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xanasaurusrex · 4 months

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clarisse freaking out when you're sick clarisse la rue x sick!reader a/n: i'm gonna do a part 2 where she's taking care of reader (:

clarisse was freaking out.

a mere five minutes ago, someone from y/n's cabin had approached her, with a nervous look on their face.

clarisse had immediately demanded to know what was wrong, and was disturbed by the feeling in her gut that it had something to do with you.

"uh... it's y/n," the boy muttered. "she's... very sick, and showed up to sword practice. we're trying to get her to go back to the cabin, but she's not listening to any of us, so... we thought maybe you could help?"

that was all clarisse needed to hear to rush towards the sword practice area.

and of course, there she was, swaying on her feet, with a sword in hand.

it looked like she was arguing with another one of her siblings, who was desperately trying to get the sword out of her hand.

clarisse sped up as she crested the hill where sword practice was being held.

y/n flipped around angrily at the sound of footsteps, but the anger dissipated when she saw who it was. a wide smile broke out on her face, causing clarisse to smile despite the fact that she was a little bit upset at the moment.

y/n started walking towards clarisse, but she was unsteady, and tripped over a lumpy patch of grass. in seconds, she was careening towards clarisse, who caught her, thank gods.

"hey baby?" clarisse began gently, her arms wrapping around y/n's waist and pulling their bodies closer together. "are you okay?"

y/n gave clarisse a wide smile as she draped her arms around clarisse's shoulders. "i'm doing great!" her smile turned into a scowl quickly. "except nobody will let me do sword practice!" she rolled her eyes dramatically.

clarisse glanced over her shoulder to the collection of people in the sword fighting area looking at her hopelessly.

y/n laid her head on clarisse's shoulder as she slumped against her body slightly, and clarisse subconsciously leaned her head against hers, beginning to soothingly rub her hand up and down y/n's back. she wasn't sure what to do, not wanting y/n here in the sword fighting area, and just wanting to lay her down in a bed in her cabin.

y/n let out a loud yawn that she tried to muffle against clarisse's shoulder. a few seconds later, y/n started coughing violently, a hacking cough that rattled her whole body.

seeing y/n like that freaked clarisse out even more, and her urgency to get her girlfriend back to her cabin and tucked under some comfy blankets and asleep increased tenfold.

suddenly clarisse had an idea, something that y/n often used on her when she refused to go to bed.

clarisse gently pulled y/n away from where her head had been resting on her shoulder. she smiled softly at the way y/n reluctantly pulled herself away from the comfort of clarisse's shoulder with a small frown.

"hey baby?" clarisse began, catching y/n's attention. "i'm getting kinda tired. do you wanna come lay down with me?"

all the concerned faces surrounding the two immediately relaxed as they realized what clarisse was trying to get y/n to do. one of y/n's siblings began inching herself forward, hands reaching towards the sword still dangling from y/n's fingers.

"you are?" y/n asked, concern immediately taking over her features. "are you okay? you never get tired during the day?"

clarisse had to close her eyes to keep from laughing at the way y/n immediately became concerned about her when she was currently unable to stand.

"i'm fine, baby," clarisse said, making sure she was speaking in soothing tones, unaware of the fact that everybody around them was shocked at hearing clarisse sound so loving and gentle. "i just need a little power nap. do you wanna come lay down with me?" she repeated the question from earlier, with a bit more urgency this time, hoping that y/n would just come with her.

y/n seemed to think for a minute. "i mean... i guess, but... what about sword practice?" her words were practically slurring at this point.

"don't worry about sword practice," your sibling said from behind you. "we've got this all covered, right guys?" everyone immediately started nodding.

it was clear nobody was eager to have a loopy y/n running around swinging a sword, which was fair. clarisse certainly didn't want that either, the fear of y/n possibly hurting others or, gods forbid, herself was too great.

after the all-clear from everyone was given, clarisse turned back to her girlfriend. "see? everyone's gonna be okay for one day without you. it'll be hard, but they'll manage. can you come lay down with me please?"

clarisse engaged the puppy dog eyes she only ever used when trying to get y/n to do something, making sure to lay it on thick as she really just wanted y/n to lay down.

y/n looked at clarisse for a few seconds, clearly falling under the spell of the puppy dog eyes, and then threw her head back dramatically before saying, "alright, let's go you big baby,"

clarisse couldn't hold back the chuckle this time.

"alright, thank you baby," she said, letting go of y/n's waist in favor of holding her hand, hopefully to lead her back to her cabin as quickly as possible.

they ran into a problem rather quickly when y/n began stumbling, and would've hit the ground if it wasn't for clarisse's quick reflexes.

"baby, why are you falling? are you okay?" there was an urgency in clarisse's voice. they were a little bit away from the group of other demigods at this point, but everyone could hear the fear in clarisse's voice.

y/n yawned as she leaned against clarisse. "yeah... i just..." she yawned again. "i took some medicine before i left the cabin, and i thought it was dayquil but it was actually nyquil,"

clarisse closed her eyes for a second to process this information.

"so. you're telling me..." clarisse let out a small chuckle. "you took nyquil, a medicine that makes you fall asleep, and then you went to sword practice?"

y/n scoffed. "you make that sound like it's a bad thing. it's called dedication, actually,"

clarisse closed her eyes again so she could roll them. "okay baby, yeah," she said soothingly. "you're very dedicated, but i still need to lay down, remember? can i carry you?"

y/n rolled her eyes, or at least... it looked that way. clarisse figured it also could be her eyes rolling back into her head, it was becoming increasingly clear just how tired her girlfriend was, seeing as everytime she closed her eyes they stayed closed for a few extra seconds.

clarisse would be worried she was dying if she hadn't just been told that she had taken nyquil before going to sword practice.

y/n nodded eventually, and clarisse didn't hesitate to throw y/n's arm around her shoulder before tucking her arm under her knees and hoisting her up into her hold.

clarisse paused to give y/n a kiss on her hair before taking off for her cabin.

"we're gonna take a nice nap together, and then hopefully when we wake up we'll both feel better," she whispered into her ear.

"yeah," y/n yawned. "that sounds nice,"

everyone back at the sword fighting area looked on the situation with a feeling of curiosity and also confusion, because none of them had ever seen clarisse act this way before. clarisse was known for being brash and mean; they weren't accustomed to this softer side of clarisse, and it was a bit jarring.

it was definitely interesting to see, though.

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adventuringblind · 1 month

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White Clover

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Childhood crushes are normal. Max has been racing for a while now, he's a world champion, it's only natural they would look up to him. It wasn't supposed to go this far...

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, authors limited knowledge of flower language, sickness, Oscar and Reader literally deteriorating, blood,

Notes: One of my favorite tropes! I hope le requester likes it! Hoping to get some loscar comfort out soon!

Side Note: Reader drives for Aston Martin in place of Lance

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It really doesn't make sense in her head. Every time she tries to rationalize it, the answers come up even more ridiculous then the last.

It's always been her and Oscar, Chasing their dream together. It was meant to be, it had to be destiny with the way the two of them fit together so naturally.

Then Max Verstappen happened. A supposed childhood crush. Then a hero they looked up to. Then a rival in their sport. It was supposed to end with that.

Her and Oscar and their weird fascination with Max Verstappen.

Then there was a shift. Suddenly Max was acknowledging their existence. He was talking to them, giving them pointers, including them in the usual playful Max like banter. Their mutually discussed respect for Max turned into a full blown crush.

Not a small crush either. The kind that has them both fumbling around him.

Lando is no help either. He picks up on it immediately. Teases them about it relentlessly.

They are sitting in Oscar's driver room when it happens. The first of many coughing fits as Lando is trying to cheer them up. Because Max is with Kelly; It would never work. They don't even know if he would be into it.

She starts it. Hacking up a storm and Lando and Oscar trying to get her to take water. Oscar starts up a minute later.

The cough up white clovers. Small ones, but a handful.

Lando looks at them sympathetically. All three to in shock to say anything.

"There is no way this is real, right?"

~~~~~~

It is, in fact, very real. The tiny white clovers continue for about a month. Frequently enough that when their helmets come off, they tumble onto the ground.

Being around max makes it better. The ache in their chests lessens enough to breath deeply again.

Then it switched on them. Gone were the little white clovers. Now there were bigger pink camellias. A longing for Max that they didn't know they had.

They lay in bed for most of the winter break. The toll this stupid disease is having doesn't feel fair.

Both of them stare at their breakfast. Neither wanting to eat knowing it'll be a waste.

"We're not going to be able to hold out for much longer..." She trails. Both of them know what's going to happen sooner or later, but losing the memories they do have feels worse.

Oscar sighs, having weighed the options on numerous occasions. "Lets give it until Australia. My mum knows a doctor who'd be willing to do it privately and make sure it doesn't get out."

"Will she make us food while we recover too?"

"I highly doubt she'll let us move until we're cleared."

~~~~~~

Pre-season testing - for lack of a better phrase - fucking sucks. They've moved onto red roses. The thorny kind that catches in their throats. She didn't realize it until she was coughing in the car again and it burned more then normal.

She hustles her car into the pits and stumbles her way through the garage until she can't keep herself up anymore.

The stem that comes up with the full rose is speckled with thorns that catch on things as she pulls it out.

She's so lost in trying to get it out, that she didn't notice who had come in. A hand rubs her back and moves any loose hairs away from her face.

The drops of blood mixed with bile causes the panic to finally set in. Her body gives out, but her teammate is there to get her sitting upright.

"Do I want to know who it is?"

"Just need Osc, please."

Fernando leaves to track down Oscar and ends up coming back with both McLaren drivers in tow. The Aussie doesn't look like he's fairing any better then herself. Paler than usual and still coughing.

"If Max doesn't get his act together then I'm going to run him off at turn one." Lando, their self designated caretaker, sets about getting her cleaned up since Oscar look seconds away from passing out.

"He doesn't have to, not like Max would want us anyway-"

"Oscar Jack Piastri, I swear if I have to listen to anymore of your self-loathing I will tell Max myself." Since when did Lando become a mom? "Plus, he does. He won't shut-up about you two. Daniel is losing his shit and begging him to just end it with Kelly if he adores you two so much!"

Fernando ends up driving them back to the hotel.

~~~~~

Being in Australia with Oscar has always been something to look forward to. This time feel more like dread and guilt.

Telling their teams had been the easiest part. The off week after Australia will be for recovery. It almost made her cry with how supporting they were.

They just have to get through the weekend now... and hopefully avoid Max in the process. The harder part of this whole thing. Specifically when he won't leave them alone.

It's during the drivers parade that everything goes downhill. They are standing in Max's vicinity, Landing becoming a wall between them and Fernando keeping him occupied. It's helping ease the weight in their chests and burning in their throats.

Max, inevitably, makes his way over to them and starts up conversation. Only it doesn't make the pain better this time. The second he starts up conversation she feels the rose blooming in her lungs.

"How have you two been?" Max is awkwardly stammering his way through pleasantries with Oscar while she chokes back her coughs. She throws Lando a pleading look, trying to get him to understand what's happening.

"Doing pretty well, you?" She can hear the strain in Oscar's voice, but he's holding it together. Unlike her, apparently.

She stays silent the rest of the parade. Unable to tune into the rest of the conversation.

Her physio is there waiting for her when she gets back to the garage. The amount of blood she loses is concerning. The bundle of roses makes her want to scream.

Something isn't right. Her body is screaming at her not to move. The flowers refusing to stop.

She doesn't know how Oscar manages to finish the race. He looks miserable when he meets her at the car. Lando has an arm slung around his shoulders to keep him upright.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to Max first?"

"What would we even say, Lan? That he's the reason we're dying?" Oscar slides into the back with her. Nicole sits in the drivers seat and Chris on the passenger side. They get sympathetic looks from both of them.

"I mean he broke up with Kelly-"

"Lando, we appreciate what you're doing but it's to late for this. We are knocking on deaths door and we'll still have each other. We'll be okay." She tries her best to comfort the worries Brit.

"Promise."

"Pinky."

The car ride is painfully silent. Not like either of them can talk anyway. It's just her and Oscar wrapped around each other as much as they can be.

They enter the hospital with fingers intertwined. They sit together in a private room waiting for the pre-op to start. A hard decision but one they know had to be made.

"Is it bad, that I don't want to forget?" She peers up at Oscar through watery eyes.

He sighs, the heavy kind followed by another cough. "No, I don't want to either."

She feels like falling asleep in Oscar's arms. Pretending that this isn't what's happening. That she's not growing flower bushes in her body. That she'll remember Max when she wakes up in a few hours.

"At least we get the next week off."

"Nando said he's going to drop some kind of care package off later." She laughs, remembering how he'd fussed over them with homemade remedies. "And Mark, I thought he was going to lose it when you handed him a rose."

"The look on his face was priceless!"

They can do this. They have each other and that's all they need.

Then the door bursts open.

"Max?"

~~~~~~

It's not like he thought he would ever find himself in this situation. Smitten with two of the younger drivers and driving himself insane by not confronting his own feelings.

He tried his best to just be friendly and leave it at that. He invited them to do things with the other drivers, struck up conversation, did his best to give them tips for their driving when he had the opportunity.

But the two of them have Max wrapped around their fingers. Both are smart and intuitive. They think he's funny. Max also thinks they are funny and compliment each other well.

This cannot be a normal kind of attraction... Right? No, it's not. It's the whole reason he had to split with Kelly because he knew this went much deeper then he wanted to admit.

The last minute driver change took him off guard. Then he saw Oscar on the grid talking to Lance. The Aussie looking miserable and on the brink of falling over.

He jogs up to Lando, concern lacing his facial expression. "What's going on? Why the last minute driver change?"

"She's sick." Lando doesn't look at him, anxiously fiddling with his fingers while getting ready. "She's been sick so they had a contingency just in case."

"And Oscar?"

"... Also sick."

Obviously Lando isn't telling the whole truth. If the lack of details is anything to go by. "Are you going to tell me with what?"

And Lando is a terrible liar. Max has known him long enough to read his expressions. "The flu?" Max raises his eyebrows in suspicion. "Okay but if i tell you then you can't say anything because it's really bad."

Max gives him a confirming nod. Not like he wants to spread gossip about the two.

"It's hanahaki, but they should be better soon. Surgery is after the race today. She's our due to blood loss and Oscar is nearing that point but determined to race."

Max gapes. What is his reaction supposed to be? "Do they not love each other?"

Lando rolls his eyes. "Max - there is a third that they are both in love with."

"Who is it because I swear-" Maybe anger wasn't the right emotion to have given Lando's annoyed huff.

"It's you! You're just so oblivious that you didn't notice. You were with Kelly so long and they didn't want to make things weird for you that they didn't say anything."

Max gets two steps towards Oscar before he's being shoved into the car. Forced to race despite being able to fix the problems of two people. He’ll just find them afterward.

He, unfortunately, does not escape the people wanting to speak to him. By the time he ends up at the McLaren garage, Lando looks miserable sitting on a counter and swinging his legs. “You just missed them.”

Max deflates to the floor. It looks obnoxiously dramatic and leaves Lando to huff at the scene. “Relax, you can catch them at the hospital if you’re quick enough.”

Lando ends up driving because he’s in no state to do it himself. The anxiety he’d been fighting off is hitting full force now. Enough to make his entire body shake.

He dives out of the car. Disregarding the fact that the sleeves of his race suit are hanging off his waist and nearly collides with the ground because of it.

Oscar’s parents are in the waiting room. They look at him with the most aghast looks he has ever seen. “What are you doing here?” The death glare Nicole is giving him strikes fear into his heart.

“I need to know where they are, please.”

“Now you want to see them?”

Chris puts a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “They are getting prepped for surgery at the moment. You might be too late.” He gives Max a sympathetic smile.

“Please-“ desperation is evident in his voice. “-please, I love them back. I have to try!”

He gets the room number and continues his sprint to the pair. The weight of possibilities comes crashing down on him, that they might not remember him if he is too late.

Times he went to them when he didn’t want to be alone.

When he sought them out at the bars and clubs when Lando subsequently ditched them.

Dragging them around Monaco when they were there for the Grand Prix.

Max should’ve made himself think about it. How he spent hours with them when he didn’t have to.

He doesn’t bother knocking on the door when he gets there. He slams the door open wide and almost sobs in relief when he sees them still waiting.

While her face is buried in Oscars shoulder, the Aussie is staring right at him. “Max?”

He takes a tentative step forward but stops when they both start violently coughing. “Sorry - I’ll stay over here.”

“What ever are you doing here?” The rasp is her voice makes him flinch. It’s scratchy, like her throat has been torn to pieces.

“I just - Lando told me what’s been going owns I know it’s not fair that I’ve made you suffer for so long.” He wants to get closer, hold them, provide them comfort. “It took me too long to get my shit together but, I love you both.”

Oscar tentatively tries to get up, the female not able to move without falling over and the Aussie in no position to carry her. Max lunges forward to catch him when he stumbles and down to the floor they go.

Max attempts to get him back up, but isn’t fast enough when the female slides down to join them. They end up falling asleep against him, breathing evenly.

They stir when the doctor announces himself, but don’t move from their spots. Max assumes that they are exhausted from coughing up literal flowers.

“This was not what I expected to find.” There is an amused tone in the doctor’s voice. “I take it you were the one?”

“Yeah, that would be me.”

“Well, we’ll keep them for observation and make sure any lingering thorns don’t do anymore damage. Would you be alright saying near them?”

Max nods hastily, eager to do whatever is necessary.

The hardest part is actually getting them to let go of him. The second he retracts contact is the moment they start panicking and coughing again. It’s a stressful few hours until it dies down again.

Nicole and Chris look ecstatic to see the three of them together. They’ve informed her parents about the change in plans and are also happy to know they’ve had a good outcome.

The residual flower petals come in waves, but they are dying down in intensity. The painkillers they are on make them wake up with dopey smiles on their faces.

“Hey Max?” She whispers. The three of them laying in the hospital bed together despite it being cramped and having a second one.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks…” The drowsiness in her voice evident.

“For what?”

Oscar is somewhere between asleep and maybe consciouses. “For noticing us.”

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bonefall · 3 months

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Favorite rewritten scene from TPB? Any scenes you think would fuck if they were animated? Dont worry why im asking its not important <3

Hmmmm....

Well, BB!TPB is probably the least changed arc to begin with! Better Bones is a project that is basically trying to deliver on the themes I liked in the first 5 books; a flawed society is on the verge of birthing a great monster, a reckoning generations in the making, which can only be saved by the very outcasts their culture seeks to destroy.

So I'm not adding too much to it which isn't just building up the culture some more, adding personality to some background characters (especially mollies), or shoring up cats in ShadowClan.

I've got an old post floating around somewhere about my goals and a basic summary for each book, but here's a MASSIVE ramble about things I plan to add

The three MAJOR cool scenes in here though?

Rusty's Collar

Deerfoot's Sabotauge

Scourge's Collar

Into the Wild: Opening stuff, ThunderClan expansions, Rusty's Collar

For one, DAPPLETAIL has a much bigger role as Firepaw's first teacher. Rusty speaks Townmew; he needs to learn Clanmew.

So I might make the meeting with Graypaw earlier, or just have a bit more of a transitional period where he's "living with a paw in both worlds" before he gets named Firepaw

He also is able to see and take part in some of the Expanded Roles, while still learning Clanmew.

Frostfur is Head of Kitchen Patrol, pregnant, and overworked. Rusty likes her though, he can't always tell what she's saying but he learns she calls him the "Intense Gingerthing (affectionate)" and she's got cool scars

Tigerclaw might be Head of Hunting, or his cousin Willowpelt. Undecided yet; Willowpelt will be taking over after he becomes deputy though.

I forgor who is Construction Head at the moment, probably Mousefur. In any case it's a molly, One-eye has been retired for a long while.

Dappletail is the Educator, naturally, and she hangs out with Ravenpaw and her son Graypaw. Ravenpaw has a habit of telling tall tales.

The adult he's closest to though? Spottedleaf, the Cleric, like a big sister.

IMPORTANT: Rusty's time as a not-apprentice comes to a hard end with his battle against Longtail. Probably because he now understands enough Clanmew to know he's talking shit.

This time though, we're setting up some foreshadowing lads

Unlike other depictions of the collar removal where it's framed like the triumphant moment he enters the Clans, with a beam of sunlight revealing to Bluestar that he is the cat of great prophecy, his collar being snapped off comes with trembling fury and anxiety

He was terrified and angry in that moment! He's been bullied by Longtail, it just came to physical blows, and he was being choked by his collar digging into his throat so he couldn't breathe. When it suddenly SNAPS, he's hacking and coughing, but the whole Clan is cheering at the spectacle, it's like...

He's being told he's just proved himself. The joy of finally getting what he's really wanted, of landing a mark on his bully and being CELEBRATED for it, it starts to wash away the fear and fury.

It's sudden, like whiplash. He's trembling, he's growling, he's smiling. His stomach is rolling and he doesn't know which emotion is turning it.

Then, his collar is buried. He only sees it out of the corner of his eye, Dappletail (someone he likes) digging a little hole and dropping it in. Like getting rid of something dirty. He can't identify the emotion that prickles his heart in that moment, and to his dying day he never learns the word for it.

But it's going to be the same thing he feels, much much later, after the roar of the BloodClan battle has gone quiet and he's staring at the collar he ripped off Scourge. He spared the leader's life and caused the group to retreat... but, looking at that collar, so lovingly studded with trophies not unlike the ivory Clan cats take from boar hunts...

He realizes that it's meaningful. To Scourge. He can't go far enough to admit that his own collar meant something to him... but...

it would be wrong to just discard this. This emotion drives him to eventually approach Scourge and BloodClan again, in the Epilogue, returning the collar as a gift of goodwill and re-opening discussion about Tigerstar's Impossible Deal. These talks open up a new era of peace and trading between Chelford and the White Hart, until TNP brings it to a tragic end.

But anyway!

Ally Expansions + Deerfoot's Sabotage

In an effort to establish that the Clans have unique subcultures, and that the cats within them are unique individuals, BB!TPB needs more positive supporting cast in more than just WindClan.

GATHERINGS NOW HAVE AFTERGATHERINGS. This is like a discreet afterparty, which adult warriors can choose to attend by simply staying behind when their leadership returns home.

Fireheart regularly attends them until the moment he becomes leader.

A few of his friends in other Clans are Aftergathering regulars. Onewhisker, Mosspelt, Wetfoot.

Some others are just occasional visitors. Mistyfoot is brought along by her sis-in-law, Mosspelt, once or twice. Morningflower comes to do some trades.

(at his FIRST aftergathering he gets to meet Carpwhisker and Cinderfur. These two are noted to stop coming when the political tides harden.)

Because this is the Thistle Era, the Aftergathering is much smaller than it will be in a few generations.

They're also still careful to not leak too much information outside of their own Clans, and the ShadowClan cats are even particularly excited at Fireheart's first Aftergathering because it was difficult to regularly attend these while Brokenstar was leader.

DEERFOOT is a MUCH expanded character. Son of Lizardstripe, brother of Runningnose and Tangleburr, Deerfoot is involved in opposing both Brokenstar, and later NIGHTSTAR when he feels he's going against what Deerfoot fought so hard for.

And, most famously and most fatally, he's the head of the TigerClan Rebels.

Much as I like Ravenpaw... he's not getting his cameo at Stonefur's execution. No, I'm not going to be having the HalfClan cats rescued by Graystripe's bad feeling and also Ravenpaw is there. Freeing the prisoners was an action that came from WITHIN TigerClan.

Deerfoot is going to be beseeching Firestar for it. I haven't figured out EXACTLY how yet, but I'm thinking that it's after Darkstripe was exiled (suddenly, Tigerstar no longer has a mole in ThunderClan) and he's able to ask for Firestar's help openly and honestly, and tell him how many cats will need refuge if the plan is successful.

Being leader now, and not JUST a deputy, Firestar has to consider the way it might drag his Clan into conflict with a huge opponent... which Deerfoot assures won't happen, because his forces have a process. Using ochre and onion, they obscure themselves completely. Not a single one's been caught-- besides the ones who were picked up for the "crime" of being HalfClan.

Deerfoot is going to be killed for what he does here, saving so many lives. So he won't pay for the little trick he's going to pull.

While applying Firestar's ochre and onion, just before entering the camp to rescue the HalfClan cats (and finding they've started an execution early-- with Stonefur), Deerfoot draws back to look at his handiwork. Not a single fleck of his bright, unmistakable orange fur is peaking through his disguise.

So he clicks his tongue, "I've missed a spot." With a rub of his paw, the ochre around the ThunderClan leader's eyes is smudged. Just enough that anyone locking with those green eyes would see the fire poking out from beneath.

Later, when Firestar learns of this after Deerfoot's death... he chuckles with equal parts bitterness and admiration. Most of Deerfoot's Rebels had to go right back to living in TigerClan, and knowing Firestar was leading the battle patrol would take suspicion off them... but, knowing his old, lost ally... a bigger part of it was that Deerfoot was hoping that information would reach Tigerstar and BURN into him.

Compassionate and spiteful to the last, that Deerfoot.

Darkest Hour: BloodClan and Scourge's Collar

I think if I was going to rename the individual books, I'd call the last book of BB!TPB "The Moment of Truth."

BloodClan is keeping the way that it's not important until the last book. Aside from an offhanded mention here and there and a run-in with some peons that replace the rats that attack Bluestar, they're not relevant until the moment they're introduced.

I do want to keep how SURPRISING it was to see them suddenly roll up, keep that feeling that they're brutal, unsettling, foreign. When Tigerstar loses his shit on Scourge for not following his order and attempts to kill him, I want to keep how cold, sudden, and BRUTAL that ending was.

But... when Scourge FIRST appears on screen, he looks much different from the Iceheart he will eventually become. He begins to look less "monstrous" and more like a PERSON as Firestar realizes that they're not so different.

Scourge has no pupils at first. His eyes are solid, icy blue.

He also has no mouth when he isn't about to bite, no lip synch when he talks. Like he's just existing ominously onscreen, wind ruffling his spiky, ungroomed fur.

Before the killing of Tigerstar, it's noted that Scourge's speech is odd, and hard to understand. But, you can sort of make out his intent if you listen carefully.

Firestar recognizes that he is speaking Townmew, his own first language.

Tigerstar doesn't really respect him enough to listen, until he barks an order and Scourge tells him, "...My cats move when I command them, and not before."

Like canon, Firestar steps forward to speak with Scourge. Unlike canon, he very intentionally begins speaking Townmew.

ALSO like canon, when Firestar explains Tigerstar's crimes, that he will never honor any bargains he has made, and thus that they can't be trusted, he rolls that Nat20 and Scourge tells him that there will be no battle today as he thinks about this new information.

And, of course, Tigerstar lost his marbles about this. And also his organs

And Scourge is SEETHING. That's his LAST straw. He made a deal and he is NOT being given what he is owed, he tried to gracefully walk away only for Tigerstar to disrespect him for the last time, and he's SICK. AND. TIRED. Of backstabbing, DISHONORABLE CLAN CATS.

And YET. He remains cool. And he tells Firestar directly, "In light of this, I have changed my mind. We will be taking what we are owed. You have three days to leave, or it will come to combat."

Another big change from canon is that no Clan needs to be convinced to fight. It's a battle culture. They were ALWAYS going to win, or die in glorious combat. Running away is not an option in this era-- they believe their eternal reward is up in StarClan.

But Firestar CAN unite them, bring them together to discuss battle plans. And in this first day...

TigerClan is dismantled. Though Leopardstar tries to cling to her newfound leadership of TigerClan; both Shadow and River are clearly tense and demoralized. Anxious and snappish warriors are mulling about the camp.

and STILL, Firestar is dealing with a bunch of cats who are openly disrespecting him.

Even when he reminds them, "YOU brought him to the Forest! Tigerstar's deal was HALF our land and I could pull LionClan out at any time! I'm trying to HELP YOU"

Darkstripe in particular is still here with his little xenophobic jabs. And he is Xenophobic Jabbering.

In spite of the guilt Leopardstar feels, and the resentment that Blackfoot is starting to feel for Tigerstar and the position he's being thrust into, they're still DIFFICULT, not giving Firestar clear answers about if they're going to come talk battle strategies or not.

Firestar can't believe this.

They're really gonna do this. Say that TigerClan can take care of its own problems.

They're just gonna try and hold onto their scraps of pride and charge into battle, NO plan, because they think they're above him.

After ALL OF THIS, EVERYTHING thats happened, the times they've fought and he's won, becoming deputy, even earning the authority of a leader...

They're STILL not taking him seriously.

This prompts Firestar to end up losing it, the "I saw what you did to Stonefur" speech to Blackstar is moved here, addressed to BOTH of them.

But this time, there's even MORE victims. He lists ALL of them, plus the refugees still in his camp.

And they're gonna kill even MORE cats? What? To be the smuggest corpses in the GROUND?

OR MAYBE THE HAPPIEST LITTLE SKULLS ON THEIR STUPID HILL.

It SHUTS them up.

Leopardstar, in particular, clearly haunted by this... her own father, Mudfur, is one of those refugees. And she is staring intently at some of the bones on the hill.

Unfortunately, her remorse will not stick. Distance will make Blackstar more ashamed, but Leopardstar begins to look back with nostalgia.

But FOR NOW? It MATTERS.

Darkstripe comes in with another little comment, and she snaps at him.

Then she turns back on the Bonehill, and says the, "This belongs to a darker time" line.

Firestar also ends up visiting with Barley Sr, Jr, and Ravenpaw. Chatting about reasons why Ravenpaw still doesn't want to come back, even though Tigerstar is gone.

And about BloodClan, as Barley Senior comes from there. Bone is his mother (though due to some timeline things I'm considering her being his sister; and then Hoot and Jumper are littermates OR cousins of Junior.)

Ends up explaining a bit about the history, how it was formed because of Oakstar, the context of the descendant of Oakstar turning on Scourge like that

Plus why Barley Sr left. His time as a solver, the death of Violet Sr, the way BloodClan demands tribute to keep its cats fed.

And while BloodClan has issues... Firestar is realizing... so do the Clans.

Violence, blood feuds, war... xenophobia. He's still seething over that exchange from earlier.

Firestar's anxious over the big fight, and the people he knows he will lose. GOOD people. The battle won't discern the crackerjacks from the jackasses; people he loves will die. He HAS to win. And yet, his feelings towards Scourge feel frustratingly conflicted.

On the second day...

Finally he's getting somewhere with the other four Clans. Everyone's preparing properly, learning how to fight TOGETHER and not just as four separate entities.

But in ShadowClan, he catches POISONS. Runningnose and Blackfoot are planning to go into battle using the same tactics they used against WindClan-- things that won't kill right away, but will cause inevitable infection and kill slowly, and painfully.

And they're showing OTHERS about it, too.

And this UPSETS Firestar

But, AGAIN, he's able to talk to them. They have a point-- if BloodClan is going to use those claw-weapons, they ALSO have an unfair advantage.

Firestar, about to invent Rules of Engagement: "If they weren't going to use them though?"

That's how Firestar ended up in a british back alley. Meeting with BloodClan.

Scourge is cold and polite, as always, makes a comment about him being early.

Firestar tells him about the poisons, how he's seen them be used before, and how they will kill slowly,

Scourge is torn... at first, thinking it might be a lie, but then the shock of what might happen sets in. He asks, "and why would you warn us about this?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. We're fighting for our home and you're fighting for your promise; It should be a fair fight."

"which means you're reigning them in, then?"

Nods, "If you use the claw extenders, they're going to use an unfair advantage of their own"

As they dig deeper into the conversation, Scourge loses his patience.

"Enough. I've heard enough lies from Clan cats, forest fool. You untrustworthy lot NEVER uphold your end of the bargain, you come here to weaken us but we will not be tricked by a dishonorable foe ever again."

It's starting to hit Firestar now. Scourge... is kinda right.

He's RIGHT to be so distrustful of Clan cats. To think they're dishonorable. He's seen them all himself; liars, hypocrites, cowards, all of them allowing EVIL things to be done to innocent cats.

The pause seems to last days, but it's clear to Scourge he's thinking deeply about what he said.

When Firestar looks up he tells him, "I understand. But I am honorable."

Scourge laughs at that. The whole alley does.

But he stands firm. He will uphold HIS end. "And when you come tomorrow, you will see that I've held my people to it."

"Then you're a greater fool than I thought, weakening yourself."

"Tigerstar believed that honor made us weak," he says with defiance, "and you killed him. I buried him. Now he is dead; don't choose to keep his memory alive."

AND ON THE THIRD AND LAST DAY

When they all come to face off at Fourtrees, it is seen, most of BloodClan is not wearing their extenders.

And most of the Clan cats do not have deathberry-red claws.

There are just some. On both sides.

Scourge is not one of them. His claws are his own

Fire and Scourge step foward in the center, their armies behind them.

Scourge quietly points out the irony in a hushed tone, for what he is about to say could have offended either army;

"Two fools, alike in their dignity. Perhaps in another time we would have been Brothers-in-Honor, you and I."

Brother-in-Honor = Townmew term for someone who unites you through a shared, noble cause.

But Firestar is done. He had to say goodbye to many of his cats this morning, he doesn't know who will live and who will die. The Warriors stand behind him, proud and noble, but terrified to their core. He knows this.

This is their HOME. And he is the holy leader of ThunderClan, bearing the fragment of a star within him.

He's lost his patience, and his sympathy. When he responds, it's loud enough for both armies to hear. (Note: Ever so slightly performative)

"Last chance, Scourge! One step further, and you'll meet the full might of the Warrior Clans."

"Two fools," the little cat laments, "One far more foolish than the other!"

He screeches for BloodClan to attack, and like canon, Firestar loses track of Scourge in the torrent of angry cats

Battle otherwise goes very similar to canon. Out of left field, Darkstripe turns on Firestar with deathberry-red claws, furious and embarassed that he took Tigerstar away and prevented them all from fighting with "every advantage"

Graystripe. One-Man Firestar Defense Squad, body checks him and kills him, trembling in disbelief and immediate regret over his brother's body

Whitestorm loses his fight with Bone and falls, bleeding, to the ground

As he dies, he tells Firestar to let go of his grudges. He was wronged, he was hurt, but please don't let that stop him from making the right choice. Longtail should be deputy.

Firestar announces Longtail is his deputy right there.

The apprentices dogpile Bone in revenge, though I also wouldn't mind changing it. In any case, Bone's dead before Willowpelt can even realize her mate is gone

When he finally sees Scourge again, they grapple ferociously until the little cat breaks loose

Trying to avoid the grallocking move that ended Tigerstar in a blow and not knowing Scourge can't do that without his claw extenders, he pulls back and leaves himself wide open for a vicious transverse slash

He's split open from neck to arm, he can feel himself bleeding out

Scourge looks at him with pity but says nothing, flicking his claws like he's wicking the blood from a sword.

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Firestar's vision fades into flashing stars and bursts into the silver-and-blue lights of StarClan

He sees the faces of everyone who he's lost, everyone he couldn't save. Spottedleaf who died in a raid. Stonefur whose execution came too soon. Pikepaw who refused to take refuge with his mother. That old bastard Deerfoot. Whitestorm whose blood is replaced with fresh stars.

Yellowfang comes forward, threading constellations like stitches through his gash, snipping at him to stop wriggling like a worm. Spottedleaf is also helping in a way he doesn't understand, licking his fur the wrong way and returning his lost blood like a Mi returns warmth to a cold kitten.

He smiles, filled with the wonderful sensation of a Sharing of Stars, until it hits him again that he needs to go back

Hmm.. maybe ill have it so Whitestorm had no last words and he gives them here. "Don't let the grudges of the past ruin the future. Make the choices you know are right."

Bring the theme together; he was talking about Longtail, but Firestar interprets it differently.

And when he wakes up in his body, gash aching but skillfully closed by the best healers he ever knew, he feels like they filled his veins with a lion's blood.

He grins, a mixture of humor and righteous fury. He didn't know Scourge's tricks, but he doesn't know HIS either.

Scourge has his back turned, focused on Onewhisker who's cowering in front of him. Firestar bowls into him, catching him off guard

"You! You died! I killed you!"

"I played dead."

With a second bolt of strength, Scourge tries to turn it around and they tumble, hissing and spitting, but the little cat doesn't get a second chance

He's pinned like prey, one paw holding his head and the other pulling down his shoulder, growling like an animal with its neck exposed for a brutal killing bite

Firestar lunges down and Scourge screeches, a horrible crack of teeth on bone quiets the battlefield

And then a SNAP

The sun glimmers on the bloodstained collar's fangs, one of the teeth cracked by Firestar's jaws, as he throws it behind him

Scourge's face is truly apparent to Firestar for the first time, his icy eyes wide with astonishment

Firestar recites the beautiful words that had once been made hollow by hypocrisy, "A true warrior does NOT need kill to win their battles," but he presses his paw into Scourge's pulse as a warning, "DO they?!"

He lifts his paw, and Scourge calls for BloodClan to retreat

Though the warriors are shocked at first, they saw his collar ripped off and his black fur soaked in his own blood, and understood they were losing

Just as united as any Forest Four following the command of a leader, each warrior disentangled as quickly as possible and streamed out behind their bolting leader

Some warriors ran after them to chase them out, and came back a few minutes later

And just like that, it was over. They were gone.

But, that collar is laying there, in the light of the setting sun. The inner fabric is purple, covered in a layer of red and brown from a mix of fresh and dry blood. Various teeth poke through, which he now realizes are from various predators.

Firestar gazes at it and feels Rusty's heart beating. He has that strange, indescribable feeling again.

It's... just like Clan cat hunting trophies, yes. It's a valuable, meaningful object to Scourge. It's a spoil of war made of spoils of war. That's why it's stirring his chest, surely. There's something... deeper to this item. It shouldn't be discarded; this item needs to be kept safe.

Or, perhaps, returned.

From there, the epilogue is gravy. When Firestar arrives in the alley again, this time flanked by several cats, Scourge is still recovering from his many injuries. He feels like he's been seeing Firestar's face too often-- and then the collar is gently placed on the ground.

Just like Firestar expected, there's an energy that washes over the gathered cats, and even the unreadable Scourge now seems awestruck by the gesture. The collar was something greater than just a collar; though Firestar couldn't remember if he had ever been told what a BloodClan collar represented.

Speaking, again, in Townmew, he explains that Tigerstar made Scourge an Impossible Deal, which the treacherous tyrant never meant to honor in the first place. But he is dead. BloodClan cannot have the territory and the Clan cats have won it fairly-- but what CAN we do for you? What were you seeking?

The answer was so simple that it was almost sickening. That they'd come to blows, and cats had died, over something that could have been worked out so easily. BloodClan had plenty of food from the humans' excess and hunting in the wilderness was not a skill they ever had anyway. What they wanted was materials.

Wood. Flowers and herbs. A chance to walk along the hiking trail and see the giant trees. Maybe the occasional piece of prey they didn't have access to in the town, like squirrels and frogs.

So, for a while. There was peace in the Forest, bringing the Tiger Era to a definitive close and beginning the fruitful, but short-lived Fire Era.

So! Them's the major changes. Take your pick of the scene you think is coolest, personally I've got a thing for Firestar ripping off Scourge's collar.

#BB!TPB #Better Bones AU #BB!Firestar #BB!Iceheart #BB!Scourge #Minor edit: Got possessed with more dialogue for the scourge confrontation scene

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Can I request TF141 x Reader where they’re on a mission til suddenly Y/n got into a fight by the enemy. Til she went trigger bringing out the savage beast and started to kill the enemy who get into her way. TF141 are shock what they’re seeing. They try to calm Y/n but she lost control and about to attack them. Price brought out a record tape that Lasewell give it to him and told him to play it for Y/n calm down just in case. Once Y/n hear the lullaby song the voice from her mother she started to cry and passed out.

Take all the time you need. No need to rush. Btw I love your work. I read all of them.

Ah, thank you for the request. I'm glad you enjoy my writing @silverwolf-108 I realized that you'd sent in a second and third request so I thought I needed to hop to it and finish this one for you!

A/n: I made the tape an ipod instead, I hope you don't mind, it's a bit easier to play quickly in a frantic situation.

Also thank you for being so patient with me, you are an angel 😊😅

The battle had gone on long and hard. Bullets sprayed across the field, wind whipping around you and the boys. Ghost was hidden back against a shed, practically pinned down and unable to move while Johnny bled out. He cupped the sergeants cheek to try and keep him awake, his heart beating out of his chest.

"Y/n!! Find cover!" Simon urges.

He turns back to Johnny, trying to keep him awake.

Your heart pounds out of your chest. Everything is a blur and it's way too much for you. Too stimulating. A bullet whizzes by your hair, blood rushing through your ears.

Your fingers start to itch on your gun, wanting to pull the trigger on these motherfuckers and give them a piece of your fucking mind.

You look back at your team, trying to hide for cover as well. Gaz is tucked into Price's shoulder, hiding against the ground to try and survive the bullet spray.

"Johnny!! Open your eyes sergeant!! We're not done here!"

You see Simon in desperation and Johnny's limp body. It's all too much. Your heart lurches in your chest and you feel like you're going to puke.

Blood drips from Johnny's chest and you lose it. Seeing his blood makes you violent. Animalistic.

You regrip your gun and run from your hiding spot.

"Soldier!!" Price yells at you.

You can't hear, blood rushes in your ears. You throw a smoke grenade one way and take out the two soldiers closest to you. You disregard their fallen bodies and run into the smoke.

You raise the stock of your gun and hit another man upside the head and send him down to the ground.

You drop your gun and grab your knife, grabbing another man by the throat and carving it out and up his jaw. Blood spilled across your face and you kick his body away.

They try to shoot you through the smoke, bullets whizzing and whipping by you but never touching.

You shoot two more men and advance on the others.

Everything is red. Murder and blood was all too much. Too stimulating. Your fingers itch as the smoke clears. Another soldier attempts to take hold of you, your blade meeting him first, followed by you snapping his neck before he has the chance to bleed out.

Another soldier grabs you but you sink your blade into his shoulder, chopping and hacking away at the spot before drawing a deep line across the expanse of his chest.

You don't stop to catch your breath, throwing your knife into the forehead of another man.

Two men grab you and pull you back. You snarl, kicking in the dirt and grab another knife, slicing it into one of the men's wrists and pulling him around and swinging him into the other men.

"I will not let you touch my family." You growl before sinking your blade into his chest and twisting it around in the cavity. The second man tries to get up and run but you slice his leg and slam your blade into the back of his head, blood spilling and splattering across the ground.

The 141 watches in horror and shock. The men that just moments ago were about the kill them all were now being demolished by you. What had happened.

Simon watches, honestly impressed. Though he'd kick your butt for pulling such a stunt and putting yourself in the way like that.

He clutches Johnny tightly to his chest, another bullet whipping past his head before you rip the man's gun from his hands and smash the side right into his face.

Another bullet whizzes by and Price pulls Gaz against his chest, breathing heavy. "It'll be ok, it'll be ok." He reminds Gaz, watching you from where they were hiding with shock and is just as impressed as Simon. Although he sees where your safety is in immediate danger.

Your heart is still beating out of your chest even when things slow and the soldiers are gone.

Using the soldiers gun you shoot down more of the soldiers until the troops begin to slow in numbers.

The last of the soldiers run at you and you hit him with the stock, slamming him on the ground and stomping on his head, cracking it and splattering more blood across the ground.

Price sits up and looks at you, he's not sure if he should congratulate you or slap you over the head.

You just stand there, hunched over and breathing heavily. Your fingers itch, bloody blade still clutched in your hand while you try to recover some semblance of thought.

Gaz gets up from his spot and rushes out to see if you're ok. "Y/n, wh-what was that??"

His footsteps make your head twitch. His hand grazes your shoulder and you push him back, throwing him into the dirt.

Price grabs you and pulls you into a roll with him, ripping you away from Gaz. Your blade drops from your hands and narrowly misses Gaz's eye, slicing a cut against his forehead.

Price is already reacting when he sees you climb on top of Gaz and raise your blade. Gaz tries to kick you off, trying to get away.

You snarl at him, your eyes are dark and he can see that you're not in there, not fully present right now. His heart lurches when the blade starts to come down and he scrunches his eyes tightly.

Price tries to hold you down while you scream and kick and squirm. You hit him with all your might, trying to take him down but he's just so much stronger than you.

Price firmly but lovingly holds you against him, shielding you from the world.

"I'll bloody murder you!!" You scream, trying to bite him.

You grew distressed and uncomfortable in his arms. Too tight, tol restricting, to unsafe. You scream again, trying to kick and punch and spit.

"It's ok y/n, it's ok, it's just us. It's just us." He tries to soothe you with his voice but it's not affective.

You continue to kick and squirm, hitting him in the shoulder and trying to bite his arm.

And then he remembers protocol. He'd been given a rundown on this when you'd joined the 141.

"Gaz, check my bag!"

Gaz whines, clutching his bleeding forehead but rushes to complete the task and searches Price's bag. "When you find and old ipod let me know."

Gaz keeps digging until he finds the phone at 100 percent. "Got it."

"Play the first song, now!"

"Is now the time for songs, captain??"

"Kyle Garrick do it now!!"

Gaz is shaking as he presses play and a soft moldy starts. He holds it's closer to you and your fighting starts to slow. Your nails dig into Price's forearm and your bottom lip quivers.

You go limp and burst into sobs. Hot, wet tears flow down your face and your breathing gets faster. You cling to Price now instead of trying to fight him.

You clutch his gear, trying to breath through heavy tears.

Price runs his hand over your head. "It's ok sergeant, take a deep breath soldier. Take a deep breath."

You whimper and exhaustion floods your body, and your eyes close.

Gaz pauses the music as you fall asleep in Price's arms, curled up in his safety and his warmth.

"What... Just happened??"

"Classified sergeant. But it's over now." He strokes your hair gently. "Now we need to get both Y/n and Johnny out of here now."

Simon comes over, still a little stunned with a shivering, weak Johnny in his arms.

They all move to the evac site where they meet medical. They take both of you and fly their soldiers back to base.

Price is nervous for you to wake up, but he sits the boys down for a chat to try and explain what happened as much as he can. it brings a bit of light to the subject, but doesn't change the fact that Ghost and Gaz didn't see it coming and are a stunned.

Ghost had never seen anything like it. The absolute rage that drove you into that battle like a madwoman.

Nonetheless they were all happy that they survived, it was all thanks to you.

You woke up a day later, exhausted and tired, but alive. You didn't all remember what happened. You remember you were fighting, and then you were cradled in Price's arms. Looking back on it felt like a mindless blur.

You slowly sat up, seeing small wounds of yours patched and stitched.

In the next bed lay Johnny, out cold with bandages tightly wrapped around his chest.

The door opened and you snapped up to look as Price, Ghost and Gaz come in.

"Guys!" You smile and hold your arms out for hugs. Price hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead. "I'm so glad you're alright."

Ghost pats your head and Gaz also hugs you.

You notice the bandage on his forehead and brush your thumb over it. You don't like to see them hurt.

"Who did this to you, Gaz?"

Gaz smiles awkwardly. "Just some guy on the field, but with how you were hacking around I think you got him."

You clutched your head when you felt a sharp headache come on. "I... I don't remember much... I'm sorry."

Price takes your hand and squeezes it. "You were very brave y/n, you saved our asses back there. You don't have to remember it for it to have happened."

You look up at him and nod. "Thank you."

Ghost moves closer to you and grumbles under his breath. "I don't know what the bloody fuck you were doin', but you could have gotten yourself killed!!" He sighs and squeezes you in a tight hug, surprising you.

"So bloody glad you're alive. You hear me??"

You hug him back and smile. "I hear you lieutenant."

He pulls away and leans over the other bed, clutching Johnny's limp hand in his own.

"What about Johnny??" You ask.

They all look over at Johnny who is still unconscious and breathing quietly. The heartbeat monitor near his bedside plays in soft smooth rhythms.

"Johnny is alright. Lost a lot of blood and needs rest, but he is doing ok."

You sigh in relief. Price helps you off your bedside and you shake out your sore limbs. "I think I'm gonna go rest in my room for a bit... Thank you."

"Of course sergeant, call us if you need us."

"Will do Captain."

You headed down to your room, still with a headache you crawled into your nice warm bed, and drifted asleep. The anxiety and overstimulation got to you sometimes on the field, reminding you of things and sending you into overdrive fight mode.

But I guess this time it really did save your asses. Johnny doesn't remember anything, but he'll thank you for saving them regardless.

And they all lived happily ever after, I hope you like it 😊

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #ghost x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #platonic x reader #platonic ghost x reader #although some characters like Johnny are only briefly mentioned because #well....#hes unconscious

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Desert Rose

Chapter 30 ~ Three little words

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 5.7k

⚠️TW : Mentions of scars and past abuse

In this chapter ~ After the long and painful day, the group returns to see the progress Hershel was making in this new adjustment they all had to grow accustomed too. But another unexpected thing seems to hit Rose directly in the face, hearing Daryl admit something from his past that she was completely unaware of. But she seemed to shock him just as much if not more with the confession that easily slips off her tongue.

The walk towards the cellblock was long and awkward, no one truly knowing what to say after we witnessed this man beg for his life, while the other slowly accepted it. But it only got more tense when we saw the state of the place they would soon be staying. There were dead bodies littered around everywhere, the inmates scanning each one and informing us sadly that some of these men were once their friends.

It was almost heartbreaking to see them grieve them all at once, taking it all in as they mentally prepared themselves that they would have to live in the same space where their ghosts lied.

"Let's go." Rick said eventually, seeing as they were on their way to getting settled.

"So you're just going to leave us in here?" Oscar asked as he gestured to the ground, spilt blood everywhere, "This is sick." he muttered.

"We're locking down this cellblock. From now on this part of the prison is yours, take it or leave it, that was the deal." he replied bitterly before slowly making his way out through the way we came.

Daryl and I stood side by side and he was the first one to speak up, "You think this is sick? Ya don't want to know what's outside." he informed, pausing momentarily as he ducked his head, "But m' sorry bout yer friends man." he said quietly.

The two just nodded in appreciation, Daryl turning to pull my sleeve to follow him out the door, but I stopped him, "Just give me a second." I whispered.

He hesitantly nodded, walking out of the space but still staying close enough in case anything happened as I turned back to look at them, "I was never going to let him kill you." I said, "I just figured you should know that."

They looked almost confused at my words as Oscar was the one to ask, "Why?"

I simply shrugged, "Because I'm good at reading people, and I know you were telling the truth back there. You didn't deserve that."

They nodded in appreciation, Axel stepping forward with a smile, "Thank you, miss." he spoke in a quiet voice.

I nodded and turned back around to leave, seeing Daryl lent up against the wall as he waited patiently for me. He offered his hand to me as I walked by, taking it in my own as we walked back to our cellblock a few feet behind T-Dog's frame just a ways ahead.

"Was gonna kill that guy for what he did." he mumbled suddenly.

I looked up at him and smiled, "I know."

"Rick beat me to it. Asshole." he joked.

I laughed lightly to myself with a shake of my head, "I know, how dare he take that away from you." I continued on playfully, "But that bastard's dead now, no matter who took care of him. That guy seemed out of his damn mind." I spoke, now turning serious.

He frowned down at me as he nodded, "Yeah." he quietly agreed.

The rest of the way back was filled with silence, my mind only going back to Maggie and Beth, desperately wanting to check up on them. But that meant walking back into the cell that Hershel was recovering in, subtly preparing myself to see the worst since everyone was panicking the last time I was in there.

I prayed that we were fast enough to be able to save him, but I still had a few doubts in the back of my mind. I mean hell, none of us have hacked a limb off before so the odds worried me.

When we finally made it back to our cellblock, Carl saw me immediately as he was standing right outside of the man's cell, quickly releasing a breath and running over to wrap me in a tight hug. We must've been gone for longer than I thought. I smiled as I let go of Daryl's hand, leaning down to hold him tight as he almost shuttered in my arms.

"You guys okay?" he asked before fully pulling away.

"We're okay." I confirmed before daring to turn my head to look into Hershel's cell and saw he seemed to be doing as well as he could be, but he still wasn't awake, "How's he doing?" I asked.

"He...stopped breathing for a minute, but my mom saved him."

"It's true." Glenn confirmed, coming out of the cell next to greet us.

I looked at him sadly and pulled him in for a hug, hearing him sigh before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I knew how worried he was along with the rest and that scare probably didn't help anything in fact it only made things worse. But he was breathing again, thanks to Lori that meant everything.

Though I finally just bit the bullet as I couldn't help but stare at him over Glenn's shoulder, pulling away from him and walking slowly into the cell to gaze at his face, hearing Rick follow close behind me.

I saw the girls I was most worried about inside and placed my hands on their shoulders. They both turned around with sad smiles on their faces, and Beth turned fully to hug me. Maggie just grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly before she couldn't help but face his bed once more. We all just looked at him in utter silence and worry, hoping he would be okay, hoping the color would come back to his face and then soon he would wake from the unconscious state.

I examined all the medical supplies that were lying on the floor, most of the bottles were empty along with many used bandages he had bled through. Everything was left a complete mess as their scattered actions had to work fast to finally slow down the bleeding. My eyes trailed up to his face again, noticing the fact that one of his hands was cuffed to the bed in case...well in case he turned. That alone didn't give me much more hope.

But then, something happened that seemed to catch all of our attention. The man began to stir, scrunching his nose up at the bright light the window provided, and I could see his eyes moving just barely under his eyelids. Beth stood up a bit straighter, noticing his brief movements as well almost instantly. A sudden soft groan left his lips, before he then fully opened his eyes and I let out a heavy breath I had no idea I was holding in.

Beth let out a quiet gasp and slowly let go of me, making her way over to her dad, right next to Maggie. They whispered to him in disbelief, leaning over the side of the bed expressing how worried they were as they began to cry, but he gave them a quick smile to reassure them that he was okay. Rick made his way over quickly, taking the key he had to unlock the handcuffs, letting the man rub his sore wrist from being held up for so long. Hershel then took the man's hand, giving it a shake as Rick whispered something down to him I couldn't quite make out.

The older man's eyes then suddenly made their way over to me, gesturing me over towards the bed for me to come closer. My hesitant steps made their way over to the side of the cot slowly, squatting down low to his level. He took my hand in both of his own and I smiled at him while a few tears escaped from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. He squeezed my hand gently in his own, giving me a genuine smile and a nod of his head, telling me a thousand things without saying a word.

He was thanking me. Maybe he remembered everything, my idea that led to saving his life, but I couldn't know for sure. But it didn't matter. I nodded back to him once as I watched him close his eyes once more, getting more rest as he breathed in and out deeply. I glanced over at Beth and motioned her to come over, placing his hand in hers while the two sisters took over my place as I stepped back, laughing and hugging each other in relief. I wanted them to have their moment as a family, so I slowly backed out of the space, knowing that he was truly going to be alright.

Daryl caught my arm the moment I got away and pulled me in for a hug that I desperately needed as I rested my cheek against his chest with a sigh, feeling him lightly run his hands up and down my back. We stayed like that for much longer than I intended before we pulled apart enough to quietly watch the sisters reunite with their dad. I was so happy everything worked out the way it did, Hershel was alive and the unwanted prisoners were dead. Today took an unexpected turn, but I silently thanked the universe it all worked out in the end.

In just a few hours, the sun had set fully and the stars shined brightly from outside the prison windows as I sat up in bed reading one of my books. I found myself reading this one over and over again for the past few months while we were on the road, but it was truly a fascinating one so I didn't mind too much. Though the talk about a potential library somewhere in the prison intrigued me.

After visiting with Hershel for a while, Rick eventually gathered us together quick to talk about a plan for the days to come. He spoke about exploring the rest of the prison considering how much ground there was left to cover, picking through each place with each passing day as much as we could. Scoping out each place until the whole building was completely clear and safe.

After we went over it, he told us to simply rest up for tomorrow, but Daryl stayed behind to talk to him about some things. So, I was just passing the time before he came in, scanning the words on the pages as the light from the small lantern illuminated the book.

My ears perked up suddenly when I heard footsteps coming closer to our shared room and I slightly lowered my book from my eyes. Speak of the devil.

I glanced up right as he stepped in the doorway, "Hey, love." I greeted.

He smiled, "Hey." he said before setting his crossbow down on the ground, walking over close enough to crawl onto the mattress and in between my legs before crashing softly with a small thud.

He managed to maneuver himself to where his head was resting on my lower stomach, causing me to pull the book out from under him and folded the corner of the page before placing it out of sight. His arms tightened around my waist while my hands instantly went to his head, massaging his scalp lightly.

I couldn't help but smile at his tired state, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of my fingers running through the tangles in his hair. He breathed in and out deeply, relaxing more and more under my touch with each passing second. We laid there in comfortable silence for a long while just like that, so much time passing by that I thought he had fallen asleep. Until I felt him move.

He lifted his head ever so slightly to the right, feeling him begin to bite at the skin of my inner thigh, igniting a small gasp from my lips. His movements didn't stop as he now placed light kisses over the teeth marks he created, before turning his head to do the same thing on my other leg. My heart felt as though it stilled for a moment as I swallowed thickly, loving the sensation he was creating. And just by his actions speaking louder than words, he loved it too.

He then suddenly pushed himself up onto his elbows, beginning to trail his lips up my stomach and towards my chest, working his way up impossibly slowly to my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed in content, leaning my head against the wall to give him better access as I felt his tongue drag across my neck lightly before his lips began to attack my jawline. He made his way up to my cheeks, my nose, before finally planting a heavy kiss on my lips.

I hummed in approval and kissed him back deeply, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. His tongue slipped its way past my parted lips, licking wildly around my entire mouth as his pace quickened. I then slowly sat up, pushing him off of me to turn him over, straddling his hips now without breaking our lips apart once. He let out a sound of surprise at my actions but then smiled against my mouth, placing his hands on either side of me, running his fingertips up and down my sides gently.

That was enough to send a familiar tingling sensation through me as I began to rock slightly back and forth, creating a rhythm. His breath caught in his throat a little with a strain groan, before breathing deeply and ravishing in the new feeling it provided for him. I parted from him briefly to start to teasingly attack his neck, sucking lightly as I made my way further down towards just the beginning of his chest. He let out a grunt with rolled eyes, his hands falling to my hips as he gave them a firm squeeze.

I came back up breathless, "Tired?" I asked with a smirk on my face, my lips only inching closer to his once more.

He chuckled, "Hell no." he muttered before reaching up to grab my chin, pulling me down more to crash his lips onto mine once more.

Our lips moved in sync for a few moments, our hands moving around on each other's bodies almost desperately as if we somehow craved even more of each other. Daryl nearly growled as he broke away momentarily, going back to my neck again as his sharp teeth nipped at my skin gently, his hands moving slowly to the hem of my shirt. I was too engulfed in the feeling that I couldn't help the soft moan that left my lips when his mouth reached a certain spot on the right side of my neck. I could feel the stupid smirk grow on his face as he continued, not stopping or faltering once.

My hands moved desperately to the buttons on his shirt, slowly breaking them apart one by one before he quickly stopped what he was doing and jumped back as if he had just been burned. I looked back at him with sudden concern, confusion filling me as I gazed down to his chest counting I had only undone two, enough to barely see the start of his skin.

His breathing was heavy as he looked down to anywhere but my face, remaining completely silent. I slowly began to back off of his legs, sensing that I had done something wrong, but didn't know what.

"Are you okay?" I asked him softly, reaching out slowly to place a hand on his cheek.

He nodded absentmindedly but still wouldn't look me in the eye, his mind elsewhere as he thought hard about something clearly serious. I said his name softly after a few seconds, attempting to get his attention as I slowly took my other hand and placed it on his other cheek, lifting his head up to meet my eyes.

"Talk to me." I said.

He sighed and took my hands off his face, kissing my right palm softly, "M' sorry." he muttered quietly, almost ashamed.

I shook my head immediately, "No, don't be sorry. We don't have to do anything tonight, I just thought-"

"No, I want to," he quickly interrupted me, "It's just...there's something I haven't..." he trailed off, cursing under his breath as he couldn't find the right words.

I waited patiently for him to continue but he didn't. He instead only raised his hands to his own shirt, undoing the rest of them slowly himself. My eyes only narrowed in slight confusion as I watched, but made no attempts to stop or question him. When he was finally done with all the buttons, he slowly peeled his shirt off of his broad shoulders and I couldn't help but stare at him.

This was the very first time I had seen him without his shirt on and I let my eyes roam around his toned chest. He was beautiful. Nearly breathtaking as his figure was being illuminated by the lantern still off to the side. We had obviously had sex before but it was never at intimate as it was starting to be just now, never seeing each other fully naked as we were always somewhat in a rush. Some articles of clothing were just left on every time, but I never thought anything of it until now, seeing that he was clearly hiding something.

He then broke the silence, "I've been... meanin to show ya this because... I trust ya. But um... I haven't had a chance till... now I guess."

I nodded my head slowly, "Okay... I'm a little confused." I admitted.

"M' sure ya are, just...just gimme a second." he said while again, not being able to meet my eyes as his head ducked down lower.

I didn't push him, I didn't question him, I was only silent as I waited for him to open up to me about something that was clearly very nerve racking for him. When he finally got the courage, he turned around slowly with his back facing me and I couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped my lips at the sight I didn't expect.

There were huge scars covering almost the entirety of his back, crisscrossing over each other as they were all equally long and deep. My eyes followed each and every one, noticing a medium sized tattoo that was on his right shoulder, one that I couldn't make out in the darkness. But the other things I could see very clearly, almost too clearly.

I could see his shoulders slump slightly and he hung his head low with a heavy sigh, as if he were ashamed about them like I am about mine. The moment at the farm those many nights ago was now making perfect sense, seeing now that he understood the embarrassment I felt. I slowly found myself inching closer to him once I had processed every mark, raising my hand to gently place my hand on his back, feeling him slightly flinch.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." I said just above a whisper.

I began to lightly rub his shoulder in attempts to comfort him as he continued to speak, "They're from my old man. He uh... used to beat the shit outta me and my brother. Merle took most of em but... when he left to join the military...I-" his voice cracked.

I shushed him quietly, letting him know he didn't need to say another word. I hugged him from behind and placed my cheek on his shoulder, feeling his back move as he breathed in and out deeply. He relaxed almost instantly under my touch, placing his hands over mine that rested on his stomach. We sat in silence, not moving or speaking for a matter of minutes before I suddenly had an idea.

I slowly picked up my head from his shoulder and began to kiss the scar that was left behind there. I heard him gasp lightly at the action, and I continued to kiss the ones along his back, his other shoulder, making sure I didn't miss a single spot as he sat up straighter at the feeling.

When I was done, I placed my hands on either of his shoulders and lightly turned him around to face me fully again. His eyes looked into mine deeply, watching me intently as I opened my mouth to speak.

"You once told me that I didn't have to be ashamed about anything around you, right?" I asked.

He slowly nodded his head, "Well, you don't have to be ashamed about anything around me. Especially not this." I said softly.

He sighed deeply without looking away from me, silent for a few minutes before saying, "M' sorry for not... showin em to ya sooner. M' just...embarrassed of em, was scared..." he tried to explain the best he could.

I shook my head immediately, "Don't apologize. It's a hard thing to do, showing someone. I would know." I winked.

He smiled small, leaving a certain glint in his eyes. He looked so utterly stunning sitting here in front of me, and he had just shown me something that he was the most insecure about. I had only hoped I made him feel just as safe and protected as he made me feel that night on the farm. I think in that moment we both knew that we weren't alone when it came to this. Which brought me more relief than you could possibly imagine, having someone who understands you.

A thought then popped into my head for a moment and I wanted to act fast, I felt if I thought about it too much then I wouldn't say it. He needed to know. He needed to know how much he truly meant to me, even if he didn't say it back. I wanted him to know.

"Fuck it." I muttered quietly as I grasped his hand softly and dared to look him in the eye, "I love you."

His eyes widened ever so slightly as my words echoed in the quiet air around us. When he didn't say anything, I feared that I hadn't thought it through enough, that I had suddenly messed up what we had worked so hard to build. I began to overthink everything. But as soon as I saw a huge smile break out onto his face, I was instantly relieved.

He brought my hand up to his mouth, kissing my knuckles lightly before saying, "I love you too."

I felt my eyes light up, "Really?" I asked softly.

"Really, really." he assured as he placed a few more light kisses against my hand.

I let out a breath, placing a hand over my chest dramatically as he chuckled, "Christ, we gotta work on how you space things out because-"

He immediately shut me up as he captured my lips in a soft kiss, gently pushing me back down on the bed. I gasped softly at the feeling on his tongue slowly entering my mouth, his teeth coming out to bite my lower lip gently as he pulled back.

"Tired?" he asked quietly.

"Hell no." I breathed before kissing him deeply again.

It had been a few days since Tomas had been taken care of, a few days since Hershel woke and found himself recovering, and a few days since we both said I love you. It's safe to say we couldn't keep our hands off each other. This was the happiest we both had been in a very long time because of all the recent events. We had a safe place to stay, we had the group, and most importantly we had each other. I felt very hopeful.

Currently we are still trying to clean up the prison, burn the remaining walkers and move the cars up closer to the building along with Daryl's bike. Rick was giving instructions on what we needed to get done today to a few of us who gathered outside to listen, but we all noticed quickly that a few of us were missing.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol pointed out.

"They're up in the guard tower." I said suggestively with a small smirk.

"The guard tower?" Rick questioned, "They were just up there last night."

I glanced over at him, "Rick." I said to get his attention. He looked over at me and I looped my arm through his, "Anyone ever had the talk with you?" I asked.

He immediately smiled and shook his head at me once the dots finally connected in his head.

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl yelled up towards the space.

We stood there in a line waiting for a response, looking up at the nearest guard tower, waiting for them to poke their heads out with disheveled hair. Glenn came out only a few seconds later in a rush without a shirt on, trying to quickly button his pants back up.

"Hey! What's up guys?" he yelled back a bit sheepishly.

"You comin?" Daryl asked.

He stood still there for a moment, halting his movements before asking, "What?"

We were all trying our best not to laugh at Daryl's choice of words but were failing pretty miserably as we watched the fearful look on Glenn's face. My forehead rested on Rick's shoulder as I tried to shield my face, stifling my laughs as I heard him chuckle lightly.

"You comin?" he asked one more time, "Come on! We could use a hand." he gestured as he began to turn around.

"Yeah, we'll be right down!" he finally said, fumbling with his pants once more as he made his way back inside in a rush.

With the confirmation of their help, the five of us then began to walk down the gravel road towards where the cars were parked in the front, wanting to move them first before anything. I nudged Daryl's side once he had caught up with me, catching his attention before the others could hear.

"You know, I think I'm taking watch in the guard tower tonight." I spoke quietly.

His eyebrows raised slightly at the suggestion, "Is that an invitation?" he asked in a hushed tone, a lazy smirk crossing his lips.

I just shrugged my shoulders but winked at him knowingly, watching him chuckle. But something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, making my smile drop as I looked back towards the front. It was the prisoners coming over to talk to us which surprised me, seeing as I didn't expect them to be out walking about with the way Rick had talked and acted towards them. They practically walked into that cellblock with their tails in between their legs that day, I didn't know why they were coming back out to talk now.

Rick saw this around the same time I did, looking back at us with a nod of his head, "Follow me." he muttered.

I was about to take a step forward, but Daryl stopped me, "Hey, stay here this time. Please." he said softly.

"Really?" I deadpanned.

"After what that asshole said to ya the other day, yeah really." he said before turning around and following the others.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes a bit as they continued to approach the men, but didn't make any effort to argue as I knew he kind of had a point. I would never admit that out loud to him, but the guys that we had kept alive were still unpredictable. We hadn't had the chance to trust them enough for them just to be walking around the gates with the rest of our people. And Rick looked like he was about to make that crystal clear right now.

A huff passed through my lips as I leaned up against the car behind me right beside Carol, watching as Glenn and Maggie made it out of the watchtower to join in the hushed conversation. Though it wasn't that hard to tell what was being said with all the gestures Rick seemed to be throwing. Really enunciating how pissed he was to see them.

"I never got to say I told you so." Carol suddenly broke the silence with a smug smile.

I glanced over at her, "What?"

She laughed quietly, "I had about eight months to say it to you, but I guess never really found the right time. Too busy running for our lives, right?"

"Yeah, I guess... but I'm still not following." I said.

She gave me a certain look before saying, "He likes you. I told you so."

I then let out a laugh, now knowing exactly what she meant as she gave me shit about it time and time again back on the farm. "Hey, I guess you're right. Man, you sure know everything."

"Not everything," she corrected, "...almost everything." she winked.

I smiled and bumped her shoulder with mine before glancing back ahead towards the group, seeing it get a little more heated than before. After a few minutes Rick locked them back up behind a fence and came back over with a determination in his step to discuss what they talked about. We kept going back and forth whether or not to let them into the group, though I thought the answer was pretty clear.

T-Dog wanted to give them a chance when everyone else seemed weary about it, noting the fact that these were complete strangers that we didn't know from Adam. It was true that I felt sorry for them, they had just lost a lot in the past couple of days and seemed like good men, but I wasn't just thinking for myself. I had to think about the rest of the group, Carl and Beth especially. I couldn't let anything happen to them, so I leaned more towards Rick's side when it came to this, trying to ignore T-Dog's disappointment.

The group then fanned out towards the vehicles we had to roll up through the gates, parking them in a line so they would be easy to grab and go when we needed. But just the walk down towards them was a chore within itself, the sun baking every part of me as I subtly wiped the thin line of sweat off my forehead.

I looked down at my arm in the process, eyeing the long sleeve shirt that I relied heavily on to hide every insecurity that I had. I thought about it for a few minutes while I sweat my ass off in the heat, before biting the bullet and rolling up the thick sleeves up past my elbows, offering me some kind of relief.

If I was being honest with myself, I was tired of hiding them, knowing that no one would even bat an eye or notice them at all if I began to actually wear what I wished. I wanted to start feeling more comfortable in my own skin, more confident in myself in general, but it took pretty big and uncomfortable steps to do that.

But I was willing to try.

I breathed a sigh of relief once I felt a breeze pass by, opening the car door I was standing in front of to get in before noticing Daryl was coming up to me once more, stopping my movements completely.

Although I expected no one to really notice the change that my mind seemed to focus so hard on, Daryl took notice almost instantly as his steps faltered once he got close enough. But I tried not to let that get to me, knowing that the man was observant as all hell and knew me better than anyone, knowing how this was unusual for me.

His steps then stopped when he was right next to me, glancing down momentarily, "Rose-" he started.

"It's hot." I said simply as I let out a nervous laugh, "And I don't know, I figured it was time to start being a little more confident in myself."

He nodded quickly in agreement, "Yeah, course." he muttered, "Just...wanted to make sure ya-"

"I know." I smiled, "Just want to feel comfortable in my own skin for once...and I figured this is where you start. Baby steps."

His lip quirked up in amusement, "Baby steps." he agreed before placing a kiss on my cheek, "Just came over to see if ya wanted ta help bring some firewood back after this."

"Yeah." I nodded, "I'll just be a few minutes."

After we parted ways, I watched him walk towards his bike to follow the rest of us up while I started up the car I was in. We followed each other in a straight line as T-Dog walked backwards up the road, waving us on to guide us.

After moving all the cars up closer to the prison, a few of the guys started to head out of the fences towards the woods like Daryl mentioned as the rest of us were finishing up. I hopped out of the car I was driving with a slam of my door, heading towards the area to help them like I promised, before stopping suddenly when I saw Maggie pause her movements from beside me.

My gaze followed hers to see Hershel making his way out of the building to get some fresh air, using the crutches we found as best as he could with Lori, Beth, and Carl by his sides. A smile was brought to my face seeing how well he was recovering, hearing Maggie laugh in pure relief as she watched him.

"Well, look at you go!" I called to get his attention.

He looked over upon hearing the sound of my voice and smiled, turning suddenly to try and make his way over to me, leaving me quickly jogging the rest of the way so he wouldn't push himself. My steps slowed down to a stop once I was close enough, watching as he spoke before I even got the chance.

"I never thanked you for saving my life." he stated.

I waved him off, "You don't have to thank me. Besides Rick was the one who did that I... chickened out." I said bluntly.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, "But it was your quick thinking, wasn't it?" he asked, leaving me silent as he nodded in confirmation, "You were the one who gave me another opportunity, more time with my girls...so thank you Ro." he said sincerely.

My heart warmed as I nodded my head instantly, "Of course...I'm just glad you're okay," I admitted before taking another long glance at him, "Did I ever tell you you're looking more and more like Santa Clause?" I motioned to his white beard, trying to lighten the mood again.

He laughed and squeezed my shoulder, "You've reminded me every day."

"Just checking." I shrugged.

He carefully lifted one of his arms and pulled me in for a hug, which I gladly returned as he balanced. I was so happy he was okay and seemed to be doing great with moving around so far, silently thankful that he had made it this far. We both pulled apart from each other and I gave him another smile before a sudden, frantic yell caught our attention.

"Walkers!" Carl called out.

It was like after he screamed, everything started to move in slow motion.

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— HIKARU NARA

heizou, kazuha, venti, xiao, aether x gn!reader, slight afab! reader on heizou's first part. but besides that, no set of pronouns used, i think. [crack, fluff, slight suggestive jokes with my painful humor.] likes ’n reblogs are appreciated!! <3

HEIZOU

"i..." "you..?" "i..." you really couldn't understand what heizou was trying to say. "you... want to eat me out?" you muttered out. "what?! no!.. maybe.." he shook his head, you clicked your tongue, "shame. wait what?" "nothing!" you looked away in disappointment, getting a quick kiss on your shoulder. looking back quickly, to see the young detective was gone.

—

"heizou, hide!! you exclaimed, "hm, why is that?" he put a hand on his chin, "because my boyfriend is coming!" an uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere. he removed his hand from his face, "[name].. you're a dumbass.." your eyes softened, "well you're dating me, doesn't make you any less different." "..but you're my dumbass." he said.

—

"it was a joke babe please open the door!—" what had happened, you may think, well, you decided to pull a prank to your called detective boyfriend, maybe a little too far, for his and your liking. well, not really a prank. all you had to do was ask, "why didn't you tell me?!" flashback.. "why didn't you tell me, heizou?!" you asked, frustrated. "ARE YOU MAD" heizou asked, "I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOUR PIZZA IN THE FRIDGE" you paused for a second, "?? THAT WAS YOU?"

KAZUHA

"babe" kazuha whispered, "i see them, you take the left i take the right one." he chuckled, "knew i loved you for a reason. and maybe so much more reasons."

—

“does anyone else feel like shit or is it just me and the guy from radio head." you asked, while you layed your head on kazuhas shoulder, "are you okay, love?" he asked, "i.. feel worn out, jesus christ. my head hurts as well." the older male placed a quick kiss on your forehead, "get better soon. rest for awhile, hm?"

—

"never thought id be replaced by you.. cheater." you grumbled, staring at kazuha hugging you two's cat on your shared bed, "i thought we had something special.." you got on the bed as you felt a hand on your waist, and a small chuckle. did he hear what you said?

VENTI

"no!" venti suddenly grabs your hand, "we're back on OUR bullshit!" you deadpanned, "please, no." you lowered your head.

—

".. would you date me if i was a worm?" you asked, venti hesitated. "im not answering that." he shook his head. "so you wouldn't? why not" "I NEVER SAID I WOULDN'T—" "THEN WHY'D YOU SAY YOU WEREN'T ANSWERING" people stared at you both while you two were bickering around playfully. at least they thought the bickering was playful.

—

"did you do the math hw" he asked, "because if you did, can you send me the answers later.." you slowly turned your head to him. "no." "..what a good excuse. im 99% sure you did it. so might as well send it if you don't want your ass beaten by an archon." he smiled.

XIAO

"xiao." he turned his head, "hm?" "why is my valorant now in gold when i haven't played in a month?" he shrugged, "don't know, did you get hacked? you haven't played in a month, they did you a good thing though." you looked him eye to eye, "did you play on my valorant account?" ".. i just wanted to play comp with you.."

—

"you know xiao, i think modern day dracula would suck hella dick instead of blood." silence filled the room. "please respond. i told you my disturbing sense of humor. by the way i am a vampire." you sarcastically said. xiaos ears turned into a soft shade of pink.

—

"xiao, let's take a picture together!" venti said as he smiled and brought his phone out, as xiao sighed, his eyes not moving from a piece of paper he was using for to study. "..quickly! im gonna send it to [name]!" his eyes went up, as he quickly went beside venti, wearing his glasses cause you said he looked more attractive than he is in glasses.

AETHER

"i just got doxxed on twitter because i didn't like nicki minaj's music." he was shaking when he said that, "that's the problem, you said you didn't like her music, the barbz will hunt you down." you looked down, "babe, let's move."

—

"[name], you bullied me in 7th grade." you shrugged, "im sorry your face looked punchable?" "fuck you" he muttered, "please do." "okay sure" your eyes widened, "wait, what?!"

—

"do you think someone in school has a crush on me?" you questioned, "what's with the sudden question?" aether said, "don't know. answer me!" you rolled your eyes. "yes, me." he wrapped an arm around your waist, "i have a big fat enormous crush on you, [name]."

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itsclydebitches · 3 months

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The amount of times RWBY wants us to feel scared for the safety of characters while conveniently forgetting Aura exists is staggering. Neo attacks Ruby with the intent to kill but her Aura is still active. James almost shoots Marrow with the intent to kill but his Aura is still active. Watts hacks an Atlesian Knight to run towards Qrow, Robyn and the Ace Ops with the intent to explode but their Auras are still all active. Sure the attacks would hurt like hell but they're not gonna kill, why should I fear for their safety?

If we're being generous (I'm having a good night lol) I suppose we could read moments like James vs. Marrow as shocking not because it would be a one-shot death sentence, but because he's threatening - in general - to take Marrow down. Sort of the equivalent of an IRL person raising their fists. Is that an immediate threat to the person's life? No. Are you making it clear that you're willing to fight over this while also ambiguously leaving it open how far you're willing to take things? Yeah.

You're right though, too often RWBY relies on average action threats (a pistol, an explosion, etc.) to raise the stakes without taking into account that none of that should be very scary to our protagonists. Not until their aura breaks (and we have no sense of when that will happen, despite them all supposedly carrying Scrolls to tell them. Which I get because if RWBY introduced clear thresholds of when aura breaks they'd have to actually abide by that rule). I feel the same way about characters about to fall: Ruby hanging off the airship with Neo, Ruby hanging off the cliff while fighting Cordovin, Ruby and Oscar both going down in an airship. The very first technique we're shown is a landing strategy, so how is falling from a massive height - even while taking into account other factors like, say, snagging the farm boy who never went to Huntsmen school and might need to use you as a personal parachute - meant to be taken as a serious threat?

In this regard the void of Volume 8 is actually a GREAT idea. Suddenly your landing strategy doesn't mean a thing if you have nowhere to land. Suddenly a single hit can be a threat. Not because the hit itself would seriously hurt you, but because it might knock you off the edge. I actually love the concept of Yang falling at the start of that fight, RWBY just did such a horrific job of executing it that there's nothing left for me to enjoy. Why does Yang panic like that when, as established, a single hit from Neo is not going to kill Ruby, or even seriously hurt her? Why is she jumping in front of her sister at all when the entire POINT (supposedly) of her Volume 3+ arc was to learn fight smarter, rather than relying on emotional impulsivity? (I will seriously never be over how that moment is an exact repeat of Yang trying to save Blake and yet the show doesn't seem to realize that.) Why does only Blake have a reaction to Yang "dying"? Why didn't the whole team of talented fighters with various ranged weaponry/magic/speed make a serious attempt to catch her?

All of this isn't even taking into account how Yang, as someone who powers up via taking hits, should consistently be standing her ground like she did against the mech, knowing her aura will not only save her, but give her an advantage. She's the tank. If Yang had gotten in front of Ruby with a confident, calm expression that conveyed her understanding that Neo can't one-shot her aura like Adam once did, taking the hit both to spare Ruby's aura and power her semblance as a strategic decision (give her a smirk and a taunting line like, "Thanks for the boost" before knocking Neo back), then later falls some other way after her team tries and fails to save her... that would have been so much better imo.

Yang's lack of engagement with her semblance has been especially frustrating for me after her line about how Adam "cheats." If Yang thinks it sucks that she has to take a beating to gain an edge... show her actually taking a beating to gain an edge. You know, like the show once did. It would be so badass to watch Yang getting in the way of all the attacks against her team, toeing the line between safety and breaking her own aura, before finally EXPLODING with a massive attack she's been saving up for, making that sacrifice worth it.

(Also potentially devastating if she's taking those hits with turning the tide in mind... but then she falls before she can see her plan through.)

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Walk with Me - Ch 1

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Chapter Summary: The stakeout, some revelations, a takedown of sorts. We're just meeting everyone here, folks.

Chapter Warnings: Drug use, mention of drug trafficking, mention of blow jobs, light dom/sub behavior, past relationship pining, cheating (-ish?)

Word Count: 3.1K

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Syverson

"He's on the move."

Agent Syverson watched all nine monitors with an intensity felt throughout the surveillance trailer. He had two agents inside the posh Miami nightclub wearing cameras and his tech had hacked into the security feed for views of the bar, near the DJ, and over the entrance to VIP. Through an earpiece, he advised Agent Ramos to shift right while he motioned for Agent Baylen to swap camera views on the top three monitors. Something had caught Syverson's attention and he wanted confirmation before deciding the next moves for his team.

When Ramos had panned far enough onto the dance floor, Syverson called for her to stop and had Baylen zoom in on the screen. Coupled with the cameras from the DJ booth, Syverson had what he needed.

He watched her body move with what seemed like reckless abandon, but if this was who he thought it was, those moves were anything but careless. There was a point and purpose to every swing and wave, every roll of her hips, every toss of her head.

"Sugar?" Syverson wasn't sure how the word slipped out because he was positive he only whispered it to himself in his head. But suddenly, eyes were on him and he felt his ire growing. He did not need this attention or the distraction.

"What was that, sir?" Agent Moore asked.

Did he ignore it? Wave it off? Pretend it never happened? If only one other person had heard it, maybe he could get away with it. But as it stood, all three agents in the trailer were looking at him expectantly.

"Could I get some damn sugar for my damn coffee?" he barked, a little harsher than even he meant it to come out.

"I thought you took your coffee black, sir," Moore spoke.

"Well not tonight, I guess." His stare shut them the rest of the way up and everyone put their focus back on the task at hand, which was all he wanted in the first place.

Now he could watch her in peace.

Her moves told him she was hunting and the poor sap desperate enough to stand next to her was going down. He knew exactly how it would feel, too, because he remembered those nights with her like it was yesterday.

Even so young he had fallen fast and hard. Maybe he was mistaken, but she acted like she couldn’t be without him, too. So he spent any free time he could find between farm chores, football practice, and family responsibilities to hold her close and kiss her as deep as he knew how at the time.

She seduced him right away, but prom was something special and he thought for sure she was the one forever. He never got the chance to tell her how he felt, however, because it had taken him the rest of senior year to figure it out and by then, she was gone, moved away with her family to take care of an ailing relative far enough away that long distance felt like never again.

He called, she wrote, they managed one clandestine meet up on borrowed funds, and then it was his turn to disappear when he enlisted, not knowing what else he wanted to do with his life when sports didn't pan out and farm life lost its appeal.

But he never stopped thinking about her and the way she moved. On the dance floor and later that night in the cool sheets of the bed at the hotel room he sprang for. And now here she was, all these years later, like a cold splash of water to his face.

"Sir?" he heard like a faraway dream in his ear. "Do you want us to take him?"

Suddenly, she wasn't alone. Sure the dance floor was crowded, but until that moment she hadn't been dancing with anyone in particular. When his real mark for the night stepped into view, Agent Syverson almost broke the back of the chair he was leaning on.

August Walker, one of Miami's most notorious drug kingpins, was standing in front of his high school sweetheart and watching her with as much intensity as Syverson was. Only, August Walker could reach out and touch her if he wanted to.

Syverson watched as she danced around Walker, who simply stood stock still on the floor, not giving one single fuck if he was interrupting anyone's flow. And when Walker grasped her arm the next time she moved in front of him, Syverson almost broke.

"Anyone know who this is?"

"It's in the file, sir. This is Francesca Beaumont. We think she's his newest mule."

His throat went dry as Agent Moore finished her statement and he couldn't scramble for the file folder on the table in front of him fast enough. Sure enough, there in the report were the name and the details in black and white. Her photo was stuck behind those of a few other known mules and he cursed himself for missing it. That's not the way he liked to start off when taking the lead on a long running case.

And no wonder the name didn't stick out for him. In school, she went by Frankie. And her last name was Malloy. Had she married somewhere over the years, he wondered to himself.

Fuck.

"Stand down. I know we want this guy, but have any of you actually seen him do anything illegal tonight? Some rule out there about not dancing on a dance floor?"

He watched as cameras panned to follow August Walker who was now leading his Frankie away from the flashing lights of the DJ booth and up the stairs to his secured VIP lounge.

"Someone get me everything we have on her."

August

Francesca wasn’t supposed to be in the club tonight, August knew that for sure. He’d been very clear with her.

In the weeks since he’d activated her, she’d usually taken his direction so well. If she stepped out of line unknowingly, she was always willing to take a note and do whatever he asked of her to change her behavior. She was so pliant. Just like he liked them.

Her first test trip was to Amsterdam. She didn’t question it when he told her had to fly out early, but he’d meet her there. The morning of her flight, he had called to let her know his assistant was dropping off an extra suitcase he needed her to bring. And when she arrived, she didn’t even bat an eye when she discovered he had already left.

At least he assumed she didn’t mind because he didn’t get a scathing voicemail or fuck-off text message and she had apparently followed the directions on the letter left in her suite to a tee. The bag was delivered without a hitch exactly where he’d asked her to drop it and as far as he knew, she’d enjoyed the rest of her weekend, albeit alone. She’d just been so excited to experience a new city, she told him when she got back and he visited her apartment in the very late evening hours, slinking in by the alley entrance and slipping his key in the lock.

That had actually been his first request of her. A key to her apartment, so he could come and go as he pleased. After the few dates he’d taken her on, treating her to lavish meals and luxury car rides, she hadn’t resisted at all. What would he possibly care to take from her place, not the lowliest of studio apartments, but certainly nothing he would normally let himself be caught dead in.

She was something else, though. She had a presence that did not fit her surroundings. She didn’t have the kind of money he did, hell she didn’t even have the kind of money some of his lower employees did, hence her meager living situation. But she glowed with the grace of a celebrity. Someone who deserved so much more than the hand he thought she’d been dealt. If she kept up the good work, he’d reward her. Bring her along in a more official capacity. Give her a larger stipend, move her into a place he wouldn’t mind being seen in. Maybe even replace one of his current regulars with her.

Yeah, he really wanted to replace one of his current regulars with her. If he let himself think too long about it, maybe all of them.

As it stood now, she was on probation with him, whether she knew it or not. The Tokyo trip had also been a success, but she almost blew it for him when she started asking Hideo too many questions over cocktails. Later in the hotel room, he made sure to remind her who was in charge and when she was allowed to speak. She had liked that, too, he could tell.

So her showing up like this just before their trip to Spain in a few days was a surprise. When he caught sight of her, he had Mateo drive Candace home. Candace wouldn’t have known Francesca from a hole in the wall, but since he was going to put his newest carrier in her place once again, he couldn’t have Candace watching.

Once he was sure they were gone, he rose from the plush velvet couch of the roped off VIP lounge area, taking note that the new guy, Will, had stepped into Mateo’s spot without hesitation. It pleased August to know that his employees knew exactly what he wanted and needed, and when.

Usually.

August headed down the steps leading to the dance floor. The music was loud, bordering on obnoxious for him but this is what the club scene called for and here is where he did most of his original business which had led fortuitously to his new business. So he ignored the cacophony and stalked across the floor, not so much pushing the revelers out of his way as willing them to step aside.

When he reached Francesca, he stood still in front of her and let her keep moving in that way that left him no choice but to stiffen. She smirked like she’d won some unspoken competition and twirled again, bouncing to the beat and stepping around him. He didn’t look back, just waited for her to return, because he knew she wasn’t dancing away from him. Not after breaking rank and showing up uninvited like this.

When she finally did appear in front of him again, he grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly into his chest so he could speak directly into her ear. There was no way he was going to shout over the music at her.

“What exactly are you doing here, pet? Get a little lonely?” He pulled back to stare down into her face, pleased to find a small hint of terror. If he couldn’t will his women into submission, what good were they?

He bent again, “Do you want to walk with me somewhere private where you can tell me what this is all about?”

She nodded and he turned to leave the throng, still gripping her arm tightly.

Francesca

I wanted to make sure he hadn't forgotten about me. I knew it was risky, showing up when I'd been specifically warned to stay away until our upcoming trip. But on top of my worry about that trip, I missed him. As much as I hated to admit it.

He awoke such a fire in me. Feelings that had been missing for so long. Lovers had come and gone. But no one ever measured up to my first young lustful love. Not until August.

He made me crazy. Made me second guess everything I knew about myself.

The first night we were together, I was on my hands and knees in front of him faster than I ever thought possible. Most men were careful with me. Handled me with kid gloves, like I would break if the wind blew wrong.

But not August. He'd approached me at this very club, in much the same way he did tonight. Walked straight up to me and waited for an opportunity to speak to me when he was ready, whether I was or not.

I probably would have come right there on the dance floor if he had touched me that night, but he didn't. Not immediately. He just watched me. I could feel his lustful gaze as I circled him on the floor, and I made sure to turn back to him over and over again. Every time I turned away, I'd remember the look I saw in his eyes, and I'd spin right back to him.

He knew, too. Knew the way the hunger in his eyes was affecting me, no matter how hard I tried to resist. I didn't want him thinking he had the kind of control over me I imagined giving him, even from that very first night.

When I finally let myself dance for him and him alone, I saw the self-assured smirk of a man who knew who his conquest was for the night and I closed my eyes like that would keep him from knowing every thought that crept in.

I wanted him, and he was going to have me.

He didn't even touch me as he led me off the dance floor that first night. I followed him gladly, excitement buzzing through me, electrifying my core. He only turned back once to make sure I was following him to his personal lounge on the upper level of the club.

I didn't care if every person in that club knew I was about to get fucked by August Walker.

I was proud of it. There were plenty of girls vying for his attention that night, and I needed to make sure I was who he wanted. But no matter how much I wanted him to take me then and there, he kept me on a hook.

Oh, I tasted him that night for sure. Felt his lips against mine and his tongue as it slipped inside my mouth after he showed me the tip. He was gentleman enough to get permission before he put the ecstasy tab in, so I can't even claim coercion of any sort. I can't claim disappointment either, though I thought he'd let me feel his cock in my pussy that night.

Instead, he kissed me until my head spun, and then he watched me drop to my knees before him. I could see from the bulge in his pants, he was hard, and because I still had yet to figure out the game he was playing that night, I thought pulling his zipper down and releasing his engorged cock was just a preamble to the main event.

But for that night, August only wanted to fuck my mouth and I let him.

The filthy words he called down to me while I slathered my saliva all over his dick only made me wetter, and my mouth watered for him, too. He knew the effect he was having on me, coupled with the drug that coursed through my veins, and I loved every second of it. How could I not?

I worshiped his cock for what felt like hours. Licking up and down his shaft, circling my mouth around his head, stroking his base with my hand and jerking him off into my mouth.

Every time he wove his fingers into my hair, I willed him to pull, begged him through the tears in my eyes to hold me fast and move my head however he wanted to. I almost cried when he let go, but as soon as he was done spooning the coke into each of his nostrils from the tiny vial on the chain around his neck, he put both of his hands right back on my head and pumped his cock deep down my throat, coming with a roar that told me I'd satisfied something he'd been missing for a while. I smiled internally with that knowledge.

The next few weeks had been a whirlwind of seduction, and I was having a hard time differentiating just who was doing the seducing. When he invited me to Amsterdam, I was so excited. I imagined what fucking him in a foreign country would feel like.

But it was like he knew just how to keep me hanging on, giving me just enough of a taste of him before the trip to keep me wanting more. He completely avoided me for the entire trip. Sent word the day before our scheduled departure that he had to leave early and then put me in charge of that extra suitcase. When I arrived, our hotel suite was empty, with not one piece of his belongings left behind for me to hold on to. I never even saw him there. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.

I kept my wits about me, though. Kept my disappointment to myself. I wasn't about to let him know how much I had ached for him for those days I was alone. And I'd been away from him often enough here in the States. But there was something about missing the opportunity to have his cock deep inside me while watching the light of a sunset in a different sky that had me questioning just how deep I was with this man.

I made sure to keep him close in Tokyo. And there was no way I was giving up an opportunity to fuck August in Japan. I may have offended his business partner, but I really didn't care. I wanted that dinner meeting over and done so I could pour myself over him and take his mind off the women who were serving us.

I knew Hideo had chosen those girls for particular reasons, and I wasn't about to sit idly by and let them whisper and giggle and tease and taunt his attention away from me. They weren't the kind of woman August truly desired anyway; they were mousy and timid, even with their advances.

I knew he was angry with the way I comported myself in front of his associates, but it didn't stop him from letting us both work out our frustrations on one another for the rest of the trip.

So when he told me to stay away for a few days this time, I knew something was up and I was right. I knew her name was Candace, but I still didn't know much about her other than I was worried he was about to hand my seat to Spain over to her, and I couldn't let that happen.

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And so here I was, being led by a firm grip on a walk to his private office. Exactly where I wanted to be.

Chapter 2

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I guess this is what I do now. Another fic snippet upon you (Jonelias this time)

It's called The Red string of fate (can go fuck itself)

Tldr: this is a fic where an organization and an algorithm basically determines who you are partnered to based on genetics and traits. Jon is ace and identifies as a man, and has been fighting the system, requesting an exception to the pairing program, though it's the law for every afab person to have at least one child, he wants zero. Zip. Nada. And on the day he goes in for the 5th time to ask for an exception, he learns he's been matched and is no longer eligible. His new 'destiny' is someone named Elias Bouchard. (Elias isn't evil and this isn't an abusive dynamic in this fic, pointing that out in advance) ANYWAY HAVE JON AND HIS FRIENDS COMMISERATING WITH HIM OVER COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.

"This is such bullshit!" Melanie King slammed her hand down onto the bar table suddenly, and Jon jumped. She immediately pulled it back. "I'm sorry, Jon, but it is!"

"I agree with Mel," Jon's other friend, Tim Stoker said severely. He swirled his drink in his glass before frowning and looking at Jon. "You've been in there four times already, and it's only now they've decided to pair you off? Something's fishy." Beside him, a pretty woman with a mess of curly dark hair was staring intently at her phone. After a moment, she huffed.

"I can't find anything on 'Elias Bouchard' on Yowler or Unlinked. The man is a ghost."

Sasha James, Jon's third friend and partner of Tim's, sighed and set her phone down on the table before picking up her glass. "That's not a good sign."

Jon groaned.

Tim tapped at his glass thoughtfully. "Maybe he's just not big on social media?"

Jon groaned louder, dropping his head into his arms. "Or he's a serial killer." Melanie offered, unhelpfully.

"Or that," Tim conceded. "You okay, Jon? You're melting off the table."

Jon lifted his head a little, eyes dull. "It doesn't matter what he's like," he said hopelessly. "I don't want this. I never have."

Melanie’s expression softened, and she reached over and patted Jon's back. "We know, man. We know. We're here for you."

Sasha slid over an unopened bottle of stout. "Here. Or you can get something stronger, it's on me and Tim."

Melanie sat up, picked up her drink and cocked her head. "I never got how you two just happened to match together. Tim, you're gorgeous but you’re a different, opposing alignment then Sasha. How’d this happen? Spill.”

Sasha and Tim exchanged mischievous looks. “We rigged the system,” Tim said abruptly.

“You what? How?” Melanie leaned forwards, eyeing the pair of them with disbelief and incredulity. “There’s no way. Tell me everything.”

Sasha grinned widely. “Well, me and Tim were friends for ages… and we decided a long time ago that we didn’t want to be split up if the system matched us to other partners. So…” She paused for dramatic effect. “I hacked the system!”

Tim devolved into snorting laughter, but Melanie swore. “Get the fuck out. There’s no way! It's not possible.”

“Yeah,” Tim said eventually, coming up from his giggles. “We paid someone on the inside to fudge the paperwork. God, Mel, you’re hilarious. Never change.”

Despite Jon’s atrocious start to the day, his evening was relatively pleasant, spent around friends who cared for him and wanted to see him happy.

“They’re going to send me the whole package,” he moaned, after his n’th drink. “It's going to have his photo, and all of his information. Do they realize how incredibly unnatural this all is? My apparent life partner, matched to me by an algorithm?”

“And genetics,” Tim added, swirling the beer in his glass. “Don’t forget that the whole reason for it all is to produce healthy offspring. In an age of birth decline,” He changed his voice, mimicking one of the LION’s top representatives. Everyone at the table had seen the video and the air was filled with groans, but Tim kept going. “We must all do our part to ensure our unique traits survive the test of time. That’s why -”

“Don’t say it,” Jon moaned, head thunking down on the table. He was well and truly inebriated, but it wasn’t enough. “Don’t even say it.” He pushed his half full beer away from him, no longer interested in it.

“It is fucked up,” Melanie agree, helping herself to Jon’s abandoned drink. “If you think about it, really think about it, this is a dystopia. Like, seriously. We’re living in a society.”

Sasha made a face, then leaned her head over onto Tim’s shoulder. “Mel, I love you, but I’m way too drunk to talk politics right now.”

The rest of the evening was a smeary, drunken blur for Jon. He woke up the next day in his bed with a terrible hangover and a feeling of dread settled deep in his gut.

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #tma #jonelias #eugenics #i just am nibbling at all my different AU's so expect a lot of random bullshit over the next week or so.#i have no schedule or rhyme to this madness #i'm simply creating #red string au #rook writes

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The Hacker - Part 11

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Status: Ongoing

All feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: violence, guns, angst, action (fighting), explosions, swearing.

Please let me know if i missed any warnings and I will add them.

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Part 10

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Once the jet lands, you unbuckle the straps and head to the exit.

"Hey, hold on. You know the protocol, Cyber. We debrief the mission, the plan and emergency escapes if needed, before we exit." Steve says to you sternly.

You scoff and roll your eyes "Sir, yes sir!" you mockingly salute him.

"Watch the attitude, doll. I need you to focus here." Steve warns you.

You huff and cross your arms but you know he's right. You're acting like a brat and taking it out on him when it isn't his fault.

"So, the plan is simple. This is an abandoned Hydra facility. We're looking for any discarded and forgotten classified documents. Anything that will tell us what they were doing in there and why they left. Buck and I will enter first, securing the area before giving you the go to follow. We will scour the area, checking for traps and ambushes. That's where you come in. From the jet, you will hack into the security system and watch us from there. You need to tell us if you see anything, and warn us of any dangers. If you can, disable any traps you can from here. Then, we need you to hack into the mainframe system and retrieve any information you can from this facility. You're not to leave the jet. Understood?"

You nod your head yes, to which Steve gives you a look and you sigh "Yes, Captain. I understand loud and clear." you grumble.

"Good. Thank you, now let's get ready." Steve turns around and assembles his and Bucks equipment.

Bucky turns to you and tries to say something but you turn your back to him and walk to get your computer equipment. You're deliberately ignoring him, you're angry and upset.

He sighs and turns to Steve who gives him a knowing look of 'I told you so'.

Once everyone is ready and you've set yourself up on the jet, Bucky and Steve walk off the jet towards the facility.

You turn on the cameras and watch them as they jog to the entrance. You're scanning the area, filtering through the systems. You notice a few silent alarms and disarm them, advising the two men to be more vigilant.

You curse under your breath "stupid super soldiers... think they're invincible, all brawn and no brain i swear..."

"We heard that. Turn the comms off next time, doofus." Bucky says through the comms.

You chuckle and continue focusing on your task.

You're watching them go room to room, scanning the surroundings while you're disarming small alarms here and there. You're surprised at how easy this is, there are no major firewalls or preventive measures to deter hackers.

"Nothing here, this room is clear too... the place is empty... Cyber do you see anything that we can't?" Steve asks.

"Not really... it's been very easy so far... nothing has -" you stop, you notice something in the corner of your screen.

What is that? It's a small icon of a snake? You click on it and it hisses as your screen turns black. Then, all your systems crash and everything goes black.

You hear a dark laugh, emitting from the speakers. It's surrounding you. Your face turns to white. You know that laugh, it still haunts you at night.

You panic and rush to the comms "STEVE? BUCK? DO YOU COPY? I'M BLIND. I HAVE NO VISUAL! WE'RE COMPROMISED! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!" you're screaming.

You feel your heart in your throat, you can't breathe.

Suddenly, your computers boot up again. It opens to the security cameras, all in visual. You spot Steve and Bucky fighting over 30 hydra soldiers.

Where did they come from? What the fuck?

You scramble to hack into the systems again but you're blocked. Stopped by an extensive firewall, one like you've never seen before.

You keep looking to the cameras to watch the men fight, praying they can hold on until you're back online.

"There you are my little experiment. You thought you could escape me?" The Reaper speaks through your computer.

"We've been waiting for you to come out and be left alone again. You're mine." he snares.

Your panic quickly turns to anger. You will not be controlled by him.

"Listen to me you slimy fucker. I belong to nobody. I will find you and I will kill you with my own hands." you spit at him.

His laugh echoes once more through the speakers "I'd like to see you try."

Your eyes are burning with rage as you turn to the cameras and see Steve and Bucky being beaten to the ground, surrounded by at least 10 soldiers each, now. They can't hold off much longer, there's just too many.

You see them being pushed to their knees, a gun held to the back of each of their heads.

"No! STOP! Stop it!" you scream as you run to the doors of the jet but slam your fist on the door as you're locked inside.

"Ah ah ahhhhh.... You don't call the shots here, my little pet. May I propose a deal?" The Reaper hisses through the speakers. You feel a shiver run down your spine.

"What do you want?"

"Simple. You in exchange for them. Come with me and they live. If not, I will kill them and take you by force. It's your choice. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

You're hyperventilating, trying to keep your mind from panicking.

Think. Think. Think. Come on. What do I do? I've survived before, I can survive again.

You swallow thickly at the realization of what needs to be done. You lost, you can never truly escape him.

You feel your brain click into place as you formulate your escape plan. You promised you would protect them too. Now's your chance.

"Okay, you're right, you win. I promise I'll be good and listen to you." you purr. "Just tell your soldiers to put their guns down and back away. I will meet you outside. I'll never leave again. I'm your little pet." you drawl out, telling him everything you know he wants to hear.

The Reaper chuckles "That's right, I knew you would come along eventually...". You can hear the excitement in his voice. It makes you shudder.

You're typing away on your computer while speaking to him, distracting him by praising him. Letting him believe he has control.

"You're right... you're too powerful. How could I believe I could ever escape you? I'm yours..." you say slowly, pitching your voice slightly higher.

You look to the cameras and see Steve and Bucky confused as the Hydra soldiers leave them tied to a pole outside and walk away.

"Now, they're safe. Come out, pet." The Reaper commands.

You're furiously typing away at your computer.

Just a few more seconds. Come on Come on Come on.

"Yes, sir. I'm coming out now. I'm just erasing everything so there are no traces left for them to follow to find me." you lie sweetly.

Done.

You let out a long breath. This is it, you got this. You hear the doors unlock and open, the cold air hitting your face.

You walk out slowly, dragging your feet purposefully. The Reaper is waiting for you in the middle of the field, with Steve and Bucky to the right side tied to the pole. The Reaper is watching your every move and smiling possessively as you approach him, swaying your hips and looking down at the floor.

"There you are, pet." he purrs as he walks toward you.

You look up through your lashes and bat them, hands clasped behind your back. You're acting as small and meek as possible.

The Reaper grabs your chin. You see his eyes through his mask. They're sparkling with lust and it makes you gag internally. You hold your composure.

You smile and press your cheek to his hand "You were right... I belong to you. I'll always be yours." you drawl out, batting your lashes.

"What are you doing?! GET OUT OF HERE! DON'T TOUCH HER YOU BASTARD!" you hear Bucky screaming as he pulls against the restraints.

"Cyber, don't do this, please." Steve begs, understanding what and why you're doing this, submitting to him.

You ignore them and force the tears back. You close your eyes and release a deep breath, gaining the courage to go through with your plan.

You look up at him smirking and press the button on your phone that is hiding in your hands behind your back.

Suddenly, the furthest part of the facility explodes, shaking the ground.

The Reaper turns his back to you in surprise. The hunting knife you were hiding, slides out of your sleeve and into your hand. You lunge at him and dig the knife into his ribs. He screams and falls to the ground as you pull the knife out. He turns around and swings at you, landing a harsh punch that sends you flying to the floor.

"You bitch. You ungrateful whore." he gasps as bloods leaks from his side.

You laugh "I told you I would kill you with my own hands. Now, you will witness everything you built burn to the ground while you bleed out, gasping for air, begging for mercy. I will show you the same courtesy you showed me and laugh as I watch you get sent to hell." you spit at him.

He screams deeply as he sits on his knees, failing to stop the bleeding from his side. You targeted an essential area of his body, he'll bleed out in minutes.

You walk up to him and rip his mask off.

"The face of the cowardly man who could only feel power when hiding behind his mask. Pathetic." you stare into his eyes, anger emitting from your entire being.

You grab your knife and slice his face from his eyebrow to his lip.

"This is vengeance for the pain you inflicted upon me. You will die here, a coward, a failure. You will never experiment on anyone ever again. I will relish in the fact that you will burn in hell for all eternity as punishment." you spit at him.

The Reaper is covered in his own blood. A pool of it surrounding him as he bleeds out of his face and his side. He starts to cough up blood as well, falling to the floor.

You watch as his breathing is shallow and harsh, choking on his own blood.

You lean down to look into his eyes "Your terror ends here. Burn in hell."

You watch the light from his eyes fade as his body droops to the floor.

You grab your phone and set off your traps laid out for the remaining Hydra soldiers, ensuring that none survive.

You turn around and run to Steve and Bucky. They stare at you in disbelief and say nothing as you undo their ties.

Once they're free, Bucky pulls you into a hug. "You saved us..."

He pulls away and stares into your eyes "hey, you did it. He's gone."

You nod silently as you feel Steve grab your arm lightly "What happened?"

That's when everything comes crashing down. The realization of what you just did envelops you. Every emotion you were holding back came out at once. Bucky caught you as you fell into his arms, bawling.

Both Steve and Bucky are holding you, shushing you and trying to calm you down.

"I had to do it. He proposed an exchange, me for you two. I knew I needed him dead. I couldn't move on if I let him live." you explain between sobs.

Once you calm down and are able to speak more clearly, you explain what happened. When you're done, they both pull you into a hug, praising you for your bravery and thanking you for saving them.

"I guess you were right.. we are all brawn and no brains. We would've never made it out if it weren't for you thinking quick on your feet and setting up those traps." Bucky says to you while smirking.

You manage to giggle as he helps you stand up and walk back to the jet. Exhaustion taking over as the adrenaline wears off. Before you know it, Bucky sweeps you off your feet and carries you back.

He places you on the med bed in the jet and tucks you in as Steve prepares for take off. Bucky sits next to him and begins to co-pilot.

"How do you think she's going to cope with this? Will she ever be able to get over this?" Bucky asks.

"I didn't expect it, I'll be honest. I think we really underestimated her on the field. She's much stronger than we thought...but I think she will get over this. We all did, look at you Buck, your lives are very similar and you're doing great now." Steve replies.

"I know, I know... I just want to protect her"

"Maybe she doesn't need to be protected, maybe she just needs support instead." Steve sighs and shrugs his shoulders, "I think you're that main support, Buck. I know you know that. I think it's time you face your fears and tell her how you feel, properly."

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek and shuffles in his seat. He knows Steve is right, but he isn't good at communicating his feelings.

He turns around and looks at Cyber sleeping soundly.

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Soundwave waking up restrained with blurred vision

Waking up he immediately knew something was off and moved one of his arms. Only to feel something holding him against the wall.

Restrained he tried seeing what was holding him or where he was. However without his visor it was impossible. He was practically blind with everything being blurry.

Straining his audios he listened for anyone nearby or approaching. When he didn't hear anything he thought about how he got into this situation.

He'd been looking for supplies with Hot Rod in what they thought was an empty building. However they must have triggered an alarm of something. Because they were suddenly swarmed with prosecutors. After a long fight where they tried to escape. They were both subdued in the end.

Thinking about Hot Rod he panicked. Wiggling in his cuffs he called out.

"Hot Rod!?"

Receiving no response he worked on hacking the cuffs. Which was laughably easy. Within a few short moments he managed to free himself.

Quietly he moved towards the door and tried opening it. Which of course it was locked. Not that it would stop him. He easily hacked the door getting it to open.

Standing in the doorway he listened for any prosecutors and when he didn't hear anything. He moved along being careful not to trip over anything.

His vision was limited and he could only see when something was close by. Feeling the walls he looked around seeing other cells.

He looked at one trying to see inside. Only to quickly hide when he heard a door open nearby. He heard the Quentessons bragging to each other about torturing a patient they'd just captured. His spark sank at the idea of Hot Rod being tortured.

Waiting until the Quentessons we're gone he went to the cell Hot Rod was in and hacked the door. Opening it he carefully walked in.

Going to Hot Rod he could see wounds all over his body with part of his spoiler missing. Hot Rod was unconscious and he shook him awake.

Hot Rod woke up thrashing and then moaned in pain.

"Hot Rod."

"Soundwave?"

"I'm going to get you out of here."

He freed him from the cuffs and caught him when he fell.

"What happened to your visor?"

"I don't know. They must have taken it."

"Can you see?"

"Not very well."

"Okay then."

Hot Rod moaned in pain and collapsed more into him.

"Can you walk?"

"I can try."

"Then let's get out of here. Before they come back."

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I’m not sure if this question is crack or not. What would WMLP Dick do if Batman plus a Justice League team up beat up Slade and threw him in the phantom zone? Superman let Bruce cause they were both pissed about Slade killing Dick.

oh my godddddddd. because that's like. he's not getting Slade out of there. he's just not. the only way he has a chance to do that would be to get help from wither the league itself or... i don't even know. the future heroes have access I think. i don't even know. but Dick's not managing that.

(okay this got long so uhhhhh)

I mean I guess he's becoming Deathstroke! he probably would like to save Slade, and that's a goal int he back of his head, but he has no idea how to do that. so in the meantime he'll take up the mantle and get to work.

okay but if he did, I imagine Clark and Bruce like 'we're not letting him become as bad as Slade was' and immediately trying to arrest him. if they're at the point of throwing Slade in the phantom zone then they're probably at the point where they're willing to just be like 'no. we've decided Deathstroke doesn't get to be a thing anymore. we've had enough.'

which makes it rather difficult for Dick to do his job.

and like. Slade isn't getting out himself any time soon. So Dick probably is like 'y'know what? imma just... chill for a bit' as he starts getting information and stuff to hopefully break out M'Gaan, Conner and Kaldur. he's just not doing many contracts y'know.

after several close calls escaping Bruce and Clark I think he starts doing his work in disguise. or at least just in all black gear so he can't really be connected to Deathstroke. and that'll only be a solution for so long, because now he has a batman mercilessly trying to track him down.

I think they pick up on the fact that this new deathstroke isn't really doing typical contracts. sure he's killing but it's not a kill mission. he's breaking into things and stealing things and hacking things. and they can't find a buyer, they can't track anything down about who he's working for. so perhaps this of his own accord?

I think Clark starts getting hopeful that maybe there's more to this story, and perhaps there's a chance for rehabilitation. Bruce is too clouded by righteous fury, though.

Dick can't evade them forever, eventually he'll get caught, he can feel them at his heels. he hasn't been home in months, refusing to accidentally lead them to Rose, he's running out of safe houses and bases, but it's okay. he just needs to last long enough to save his friends old team mates.

and even if they catch him before that, if he has the dominoes set up he can hand it over to them and let them knock them over. at least his goal will be fulfilled and everyone will be free and he can... well. it doesn't matter after that. The only other priority is Rose, and he trusts Wintergreen to care for her.

I think they finally catch him when he breaks out M'Gaan. they barely manage to get out without Bee taking them down, Dick had to sedate M'Gaan to stop her from fighting him, but it's okay, he's in his getaway vehicle (a very small plane with enough fuel to get to a safer place where he has a vehicle kitted out to escape under the radar) when suddenly he's being tailed and it's not from Bee's military.

he's got it handled, he lasts surprisingly long, until he's close enough to the ground that the league decides he'll survive a full blown crash and fires direct on the ship. he's still awake when he lands, makes sure M'Gaan is okay, drags her away from the fire, and then he's surrounded by leaguers. and he just... can't. he just doesn't want to deal with this bullshit. he let's M'Gaan go, she can be caught, she'll be okay. they'll work on the brainwashing. he'd prefer to help her himself, without putting her in the stress that is being saved by the league, but it's fine. he'll take what he can get.

so yeah, he fights. he survives longer than he expected to. Superman can't just go flying out to Qurac and start shooting down planes, it'd cause an international incident. but Batman does whatever the fuck he wants. he's got Canary and Green Arrow and Green Lantern, who is taking care of the plane wreckage and making sure it doesn't explode or draw attention from Bee's intelligience.

but yeah. they win that fight. Dick doesn't stop fighting, face pressed into the sand, until the fire gets too close to M'Gaan and he starts screaming at them to get her away from it. she's not in danger of catching but she's way too close for a Martian.

they're telling him to focus on himself not someone else, he's in much more trouble then her, until eventually he just snaps, "It's M'Gaan you fucking idiots! get her away from the fire!"

Lantern gets on that immediately, pulling her away with his ring and getting her into their ship so he can check her vitals. and now Bruce is trying to interrogate him about This Whole Situation, as Canary is cuffing him, because how the fuck does he know M'Gaan? how did he know where she was?

Eventually Dick just snaps, "don't you think there's a better time for questions Bruce? fucking hell. you did it, you got me, calm the fuck down and get out of my face."

Bruce does not want to calm the fuck down and get out of his face, but Oliver basically pulls him back like 'he's right, calm down, we'll question him on the watch tower, we gotta get out of here before Bee shows up.' which is much too logical for Bruce to ignore it.

And then they knock Dick out so he doesn't try anything, drag him into the ship, and off they go to the watchtower. the fun thing is I don't think they even bother taking his mask off. they'll leave that for later. honestly it might not even occur to them because his identity doesn't really matter till they're putting him in the system. if they even do that. maybe they can just shove him in the phantom zone with his master. (Clark makes it clear he doesn't like that idea).

and then interrogations begin. Dick refuses to go along with any questioning until they tell him that M'Gaan is okay. they do tell him she's fine, he managed to keep her away from the fire pretty well and she's on track to finish bed rest at the end of the day. but after that there'll be a lot of work. she needs all kinds of therapy. Dick is relieved. they ask why he cared to save M'Gaan.

I think they have Canary interrogate him while Bruce watches behind the mirror, fuming, because everyone decided he was too emotionally compromised by the whole thing.

Canary: it's interesting you ask about M'Gaan. you seemed very invested in her well being. and getting her out of Bee's clutches couldn't have been easy. how do you know her?

Dick: I would've thought that was obvious by now.

Canary: explain it like it's not obvious.

Dick, wondering if there's any way he gets out of this without the truth coming to light. also wondering if he can put off telling the truth as long as possible because man this sucks: *sigh* can we just cut to the part where you tell me where the hell you're locking me up?

Canary: what makes you think we're putting you in prison?

Dick, mask covering face but still very evidently giving her a look of 'are you fucking serious?': do you want that list in alphabetical or chronological order?

Canary: funny. the first Deathstroke never used to be this entertaining to talk to.

Dick: that's cause of the permanent stick shoved up his ass.

Canary: so there's no love lost between you and your former mentor?

Dick, has been away from Slade long enough he's started to gain some semblance of independence and begun detaching his emotions from Slade: sure.

Canary: and how old were you when he took you as an apprentice?

Dick: no younger than most of your kid heroes. how are they doing by the way? still losing them?

Canary, not having any of that: how interesting that a question like that makes you lash out.

Dick, remembering she's a lawyer and also did their therapy, internally: shit

Canary: so you were young. and what exactly was the nature of your relationship? how did you meet?

Dick: tindr.

Canary: please stop deflecting. I'm trying to help you.

Dick: that's kind of hard to believe with my hands in cuffs and an inhibitor collar around my neck.

Canary: I think you can understand the precautions we need to take. now please, answer the questions.

Dick, knowing all of this is gonna come out eventually but hating it and hoping to just gloss over things: *sigh* I was fourteen.

Canary: I see. and where did he take you in from?

Dick, knowing the truth is going to be so specific but not really thinking of many other options: he killed me then brought me back with the same serum that gave him his enhancements

Canary, feeling a strange sense of foreboding and a tug in her memories, but not wanting to devolve the conversation: and why did he choose you?

Dick: ...

Canary, waiting patiently: ...

Dick: ...

Canary: ...

Dick: so like do you want to skip to the part where I tell you who I am, or...?

Canary: if you'd like. is it pertinent to my questions?

Dick: uh yeah you could say that.

Canary, beginning to have hypotheses she doesn't like: elaborate

Dick: uhhhhh...

Canary, never seen a Deathstroke, Slade or otherwise, fumbling this much: why are you anxious?

Dick, does not know why he's this anxious, because he totally doesn't care about any of this whatsoever, definitely, for sure: uh well- I wasn't expecting to have to do this shit when I started my mission to save M'Gaan

Canary, knows he's lying: I assumed you didn't wish for us to know your identity for typical reasons. but there's more to this. you simply don't want us to know... because?

Dick, currently with an inner monologue that sounds a lot like 'fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck': listen Dinah, I really don't need a therapy session right now.

Canary: I beg to disagree

Dick, really sick of this, is just gonna rip off the bandage: Dick Grayson

Canary, blue screening: wat

Sounds behind the mirror: *bang crash*

Dick: who's listening to us?

Canary: pay no attention to the man behind the curtain Dick Grayson is dead

Dick: only for like. a few weeks at most. actually Slade never told me back then, time kinda blurred

Canary, storming around the table to take off the mask: I swear to god if this is a game-

Dick, now not wearing a mask, hair very much a mess and getting in his eyes: hi?

Canary, mask in hand, gaping, very conflicted feelings right now, no idea what to do, ready to call in reinforcements: ... Bruce?!

sounds behind mirror: *more crashing and door opening*

Bruce: *appears in doorway*

Canary: *gestures vaguely at Dick, who could really use a hand getting a piece of hair out of his eye*

Dick: oh joy we're doing this now

Bruce: Dick? you're alive? you-

Dick: yes we've established that

Canary: I'm gonna leave you with Bruce-

Dick, does not want to talk to Batman: I would prefer if you did literally anything else

Bruce, scorned by a second son who's come back from death, does not know how to emotion, continues standing int he doorway because he doesn't have any space left in his brain computer for anything else right now, voice does not sound the way his brain does because it comes out all gruff and mean: you don't want to talk to me?

Canary, sensing a Problem oncoming: okay maybe I'll stay actually

Dick: what if I just go to prison and we skip all of this actually?

oh this got long. whoops. man now I have this whole thing playing in my brain lmao.

the idea of the league catching him without knowledge of anything else and just being like 'what the fuck' for a while until Clark is like 'time to rehabilitate him'. okay but Dick just moping around trying to avoid being rehabilitated and work on a way to escape so he can get back to Rose and saving his friends, but the league keep trying to make him become a better person. they're basically like 'team up with us and we'll save COnner and Kaldur! and maybe track down Artemis! you'll be like a double agent or something!' and he's like 'I have no interest in being the justice league's pet mercenary'

basically he becomes that guy in Buffy, the vampire with the blond hair. Spike? I think. he's just vibing in the background, against his wishes.

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