their strength up and so she could sing for more coin the next day.

“I don’t need your justice” soft but firm as she averted his eyes and stared at the wavering reflection in her teacup.

“Justice did not save me, but love kept me going“she professed softly eyes meeting his as his pace raced did she mean him?

She coughed awkwardly to dissuade the silence as she quickly looked away.

“The oratrice is a machine that ignored our feelings and reasons for your actions. What you did helped free all the children and bring light the truth for justice” she asserted.

“The hydro archon of justice didn’t even deign to oversee the trial and overrule the situation and I cannot forgive that.” She said radiating a cool anger his behalf in her hard words which warmed his heart but reminded him she was still fatui.

Wriothesley’s hands tight on the teacup

“So back to business what did you come here for?” Wriothesley casually put out trying to deescalate the situation.

“I actually came on official business…” she trailed off voice switching to bland business as she placed her instrument down and sat herself down in his office for a private meeting after the musical performance.

“I guessed as much” Wriothesley hummed as he brought out cookies from Sigewinne and offered to which she politely refused with a nod of her head.

“The matron of the house of the hearth Hestia, requests you to release my wards Lyney and Lynette” she said her voice distant and formal. Her fatui mask slipping in place as she fiddles with her finger anxiously and the nervous tic of nibbling her lips was still there.

Ah, looks like the little fatui bird walked into her own trap. Wriothesley thought sipping his tea with sharp teal eyes.

“Sit have some tea” Wriothesley welcomed her with gesture to the couch. As he set out the necessary cutlery for teatime.

“Then we’ll talk about the price” Wriothesley smiled observing how her position stiffened. Elegant , composed, cool unlike the warmth she had while playing her music.

There was deeper reason hand just to see him that she was here. Who knows, maybe only to get back the children not to see him?

She was no longer shy stuttering sweet child replaced with a lady of cold resolve and determination. The cold anger of unfulfilled justice simmering beneath a cool surface. She had always been good at putting on mask whether happy or cold to suit her needs.

Wriothesley made peace with his choices and repentance, but she had never truly healed from. Perhaps he did not either but hid it better.

“I accepted the archon of love for help rather then, the archon of justice who failed to see underneath the waters what was happening to us.” She reasoned pausing for moment to catch her breath as the room blurred for a moment.

“Back to the topic at hand.” She calmed down cold again and detached. Sipping the sweet tea and slowly clinking the teacup to it coaster in her hand,

“We are part of different factions now but have the same goals. The knave as a native to Fontaine seeks to solve the prophecy. So please show those children some leniency” She relayed voice soft as she pleaded rubbing her eyes.

“True we but doesn’t change the fact you all trepassed on my territory and breached several laws to do so. “ solemnly sipped his tea cyan eyes piercing.

She opened her mouth to protest but went slack voiceless as her hand fell. She paused blinking rapidly as the room blurred the teacup falling with her hand as the drug took effect.

“I’d hate to waste tea but would do it to keep you safe” Wriothesley joked but tone complex soft a d sad that this was the only way. His face as furrowed his brow heavy with complex emotions as he clasped his hands on his knees before moving slowly to right herself before she fell on the couch.

Why Wrio? Her voice faint,Hurt and breathless as drowsiness swept over her. A vulnerable plead using an old nickname as children do when she asked something of him sweetly that he didn’t want to do.

The realization in her eyes darting frantically. Realization dawning too late that something in the tea she drank was making her sleepy. The worry foremost being the cjildren as always.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy and keep an eye on them for our old friendship.”

Wriothesley softened and said smoothly and catching her hand in his and laying her down on the couch.

“I’ll protect you now too…” Wriothesley promised as he brushed back a lock of her hair and arranged he to sit comfortably “

A feeble lift of the head pleading sad eyes as she fought in vain the drugs effects. Her eyes blinking drowsily until she slumped over the couch and her eyelids closed in sleep.

“Just slip into sleep until this conflict passes. Ill take care of it like I always did.”

This was no children’s fight though although kids were caught up in it.

Bigger forces such as Fontaine, the hydro archon, the fatui and the prophecy were at play.

As if straight from a storybook.

But he was no prince though he wanted to be for her and kissing sleeping girl was a violation not fairytale kiss of true love he amusedly mused.

Wriothesley stroked her hair. Eyes soft and sad. How funny their roads would cross again like this. He couldn’t have her involved with conflict to come with the fatui. She was still his soft spot.

Watching her slip into sleep from the tea till the chaos was over.

The songbird would be much safer with clipped wings in his care.

“This time I’ll begin show and makes sure it ends the right way” he promised as rifled through papers preparing to meet with the next visitor. Waiting for Lynette and Lynney to arrive to discuss negotiations for their mother figure the matron for the house hearth. All to get an audience with the knave about what the fatui were up to in the prison.

For surely, the knave saved her once, she would surely save her again? Right?

Hestia who played her flute while Fontaine burned.

Papers for Prison Warden

Classified: Investigation of the House of Hearth as a Fatui Organization

Alreccchino. Director of the House of Hearth Orphanages.

The Knave, The second Fatui Harbinger,

Previous orphan of the House of Hearth,

Native of Fontaine

Cursed.

Goal is to steal the hydro gnosis from the hydron archon, claims to want to stop the prophecy, and investigate the oratrice.

*The second harbinger and presumably second strongest. High risk. Invetsigate with Cuation*

Stage & Fatui Name: Hestia

Suspected as Arlechinno’s, second in command.

True name: Y/N

Occupation: Maestro of the Opera Epiclipse &

Matron of House of Hearth and Acting Orphanage Co-Director in Fontaine.

- Suspected second in command Fatui member of fatui and unofficial fatui diplomat representative in Fontaine.

- Musical talents were sponsored by an adopted parent who died in a housefire and suspect is the knave .

Is guardian to the following also suspect of Fatui Spy activities:

The magician Lynney , Fatui Spy , Orphan of the House of Hearth, Suspected next head of the house of hearth. Ward of Hestia

The magician’s assistant, Lynette. Fatui Spy, Orphan of the House of Hearth. Ward of Hestia

The diver, Frémont, Fatui Spy. Mother dead. Orphan of the House of Hearth. Ward of Hestia.

So, before I write smut, I had to create a character that reader may or may not be lol. It just easier to write giving an oc the role in my mind and replacing it with reader lol.

- Wrio turned out soft yandere? So technically the ‘enemy’ fatui like lynney sent undercover and reader a fatui representative Hestia a matron of hearth while archilinno away and acts as representative to fatui kind of secretary and publicly orphanage director and caretaker to the kids including lyney.

-her fatui connection and name Hestia is not well known except by authorities like harbingers, and wrio, neuvilette. Most think it a stage performance name…

OC Hestia has separate post here.

OC Background Context

Hestia is the public face of the house of hearths orphanage and performs for donations and acts as a fatui representative at times in political mattes in Arlechinnos absence but is not a fighter.

She runs the daily duties of maintaining and funding the orphanage for the house of hearth but rarely involved in their schemes. Having been added to old to be an agent unlike Lynsey and lynett.

Hestia Is a public figure who put on charity performances to fund the orphanage and mediates fatui relations with Fontaine like an ambassador or diplomat.

Hestia uses her reputation as well like musician and guardian of the kids to enter the to prison to pull Lyney and Lynette & Fremient out of a risky mission situation (investigating the oratirice quest)

However, fails as wrio drugs her to fall asleep as he doesn’t have fight her given her loyality is with the enemy fatui and because of their past history as fellow orphans that grew up as childhood friends.

Enemies to Lovers Star crossed lovers, Past childhood friends vibe

Smut separate one-shot on Oc based on her as Wriothesly’s childhood friend.

On furina

Personally, I believe Furina didn’t join Wrio’s trial as too upset by proceedings being so dark and unable to do much. She was also was more human than god and so failed to know about the corruption with the orphanage which is big thing and was surprise they didn’t catch it sooner in Fontaine the nation of justice of all places….

Hestia POV doesn’t know this and to her the the Sentence against Wriothesly was not carried out well and from victims perspective she saw it as wrio being punished for saving them…

#male yandere x reader #yandere imagines #female reader smut #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesely #wriothesley #wriothesely x reader #wriothesely genshin #yandere male #male yandere #yandere #soft yandere

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raz-writes-the-thing · 2 months

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Your Time (TWD One-Shot)

Negan Smith x GN!Reader / requests are open / 18+

Summary: You reminisce over your relationship with Negan and look towards the day to come. Based on the prompt "memory."

Fic type: reflective smut lite, violent in nature, extremely deranged relationship, these hoes do not be healthy in the head

EVERYTHING: @winchxters (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

TWD: @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"Aw, come on, babydoll, don't play coy with me," Negan's lips spread into a smirk, his eyes boring holes that felt as though they were digging right down into your soul. "I know you love it when I play the big bad wolf."

He was right, of course. Negan was always right. Before the sky fell and the world turned entirely to shit, you'd considered yourself a decent person. Maybe even a good person. But that was before and this was now.

Negan had found you a year or two into the shit. He'd found you curled up, covered in grime and ready to take out the Achilles of the next person who looked at you wrong. Negan had seen past that, as he usually did. He saw past the right now and into the what-can-be of a person. It was one of his many talents.

He'd seen you for what you were. A bloodthirsty killer with a thing for reassurance and praise. Negan knew he could use that. Sure, you'd tried to fit in for a while. Be the goody-two-shoes who baked for the soldiers and wore cute cardigans (not that cardigans had anything to do with being sweet. You could certainly still kill a person in a pastel cardi if you pleased).

Eventually, though, you grew bored with your own charade. You'd spent a good long while out in the muck, killing and maiming and stealing from other survivors. Your fingers began to itch for an outlet and once Negan was made aware of this little urge resurfacing, he was sure to provide you that sweet escape.

Traitors, thieves, enemies. He let you at them all. You were his best investigator, and yes, while you were severely fucked in the head, you were his. He was yours, too. Negan loved your ferocity, your drive. He loved that you were unapologetically violent and cruel, and you made a pretty match for his Saviours leader personality.

Now that wasn't to say you were always itching to rip someone a new one (and sometimes literally). Like Negan, you needed a break here and there. You could be sweet, caring, and more than affectionate when you were in the mood. Just like Negan. It was one of the reasons you both got along so well, from what you could tell.

The couple who decompress with cuddles together after ripping a prisoner's fingernails off stays together, after all.

"Maybe," you ventured, walking your fingers over his bare chest as you both looked up into the stars. God, he was so... firm. So strong. He was perfect for you. You didn't need him to protect you, and you both knew it, but it felt nice that he could if you wanted him to. "I had fun tonight."

"Me fuckin' too, darlin'," Negan replied, a rumble of affection emanating from his chest. Fun could mean a lot of things, but tonight, fun meant having fucked each others' brains out while the latest batch of fuckwits cried over the loss of their friend about eight feet away from you both. Morbid, yes, but also, very hot.

You pinched at Negan's nipple teasingly, giggling at the way he swatted your hand with a hiss.

"Don't be mean, doll." He pulled you closer by the hips and planted a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on your lips. He forced himself to pull away for a moment. "We got work to do tomorrow. You ready for that?"

You nodded, rolling your hips over his groin. Negan sucked his lower lip into his mouth, eyes glinting with heat. "Play the damsel," you relayed, grinding down on him again in harsh circles. "Get inside, scope the place out and sneak out after dark."

Negan's fingers flexed on your hips, his hips rolling up against yours now as well.

"Uh-uh," he tutted. "I think there's something missing from that plan of yours."

You pouted, bringing your hips to a halt. "Don't kill anyone."

"That's right, baby. Don't kill anyone. Your time will fucking come, sweetness, don't you worry about that."

If nothing else, you knew Negan to be a man of his word. If he said there'd be time for your hobbies, you sure as fuck believed him.

#one shot #the walking dead #negan #negan smut #negan smith #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #negans thirst squad #the walking dead fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan #negan x you #negan x y/n #the walking dead fic

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sineala · 2 months

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Um,Excuse me in Layman's terms in seems like in a post regarding Civil War it says that Tony is willing to sacrifice lives,...they make it sound like he's willing to...Kill his friends or something!?Deep down I think that I know it isn't true, but anyway I hope that it wasn't meant to be written that way,Either way this question is meant purely beacause I Love him and I'm...seeking reassurance I guess!? 😢💔

I don't know what post you're talking about -- but I would say that that's more of a figure of speech for comics Civil War, because finding a solution that will preserve life is absolutely Tony's priority. He's willing to do a lot of bad things so that people won't end up dead. The things he is willing to do do in fact involve other people getting hurt -- but they're not dying.

(If it's my post, I don't remember writing a post like that, but I would say that "sacrifice lives" is being used as a metaphorical proxy for the other things he is willing to sacrifice (say, freedom), but the thing he is specifically not willing to sacrifice in CW is actual human life. So I hope I didn't write that, because that seems prone to misinterpretation, as you say. If it's not my post, then... that's not how I would put it and I'm not standing by that statement.)

I'd say that in other comics events we have evidence that Tony would in theory be willing to sacrifice others' lives for the greater good. I mean, in Hickmanvengers, specifically, he is participating in their incursion trolley-problem. He builds bombs to destroy the other Earths. When it comes down to it, of course, he can't pull the trigger, but I get the impression that, in theory, he'd say that he could sacrifice a small number of people to spare a larger number of people who would otherwise die by inaction. (He also can't actually do it, FWIW.) He's not an arms dealer anymore, no, but he's also not a strict pacifist; I think you could get him into a situation where he'd think that the best moral choice possible might involve someone dying. And there are definitely villains whose deaths he would condone -- I mean, that's what we get in Operation Galactic Storm. He has killed people. He's not proud of it, but he's willing to do it. (This is true of most superheroes, I would think.)

But in Civil War? The plans he makes are specifically to avoid getting other people killed. We find out his reasoning in Casualties of War and The Confession. He knew that the government had plans to run Project Wideawake -- the Sentinel program that is usually the thing the government tries to do to mutants -- with all superhumans as the target, and therefore he knew that if Registration happened, and Wideawake happened, a bunch of of people would die. So he gets in there and gets in charge of Registration and does a bunch of things that are really pretty terrible, like building prisons and imprisoning his friends who don't register. He does this because imprisonment is a better choice than death. Because if someone else runs Registration -- we know this canonically, from What If Civil War, where we see a world in which Gyrich runs Registration -- his friends are absolutely going to die. He very specifically picks the solution that doesn't involve killing them. He is willing to sacrifice their happiness and freedom and so on, and he's willing to do that because the other choice is sacrificing their lives. So I think in CW he is very specifically not willing to sacrifice lives. (Other than his own. There are a few statements he makes to Sentry in New Avengers that suggest he'd be fine with dying for the cause.)

And the thing that really messes him up is, as we find out in The Confession, that he does all of this to try to keep people safe and alive... and Steve dies anyway. The one person whose death he was most trying to prevent is the person who dies anyway. Granted, it's not his fault (even though he believes it is) and it's also not because of Registration (even though he possibly believes it is), but what really, really hurts him is Steve's death, because that was absolutely unacceptable to him. And it happened anyway.

So, yeah, no, in Civil War, I would say that life is the thing Tony is not willing to sacrifice, and that all the actions he takes are meant to preserve human life.

However, I must inform you that sometimes comics are bad and there are multiple comics where Tony does in fact straight-up kill his friends. It's just that none of those are Civil War.

Mostly it happens because Tony is under some form of mind-control, as in The Crossing, which is, incidentally, the worst comic book I have ever read and it's hard to say what he does or doesn't believe in it. But I think that we're supposed to think that all of the murders he commits are indeed at Kang's instigation.

And there is, unfortunately, Cantwell's recent Iron Man run, in which Tony, who is at the time addicted to morphine and making some very bad decisions, gets the Power Cosmic and murders Rhodey when Rhodey tries to stop him from taking over New York. This isn't a villain AU or anything. This is one of several reasons that this run is dead to me. So, uh, sometimes canon itself is OOC and can contradict things previously established in canon. This is a fun thing that can happen in comic books. I am using the word "fun" sarcastically.

#replies #asknoeloftheresistance

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Who is the nicest out of the Tails Squad?

Keep in mind that the members I haven't mentioned here are the ones I know nothing about (like STC Tails and Shogakukan's Tails) because I haven't consumed those iterations yet.

Now, let's see here;

AoSTH and SatAM are little guys but they are the squad's certified manipulators. They can be absolute menaces anytime they want. AoSTH will make so much fun of whichever villain makes the mistake of encountering him that the other would regret ever seeing this child

Classic is a sweetheart. He also killed an entire armada of birds by using bombs

Nine won't hesitate to shoot and kill and destroy if he finds an incentive. This child craves violence.

Depending on the matter and his mood, Boom Tails would either be a nice child or the 'gang up to bully this specific adult' child. He won't hesitate to whine and complain when annoyed.

X! Tails is a very nice and helpful fellow. He doesn't hold grudges and even ignores the hurt he feels at possibly being replaced (I swear, I love anime Sonic but he lost a lot of points for ignoring his lifelong best bud in favor of a selfish & over possessive rich boy who just wouldn't leave it). Anyways, that rant aside, he is one of the nicest fellows but he will go full kill mode if sleep deprived and you bother him & there's no Sonic present to reassure him. Also, he is a determined fighter and the captain of a space craft.

Mangey is feral. Unless he gets spooked enough to hide or you're a Sonic, he growls or pounces or scratches or bites

OVA Tails has a temper. Annoy him or upset him in any way and he'd scold back tenfold with a few curses mixed in.

Detective Tails means no harm but he will accidentally find out and reveal your most embarrassing secrets.

IDW Tails has several moods. He's a nice kid if you're a friend, he will gang up with his fellow counterparts to trick people, he will be ready to help you out even in the middle of the night, he has inescapable prisons ready and takes no nonsense when serious, he has camping equipment that's much more complex and dangerous than any regular camping supplies, he will crash a giant shuttle without a warning, he uses the elements of deception and surprise, he will also create blasters with nothing but rusted junk in the matter of barely minutes if given the incentive, is an expert hacker, inherited Sonic's sass and recklessness.

Prime Tails never gets upset unless it's something serious and forgives easily.

Modern is a genius. Gets quite angry and upset when annoyed and pretty much unstoppable when determined. He is a good boy but he banters with Sonic on the daily and has thousands of comebacks and sassy quips in his arsenal. He will tease and annoy someone on purpose if in the mood.

Archie Tails once nearly killed his lifelong best friend and brother because he felt deeply hurt and betrayed over losing his crush to the other (as if romantic crushes are so much greater than familial love 🙄). Also abandoned that person in an alternate future over something I am unable to recall. He is the exact opposite of nice when he gets upset. And it's not too difficult to get him upset.

Smithy is sweet, helpful, kind and skilled. He also has a good eye for all kinds of blades and creates the most expertly crafted weapons. He is probably the nicest person in Camelot.

Going by the stories, Ali has probably allowed 40 beings to be burnt alive with boiling oil. Do not try to attempt anything against him. He is patient and wise but he doesn't fear to inflict the most disturbing horrors on those who he feels deserve it. And people who... OH NO... I am so darn glad rn that Sonic's counterpart in Secret Rings is supposed to be Aladdin and not Qasim! (When I tell you that the Arabian Nights tales were horrific and not for kids, know that I am dead serious.) Just... Don't get on his bad side. If he is given a genuine reason to take someone down, he'd put even Nine to shame with how violent and painful his methods can get.

Sails is a swordsman and a pirate. He might not be the most genius but is definitely among the most skilled in combat. He also enjoys stabbing and slashing and electrocuting people and holds a thirst for thrill & adventure.

Tails Wachowski. Little guy, sweet child, carries highly advanced weapons in his backpack and stole two vehicles in the span of 24 hours. Also hit Knuckles with a car and later let the car fall down a cliff with the echidna still on it. Almost gave their dance fight competitor a heart attack by pulling out life like holograms. Has a cute little, deceptively childish looking laser gun and has a plasma ray blaster in his backpack. Uses the power of puppy eyes to get what he wants every time. 'The baby with a knife' so to speak.

.......

I believe that Prime, Smithy and X!Tails are the nicest ones.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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i love your writing :( i’m a new fan! i was wondering if you could write a headcannon for mingi as a ‘badboy’ or ‘punk’!!! or something along that genre cause i think it’s super cool :,^)thank you!

mingi as a bad boy / punk (headcanons)

genre: bad boy/punk! au

word count: 0.5k

warnings: cursing

author notes: sorry for the delay on this one 😭😭 i hope this is what you were thinking of, and i hope you enjoy! thanks for the request dear <3333

so mingi is the stereotypical case of a 'good boy gone bad' yes this is your sign to stream it 💃

he was kind of an awkward boy in middle school. an average grade student who, for the most part, would keep to himself and do his own thing

maybe he was influenced by the friendship group he grew up with. a rough bunch who kept getting themselves into more trouble. it got worse and worse for them. but in the later years of high school, he felt it was easier for him to go along with their troublesome ways rather than to get new friends

it was a lifestyle he just sort of... fell into

but soon that didn't matter anyway

he enjoys being known as a delinquent by his peers. he thrives off the attention he gets when he's just pissing around with his boys

he's not rude to everyone unless he has reason to be. he just doesn't take anyone's shit. so people both respect and fear him

enjoys getting away with things. mingi loves causing a scene and especially loves rebelling against an authority figure of some sort, especially when he walks away unscathed with the satisfaction of knowing he hasn't been caught yet

however, while others like the rush of being close to getting caught, mingi doesn't particularly get off on the feeling. like if his group decide to consume a wall with bursts of graffiti spray in a busier part of town, mingi will join in, but will constantly be looking over his shoulder, second-guessing his decisions and breathing heavier than usual as he sprays the paint

he typically goes along with what his friends do. he's not one to be the leader as he prefers to let others make the decisions same tbh, but will join in with their antics the majority of the time

i think he likes the social safety of being in a group, yk? he likes the reassurance he has people to go to. but because of his friends' reckless behaviour, sometimes that reassurance isn't enough for him

there's a self-preservation in mingi's nature. his overall priority is himself. if his gang are drunk off their heads and doing something stupid like a serious crime, he's out of there

like he's not gonna hang around and wait to get caught?? he's running FAST

there's a sense of guilt that comes with this. 'should i be more loyal to my gang?' is a question on mingi's mind as he protects himself from yet another chaotic situation. but he realises he would rather be 'selfish' than be put into prison

he still has a sensible head on his shoulders, at least in severe situations. the rest of the time he can as be immature as anything

as part of this lifestyle, he is used to flirting around a bit. not as much as the others, but it still happens. despite always feeling awkward in the past, he has grown confident in himself. he knows he's handsome as hell. and lord knows he's a sucker for a pretty face

#mingi #song mingi #ateez #atz #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #kpop #atz scenarios #atz imagines #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #ateez mingi #mingi ateez #ateez au #au

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OTP ask 😉 ! Krisnix: 10, 14, 30, 39, 42 ; Estelanor: 2, 5, 18, 30, 51 please?

So I ended up splitting this up into two different posts, because I ended up rambling a good bit. The Krisnix was already done. And I am putting the EoA OT3 beneath the read more.

(It is rather lengthy and I didn't want to scandalize the EoA fandom too much with my unhinged thoughts about a "problematic" OT3 ship that (probably) no one else has ever thought about before or since. So here goes...

Esteban/Elena/Victor

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Of the three of them, Victor is the least likely to have "nightmares" in the traditional sense (i.e. one the evoke fear and/or anxiety), but it isn't too uncommon for him to have dreams that make him sad. Mainly dreaming about the happy days early in his marriage with Ash--when Carla was still small and they were a proper family. Or he'll dream about being cast out of Avalor with his family shortly after the invasion and being unable to return for over four decades. Or he'll dream of the other two during the Dark Times™ and wake up feeling melancholy that Elena was isolated in the amulet and Esteban under Shuriki's thumb for forty-one years. Victor can't help but feel a little guilty and sad that he wasn't there to keep the others safe or even just provide a little humor--and even guiltier when he remembers that he spent decades feeling jealous of Elena and resentful towards Esteban, so its unlikely that the selfish person that he was then would've done anything different if he'd had the chance.

Even though he is least likely to have nightmares himself, Victor is probably the best at calming either of the others down if they have nightmares. (He does after all have practice doing so with Carla). He will carefully stroke the hair off the sweaty brow(s) in question and quietly croon the same lullaby that he used to sing Carla to sleep with. He doesn't have Elena's vocal talents, but his singing voice is soft and gentle and the words of the song are reassuring. And it's usually only a matter of time before the others drift back off to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, Elena has nightmares A LOT. Most often, she dreams of her parents wrapped up in Shuriki's green smoke or the dark, cold silence of her amulet prison. But occasionally, other dreams creep in. Shuriki victorious and making Elena watch as every one of her family and friends are killed in front of her with her powerless to stop it. Orizaba blotting out the sun for good and all Avalor being trapped in the dark. Elena's emotion magic failing to revive Esteban after he teleported in front of Cahu's sand grain for her--even though she has forgiven him even if only in the dream.

She is also, however, pretty good at comforting the others when they have nightmares. Without fail, the first thing she will do is use the "glow" spell on the scepter to bring some light back into the room. (This is particularly effective when Esteban is the one who has had the bad dream, as he does not handle waking up in the dark and afraid very well). She speaks very calmly and very slowly--and asks first before offering consoling cuddles. (Again, Esteban does not always want to be touched depending on the dream he's had and what sort of mental place he's in after it). Sometimes, she will use her scepter again--specifically the "illusion" or "truesight" to bring a up a vision of something calming and comforting.

(It is worth nothing that I do headcanon Elena and Esteban have a bit of a strong psychic link due to their crystal well connection. So I think one or both might be able to "sense" the other having had a particularly bad dream. And on the nights where they are apart from each other, they will not let distance stop them from comforting each other. Elena can and will wake up one of the Guardians to fly her whenever Esteban is. Esteban will reach for his staff and teleport to Elena's side. And after they do this, they make a point to "check in" on Victor as well to see how he is doing/make sure he feels included).

Esteban, meanwhile, has the most frequent nightmares of the three. Shuriki and the Dark Times™ is naturally the most frequent source and subject of his dreams. Esteban is forced to recall the horrendous things that she did to Esteban's family, his country, and to Esteban himself. And more than that the things that she made him do that horrified and disgusted him and broke him in ways that he did not even know that he could be broken. It's almost a relief when he has a nightmare that does not concern Shuriki in some way and instead focuses on one of the other frightening times from his life--those times when he dreams of his parents ship going down, of Elena and Luisa disowning him, of Ash and Zopilote inevitably realizing that they could just kill him to drain Takaina's magic out of him and into themselves, of Cahu turning his abuelos to stone and Esteban not being able to teleport in front of Elena before the same fate befell her.

As he is usually the one (though not always the only one) who needs be comforted after a nightmare as opposed to doing the comforting, he has the least amount of practice at post-nightmare calming. Nevertheless, he has a few go-to strategies. He will usually teleport to the kitchen and back and come back with a jug of water, a few glasses, and some wash cloths on a tray. He will pour a some water into a cup and hand it over to the person(s) who had the nightmare(s). He'll also dampen the wash cloth with the cool water and then trace smooth, sinuous patterns with it across forehead(s) and the back of their neck(s). He'll also encourage the other(s) to count to ten and back with him, while also leading them into slow, deep relaxing breaths until they calm down.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

(I'm basing this primarily on the scenario of my w.i.p. where Esteban has moved out of the palace into a house of his own and most of the OT3 times happen at his new home--to avoid scandalizing the rest of the Flores family or putting Carla in a weird spot).

Victor cooks dinner for the other two, but Esteban retains custody and control of the pepper shaker so that Victor doesn't go overboard with the seasonings yet again. Elena is only allowed to help with gathering ingredients, chopping vegetables and setting the table, etc. because otherwise she is a kitchen disaster (also Esteban and Victor still feel a bit weird about ordering their queen around even if they know she's always happy to help.) After dinner, they sit around and have a quiet evening together. Victor has been promising for awhile to teach Elena how to play (i.e. cheat at) poker--much to Esteban's discomfort--and how to throw knives --much to Esteban's even greater discomfort, so they will often go into the other room and be chaotic, while Esteban works on paper work by the fire. (I tend to headcanon that post-canon redeemed Esteban either stays on as Naomi's assistant chancellor, takes over the bookkeeping and inventory for Luisa's chocolate shop, or does both--so either way there is always a lot of paperwork for him to do. ) When they're each done for the night with their little side projects, Esteban, Victor, and Elena regroup. Usually, there will be guitar playing (Esteban and Elena canonically play, and Victor probably knows how to as well) and singing and/or dancing. Other times, one of them (usually Esteban) will read aloud to the others from the latest popular novel.

When they start to get tired (but not too tired...if you catch my drift), they make their way into the massive bed in the bedroom and... [redacted].

18. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

I am assuming that "fur babies" refers to pets and not like an omegaverse situation, lol. This is actually an interesting thought as like...I'm not even 100% sure that cats and dogs exist in Avalor. I'm pretty sure they do given that there are some in Sofia the First and the little dog sculptures that come to life in the Valentina episode. But like...apparently, jaguars are extinct in the Sofia-verse, according to sunbird oracle and I don't think we see regular cats or dogs again at any other point, unless I am forgetting something. So like...it's possible that they don't????

But I'm just going to assume that cats and dogs do exist even if we don't see them.

Something about Esteban just screams "has allergies" to me, but I'm not sure I can put my finger on what exactly. Other than just me projecting onto him even more than I already do. But even if he does have allergies, it's very possible that the crystal well cured him of this, so that he can enjoy the furry darlings in peace.

I would say that Victor has dog energy, Esteban has cat energy (if he's only just now gotten over his allergies), and Elena has both. Assuming the royal household doesn't already have cats and dogs, they will probably soon acquire some for maximum cuddles.

I would like to think that Victor and Carla will get a dog at some point. It was a probably a tough and resilient stray from the wrong side of the tracks--not unlike the Delgados themselves. Victor probably wasn't too sure about it at first, but honestly, he can never say no to Carla and it's not exactly an unpleasant thing to agree to. There will inevitably be puppies at some point, because the thought never occurred to Victor to get the dog neutered once they agreed to take it in (And if the thought did occur to him, he probably would've resisted anyway because "why should we deprive the dog of one of life's greatest joys.") Victor and Carla will probably keep one of the puppies, and Elena who fell in love with the puppers at first sight will probably keep at least one more for herself (and the rest of the royal family)--and they'll make sure that the others go to good families.

Another thought that I had is that perhaps Elena uncovered an illegal magical animal trafficking ring in Avalor and put a stop to it. And maybe one of the animals that they discovered was a jaquin--specifically one that has been raised in captivity and/or had its wings or claws damaged in some way. They probably originally intended to return it to Vallestrella to live with the other jaquins, but it was eventually determined that due to its special circumstances, the poor thing might not survive out there on its own (even if under the protection of the other jaquins), so it actually makes more sense for it to live in the royal palace. Elena takes excellent care of her new "pet that isn't exactly a pet" and makes sure that it can socialize with Skylar and the other Guardians--as well as with the royal family and friends.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Victor and Elena are both very into Esteban's little adventure outfit (God, they're so me-) --with the three whole buttons undone on his shirt, no jacket or cravat, the scarf belt wrapped around his waist and those sinfully tight trousers. So, the two of them (ganging up on Esteban as a group as they often do) are often able to persuade him into their outfit of choice. And unless there is a particular reason for Esteban to dress more formally, he can usually be persuaded. It's nice that he's able to dress more casually now than before, and he knows how good this looks on him.

(On a related note, Victor absolutely *hates* Esteban's yellow jacket that he wears for formal court functions. And so he does have a long-standing fantasy of asking Esteban to wear it to bed one of these nights so that Victor and Elena can literally rip it off him and tear the hated thing to shreds. But Victor hasn't acted on this impulse. Yet.)

Victor is also very into Elena's little adventure outfit with the tunic and ye olde skinny jeans. This is slightly for thirsty reasons. (He doesn't really get to admire her very nice legs when they're hidden beneath her skirts, but he can when she wears trousers.) But he is also aware that Elena is more comfortable in this kind of outfit than in her more usual "queenly" attire. Also a more casual look suits her very impulsive, headstrong and easily-distracted personality. Far easier for her to climb a tree on a whim this way. And Victor loves seeing Elena at her most "Elena," and she's very comfortable in her skin in this outfit . (Victor has not yet had the privilege of seeing Elena in her skintight fencing gear yet, or he would have a new favorite. And this would be entirely for the thirsty reasons. No one could ever say Victor Delgado is a saint. Not even close.)

Esteban, meanwhile, likes seeing Elena dressed like the queen that she is. The finest of gowns, the most extravagant of jewels. All should see her and be instantly struck by her beauty, her radiance, her goodness, her majesty in any and every sense of the word. Every Avaloran citizen's heart should swell with awe and pride as they clasp eyes yet again on the greatest queen in all the Ever Realm. Of Elena's canon outfits, I would say that Esteban's favorite is probably the red ballgown that she wears for official court functions throughout the show (and the one that her face character wears in the Disney parks). Red is after all, Elena's signature color--just as it is Esteban's own--and it is a very flattering one on her indeed. He would probably try to get Elena to accessorize the dress a bit more than she usually does. (A necklace that matches her crown, a jeweled broach at the center of her belt, rings on every finger, etc) though I can't say that he would be super successful.

Victor's only has two canon outfits and neither of them are particularly great. (The Dracula-core malvago cape is certainly memorable but not particularly flattering or the kind of thing that Esteban or Elena would care to see him again). So I am going to let Esteban and Elena find something new and better for him. Victor won't mind. He's always liked the finer things (too much for his own good), and he's delighted to be the "sugar. baby" for two royals who have very refined and expensive taste (Esteban) and love to spoil their loved ones (Elena).

Essentially, I think they would look for a more flattering and more upscale version of his "regular" canon outfit. Shirt with waistcoat, trousers and cravat. Elena and Esteban will make sure that Victor has his share of jackets too, but unless there's a particular reason why Victor needs to wear one (weather or a formal occasion), I think they'd prefer he go sans jacket with just the shirt and waistcoat. Victor is rather broad-shouldered and from the little we can see through his jacket, he seems to have some nice biceps on him too, so it would be nice to have something that will show off his arms a little better.

Based on my initial impression, green ( to match his eyes) and black would probably be the most flattering colors for Victor. And given that we see him wear these colors in his "regular" outfit, we can presume that Victor likes them reasonably well. So I think Esteban and Elena would probably focus on a lot on these shades when adding new pieces to their novio's wardrobe.

I think that they would particularly look for a patterned waistcoat, like the kind we often see in the Georgian and Victorian time periods (or even like Julio Guzman's Magister of Trade vest on the show itself). Nothing too over-the-top mind, but given that Victor is a rather flamboyant person in general, I think he deserves something a little flashier and more ornate now that he can. Preferably ones in green, black, or both is kind of the vibe I think they should strive for. A few examples below:

I also think Victor is confident enough to pull off a black blouse with his waistcoat. He's a retired thief and an ex-malvago, so he definitely has more-than-a-bit of a "bad boy" edge to him and that would be reflected in his wardrobe. I also think Elena and Esteban would probably find that very attractive (even if Esteban would never admit it). So they make sure that he has a black shirt or two in addition to the basic whites. And neither of them complains too much if Victor desides to forgo the cravat entirely and leave the top few buttons his black blouse undone beneath his waistcoat.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Well, Elena canonically has her emotion magic, so literally all she would need to do is *feel* a profound sense of love for either of the others and her dress would turn pink and they would all know what was meant. That being said, she is very open and affectionate in general, so she is constantly telling the others verbally or through little gestures how much she cares about them. I feel like physical touch is her primary love language considering how physically affectionate we see her with her family and friends throughout the show. So, she is constantly reaching for the others' hands, kissing their cheeks, placing a hand on their shoulders, booping noses, etc. Victor naturally responds to this right away as he also a very physically affectionate person. It takes a bit more getting used from Esteban (even platonically, it was a lot), because he's naturally more reserved and because he's profoundly touch-starved (to the point of being overwhelmed when he first started getting more physical contact from people he likes). But now he thrives on it.

Victor shows his affection for the others in a lot of a different ways, most of them somewhat casual. He uses pet names for the others a lot. (Esteban has gone from "El Segundo" (derogatory) to "mi/nuestro El Segundo" (affectionate) to Victor. Meanwhile, Victor calls Elena "mi reina" ("my queen") and "jaquinita" ("little (female) jaquin")--which is just so cute I could scream.

Additionally, cooking with or for the people he cares about (see also: Carla) has always been a big thing with Victor. So he would constantly be doing things like trying to learn how to make various foreign dishes (ex: ramen or sushi from Satu, souvlaki from Corinthia) that the other mentioned trying/enjoying on foreign diplomatic visits. Or making (over-peppered but otherwise very tasty) soup whenever the others are feeling sick.

He also spends a good bit of time trying to make the others laugh--especially Esteban because his laughter is so comparatively rare (and therefore so much more precious). Cue Victor telling the worst fucking jokes you've ever heard to try to get the others to chuckle. (Elena thinks Victor is genuinely hilarious because her sense of humor is just as bad). He also is known to play particularly imaginative pranks (including ones on himself) to try and get the others' attention. Esteban is frequently just rolling his eyes at Victor, but there is a very amused twinkle in them when he does so.

Esteban's love language is a combination of acts of service, little gifts, words of affirmation, and physical touch that is perhaps best described as noticing and remembering things. This is partly due to the fact that "noticing and remembering" everything was quite literally his job as chancellor for over four decades. But another major factor is that Esteban spent most of his childhood wanting and waiting to be noticed and remembered himself, so he's especially sensitive to wanting to make sure that his partners feel seen and valued.

He never needs to be reminded about birthdays, anniversaries, holidays coming up. He is always on top of things and has been making careful plans for weeks (if not months). He will, however, very carefully and gently remind the others about the upcoming important date if he fears that they have forgotten. (They often need the reminder. Elena in particular).

And not even just the "big" things. He'll remember a book that Victor casually mentioned and then go search for it so that he can read it too and discuss it with him. He'll remember that Elena can sometimes get anxious whenever she has to make a big speech in front of crowds, so he adds a little note to the top of her scroll that says something like "You've got this, prima. It is a wonderful speech, and I know you will deliver it well. But even if by some bizarre chance it does not go well, I am still extremely proud of you and grow prouder every day." And of course, this is just the little pep talk Elena needs.

He notices Victor moving his head more carefully and rubbing his neck. Cue Esteban drawing him a warm bath and offering to massage Victor's tired back and shoulders until he feels better. He's not *consciously* tracking Elena's "courses," (that would be a bit too creepy and invasive for them both), but he is nevertheless mindful of the subtle changes in Elena's mood and health as any given month goes on. So he is nevertheless ready with a box of Abuela's chocolate, ye olde warming pad, and ye olde ibuprofen before Elena even asks for it.

Basically, Esteban is just always paying attention and always looking for a million quiet little ways that he can make his dos queridos ( and all of the rest of his family and friends to be fair) feel cherished and noticed in every way.

#vicestebalena #my beloveds #elena of avalor #victor delgado #esteban flores #elena castillo flores #i was trouble finding the exact waistcoats i was imagining in green so i had to recolor the first two ( from original blue) in photoshop #which is why they look slightly off but i hope you see and understand my vision #most of the roccoco/regency/victorian waistcoats i could find in green were either solids or too “light” a color than would suit victor #victor can be a little fancy boy as a treat but he shouldn't ever be a complete fop (that's esteban's job)#elena and victor have very similar senses of humor imo. as in terrible #do i have much canon evidence for this? not really apart from elena's bad jokes and how cringefail (affectionate) 'don't look now' is #but i know it in my heart to be true #victor's sense of humor is a bit more l.e.w.d and elena is a bit more likely to over-explain a terrible pun #but overall they have super similar vibes and they crack each other up while esteban rolls his eyes and suffers in the background #ironically victor is probably the most grounded and emotionally mature in this relationship for the most part...#but he has the sense of humor of a 12 year old who just discovered innuendoes for the first time #additionally victor doesn't do any knife throwing in canon but i just...I know in my heart he can and that he's really good at it #i mean he was a thief on the run for over 40 years without magic; he had to have learned how to defend himself #this trio is everything to me tbh #and to think this all started b/c i thought estevictor would be h.o.t and then discovered estebalena not long afterwards #and then accidentally put a brief vicelena moment in the estebalena i was working on #and then my third eye was opened and i realized i could in fact have them all at once and that it would be so so good #i just think after all esteban has been through he deserves to be smothered in affection and attention and validation #and the others are happy to deliver and to receive the love that esteban is so desperate to give in return #ask memes

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 month

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||An Officer's Corruption part twenty-five||

Hello there dears, Peahen mom here but I'm going to add another part to this mini series. I hope you like it.

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||Drabble Summary||

Another day is here in T prison but it was time for the annual meeting with the wardens to give up some information to what is going on so far. Warden Kinie was part of this with the others but what information will be passed during this? Read to find out.

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Kinie Ger, Fin Reer, Joshua Star, Kukuclan 'Ethan' Gaol and anyone else mention belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Luna so-yeon koboyashi, and Aiyana “Willow” Phoenix and others mentioned are my OC's and belong to me. Dazai Osamu is from the anime Stray dogs but is also a muse I rp as.

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'Your kidding me right!? Are you serious!?'

Warden Kinie sighed sitting at her desk looking at the computer showing other screens with other people. Today was the annual warden meeting. It was held every three months or more depending on the situation. Right now, they were having one to give some updates right now.

"Calm yourself Warden Reer. I mean what I said and I'm not lying." she said with a quiet voice but he said nothing else. So it was true. The given thought from her note.

'How can I be calm about this?! You do realize how dangerous your inmate is and his followers!? If Summer, Spring, Fall, and Winter gets free they will destroy everything in their path. I know we have two of them in my prison, one is at Officer Kali's prison, and the last one is at Joshua's prison!' Fin said annoyed now.

"You think I don't know that!? Besides, I was told about how dangerous they are but I was also given word that it was fine. I'm sure...the inmate Rex will keep them under control when they do get out. We agreed that they will be brought here with him or for him to meet them." she said.

'Still....' He sighed but Kinie looks to him seeing the other wardens worried.

"Listen, I know it sounds bad but it's not. As long as we stay calm it's fine." she said in a stern voice.

'You say that but it's hard to believe those women to behave themselves. Given their recent old history..it worries me.' Fin said.

"Oh come on, Fin. I'm sure it's going to be fine!" Warden Great said to him but reassures it's going to be fine. He along with other wardens knew the risks but maybe it was a good thing. Even from reading their old history before being caught got some worried but didn't question it.

"Anyway, we are getting off track. Does anyone else wanna give their report?" Kinie said seeing the other wardens being quiet.

'I already started giving my report. After the recent close break out, we had to double security and a apology note for the female officers in my prison. That or given the fact some of the inmates are weres like me and my team.' Fin sighed to look at the screen. 'Even so, thanks to Officer Jackal it was taken care of....' he said.

"Okay. Anyone wishes to go-"

'I would go next! We got some new inmates at my prison! It's pretty nice to finally have some fun for once! It's always been boring here.' Dazai smiled but the others blinks with Kinie's eye twitching.

Oh, right. He was also in this too but he was a weird warden but she knew better. Even if his personality didn't show on the outside, Warden Osamu was dangerous man. She's seen what he does to the bad inmates that disobey his rules. Even when he had the lovely horrors as officers. His prison only took the most dangerous men and woman all over the world.

'Though, I like this new chance of pace! Finally, I got some fun here! X3' he laughed but Kinie felt a vein pop ready to cuss him out but calms down.

"Good to know. Warden koboyashi what is your update?" Kinie asked. Luna tried not to wince hearing that last name but keeps that to herself before going for her turn.

'So far, it's been a long road for my prison. We haven't got any new inmates but...we are having a situation dealing with one right now. Or at least helping with the medical situation.' she said rubbing the back of her head.

"A situation with one of the inmates?" she asked.

'It's hard to explain but I can assure you it's something that's being worked on..' Luna said.

"...Hmmmm I see. What about you Warden Joshua?"

'Everything is fine where I am thanks to a inmate. She's b..been helping with keeping the inmates calm so we haven't had any fights or activity so far...or at least I'm hoping it stays that way.' he said.

"Hold on, you mean that inmate with the blood of a demon succubus?" Kinie asked. "You mean she's the one that keeps the dangerous inmates cool?"

'Y..Yes....'

"........."

'Isn't that dangerous to do that though Joshua? What if she tires to harm you and the others?' Fin asked.

'Believe me, s..she won't. She hasn't done anything like that when a..arriving here. She's helped with calming the inmates down even insuring no violence happens...though, she's been a big help. That's why we are waiting to see something of her patrol...if she gets it.' he said.

'As long as I g..give payment for her help.' Joshua mutters.

"Wait, payment?" Kinie asked. "What sort of payment?" she asked.

'I..It can't say it's a private matter ma'am..' Joshua said that Kinie shook her head but understood in a way. Most inmates were smart so depending on which one makes those sort of deals were dangerous but smart.

"Well, you might be in for a shock Joshua but I won't say." Kinie knew Sukuna was serious about this. Given the fact that man was something it tells a lot. Powerful and dangerous at the same time.

"What about you warden Gaol and Warden Phoenix. Anything new?" Kinie asked seeing the two blink but look at her.

'Nothing at out part ma'am. Just the regular type of business. We did have a close call with a heavy impact involving gang members trying to bust into the prison but it was taken care of thanks to our officers..' she said.

'True. We have seen recent activity because of it so we had to triple security with Officer Ellis as well helping. Right now, things are calm but we are still trying to be sure nothing else goes wrong for that time.' Ethan said with arms crossed.

"I see...."

"Well, I take it you all are doing alright with your prisons even with the recent events. Though, I still suggest you keep on guard..even if the ones that is dangerous is there till they are let out." Kinie said but looks to everyone. Fin was hesitant but he felt the bite on his shoulder ache. He didn't want to tell or show that he was bitten by Winter a while ago but he keeps calm.

'You know this is pretty exciting to see how this might go for us. New adventures awaits us!' Dazai said happy.

"Will you take this seriously!?" Kinie said but saw the other waving his hand not minding her anger. Though, he heard Kinie can be scary when she's pissed off. However, they knew better in some case.

'I am taking it seriously but I'm just so happy for the new faces here. It tends to get boring seeing the same thing over and over but now it is different!' he said giggling but Kinie facepalms to shake her head.

"And how is that part of your report!?"

'Beats me.' he laughed.

"Anyway! Just take it to note that even if we have these situations going on, remember everyone has a chance to change...isn't that right Officer Phoenix?" she said seeing Willow remain quiet. Ethan knew but he looks worried.

Willow and her team used to be inmates back then before Ethan found her during her arrest. Though, with help and time she changed for the better like her team. Even Agana was a dangerous criminal before changing her ways to join Ethan's force.

"Though, I'm sure most of you have ways to deal with that." Kinie sighed to check the time. "Now, before we end this meeting is their anything else you all wish to add?" she said.

'..Tch no.' Fin said.

'N..No..' Joshua said.

'Nope.' Guam said.

'Naw I'm good..' Dazai said happy.

'No..' Luna said.

"Then we are done. I hope to ear from you during your reports again..have a good day and good luck to you all." Kinie said before ending the call. The other wardens were silent but Fin was looking down.

He grits his teeth now gripping his shoulder but said nothing. He felt it was dangerous to let that woman out but..he calms down to sigh.

"Fin?"

"I'm fine Ahmed..I guess we'll have to be sure or keep a eye on the two to insure they don't do anything evil. I..I don't know what will happen but we have to maybe think of a way to keep those two under control.." he said.

"I'm sure we will..but for now, we need to head back. It's time for their daily free break.. I'm sure the other officers including Officer Jackal being back from his break. I heard Officer Brooks will return tomorrow since she says she's alright now..." he said but Fin nods standing up as the two leave.

With Joshua he was quiet after the meeting but he looks quiet knowing of the pack he made though, he still felt a bit weak after feeding Ashley today. He just hopes she will keep her end of the pack they made. For now, he shook it off and goes to do something.

He had to insure she was alright but with the big help, Ashley was helping a lot. For now, he would go check on her later on but for now, he would let her have time to herself. He even heard Hellmare and Maggie watching over their inmates.

~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~

The inmates at Northen State Penitentiary was now showing all inmates in their cells for their break time. Some in their sections grumbling, keeping themselves busy or just trying to ignore the fact they were stuck in here.

In area D, everything was calm even showing Officer Jason keeping guard on the other female inmates. Though, Gin was still in her isolated cell from the others. He can tell she was one dangerous person but he will have to ensure she don't attack others from now on or worse. With a sigh, he sees the others eating their food quietly. Officer Charlie was down there keeping a eye on them just in case they tried anything.

In area E, Matt was eating something but keeping a eye on his own group too. Most of these inmates were pretty dangerous but none would dare bother Matt. The last few that tired ended up with broken bones or worse. He's someone you are not to mess with though, he was wondering if Ryu in his Isolated cell was behaving. Maybe he was or not. It was fine. He was like a bad hellhound puppy but it was alright.

In area F, Sid was checking the list of the inmates to insure they were all here except for Chuuya who was in his own isolated cell for his behavior. She could hear his shouting and swearing from down the hall but she only sighed pushing her glasses up.

Though, in that area, Gin was annoyed while sitting in her small cell. It was quiet here but she was looking ahead hearing the jingling of the handcuffs on her. She leans her head back wondering of her big brother. He must be just as angry as she was and Chuuya as well.

For now, she might be here for a bit till they let them out. Though, she was hoping to find a plan to get out or maybe she'll have to take care of Jason instead.

Ryu was wondering of his sister true but he was looking down with his eyes darkening. That jerk knocked him out for a while but he wouldn't not have it! If he got out, he'll have to get back at him. Even when he knew Chuya was thinking the same with that Sid woman. Yeah, they were thinking of something but what?

~~~~~Later on at T Prison~~~~~~~

The inmates had the afternoon outside to do whatever they liked after breakfast. Though, Yuji along with Kisho and Megumi were following him and sitting down. He was drinking some water now while Kisho was eating some thing.

"..Seems like another day for everyone huh?" Megumi asked seeing Yuji nod.

"Yeah but hey, it's pretty good. My big bro says things are going well but it was nice to have a conversation with him once in a while." he chuckled. "Though, I'm sure today will be fine.."

"Same here.." Kisho said but he saw the Six claws minding their own business with Rin arguing with Denji on eating the last piece of cake at lunch.

However, while they were relaxing, something breaks that silence.

"Though, today is pretty-"

"YOU HEARD ME! I WANNA HAVE A SHOT!!!!!" a inmate shouts but everyone looks in that direction wondering what was going on. Yuji with his friends along with the six claws blinks but looks seeing some inmates were glaring at Officer Vanguard, Officer Vin-Shia, and Officer Violet heard this confused.

"Wait, what are you talking about??" Jinx asked only to see the inmate lean close but looks to her.

"Meaning, we wanna see just how strong you ladies are. If your tough as you say..then fight a few of us! Show us your strength!" he said.

"Eh???" Jinx and Ink was confused but Kali was annoyed.

'Wait.....they were gonna what!?' Yuji, Kisho, Megumi, and the six claws thought but the other area was now hearing this. Now what was going to happen now?

Though, they had no idea just how dangerous these three were.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #A Officer's corruption part twenty five #the fractions of NYC #older Kinie ger #older fin #older Ethan #older Joshua #older luna #older aiyana #Dazai Osamu #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer #officer demons au

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also btw. just wanted to point out how Boundless Sands and the Las Nevadas Finale (no matter HOW u feel about them) both made attempts and imo did a GOOD JOB at handling the conversation about recovery. neither c!Wilbur nor c!Quackity were perfect and clearly in the beginning or in the midst of a messy road to healing but w the letters and w Friend being in limbo + c!Wilbur going home we see like. the characters were WORKING on healing and being better as people. and that to me was not only a testament to how much cc!Wilbur and cc!Quackity loved their damn characters, but was also something that really reassured me. you know as someone who has had their own mental health issues too (clearly) and has been in the throes of the recovery process for a while. shits messy and shits unclear and you relapse but you TRY and cc!Wilbur and cc!Quackity did a good job being both gentle & real about the trying part.

versus the fucking “DSMP vol 1 finale”, aka a stream that was clearly coordinated (bold word choice of mine, implying anything here was really planned) by Dream and only included some of the biggest streamers (For all the DSMP season 3 / prison break stream had faults, at least more than 5 fucking people were on the server doing things !!!), had HORRIBLE messaging about the process of healing. Ppl have gone back and forth about how bad the whole Tommy Dream “reconcilation” thing was, and I didn’t watch the stream so I only know bits and therefore can only be taken w a grain of salt here. BUT i think that the fact that (1) Tommy was even entertaining the thought of making amends, or if you think that he was making amends at the time, with Dream NOT APOLOGIZING and no follow up to show that forgiving abusers doesnt absolve their guilt and also u dont have to forgive abusers and also Tommy wasnt at fault . and also (2) that the finale involved THE ENTIRE SERVER BLOWING UP which not only signifies that these characters NEVER got a chance to heal but also ensured everyone excluding like c!Q and c!Wil NEVER COULD. Is fucking horrific and disgusting to me.

and not to even talk about Dream as a person bc I have so many fucking thoughts about how all that makes the messaging surrounding power dynamics in the finale So much worse (and is the reason I have yet to watch the stream bc I will just trigger myself thinking about that).

So fucking disgusting to see how the dsmp finale happened, with NO regards to the majority of other streamers, just Dream and whoever could mindlessly tag on that happened to have pretty big viewer counts (shocker), and completely throwing out the characters and the story that have been built for YEARS. Versus how streamers like Quackity and Wilbur handled things, INCLUSIVELY and COMPASSIONATELY and fucking EXCELLENTLY, in my opinion.

#nightmare.discourse #discourse #ok to rb #Ya i know some of the Wilbur streams were kind of weird but being realistic I didn't expect perfection #clearly everyone who was part of those streams gave some amount of shits and tried #and the Las Nevadas saga was fucking fantastic like #ppl gave ccQ a lot of shit at the start of the turn in how lore happened #which tbf ppl also give like ccRanboo shit and its like I don't think that's right either #like critique on all ends deserved but my point is like #neither singlehandedly ruined everything and ppls hostility towards the more pre planned lore stuff ccQ was doing was. Undesreved. imo #bc he fucking SLAYED that lore and that lore was GOOD and Exciting #like think abt the lineup we had in Las Nevadas we got ppl from all corners of the SMP in on it #idk. Idk. idk.#feel horrible for newer members and smaller creators. feel less horrible about the others though some of them its like #Dream 0 sympathy Tommy a smidge and maybe a little more to like . Creators that got fucked over more #whatever. Idk what im talking about just. thoughts.#the coding of the finales felt weird to me

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2. When Icarus Fell

“Eve.” “...” “Eve!” Evelyn groaned in pain, opening her eyes to look at the person who dared trying to wake her up. This felt like one of those bad hangovers, only a thousand times worse. “Eve!” the voice said again. Evelyn turned her head around, not being able to find the source of that voice, letting out a frustrated groan. “Evelyn don’t do that, you were sedated.” Another voice sternly spoke. “What?” she finally replied, her throat feeling sore like she slept a thousand years.

She finally recognized the voices, they were coming from behind her seat. She turned around, cursing herself for not listening to the voice. “Jaha? Griffin?” She said, not believing that her two old best friends were on the same ship as her. This would be just as awkward as she anticipated.

“Yeah… long time no see uh?” Wells said with a sad smile. She had missed him while in prison, and even if he came now and then to say hello during the first months, he stopped after a while, probably bored by the girl's monotonous responses.

Clarke instead was just staring blankly at her with an expression that Evelyn couldn’t quite read, which was strange since she was pretty observant. “What are you doing here?” Clarke finally said, giving her a suspicious look. She never came to see her when Evelyn got locked up.

Evelyn stayed quiet for a bit. They wouldn’t understand , she thought. They already saw me knocking off a guard, they don’t need any more reason to think I’m a total basket case.“Stealing medicines…” she finally replied, keeping her eyes low. While Wells looked like he believed her and sent her a reassuring smile, Clarke was looking even more suspicious than before, her face still a mask of indifference.

That girl wasn’t dumb, Evelyn thought with a sigh. “And you? Why are you here?” She asked, trying to change the subject. “Wells got arrested for attacking a guard and… well I think you already know why I am here…” Clarke said and glanced at Wells, who looked embarrassed. Obviously she knew why Clarke got locked up: she knew the Ark’s secret, just like her and Wells, by what she heard. She also heard that Wells turned her father in for the same reason, and judging by the embarrassed look Wells had on his face it must be true.

But she didn’t have much information since she was locked up three years ago. When she first saw Wells on the ship, she thought that she was going insane. There was more possibility that all the time locked up drove her to madness then the Chancellor's son being part of the delinquents.

Evelyn was so focused on thinking why Wells turned in Clarke’s father to notice that the two were now fighting. When she realized she turned away embarrassed and tried to comprehend what was happening.

They were really going to the ground.

Just as she turned back she realized a boy was staring at her. A boy who was definitely too old to be on that ship . She recognized his jacket as a guard one, even if it was too worn to be his.

Only then she realized that he was talking to her but it was too late.

“Are you deaf by any chance?” He asked as he clicked his tongue in an annoyed way. “What?” “I asked you a question like three times but you didn’t reply” He explained shrugging. What a rude person she thought. “Oh sorry.” Evelyn replied shortly, glad that she was still high. “What was the question?” She asked then. “I asked if you were Marcus Kane’s daughter.” Oh of course, now not only was she known as a raging psychopath but people already started to recognize her as another raging psychopath’s daughter, she contemplated.

Being Kane’s daughter wasn’t exactly a good thing,especially in a ship full of delinquents who hated him. The people on the Phoenix hated him because he didn’t privilege them like many others seemed to do, the people on the Walden and on the Colony hated him for locking their kids up and floating their friends.

Fantastic .

“You are a guard, aren’t you?” She retorted. He looked worried for a second, then nodded. What a strange group of people she thought. “Then you know who I am.” she concluded.

The boy gave her a strange look before nodding and focussing his attention back to the wall in front of him.

“So, since I think it’s obvious you’re not one of us, how did you get in there?” Evelyn asked. She had a weird feeling about him, even though she tried to brush it off since she didn't like anyone who talked to her.

He sent her a look full of what could only be described as pure terror before replying under his breath “None of your business.”

She just shrugged and turned her back at him. She wasn’t really willing to make friends or to talk. She was just going to mind her own business and let the more ambitious ones do all the work.

Just as she turned around again she heard the little screen in front of her turning on, playing a speech given by the chancellor Jaha. “Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now…” he started saying. She closed her eyes, not really caring about what he was saying. But she didn't miss the worried look on the guard's face when he saw Jaha.

Weird .

She was almost falling asleep as she was already exhausted. She needed whatever they shoved in her neck to wear down before hitting the ground if she didn’t want to look completely out of her mind. Which she already did.

But just when she started relaxing she heard a loud crash, followed by someone’s scream. The screen abruptly shut off and she started panicking again.

At this speed they were going to crash.

She wanted to be a pilot, when she was still a child and everything was still possible. People found it weird that the daughter of one of the most important beings on the Ark chose such a job. Pilots came from the Walden, sometimes from the Colony. Never from the Phoenix.

You had to be little to squeeze yourself in those cubicles, and she was one of the few people who weren’t malnourished on the Ark. It was a dangerous job, pilots often blew up in the atmosphere because of some malfunction, or ended up without a limb.

But Evelyn had the habit of not giving a fuck, and signed up for it as soon as she was old enough to. She never finished her studies, but she was going to die on a rocket ship anyway.

Quite ironic. Quite sad.

Evelyn gripped her harness so hard that her knuckles turned white, and was glad that whoever put her on that seat was careful enough to buckle her safety belt. At least she wouldn’t be catapulted from what was now becoming a burning oven dropping from the sky.

Small pieces of burning metal rained on her and the rest of the passengers as the ship was quite literally exploding. Evelyn let go of the harness and brought up her arms around her head, covering it from the hits as tears of pain came to her eyes as the little pieces impaled the skin of her neck and arms.

Sparks started to fly and the lights went off. The propulsor started to roar almost loud enough to cover the screams of terror coming from the delinquents as they fell from the sky. Her metal seat started to burn, and she felt the urge to take off her jacket, but she knew that if she did the skin would end up raw in a few seconds from either the boiling seat of the splinters flying around.

We entered the atmosphere, we were going to die , she thought.

The only thing she could think about was that old story she had read when she was still on the Phoenix, about a boy falling from the sun. His father had given him a pair of wings to free himself but he flew too close to the sun and they melted.

Icarus.

She indeed felt like Icarus, who came too close to the object of his desire and was now plummering to his death. Evelyn never liked the Greeks too much, but at that moment she wished that she did, so that she could remember what happened to the guy.

She could probably figure out the answer for herself.

She looked out from the porthole at the green and light blue colors flashing in front of her, roaring flames around the window, before she closed her eyes for what she thought would be the last time, preparing herself for the fatal crash.

The roaring sound became a piercing screech and a wave of pain ran through Evelyn’s body as her scream joined the others’, the ship shaking so hard that a few delinquents were ripped from their seats and thrown against the walls.

But the fatal crash didn’t come. Well, there was a crash, but it wasn’t fatal.

At least not for her.

A pair of guys were lying on the floor unconsciously, a few delinquents peering over to check on them.

Were they dead?

The ship was deadly silent and the air smelled like fried metal and blood, a smell that made Evelyn’s stomach turn in disgust. Everyone was glued to their seats, afraid that if they moved they would discover some injuries.

The girl moved her fingers and her feets, then her arms and leg, trying to find if there was a broken bone. There wasn’t. She checked her arms for any injury and touched the back of her neck to see if there were some splinters stuck in it.

When she realized that she was overall fine, even though her neck hurt like a bitch, she tried to take her harness off as quick as her shaking hand permitted and headed to the lower level with buckling knees. She didn’t spare a glance to the two corpses below her feet.

“Just back it up!” She heard “the guard” yell and weirdly everyone listened to him. Evelyn didn’t understand what the problem was and why didn’t he just open the goddamn door but then she saw Clarke making her way down to the boy.

“Stop!” She yelled, “The air could be toxic.”

“Just what we needed.” Evelyn mumbled, causing a boy behind her to laugh. She turned around to look at him. He seemed ok, beside the goggles he had on his head.

“I’m Jasper, Jasper Jordan.” He said “And this is Monty Green.” He continued, looking at the boy beside him. The other guy seemed okay too, maybe a little less crazy than the first one.

“Evelyn, nice to meet you.” She replied, purposefully not saying her last name.

Then she turned back to look at Clarke and the boy discussing if the door should be opened or not. Evelyn shook her head in disapproval. If the air was toxic they were already dead, so they could just get it over with and open the door.

“Bellamy?” A pretty girl said with wide eyes.

She looked familiar, Evelyn thought.

Then it clicked. That was Octavia Blake, the girl who got hidden under the floor for 16 years. That meant that the boy was her brother. Of course now it made sense to Evelyn why he was on that ship.

“Oh my god, look how big you are.” Bellamy said.

She felt bad for them, maybe even a little jealous since she knew that no one would risk their life for her like Bellamy did for Octavia. Maybe it was better this way she thought, since she was damn sure she wouldn't risk anything for nobody.

If there was one thing that she learnt from her father was to put herself first, if she wanted to survive. She looked away, wanting to give them their privacy, but clearly not everyone agreed with her.

“Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked Bellamy.

“Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year.” Octavia spat, clearly annoyed by Clarke's interruption.

Silence fell on the ship as everyone looked confused.

“No one has a brother!” a boy shouted.

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden under the floor!” another girl replied.

Octavia looked furious, as she was ready to attack all of them, but Bellamy caught her. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” he said to her.

“Like what?”

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.”

A smile formed on the girl’s face as she glanced one last time at her brother before advancing towards the door, Bellamy working on its opening.

That was it. The moment that Evelyn both feared and was waiting for.

Bellamy opened the door and colors surrounded them.

The first thing that caught Evelyn’s eyes was the colors, a deep blue and green surrounding them, much different from the gray and black they were used to.

The sky was blue, the trees and grass bright green. It looked like a painting. The air was full of smells that Evelyn couldn’t comprehend. Some delinquents were holding their breath, afraid that the air could be toxic.

Octavia took a step out the ship, then another.

“WE’RE BACK BITCHES!” The yell filled the air as she jumped out the dropship, everyone running towards the exit, excited to be there.

Evelyn started to look around once she stepped out of the ship. She shielded her eyes with her arm, not familiar with the sunlight. A smile of pure joy formed on her face.

At first she could only see the colors, not the shapes. Flashes of green and blue surrounded her as she spun around, taking in as much as she could. The trees were so much taller than she expected, and the sky looked endless. Her head was spinning and she took a big breath like it was the first time she ever breathed.

It looked like they landed on a circle shaped glade with a wood around it. The sky was deep blue, the grass was green and thick. It looked like a dream.

“Wow.” She heard Wells whisper behind her.

“Yeah I know.” The girl replied breathlessly.

It seemed like this time Icarus lived.

For now at least.

#fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #evelyn kane #bellamy blake x oc #bellamy x reader #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake #clarke griffin x reader #clarke griffin fanfiction #clarke griffin #the 100 #charlie brooks #james parker

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homunculusrune · 4 years

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❝ I’m good, amigo. The bleeding’s all internal. That’s where the blood is supposed to be.❞

Kiddo, you’re the blood expert here, how well does that work out for people you’ve stabbed in the past.

#➳ Ignited | IC #orlonditherose #left this one from last week by mistake!#Prisoner is bad at being reassuring friend but he is pretty good at like #knowing at what rate internal bleeding messes up your tuesday

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zep-writings · 2 years

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It has always been you

ONE SHOT.

Summary: You have been Chris’s assistant for the past two years. Fast friends, things have now changed between the two of you and you’re not sure if it’s for the worst or the best.

Warnings: Talk of abuse, heart break, sex.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader.

Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story. I do realize Chris is a real person and therefore everything said in there is pure fiction.

This is a shot one shot that I really enjoyed writing. Hope you’ll like it.

Chris Evans Masterlist || Main Masterlist.

February 2021.

It had been two years since you had joined Chris’s team and started working for him. At the time you were just coming out of a difficult and abusive marriage which had screwed you up pretty bad and you were drowning yourself into your work. It hadn’t taken a long time before Chris realized you weren’t sleeping well and when you did you were having nightmares. He knew you were working way too much so he took the time to get to know you. By being his assistant, you two spent a tone of time together and pretty soon, you started to get to know each other pretty well. Chris started trusting you pretty fast and when things were going a little crazy he turned to you, confided in you. He opened up about his past relationships, his family and even confessed how hard it was for him to handle his job sometimes. He loved it, he truly did but the celebrity that came with it wasn’t his favorite thing. On your part, you had started to open up about your failed marriage and how it has messed you up in so many ways, still hunting you to this day.

You had met David a few years earlier via common friends and had fallen pretty fast and hard for him. You two had started dating a few weeks after your first meeting and soon enough you were walking down the aisle, in love and hopeful to start a family. However, things didn’t actually go as you had hoped. From the day you were married, you started to notice changes in David behaviours. All the sweet attentions he had toward you slowly disappeared, and he showed a side of him that terrified you. Insults and violence replaced the kisses and the tenderness he had once showed you. It became a habit, something you almost got used to and you became distant toward you friends and your family, withdrawing yourself. You had tried to walk away or at least thought about it multiple times, but every time he did something that would make you stay. After barely two years of marriage, you ended up in the hospital with broken ribs, a broken wrist and many bruises and he was arrested. After a trial, he was sentenced to a few years in prison and, from that day, you decided to take a new start. You moved to the other side of the country, settling in in Los Angeles and that’s when you started working for Chris.

Talking to Chris about everything you had been through had been really hard and it had taken a few months before you fully opened up to him. But once he was aware of the whole story Chris was nothing but supportive, patient and amazing with you even if deep down he just wanted to kill the bastard. Even as you confessed to him that you somehow felt like all of this had been your fault, he had been the most wonderful friend. He had listened to you, supported you, reassured you and gave you hope that one day you would find someone that truly deserved you. He was the one who pushed you to take of yourself, to see a therapist and ever since he had always been in your corner.

Throughout the years, Chris and you had become very close and really good friends. So much that it only took about a year before he invited you to come visit Boston and meet his family. You had been extremely nervous. You had never been to Boston, you actually had never travelled much before working for him, but you were anxious about meeting his family as you knew exactly how much they meant to him. However, things went amazingly, and you completely and utterly fell in love with all of them, growing especially fond of his mom and his brother. Lisa had been absolutely wonderful with you, sweet, caring and reminded you a lot of your own mother. Although in the year that followed, it was Scott you grew closer to. Scott was a ray of sunshine in your life and every single time he saw him, or simply talked to him, he never missed to make you smile. He was the first one to notice things changed between Chris and you.

Scott noticed the way his brother looked at you, his eyes sparkling in a way they hadn’t in years but also how Chris always seemed to relax and smile when you were around. For some reason, you managed to ease him and silence the anxious thoughts in his mind just by being around him and Scott loved that. He noted how tactile the two of you became, Chris always reaching for your arm or your hand. Truth was Chris and you couldn’t spend much time apart without missing each other dearly. cott looked at your relationship change and even if he could have intervened, he didn’t say anything to either of you. Of course, he would talk with his brother to try to get him to confess how he felt but Chris was really a stubborn bastard at times, so he never did. In fact, Chris never thought you would feel the same way, just like you never thought you would be good enough for him.

You had been in Chris’s life for two years and you knew how much people loved him, especially when it came to women. Chris was handsome, nice, honest and you weren’t really surprised to realize how many girls dreamt of being with him. He was always surrounded by gorgeous women and you you were just… Ordinary. You liked to stay home, hanging out with your friends and your family. You liked simple things, just as Chris did, because he was very down to Earth, another thing you loved about him, but never in a million years you thought you’d have a chance with a man like him.

That night of late February, you had a contract to bring to Chris and as you drove by his house you got lost into your own thoughts. It had been a while since you had felt like this, so close and so connected to someone. It had been even longer since you felt the things you felt for that man. It had hit you a few weeks earlier that the place Chris has taken into your life and especially into your heart was huge and it truly terrified you. The last time you had fallen for someone it had gotten you into a very bad place and you weren’t sure you were quite ready to face those kinds of feelings again. So you just kept your feelings quiet, acting like a friend, as you always did with him. Unintentionally you had even took a little distance from him and he had noticed.

When you parked your car in front of the actor’s house you spotted a few other cars including Scott’s. Chris was probably having a party and for a second you thought about leaving and coming back the next day, but the papers were important and couldn’t really wait. You stepped out of the car and walked toward the door, ringing the doorbell. Quickly Chris’s face appeared at the door, his cheek already slightly flushed by the alcohol he probably had been drinking and this charming smile you loved so much spread across his lips. His eyes quickly met yours and his smile grew wider.

“Hey love! What are you doing here?” Chris wondered even if you could tell he was happy to see you.

“I’m just dropping a contract for you to sign. I won’t be long.” You explained, smiling gently at him.

“Is it the one you told me about?” Chris pushed the door to let you in as you nodded. “Let’s go to my office, I’ll sign it.”

Quietly, you followed him into his home office. You had spent a lot of time in his house with him over the last year, sometimes crashing in his guest bedroom and knew the place like the back of your hand. Entering the office, you laid the contract on the desk and looked at him as he quickly flipped through. He was handsome, very handsome in his tee-shirt, a little too tight on him, and a cap resting backward on his head. You watched him as he signed the papers, bitting slightly on your lower lips.

“Want to join the party? I’m just having a few friends over, Scott’s here too.” Chris offered standing stood up from the chair he had sat in a few minutes earlier.

“Nah. I’m a little tired and I think I just wanna chill at home. I still need to watch the last avengers movie, remember?” You answered with a smirk on your face.

“You can do that another day.” Chris chuckled.

“I’m still gonna go home, but thanks for the invite.” You said, picking up the contract he just had signed and placing it back into the folder she was holding.

“Well, look who’s here?! Hey gorgeous.” You heard Scott’s voice say as he appeared at the door, his own cheeks flushed by the alcohol.

“Hi Scotty.” You grinned as he pulled you into a tight hug and you wrapped your arm around him.

You loved Scott, you truly did but you knew that standing here with him and Chris meant you will never be able to leave the house.

“So, what did I hear about you going home?” Scott said innocently and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “You know there’s no chance you’re not staying at least for a drink, right?”

“No really Scott, I’m tired, I just wanna go home.” You tried to argue.

“Come on, stay a little, pleaseeeeee.” The younger Evans begged, making puppy eyes at you.

You bit your lower lips as your eyes flickered to Chris and just by his look, you know you were screwed. You could never say no to the Evans’s brothers. “Fine. Okay, but just for a little while.”

“Yes!” Scott yelled, throwing his fist into the air and leaving the room to announce your arrival to the rest of their friends.

Chris chuckled and shook his head. “You’re soo bad at telling him no. Every time he makes that face you just end up doing exactly what he wants.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re worse than me! You would literally kill for your brother.” You retorqued.

“Not even true.” Chris replied innocently.

“Right, keep on telling yourself that.” You chuckled. “Plus, I can’t help it if you Evans boys are so damn charming!” You added, blushing slightly when you realized what you had just said.

“Oh really? Good to know.” Chris winked at you and left the room as you groaned and shook your head before following him.

****

You wanted to stay only a few hours, at least that was what you kept on telling yourself and yet it was nearly 3 am and you were still here. You were sat by Chris on the couch in his living room, a glass of wine in your hand, filling quite tipsy as you listened to Chris and his brother talk about childhood memories. You loved to hear them talk about their life and could do it for hours. You three were the only left, all their friends had left about an hour earlier but, the truth was, you weren’t quite ready to go home. You felt at peace with them.

Scott yawned loudly. “Well, I think that’s my cue to go home guys.” He said standing up and stretching with another yawn.

“What? Already?” You blurted out with a small pout.

“Says the girl who, only a few hours ago, didn’t even want to stay for a drink.” Scott teased chuckling slightly.

“Well, what can I say, you guys know how to make a girl want to keep drinking.” You chuckled.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing.” Chris laughed, his hand flying to his chest.

“Anyway.” Scott dropped a kiss on your forehead, fist bumped his brother. “I’ll see you soon guys.” He announced before leaving. Scott had a house only a few block aways from his brother’s.

All of the sudden, you were left alone with Chris and realized how close you two were. You finished your drink and turned to him.

“Maybe I should go home too.” You spoke.

“You can crash in the guest room if you want.” Chris offered, a soft smile on his lips.

“Nah, I should go home. I have some work to do tomorrow.” You explained ad you stood up but immediately felt your head starting to spin.

You were about to lose your balance when you felt Chris’s arm grab yours and you collided slightly into his chest. You looked up at him and your eyes met his.

“Yeah, I’m definitely not letting you drive or take a cab.” Chris said firmly yet gently, his voice warm and loving and you swallowed hard. Boy what that man did to you…

“I think that might actually be a good idea…” You whispered as your arms grabbed hold onto his biceps and you felt your heart speed up in your chest.

Why was he so gorgeous? Why did he look at you the way he did? You couldn’t help but glance at his lips for a second as his did the same.

“Chris…” You started but the truth was, you didn’t know what to say.

His hand dropped gently on your cheek as your eyes looked back up in his. His nose touched yours, your heart about to burst out of your chest and suddenly his lips were on yours. Without even a second thought you responded to the kiss, moving your lips against his and closing your eyes. His lips were sweet and tasted almost like strawberries. His breath smelled a little like alcohol, but you couldn’t care less. Suddenly, you were hot, very hot and all you wanted at was for him to keep on kissing you they way he did. But, too soon, his lips left yours and, as you opened your eyes back, you saw the doubt in his eyes.

“I… I’m sorry…” Chris stammered as he stepped back, and his hand ran nervously into the back of his neck.

“Just kiss me again…” You whispered, one of your hands wrapping around his t-shirt.

“What?” Chris opened his eyes in surprise. “I just…”

“Shut up and kiss me, Chris.” You repeated, alcohol clearly helping you sound more confident than you actually were.

You didn’t leave him time to do it and you were the one to kiss him again, your lips crashing on his. His hands flew to your hips as yours wrapped around his neck, bringing your two bodies closer together. Quickly things heated up as your tongues started to dance against one another, your hands discovering each others body and you both moaned with desire. You had been waiting for this to happen for so long that it almost felt unreal and a part of you was excepting you to wake up from that dream at any moment. But it wasn’t a dream and his hands slipped under your thighs, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Kissing your neck, your jaw and then your lips, Chris made his way to his bedroom before dropping you on the bed.

“You okay?” Chris asked, a little out of breath, his eyes dropping into yours to make sure you were okay.

Silently, you simply nodded before pulling his tee-shirt over his head and glancing at his torso. He was gorgeous. Soon, it was his turn to pull you up a little, gently taking off your tee-shirt. For a second, you felt very self conscious, sitting here half naked in front of the man you had been in love with for months. Unconsciously, your arms wrapped around your own torso, trying to hid yourself before your noticed Chris’s eyes.

“Don’t…” Chris softly whispered, taking his hands in his and intertwining your fingers together. “You’re gorgeous.” He added and you felt yourself flushed.

His eyes were filled with love and sweetness. His eyes dropped back on yours, into a loving and gently kiss. From there, Chris was the one to take the initiatives, making you feel good but also making sure that everything he did was okay with you.

****

When you woke up the next morning, your head was pounding, and it took you a moment to remember what had happened last the night, or should you say earlier this morning. Chris’s was laid next to you, still asleep, his face buried in his pillow and one of his arms was wrapped around your waist. You looked at him and it hit you.

“Fuck…” You whispered to yourself, biting down your lips.

Slowly you pushed Chris’s arm from your body, trying not to wake him up, and you sat up, rubbing your face with your hand. You had screwed up, big time. Chris was your boss, one of your best friends, and you were convinced this would make things weird and hard between you two. Your eyes filled with tears as you grabbed your clothes spread around the room and quickly got dressed. You started to make your way toward the bedroom door.

“Hey…” You heard Chris say, his voice filled with sleep, and you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “Wait. Are you leaving?” You could clearly hear the deception in Chris’s voice, and you felt guilty, biting your lip to avoid the tears from falling.

“I…” You started, trying to find the words. “Look we just… We screwed up.” You added turning to look at him as his face dropped.

“What do you mean?” Chris asked, standing up and slipping on his boxer.

“We shouldn’t have slept together. You’re my boss, Chris.” You explained trying to hold back your tears.

“You really think this was a mistake…” Chris whispered, deception and hurt in his voice.

“You’re my boss, Chris” You repeated, your voice starting to shake. “And one of my best friends. We shouldn’t jeopardize that.”

“Maybe we’re not jeopardizing anything.” Chris stepped closer to you.

You looked at him and bit your lower lips. Truth was, you didn’t regret sleeping with him, you never could because you loved it, you loved him. And if there was a slight chance he actually liked you, you would’ve loved to give a try, but you were sure he didn’t. You dropped your head, looking down at your feet and playing nervously with your fingers as a tear ran down your face.

“I don’t think it was a mistake.” Chris admitted in a murmur.

“What?” You asked in disbelief.

“I don’t think it was a mistake because I like you. I have for a while now.” Chris continued and you felt your heart speed up in your chest.

“Why?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Because you’re smart, beautiful.” Chris started, slipping a hand onto your cheek, and raising your head to fix his eyes in yours. “You’re funny, you care about others more than anyone I know, and you have the biggest heart. Look, I know you and I know you’re probably scared shitless but I don’t want to pretend I don’t feel anything for you. I can’t do it anymore.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you grabbed his hand resting on your cheek into yours. “I like you too Chris…” You finally admitted as you felt tears roll down your cheeks.

“Then don’t leave. Stay here, stay with me and we’ll figure this out, together. We’ll go slow. Just you and me.” Chris said, tenderly stroking your cheek, wiping the tears.

You looked at him for a second, as a soft and tender smile appeared on his face, his eyes still a little worried and you finally nodded. Slowly, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him timidly, his other hand dropping to your waist to pull you closer.

“I love you.” Chris whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too.” You answered before kissing him again.

You had both repressed your feeling for each other for so long that saying it felt right, almost liberating. You had been in love with each other for months by now and maybe, just maybe, it could actually work, you thought.

“Come on, let’s go back to bed, it’s way to early to start the day.” Chris said with a smile, pulling you back into the bed.

You laid by his side, as his arms wrapped around you and your head came to rest against his shoulder. Everything felt wonderful. A smile spread on your lips and without even realizing it, as his fingers stroked your arm, you fell back asleep, happy.

#Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #x reader #fanfiction

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How does c!Sam feel about c!Sapnap, do enlighten us. 👀

/dsmp /rp

Buckle The Fuck In.

Sam and Sapnap have a pretty decent, friendly relationship prior to the prison. Then Sapnap is there when Dream is arrested, he’s one of the key players who helps bring him in, with Sam. This raises Sam’s estimation of him further. He really respects Sapnap for that, especially given Sapnap and Dream’s previous friendship, you know? He sees himself in Sapnap a bit, though of course he was never as close to Dream as Sapnap was.

Then Sam becomes Warden, and as we all know, Sam becoming Warden makes basically all his relationships get weirder and weirder and weirder.

Sam still sees himself in Sapnap, in their mutual disillusionment with Dream. But things get stranger than that with Sapnap’s visit.

Sapnap’s visit to Dream is very spur of the moment—he’s not sure he’s ready, but Sam encourages him. It’s only when Sapnap’s about to enter that he tells Sapnap, flatly, “good luck getting him to talk.” He seems to believe that Dream won’t talk and that Sapnap won’t be able to change his mind. And then, of course, that’s not what happens.

Sam is surprised by Sapnap’s success, and more than that, he’s threatened. Sam says it seemed like Dream didn’t want to talk to anyone or see anyone, and Sapnap is describing how Dream was “warming up” to him, when Sam abruptly interrupts him, saying he “just thought of something.” He asks Sapnap, “Did he tell you anything else?”, and then proceeds to force Sapnap to respawn outside the prison. “It’s strange that he talked to you,” is the only explanation Sam gives. Even though Sapnap’s Dream’s best friend!

It feels almost like the whole thing was… a test of sorts. I doubt it was a conscious or intentional one—Sam has the tendency to do things like this almost on accident, just because it feels like the right thing to do in the moment—but I think Sam really wanted to prove to himself that even Dream’s best friend couldn’t get him to talk.

I think he wanted a number of weird subconscious reassurances from Dream’s silence: 1) to demonstrate that Sapnap doesn’t have a stronger power over Dream than Sam does, 2) to reinforce the idea Dream had changed enough from the person Sam used to know, become ~evil~ enough, that his stubbornness/“bad behavior” in refusing to speak would extend even to Sapnap, 3) to demonstrate that Dream’s silence wasn’t because of anything Sam was doing wrong—that it was neither maltreatment nor insufficient pressure from Sam, it was simply something inherent to Dream’s mood, 4) to show Sapnap, Dream’s best friend, just how far Dream has fallen, 5) to show Sapnap, Dream’s best friend, that visiting him is pointless and he probably shouldn’t bother and he probably should just leave Dream to rot.

Lots of this boils down to Sam feeling threatened by the idea of Sapnap being closer to Dream than he is. Not because Sam wants to be close to Dream, quite the contrary, but because he instantly views that kind of relationship as psychological power. Sam’s always talking about how he can get Dream to tell him things, that Dream will talk with him when he won’t talk with anyone else—and Sam LIKES this, because it’s evidence of control! And significantly, it’s not just direct power over Dream: it’s evidence that Sam’s eliminating or supplanting Dream’s other relationships and other allies. And obviously he needs to supplant them, because people sympathizing with Dream are an active threat to the prison.

AND!!! There’s something else on top of all that, which is: the death threat! I don’t recall there being any direct canon evidence of Sam knowing about Sapnap’s promise to Dream, but a) Sapnap hasn’t been too secretive about it, b) Dream hasn’t been too secretive about it (he told Techno immediately) c) given his paranoia, Sam certainly questioned Dream after every visit, and the death threat seems like a safe and smart thing for Dream to divulge—it distances him and Sapnap further, and it firmly establishes that there wasn’t any plotting going on between them, both of which are good things for Dream.

So I’d be surprised if Sam doesn’t know about the promise. And I think Sam is jealous of this vow, because—like I’ve been establishing—he wants to be in Sapnap’s shoes! Sam is also a friend who Dream betrayed, Sam wants to be the one to kill Dream for what he did, Sam wants to be the one Dream talks to, Sam wants to be the one expressing his righteous anger and swearing to the heavens that Dream will pay!

Sam wants to kill Dream (like Sapnap). Sam wants to be Dream’s confidant (like Sapnap). And of course, in a complete contradiction, Sam wants nothing whatsoever to do with Dream and wants him alive and wants to never look at him again. We stan a confused mess of a man.

#c!dream and c!sapnap #c!dream and c!sam #c!sam is soooooooo #c!sam critical #< why do i bother #long post

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: swearing, mentions of mother abandonment

Word Count: 1.5k

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Chapter 4

“You have a call from an inmate at the Washington D.C. Correctional Facility. To accept these charges, please press 1. To decline-,” you punched in the 1.

“Hey Spencer,” you greeted him.

“How did you know it was me?” he grinned.

“There’s not too many prisoners calling me, believe it or not,” you teased.

“I was calling to see if you could do me a big favor,” he spoke.

“What’s up?”

“My lawyer has told me that JJ told her my mom isn’t doing so well. She’s in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” he informed you.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Could you bring Callie to go see her? I really think a familiar face could do a lot of good for her.”

“Of course, I’m 5 minutes away from her school. We can head right over,” you stated.

“Thank you so so much. Also, she doesn’t know I’m in prison so tell Callie just to tell her I’m away on a case. She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks,” Spencer explained.

“Will do. If you are able to stay on the line for a few more minutes, you can say hi to Callie,” you told him.

“I was the last in line so I should be able to. I’ve got 6 minutes left,” Spencer said.

A bit of an awkward silence filled your car.

“So…are there any more injuries I need to attend to before work tomorrow?” you asked.

“No, I’ve got some help,” Spencer spoke vaguely.

“Okay, that’s good, I guess,” you pulled the car to a stop as Callie hopped in the passenger seat, “Your dad is on the phone, Callie.”

“Hi Dad!” she greeted.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s it going?” he asked.

“Really good. At soccer practice today, Coach told me I’m going to be a starter next game,” she beamed.

“That’s amazing! I wish I could be there to see it,” Spencer frowned slightly.

“Which is why I bought a camcorder so I can record the whole game for you to watch later as well as other things you may be sad to miss,” you said.

“Y/N, as much as I appreciate all you do for us, you need to stop spending so much money. I feel bad, I’ll reimburse you as soon as I’m out.”

“Spencer, I’m a doctor who rarely goes out and my closest friend is a cat. I have some money to spare,” you assured him.

“Why are you going left here?” Callie asked as you made a turn that wasn’t on your usual route home.

“Your dad wants you to visit your Grandma,” you replied.

“Callie, she just needs a familiar face so talk to her about your new school, soccer, anything but me going to jail,” Spencer explained, “Okay, I have 30 seconds left. Bye, love you, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Dad! Love you too!”

“Stay safe!” you added.

You walked up to the receptionist's desk with Callie, “Hi, she’s here to see Diana Reid.”

“Hi Callie, long time no see! No Dr. Reid today?” she asked.

“No, he’s away on a case,” you smiled politely.

“Callie, she’s in her room, dear,” the receptionist directed you down the hall.

Once you were outside the door, you stopped, “I’ll wait out here. Remember, your dad is on a long case. You are staying with the LaMontagne’s. And just agree with the stuff she says to not upset her,” you reminded Callie, “I’ll be right out here when you’re done.”

Before you had a chance to sit down in the waiting room, the door swung open.

“Grandma!” Callie exclaimed.

“My dear Callie,” she hugged her.

She looked up at you, “Is this who I think it is?”

You thought back to Spencer’s words.

She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks.

“Um yes?” you answered.

“Callie’s mom! Oh my! I haven’t seen you in ages. I forgot what you even looked like, I remembered you differently. Forgive me, dear, could you remind me of your name?” she asked.

You looked to Callie for help but she looked just as confused as you and shrugged. She must not know either.

“Y/N,” you extended your hand for her to shake.

“What a beautiful name,” she smiled, “Come in! Come in!”

“So Callie, how has my favorite granddaughter been?” she asked.

“I’m your only grandchild, Grandma,” Callie playfully rolled her eyes, “I’ve been really well! Y/N-I mean Mom actually got me into a better school and I’ve been keeping busy with soccer and clubs and hanging out with friends.”

“That’s wonderful to hear! Y/N, how are you doing?” she turned to you.

Shit. What the fuck were you supposed to say?

“I’ve been well,” you simply stated with a nervous smile.

“Are you and Spencer dating again?”

I suppose you had to agree to this too.

“Yes, we are,” you nodded.

“Well, I hope you are back for good this time,” she stated.

That seemed kind of back-handed but maybe deserved, you didn’t know Callie’s mom’s backstory. You just continued to nervously smile through the rest of the visit as Callie caught up with her grandma.

“Well that was awkward,” you sighed as you got back into the car after the visit, “I need a milkshake.”

Callie was silent all the way to the drive-thru and as you ordered two large chocolate milkshakes and fries.

Finally, she spoke as you parked the car in the parking lot to eat, “I mean you’re more of a mom to me than my own mom. Dad never really told me much about her. She must have left when I was a baby because I don’t remember her at all.”

“I’m sure your dad has his reasons for not telling you but you must know that her leaving wasn’t your fault at all,” you told her.

“Who would leave a baby and my dad?” she teared up.

“I don’t know, honey,” you pulled her in for a hug, “It was her loss though whoever she is because she didn’t get to see what an amazing girl you have become.”

“Reid, visitor,” the guard called out.

Please let it be Callie and or Y/N, Spencer prayed.

He needed a ray of sunshine in his otherwise completely dark week. He didn’t want it to be the team or his lawyer asking if he remembered anything else because he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He slumped out of bed and let the guard cuff him on the way to the visitor room. His pace quickened when he saw you waiting there for him, just as beautiful as always.

You smiled at first when you saw him but it morphed into a frown when you saw fresh bruises forming.

“Spencer, I thought you said you had help,” you whispered.

“Apparently not all of the time,” he mumbled.

You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “Well, I brought my med kit.”

You got up and started to inspect his face.

“How did the visit with my mom go?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” you replied.

“You guess?”

“She saw me before I went to the waiting room. I said yes to everything she said but that included her thinking that I was Callie’s mom and that we were dating,” you grimaced.

Spencer sighed, “Oh god.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do,” you apologized.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. You were just doing what was told. Did Callie have questions?”

You nodded.

Spencer ran his hands through his hair, “I knew this day would come but I’m still not prepared. I just avoid thinking about it at all costs.”

“Do you want to talk to me about it and maybe I can help you put the right words together,” you offered.

“Um okay, her name was Austin. I met her on a case. She was a bartender. We were long distance for a bit. She got pregnant early on in the relationship. We decided to try to make it work. She moved in with me in D.C. and had Callie. When Callie was about 4 months old, she got overwhelmed and just left…just like that. I went to the park with Callie and came back to find all of her things gone and a note that just said ‘sorry’. I haven’t heard from her since. We were trying to force a happy ending that wasn’t there,” Spencer finished.

“Well lucky for Callie, she has one amazing dad and that is more than enough,” you reassured him.

“And a pretty kick ass foster mom,” Spencer smiled.

“I try my best,” you grinned.

A/N: i have a smut one-shot (not related to this series) coming out tomorrow and i’m very excited about it

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