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Eastside 14

P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P15 P16 P17

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warning: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! Towards the end Cecilia shares a story from her past that includes her being taking advantage of, it doesn't go into great detail and DOES NOT involve any of the triplets, but just thought I'd let you know so that you can skip that part. suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs

"We have 15 minutes" Cecilia said as she closed the door to the warehouse. I nodded but looked around, feeling my blood run cold from the environment. Glancing over to the side seeing the video replaying in my mind. Matt standing there. Angry.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not care about that girl?"

I swallowed.

"Y/n, you okay?" Cecilia said catching my attention. I turned back to her, seeing her just looking at me. I nodded, attempting to shake the thoughts from my mind of my now ex-boyfriend. I closed my eyes.

Ex-boyfriend.

"Do you not want to do this?" She asked softly looking at me. I took in a breath before shaking my head. "No. We're doing this" I breathed before pulling out the computer from my bag and walking over to the table and placing it in front of me.

Cecilia followed me leaning over my shoulder. I opened up the laptop before pulling out the sticky note and reading over the passwords.

Passwords:

Computer: Y/n1!

Nextflix: Y/n1!

Hulu: Y/n1!

I shook my head smiling. "He's creative" I chuckled looking up at Cecilia who's eyes were trained on the paper in my hands, her face slightly fallen. I blinked at her as she stared sadly at the paper. "Are you okay?" I whispered. I licked her lips before looking back at me and nodded. "I'm fine, just go" She said shaking her head and motioning to the computer.

I took in a breath before turning to the computer and typing in the password. It loaded for a second before letting us in. Cecilia let out a breath once we were fully into the computer.

A million tabs popped up. "Does he never clear is browser?" Cecilia chuckled and shook my head. "I guess not" I said as I moved over to the database of the police station. I narrowed my eyes at the screen in front of me as I moved over to the wifi in the corner.

"Okay, we just need to be on the same wifi as Slim's laptop and I should be able to copy his entire laptop onto here, as if we were on his actual computer" I explained looking up at her. She nodded staring down at the computer.

"And you're sure that it will delete off his actual computer?" She breathed looking worridly at me. I nodded. "Positive" I breathed before searching for the wifi, before clicking on the warehouse one.

I pushed the laptop over to Cecilia and she leaned over me before typing in the password. We both held our breath as the icon spun around, before finally connecting. We both took in a breath smiling before I held my hand up and she grabbed it and chuckled.

Multiple devices popped up for me to connect to. Mostly no-named old devices, before one popped up.

Slim's laptop

I looked up at her before clicking on it, within a minute Slim's entire laptop screen popped up on the one before mine. I took in a breath as the copy of his laptop was in front of me.

"Oh my god" Cecilia said staring down at it. Endless files on files of people filled the screen, every single one titled with people's name. I swallowed as my eyes scanned names from Landon, Nick, Chris, Matt.

I hovered over Cecilia's name and looked up at her. Her face tightened as she stared at the screen. I just looked at her. "Do you wanna open it?" I asked quietly. I licked her lips before reaching over and moving the mouse over to delete it. I looked up at her once it was gone.

"That's not me anymore" She said looking down at me. I nodded and smiling slightly. I glanced over seeing Landon's file next to hers. I looked up at her as she stared hard down on the screen.

"Do you want me to leave it?" I asked blinking at her. She pursed her lips as she looked down at the file. "If he gets arrested I'll have no one" She sighed tapping her fingers on the table in front of me. I nodded, before moving to delete it

"But If he doesn't I won't live to see the next day for betraying him" She breathed moving her hand over mine and moving it away from the delete button. I looked up at her. "If Slim goes down, he has to too" She nodded looking at me.

"He dug his grave, now he has to sleep in it" She stated with a straight face looking at me. I nodded accepting her decison that wasn't mine to make.

I took in a breath before moving over Nick’s file. Delete. Then Chris's file. Delete. Then Matt's. I paused hovering over the delete button. I just stared at it, silence filling the air around us.

Cecilia looked down at me. "You don't have to delete his Y/n. If you think he deserves time" She said softly. I bit my lip as I stared at the computer screen. "I won't judge you" She stated.

On one hand, he had hurt me. Hurt me so fucking badly. But did I think that he deserved to serve time because of it? It was all in my power whether or not to delete his files. But he's Matt. He's my Matt.

My sweet boy.

My lip quivered and I hung my head. Think Y/n. Think.

Memories flashed in my brain of him smiling down at me. The look in his eyes. Talking about our future. His hand holding mine. I took a deep breath and looked up at the screen before clicking on it.

Pictures, notes, videos, records popped up all over my screen. Pictures of him holding the packages sealed tight of drugs. Notes of where he got them from, when he delivered it, his record all the way back from freshman year of high school. Way before he was involved in any of Slim's business.

I scrolled through the photos, narrowing my eyes at the photos that were unknowningly taken ofhim.

"How did he get all of this?" I asked as I looked through his files. Cecilia let out a breath. "He has people for this Y/n. Do you think he gets involved with people before doing background checks?" She asked shaking her head.

As I scrolled through the notes, I paused before seeing my name.

"And mostly me" She admitted, making me look up at her. She pursed her lips. "Everything about you I gave to Slim" She closed her eyes. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I didn't do anything past that. I just gave them the information and they fact-checked everything" She shook her head. I nodded looking back down at the screen.

Matthew Bernard Sturniolo

person of interest: y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n

Lives at 1012 walker pike, father y/d/n : Chief of Northside of city. Mother: Not present. No siblings.

Status: Dating

Weak points: Y/n

Meet at the Eastside abandoned train tracks on Compton Ave and Terrence Street, every 8pm on Friday

I scrolled through shaking my head. "How do they know all of this?" I whispered as I scanned through the file. I clicked on the photos attached. Photos of Matt and I flooded the screen. Pictures of us walking together, kissing, laughing, talking, and---

I gasped

"Holy Fuck" Cecilia whipped her head to the side and covered her eyes as my face caught on fire. My eyes wide at the photos taken through my bedroom window. “I did not take that” Cecilia whispered.

Us naked, on top of one another. Nothing was seen seen. But you could tell by the photo what we were doing.

I clicked off the photos and wiped my face. Cecilia turned back at me and peeked through her fingers. "Is it gone?" She asked looking at me. I nodded leaning back in the chair.

I stood there for a second, letting out a breath. I swallowed closing my eyes. Was it weird that made me miss him more? Not in a sexual tense, but in the way that we weren't just fucking. We were making love, because we were in love. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that I was just reminded of that moment, It wasn't fair that someone took a photo of that moment, It wasn't fair that I now have to sit here and remember that moment with him, it wasn't fair that I can't have that now.

How do you fake that?

"Are you okay?" Cecilia asked peering down at me. I leaned up peering back over the computer. "Fine" I whispered moving the mouse to click off the file before something caught my eye.

Other people of interests

Cecilia looked over at me as I paused staring at it. "You can find your answer in there" She whispered. I nodded before clicking on the file.

None.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I leaned into the computer. "What?" Cecilia whispered. I shook my head, I didn't understand either. "Scroll down" Cecilia pointed at the words written at the bottom. I scrolled my mouse down looking over the words on the screen.

Claims to have "other lovers"

method to stray away from harm of y/f/n y/l/n (Theory)

Never mention any others before

Called y/n "Someone I care about" before straying off and denying it later.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not care about that girl?

Lie: bought a YSL custom made necklace price: $475

Stood in front of her when threanted by Pallo Quen, claimed "she's with me"

Apperence tightens when mentions of Y/f/n Y/l/n

Cecilia gasped. "That necklace was $475?" She asked looking down at me. I swallowed. And I broke it. I scrolled down some more.

"If you want to go after all of my fuck buddies, do it. It might take you a while, but you could do it. Waste your time on Y/n see if I care"

Lie: No record of him visitng any place beyond his home: 4598 Oakland parkway or Y/n address: 1012 walker pike, or the Eastside abandoned tracks: Compton Ave and Terrence Street or Sommervile High when being followed for weeks.

No record on his phones, in messages when phone was tapped, of any other women

I couldn't help but a small smile come to my face and tears burn in the corners of my eyes. I leaned back before looking up at Cecilia. She looked down at me before smiling when she saw me smile. I let out a laugh than turned into a choked sob as I wiped my eyes.

"I told you they have people for this Y/n" She smiled. I shook my head as I held my face in my hands. "He didn't cheat on me" I smiled as I cried. She shook her head. "He didn't cheat on you" She smiled wrapping her hands around my shoulders and leaning her head on mine. I let out a breath before my eyes went wide.

"Fuck, Cecilia. He didn't cheat on me" I said looking at her springing up. She just stared at me. I turned back to the computer and placed my hands on my head. Thinking of everything I said to him. Everything I screamed at him. I broke up with him. I shook my head as panic filled my body.

"What do I do?" I shook my head as I stood. She shook her head before looking back down the computer. Her eyes furrowed as she leaned back down at the computer.

"What's that?" She asked making me look back down. I scanned the screen to see what she was talking about before I looked over to see the Wifi and new devices popping up.

Slim's IPhone

Landon's IPhone

My eyes went wide as I looked up at her. "Fuck, they're here" I said making her face drop and her eyes widen. "Fuck" Her voice broke as her head snapped towards the door. The nob shook. I looked back at her, my entire body shaking. They know who I am. They know what I look like.

"Back exit--Go hurry" She breathed shutting the computer and shoving it into my chest. I nodded and sprinted towards the backdoor before stopping. "Cecilia what about--" I started to say. She shook her head and flicked her arms.

"I'll meet you out there just go--" She whispered harshly. I took off before pushing the door open before cracking it slightly.

"That fucking key god--" I heard a male's voice. I shut the door before letting the cold air hit me.

"I'm sorry they took those photo's Y/n" Cecilia said quietly as we walked. I looked down at my feet. I shrugged. "It's fine" I whispered. She sighed looking in front of us.

"Have you ever had sex?" I asked looking up at her out of curiosity. Her face didn't move as we walked and I looked at her. "Once" She stated not looking at me. I just listened to her.

"It was one of Landon's friends" She said looking at me. "Slim?" I asked looking at her. She shook her head. "No, someone else, his name was Parker" She said. I nodded.

"It wasn't good. It felt like it lasted forever" She breathed shaking her head. I nodded. "Did you like him?" I asked. She pursed her lips before shrugging. "I don't know, I was 15" She shook her head. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"15?" I questioned, that seemed alarmingly young in my brain. She nodded sighing. "It was at my house. Landon had some people over. I was just sitting there just excited to hang out with my brother and his friends, his older friends" She said glancing at me.

"I just felt so cool you know? I felt all grown up listening to them just talk and hang out. I imagine that's how every little sister feels growing up with older siblings" She explained. I just watched her as she spoke.

"Landon went out to smoke with some of his friends and I stayed in and so did Parker" She sighed. "And he kissed me" She said smiling sadly at me. I furrowed my eyebrows as she spoke, she didn't seem happy about it.

"It was my first kiss and I felt so excited that I was being kissed by someone who was older than me. I wasn't Landon's little sister. I was a girl who he thought was pretty" She said nodding.

"Next thing I know we were doing it" She said shaking her head. I shook my head. "It was like...consensual right?" I asked pausing. She let out a breath and shrugged. "Yeah" She nodded.

"He didn't really ask, It just kind of happened" She said looking over at me. My heart hurt for her. "I didn't say no, and I didn't stop him. I thought I wanted it, but I was 15--I didn't know what I wanted" She chuckled slightly before her face fell.

"So what happened after?" I asked quietly. She let out a breath. "He just kind of put his pants back on, Landon and everyone came back in, and he never spoke to me again" She said smiling sadly at me.

My mouth parted and I stopped walking. She looked back at me. "Cee" I stated, my heart aching from her story. She shurgged. "It's fine Y/n. It was a long time ago" She shook her head. I shook my head.

"That's not okay Cecilia" I breathed. She sighed and looked at the ground. "Did you tell Landon?" I asked. She shook her head. "I knew he'd be mad at me for hooking up with one of his friends" She said blankly. I swallowed.

"He wouldn't have been mad for one of his friend's taking advantage of his little sister?" I scoffed shaking my head. She looked up at me glaring. "You don't know him Y/n" She spat. My face fell and I just looked at her. She sighed and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell" She whispered. I stepped forwards before wrapping my arms around her and hugging her. "I'm so sorry that happened to you Cecilia" I whispered into her shoulder. She let out a breath before relaxing against my touch for the first time ever.

She pulled back. "You know this is the first time i've ever told anyone about that" She smiled. I smiled up at her. She let out a breath looking down at me.

"Do you remember you and Matt's first time?" She asked looking down at me. I felt a blush come to my face and I chuckled before nodding. "Hopefully went better than mine?" She laughed. I shook my head looking at her. She raised her eyebrows as she looked down at me.

"We were at his house" I smiled looking up at her. "His brothers were out doing god knows what--" I chuckled. “He had it all planned out, he wouldn’t stop smiling” I smiled remembering it all so clearly.

"I think he lasted like 20 seconds?" I said squinting and chuckling softly. She laughed and shook her head.

"Sex god" She laughed. I laughed and shook my head. "He got better though" I sighed. "A lot better" I said smiling. She nodded looking down at me.

"I expected a lot more than what I saw from those pictures. I've never had that kind of sex--" She said shaking her head. I chuckled.

"Yeah I-"

I froze. Fuck. I looked up at her, fear all over my face. She looked down at me and stopped laughing once she saw my face. "What? What?" She asked scanning my face for answers. I shook my head.

"The file--" I shook my head.

"I didn't delete it" I said quickly shaking my head. Her eyes went wide and she stepped towards me. "What?" She asked. I shook my head, stepping back. "I-I don't know---The file and finding out he wasn't cheating--then Slim was back--and we left!" I yelled. "We left before I could delete it!" I said shaking my head.

She stepped back shaking her head and placed her hands on her head. "Fuck--what do we do?" She said shaking her head. I looked back to where we just walked. "Your-Your dad is gonna expect that computer back in the morning--" She said shaking her head.

I swallowed turning back to her. "I have to go back" I stated looking at her. Her eyes went wide. "What? No" She shook her head stepping towards me. "Y/n---do you know how hard it was to get everyone out of that warehouse? They're-They're home--They're there right now! We can't---" She said shaking her head. I stepped back.

"I'm going back" I said shaking my head. She just blinked at me. "I can't leave that file on his computer--" I said looking down the street.

"I'm going back" I said again shaking my head. She swallowed. "You don't have to come. But i'm going with or without you" I stated. She let out a hard breath before turning and looking behind her and then back to me.

"Dammit" She cursed looking down before walking up to me. "Let's go. Hurry" She said running past me, and I followed her.

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livelaughwhump · 27 days

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what about elliot´s teammates having to restrain him for his own good, maybe he got flashbacks and got violent, like hitting his teammates and won´t calm down, i feel a lot of whump potential

i understand if its not your cup of tea in case you dont feel like writing it

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Oooh, this is an excellent idea😈🥰 Thanks so much for the request!!

Content: flashback, knife violence, brief mention of blood, self-hatred, restraints, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know

The team wasn't unfamiliar with Elliot's flashbacks. They were typically triggered by small things, like loud noises or dark rooms, and they all manifested the same way; with Elliot frozen in place, tears leaking out of the corners of his wide, unblinking eyes and unintelligible mumbling followed by intense trembling of his whole body.

The team had witnessed many of these, and they'd learned a few methods to help bring Elliot out of it. The first was that Elliot seemed to respond best to physical touch, usually in the form of someone gently holding his hands. The second was kind words spoken softly and calmly into his ear. Finally, the third was patience. It wasn't easy to bring Elliot out of a flashback, especially when it was triggered by something larger. So, in order to bring him out of it, it was important for whoever was with him to be patient and calm throughout.

But nothing, not even the gentle methods the team had learned, could have prepared them for just how bad his flashbacks could get.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. The day started the same as always; the team ate breakfast together in the living room, Elliot sitting on the couch with his single slice of plain toast and cup of peppermint tea. He ate quietly, while the rest of the team chatted happily, making jokes and laughing with each other. Normally, he'd only eat about half of it, but on this particular day, he ate nearly the whole thing and drained his entire cup of tea.

He handed Landon the small sliver of toast he hadn't eaten, just like he did every morning, and stood up to take his empty mug to the kitchen. Elliot liked the routine. It was familiar and easy. Not much was expected of him, but it was just enough that he still felt useful. He liked making his own breakfast and doing his own dishes. He liked not being expected to talk when he didn't want to. As hard as it was to admit to himself, he liked his life with the team. They were nice to him. He trusted them.

As he was washing his mug in the sink, he couldn't help but stare out the window. Spring was swiftly approaching and Elliot couldn't look away as the morning rays of sun spilled through the gaps in the tree branches. He longed to go out there, to feel the warm sun on his face and the gentle breeze whistling through his hair.

Elliot couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside. It felt like years ago. It wasn't like he wasnt allowed to go outside. Of course he was...right? He'd never explicitly asked, but surely his friends wouldn't deny him that right. It's just that it was too cold before, that's all. There couldn't possibly be another reason.

"Elliot?"

The sound of another voice in the quiet kitchen pulled Elliot out of the endless spiral that was his thoughts. He started and gasped, only then realizing that the sink in front of him was quickly overflowing.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Elliot exclaimed, quickly draining the water. His muscles tensed as he prepared to be hit.

"No need to be sorry, sweet," Broderick's voice said from behind him. Chills scurried up the back of Elliot's neck as he felt the looming presence of the medic but didn't turn to look at him. "It was an accident. Did you get distracted?"

Elliot suppressed a flinch. "Y-Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry. It-It won't happen a—" Elliot's mind went white as he felt Broderick's presence grow closer, the wood creaking beneath his feet. Elliot's whole body froze.

"El?" Broderick said. "You all right? You look a little pale."

Dull images flashed through Elliot's mind, none of which he could comprehend. They swirled together and dissolved like salt in the sea, invisible but impossible to deny the lingering taste. The sudden influx of repressed memories left a rotten taste in his mouth; memories of Christian softly approaching him from behind, touching him, dragging him to the bedroom, stripping him of his dignity. He couldn't take it. The panic set every nerve in his body on fire, and as Broderick's gentle hand fell upon Elliot's stiff shoulder, all hell broke loose.

Elliot swiftly turned and slapped Broderick's hand away. "Don't touch me!" He shouted, tears stinging his eyes.

Broderick backed up, eyes wide with confusion. "Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to startle you."

The next thing Elliot knew, there was a soapy knife in his hand. He didn't remember how it got there, but he shakily pointed it at Broderick regardless. "Get away from me!" He demanded, voice quivering almost as much as the knife in his fist.

Broderick was dumbstruck. "Elliot, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just trying to—"

"Shut up!" Elliot interrupted. "D-Don't come any c-closer! I'll k-kill you!"

Broderick took a small, risky step toward the panicked boy before him. His voice was gentle and soft as he said, "Elliot—"

Elliot didn't waste a second before he swung the knife, slicing a thin gash across Broderick's forearm. Broderick gasped and hissed and stumbled backward just in time for the rest of the team to spill into the room.

"What is going on?" Karine questioned. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. "Elliot?"

Tears were steadily trickling down Elliot's face. "L-Leave me alone! I w-won't let you t-take me! I won't!"

"Darling, no one is taking you anywhere," Yvonne tried to reassure him. "Please, put the knife down. It's just us."

"I don't think he's seeing us, Yve," Karine whispered. "Landon, I'm gonna need you to try and discreetly sneak up behind him and grab the knife. The three of us will distract him."

Lyra was frozen in place, unable to process what they were seeing.

As Landon soundlessly slipped away, Karine held out her hands placatingly. "Elliot, buddy? I'm gonna need you to put the knife down, okay? We're not gonna hurt you."

Elliot took a step back, arms shaking. "I w-won't let you t-take me!"

"We're not gonna touch you, I promise," Karine said. "We just wanna talk. Please put the knife down. You're gonna hurt yourself."

Elliot stood his ground, completely unaware of the giant man looming behind him. In one swift movement, Landon grabbed Elliot and plucked the knife out of his hands.

Elliot screamed in what could only be described as pure terror. He kicked and flailed, his fist nailing Landon right in the mouth before Landon caught both of his wrists and manhandled him. Elliot fought with every ounce of strength he could muster.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" Elliot cried.

Landon wrapped him in a tight hug and whispered soothingly into his ear, "It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, buddy. You're safe." Over and over again.

Elliot's struggling didn't cease, and eventually, Karine had to grab hold of his flailing legs as well to prevent him from injuring anyone else, most of all himself. "Set him on the ground!" Karine shouted over Elliot's screams.

Lyra watched, tears blurring their eyes as Elliot was restrained and wrestled to the floor, all while sobbing and screaming and begging. The sight made their insides churn and their throat tighten.

Elliot sobbed and squirmed, but his fighting did little to free him. "P-Please, l-let me go. Wh-Why are you d-doing this?"

"You've gotta come back to us, buddy," Karine said in the most gentle voice she could. "You're home, safe and sound. No one is going to hurt you anymore. Just take a deep breath." Karine glanced over her shoulder at Lyra, who was still as a statue. "Lye? Can you grab us a weighted blanket please? Lyra? Lyra!"

Lyra snapped out of it, their focus shifting from Elliot to Karine. "Y-Yes. I-I'll be right back." They hurried into their room and grabbed the heaviest weighted blanket they had. When they returned, Karine had released Elliot's legs and Landon only had a loose hold on Elliot's upper half.

The boy had ceased his struggling and had instead dissolved into a sobbing mess. As Lyra handed off the weighted blanket to Karine, Landon released Elliot. The blanket was draped over Elliot's shaking body.

"Lyra? Maybe you should try to talk to him," Karine suggested.

Lyra nodded and kneeled down beside him. "Sunshine? Can you hear me?"

Elliot kept his eyes trained on the floor and the droplets of crimson that Broderick had left behind. The smallest nod of his head was the only response he gave.

"How are you feeling?"

Lyra didn't expect an answer, or really any kind of indication that Elliot had heard them. They weren't surprised when Elliot remained completely frozen in place, eyes unblinking and skin as pale as bone.

Lyra didn't push Elliot to speak. Instead, they sat beside him as he watched Karine wipe up the blood. Once the kitchen floor was no longer peppered with red, Karine excused herself and left Lyra and Elliot to themselves.

Moments after Karine's departure, Elliot said, in the tiniest voice possible, "Did I h-hurt him?"

His voice was so small and meek that Lyra wasn't even completely sure that they'd heard him. "What was that, El?"

Elliot took a deep breath and repeated his question, a little louder this time. "D-Did I h-hurt him?"

Lyra didn't know how to answer. They didn't want to make him feel worse by being truthful, but they couldn't stand lying to him either. "It was just a little cut," they answered, keeping their voice soft so as not to frighten him. "Broderick will be fine. He's a medic, after all. He's used to dealing with this kind of stuff."

Those words did nothing to ease Elliot's grief. "I hurt him," Elliot mumbled, his voice quivering almost as much as the rest of him. Tears flooded his blood-shot eyes and he sniffled. "I'm a b-bad dog."

Lyra didn't know what to do. It had been nearly a month since Elliot had last called himself a dog, and the last thing they wanted was for him to regress. Internally panicking, Lyra said, "It wasn't your fault. I don't know what happened, but I know it wasn't your fault."

Elliot's tears started to fall. "H-How do you kn-know?"

"Because I know you," they asserted. Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes watery and filled with regret. Lyra gently wiped his tears. "You're a good person, Elliot. A good person that's gone through some terrible things. You've been hurt and taken advantage of and abused, but you are still a good person and you always will be. You'd never hurt anyone on purpose, let alone one of us."

Elliot looked away. "Is he m-mad at me?"

Lyra shook her head. "He could never be mad at you. No one here could. We love you too much."

Elliot sniffled again and leaned his head on her shoulder. Lyra opened her arms and gathered him in a tight hug. He laid his head on her chest, his remaining tears soaking through the fabric.

"I've got you, sunshine," Lyra whispered. Elliot snuggled against her, curling up on her lap like a child after a nightmare. There was no place on Earth he felt safer than in her arms. She rubbed gentle circles into her back and carded her fingers through his hair. "I've got you."

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Chapter 1 Ensnared

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Summary: The Winter Soldier was cold and calculated, his power raw and brutal. Grace Landon was kind and calm, similar to gentle waves dancing on the shore. She was his mission. His target. But he would soon find out that she was all he could ever ask for; his salvation, his whole world. She held the key to his redemption, the missing piece of his desolate world. But... could his dream of having her come true? James Bucky Barnes was ready to crawl to the surface and discover the truth.

Warnings (whole series): Violence, Non-Con Abduction, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, First Time, Emotional Sex, Protective Bucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering,Barnes Gets all the Love he deserves.

Find more chapters of the "Fading Scars" Series here ♡

Author's notes: Hello, friends!! Follow Bucky on this path of self-discovery, healing, and love. He will rise from the shadows of his past and turn into a beacon of hope and love.

The events of this story take place somewhere after "The Winter Soldier". Steve falls from the bridge and Bucky saves him. However, in my fiction, Hydra somehow manages to re-capture Bucky and trigger the Winter Soldier in him.

The plot will flow according to my interpretations of the story. I won’t follow canon events and use my own ideas to create an engaging and sizzling romance. Content warnings will be added when needed.

Happy reading, Aikaterini ♡

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The room was cold, seeping into his bones. A solitary light flickered in the distant corner, casting eerie shadows as the low thrum of machines buzzed incessantly in his ears. His hands, clenched into fists, gripped the cold metal bars that restrained him. He bit down on the retainer between his lips, a silent testament to his resolve.

Above him, a dome of gleaming metal stretched like a dome, its cylindrical rods encircling him with an unsettling grace. Bolts of lightning came from the rods, igniting a frenzied tempo in his chest. Gradually, the curved rods descended and closed around him, encompassing his head. He had gotten used to the pain, the agony. But lately, the torture had intensified beyond measure, reducing him to a mere doll.

Blinding beams of light seared through his cells, rendering him numb to all but the searing agony coursing through his brain. His hoarse screams echoed like a roar in the room. He was burning, pushed past the limit he had grown accustomed to enduring. It was endless, merciless, and above all, effective; it wiped even the most inconsequential fragments of memory from the depths of his mind.

No matter how hard he struggled to safeguard some of the memories of the past, his every effort crumbled. The early days of his military service were entirely disposed of as was the time spent with Steve, his best friend. Each time he remembered who he was, he was wiped clean again.

The lights drew back, the pressure against his temples gone.

Then everything stopped.

No questions.

No will of his own.

Stars erupted in front of his eyes, his stomach writhing under the onslaught of pain. He did nothing. He stayed strapped and mute; obedient just as they had programmed him to act. His world stood empty, a desolate landscape with no colors. And his heart felt void and poisoned.

And then, came the words.

Longing Rusted Seventeen Daybreak Furnace Nine Benign Homecoming One Freight car

Uttered in Russian, the heavy code phrases triggered his brain, complete submission washing over his entire being. His mind was rewritten by his enemies, it did not belong to himself but to a shadow of a man; a cruel, heartless assassin, bound by the compulsion to kill.

The Winter Soldier.

Blood-thirst coursed through his veins, a raw need to complete his every mission running through and through. The Soldier did not show fear, he did not forgive and he certainly did not spare his targets. He was an elite assassin, infused by the serum that granted him the power to infiltrate and assassinate.

And he was the best because he obeyed.

Every time.

"Soldat?"

A rough voice awoke him from his daze and he turned to face the burly man addressing at him. He was holding a red notebook, a black star etched in the middle of its cover... the cursed book. The Winter Soldier merely nodded at his words, well aware that it wasn't his place to do anything but listen and obey. Pleased, the man sealed the ominous notebook and spoke once more.

"You've got a new mission. Seize and capture. No witnesses," he said and tossed a brown envelope into his lap.

Slowly, the metal restricting him unclasped and The Winter Soldier replied, "Ready to comply."

Walking on shaky legs, the Soldier entered his cell where he was prepared for the task. More leather straps were added across his chest, constricting him over his vest. With deft precision, he secured blades and ammunition, concealing extras within his boots. Two guns were holstered at his sides and he was finally ready.

Once he was left alone, he opened the envelope he was handed and studied its contents. He usually didn't need more than a few minutes to study his mission and devise a strategy. Yet, as he glanced at the scattered papers, his gaze fell upon a certain photograph and the name of his target.

Grace Landon.

His cold blue eyes drifted to the woman's face, lingering on her warm, caramel hair and the depths of her hazel eyes. He memorized everything about her; her name, her age, her childhood, all the way to her daily routine. During the last two months, she had been working at a small bakery in California. And from what was included in the file, she and followed the same pattern every day—work then back home and repeat.

Browsing through her medical files, the Soldier found out she had a fragile constitution. She was weak and asthmatic since birth. Her records also mentioned that she was heavily traumatized and that the slightest exposure to violence led to panic attacks.

She was an easy target. Something unusual in his field of practice.

A sharp kick at the door notified him that his time was up. Clasping the documents in a viselike grip, he headed out. A sharp pain caused him to sidestep and lean against the was. The ache jabbed his skull, feeling as if tiny needles pricked at his nerves. There was so much he had to recall. But the Winter Soldier didn't let him win. He brought him back to his mission, killing his real self, killing James Bucky Barnes.

The assassin prevailed, grasping control of the situation. Wearing the cold mask of a killer, he exited the secret compound and rode his bike, dead-set to fulfill his mission—the mission that, unbeknownst to him, held the power to irrevocably alter the course of his existence.

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Grace murmured a happy tone as she conducted the usual check before leaving the bakery. She made sure that everything was sparkly clean and that the pastries and desserts were ready for tomorrow, meticulously stored and safely refrigerated. She had also come up with a new menu concept for the shop which she was going to share with her boss tomorrow.

As she peeled off her apron, she exchanged the usual goodbyes with her coworkers then headed out with a carefree smile. It was way past 10 and she couldn't wait to go home, cook a delicious meal, and lay lazily on the couch for the remainder of the night while watching TV.

The night's oppressive darkness spurred her to hasten her pace, street lamps illuminating her form with a warm glow. She caught the next bus and got off a few stops later, walking along a pebbled road. She passed through the bustling main street, then veered into a long, shadowed alley, a mere five-minute walk from her apartment.

It was awfully quiet that night and the unsettling silence awakened goosebumps on her skin. She had that awful feeling that someone had eyes on her. The sinister awareness disquieted her. A surge of instinct propelled her forward, the quickening rhythm of her steps halting abruptly with a thin scream.

A cat saw fit to leap in front of her, a thin purr reverberating from her furry chest.

Grace breathed in relief and rubbed a palm over her beating heart. She rushed ahead, swiftly crossing the next two blocks. Her fingers fumbled within her purse, grasping for her keys. Another sound caught her attention, it was supremely faint and she soon realized it. And from the dark silhouette lurking in the shadows. A man. She could feel the darkness and danger he emanated.

Without a second thought, she thrust her feet, speeding away. But she didn't make more than two steps. He lunged at her, his grip clamping onto her shoulder. Whoever that man was, he didn't appear human. She screamed but a large palm slapped over her mouth, and a metal— a metal arm curled around her neck.

A metal arm...

He was working for them; Hydra.

She thrashed and panted, cold sweat running down her temples.

A light kick at the back of her knee and she lost her balance, her back colliding with the ground. Her breath hitched, pain spreading through her. Her gaze was forced skyward, at the towering silhouette looming above her. She couldn't see his face clearly. A mask was fitted over his mouth and nose, revealing a pair of crystalline eyes gleaming in the night, an enigma within an enigma. He was clad in black from head to toe, with leather buckles and belts encompassing his chest.

She struggled against her captor's restraint but he yanked her up as if she weighed nothing and slapped a hand over her mouth. Her muffled screams went unheard as he maneuvered her, his metal hand tightening painfully around her waist. He carried her away, her flailing and wriggling doing nothing to stop him.

Panic burned her chest and she found it hard to breathe, her lungs suffocating. She fought for air but his tight grip on her only worsened the rush of heat on her face. Tears followed, drenching her cheeks, mingling with the hand that stifled her cries. He injected her then, her energy waning to the syringe's vile contents. The grip upon her mouth loosened and she looked up at him, barely hanging on reality.

"You're with Hydra, aren't you?" She shouted with an effort that seemed to squeeze every bit of air from her lungs. "Let me go— I won't let you—"

Pretending to be in intense distress, she went limp in his arms. That caused the Soldier to momentarily loosen his grip. She waited a few moments before twisting, using her flexibility to maneuver her body and slip from his grasp. Her facade took him by surprise, especially when she, delivered her strike, her fingers jabbing into his eyes. The impact didn't hurt him but startled him enough to make him stumble back.

She raced away, swift as a startled deer, weaving through alleyways and screaming out her lungs. But there was no one to offer comfort or aid. No faces appeared at windows or doorways. Her echoing footsteps and hoarse yells turned into a symphony of isolation. What had he done? And then, as if answering her question, his silhouette emerged from above. He seized her, his grasp unyielding and commanding.

"No!" She let out a heart-wrenching scream. "Hydra scum! Release me! I despise them! I despise you!"

He didn't reply.

With robotic movements, he taped her mouth shut and maintained his grip on her, moving forward with unwavering purpose, his strides relentless. Dread flooded her; he had drugged, and stolen her away beneath the shroud of night. She was powerless. Cold sweat gathered at her forehead as the chokehold of terror constricted her ability to speak.

Swallowing the ache that worked its way into her throat, she attempted to beg the masked devil, appeal to his sensitivity, if there ever was one. But in truth, she was merely whispering as if speaking in her sleep. Because with every passing second, she was drifting into the darkness, the drug making her numb and dizzy.

In the end, the tears dried, her eyelids closing, succumbing to the darkness.

She was unconscious, ensnared by The Winter Soldier.

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Grace opened her eyes, reluctantly welcoming the world around her. Her head was pounding, a searing pain hitting the base of her skull. She was lying down, she noticed, in a dark and cold room. Memories of zoning in and out of consciousness flashed through her mind. A stranger had given her water, then injected something into her veins, forcing her back into sleep.

As she looked around, she couldn't miss the red dot flashing at the upper corner, a camera was keeping track of her. She was trapped in a small, sparsely furnished room with just a bed and a tiny bathroom. Grace noticed that the camera couldn't peer into the bathroom. An old bulb hung from the ceiling, its light trembling, fading.

There were no windows, no way out; only metal walls surrounding her.

As her memories cleared, terror ran through her at the thought of the man in black, with inhuman eyes and impossible strength. She could still feel the soreness, a bruise forming from where the metal hand had squeezed her waist. Despite her growing awareness, she still felt exhausted and weak.

Her eyes swept across the dimly lit room until she spotted her captor seated in the far corner of the room, his massive figure cloaked in shadows. Her body jolted from the bed, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was him. The masked captor. He was barely visible from the shadows but she noticed he wasn't wearing a mask. The air charged with his energy. He remained unflinching, like a statue carved from marble, one hand outstretched right next to his gun on the table.

Grace wished she could hurt him with her stare. He had caused all this ordeal. He had manhandled her, drugged her, and imprisoned her in this wretched place. Oh, how she hated Hydra. Anger surged within her, and at the same time, her eyes couldn't stop studying him, searching even the slightest clue in the blue depths of his eyes. What had they done to him to make him so inhuman?

Allowing a rush of adrenaline to empower her, Grace crawled from her spot on the bed, her legs unsteady. Hindered by the drugs, she stumbled, her balance faltering. She tried to re-orient herself but lost her balance. Yet, before she could hit the ground, a pair of arms wrapped around her sore waist. She hissed and he immediately altered his grip before scooping her in his arms.

She wiggled and yelled, terrified to the bone. He ignored her, again and lowered her onto the bed, studying her condition. Seizing the opportunity, Grace examined him just as closely. He was large, towering over her by at least two heads, his build muscular and commanding attention. Defined cheekbones framed his face, and a couple of days' worth of stubble covered his jaw. His hair was long, a tousled mane of dark brown waves, framing his face in an artful disarray.

And his eyes... his eyes were a surreal shade of deep, smoky blue that seemed to hold countless pain within. Despite his cold demeanor, she sensed an underlying loneliness hiding in his irises. Aware of her scrutiny, she scrambled back and retreated to the far corner of the bed. She refused to let her thoughts take such a turn toward the man who had treated her harshly.

"Who are you?" she asked, hugging her legs to her chest.

Again no answer came.

"They are using you, aren't they?" She tried again. "Do you even know they're taking advantage of you?"

She sighed at the silence. "Perhaps you're in a worse spot than I."

"Why are you doing this to me?" She chucked. "Apologies, I forgot. Hydra likes its victims mute and easy to suppress, right? I suppose you're in poor fate as well."

Her words seemed to stir him from his reverie, whether for better or worse. He moved one knee, advancing on the bed and adjusting his posture to match her height. She winched when he leaned in as close to her as he could. An unreadable expression was painted on his face, one that melted away as their eyes locked.

Grace fell victim to his impossibly blue eyes — eyes as blue and clear as the open sky. A desire to resist, to shout, surged within her, yet her body remained unresponsive to her commands. Instead, an intimate unease gripped her, suppressing the fear.

"I've done nothing to harm you. Why subject me to this?" she told him, stunned by her own bravery.

Once more, he remained silent, though his eyes narrowed, slight wrinkles forming at their corners. The first genuine flicker of emotion surfaced, a mix of confusion and distress. She couldn't understand what he was going through. Not even the Soldier himself was aware that Bucky Barnes was struggling to reach the surface.

"Don't fight back," said a husky baritone, the voice of Bucky Barnes resurfacing from his deep sleep.

Her heart slammed in her chest. "Wh... Why?"

"Do as you're told. Submit."

"Submit? To Hydra?" She scowled. "Never."

"Listen here—"

"No. I don't trust you," Grace said in one breath.

He took in the sight of her and exhaled. "Do you think this a game? A dream?"

"I wish it were," she replied, grief in her tone. "Please release me. There's still time—"

"No."

The moment he voiced his reply, he recoiled, distancing himself abruptly. A second later, the door swung open, and two armed men eased inside. Grace ran to the corner of the room, it was futile, she knew, but she couldn't stay still. The men approached her and she bent to her knees, begging. But what was she even doing? She had lost the game. She would never receive help from anyone in Hydra.

She was grabbed by the elbows, strong hands holding her in place. They hauled he to her feet and forced her to walk into corridors surrounded by gray walls, accented with metal in places. They were so many, it was like a maze. Considering the constant whirring of the ventilation system, Grace was certain of it now, she was held in an underground compound.

When the procession halted, they abandoned her in a dark room. The lights turned on and her stare darted on a chilling sight. The room was yet another prison, engulfed by metal bars. It was dominated by computers, with a chair at its center adorned with leather straps and metallic restraints. Above the chair, loomed a thick cylindrical structure that emitted a low, ominous hum. People in lab coats entered, pacing around, entirely ignorant of her, fully focused on whatever their task was.

"Feigning bravery is futile, Gracie. You can't escape."

Grace faltered at the nickname and the disturbingly familiar voice. In stunned disbelief, her gaze fell upon the man easing inside. Dressed immaculately in a sharp suit, he was focused intently on his tablet. Her chin quivered, her voice faltering as she summoned the strength to utter his name.

"Silas."

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ginger-grimm · 4 days

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MEET GREER GRIMM'S FAMILY

Lukas Grimm - Father

Gretel Grimm - Mother

Landon Grimm - Oldest Brother

Griffin Grimm - Older Brother

Greer Grimm

Hero Grimm - Younger Brother

Leander Grimm - Youngest Brother

Hansel Grimm - Maternal Uncle

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @nikosasaki @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @wewereforever @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

#ocappreciation #ocapp #disney descendants oc #oc: greer grimm #I FORGOT TO THANK GRACE AND ALEXANDRA FOR ALL THEIR HELP

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lucys-chen · 7 months

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🎃 halloween challenge ;; day two ; lights, camera, action.

featuring — the buckley acosta family ;; in which . isa acosta-buckley is a tik tok sensation. landon buckley is a mess and tala acosta-buckley hopes her youngest two children stay the fuck away from social media.

taglist: @stanshollaand @arrthurpendragon @claryxjackson @endless-oc-creations @daughter-of-melpomene

#911 ocs #oc #landon buckley #tala acosta-buckley #isa acosta-buckley #fic: until i found you #tala x landon #landon x tala #ohc2023

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twisting-echo · 1 month

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Woo! I've had this huge manip/edit idea stuck in my head ever since the prompts were decided!

So, I have two Soulmates AUs embodied here. One is the Colorblind AU, and the other is the Red String of Fate AU.

The Colorblind AU is an AU where individuals are born colorblind, seeing the world only in shades of gray. However, when they meet their soulmate—whether through eye contact, touch, or some other connection—their vision suddenly bursts into full color. It’s a beautiful metaphor for finding completeness and connection with another person.

The Red String of Fate AU is an AU where a red thread connects two people who are destined to be soulmates. The thread is always tied to their index, pinky, or ring finger. As they get closer to each other, the string becomes more visible, signifying their proximity to their soulmate. Some people don’t have this string, and for various reasons, some strings turn black. Legend has it that if soulmates share the same or similar loops or knots on their fingers, their bond can transcend lifetimes—even death can’t permanently separate them.

In my soulmates AU, Belle and Sulley were, like most, born colorblind. The time either of them saw a color for the first time was when they noticed something around their finger. The colored thread was very faded and transparent at first, but started becoming more vibrant and apparent as time went on. They discovered that the mysterious thread was very long and seemed endless. It could phase through objects and walls. And they learned that they were the only ones who could see it. When they both decided to follow their strings, they found each other in full, bright, color~

Whenever I think of a Colorblind Soulmates AU, I hear the song “Darling I Do” by Landon Pigg and Lucy Schwartz play in my head, so the screenshots of Belle walking by a tree to her village, the sky above Monstropolis, and the bottom manip I edited coincide with the opening lyrics of the song.

For Belle x Sulley Week 2024

Day seven: Soulmates

Ship: Belle/Sulley (Belley/Sullelle)

Tag: @frie-ice and @twisting-echo

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dndhistory · 7 months

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166. Rose Estes - Endless Quest #2: Mountain of Mirrors (1982)

Another fun entry in the Endless Quest series, coming out in the first batch of the series which included the first four volumes, this time you get to be an Elf. Remember that we are following D&D logic here, not AD&D, this means that an Elf is a class in and of itself, basically a kind of ranger class.

Your hometown of Aralia is not getting their usual trade caravans come through it, which means that you, Landon the Elf, are sent to investigate what the heck is going on now that the snows are coming and the passes will soon be impassable. You go south to the mountain of Shanafria where you soon find a Frost Giant and a White Dragon pup... oops.

So, that's probably what's holding up the caravans, that and the enslavement of Elves and Halflings that is going on in the mountain. On the way to solve the problem you will find some fun and quirky NPCs, from Ice Cube guardians and talking doors to Nigel the blink-lynx! Another page turner and nostalgia fest for any 80s kid, it's really easy to find yourself lost in the story even if you are way past the target age group for the book. I know I did.

#adnd #dnd #ttrpg #ad&d #d&d #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #Rose Estes #Endless quest #gamebook

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 1 year

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Black Femme Character Dependency Dark Skin Directory || Characters Masterlist Pr. 1 (A-J)

Fanta | Farah Black | Felicia | Foxxy Love | Fringilla Vigo

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I ran out of time. LOL. I’ma work on it tho...

I got 2 jobs. Sometimes, I’m not gonna have the things I intend to bring.\

If anybody want me to tag them whenever I finish actually making this list, just leave it in the replies and I’ll tag everybody once I finish K-Z characters, hopefully before the month is over.

#BFCD Dark Skin December #Black Female Characters Masterlist #Black Female Characters #dark skinned beauty #Girl That's Queuedt #December #tags masterlist #BFCD Masterlist #neshatriumphs #blackfemmecharacterdependency #source: blackfemmecharacterdependency #List will be updated as needed #A-Z #BFCD DS Directory

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landonkirbyappreciation · 5 months

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endless gifs of Landon Kirby (23/?)

#legaciesedit #legacies #landon kirby #landonkirbyedit #2x04 #endless landon #legacies gifs #addys-beth #my edit #my gifs

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winnie-the-monster · 1 year

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I will always find it triggering what legacies decided to do to their two abused foster kids. For a second it did look like they were going to acknowledge Raf trauma from being a wolf for months. But nope it was like it never happened. Then made him the Necromancer’s puppet. Who forced him to kill his own brother. Which probably triggered all the pain and trauma he still has from when he accidentally killed his girlfriend. Only to put him a PW, which was only supposed to be temporary. And made him happy about it. And in my head when Hope went to visit him there, was just one big fever dream. And we all know the endless amount of pain and tournament they put Landon through. Only to trap him in limbo, take away his ability to feel. And then try to convince us he’s happy because “he’s finally gotten everything he’s ever wanted.” 😡😡🤬🤬

#anti legacies #this truly never leaves my mind #just….why #what were they thinking #but the fact that they really tried to convince us they were happy really says everything #Landon and Raf deserved so much better #random thoughts

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whispers-soundtrack-project · 1 year

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The Last Of Us

Fanmix Part One

Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

Red Tide (Rush)

Nature has some new plague * To run in our streets * History some new wrinkle * We are doomed to repeat

Sound Off The Sirens (Sam Tinnesz)

Yeah bang there goes the sky * All the shots ring out in the dead of night * There's tension in your eyes * 'Cause we all know what's on the line

Fragile Minds (Cinematic Version) (Silent Theory)

It's getting harder to know if I'm sane * My issues are leaking outside of my veins * Somebody save me or end me * I haven't yet made up my mind

The Way It Ends (Landon Pigg)

Run * Is this to be our fate * Hide * Freedom is ours as long as we escape * We walk in the shadows * We do * Find out what we all know * Our time is near

Survivalist (Anica)

They say we should have known * It stays until it goes * Faster than it ever came * Stay warm until it snows * No one will ever know * Just how much a soul can take

Iron (Acoustic) (Woodkid)

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head, * The thunder of the drums dictates * The rhythm of the falls the number of dead * The rising of the hordes ahead

United (Hidden Citizens, ft. Ranya)

Silent we stand on this burnt ground * Dust off the ash, we're closer now * Breaking our cover, cover * Don't want to keep my head down * Stronger beside each other

End Transmission (Fire From The Gods)

Where did we go? How could we stray so far away? * Delusional, tell me that we're not the ones to blame * I suggest you walk this lonely road * To find redemption and become a hero

Fire On The Mountain (Rob Thomas)

How do you sleep while the city's burning? * Where do you go when you can't go home? * How do you drink when there's blood in the water? * Where do you turn when the world moves on?

Daylight (Asia)

All of the nights when the light was low and day seemed so far away * Darkness was endless and I kept seeing ghosts turn in shades of grey * I wanted to see things just the way they used to be * Don't want those shadows hanging over me

#the last of us #tlou #joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #the last of us fanmix #fanmix #playlist #Spotify

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merrock · 9 months

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Henry Golding

full name: Landon Nor

nickname(s) / goes by: Landon

pronouns & gender: He/Him

sexuality: Bisexual

birth date: February 10th, 1989

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: Born and raised

housing: Downtown

occupation: Fisherman & Bartender

work place: Bartends at Anchors Away

family: Father, Mikhail

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

Landon can be described as a jack-of-all trades; he enjoys working with his hands and learning new and useful skills. He's that friend you can call on if you don't want to hire a plumber or contractor, happy to help with his DIY skills whenever he can. Though very generous, he's definitely a more 'show not tell' kind of guy, and can come off as rather sarcastic and distant from time to time. He'll often put others before himself for better or for worse, but will never ask for help or admit when he's struggling. Landon also harbors a lot of resentment for having to give up his dreams to take care of his ailing father though it's something he's buried and will deny until the end of time. Though he wouldn't do anything differently, sometimes he can't help but wonder how his life would have turned out if things had gone to plan. Can be very flirtatious, especially when he's bartending (because, hello, great tips). and when he's not working on the boat or at Anchors Away, you can usually find him outside or doing some form of physical activity.

WRITTEN BY: Ray (she/her), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: death tw, parental death tw, cancer tw, sex work tw

Landon's journey began in the quaint fishing town of Merrock nestled along the rugged coast of Maine. Born into a world of salty sea breezes and endless horizons, he came into the world amidst the bittersweet sorrow of his mother's passing. Her death during childbirth left a void that could never truly be filled, but Landon's father, a rugged and determined fisherman, dedicated his life to raising his son with all the love and care he could muster.

Their modest life was painted with hues of simple happiness. Landon's early memories were woven with the sound of seagulls and the scent of saltwater, as he spent his days by his father's side, learning the art of fishing and earning his own place in the family's tradition. Early mornings before school and weekends were marked by the rhythm of their boat against the waves, and as Landon grew, so did his love for the sea and the bond he shared with his father.

In their close-knit community, Landon's intelligence and ambition were evident to all. The town's residents saw a bright future for him and spoke words of encouragement that painted a future of limitless possibilities. With such unwavering support, Landon harbored dreams of becoming a doctor, a goal that seemed attainable against the backdrop of his coastal upbringing.

As time marched on, his father's sacrifices became more apparent. Selling their family home was a testament to the lengths he would go to ensure Landon had a shot at a different life. Landon's path led him to Cornell University, where he pursued pre-med studies with the same determination that guided his fishing ventures. Yet, life took an unexpected turn as a shadow fell over their lives once more: his father was diagnosed with cancer.

In an instant, Landon's dreams of medical school were deferred as he shouldered the responsibility of caring for his ailing father. The fishing business became not just a way of life, but a lifeline for both of them. Days blurred into nights as Landon navigated a demanding schedule, determined to provide the love and care that his father had once showered upon him.

Years of struggle and perseverance followed. Landon's father's health teetered on the edge, but through unwavering resolve and modern medical miracles, he went into remission. However, victory came at a heavy price, leaving them drowning in medical debt that seemed insurmountable. It was during this desperate period that Landon made a choice that would forever mark his soul. He turned to sex work, a decision born out of desperation, as he grappled with the chasm between his childhood aspirations and his current reality.

In the shadows, he found a way to alleviate their financial burdens, though the shame was a constant companion. But Landon's determination never wavered; he finally managed to free his father from the weight of debt and secured him a peaceful retirement home. Their reunion was bittersweet, for Landon's sacrifices had been immense, leaving him to accept that his life had taken a much different path than he'd initially hoped.

Today, Landon finds himself living in a fixer upper with roommates downtown, not far from the familiar shores of his hometown. He leads the family fishing business with a combination of nostalgia and determination, a tribute to his father's legacy. By night, he stands behind the bar at Anchors Away, serving up drinks and stories to the city's denizens. It's a life that offers comfort and stability, yet the pull of the past occasionally drives him back into the world of sex work when he needs to make a quick buck. While it's not a trade he engages in regularly, Landon's determination to reach full financial freedom and take care of his father has him unable to resist the allure of the trade. Plus, he's quite good at it, so why waste a lucrative talent?

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