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𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖆𝖜

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: law 𝖈/𝖜: war, angst, little sibling!reader 𝖜/𝖈: 4.2k + 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You were entertaining your sister at Flevance Hospital during the festival when Law, your older brother, burst into the room. From there, everything turned into nightmares.

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You were snuggled against the shoulder of your 8-year-old big sister's on her hospital bed. Your black stuffed cat, Virus, was tightly held against your chest.

Since she had been affected by the Amber Lead Syndrome—as your father called it—a few days ago, you saw your sister's state of health gradually deteriorate. While she was with you at the festival a week ago, she was now too weak to even leave her room. All you could do to help her was dab her sweaty forehead with a cloth like your mother had shown you. So, wanting to prove that you were reliable for a 5-year-old child, you stayed by her side every evening by coming directly to the hospital after school to take care of her and keep her as occupied as you could.

“I’m scared.” she told you two days ago, in the middle of the night, while your parents were in their laboratory looking for a cure for her illness. Her skin, where snow-white patches appeared as if by magic, was almost cold as she held you in her trembling arms. You didn't dare tell her but her dark circles had become so purple that they scared you a little.

“Mom and Dad will find out what you have.” However, you replied confidently before placing Virus between you so that she could also benefit from its comfort.

Today, you were telling her about your day while hoping to distract her from the pain, when your big brother came rushing into the room.

He first took a quick glance at the closed shutters and then leaned against the door for a few seconds to catch his breath. As soon as he approached and was close enough, you jumped on him. However, the moment your hands touched his neck, you felt an instinctive recoil as you touched his sweaty skin under your palms. You also noticed that he smelled pretty bad from the sweat and his breathing was extremely ragged as his heart raced at the speed of light against your ribcage.

“Yuck!” You cried, starting to struggle in his arms. “You stink!”

You heard him growl at your childishness but he still held you briefly before putting you back on the bed next to your sister. The cough that suddenly escaped her lips cut short any beginnings of an argument.

"Big brother, I'm in pain" she moaned weakly between coughs. “My skin turns completely white.”

You crawled over to her to come back and snuggle against her shoulder while retrieving your precious stuffed animal along the way.

"Hold out." he encouraged her confidently while taking one of her hands in his. "Our father is the best doctor in the country. He will cure you."

Yet he was cut off by fireworks coming from outside. The sounds of the festivities were accompanied by the parade with its footsteps and people shouting with joy. In addition, you also heard the big drums of the marching band that accompanied them.

“What’s all the noise outside?” Lammy asked.

“There's the festival.” Law replied as if it were obvious. "Flevance is still prosperous. Get well soon, and we'll go see it."

Under your happy gaze, your sister began to smile despite the white spots that appeared on her face. A powerful wave of happiness tickled your stomach as you were reassured: if Law said so, then there was no doubt that Lammy would soon be back on her feet and you could finally all go to the Flevance's festival together.

You then went to snuggle your head back into your stuffed animal but you suddenly heard a loud drumming sound before people started running in the corridors. The steps were so coordinated with each other that they formed a very rhythmic two-step melody, like the parade.

tap - tap

A cloud of fireworks echoed in the corridors and a laugh rose up your throat, caused by the rise of the happy memories you had from the festival of previous years, but everything suddenly went black in your field of vision.

Panicked, you immediately jumped up on the mattress to look everywhere around you.

You thought for a few seconds of calling your big brother, still a little reassured to feel Lammy's body under your fingers, but a slight beam of light appeared before you could make the slightest sound. A long vertical opening opened in the bedroom shutter and a flickering orange glow seeped into the room to shower the floor with a thin rectangle of light.

The color quickly caught your attention because the street lamps normally cast a soft white light.

However, you didn't pay any more attention as soon as you noticed the round shadow of Law's hat blocking part of the lighting before approaching you. Arriving at the bed, you saw that he had his finger placed against his sealed lips.

A new burst of fireworks exploded in the corridor.

Except this time, you felt the wall shake slightly against your back.

Now that there was no more noise behind the wall and your older brother didn't seem to want you to talk, you listened. It was the first time since your very first visit to the hospital that you heard such silence in the corridors. And, considering you came almost every day to see your parents at work, that was pretty impressive.

Then, after a while without the slightest sound, you heard the parade moving away again.

tap - tap

Law’s breath brushed your cheek as he released his breath. You noticed at the same time that, without knowing why, you had also retained yours.

Your big brother got up from the mattress and took your hands to pull you from the bed towards the large wardrobe. He gently pulled the door open, in order to avoid squeaking the hinges that all three of you knew were noisy, then lent his hand to Lammy so that she could obediently climb inside.

You shook your head in refusal when he came closer to you, still locked in his silence, but he still picked you up by the waist before putting you directly in the closet.

You too, when you will be 10, will be strong enough to carry him like that!

“Hide here for a while!” He ordered in his I-am-the-eldest tone before closing the door.

And, even though you didn't see why you had to stay in the closet, you agreed to stay there without a sound. It didn't seem like hide-and-seek so it shouldn't have been a game. You stayed listening to the big drums that resonated outside with the fireworks.

They didn't make the same sounds as in previous years so you couldn't wait to see what they looked like. Were they a different color? You prayed in your heart that it would be black fireworks because, like your big brother, you loved this color.

Unfortunately, at this thought, a shiver of fear went up your spine.

You began to desperately feel around in the complete darkness of the closet. On your knees, you repeatedly placed your hands all over the floor but you couldn't find your stuffed animal. Tears welled up in your eyes. Immediately, you crawled as best you could to the door which you pushed very slowly.

If Law knew you disobeyed him, he would be angry at you.

But the little flickering orange light from outside also brought a small ray of light to your cubby, so, already seeing more, you turned over on your stomach before wriggling to get one leg out of the furniture. You let your lower limb hang in the void outside the cupboards, the floor of which was too high for your little legs.

"What are you doing?" asked Lammy, of whom you could only see part of her face as she grabbed your wrist.

“Virus is on the bed.” you explained to her.

The flu on your wrist eased and you let yourself slide to the floor thanks to the weight of your leg stretched outside the closet. Your heart beat a little faster as you fell, only to calm down again when you had both feet on the ground again. You took a quick look around—only to realize that Law was no longer in the room—before rushing to the bed. However, your problem did not end there because, very quickly, you realized that your cat was no longer in the blankets.

So you returned to the wardrobe, where you leaned your head inside.

“Virus isn’t here,” you declared in the darkness of the closet. “I’ll pick it up and come back!”

Then, without waiting for her response, you closed the door before heading towards the hallway. Your cat was on the bed before the lights went out. You only saw one reason for its disappearance: Law had taken it from you.

Slowly, you opened the bedroom door and entered the silent corridor.

You quickly realized that it was as dark as the room you had just left and, moreover, what little you saw seemed quite murky. It was a bit like looking through a veil. A smell of grilling tickled your nostrils but you didn't pay attention to it. You also noticed that it was oddly warm all of a sudden.

You found yourself alone in the dark in the hospital which was not as usual. In a word, you were terrified.

Not wanting to stay there for too long, you were relieved when you heard footsteps echoing down the hall. You were so relieved that you started running towards them without thinking while trying not to look around. You were too scared and you just wanted to find your brother and your cat.

You then ignored as best you could the unhinged doors which, instead of being well installed as usual, were now lying half torn off against the walls like overturned shelves. You also avoided turning your eyes towards all the little black holes on the partitions that you saw showing through in the darkness.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, you noticed your older brother crying.

The ball of terror that had already been eating at your stomach until now began to nibble at your belly even more. Your legs picked up the pace, not wanting to be alone anymore.

You then arrived in front of another door, which was not like usual, and you saw your big brother lying there. Light shone through the broken window in front of you while the torn purple curtains did nothing to stop it. You also noticed almost immediately the other black holes that were everywhere on the walls here. A repetitive puck-puck echoed in the room from the bag of liquid punctured a few meters from you. You saw Virus' head sticking out of Law's back pocket before really taking in the scene that was unfolding before your eyes.

And what struck you the most was your trembling big brother's body in front of you while enormous moans of agony were heard in the room.

You moved closer, terrified and not understanding what was happening, until you found yourself a few steps away from him and saw what he was lying on. You first perceived your mother's brown hair and her eyes closed against your father's shoulder, while he was on his back with his empty eyes rolled back.

Your stomach knotted painfully, making you double over in pain, and tears welled up in your eyes.

This was sadly a bad idea because, as you looked down, you noticed a pool of dark red blood extending from beneath your parents until it quickly approached your own shoes. Panicked, you took a step back so as not to get any on your soles.

"Mom! Dad!" your big brother yelled next to you, lost in his world.

“Law?” you uncertainly called him with the ridiculous hope that he would reassure you. All of this was just a bad dream and you were going to wake up in your bed to the smell of waffles or pancakes made by your mother.

But you only saw your big brother jump before turning towards you with a horrified face. His wide eyes and his pale complexion were enough to tell you that he was in no better condition than you. His distorted mouth also didn't have time to yell at you for escaping from your hiding place when the footsteps of the parade quickly returned.

tap - tap

“There’s one left!” yelled a muffled voice, no doubt alerted by Law's previous cries.

He then moved so quickly that it was as if he had been electrocuted. He immediately jumped off the motionless, embracing bodies of your parents before lunging towards you. He pulled you violently towards the window then, without waiting, he climbed onto a chair and held you by the waist before pushing you through the broken window. However, he didn't throw you hard enough because you hit your knees quite deeply against the broken glass.

You nevertheless manage to land on the other side.

And it was at this moment that the fireworks started again, whistling painfully in your ears while your knees began to burn as well. But Law landed next to you and quickly took your hand before starting to run at full speed.

His pace was so fast that you sometimes felt your legs give way under you but the grip on your arm was such that, even if you were no longer touching the ground, your brother was carrying you with him. Your chest began to ache from the effort and it was like your lungs were turning into dried raisins, unable to fill themselves with air. Your breathing sounded like a whistle, but you were still unable to stop.

Too caught up in fear, you heard footsteps crossing behind you as well as fireworks being fired in your direction.

"Don't let them get away! Eliminate them!" shouted an almost imperceptible voice in the hubbub of the explosions.

One brushed against your leg and, despite the pain, you continued running.

Law eventually took you back to the town bridge and, as you went to cross it, he instead guided you towards the river it overlooked. He suddenly pulled you towards his foundations then pressed himself against the white stone wall while pressing you against him. With your back against his stomach, you felt his hand slip in your neck before pushing against your mouth. He covered it for you like this until your wheezing was completely muffled against his palm. Despite the fear that twisted your stomach, you were even more petrified the moment you felt his hand tremble against your face just as his chest trembled like a leaf against your back.

The footsteps reappeared again, but before you could react, you heard them pass across the bridge above you and quickly move away.

When your brother released you, the pain from your cuts was excruciating. Where they burned you before, they now scratched you as if a whole tribute of ants had taken up residence there to swarm everywhere under your skin. The blood that ran down your legs before drying into crusts also made you feel tight after having tickled you.

But Law ignored this and began to leave toward downtown Flevance.

A lump of anxiety settled in your throat as you didn't want to be alone in these conditions that you didn't understand. So you started to trot, ignoring your pain, in order to reach your big brother who was walking straight in front of him. He seemed anesthetized. You joined him after several steps which tired you much more than expected.

You then crossed all the streets with their buildings that you knew like the school, the house of your friends or even the ones of other members of your family further away.

You were shocked to see the immense flames that rose from the houses to devour the walls until they collapsed with immense crashes. The black smoke escaping from it was also so dark that it blended into the fire-illuminated night sky.

Everything around you was red: the ground, the walls, the reflections in the water and the sky.

Distracted by the infernal picture that surrounded you, you stumbled against an irregularity in the ground. You then suddenly came across the obstacle and, when you looked down, you found yourself face to face with some little blonde pigtails that you had already seen before. You reached out a trembling hand and used it to brush the hair out of the girl's face. Unfortunately, her position must have been unstable because her body, until then curled up pitifully on its side, rolled limply onto its back.

You were then able to recognize this expressionless face and these eyes where no light was shining through.

Extinct, you saw her again as she accompanied you home every Tuesday and Thursday evening, as usual, to help you with your homework afterwards. You recognized her with her characteristic pigtails with which you always saw her, whether it was sunny or rainy.

And now she stood there, as gloomy as an empty shell, staring at the stars without seeing them in her uniform wich was torn and stained with blood and dust. Dark patches of blood had also spread into her hair where it dyed them a darker color while holding them like straw. Additionally, her skin was a strange bluish color with purple spots on her hand and her shoulders had been pinned against the ground.

Nearby, you heard Law start to cry and scream again in front of all the corpses around you. It didn't take long for you to recognize them all as his classmates. After all, Flevance was a small town where everyone knew each other from birth.

Suddenly, a huge commotion sounded behind you. The sound was so loud that you had to cover your ears.

You then turned towards the origin of the noise and, in the distance, you saw that the flames were starting to spread across the landscape from where you had come. Immediately, you noticed Law's back running in that direction.

You tried to follow him but your weakening knees refused to get up.

"Big brother!" you called out to him as loud as you could, panicking.

But your scream was lost in the crackling flames and the silhouette of your brother moved away until it completely disappeared in the chaos. Tears then flowed freely down your soot-covered cheeks.

You were alone in the middle of the flames.

You didn't know what was happening to you

Your father and mother were dead.

Everything you had ever known was burning.

Sobs choked your throat so, in search of comfort, you grabbed in despair the first hold that came to hand: that of the girl who used to help you with your homework.

Her fingers were stiff and her skin cold as snow but, despite how disgusted it made you, you desperately needed a reassuring touch. You squeezed her hand into yours and it was almost like squeezing a stone.

Cold.

Hard.

Impersonal.

The heat of the furnace slowly began to become more and more unbearable. The skin on your face was so tight that you felt like it was going to break on your cheeks any minute. Your tears in your eyes also made it difficult for you to see anything besides the blur.

Finally, after a while, you saw a black silhouette appear in your field of vision.

However, you no longer had the strength to do anything for yourself so you remained frozen in place. The body got closer little by little and gradually darkened everything you saw through the blur. A hand suddenly touched your shoulder and, terrified, you jumped before raising your head.

"Please!" You didn’t even know what you were begging for. "Please!"

And, instead of responding, the figure fell to their knees in front of you before taking you in their arms. With your nose in the stranger's neck, you immediately recognized the smell of your big brother mixed with the ones of sweat and fire.

You immediately closed your arms around him.

It was then that you felt wetness on your neck with drops of water tracing their path to your collarbones. The grip around you tightened until it was painful but you didn't care.

Your knees hurt from the injuries, your legs refused to move from running, your head and eyes throbbed from crying, and last but not least, your heart was in pieces. So your brother's embrace, even though painful, was completely welcome.

“Lammy is-” he started in a shaky voice before he cut himself off and a fresh burst of tears fell down your neck. "She's-"

Pain exploded in your chest as you understood roughly what Law probably meant.

“The hospital burned down.” he declared painfully.

Understanding then fell like a sledgehammer to your head.

Devastated, you remained crying among the corpses until early morning. You were then interrupted by new footsteps, which returned much more calmly than the day before. Law was the first to hear them and, without waiting, he lifted you onto his back before starting to run.

Thus tossed around, you did not immediately notice when you later saw a horse harnessed to a cart a few meters from you.

No one else was in sight.

Law thus went around the means of transport but froze when he arrived at the back. In front of you stood a pile of corpses thrown pell-mell into the cart. Arms, legs and heads could be seen here and there in the melee. Everything was covered in ashes, soot and blood. The smell was also unbearable, making you nauseous, while a large number of large black flies were circling around them.

You recognized a hand with nails painted a familiar color but you couldn't remember its origin.

You leaned back, anticipating Law's turn around but, to your surprise, he continued his way towards the cart. You widened your eyes before tapping his shoulder several times out of nervousness.

"What are you doing?" you asked hurriedly.

"It's the only way." he announced to you before placing you next to the cart.

He turned towards the pile of bodies then lifted one of them on top as best he could before looking towards you expectantly.

"Come on!" he hurried to you with fear clouding his gaze. He looked around you several times. “They could come at any time!”

But, since you still didn't move, he kept the corpse raised with one hand in order to grab you by the arm with the other. He pulled you violently towards the pile of bodies and made you climb it brutally before almost throwing you under the dead body which he released on you. A shiver of disgust went up your spine at the feeling of the cold and rigid weight crushing against your back.

Beneath you, an elbow dug into your ribs.

You suddenly felt Law shove something soft into your outstretched hand and, looking in, you saw Virus resting quietly there. You immediately brought your hand—and your stuffed animal—back to your face and buried your nose in his warm, cozy stomach which still smelled like home.

Disconnected, you barely noticed when Law lifted another corpse a few bodies away from you to stand under it and not move.

After an interminable wait, someone finally arrived and you heard a snap before the cart started moving. Little by little, you noticed that you were leaving the city center, then the barbed wire walls that had been installed around the city a few months ago.

You then passed near a forest.

Something warm and soft came into contact with your hand and gave it a light pressure. You then felt the contact break before noticing your brother slipping out of the pile of dead bodies to the ground even though the horse was still moving.

In your turn, you let yourself slide.

As soon as you had both feet on the ground, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the trees.

Miraculously, no one noticed you.

You were saved.

/!\ 𝖔𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 /!\

A few weeks later, Law returned to your hideout with his arms full of provisions of all kinds such as berries, mushrooms and a rabbit. He carefully placed them on the ground near the entrance before approaching the back of your hiding place with haste.

He had left you there while he had left looking for something to eat, lying on the ground and agonizing.

Your little five-year-old body had been pale and sweaty for several days while your temperature had skyrocketed. Law knew that every time he lifted the thin blanket covering you, he would find two gaping, infected wounds on your knees.

He recognized all the signs, having learned them from his father, but he didn't have the equipment to treat you.

He had the theoretical knowledge but he was doomed to watch the skin around the wounds become more and more red and swollen until, a few days ago, it began to ooze.

Unfortunately, when he came back to you that day, it was to find your pale and cold body waiting for him with your stuffed animal resting on your chest as your only comfort.

Your chest which no longer showed any movement.

He knew in that moment that you would never open your eyes again.

He collapsed.

°˖✧ Salut ✧˖°

I just wanted to warn that this is the first times that I have written texts with a somewhat horrific style, so I am sorry if you got excited about the title for nothing and were disappointed. I'm also not a consumer of horror material because I'm a big—huge, you can't even imagine how much—sissy, then the stories risk not being very original.

So, if you see points that can be improved, don't hesitate to let me know so that I can get better. Thanks! ~

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spilledkauffie · 2 years

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🤍 Nurse of the 501st — Preface

Pairing: Captain Rex x FemaleNurse!Reader (ft. the 501st) Word Count: 4.1k T/W: fluffy ☁️A/N: happy 5/01 day and welcome to a little series I’ll be updating every now and then! All parts will be able to be read solo or together!

Reader is assigned to the 501st as their main nurse; already knowing Kix she’s welcomed into the group pretty easily. Still intimidated about meeting Rex, the boys try and make her feel more at ease in her new situation, which helps once she learns Rex isn’t as scary as she thought he’d be.

Preface / Injured / 79's / Orphanage / Suit Up / Taken (pt.1)

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

“Remember, they are your team, your family, and your friends,” Jedi Master Rig Nema told you in the elevator.

“Do I have to leave the hospital wing so soon?” you asked, shoulders slumped as you stared o the elevator floor.

“So soon?” Master Nema gave a silvery laugh, “it’s been years, and Kix asked for your transfer personally, which means they need more medical help. You’ll be doing a great service to many people.”

Taking a deep breath you nodded, meeting her eyes, “I know, Kix has been a great friend to me, I’m honoured that he’d request me, but…I just don’t know if I’ll fit in with them; I’m not a soldier, I’m not a hero, I’m not even a Jedi.”

“You don’t need to be,” Master Nema set a hand on your shoulder maternally, dipping down to talk to you as her species was much taller than the average human, “you just need to let them know that you are there to help in any way you can, respect and experience will get you far with Captain Rex.”

She encouraged a nod out of you, but you were still anxious, sad, and scared all at the same time, had you been a Jedi you knew you’d be scolded for it, but you weren’t so you felt every emotion as it hit you. You’d never been on a trooper cruiser, you’d never been in action, you’d never been off Coruscant, the whole experience was overwhelming. Everyone on board seemed to have a routine and you had no idea where you fit in. While you were looking around the hallway, trying to get a glimpse of open doorways, Master Nema repressed a chuckle at your childlike curiosity.

“Ah, Master Nema,” you straightened up and snapped your gaze forward at hearing the familiar voice.

A smile broke out across your face, “Kix!”

He greeted you with a wave as you approached, “always good to see you, Master.”

“Likewise, Kix,” Master Nema bowed, “I am honoured that you requested my…student.”

The pause stung, you knew what she wanted to say and you knew what you had wanted to hear. Padawan. It was something forever out of your reach. As much as you tried to push past the fact that you were now far too old to even be considered a Padawan, it was something you forever wanted.

“Well, I only wanted the best,” Kix tilted his head to subtly wink at you. It made you smile, Kix went through medical training with you, and even though his program was accelerated and he was sent off to the 501st, he still kept in contact with you, which you greatly appreciated.

“And the best you shall have,” Master Nema put a hand on your back, softly pushing you forward, “I know she will do great things.”

Now standing beside Kix, the sense of anxiety returned.

“I cannot stay long, and I understand you will be underway soon,” Master Nema stated, noting your furrowed brows, “I will always be in contact should you need me, but I have every faith you will be just fine.” Kix shifted, knowing that she was largely talking to you, but trying to avoid attachment at the same time. Sharing one last glance she nodded to you, “Goodbye,” Master Nema bowed to you respectfully, “and may the force be with you.”

You wanted to call out saying ‘Master, wait,’ but you never earned the privilege to call her such, all you could manage was, “and with you,” bowing likewise and watching her head for the elevator to take her back to the hangar floor. She’d be back at the Jedi temple and you’d be off somewhere unknown to you. It felt like your heart had lost a piece.

“It’s really great to see you again,” Kix suddenly spoke, snapping you out of your gaze.

“Oh, yeah, you too Kix,” you stumbled, trying not to show your teary eyes.

Kix noticed you swiftly lift your hand to wipe away some tears, but opted not to say anything, knowing we all deal with sadness in our own way, instead he offered some words that would cheer you up, “you’re not alone,” he placed a gentle hand to the top of your shoulder and gave you a most sincerely look, “follow me, I’ve got plenty of brothers I want you to meet.”

Nodding, you put on a smile and followed him a little way down the corridor until it opened up into a large common room. There were clones everywhere; it made you smile at how unique they all looked. It was so different from some of the reports that made them all sound the same. Tattoos, scars, haircuts, and armour modifications made practically all of them identifiable from each other. You took in the room, seeing a dartboard on the side of the wall with a group playing. “You couldn’t even hit a clanker if it was three feet in front of you,” one teased another who was losing at the game, “how on earth have you managed to survive this war?”

On the other side of the room, you saw one with his nose in a book and a handprint on his armour, while another with a 5 tattooed was trying to talk to him. Kix let you observe for a moment longer and amused himself at your facial expressions when observing their occupations.

“Aye, Kix’s back,” one called out, “let’s meet the new shiny-”

They all came to attention and just as fast halted, seeing your figure standing next to Kix. You wore an outfit that was somewhere between a Kaminoan nurse uniform and a Jedi’s undergarment. Mostly white, with hints of blue, the uniform had the signature Kaminoan half skirt and pants with a metal belt that hugged the curve of your hips tightly with a blue gem in the centre, while the top half resembled a Jedi’s under tunic, fitted everywhere except for the sleeves, which flared out at your wrists. It had been gifted to you in order to match the colours of your new squad, but it was still a uniform you were familiar with as it had hints indicating your medical status, but clearly, the clones weren’t familiar with it at least not on a female human figure.

You waited for someone to say something, eventually looking to Kix, who was still amused, now by his own brother’s reactions. Finally, Kix spoke, “alright, you gawkers,” he clapped his hands, but their expressions didn’t change, “this is our new squad nurse, I’ve worked with her several times before and she’s the best of the best, she trained with Jedi Master Rig Nema on Coruscant,” Kix glanced around, rolling his eyes, looking to you and winking, he added, “and she’s force sensitive, mind-reader, so watch your thoughts!” With that they all snapped to attention, looking at Kix with an anxious expression.

“No, no,” you lifted your hands, concerned with how worried they looked, “I’m not a Jedi, so I can’t do those kinds of things.” You were partially lying, but you wanted them to feel at ease around you, not constantly worrying that you were reading their deepest darkest thoughts.

“So, you’re from Coruscant, you’re force-sensitive, and you trained with a master, but you’re telling us you’re not a Jedi?”

“Easy Fives,” Kix said, turning to you, knowing your past, “you don’t have to tell them anything if you don’t want to.”

Thinking it over for a moment, you pushed your lips together, giving Kix a look that you were okay, he turned back to face the company, “I’m not a Jedi,” you started, “and I’m not from Coruscant either. I was identified as force sensitive when I was a very small child, I was taken to the Jedi Temple, but…I failed the entry tests; I was too scared, too emotional, and empathetic according to them. It weakened my connection with the force in the way the Jedi look for it, especially now with the war.”

“So why didn’t you get to go home?” the clone with a handprint on his chest plate asked with more sympathy in his voice than his counterpart.

Taking a deep breath, you began to feel a little more at ease as you told your story, “Master Nema felt that I could be of great assistance as a medic alongside her in the Jedi hospital wing. So, she let me stay, she trained me to be a nurse, how the force can be used as a kind of medicine, a detector, and an aid. Despite never being able to be a Jedi, I grew up in the temple, but I was never…well, that’s not very interesting, but that’s most of my story,” you concluded with a smile.

The clones took to you quickly, they began asking questions about your time on coruscant and of training in the Jedi medical wing. It made you happy that they were so interested.

“Ma’am have you ever worked on General Skywalker?” A clone asked, trying hide his smile.

“Oh yes,” you admitted, knowing he was their general, “let me tell you he’s a squirmer, I can’t get him to stay still for the life of me.”

The troops erupted with laguhter, which made you smile, feeling more and more a member of their family by the moment. After a few more questions, a command came over the intercom, Kix told you that you might want to find a seat, the cruiser was going into hyperdrive. You hadn’t even realised that it’d left the bay or the planet, which startled you a little. Nodding, you found a seat on the windowsill, you wanted to see first-hand what it looked like, having never been off-world.

You saw Coruscant as a little planet beneath the cruiser, for a few moments it just got smaller and smaller, until the stars stretched around you and blurred your vision of the planet, before turning into swirls of blue and black. Just like that, it was gone, you raised a hand to the window, a heavy exhale leaving you. You felt like a child leaving their mother for the first time, you knew you were stronger than this, but nothing could prepare you from leaving the only place you’d ever called home.

“You alright?” A voice asked behind you.

Turning in your makeshift seat on the windowsill, you looked up, “oh, yes, thank you,. . . um, Fives, was it?”

“That’s me,” he said proudly, sitting opposite from you, “so, never been away from home?” You nod in response, “well, don’t worry, we all kind of know what that’s like, with Kamino and all, but we manage and I bet you will too.”

“Thank you, Fives,” you tilt your head to rest it softly against the window watching the stars, there was a comfortable pause between the two of you, he already felt like a best friend, “hey Fives, how’d you all get your names if you don’t mind me asking?”

Setting his helmet down, he began to explain that it was just something all clones did before leaving Kamino, it was a way of having some individuality in the legion. He was kind enough to actually identify everyone in the room for you, sometimes he broke into a little story about why someone had that name, like Echo. Eventually, they realised what was going on and some came to personally introduce themselves to you.

“We should give you one!” a clone shouted out after Fives finished introducing you to everyone.

“But I already have a name,” you shrug, wondering why they’d suggest it.

“Yeah, but now you’re in the five-o’-first, you’re one of us,” Fives gave you a smirk that made you blush a little.

“Yeah, okay!” you agreed enthusiastically after they all chimed in reasons you should have one.

After a few good laughs about suggested names, they finally settled on one despite your hesitation and objection, they insisted that it suited you, so you complied. Asking if this was the ship you’d be on the majority of the time, you decided to familiarise yourself with the passages and rooms. Kix offered to take you to the medical bay a little later but could sense that you wanted some time alone to take everything in. Kix literally had to stop a group that offered to show you around.

The halls were big and bright, you liked how clear the instructions you’d received were; it was a whole layout of the ship, the only problem was that it was a tiny hologram picture projected from your wristlet. You’d never had one before, always familiar with a pad or screen, but since you were going to be on the ground and out in the field they needed a more compact version for you.

“Okay…,” you were staring down at the little projection, “so if I’m here…then I need to go- oof!”

You’d run right into the back of someone. Taking a step back, you were prepared to apologize profusely, mildly embarrassed that you hadn’t been watching where you were going, but the figure turned around and you went silent. He was a clone, but there was a presence you’d never felt before when you met his eyes.

“Careful there, girly,” his deep strong voice said softly and kindly.

“So-so sorry, sir,” you managed, “I’m not familiar with this layout and I’ve never been on a ship before.”

“Ah, a shiny aye?” Rex raised an eyebrow and smirked, it wasn’t condescending in fact it felt more flirtatious. You smiled slowly, trying to repress the blush rising, Rex chuckled, ‘a little flirting wasn’t a bad thing’ he told himself, assuming you were probably just being transported and he’d never see you again, “let me see where you’re headed, I’m sure I can help.”

Bringing your wrist in front of you, Rex moved beside you, examining the map, hand on his chin. You were distracted by his proximity, you not so subtly looked over to observe his profile. Although you’d seen it before, he was different and you couldn’t explain why. You softly smiled noticing his short blonde hair, a personal modification. You could also smell a signature cologne that was different from everyone else’s. As your eyes came back down you were noticing just how much of his neck was exposed without the helmet on. A smirk came across Rex’s lips, he shifted his eyes over to you for only a moment, returning to the hologram. “You really should work on keeping your eyes where they need to be,” Rex said, knowing it’d fluster you.

Lips parting with a shock at your own behaviour, you stared forward, uncertain how to respond, chest now rising and falling far more obviously than you wanted it to be. There was a burning blush on your cheeks that even you couldn’t repress.

Straightening back up, Rex pointed to a box on the projection, “you’re headed here, it’s the hangar bay, I assume you’ll find your transport there; we’ll be prepping for a mission soon, so I’m sure you’ll get your instructions for departure there. And if you need any more help before then…just find me.” Rex winked.

“Oh right- yes, of course, right,” you fumbled, still feeling embarrassed, “thank you so much, I- I will be sure to tell Captain Rex how helpful you were.”

Rex tilted his head amused as he watched you quickly walk away, shocked that you had no idea you were talking to Rex the entire time.

When you found your way to the hangar bay, you met up with Kix and the 501st. There was a routine squad check before you were sent on your mission. So, you fell in line with the rest of them once it was announced the Captian was present. You swallowed harshly, eyebrows furrowing up together, fiddling with your fingers behind your back as you stood amidst the rows of the 501st. Kix looked over to you with a subtle reassuring smile, to which you tried to convincingly returned, not wanting him to think any less of you just because you’d never seen action and that you were anxious that this Captain Rex would be like a drill sergeant because you were a “shiny” as they called it.

‘If only the clone I met earlier were the captain, he was so sweet and nice, and-’ Lost in your thoughts you stared down at the floor across from where you stood, biting the inside of your lip you questioned if this was the right call, if you were cut out for this, did any of them really like you, what if Rex– it was then that you realized you were the only one with your head down instead of snapped into attention. Looking up and to your left swiftly, you saw Rex making his way towards you, his signature Jaig eyes markings were far more intimidating than you imagined. You held your head high and tried to mimic the clones around you even though you stuck out like no tomorrow. Rex had been simply and quietly walking past them, but your throat tightened when he stopped a few paces after you and retrace his steps, walking backwards.

“What are you doing here?” Rex asked, placing his hands on his utility belt with commanding ease.

“Well, I’m,” you began, trying to read his expression, but it was nearly impossible with his helmet on, “I’m the squad’s nurse.”

“We already have a medic,” he countered, really asking for you to divulge more information.

“Yes, but-”

“I requested for her transfer, sir,” Kix joined in, still staring straight ahead as he spoke like his training encouraged, especially while speaking out of line, meanwhile you and Rex simultaneously looked over to the clone defending you.

“Why?” Rex questioned, his tone not mad, nor upset, he was just looking for an honest answer.

“I need the extra hands, and she has abilities none of us have which are most beneficial medically,” Kix continued, “she’s the best I’ve ever seen, sir, and I have confidence she’ll save many lives.”

Rex slowly tilted his head to meet your gaze which was switching between the two men in uniform eagerly, “I see. I trust your judgement Kix,” the Captain concluded.

You released a breath you’d been holding but sharply inhaled when Rex moved to stand directly in front of you. Straightening up once again, you looked up, an anxious look still across your face. Rex lifted his hands and removed his helmet, tucking it under his forearm and holding it against his side. You met his eyes; jaw nearly dropping, lips parting and eyes widening, you recognized him immediately. Blinking you waited, knowing that if you spoke it’d be “out of line,” as he outranked you and he hadn’t asked you another question. You panicked thinking how disrespectful you’d been not to address him as Captain easier in the hallway.

“Welcome to the Five-o-first,” Rex gave a half-smile, lifting his hand to shake yours.

Staring down at his open hand, a soft smile spread across your face. Happily, you brought your hand to meet his, and glanced up, truly meeting his gaze again, your smile caused your eyes to squint a little as you spoke through it, “thank you…Captain, I’m glad to be in such company.”

Rex’s expression softened, and the tough, firm Captain attitude briefly faded, his face relaxed when he looked at you. In that moment, he didn’t treat you like another soldier, instead of a hard handshake, he automatically tilted your hand, his caressing yours from underneath, thumb pressed gently across your knuckles. He wasn’t sure where it came from or how he learned it, he’d only ever seen it when Anakin helped Senator Amidala down steep stairs, or out of a cruiser. Rex caught himself staring down at your hand in his, he carefully pulled his hand back from yours, not harshly, just suddenly, subtly shaking himself out of it, he looked at you once again.

“Well, yes, we should get…going,” he said, placing his helmet back on and continuing his inspection of troops.

You followed his path with your eyes, even leaning forward, head striking out from between the line of clones to watch him as far as you could.

“I think he liked you,” Kix playfully elbowed your arm as he looked down to you.

Leaning back into proper position, you smiled to yourself for more than one reason, before answering, “you think so?”

“I’d say,” another voice chimed in from your other side, it was Fives, he was one clone down from you and there was a slight amusement in his tone, “I’ve never seen the captain so stunned.”

“Stunned?” You lifted an eyebrow pondering that word, “oh, then I’m not so sure-”

“Trust us,” Echo, who was directly beside you, placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “we mean it in a good way; I’ve never seen him look at someone the way he looked at you, so take that as a good omen.”

Nodding to them, you could tell the line had been dismissed as Jesse came over to your little group from where he stood across the aisle, “See, not so scary, is he? What’d he say to you?”

While you and Kix began explaining the encounter to a few more clones who joined the conversation, Fives and Echo were waved over by Rex. As they left, it caught your attention; looking over your shoulder, you saw Rex standing with arms crossed, staring straight at you. His gaze made you quickly look forward once again despite the fact that his helmet was on, it felt strong.

“Sir?” Fives and Echo said in time, nodding to their superior.

Rex hesitated before pulling his stare away from you, “what do you know about her?” he asked them, not particular about who answered.

Fives exchanged a look with Echo and began, “well, she’s force sensitive-”

“A Jedi?” Rex interrupted with a frustrated tone, already drawing assumptions that you were undercover and they left him out of the plan.

“No, sir,” Echo hastened, “they identified her, but…she didn’t pass the entry exams when she was a child.”

“Ah,” was all that came from beneath Rex’s helmet.

“She trained under Jedi Master Doctor Rig Nema for her medical training though,” Fives added, “so who knows what tricks she might’ve still picked up. Could be quite useful in battle.”

“I’m not making her fight in our battle,” Rex said plainly.

“She’s coming with us though, isn’t she?” Echo asked, momentarily confused.

“She is,” Rex nodded, “but she chose the life of a medic, she’s a healer, not a soldier.”

“But Kix-”

“Is one of us,” Rex finished Fives’ thought for him. Seeing the troopers’ confusion, he removed his helmet to talk to them face-to-face, in a quieter tone he explained, “Kix is our brother, he was born and bred for battle, then he was medically trained. She’s not a soldier, she has abilities we don’t understand, but that doesn’t mean she should be forced to use them in war, she wasn’t trained like the generals,” Rex looked between the two, “understood?”

Fives and Echo again exchanged a look, now understanding what he meant as they looked over to you, bright eyes filled with an eagerness to learn about the trooper lifestyle, but an innocence that was soon going to be lost to war.

“Yes, sir,” they responded.

“Good,” Rex nodded, ending the discussion, about to put his helmet on when Fives coughed to grab his attention.

“What- uh, what do you think of her, Sir?”

Echo gave an eye roll, not impressed with Fives’ attempt at subtlety.

“What do I think of her?” Rex repeated, raising an unamused eyebrow. He knew what they were asking, but for now, he wanted to avoid the feeling that had stayed in the pit of his stomach since he first saw you.

“Well, all the men have given her a nickname so she feels a bit more like one of us,” Fives continued, “they decided on Angel,” Fives glanced to Echo when he noticed Rex staring in your direction again, “they picked it because she’s been so nice to us all, and she’s a nurse, so healing and all, and well maybe…” he paused, “some of them fancy she looks like one, you know from the moon of Iego?”

There was a part of Rex that was amused by the fact that his men were already falling for you and a part that related. Rex wasn’t sure what it was about you, but the gravity you had seemed to pull him in immediately. Everything in his life had been accelerated, his age, his training, his entrance into the war, he began to wonder if his emotions were too.

“I ‘s’ppose it does,” Rex smiled.

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zeloinator · 9 days

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I was tagged by so so many wonderful followers but i do not have enough spoons to gather everyone I’m so so sorry, thank you so much for the tags 🩵

B A S I C S of Zee

-Name: Zee Zalinos

-Nicknames: ‘Zee’ is such a short name she doesn’t often get nicknames.

-Age: 28

-Nameday:

-Race: Raen Au’ra

-Gender: Female

-Orientation: Bisexual/Pansexual

-Profession: White Mage, traveling healer, crafter, and carer of disabled creatures~

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

-Hair: Thick, slightly wavy, white hair. Once she had pink highlights, but around mid-Shadowbringers they were completely bleached away and have never grown back in. She chopped her long hair to chin-shoulder length hair around the beginning of Endwalker and has been wearing it in its much more free-ly/naturally styled way than before when she took tedious care of straightening and putting it into different long hairstyles.

-Eyes: Zee’s left eye is a blue-green color and her right a bright pink with light blue limbal rings around each. Her limbal rings turn white white she is casting magic and their glow intensity growing stronger the longer she’s been without performing the ritual to release the pooling of aether within her.

-Skin: Light cool blue~

-Tattoos/scars: her biggest scars are the one from her two amputations, her left arm stump and her right leg stump (with her right leg having the most prolific and obvious scaring which is why she always keeps it covered).

F A M I L Y

-Parents: Thought to be deceased / disappeared (more about them coming soon I’ve been working on Zee’s family lore)

-Siblings: Thought to be deceased / Disappeared

-Grandparents: All dead but her grandmother on her mother’s side was very close with Zee as a child and taught her so much about healing magics. That grandmother was the same one to encourage her dreams of traveling and cooking.

-In-laws and Other: Sadu Dotharl and Erenville are Zee’s main two significant others~

-Pets: Calling them her pets would NOT be something that Zee does but her island sanctuary is filled with tons of disabled creatures from all over the world! She cares for their needs and builds them mobility aids for their needs with the help of her friends.

S K I L L S

Abilities:

~Able to store up aether over time, if she isn't careful this can result in an aether ‘bomb’ where the stored aether explodes out when she cannot handle anymore in her body. (By ‘store up’ its more of a water balloon type deal, she can carry over a certain amount of aether but once she becomes to ‘thin’ in places she will pop)

~Created the ‘Blood Lily Rage’ spell which allows her to enter a raged state using her own blood to fuel her boost in strength and ability. She is faster, able to cast everything near immediately, and her mind is blanketed in a haze that covers up her pain, feeling and most of her personality.

~Has been learning how to craft magic accessibility items for those who need them but are unable to travel to the big cities (or at all) to get the items they need. Zee works with a good friend of hers, Ellaeuxlynn, for crafting mobility aids and other more personalized accessibility items.

Hobbies:

-Crafting for others in her spare time

-Gardening and cooking with what shes grown!

-Zee isn’t very good at taking time for herself so her hobbies are mostly other jobs she does to keep busy and distracted from her pain.

T R A I T S

-Most Positive Trait: Caring, if there is one thing that Zee is she is caring, a ‘natural’ healer and hero

-Most Negative Trait: Self Sacrificing, she will give up all of herself if someone she loves asks her to.

L I K E S

-Colors: Pastel Blue, Midnight Blue, (in the past her favorites have been pastel green and iris pink as well)

-Smells: Petricore / rain, citrus, musk, flowers (specifically lilacs, honeysuckle, and hyacinths)

-Textures: soft and plush, smooth and sharp, the roughness of stone and the smoothness of silk.

-Drink: Hot teas mostly

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: No~

Drinks: Rarely, and when she does she barely drinks any

Drugs: Zee often deals with her chronic pain with shrug usage~ Zee and Erenville can often be found sharing a smoke in the middle of the night under the stars.

Mount Issuance: Her beloved chocobo Ariadne has been getting more and more rest and treats in her stable as Zee is often flying with Ehll Tou while not doing her Warrior of Light duties and spending her time crafting. But she can often be seen riding a blue and white mechanical flying horse in her battle armor as well.

Been Arrested: Nope~

#Zee Zalinos #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc

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ateezivy · 1 year

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learn the alphabet with ivy (updated)

warning! jokes about drugs and killing (this is how she copes with her trauma😭)

A is for…

‘ass shakin on a tuesday?’

‘ask hongjoong if we can get mcdonald’s for dinner’

‘as a mingi enthusiast, i can confirm’

B is for…

‘but did i die?’

‘bonita’

‘boxing was fun until i almost broke my wrist-‘

C is for…

‘cause i said so’

‘cute is overrated, i like looking like i just killed someone-‘

‘call me when i actually care, wooyoung’

D is for…

‘don’t follow me, i won’t be running away. i’m going to the store…’

‘driving is easy, these losers are just lazy. AINT THAT RIGHT YUNHO???’

‘did someone say le sserafim?’

E is for…

‘eggplant emoji? boy what-‘

‘extra ice please’ ‘but seonghwa hyung asked for light-‘ ‘i said extra’

‘even if i die, keep performing’ ‘ivy no-‘

F is for…

‘frogs are innocent beings.’

‘for the LOVE OF GOD SAN SHUT UP’

‘felix said otherwise.’

G is for…

‘god would want me to’

‘going to the gym is so much work, but i’m forced to’

‘guys, i think i started my period…’ *cue panic*

H is for…

‘hongjoongie-oppa says i’m brilliant’ ‘he told you that so you would shut u-‘ ‘san no one asked for your input’

‘how did you manage to make jongho cry bruh-‘

‘how big is his-‘ ‘olivia!’ ‘-house…’

I is for…

‘i’m fearless’ *after getting scared by yunho*

‘i feel bonita’

‘if i have to dance to this song on more time-‘

J is for…

‘just say you hate me already’

‘jongho is my best friend, sometimes’

‘jimin would be my friend.’

K is for…

‘killing people is only okay sometimes’

‘kites still exist??’

‘KITTIES’

L is for…

‘lost me at the word running’

‘look at me’ *slaps san*

‘living is breathing.’

M is for…

‘mingi my dearest’

‘my type? mingi.’

‘my mom told me not to do it, but my mom is also a drug addict so-‘

N is for…

‘no money’

‘no ice cream for you mr. park’

‘nayeon-unnie is cooler than you’

O is for…

‘oh jolly pirate’

‘oh brother, this fool again’ *san walks in*

‘oh, i like yeosang more’

P is for…

‘people think im innocent. that’s cute’

‘pipe down’

‘poop doopy’

Q is for…

‘quit looking at me like that, you’re gonna make me vomit’

‘quiet, i think i hear god’

‘quit talking, i’m trying to listen to itzy!!!’

R is for…

‘right, and i’m beyoncé.’

‘right hand man, jongho. not you’ *cut to wooyoung frowning’

‘rings. blings. and all that’

S is for…

‘silence, who died?’

‘snow snow snow snow snow snow sno-‘ *yeosang throws a snowball at her*

‘sweet. can we go home now?’

T is for…

‘tomorrow is a new day, a new slay’

‘teen beach movie has one of the best soundtracks’

‘they see me rollin, they hatin-‘

U is for…

‘uvula shot’ *shows camera yunhos uvula*

‘under the seaaa. under the seeeaaa. darling is betTA down where it weTTA’

‘uhm, be so fucking for real right now…’

V is for…

‘very good morning my loves’

‘van… gogh’ *van starts moving*

‘valid point, too bad i don’t care’

W is for…

‘wow, and here i thought i was the idiot’

‘where is my food servants’ *acting a scene for a show*

‘why am i here. i need to go home. i, i need to go.’

X is for…

‘xoxo, go piss girl’

‘x-rays helped see the shape of dna’ ‘it’s 2 am. go to bed.’

x’s and the o o o’s they HAUNT me’

Y is for…

‘you have no idea what you’re talking about do you?’

‘yo, chill out brother’

‘yes, i do love my members. yes, i do hate my members. family.’

Z is for…

‘zoom zoom, hop in hotties’

‘zebras. are the white with black stripes. or black with white stripes’

‘zooweemama am i right?’

taglist: @atolua @skzfairies @itzy-eve @cixrosie @stopeatread @alixnsuperstxr @smh-anon

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justafairytailofinnocence · 1 year

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Brahms Heelshire x deaf/mute reader🔪👧

A solace in Silence🦋

Chapter 1

Summary: A girl who is deaf takes the job of a nanny; she is greeted by a creepy doll in which she must follow the rules. As days pass, stranger and creepier things begin to happen, little did she know things aren’t what they seem.

warnings: none

A/n: hello, I've finally got the first chapter here. comment if you want to be added to the taglist for the next chapter, enjoy💖.

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Silence: a term in which any sounds are absent; noise, voices, tones etc.

The darkness shrouded the apartment, no blinds were open, nor any sorts of lights were switched on. The only thing that lit the dim room was the screen of a laptop, a girl sat quietly, watching the movie play on the screen. ‘Slash’ the movement of a machete came swinging down on a blonde woman ending in her demise, the girl watched intently as she waited for the killers reveal. The woman reached into the bag of homemade popcorn; the salty taste reached her lips as she swallowed. In the movie, the killer reached for his mask; the woman watching gripped her pillow closely. The subtitles on the bottom of the screen revealed “It was you; it was you all along, you’re the kill-“. The door inside the dark apartment opened slowly, a figure approached toward the woman with her laptop screen. “ahhhhh!” screaming boomed from the laptop; the figure pressed their hand on the woman’s shoulder. The woman in response Jumped, throwing her pillow in the air and her popcorn spilled everywhere.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you still get scared y/n” the figure soon revealed itself to be a dear friend.

Y/n’s face pouted with annoyance; her fingers started to sign out “y o u s h o u l d n’ t s c a r e m e l I k e t h a t”.

The friend signed back “I know, I know but it was quite funny hey”.

The light switch to the apartment was suddenly turned on, y/n squinted as the light suddenly became illuminated. “Hey, have you heard of this ad, I know your aching for a job but I thought this one might be fun for you” the friend handed out a flyer, it read.

“April 12th, 2016,

Nanny wanted

We are in need of a nanny fit for our beloved boy, if you wish to fill this position please come to this address below.

Heelshire manor, England”.

The article was straight to the point, there was no information about who these people are or what they want. It was just ‘nanny wanted’, y/n found that quite odd, for one it wasn’t stating whether they needed someone qualified with children nor any information with experience. Y/n gave back the flyer with a wry expression, she was skeptical about the whole job advert. Not like they needed someone with children, but these people would need someone with experience, let alone they wouldn’t want someone who’s deaf and mute. Y/n began to sign out “I’m skeptical about this, I’ve never baby sat before”. That’s when the friend sprung into enthusiasm “no but that’s the thing, you don’t need experience, I’ve spoken with these people, and they’re interested in you”.

“Me? They want me” y/n questioned.

“Yeah, so don’t hate me for this but I know you haven’t had much luck in the work industry, so I thought about putting you up for this” she smiled. Y/n’s friend started to rummage through her closet, chucking her pants, a shirt and whatever else she could find. “Come on we’re leaving now, pack your bags” she enthused.

Y/n in response should be grateful but it’s not like a permanent position or anything. It’s a sketchy ad that was only for a month, besides what would their response be when they find out y/n’s deaf and mute. In the past, not many people took on y/n due to her disability, even when she was with her friend, y/n felt like an outcast at times. Y/n previously lived with her family out near the seaside, the one thing she missed dearly was the sea. Y/n would spend hours by the shore; she would place her feet in the warm, sunny sand and feel the sea roll over her toes. In a way y/n connected with the sea, it was wild and untamable, many judge the sea for its coldness or the height of the waves. The sea was a place y/n felt connected, she didn’t need to speak, nor did she feel the need to try. The sea accepted y/n for who she was, in the past, as wild as it sounds. Y/n used to surf, not for the sport but as a way to feel like herself. It was a thrill and an experience to ride along the waves of the beach.

Y/n started packing, her suitcase was rather small but held a lot of luggage, clothes, make up, toiletries and other supplies. With one final goodbye to the apartment, y/n headed out with her friend to this manor.

After a few hours of driving, stopping, toilet breaks and gas they had arrived, the friend pulled up to the manor’s driveway. For one, the manor itself was rather creepy, it gave off a haunted house vibe. The texture was grey and plane, the windows were sealed, and the atmosphere was rather off. Y/n got out of the car and thanked her friend for the ride, in some way she silently begged her not to go. The car drove off as y/n walked up to the manner's door; it was big and old. At first, she knocked, y/n turned to her side purse to grab out a notebook and pen, it was rather more for communication. Someone opened the door, it was a frail man with a beard, he greeted y/n with a cold tone “hello, you must be y/n, come my son has been eager to await you”. They both entered the manor, the interior looked ordinary to say the least, some furniture was rather old and used. Y/n walked up the stairs following the man who she assumed was Mr Heelshire, above the staircase stood a tall painting with both Mr and Mrs Heelshire with a boy. The boy was rather lifelike, whoever painted them must’ve been paid highly.

As Mr Heelshire and y/n reached the top, he asked y/n to wait outside as he entered through a room and shut the door. Y/n breathed heavily, she was prepared for the worst, these people seem far too serious to hire someone from the likes of her. Just then Mr Heelshire opened the door, inside the room stood Mrs Heelshire and a chair with a small, child size hand sticking out the side of the armchair. Y/n curiously peaked her head around the corner to see—a doll—sitting in the armchair. Y/n’s first reaction was to laugh as she thought it was a prank, however the elderly couple didn’t seem to take it as amusement. This started to get y/n unnerved, a doll was one thing, but she was expecting a child. “Brahms has been awaiting your arrival y/n, he was quite delighted when he heard of you” Mrs Heelshire grabbed the small dolls arm. Y/n smiled out of politeness, she grabbed her pen and jotted down "I'm glad, please know I’m deaf and mute, I rely on lip reading”.

Mr and Mrs Heelshire didn’t seem too affected as they both looked at each other, Mr Heelshire started to continue “of course, during your stay here there’s a list of rules you must follow”. The old man handed y/n a list of rules she must follow “I say this as a warning not to break them, Brahms gets quite upset If any were broken”. Y/n looked down at the list of rules she had to follow “by lord, there’s a lot” she thought.

Rule #1: No Boyfriends

Rule #2: Dress Him Each Morning

Rule #3: Kiss Him Goodnight

Rule #4: Never Leave Him Alone

Rule #5: Never Go in the Attic

Rule #6: Help with Studies

Rule #7: Never Cover His Face

Y/n understood them all, she didn’t complain as it would be an easy task looking after a doll that didn’t cause any trouble. Y/n wrote down “Of course, I shall follow each rule thoroughly”.

Mr and Mrs Heelshire seemed satisfied with y/n’s response, Mrs Heelshire knelt down and kissed Brahms forehead. Y/n walked with them downstairs to the front door, Mrs Heelshire gave y/n a hug and whispered something into her ear “Sorry”. Mr Heelshire walked down the stairs as Mrs Heelshire returned to her normal state bidding y/n a goodbye. Y/n was left alone—with a doll—in the manor, just great, well there wasn’t too much to worry about aside from the creepy tone. Y/n started to venture into the kitchen leaving Brahms in the armchair upstairs, now yes one of the rules did say not to leave him alone but can you blame her, the doll was creepy. Y/n started looking inside the cardboards, one opened and nothing, second opened and nothing. There wasn’t anything interesting, especially in the food department although that thought was soon put to rest when a man entered through the back door. Y/n jumped as she placed a hand over her chest “sorry, sorry, you must be the new nanny” the man smiled. “I’m Malcom, I usually visit the house and deliver groceries, I’m sure you’ve seen the doll right” Malcom waited for an answer however she didn’t speak.

“Hey uh, guess your rather shy huh” Malcom rubbed his neck as a way of feeling awkward.

“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to act impolite, I’m mute and I can’t hear” Y/n showed the notepad to Malcom.

Malcom understood but felt foolish for not letting y/n know he was entering, he guessed he assumed she heard him enter. Malcom began to ask, “so are you from around here”. Y/n wrote down “I’m from the seaside, I lived in an apartment for a long time alone, my parents are no longer with me”.

“So can you understand me, do you use hearing aids” Malcom asked.

Y/n raised her hand to shake it side to side as if to say sort of, she pointed toward her lips and then toward the words as if to say, “lip read”. Malcom nodded in response and jotted down in y/n’s notebook “Is it tiring to lip read”.

As to which y/n nodded, she wrote down “sometimes I get headaches from concentrating on people's lip movement, sometimes when people speak too fast, I don’t get it straight away. But I do try and understand some words to see what they are saying”.

“I would much rather be signing” Y/n finished writing, she smiled at Malcom hoping to understand. Malcom grabbed the pen from y/n’s fingers and wrote down “you seem like a kindhearted person, perhaps you could teach me how to sign? I would love to learn more about you”.

Y/n smiled, she raised her hand to her chin and then back out toward him as a way to say, “thank you”. Malcom started to follow through with the movement, he raised his hand, flat going toward his chin and then out again. Y/n smiled; she raised her thumb. Malcom lightly grabbed the pen and wrote down “your quite beautiful, perhaps you should teach me more sometime”.

Y/n felt her cheeks go red; she had never really had anyone talk to her this way before. Malcom smiled before waving goodbye, y/n in response waved back, she secretly smiled from his attempts at flirtation. Y/n started to head up from the kitchen to the bedroom to unpack when she found on the side shelf; it was a crumpled piece of paper with words written on it. Y/n curiously unwrapped the paper to see the words written.

“You are following the rules aren’t you y/n, I’m so lonely without you”.

Y/n threw the note to the side in shock, was Malcom playing a prank on her, were there teenagers living here. It was only a matter of time before y/n concluded “could it have been Brahms, but he isn’t possessed, is he?”.

These questions swirled y/n’s head as she read the note, she didn’t sign up for anything haunted nor for anything cursed. Y/n had gotten her first reminder of the rules, she should perhaps follow it unless it was a prank.

She would have to wait for tomorrow, will she follow the rules or play them off as a mind trick.

Only the doll would know.

Taglist: @peachycupotea

#brahms x reader #The boy #The boy x reader #The boy fanfic #Brahms heelshire #Slasher x reader #Slasher fanfic

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a-bucket-of-trash · 1 year

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Soldier’s Princess – Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 2/2

Part 1

Tags: daddy kelvin uwu, fluff and small smut

You were still sitting in the couch, somewhat reclined, looking at Kelvin comfortably leaning on the backrest, with the baby half seated, on his arm, while he gave her a bottle of milk. He looked absolutely natural, as if he had been doing this from the very moment Sophie had been born. Besides, the way he was looking at her, with such tenderness, made him look several times more attractive than he was before.

"You know that myth that says that men who are married with children look more attractive?" You saw his eyes fix on you "I think it's real" You winked at him.

"We're n-not married yet, little thing" He winked back at you "Wait a little... okay?"

"I'm not in a hurry, you're here, that's enough for me" You got a little closer to play with his hair "If you get tired of holding her, tell me"

"No, she's mine." He made a capricious face, setting the empty bottle aside. "You have Daddy's a-a-appetite... Good girl." He gently caressed her plump cheeks.

“Have you taken care of babies before? You're too natural for her to be the first one you hold.” You kept rubbing his scalp.

"I have a five-year-old n-n-nephew... I took care of him a lot w-when he was a baby" He took one of Sophie's hands, watching her grab his finger "D-a-d... I'm dad" He looked at you "Did she say mommy and daddy yet?"

“Mhm” You nodded “A few weeks ago…”

"D-damn, I'm late" He was slightly shocked "Oh no! Ll-l-language! Ssshhhh no more p-p-p-profanity” He glared at Sophie “Right? Daddy has to be polite now... or m-mommy's going to get mad."

"It's very hard to get mad at you acting so adorable." You laughed softly.

"Do you know that Sophie l-laughs just like you?" He saw your curious look "Mhm, don't look at me like that, I'm t-t-telling the truth"

"Well, I did my best to laugh twice as much these months" You became a little more serious "It was... complicated... People who judged me for coming back pregnant, because you weren't here... Being alone, missing you... So I tried twice as hard so she wouldn't notice any of it."

"Oh my g-g-g-goodness..." He caressed your cheek for a long time, saddened "My life... I'm so sorry..."

“I already told you, it's okay…” You smiled back, holding his hand to firmly rub your face between his fingers “Only you and I know the truth, I'm not going to let the comments of people who have no idea what we went through affected me…”

“Were you all a-alone? Did no one help you?" He gently brushed your cheekbone.

“No, my sister was here a lot at the beginning. Now she still comes back some weekends to give me a hand. You're going to know her and you're going to hate her" You laughed "She's as rude as me when we just fell from the helicopter "

"I'm scared then" He thought "She's going to b-b-believe that I was l-l-l-lounging around while you were having my little p-princess"

“Don't worry, she knows that I did complicated… jobs. I told her something, no details, but she knows you were forced away and you had brain damage and all that.” You smiled and pointed your chin at Sophie “Look… just like you.”

Kelvin looked at her daughter, asleep in his arm, which made him smile "A full s-s-stomach is a safe nap... 100% my d-daughter" He looked at you "I'm going to leave her in the crib"

You saw him go, leave her in her crib, cover her well and return taking quick steps to the couch, to sit very close to you and hug you.

"Now yes, time e-e-e-exclusively for my queen" He whispered, smiling, noticing how you filled his cheek with tender kisses "I n-needed your tender love"

“And I needed you…my king…” You purred, moving to sit facing him on his lap.

“Hello, hello…” He looked at you interestedly, caressing your thighs.

"You know?" You caressed his face, looking at his beautiful brown eyes "When I had Sophie I asked to be tying... So we can do all the simulation of looking for a little brother we want, without risk"

"Lady M-m-mercenary, you really think e.everything" He licked his lips, feeling somewhat anxious.

"Former mercenary, Mr. Ex-Soldier" You playfully touched his nose "I am now Mrs. Butcher"

“Do you work in a b-butcher shop?” He saw you nod and started laughing out loud. He hastily covered his mouth as he laughed, trying not to wake Sophie. "S-shit…shh."

"Does this seem weird to you?" You chuckled softly, “Where do you think I learned two-handed stabbing and slicing cannibals? My father was a butcher…”

"How sexy." He laugh more.

"Funny guy" You kissed his forehead hard "God, your laugh gives me a thousand years of life... I love to see you laugh"

"You make me laugh so much b-because you make me e-e-exaggeratedly happy" He caressed your waist temptingly "So, if mom works, dad will s-stay at home taking care of the p-p-princess and doing e-everything a housewife does"

"Well, you did perfectly on the island, you're more than qualified…" You looked into his eyes, touching his chin, sighing softly.

You were silent for a while, just looking into each other's eyes, yearning even more, devouring eachother with your gaze, remembering that now you were safe. Your gaze faded moments before you began to kiss deeply, with the desperation and passion of months apart, growling and purring, hands searching under the clothes, the desire burning the fingers.

“I miss doing it to you…” He growled, his hands feeling your breasts “God… they did g-grow…”

"Motherhood." You half moaned, feeling his erection under his pants.

"My love..." He looked at you as you rubbed a little against his pelvis, your chest close to his face "Let's get m-m-married t-t-tomorrow"

"Didn't you tell me to wait?" You buried your fingers in his hair, looking up at him.

"I c-c-changed my mind..." He smiled at you, winking.

"Done" You smiled "Let's have the bachelor party right now"

He laughed softly, feeling yourwarm body against himself, ready to spend not just the rest of the day with you, but the rest of his life, taking care of you and that little princess he had barely met and already loved more than his own life.

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest

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that-kinda-good-writer · 1 year

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HHH: PROLOGUE

HHH AUTHOR’S NOTE < Previous installment • Next installment > HHH CHAPTER ZERO

Synopsis: Preacher Jamie arrives in town. | Total number of words: 1.1k. | Reading time: 5 minutes.

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Navigation key: Y/N: your name, Y/L/N: your last name, Y/M/N: your mother’s name, Y/F/N: your father’s name, E/C: eye color, F/C: favorite color, H/C: hair color, H/L: hair length, S/C: skin color.

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Chapter warnings: accusation of witchcraft, biblical imagery/ references, brief depiction of punishment by whipping/ father threatening to whip daughter; please note that this was the norm of their time but is now considered an unruly practice, brief mention of death by hanging, church culture, Christian/ Satanism dynamics, mentions of the Salem Witch Trials, period-typical discrimination/ harassment against women.

Standard warnings: angst, biblical imagery/ references, brief mention of masturbation, church culture, Christian/ Satanism dynamics, cursing, female anatomy, mentions of death by hanging, mentions of the Salem Witch Trials, mentions of witch hunting, pet names used by Jamie (angel, dove, lamb) talk of lust, young woman/ slightly older man(?)

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Hawkins, Indiana

April 10th, 1692

“The Devil Has Come To Salem - Witches Are Everywhere.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s the headline of the newspaper, dear. Would you like to see it?”

The low crackle of wood burning in the fireplace took over the room. A middle-aged woman holding the newspaper shifted in the rocking chair near the bassinet where her one-week-old son was sleeping peacefully. She glanced at her husband, who was reading the Bible, and murmured, “Well?”

“I think not of it,” he responded after a long pause. “I try to stray from politics and other villages’ affairs.”

“Y/F/N,” the woman scolded. “How can you say that when articles are being published almost daily of the mass hysteria occurring in Salem as we speak? What if that hysteria comes to Hawkins?”

Outside of the couple’s cabin, thunder rolled in the distance. It had been a gloomy day. Everyone was restricted to their homes because of the weather.

“As you would know, Y/M/N,” Y/F/N said. “You’re not there anymore.”

“My childhood best friend was Elizabeth Proctor. We did everything together. Before I left with my family for Hawkins, we resided in Salem. We left because we thought the teachings of Reverend Parris were too harsh, and sometimes he acted as though he was above the law. When we moved, that was when I was a teenager, and that’s when I met you. You were already leading your ministry and doing a fantastic job. That’s what made me fall in love with you. I’ve been conversing with Elizabeth.

“She says poor old Rebecca Nurse had been found guilty of witchcraft and was jailed. She’s just an old woman! How could she do such a thing at her age? Hysteria can do a lot to the human mind, and we’re seeing it happen right in front of our faces. You should probably preach about it tomorrow.”

“And say what? We should all be scared of the Devil and spur the wrong notion?” Y/F/N questioned.

Y/M/N sighed, her eyes half-lidded. “I’m just simply suggesting what you should teach tomorrow.”

Before Y/F/N could reply, the door opened, and in walked their daughter. Y/M/N was alarmed, her eyes wide. “Y/N? What were you doing outside?! You are supposed to be sleeping!”

The young girl jumped at the noise of her mother and turned, her H/C, H/L flipping to the side. Y/N stuttered, “I, uh, um… I was hanging out with Anthony, Jackson, and Rhoda. We were dancing around a fire singing worship songs you taught me when I was a child.”

“You were what?” Y/F/N stood up while taking off his belt.

Y/N was very familiar with the punishment of whipping by his waistband, so she cowered against the wall in fear. Instantly, she quickly explained, “Father, we weren’t doing anything bad. Singing to the Lord is an important way of expressing our faith in Him. That’s what you said to me many years ago.”

“When you were a toddler, yes,” Y/F/N corrected. Y/N could feel his breath billowing in her face as if she was standing on a beach. She shivered as he continued, “But you are a grown woman, and you must realize that dancing is frowned upon at your age. You should be thankful that I approve of dancing until you come of age, Y/N. However, because you are officially an adult, you are no longer permitted to dance. Is that understood?”

Y/N hung her head, and in a barely audible whisper, she responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Go upstairs, child, and ask God for His forgiveness for the sins you committed tonight.”

She hurriedly scampered to the second floor, tripping over her dress. Y/F/N made sure she went to her bedroom, and after verifying she obeyed him, he went back downstairs to rejoin his wife. Y/M/N gave Y/F/N a disappointed look as he put his belt on again. “You know, I expect better of you. Y/N is trying to live up to your standards, and you degrading her every time she messes up makes me upset. Humans aren’t perfect. She is just trying to figure out who she is and her role in this world, and if that means letting her be a child, then let her. Let God teach and guide her now. You’ve gotten her this far; let her take the reins.”

He exasperated, strolling over to the window in the kitchen. “I suppose in a sense, you’re right. But dancing is a sin, and she needs to be properly trained to be a woman of God. That is my task as her father. When she entered the world, that was the task He gave me.”

“And me,” Y/M/N murmured. She approached her husband and smiled gently, “Be more open-minded, darling. It unlocks a lot of opportunities.”

After kissing him, Y/M/N went over to the bassinet and delicately grasped her baby boy, and ventured upstairs to the bedroom they both shared while the infant slept in her arms. Y/F/N stood by the fire for a long time, pondering and praying. His final thought before drifting to sleep was that the Lord had good intentions for his family.

THE NEXT DAY…

Morning arrived quickly. The Y/L/N household was the first to turn on its lights, for that was the home of the prominent preacher, Preacher Y/F/N. He was already gone and at the church when Y/N and her mother awoke. That was the routine for the family. As Y/N got dressed, she wondered if her friends got in trouble last night as she did. Well, less sparingly than her. Rhoda’s father was strict, so it was likely that she would enter the church with whip marks on her back. Thankfully the dress covered every part of the body so she could conceal it and not be humiliated by her punishment.

Anthony’s parents were sometimes clueless about what their trickster son was up to. Y/N knew he wasn’t a disciplined young adult- he acted like a child. Everyone around town knew that his parents didn’t raise him right. Anthony would get drunk and be passed out in the streets; other days, he was retired to his bed the entire day because of too much alcohol consumption. He was an idiot. It wouldn’t surprise Y/N if he didn’t show up for mass.

“Mama,” Y/N said after she washed her plate. “I’m gonna head to the church.”

“Okay, dear,” Y/M/N replied. “Also, I heard a new preacher is in town to help your father maintain the church while he battles his illness.”

Y/N paused, blinking. She eventually said, “But Father is doing well. I don’t see anything wrong with him.”

“Your father is slowly dying,” Y/M/N whispered. “He just doesn’t show it to you. Don’t tell him I told you that.”

Tears brimmed the sides of Y/N’s eyes. Sniffling, she turned away and left the cabin silently. She wanted to figure out the mystery surrounding the new preacher. Who was he, and what did he want?

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#Duffer Brothers #Hawkins Indiana #Hawkins Lab #Henry Creel #Henry Creel x reader #Jamie Campbell Bower #Jamie Campbell Bower x reader #My writing #Netflix Original Series #Netflix #One #One x reader #Peter Ballard #Peter Ballard x reader #Stranger Things 4 #Vecna #Vecna x reader #Witch Trials #Writers on Tumblr

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onecantsimply · 2 years

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Noi or Shin. If possible both. With a fem!s/o that’s taller then them by like a foot but no muscle tho, beanpole. Also magic that can melt thing? Headcanons. Have a wonderful day/night!

Why or? It’s been a small while since I wrote about them.

- Noi -

• You’re probably slenderman height. Noi is 6’10. You are like a foot taller than her and slim.

S l e n d e r w o m a n.

H a c h i s h a k u s a m a

• Other than that, you’re probably someone who can stand how Noi is.

- She wants you to ride on her shoulders while making motorcycle noises? You can do that.

- She wants you to eat some ruined cheesecake she almost dropped on the way home? You two are eating while watching some TV shows.

- You almost melt the table down because Noi scared the soul out of you? She can just heal it if she reacts in time.

• Despite the heights, you two are large fuckers. With different figures, you can be depicted as the hentai Hachishakusama. Just get the white dress and the hat and there you go- Not quite the height yet, but you’ll get there somehow- Use heels-

• Let’s skip to that party on where En got Kikurage. You’re going up against the guy who also has acid Magic.

- Melt him first. Bam.

- “I’m better than you, bitch. You use Black Powder and I don’t. You suck ass.”

- Being your girlfriend, Noi joins in and throws something at the currently melting man.

- Shin seems… a bit tired of your guy’s large energies.

- “Is he dead?”

- “Oh, yeah.”

- “I melted his ass.”

- Shin -

• You two are most likely drained af people.

- Shin is drained because of his job. You’re drained because of life and the people around you.

- “Can you get the thing on the cupboard?”

- “Climb on the counter and get it. I’m cooking. If you fall, I’ll catch you somehow.”

- “With your twig arms? Fuck that.”

- “Fuck you too.”

• But later in bed, you’re probably spooning Shin.

- “Love you, good night.”

- “Love you too.”

- There are various occasions where you two just cannot sleep, so you’re kind of just moving around or staying in thought.

• Your Magic wasn’t the thing that caught Shin’s eye. Trust me. He doesn’t like how you can just burn shit down, but he sometimes does get pissed off at En.

- So… he wants you to probably kill one of his rare mushrooms.

- Don’t worry. Shin can cover for you.

#dorohedoro x reader #dorohedoro #drhdr shin #dorohedoro noi #shin x reader #Noi x reader

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shydragonrider · 2 years

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Into the Silence -5

Warnings: Fever, panic attack, begging, half-delirious whumpee, crying, fear of asphyxiation, past torture reveal, past breath control torture, oxygen mask, self harm scars, self harm mention.

Taglist: @whumpwillow, @purple-heart-x, @whumpsday, @everynameistakencarrots, @equestrianwritingsstuff

NOTE: If anyone wants to be removed from the taglist due to the self-harm, please let me know. I totally understand.

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Caspian drifted in and out of consciousness, plagued by fever dreams and nightmares. He found no relief upon waking up, finding himself restrained each time, still with the mask strapped over his face.

A shudder ran through his body, and he once again tugged against the unyielding restraints, whimpering in distress when he got the same result as always. Helpless, he gave up struggling, smacking his head against the pillow with a useless moan.

“Ssssshhhh, relax.” A soft female voice said, as a gentle hand brushed his sweat-soaked hair back.

Caspian looked up into light blue eyes, unable to help the tears in his own. His stomach and chest throbbed, his broken ribs protesting with each shallow breath.

“Ghost.” He mumbled weakly. “Please.”

“Wrath-”

“Take it off.” He begged. “Please.”

“I can’t. It’s-”

“I-I can’t do this again.” Caspian moaned.

“Can’t do what again, Wrath?”

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The supervillain looked up at her with fever-glazed grey eyes.

“D-don’t t-tighten the r-ropes again.”

“What ropes? Wrath, there aren’t any ropes.”

“Please.” He whispered again, tears threatening to spill over his lashes. “D-don’t tighten them... don’t leave me like this.”

“Wrath, what are you talking about?” Bella asked, concerned.

“E-Evernight... he would... he would... t-tighten r-ropes around m-me, then t-tie them o-off and l-leave me f-for h-hours.” His glazed eyes met hers. “Please d-don’t. I won’t c-cause any trouble. D-don’t turn o-off the air s-supply... Please.” He sobbed.

Bella felt sick, it was no wonder the poor guy was so terrified of the oxygen mask. He thought they were going to suffocate him by turning off the oxygen.

Bella reached up, wincing at how Wrath cringed back, and pulled the mask away from his face, before shutting off the supply valve.

Then, she paged Joe.

The supervillain’s breathing was a laboured, wet sounding rasp, but he had visibly relaxed the moment that the mask was removed.

“You called?” Joe asked, appearing in the doorway.

“I need you to get oxygen tubes for his nose.” Bella replied.

Joe frowned. “What’s wrong with the mask?”

“It’s scaring him.”

“Ghost, he’s vicious, you and I both know what he’s capable of. He can live with with a bit of nerves over an oxygen mask.”

“He’s begging.”

Joe’s eyes softened slightly, and he sighed. “Fine. I’ll be back in a minute. I need to check him over anyway.”

“Thank you.” Bella said, sincerely. Joe gave her a crooked smile.

“Only for you, my little Poison Pill.” He said, an affectionate smile on his face. The two had been like siblings from the day they’d met.

“I’m taller than you.” Bella replied, and Joe scowled playfully. The fact that he was 5′3 was often brought up when he called Bella little.

“Yeah yeah.” He said, walking out.

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Caspian flinched as the Medic approached him, holding some kind of packaged tubing in his hand.

“W-what is that?” He stammered, trying to sit up, panic momentarily causing him to forget about the restraints.

He let out a sharp yelp as the strap across his abdomen tightened over his broken ribs.

“It’s some nasal tubing. You need to stay on oxygen, but Ghost said that the mask was upsetting you.”

The medic set the tubing down, and pulling out a stethoscope. Then the other man reached out, and pressed against his chest.

Caspian gasped at the pressure on his broken ribs, trying to squirm away as it increased.

“Lie still, Wrath.” The medic said quietly, he looked almost pained.

“Oh God, please stop.” Caspian begged, yelping as another spike of pain shot through his chest. “Ghost!” He cried. “Please, help me! M-make him s-stop!”

The girl appeared in his peripheral vision, and he craned his neck look at her.

“Please.” He begged again. “Help me.”

“Wrath, sssshhh.” She murmured, kneeling beside him. “I know you’re scared, but we’re trying to help you. He’s just trying to check your ribs... and your pneumonia.”

“It hurts.” Caspian groaned.

“I know.” Ghost said quietly, placing her hand on his forehead. Caspian pressed weakly into her touch.

“What’s your name?” She murmured. “Your real name?”

“Caspian.” He rasped, far past caring about keeping his identity secret.

“That’s a pretty name.” She replied. “I’m Belladonna. Bella, for short.”

“Bella.” Caspian murmured tiredly. “Please, don’t let him hurt me.”

“Hush. I won’t.” The girl replied.

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After Joe had finished, and Caspian was sleeping again, Bella went for a shower.

She stripped her T-shirt off, looking into the mirror at the mess of cuts and scars on her stomach.

Some were years old, others less than a day.

Shame washed over her, as it always did when she saw the ugly mess, but it was never enough to stop her.

She turned away from the mirror, and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed.

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ateezyuri · 2 years

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a to z with . . . yuri !

a is for ... “ATINY are the prettiest and most loveliest people in the world...i love you more than my cats!”

b is for ... “BITCH, you better be joking.” “never quote euphoria again.”

c is for ... “CATS are forever superior. i don’t care if leo keeps knocking your stuff down! he does it to show his love! hONGJOONG DO NOT THREATEN MY CHILD!”

d is for ... “DUDE — i am just trying to summon good vibes, i am NOT trying to hex wooyoung...why would you say that?”

e is for ... “ENOUGH of this madness!! if i hear the ponytail song ONE more time, i will rip someone’s head off.”

f is for ... “FRIENDS who really love you will deal with you even if you are being the most annoying or most overdramatic person ever. ateez deals with me all the time — so i think that they are my best friends.”

g is for ... “GUYS, GUYS, GUYS! will you PLEASE stop trying to manhandle me? LET ME WIN PLEASE, WHEN HAVE I EVER WRONGED YOU?”

h is for ... “HONGJOONG said i wasn’t allowed to attempt to murder my members...but hongjoong isn’t here so you better choose your last words wisely!”

i is for ... “I’M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR, AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM THE BAR, SAID ‘I’M FINE’ BUT IT WASNT TRUE — I DONT WANNA KEEP SECERTS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUSTER TO SEAL MY FATE — AND I SCREAMED FOR WHATEVER IT’S WORTH — I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOUVE EVER HEARD?”

j is for ... “JOKES on you, i already cry myself to sleep every night — so your comment didnt mean shit to me!”

k is for ... “KILLING eve is one of the best t.v series ever. i would let eve and villanelle run me over and call it a day.” “YURI?!?” “I WAS JOKING!”

l is for ... “LETS be honest...i AM the hottest person in the room right now.”

m is for ... “MINT chocolate chip icecream is for hot people only — if you don’t like it then...sucks to suck i guess.”

n is for ... “NEVER thought i would say this...but wooyoung is right, for once.”

o is for ... “ORIGINALLY, i was going to tell jongho i loved him. but now it’s time to unlock phase two — blackmail him.” “YURI NO—"

p is for ... “PAIN. all i feel is pain.”

q is for ... “QUICK! spit in yunho’s drink! i’m not doing it — you can face his wrath, and if he asks, i had nothing to do with this.”

r is for ... “RESPECTFULLY fuck off if you dont like taylor swift, this is NOT a safe spot for taylor swift haters. end of discussion.”

s is for ... “SANNIE is just like a little kitten, he’ll come up to me, lean his head down and ask for head pets. somedays i just want to put him in a chokehold and give him all the loves.” “you mean a hug?” “yeah that too.”

t is for ... “TEEZERS? are you calling us teezers because we always spoil?” “you mean YOU always spoil?” “....what makes you say that?”

u is for ... “UNTIL you give me a valid reason on why i should not self sabotage tonight — i am going to do it. and telling me my therapist wouldnt be proud is NOT going to do it.”

v is for ... “VERY bold of you to assume i know how to do basic math — i got held back a year for a reason.”

w is for ... “WHENEVER i think i have it bad (living with boys), i remember others have it worse.” “who?” “lottie.”

x is for ... “XOXO, a mentally ill bitch.”

y is for ... “YUQI is my favorite person in the world, she’s my girl — she’s my best friend! i love her so so so much, i don’t know what i’d do without her.”

z is for ... “ZOOM in on hongjoong, doesn’t he look so cute right now?” “do you have a death wish?” “i’m not scared of no man, especially not joongje, LOOK HOW SOFT HE LOOKS!”

tags: @chaerincore @atzaria @softieteez @ateezjuliet @lunarxsun @m00niesk7 @filmyoongs @shinyddeonghwa

#ㅤ 𖤐 ʾ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ TWISTING MY STARS INTO SHADOWS ⠀ ╲ ⠀ MISC⠀ ‧#aesocnet #mochiocnet #deluxeocnet #kpop oc #ateez added member #ateez female oc #ateez oc member #ateez extra member #ateez ninth member #ateez female member #ateez addition #ateez female addition #ateez 9th member #ateez blurbs #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop extra member

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rubbcrhosemoved · 1 year

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Clem hasn't been very chatty, Sloth's doctors checking her over and reassuring both sin and jester it was likely shock. The imp seemed to have shut down mostly, twitching if there was a loud noise or a touch without warning. It had taken a bit of coaxing before she let them see what happened. Weeks in that pit, in pain from injuries, waking up to taunts or some other hellborn tossed down and offered freedom if they could end her. They never could. Corpses built up, the imp which was likely Striker smugly looking down from the top of the gorge. He refused to use her name. Just Firecracker. Every time he came, the only social interaction. Firecracker. It seemed he was obsessed with the ruthless killer she'd been to the point he'd hunted her down, prepared all this for her, to make her return to her old roots.

W H I L E having Clementine not talking did concern the animatronic, he very much understood as to why. She’s been through a lot and needs time to heal, not just with her body but her mind as well. Upon seeing all she’s been through within the last month he’s inclined to start stressing some, it bleeding through their connection some despite his best efforts. What if Striker comes back, but decides to get rid of her? What if he comes back and manages to succeed this time around, having Clementine revert back to who she was before? Would she still want to be with him or have nothing to do with him anymore?

D O N ‘ T leave me again don’t leave me again don’t leave me again don’t-- A sudden slap to his side is enough to snap Ollie out of his frantic spiral. He quickly looks back, a rather annoyed looking Mammon in his imp disguise glaring back.

“C A L M down. You’re starting to spark.” His hand retracts, fingers rubbing at his temple, “Mmmm... Last thing I need right now is you breaking down as well.”

“A R E N ‘ T you worried?” Ollie huffs with a small frown, “What if somethin’ happens to her again? What if--”

“A H - Ah-ah. You’re doing it again. I will smack you.” Turning away some, Mammon lets out a sigh and runs his fingers through his hair, “Of course I’m worried, but worrying about all this does nothing but cause stress. Stress is the last thing we need right now. For the time being, Clem is safe. She is with us. She will be okay in due time. You running around like a chicken with its head cut off is doing nothing to help the current situation.”

“I ... I know...” A soft thump could be heard as Ollie presses his back against the nearby wall, sliding down until he’s sitting on the floor, “This'd be easier if she wasn’t--”

“--M O R T A L?”

“...Y E A H.” He sighs, “I... I know I can’t keep her safe from everythin’ cuz I want her to enjoy life, regardless of the bad or good. I’m just... scared. I’m scared that one day I’ll turn ‘round and... she’s gone.” His hands press against his face, knees drawing up towards his chest, “How else am I suppose to feel...?”

M A M M O N ‘ S lips draw into a thin, pensive line. “I’m not sure. It’s natural to be scared of such things, especially in relation to those you.. care about, but we shouldn’t dwell on these things. If it happens, it happens. For now, just enjoy the present. Put the past behind you. It does nothing but drag you down to be constantly worrying about the future or drawing up things from the past.” He makes his way over, reaching down to grab Ollie gently by his chin and smirk. “I thought I taught you better than that.”

T H A T manages to get a light chuckle out of the robot, “Heh.. Maybe I need a refresher course.” He pushes Mammon’s hand away, “Alright, alright. I’ll stop bein’ a whiny li’l bitch.” Mammon lets out a laugh, “Oh? But I like it when you’re a whiny little bitch. Gives me a reason to put you in your place~” One smack to the disguised sin’ side is well deserved. “SHUT UP!”

W E L L at least he’s not moping anymore. Mammon shakes his head as he gives Ollie’s cheek a pinch. Wandering towards the door to peek in, he taps his knuckle lightly against the door, hoping he doesn’t spook Clementine. “May we come in?”

@hannah-the-small (CLEMENTINE)

#HANNAHTHESMALL ➡ Clementine (Clem)#ASKS ➡#ROBO FIZZ ➡ Comes with all the bells and whistles #MAMMON ➡ I want more and more #VERSE ➡ Even the brave may depend on someone #I wrote entirely too much akjengake

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Malleus Maleficarum

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: Sam, Dean and Ellie travel to Sturbridge, Massachusetts and discover a coven of witches that has killed two people.

Disclaimers: self-harm, suicide, angst, blood, mentions of death

Word Count: 7.4K

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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Sturbridge, Massachusetts

"She was so scared. I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it,” Mr. Dutton whispered in regret, staring off into space between Sam and Dean who were questioning him. His eyes flicked back up to them. “And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it."

I shined my flashlight around every inch of the master bathroom that Janet Dutton died in, only half listening to their conversation as I searched for anything out of the ordinary that could give us a reason to believe this was our kind of job. "Well, that's why they put the call in to us Mr. Dutton."

"But the CDC, that's disease control, right? What do you think; it's some kind of virus?"

"We're not ruling out anything yet,” Dean said. I began searching through their medicine cabinet, pushing aside prescription bottles and bandaid boxes, but nothing was in there, either. “Mr. Dutton did Janet have any enemies?"

There was a beat of silence behind the bathroom door as Mr. Dutton processed the question. "I'm sorry?"

"Anyone that might have a reason to hurt her?" Sam asked this time. I rifled through the tall pantry, shuffling through the neatly folded towels, baskets of small perfume bottles, extra toothbrushes, hand soap. Absolutely nothing of interest.

"Wait, what are you saying? That somebody...poisoned her?"

"I'm just saying we have to cover every base here."

"Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?”

I nearly gave up on the search before I spotted the double cabinets beneath the sink. I squatted down, pulling them open where sure enough, a hex bag was stuffed between the pipes. I sighed, pulling it free and placing it into my pocket.

“Would anyone want to?" Sam was asking as I returned to the room. Mr. Dutton was standing now, looking horrified.

"What?! No, no, there's just no one that could've—" He paused, looking off into space again in thought.

Dean raised his eyebrows at us before waving a hand in front of his face. "Mr. Dutton?"

Whatever trance Mr. Dutton was in, he seemed to snap out of it quickly. He blinked twice, looking back at us. "Uh, everyone loved Janet."

Yeah, totally not weird and suspicious at all. Sam nodded once. "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now."

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Sam, Dean and I stepped out onto the wet porch of Mr. Dutton’s house. "That dude seem a little evasive to you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know I was under a sink, pulling this out,” I said, tossing it to Sam who caught it before it could drop to the ground. "Hex bag."

"Awww gross,” Dean groaned as Sam opened it up in his palm.

"Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned."

Dean shivered at the thought as we kept walking. Sam looked over to me. "So we're thinking witch?"

"Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either. This is Old World black magic, I mean, warts and all,” I said as we slid into the car, the rain coming down harder now.

There was a beat of silence in the car before Dean turned in his seat toward us. "I hate witches." Sam and I chuckled at the rant we knew Dean was about to go on, the same one he always went on when we dealt with witches. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere. It's creepy, you know, it's down right unsanitary."

"Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton."

"Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag,” Dean said, glancing up at the home. “So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods."

I shook my head, "No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman—that's the problem, they're human, they're like everyone else."

"Great,” Dean exasperated. “How do we find 'em?"

I thought about it, the brutal way in which Janet died: choking on her own blood after all of her teeth fell out, seemingly out of nowhere. "This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive—"

"We find the murderer,” Sam finished. Dean nodded once before peeling away from the curb.

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I sighed, tapping my fingertips against the door with my chin in my hand, people watching the patrons walk in and out of the pub just across from our stakeout spot. “I’m telling you guys, give me five minutes in that bar to hustle some pool money-”

“El, we’re working,” Sam reprimanded. I looked over Dean’s shoulder toward Mr. Dutton’s car that we’ve been tailing for the past four hours. He was parked in an empty lot after we’d just followed him through a drive thru.

“Yeah, and it’s thrilling,” I said sarcastically as I let out a puff of air, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t think anything’s going on here, you guys.”

“Wait,” Sam shushed me and just seconds later, Mr. Dutton’s car flew open as he fell to the ground. Dean immediately put the car into drive, barreling across the two lane road and skidded to a stop just inches from Mr. Dutton who was kneeling on the ground, gasping for air.

"Check the car!" Dean shouted to Sam and I. Sam ran toward the driver’s seat as I pulled open the back, reaching shoulder-deep under the seats, my hands searching blindly.

"Hurry up!" Dean called from behind us where he was kneeled beside Mr. Dutton who was trying to cough but couldn't, his wheezes for air becoming more and more desperate.

"Got it!" Sam suddenly shouted, holding the hex bag up. He grabbed his lighter, catching the hex bag ablaze before dropping it to the road.

"Come on.” Dean lifted Mr. Dutton off the ground as he grasped his chest, finally able to breathe again. "You okay?"

Mr. Dutton looked at us with wild eyes. "What the hell is happening to me?!"

"Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you,” Sam said.

"That's impossible! There's no way—"

"If we hadn't have been following you, you'd be a doornail right now. Now who wants you dead?" Dean demanded.

Mr. Dutton looked at us as if we were crazy but wracked his brain for an answer, "I-uh..."

"Come on think."

"There's a woman—uh—"

"A woman, okay?"

"An affair—a mistake, she was un-balanced, she was blackmailing me and I put an end to it a week ago."

I raised my eyebrows at this. An affair would make sense, why this woman would want Janet dead. "What's her name?"

Mr. Dutton looked at me, confused, "Wha–what could she have to do with—?"

"Paul! What is her name?"

Mr. Dutton paused, watching us. “Amanda...Amanda Burns.”

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Paul Dutton cracked pretty fast when it came to giving us Amanda’s address. I quietly picked the lock of the front door, leading the way into the dimly lit house. I entered the living room first, keeping my gun held high as I rounded the corner where a brunette woman in a black dress laid face down over a glass coffee table. I tilted my head at the blood pooled beneath her. "That's a curveball."

"Yeah."

Dean approached her, using his gun to rotate her wrists to the side as he confirmed what I’d suspected: "Three per wrist, vertical. She wasn't foolin' around."

Sam held a hand over his nose and mouth as he lowered himself to the floor beside the table. I followed his line of sight to a knocked over spell book and a plate of rotting food, maggots crawling in and out of it. There was a board with a sigil painted across the front, a knife, and a denim shirt beneath it all that I assumed was Paul Dutton’s. "Yeah, looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here."

"Oh god!” Dean shouted suddenly. I drew my gun towards Dean who’s eyes were wide, staring at the rabbit suspended by his feet from the ceiling behind him. I sighed, dropping my gun. “Fuckin' witches! Seriously man, come on!"

"Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from,” Sam said. The rabbit was long since dead, its once-white fur now matted with dark blood.

"Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again,” Dean said, looking back at the rabbit, his face falling. “And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! Poor little guy."

"You know what I don't get?” Sam said, making Dean and I look to him. “If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?"

I shrugged, "Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat-trick...I mean, this doesn't exactly look like the TV room of a bright and stable person, you know?"

Sam kneeled down to the floor, inspecting beneath the coffee table. "No, but then...there's this.” Sam stood, throwing me a small object, wrapped in brown leather.

"Another hex bag? Come on!" Dean groaned, shaking his head. "Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch-on-witch violence?"

"I guess,” I said, tossing the hex bag onto the coffee table.

Dean pulled out his phone, dialing 911. "Hi, I'd like to report a dead body...309 Mayfair Circle...My name? Yeah, sure my name is—” Dean cut himself off, snapping his phone shut. “Why are witches ganking each other?"

Sam sighed, "I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands."

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"You must have a green thumb,” Sam said as we approached Elizabeth’s house where she was out in her garden, digging in the dirt. This was our first suspect, someone Amanda had been friends with for years.

“Excuse me?” She said, looking up at us.

“Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this, quite impressive,” Sam said before stopping. “I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself first. I'm Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner and Detective Thornton.” He motioned to each of us as we flashed her our fake badges.

“Hi-ya,” Dean smirked.

“We're following up on Amanda Burns' death, going around the neighborhood and talking to neighbors, stuff like that,” I said.

Amanda stood, watching us in what I believed to be feigned confusion, “But didn't she— I mean...she...killed herself...right?”

“Maybe, maybe,” Sam said, vaguely. “We heard you were friends with the deceased right?”

Elizabeth shrugged, obviously anxious at the questioning. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Did you have any idea about her practices?”

She furrowed her eyebrows at my question. “I'm sorry, what kind of practices?”

“Well see, her house was littered with Satanic paraphernalia.”

“A regular Black Sabbath,” Dean added.

“No, the— but she was an Episcopalian.”

“Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong Bible,” Dean chuckled.

“Elizabeth, you alright?” A voice asked from behind us. We turned, two women coming up the driveway. They rounded us as they stood on either side of Elizabeth.

“I'm fine...Renee, these are detectives,” Elizabeth hesitated. “They say Amanda was— she was practicing-”

“I'm sorry detectives; you can tell that Elizabeth is a little bit upset,” the blonde woman said, running a soothing hand down Elizabeth’s arm.

I narrowed my eyes at them. Something was definitely fishy about these three. “Of course, Miss…?”

“Mrs. Renee. Van. Allen,” she said, punctuating each part of her name. “Would you like me to spell it for you?”

I raised my eyebrows at her, biting my tongue. “I'll get by, thanks.”

“This Amanda business has been hard for Liz,” Mrs. Renee Van Allen said. She tightened the grip she had on Elizabeth’s arm. “For all of us.”

Elizabeth seemed frightened to even speak for herself as the other brunette woman spoke up this time, “Yeah. I mean, you think you know a person.”

“Well, I guess we all have secrets don't we?” Dean said. I could tell him and Sam both had their suspicious about them, too.

“Well, thanks,” Sam said, maintaining intense eye contact with Elizabeth that she couldn’t return. “We'll be in touch.”

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Dean’s POV

After leaving Ellie at the motel to research more into what we didn’t already know about witches, Sam and I went out to see if we could find anything else on these women. It was nearly pitch black as we made our way back.

“Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick. Did you see that victory garden of hers?” I said as I drove. “Belladonna, wolfsbane, mandrake, not to mention that little flinch she threw when we mentioned the occult.”

“Well, she's definitely had a good run lately, gone up a few tax brackets; won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with,” Sam said as he read through the local paper and other files we were able to scrounge up. “I don't think she's alone either. I looked into 'Mrs. Renee Van Allen'. She’s won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months.”

“Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart, huh? Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven we met back there, minus one member,” I said, shaking my head. “Amanda was clearly going off the reservation. What do you think, they killed her to keep up appearances?”

“Seems like an appearance kind of crowd, don't you think?” Sam said.

“Yeah...if they killed the nut-job, should we uh, thank them or what?”

“They're working black magic too, Dean. They need to be stopped,” Sam said, folding up the paper.

I paused, glancing over to him as I suddenly remembered mine and Ellie’s conversation. “'Stopped' like stopped?” Sam shot me a look saying he was serious. It was never like him to think that way. “They're human, Sam.”

“They're murderers,” he corrected.

Pushing aside how out of character it was for Sam, it seemed justified to me. I looked back to the road, satisfied. “Burn witch, burn.”

Then, the car began to rattle and sputter. I looked down, confused, as I took my hands off the wheel. “What the hell?”

The headlights began to flicker. One second, they were off, and we were drowning in darkness and the next second they turned back on, there was a figure, illuminated in the golden light. The car rolled to a stop right in front of a woman, her arms crossed over her chest. I felt for the Colt in my jacket, gripping it by its hilt. We stood from the car, the woman unmoving.

“Ruby?” Sam said in confusion. I raised my eyebrows, looking back at her.

“Sam, listen to me, there's no time,” Ruby urged.

"For what? What are you talking about?"

"You have to get out of town."

"So this is Ruby, huh? Never had the pleasure,” I said, bringing the Colt out and aiming it at her.

"Dean!"

"I was hoping you'd show up again."

Ruby only watched me, unfazed. "Point that thing somewhere else."

"Hahahaha! Right,” I said sarcastically.

She sighed, looking back to Sam, "Sam, please. Go. Get in the car and don't look back."

"Why? I don't understand."

"Hey, hot stuff, we can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks,” I said, making Ruby roll her eyes as she turned her attention back to me.

"I'm not talking about witches, you jackass. Witches are whores,” she spat. “I'm talking about who they serve."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking to Sam for answers when his face fell. "Demons. They get their power from demons."

"Yeah. And there's one here, now."

I scoffed, "Oh, what, you mean besides you?"

"Sam, it knows you're in town and it's gonna come after you and it’s way more than you can handle."

I looked to Sam who suddenly seemed worried. I widened my eyes. "Oh come on, what is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap!"

"Put a leash on your brother, Sam, if you wanna keep him."

"Dean, look, just chill out."

"No...no! She's messing with your head, god knows why, that's who they are!" I shouted, waving the gun in her direction. I was not going to let Sam make me feel like the crazy one.

"I'm telling you the truth,” Ruby interfered.

"And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch."

"I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!" She yelled, stepping closer.

"Oh, I don't know maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank!"

"Oh, right, right. You care about your brother so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?"

My heart sank, praying Sam hadn’t heard her, but in my peripherals I could see Sam whip his head toward me. I tightened my hand on the gun. "Shut up."

Ruby knew she hit right where it hurt. She leaned forward, only inches from the gun now. "At least let me try and save him, since you won't be here to do it any more."

"I said shut up!"

I brought my finger back on the trigger, but Sam was faster as he bent my arm upwards, shooting a round into the sky. I opened my eyes, looking around, but Ruby was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it!” I shouted, shaking my head, turning away from Sam. I could feel his eyes on me.

“What did she mean, Dean?” He nearly whispered.

I ran a hand down my face before turning to him, acting like I hadn’t heard him when in reality I was buying myself time to think of an excuse. I didn’t want him to find out like this. I didn’t want them to find out at all, not until I was already gone. “What?”

Sam took a step closer. He was angry. “What did she mean...when she said you were checking out- what did she mean!?”

“Sam, c’mon, I have no idea!” I lied through my teeth.

Sam’s face shifted into realization. “What did you do, Dean?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. Guilt corroded my insides. Guilt because I’d been lying to them, guilt because I know what I was going to put them through would kill them. I scoffed, shaking my head. “Sam...”

“You took her deal, didn’t you?”

I slowly looked back to him, fear clouding over his face. There was no use in lying to him anymore. I’d done that too much already. “I couldn’t let her go, Sam...” Sam’s shoulders fell in defeat and shock. “You said it yourself...we couldn’t let her go.”

“I didn’t mean take her place, Dean!” He shouted, his breath coming out in smoke against the cold air. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say a thing. “So...what, now we have to lose you? Our plan this whole time was to come up with something so none of us would die! Did you forget that part!?”

“I didn’t have a choice!” I shouted back. “It was me, or her and if not one of us it was you, Sam! There was no way out of it so I...” I stopped myself, lowering my voice. “I had to do it. I have to protect you two.”

Sam shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. “Does Ellie know?”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat before shaking my head. Sam nodded once, looking away from me. “She can’t know, Sam. She can’t.”

“You can’t ask me to do that.”

“Well, I am,” I said. His eyes flicked to mine. “You have to promise me. You won’t tell her. Promise me that, Sam. Please.” He clenched his jaw, walking back toward the car before slipping inside. I looked up at the dark sky, wishing Hell would open its flaming mouth and just pull me under now.

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Ellie’s POV

The silence in the motel room was almost serene. I plopped myself onto the motel bed, a cloud of stale stench floating into the air from the ancient comforter. After nearly six hours of research on witches, my hand was cramping and my ass was sore from the motel’s hard wooden chairs. I stretched my legs out, clicking the small TV set on just as the door flew open, Sam and Dean arguing loudly.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Sam said as he came in behind Dean, slamming the door. I rolled my head backwards onto the wall, annoyed, switching the TV back off.

"What?! What the hell was I thinking?" Dean shot back, yanking his jacket off his shoulders and throwing it roughly onto his bed. "She's a demon, Sam. Period. Alright? They want us dead, we want them dead!”

“What happened?” I asked, watching as they moved across the room in a flurry, Sam hot on Dean’s trail.

They ignored me as they continued to go at each other. "Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead."

"Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook."

"No one's stringing me along! Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she's useful."

"No! We kill her before she kills us."

"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?"

"Whatever works."

I closed my eyes, absentmindedly rubbing at the side of my abdomen, chocking the dull pain up to the two day old takeout I’d eaten out of desperation.

"Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives,” Sam retorted, making Dean roll his eyes as he went to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. “Look, we have to start looking at the big picture Dean, start thinking in strategies and – and moves ahead. It's not so simple, we're not – we're not just hunting anymore...we're at war."

I peeked an eye out, glancing at them in the momentary silence. “Are you guys done-”

"Are you feeling okay?" Dean interrupted, making Sam shake his head as he sat on the end of our bed.

"Why are you always asking me that?"

"Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people. You know, it used to eat you up inside."

"Yeah, and what has that gotten me?"

My eyes bounced between the two of them, rubbing rhythmic circles over my stomach. I was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened while they were gone.

"Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the fuckin' car and fuckin' argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that shit."

The pain in my stomach began to grow more intense. I sat up further on the bed, hoping my position would relieve some of the pressure, to no avail. I pushed my palm against it, wincing.

"Wait, so– so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?" Sam asked, looking up at Dean who was tossing the contents of his pocket onto the table.

"No, I'm not mad, I'm— I'm— I'm worried, Sam— I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself.”

"Yeah, you're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him, stopping his movement. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Look, Dean...things are changing. And the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after...” Sam paused, him and Dean sharing a strange look. A silent conversation that I couldn’t quite place. “Then I gotta change."

"Change into what?"

"Into you,” Sam said after a beat of silence passed. “I gotta be more like you."

I sat up further on the bed, holding my side as I leaned forward, my face contorting in pain. Dean looked over at me as if he’d just noticed I was there. "What's going on with you?"

"I don't know,” I groaned as the pain quickly grew sharper until I gasped, feeling like I was being stabbed from the inside. “Something's wrong—"

"Ellie?" Sam said quickly, rounding the bed and kneeling in front of me. He gripped my shoulder.

"Son of a bitch—" I groaned, wrapping my arms around my midsection.

"Ellie, hey,” Dean said this time.

When I opened my eyes they were both in front of me, watching me worriedly. I panted, the pain just becoming more and more intense as I thought of the only solution I could come up with: "The coven...it's gotta be the coven."

I reached a hand out toward anyone and anything, grasping for air before finding Sam’s jacket, twisting it in my hand before they quickly pushed off the floor, turning the room upside down for the hex bag that had to be in here somewhere.

Sweat began to bead down my body as the sound of cabinets opening and closing filled the room, chairs being overturned, and our things being dumped from our duffle bags. I coughed, leaning forward as I felt something climbing up my throat. I dropped to the floor between the two beds, gagging as blood spurted from my mouth and down onto the linoleum floors. I quickly got onto my hands and knees, trying to clear my airways before my arms collapsed under me, sending me sprawling to the floor.

I didn’t have enough energy to pull myself up. I watched Sam above me as he threw the blankets off the bed and dug his knife into the mattresses, calling to Dean, “Did you find it!?”

"No,” Dean said as he came beside me, rolling me onto my side. "Sam, what are you doing?"

I opened an eye between fits of coughing up blood to where Sam was counting the bullets in the Colt, not saying a word to either of us. He threw the motel door open and all we could hear was the Impala’s engine roar to life.

"Sam!” Dean called after him, but once we could no longer hear the car he turned back, cursing Sam under his breath. “It’ll be okay. It’s okay.”

Blood continued to poor from my mouth and onto the floor, the pain only becoming more unbearable by the second.

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Sam’s POV

I made it back to Elizabeth’s house in nearly half the time it should’ve taken me. I kicked down the front door, barging in, gun drawn at the coven standing around a seance table in the middle of the living room. They let out shrieks of surprised as they quickly stood with their hands in the air.

"Let her go." I couldn’t waste a second. I knew Ellie wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

"Let who go? What are you doing?” Renee asked, obviously startled. “You're insane, get out!"

"Look, if you know about me, then you know about this gun. You're killing my sister. Now let her go,” I warned. “Get away from the altar."

"What?"

"Now!"

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Ellie’s POV

I sat hunched over on all fours as Dean sat beside me, unsure of what to do except pray that Sam was doing something useful. Then, the motel door was kicked inward. Dean and I whipped our heads toward the door where a woman with long blonde hair sauntered in.

“Ruby?” Dean questioned.

"Ahh, you’re Ruby? You wanna kill me? Get in line bitch,” I groaned, blood smeared across my face. Ruby came deeper into the room, making Dean stand in front of me.

“Get back, Ruby.” “You want me to save her sorry ass or not?”

Dean looked back down at me as I spit a wad of blood onto the floor. Suddenly, I was being lifted up by my shirt and thrown onto the bed. I kicked her away from me before she pinning my arms down with her knees and poured black liquid into my mouth. I gasped around it, but I instantly began to feel better. Dean yelled something at her, making her climb off of me. I sat up, the excess liquid spilling down my chest. I looked to Dean, and then her in confusion.

Ruby was panting, glaring at me. “Don’t...call me bitch."

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Sam’s POV

"Go,” I demanded, the three women filing into a line with their hands still raised in surrender.

"What— we— we weren't hurting anyone,” Elizabeth stammered.

"Please, we don't even know your sister!” Renee tried to convince me, but it wasn’t going to work.

"Stop the spell, or die,” I said firmly. “Five seconds."

"What?” Renee gasped.

I cocked the gun. "Four."

"No, please, please don't kill us!” Elizabeth begged. "We were just getting Renee a lower mortgage rate!"

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Ellie’s POV

"Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?" Ruby said to Dean.

"You...saved my life,” I said, confused as I sat on the end of the bed.

"Don't mention it."

"What was that stuff, anyway?” Dean asked.

“God, it was ass,” I shivered and then thought about it. “It tasted like ass."

"It's called witchcraft, short bus.” Ruby turned, leaving the motel through the broken door.

"You're the short bus...” Dean called after her but Ruby didn’t turn back. Dean’s voice immediately grew quieter at his comeback. “Short bus."

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Sam’s POV

The women weren’t giving me much to work with and I was pretty sure Ellie that if Ellie weren’t dead already, she would be soon. I gripped the gun, trying to clear my head as I analyzed the women, recalling what I knew about them.

"Okay, maybe it's not you,” I said, beginning at the front of the line with Elizabeth. I trailed the gun to Renee next, “—or you.” That left me with one option: Tammi Benton. The one out of the group we hadn’t been able to dig up much on. I cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe it's you."

Tammi’s eyes widened as Elizabeth and Renee looked to her in fear. "I don't even know what he's talking about. What are you even talking about?!"

"I mean, all of you, everyone in your little coven, you've all had runs of good fortune. Newsworthy good fortune. Except for you, Tammi,” I said, the pieces suddenly clicking together. I stepped toward her. “Now tell me, why is that? You didn't want anything for yourself? Or is it because you're already getting what you wanted – like these women's souls."

Elizabeth and Renee’s eyes grew wider at my words. Tammi continued to stumble, "I can't- I-I'm not- I-I-I don't..." Then, she stopped. Her facial expression changed as she let her hands drop to her sides, her eyes turning pitch black. "Nice dick work, Magnum."

I brought the gun up to her, gripping it with both hands. "Let. My sister. Go."

"What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag? Sorry, sweetheart, but your sister’s lungs should be on the floor by now."

I ground my teeth as I lightly pulled back against the trigger and released a bullet from the Colt, but before it could reach her, the demon brought her hand up, stopping it in mid air. I watched in shock as it fell to the floor with a clank. The demon smiled. "You're in a lot of trouble, Sam."

With that, she brought her hand up, sending me flying across the room and pinning me to the far wall. I groaned at the impact, watching in horror as Elizabeth and Renee turned to who they thought was their friend.

"Tammi, what's wrong with your eyes?" Elizabeth asked.

"Tammi, what are you doing?" Renee gasped.

"Renee, shut your painted hole,” the demon snapped.

"What?” Renee said in disbelief. “I- I will— you can't— not in my house, Tammi Benton-" The demon snapped Renee’s neck then, making her instantly fall to the floor in a heap. Elizabeth slapped her hands over her mouth, muffling her screams of terror.

"Look. You got me – let the girl go,” I tried to reason.

"Wait your turn, young man,” the demon hissed and turned back to Elizabeth who was shaking uncontrollably. “Shhh...Lizzie. It’s okay.”

"You're not Tammi,” Elizabeth breathed out.

The demon had her hand running through Elizabeth’s curls. "No, but I'm wearing her meat. I had to break the ice with you girls somehow."

Her eyes were brimmed with tears. "You killed Renee."

"Renee, Amanda...” the demon listed, circling the room like a caged tiger. “That's what happens to witches who get voted off the island."

"Who are you?"

The demon chuckled. "Funny story, actually. You remember all those dark demonic forces you prayed to, when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to?"

"This- this isn't – it can't b—"

"What did you think it was? Make-believe? Positive thinking? The Secret? No, it was me. You sold yourself to me, you pig." Elizabeth’s hands were clutched close to her chest as tears silently fell down her cheeks. "All I had to do was bring one good book to book club, and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass."

Elizabeth began furiously shaking her head. "No, no, we didn't know—"

"Oh, yes you did. You knew every step of the way, and now your ever living souls are mine,” the demon smiled. "Comments? Questions?” Elizabeth continued to stare at her silently, frozen in fear before the demon turned to me. “Hmm, Sammy Winchester, wow! Right here in our little town. You know, my friends and I, we've been looking for you."

"Why?” I said before scoffing, rolling my eyes. “Oh, right, 'cause I'm supposed to lead some piss-poor demon army."

"No, not at all. You're not our Messiah. We don't believe in you...But, there's a new leader rising in the West – a real leader,” she said, coming closer. I furrowed my eyebrows at her words. “That's the horse to bet on, Sam, the one who's gonna tear this world apart. Thing is, this demon? It doesn't like you very much. It doesn't want the competition." I watched as the demon raised her hand and I slowly began to slide up the wall, the pressure against my chest becoming heavier and heavier. I grimaced, clenching my fists. "Nothing personal, it's a P.R. thing, so, buh-bye."

The demon pressed her hand forward until it felt like my chest was going to collapse in on itself. The wall behind me began to crack, plaster and drywall falling to the floor below me. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact when the front door flew open, Dean and Ellie running through, guns blazing. I let out a breath of relief at the sight of them.

Then, demon simply flicked her other hand, sending the two of them flying to two separate walls. From this angle, we could all see each other. They winced at the impact. I looked to Ellie, wondering how the hell she was even alive.

"Three for one. Lovely."

Then, there was another set of footsteps coming into the house. The demon turned to Ruby who followed behind, her hands raised. "Wait. Please. I just...came to talk."

She turned toward Ruby, looking surprised. "You made it out of the gate. Impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?"

"Doors out of Hell only open for so long."

"What do you want, Ruby?"

Ruby stepped closer to her. "I've been lost without you. Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters here.”

I glanced to Dean and Ellie, feeling guilty. Dean was shaking his head, mouthing: I told you so!

“They're for you...as a gift,” Ruby said, the demon looking between her and us.

"Really?"

"Let me serve you again. I've wanted it – I've wanted you – for so long,” she whispered, making Dean’s eyebrows shoot upward.

"You were one of my best,” the demon whispered back. Ruby smiled sweetly before quickly bringing a knife up and over the demon’s head, but the demon grabbed the blade before it made impact. "But then again, you always were a lying whore."

The demon tossed the blade across the room, making it slide across the floor and stopping in front of the alter. Ruby began throwing punches at the demon’s face, grabbing her shoulders and kneeing her in the stomach. Then, the demon grabbed Ruby’s arms where they were holding her jacket, using them as leverage to slam her forehead into Ruby’s nose. The resounding crunch of cartilage filled the room. Dean, Ellie and I flinched as blood began pouring down Ruby’s face, but she kept fighting, blindly swinging her fists but the demon had the upper hand. She grabbed Ruby, punching her twice over her face before kicking her backwards into the TV, electrical sparks flying upwards.

The demon gave Ruby enough time to roll off of the shattered TV before knocking her to the floor again. Ruby panted, blood coating her face. The demon grabbed her by her jacket, lifted her easily and tossed her across the room into a bookshelf. Ruby went sprawling backwards, the shelf breaking in half as Ruby just laid there, no fight left in her. The demon sauntered toward the fireplace where Elizabeth was backed up against. She grabbed a fire poker, smirking at Elizabeth before turning back to Ruby. "You're really telling me you threw in your chips with the Three Stooges here?"

Ruby struggled to sit up as the demon swung the fire poker, striking her across the face, sending her falling back down. "Come on. Get up." The demon demanded, but Ruby stayed down. There was movement behind the demon then. My eyes flicked to Elizabeth who quietly ran to the alter on the other side of the room, pouring out a bowl of sewing needles. "I said, get up!"

Fed up, the demon threw the poker to the side and kneeled over Ruby, pulling her up by her jacket. "We've been here before, haven't we?" The demon looked over at us. "She didn't tell you? Pretty mortifying, I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago.” Ruby’s head started going limp. I watched the color drain from her face but the demon held it up to look into her eyes. “Ruby here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human. Didn't want your friends to know that all those centuries back, you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess. But don't worry love, no secrets where you're heading remember?"

Ruby stared back at her as the demon threw her back onto the debris. The demon stood over her, reciting an exorcism. Ruby clenched her fists as the black smoke began to escape her mouth. Dean, Ellie and I trying desperately to peel ourselves off the walls but it was no use. The demon continued the incantation before she suddenly stopped, bringing her hand to her mouth as she violently began coughing.

I looked to the back of the living room where Elizabeth was sitting behind the alter, her eyes closed as she chanted something quietly that I couldn’t quite make out. We watched as the black smoke returned to Ruby’s body, but the demon continued coughing harder and harder, trying to catch her breath. Each cough made the grip she had on us looser until we each fell to the floor.

I groaned, turning to look back at the demon as she pulled her hand away from her mouth, her palm filled with dark blood and three long sewing needles. Her lips were stained crimson as she looked up, realizing what’d happened to her. She brought up her other hand, clasping it into a fist. Elizabeth’s chanting immediately stopped as she grasped her chest, gasping for air before limply falling forward onto the alter. Then, seemingly from out of nowhere, Dean came up from behind the demon, holding her firmly to his chest as he stabbed her over and over again in her side with Ruby’s knife. The demon’s face was contorted into pain as she flickered orange before dropping dead to the floor.

Ellie stood, rubbing the back of her head where she’d collided with the wall, inspecting the damage inside the house. Dean came around, helping me off the ground. We came to a stop in front of the demon who laid with her mouth wide open, her hand still curled into a tight fist. Ruby stood, wiping the blood from her nose. "Go. I'll clean up this mess."

"Come on,” Dean said, laying a hand on mine and Ellie’s shoulders, leading us to the door when I stopped, looking back over my shoulder to Ruby.

Her eyes clicked to black threateningly. "I said, go."

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Dean's POV

I was outside of the motel room, throwing our weapons into the arsenal in the trunk when the fluorescent lights outside began flickering wildly. I paused, a low humming filling the parking lot. I looked from my left to my right, trying to prepare myself for whatever the hell was about to show up. I reached around behind me for the Colt. I checked my surroundings again when I spotted Ruby a few feet away form me, her arms crossed.

I let out a small breath of relief as the lights stopped flickering. I let go of the gun. "So the devil may care after all, is that what I'm supposed to believe?"

"I don't believe in the devil.”

I raised my eyebrows as I shook my head, shutting and locking the arsenal. "Wacky night...So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to hell, you became uh-"

"Yeah,” she said simply as she turned and started walking away.

"How long ago?"

"Back when the plague was big."

I paused, really thinking about what she was telling me. "So all of 'em – every damn demon – they were all human once?"

Ruby turned back to me, "Every one I've ever met."

"Well, they sure don't act like it."

"Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is: forgetting what you are."

"Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't even imagine."

I shrugged, "No, I saw 'Hellraiser'. I get the gist."

Ruby ran her tongue over her teeth as she rolled her eyes. "Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather...The answer is yes, by the way."

"I'm sorry?"

"Yes, the same thing will happen to you. It might take centuries, but sooner or later Hell will burn away your humanity,” she said. I felt my stomach flip, watching her to try to see if she were serious or not. “Every Hell-bound soul, every one, turns into something else. Turns you into us. So yeah. Yeah, you can count on it."

I could tell she wasn’t bluffing. I swallowed roughly, realizing now just how bad this was going to get. "There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?"

"No,” she said simply and for once, I didn’t question her. “I was surprised you'd made it this far, saving Ellie and all. That was smart, what you did."

"Then why'd you tell Sam that you could save her?"

"So he would talk to me. You Winchesters can be pretty bigoted. I needed something to help him get past the–"

"The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past."

"Look at you. Trying to be all stoic,” she cooed before clicking her tongue. “My god, it's heartbreaking."

I set my jaw, watching her. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"I need your help."

I wasn’t expecting that. "Help with what?"

"With Sam and Ellie. The way you stuck that demon tonight – it was pretty tough. Ellie’s almost there, but Sam...not quite. You need to help me get them ready – for life without you. To fight this war on their own." She turned, walking away from me again.

"Ruby!” I called after her, making her stop. “Why do you want us to win?"

She turned. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them. I don't know why. I– I wish I was, but...I'm not. I remember what it's like."

"What what's like?"

"Being human." I held her eyes for only a second longer before dropping them and when I looked back up, she was gone.

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🤍 Nurse of the 501st — “Orphanage”

Pairing: Captain Rex x FemaleNurse!Reader (ft. the 501st) Word Count: 6.4k T/W: fluffy ☁️ A/N: I was so happy with this one tbh, so I hope you enjoy it too!

On a mercy mission with Rex, you find a crumbling orphanage and wind up stuck with the children underground while attempting to find a way back to the surface.

Preface / Injured / 79's / Orphanage / Suit Up / Taken (pt.1)

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

Rex offered his hand to you as you stepped off the supplies ship, it had a bit more of a drop compared to the usual assault transports. Shifting your medic bag to your hip, you placed your hand in Rex’s and took the big step, which was more like a jump for you; Rex stabilised you as your feet met the planet’s surface.

“Thanks,” you smile, Rex meeting you with a smirk and a nod, before heading to unload the cargo.

You and Rex had been assigned to deliver supplies cargo to an orphanage on a planet the Republic was occupying for ease of passage through the system. General Skywalker opted to send just the two of you in order to avoid appearing as if the Republic was establishing forces on the planet. Rex only agreed since there was no sign of Separatists in the system and it was a mercy mission. You on the other hand were excited that you and Rex would get a mission alone and that the General trusted you.

When you landed, you had set down away from the orphanage, as to not stir up attention around the area, but there was quickly a plethora of children swarming towards your ship, predominantly interested in the fancy transport as well as Rex in his shiny armour and signature clone helmet. They gathered around him and stared.

“Are you a clone?” A bright-eyed child craned their neck to look up at Rex’s helmet.

“Do you have a face? Or are you all actually droids?” Another questions him, crossing their little arms over their chest.

“I wanna be a soldier,” a little Ithorian said, his translator humming as he spoke.

“You can’t be one, stupid, they’re manufactured,” a Weequay nudged his friend.

“Alright, settle down now, younglings,” Rex began, “yes, I’m a clone, yes I have a face, no I’m not a droid,” Rex methodically took off his helmet and held it at his side, between his forearm and his torso, “see? And it’s not being a clone that makes a good soldier, it’s the spirit. Now, where’s the orphanage supervisor?”

The children were stunned and star-struck with Rex, you weren’t certain any of them were going to move, but soon after he asked a question, they all rushed to be the first one to answer, bouncing up and down, some waving their arms for him to follow them, one Duro girl even tugging at his uniform.

“He left before you got here when he- when he,” The Duro girl bounced, tugging at Rex to make sure she had his attention, “when he saw your ship enter the atmosphere he left but said he’d be back soon!!”

“Alright, alright,” Rex spread his hands out, “Angel?” He looked back to find you simply waiting, enjoying just observing him interact with the kids. For once he was the one feeling out of his league and you were feeling a bit more at home; a lot of kids came through the hospital wing and you were nurturing by nature, so they didn’t scare you; as for Rex his tone was practically a plea for you not to leave him alone with the knee-highs.

“Right behind you, Captain,” you lifted the hand you’d been using to cover your growing smile, signalling where you were for him.

All the kids instantly stopped, turning back to stare at you for the first time, until one finally asked, “wait- you’re a clone too?”

“Oh, no, I’m just the medic,” you admit with a kind smile, “but I am a part of the 501st Legion,” you said proudly, glancing over to Rex who was absolutely beaming with pride as you spoke those words. Once again, the children stared up in silence, glancing between you and Rex, back and forth, no doubt formulating their own ideas.

“Can I carry your helmet?” A young Torgruta asked breaking the silence, pointing with her whole arm extended towards where it rested in Rex’s possession.

“Ah. . .,” Rex hesitated, but at least he’d had some experience with her species, so he felt a little more at ease, “sure.”

Handing over the helmet the kids all ran towards the orphanage, some trying to take it from the Togruta, but when she hissed and showed her teeth, still some missing, they backed off. Rex shook his head with a furrowed brow, placed his hands on his hips and let out a deep exhale as if he’d just made it out of a near-death experience. Turning his head when he heard you giggle, he dropped his hands, before crossing them over his chest.

“Did I miss something?” He asks, knowing fully well you’re most likely laughing at him.

“No,” you press your lips together, looking over at him, disposition shifting from amused to a subtlety longing, “it’s nothing. . ., it’s just nice to see you get a taste of normalcy amidst the war. I’ve never seen you with kids before, and I think it’s sweet.”

Your gaze lingers on each other, but soon you’re drawn to a child waving you both down under the archway of the orphanage. Flashing Rex a genuine smile, eyes soft, you squeeze your shoulder up and tilt your head, “you think you’ll survive this one, Captain?”

Rex hesitates to answer, still caught in your previous comment, but he soon returns to his normal self, “not without you, and I still have a feeling this might be the hardest mercy mission yet.”

You laugh at his sarcasm, before taking steps in stride with Rex towards the orphanage. When you arrive, Rex has to duck to enter the small archway. It’s surprisingly small for a whole orphanage, but the children seem to be perfectly comfortable, each having their own part of the open room to themselves. There are drawings taped to the wall, each from a torn piece of paper that the kids had to share. All the toys looked generations older than them, and their stuffed animals had multiple patches. Glancing at Rex, you knit your eyebrows together; they needed this more than either of you imagined. Their spirits were so joyful, you would have never guessed.

“My-my name’s Luka,” a small Tholothian boy tugs at your uniform sleeve.

“Why hello, Luka,” you kneel down.

“You’re- you’re very pretty,” he stutters and you hear Rex chuckle behind you, “would you like to see my drawings?”

“Of course I would,” you answer with a smile, standing and letting him take your hand, pulling you towards his makeshift room, which is really a bed against a wall between two others just like it, but his space is filled with drawings, chalk, and crayons.

Rex makes himself busy with stacking the supply boxes from the ship to the centre of the orphanage. Every time he leaves the orphanage there’s a trail of little ones right on his heel, the Togruta with his helmet never far behind in the crowd of children asking him questions.

“Have you fought in lots of battles?” a child asks, skipping to keep up with Rex’s stride.

“Um, yes, I’ve fought in a good amount,” Rex admits, not wanting to get into too much detail of what he’s seen in them.

“Did you even kill somebody?” the Duro girl questions.

“Of course he has!” the Weequay answers for Rex, who’s busy shaking his head and picking up another box, carefully turning around, watching his step to avoid stepping on any toes with how close the kids were to him.

“Well, how would you know?” The Duro raised her voice.

“Because-” the Weequay began, raising his tone to match hers.

Although Rex could hear them, his attention was immediately drawn elsewhere; he set the cargo back on the transport.

“Wait, wait,” Rex bent down, placing his arms in front of the children; he paused, glancing around like a Nexu hunting, “let me see that, lil’ one.”

Rex carefully reached out for his helmet, staying hunkered down as he flipped his scope down with two fingers, surveying the horizon. It was too quiet, except for a very distinct distant buzzing; it sounded like a pack of hornets. Immediately, Rex collected the little ones behind him and started telling them to head back towards the orphanage, luckily they all obeyed and managed to keep a pretty good pace. Rex could have easily passed them when he turned to run himself, but he kept his pace slower in order to cover their six from the oncoming danger.

Meanwhile, you and Luka were busy admiring his artworks; Luka proudly set them all in your lap as he stood on his bed and unpinned them from the wall. Soon all you could hear was Rex in the distance yelling something inaudible from so far away. Luka perked up at the sound, causing you to speak a response, in order to put him at ease.

“Now what do you imagine Captain Rex has gotten himself into this-“

Your gentle tone was paused when you saw the look of terrified children running your way, followed by Rex with one blaster in hand, coming towards the orphanage at full speed. You furrowed your brows and tried to listen harder for the order coming from your captain.

“Cover- take cover- bombs!” Rex yelled and you managed to hear from across the large room. Turning to Luka, you shielded him, grabbing him as gently as you could in such as rush. taking him completely in your arms and hunkering down.

You looked up to see where the rest of the children were, but they hadn’t even made it into the orphanage yet. Rex was yelling out your location into his comlink. Your heart raced so fast, you were certain Luka could feel it with how tightly you were holding him. A near panic came over you when you felt the first bomb hit, thankfully a miss. But no matter, it was enough force to shake the planet’s surface and start to disrupt the stability.

Staring to where Rex was, he was now headed into the orphanage, children gathered in one place, and he was on his way to you, arm extended to the full length, Rex spread his fingers, reaching for your extended arm, but you had to pull it back to shield Luka as you felt the ground beneath you give way, the planet had split right between the two of you, and the last things you heard was Rex calling your name as you closed your eyes, cradled Luka, and then— it all went black–

Opening your eyes in quick blinks, there was complete darkness surrounding you. Your lungs stung and your whole body ached, but instinctively you were feeling what was last in your arms. Exhaling no matter how much it hurt, you were beyond thankful Luka was still near you. You felt his hands curled into fists at the collar of your uniform, he had clung to you for dear life. Hearing his little cough was one of the best sounds at the moment, and you rested your head back down on the rock underneath you. The planet’s surface broke and you assumed you were underneath the orphanage, but your mind wondered what happened to the other kids, to Rex.

“Angel!” Rex’s voice called, it sounded muffled and distant.

“Rex?” You groaned, not wanting to move, but knowing you needed to. It wasn’t as easy as you thought it was going to be. There were rocks toppled onto you. Once you shovelled enough off of you to stand hunched over, then you gently pulled Luka out of the rubble. Reaching into your medic bag still strapped to your side, you clicked on a flashlight. Surveying your surroundings you weren’t met with much diversity. Just rock, rock, and a little more rock.

“Rex?” You yelled tapping again on a random rock that seemed to be acting as a barrier. A few moments passed, and doubt crept into your mind, before hearing his voice call your name again, “yeah,” you sighed, before swallowing, trying to remain calm, “I’m okay- I’m with Luka.”

“My arm really hurts,” you heard Luka begin to sniffle behind you.

Directing your attention to him, you knelt to get down on his level, examining the injury, “we’ve got a broken arm, definitely broken,” you admitted, “so I’ll need you to stay very still while I place it and give you something for the pain, Luka, can you do that?”

Your voice was gentle and encouraging, never doubting. Luka nods bravely, despite his scared eyes telling you a whole different story, “this is really scary,” he suddenly speaks, eyes brimming with tears.

“I know, but we’re gonna be okay, I promise” you place a soft hand on his shoulder, “c’mon, we’re going to find Captain Rex.”

Luka nods, wiping away his few tears with the back of his curled up hands as you pick him up, carrying him on your hip. You look around with the flashlight guiding and notice there’s a distinct path parallelling the wall that Rex was calling at you from behind. You announced that you were following the path, and waited to see if Rex would respond, but you didn’t want to linger too long.

Thankfully he answered, “Okay, I’ll find you,” he responded, “stay safe.”

Relaxing from his proximity to the wall, he closed his eyes, sending a prayer up to the stars that you’d be okay after all.

“Mr. Rex?” A small voice called out, “what should we do now?”

Turning around, he surveyed the rest of the kids, they were terrified. They didn’t deserve this.

“Okay…well, if we stay in one place, we might…,” Rex looked down at all the little faces staring back up at him, and opted to choose his words more carefully, “we might find the air getting a little more stuffy.”

“They’re stealing our air?” one little girl gasped, horrified, “why would they steal our air?”

“Stop taking so much of it then,” the Weequay corrected, genuinely upset.

Rex held out his hands to ward off any infighting, but as he stepped between the two, the little Duro, with bright ruby eyes met him. For a moment Rex just stared down, luckily the child could only see the helmet, not the eye roll Rex gave behind it as he anticipated more talking and less silence, despite his oxygen comment.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Rex, sir,” the little one chimed in cheerfully, “I can hold my breath for three whole minutes.”

Sighing, Rex watched the Duro take a deep breath and close their eyes tightly as if somehow that would help their lungs; they lasted all of about thirty seconds, at best. But when they glanced up, Rex couldn’t help but feel he should be encouraging, especially in a time like this. These kids had no idea what their futures would be, half of them didn’t even know where they came from, and now it was up to him to make sure they had a future, no matter what.

“That’s…great, kid, really great,” Rex’s tone was almost believable, but there was mild sarcasm, “keep it up.”

The Duro smiled and kept repeatedly holding her breath for a few seconds and letting it go, taking a deep breath, and repeating the process.

“Alright, cadets,” Rex said by a habit, “I need everyone to follow me, single file and no fighting; we’re going to reconnect with Luka and Agnel and-”

“Do you love her?” the Togruta blinked widely.

“Yeah, do you?” the Ithorian boy seconded excitedly.

Rex tensed, there was a light feeling in his stomach, as if someone had turned off the gravity inside.

“Ah, well, she’s-” Rex started, squeezing his gloved hand closed while he tried to think of an answer quick, he didn’t trust kids, he knew that they repeated everything no matter who it was in front of, so he gave the truth in a different way, “I love that she’s my medic.” He even winced under his helmet at the pathetic attempt, when the kids all stared at him, not entirely satisfied with his answer, Rex just cleared his throat and changed the topic, “now let’s move out.”

Luckily there was a path on their side as well and it seemed to parallel yours. It wasn’t terribly long, but to Rex, it felt like forever, between his worry over you and the children’s constant chatter and voice fluctuations. As for you and Luka, the pain had subsided after the medicine you gave him and it was relatively quiet. Until the kid’s voices became clearer and clearer.

“Aura?” Luka spoke quietly, a smile growing on his face, “that’s Aura, she’s my best friend!” He bounced in your arms, pointing toward the wall.

You smiled back and went up to the wall, “Rex?” You tapped hard, “Rex? Can you hear us?”

“We hear you!” A choir of little voices chimed.

“I think the rubble is thinner here,” you called out, but were met with silence.

“Stand back, at least a few feet,” Rex instructed.

You did as he said, taking extra pacing just in case. You set Luka down and covered him; your back facing towards the sudden, but small blast that caused the wall to scatter into smaller rubble. Looking over your shoulder, you blinked rapidly at the smoke and Luka coughed. Standing, you went towards the explosion cautiously, trying to see if it had worked.

A familiar figure stepped through the division.

“Rex,” you exhaled his name, the relief of actually seeing him alive and okay washed over you; closing your eyes as he brought you into the tightest hug he’d given you yet. You reached your arms around his neck, slipping your hand just high enough to actually touch his skin where the helmet made a gap as he dipped down.

“We’re all okay,” Rex answered your silent question.

“Okay, good, okay,” you stayed in his arms, all the worry hitting you at once, what if you’d lost him, what if Luka hadn’t made it, what if you never found him?

“How’s the lil’ one?” Rex asked quietly, hoping to keep it between you and him.

“He’s doing good, but I can’t heal it completely down here,” you admit, pulling away from him, keeping your hands against his biceps, “who could have done this?”

“I have my ideas,” Rex says confidently, “but I think we should probably hold off that conversation.”

“Do you love Mr. Rex?” a familiar voice piped up, making Rex sigh; you looked around him to see inquiring eyes.

You met Rex’s eyes, or at least you looked to the slit in his helmet, before getting distracted, “wait-what is she doing?”

“She’s holding her breath, I told her to keep it up,” Rex shrugged, not entirely sure why he’d kept encouraging it other than to get some silence from one of them.

“You keep encouraging that, and I think we might see a Duro turn a whole new shade of blue,” you perked an eyebrow, silently commenting on his encouragement tactics, before turning serious, “do you think the tunnels go somewhere safe? Is it worth the risk?”

“I can’t be certain of anything right now, I tried to get our location back up to the General, but I think it’s worth a shot to try and get out on our own,” Rex said, “I’ve still got blasters and you’ve got the first aid kit, I think it’s our best chance…with cooperation,” Rex groaned, hearing another match startup behind him.

Shaking your head, it amazed you how Rex could command legions amidst battle, but a handful of kids completely took him down. You agreed and picked Luka back up, carrying him as the medicine made him feel weak. Rex lead the group and you brought up the back, making sure everyone was accounted for at each turn and tunnel change. You weren’t sure how long you walked, but you tried to keep everyone’s spirits up when they questioned anything. The last thing you wanted was for the kids to begin worrying.

“Mr. Rex, sir,” the little Rodian girl, named Aura, called out, waiting until Rex turned to face her to continue, “sir, I’m so tired, sir.”

Rex sighed, shoulders falling, but quickly reminded himself they were not troopers, they were children. He looked around as if to find any sign of the time, but it was pitch black save the handheld flashlight you had and his helmet’s light. You, in the meantime, made your way to the front, Luka still settled on your hip. Rex automatically raised a hand, offering it to you, and leaving it as something to hold onto just in case the ground was rocky or the planet had another aftershock wave.

“Sleeping on the job,” Rex commented in a soft tone, clicking off his helmet light, seeing the child you were holding fast asleep, his little head resting on your shoulder, and arms clasped, now more loosely than before, around your neck, “and I’m not even sure if we should be sleeping.”

“I know it’s hard to tell what time it is,” you agreed, “but I’d guess it’s night, or about to be,” Rex gave a familiar head tilt that told you to go on, “well, these kids have been raised here, which means their internal clocks are probably our best sign of the time at the moment. When they’re tired, hungry, everything.”

Looking back to the group, Rex saw a few rubbing their eyes, while others gave yawns, some even leaning against the walls.

“You’re right,” Rex nodded, “I’ll scout a little further, you head back to the cove we passed, it’s probably the safest bet; start finding places soft enough to sleep, with what we’ve got that is.”

Rex’s tone sank into a pessimistic tone at the end of his sentence as he looked around once more; you placed your free hand on his chest plate, bringing his attention back to you “we’ve got each other, that’ll be enough.”

You smiled your best, and Rex nodded again, before gently tapping the small of your back and clicking his helmet light back on while he scouted.

“Okay everybody,” you announced, “we’re headed back to the cove to get some sleep!”

A very tired “yay” could be heard by Rex as he made his way further ahead. When he came back to the cove himself, he found all the kids asleep, sprawled out on the ground. Rex looked over to your body, which you had taken to making as small as you could in a corner. He knew you were trying to put the kids first, giving them as much comfortable space as possible in the close quarters, but this was different. After all the kids had fallen asleep you had gone silent, near radio silent. Rex practically tiptoed around the sleeping little ones, which wasn’t an easy task since he could hardly stand upright in the small space. Meanwhile, huddled into a little ball your knees were tucked into your chest, arms wrapped around them, chin resting against your forearm.

Rex turned his blaster to stun before holstering it and joining you on the floor, “how you holding up?”

You took a deep breath, shakily; you wanted to answer, but no words came. A little disappointed in yourself, you turned to Rex with tear lined eyes, hoping he’d understand simply by that.

“I know,” Rex’s tone immediately shifted from a commander asking his soldier how they were to someone who cared deeply.

He scootched a little closer, and naturally, you leaned into him, letting go of your knees you brought your hands up to hug yourself, resting your head against his shoulder. It was a comfort having Rex so close, you finally felt safe. It was hard to keep a front up, given that this was your first experience like this since leaving Coruscant and if you were honest you were pretty scared. But at the same time, you didn’t want to scare the kids— the emotions were pulling you two ways, and being near Rex seemed to calm the mental tug-of-war for now. It no longer made you nervous or timid to be close to Rex, after your long night at 79’s talking through your emotions a bit more, you felt at home when you were with him.

Taking a deep breath in, you spoke in a low voice just in case the kids could hear despite being asleep, “we’re gonna be okay,” you tilted your head back to look up at Rex, eyebrows knit together, “right?”

Seeing two stray tears chase each other down your cheek simultaneously, Rex met your eyes. He didn’t want to lie to you, but he wasn’t entirely certain of anything either.

Using the back of his hand to wipe away your tears, he began, “we’ll get through this together; I promise..”

You nod slowly, taking a deep breath and exhaling again, in an attempt to calm yourself, “who do you think did this?”

Rex took a deep inhale, thinking over his hypothesis, “well, I wouldn’t put it past Dooku to bomb an orphanage.”

“But why?” you asked absolutely appalled and filled with emotion, another tear running down your skin, “they’re just kids.”

“My best guess is the Separatists heard that the 501st was coming, Dooku assumed General Skywalker would be on the grounds along with three battalions at least, so he paid off the orphanage director to give up the location and time of our arrival, that’s why he left the orphanage when he was our ships enter the atmosphere,” Rex concluded, looking over to you, who hadn’t stopped staring while listening, Rex managed a smirk, “unfortunately for him, he only got us, and he missed at that.”

You shook your head, “they’ve been through so much,” you look to the kids, “they lost a place they thought could be home, they were betrayed by someone they looked up to, it’s just not fair.”

“No,” Rex began, not looking to the kids, but still at you, “it’s not fair. But it’s my job to make sure every single person gets out, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

“Let me help, just tell me how- tell me what to do,” you glance back to your Captain.

“For now, I want you to rest, as much as you can,” he tells you in a soft tone, “I need you sharp and healthy, more than you know, Ang’.” Rex runs a finger along your jawline, before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you close your eyes, exhaling.

That was the last thing you remember, before turning onto your side and falling asleep. You woke up to the gentle shoving of Aura at your shoulder. Waking up swiftly, slightly startled, thinking the worst had happened, you looked over your shoulder to find Rex at your back and the rest of the kids all starting to stir. It must be morning, you thought to yourself going off their clocks.

“Aura,” you took her hand in yours, “what is it?”

“Luka’s not feeling well,” she sounded in a near panic. “Okay,” you nodded picking up your medic bag and following her to where you had settled Luka the night before. She was right, he looked much worse. He had a running fever and was still tired, his arm turning to terrible bruising. You began digging for more medicine when Rex appeared at your side.

“We’re not looking too good, we really need to get to the surface,” you spoke without looking up from Luka, “he needs higher doses; doses that I don’t have on me.”

“Alright, everybody up?” Rex turned and called; for the most part, he was met with enthusiastic spirits again, except for Luka and Aura, and a few who didn’t want to keep walking. Their little feet were tired and the constant darkness of being underground scared them, but they tried their best.

It didn’t take long for everyone to get on their feet and moving again. Once more you held the back of the line, now with Aura holding tightly onto your medic bag that rested at your hip while you carried Luka carefully. Rex led the group.

“Are you married?” the Togruta asked him cheerfully.

“No,” Rex responded shortly, looking right and left at a split in the tunnels, deciding which path looked safer.

“Do you want to be?” she pushed innocently.

“Maybe, someday,” Rex took the middle ground again.

“Would you marry Angel?” she continued.

Rex sighed deeply, hating how blunt children could be.

“I’d marry her, she’s nice,” the Ithorian twiddled his fingers.

“I’d marry you,” the Togruta said to Rex a little louder than expected, causing it to echo through the tunnel.

“Thanks,” Rex shook his head, not sure what to say to that information, “any other questions?” He asked more sarcastically and rhetorically.

“I have a question,” the Weequay raised his hand, “are we actually going somewhere? I think we’re lost.”

You instantly felt sad, knowing that Rex was doing everything he could, you also knew that neither of you really knew where to go; you’d never been to the planet before and you didn’t exactly plan on getting stuck under the surface of it. Otherwise, you absolutely would have asked Echo for all the maps he could find for research.

“I don’t think we’ll ever see sunlight again,” the Duro girl panicked.

“Can’t we just force our way out?” the Weequay punched the air repeatedly with a determined look.

“That’d cave us in, dummy,” the Duro corrected, putting her little hands on her hip.

“Force- wait…wait,” Rex pauses, halting all the kids, and you follow suit, looking to the front of the line. Rex makes his way back to you, “I need to talk to you, I have an idea.”

“Okay?” you furrow your eyebrows, wondering what kind of plan he had in mind since it was obvious he wanted to talk to you alone.

Setting Luka onto the floor gently, Aura right by his side, Rex instructed them to stay put as he took your hand suddenly, leading you only a few paces away. He removed his helmet, letting you know it was serious.

“I have a plan, but it all depends on you,” he started and you grew wary, but you let him continue, “you are- you’re force sensitive-”

“Rex-” you dropped your arms, looking away.

“Hear me out, hear me out,” he gently placed his hand on your side, keeping you in front of him; taking a deep breath you looked back to him, “I think that you could use the force to get us out of here.”

“Rex…that was a long time ago,” you hugged yourself, looking to the ground away from him for a moment, before continuing, new anxiety to your tone, “and I failed. I failed those kinds of tests that require moving things. I couldn’t do it for the council-”

“I know, I know,” Rex says softly, sliding his hands down your arms, comfortingly, seeing that you were beginning to feel the past pressing down on you, “but…that was for the Jedi council, doesn’t the force thrive in all things?” he gives you a look of encouragement, like a captain assuring his soldier that they can make it, but so much more intimate, “your force didn’t intend you to be a general, or a Jedi, your force is for healing, helping, and saving lives, this is your calling, if this works it could save all their lives. And I know you can do this.”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed your lips. “There is…one thing I remember,” you meet his eyes, “ I’m not familiar with his force, but maybe, maybe, I could reach the General.”

“A maybe from you is more than enough for me,” Rex said, nodding until you joined him and gave a soft ‘okay.’

You returned to the children, checking on Luka first; you felt his pain heightening through the force. Stroking his forehead, you took a deep breath and moved to the front of the line, Rex right behind you.

“What do you need me to do?” Rex asked.

“Just…,” you rubbed your arms as you hugged yourself again, feeling just as nervous as you had been before the Jedi Council, “keep the kids back, I don’t know if this will work or what will happen so…”

“I’m right behind you in you need me,” Rex assured you, taking steps back, “kids, gather up behind me.”

Looking around you found a wall of rock straight ahead, placing a hand on it you closed your eyes and began what you remembered.

“I am one with the force,...and the force is with me,” you whispered, softly repeating the phrase, until your voice faded and you were only mouthing the words, speaking them through your thoughts–

“You’re certain this was the final location Rex gave you, General?” Admiral Yularen questioned through the comlink.

“I’m positive,” Anakin knelt down to touch the surface of the ruined orphanage.

“How did this happen?” Fives exclaimed.

“Separatists,” Anakin answered.

“There’s little chance anyone could have survived this,” Kix admitted, voice sounding broken; he believed he’d lost his captain and his best friend in the same day, “I suggest…we start looking through the rubble since they’re probably–.”

Anakin stood to his full height, waving a handout, indicating a request for silence, “Fives, Kix, Echo, follow me,” he suddenly spoke, taking off into a sprint.

The troops gave a confused look to each other as they were sprinting away from the orphanage site and into the bleak dusty desert. Still, they trusted their General and followed. Finally, Anakin stopped.

“I don’t- this, it’s-,” he stuttered, looking around, lightsaber still swinging at his side, he looked just as confused as his men.

“Sir?” Echo questioned.

“It’s- I can’t explain it, but stand back, all of you,” he then spoke to himself, “here’s hoping this works…”

“What is she doing?” Aura asked Rex, “is she okay?”

“Shh, we must be very quiet,” Rex gently whispered, noticing how hard you were concentrating. It almost appeared painful, your hand began shaking, and so did the pebbles around you; taking a few steps forward, he called your name questioningly, but there was no reply. When he tried again it seemed to jolt you out of a trance.

“I am one with the….with me,” you whispered, eyes rolling backwards, as you stumbled back from the wall, “force with me.”

Rex rushed forward by instinct, catching you as you fell back into his arms. A collective cry from the children came about, but Rex most distinctly heard Luka call your name through his tears. The kids gathered around Rex, who held you across his arms. Looking to the ceiling, Rex spotted a cave in.

“Back- back-” was all he could manage, moving back to where he had previously been waiting while you tried to centre yourself with the force. His body covered yours for protection and the kids were ducked down into little curled figures while the roof came down. When Rex opened his eyes all he could see was dust. “Captain!” Anakin Skywalker’s voice finally broke through, before he turned to a member of the 501st, “Kix, get my Captain out of there!”

Kix dropped and propelled line down and immediately made his way down with an even bigger medic bag in hand. Taking strides to get to Rex as quickly as he could, Kix brought out a harness clip, indicating that he was going to take Rex up with him.

“No, no,” Rex groaned, still holding you in his arms, “her first, that’s an order, Kix.”

“Yes, sir,” Kix didn’t hesitate to listen, happy to see you even though you weren’t looking your best.

Rex gently supports your head as you’re exchanged into Kix’s arms. Rex’s touch lingers as Kix begins to attach the harness for support. Despite being unconscious, Rex swore he saw your fingers pry apart in an attempt to reach out for him.

—

“The kids!” You jolt awake, heart racing. Your wide eyes quickly closing at the bright light of the room you found yourself in. Two days underground really did a number on your eye adjustment. Putting your hands over your eyes, you breathe heavily, a little startled at the sensation, you wondered if there was something wrong with you.

“Easy, you can rest now,” General Skywalker placed a hand compassionately on your shoulder as he comes into focus, your eyes adjust to the bright light.

Swallowing, you glance down at your hands, before snapping back to attention, “Rex- the kids-”

Anakin smiles to himself, “they’re all safe; the kids are at a temporary orphanage right here on Coruscant, in fact Luka can’t wait for you to visit; as for Rex…” Anakin’s gaze went beyond you and you followed, turning to find Rex standing at attention beside your bed, still in armour and all, “he hasn’t left your side.”

A quiet pause falls across the room, before Anakin cleared his throat, “Rex, I’ll see you as soon as you feel fit again,” Anakin nodded, turning to you again, “good work soldier.”

“Thank you,” you smile widely, having never heard those words before now.

Watching Anakin leave, you bit your bottom lip, slowly turning your head to look up at Rex.

“Well, you were right, we made it,” you tried to laugh a little, as he sat at the edge of the hospital bed.

“No, you were right,” Rex sets his helmet aside, before facing you completely. You tilt your head with a questioning look, it was his idea for you to use the force to connect with Anakin. Rex looks down at your slightly bruised hands, taking them both in his gently, “we had each other, and that was enough.”

You feel a familiar blush creep up your neck, turns out you weren't totally past getting flustered around him, “yeah, but you’re the one who hasn’t left my side.”

Rex chuckled, seeing your smile and eye brighten a little, but made sure you knew he was heartfeltly serious when he said, “and I don’t plan to.”

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