#home for my new villager Nate!

[nordsea-horizons]

#home for my new villager Nate! #did a green and yellow version of the house i made for punchy since i let him go..😣 #but i love this interior for a lazy it really fits the image i have of that personality💛 #however.. #i am strongly ignoring that whole i love bugs part of their personality not gonna lie #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons #acnh inspo #acnh interior #acnh interior design #acnh inspiration #acnh villager interior #acnh home #acnh villager home

[tctteredwings]

if you’re hearing VOGUE by MADONNA playing, you have to know NATHAN YOUNG (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the FORTY-ONE year old PHOTOGRAPHER has been in denver for, like, NINE YEARS. they’re known to be quite COCKY, but being FREETHINKING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble RYAN GOSLING. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those DESK FULL OF EMPTY COFFEE CUPS, A CONSTANTLY BUZZING CELLPHONE, A PLAYFUL SMILE AND A WINK vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!

tw: adultery

ABOUT.

Name: Nathan Young Nicknames: Nate Age: Forty-one Date of Birth: 5th November 1981 Birthplace: Manhattan, New York, USA Current Location: Denver, Colorado, USA Occupation: Photographer Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual

Nathan was born in Greenwich Village to Enid and Marc . They were big in the community, always doing charity work and volunteering. His father even ran for major at one point. He was expected to get involved, too, but he really wasn’t interested.

All he wanted was to take photos, so at 16 he got a part time job at Starbucks and bought all the equipment his parents refused to. The rest was history as they say.

Eventually drifted away from his parents, the relationship with his younger sisters also suffering as a result.

In his senior year he came out as bisexual and dated a guy from the hockey team for a little over six months, up until college pulled them apart anyway.

The New York Film Academy was his chosen college. He briefly dabbled in movies, but in the end decided to stick with photography, landing an internship at a major fashion magazine shadowing one of the photographers as soon as he graduated.

He worked his way up the ladder, starting with fetching coffee, basically doing everybody else's shit. It took a couple of years, but in the end he got where he wanted, finding himself being headhunted for Vogue, GQ and Vanity Fair.

At 24 he met his soon to be wife on a shoot, she was pretty new, majorly awkward and he fell for her in a big way.

It was proper whirlwind romance, in the space of a year and a half they were married and had a child. Within a couple more years their family of three became four... and then there was the dogs, too. Three of them in total. Fluffy Pomeranian's his wife was obsessed with. They set up home in the Upper East Side and could haven’t have been happier.

Up until Nathan cheated on her anyway.

Flirty in nature he was always chatting people up, just a way to get people to ‘fall in love with him’ for the benefit of the camera, but six years after he first got married, things went a little too far.

He confessed straight away and within a year they were divorced, his wife granted full custody of the children.

Deciding on a fresh start, he up and moved to Denver, setting up his own studio in the city a year later.

His daughters are Lyndsey ( 16 ) and Jessica ( 14 ), who he sees during the holidays for the most part now, the pair coming to stay in Denver with him ever since.

He’s still a flirt, something that will never change, but he’s failing pretty dramatically at getting back on the dating scene. His job is his life now, though, and a lot of his time is dedicated to that and spending time in his studio.

TIMELINE.

1984: Manhattan, New York 2005: Manhattan/Los Angeles 2014: Denver, CO

HEADCANONS.

Despite his protests in the debate over whether to get a dog or not with his ex-wife, he’s found he’s actually quite fond of them now. After spending six years having miniature breeds yapping at his heels, he chose to adopt a Doberman within a couple of months of moving to Denver.

Nathan is a keen reader and considers himself a bookworm. It’s a little known fact about him, but he adores the classics, and his favourite book is War and Peace. One day he hopes to write something himself, although knows it will probably only end up being a photography book or a pictorial of his years taking photos.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- two younger sisters; their relationship was strained when they were younger, but I imagine it’s something that’s improved over the years. - ex-wife;  they were together around 7 & a half years. a proper whirlwind romance that ended in disaster. - ‘the fling’; the person he cheated on his wife with. it would have been in la in 2013 with someone who works/worked in the arts industry. ( I’ve always head-canoned that they were male, but it’s not set in stone. ) - exes pre-2008; anyone he dated in nyc (possibly la for v.short term things too) before meeting his wife at 24. - failed dates since arriving in denver; he’s been on numerous & they’ve mostly been a disaster. - one night stands; before & after the wife. - people he’s photographed; either for a magazine in the past or since setting up his studio in the city. - jogging buddies; he jogs every day, so I imagine there’s a couple of people he chooses to go with. - good friends; those he’s close to and spends most of his time with. - confidant/closest friend; someone he can talk to about anything and always come to when there’s a problem. - fellow book nerds; he’s big on reading, so just people he can enthuse about literature with. - bar buddies; those he frequents the bars with.

#chq;intro #✧ nathan ( about )

[blizzardz]

Contributing to my minecraft world lore by writing entries into a book. Today on Nate's Great Minecraft Adventure:

Go to a new island. Witness the the death of a bee. Leave a memorial at his death site and begin the search for his colony to also leave a memorial there. Take shelter from rain at a village and help them fix their flooding problem. Gain a new dog companion. Fail to find the colony. Return home.

#went through a whole arc in minecraft today and still didn't accomplish my goal #we have fun here....

[strideofpride]

i know in this part of the fandom we talk a lot about how serena (and to a slightly lesser extent nate) needed to get the hell out of new york and the upper east side to actually thrive and self-actualize, and i do agree, but that train of thought always makes me wonder - do you think any of the show’s major characters (sans chuck but fuck him) were actually being served by staying in new york, or would they all have been better off packing up and starting over somewhere new? and, to that end, where would you see each character ending up if they had left the ues as adults?

Yes! Serena is really the only character who no matter what I think would be unhappy staying in New York full time.

I love the idea of California!Nate but also I think simply getting away from the UES would be fine for him (this is true of most characters). Like a Nate who lives in Lower Manhattan or Brooklyn or something would be a very happy Nate imo. (NYU!Nate my beloved)

Same goes with Eric! In her latest fic, Liz has Eric living in the East Village which just makes soooo much sense to me.

Rufus and Lily living on the UES just makes me angry. Like they probably kept them there for production reasons so as not to build another set, but character wise they should’ve moved anywhere else when they got engaged. Personally, I like the idea of them finding a neighborhood that suits both of them a la the Upper West Side or something.

Both Dan and Vanessa I think are most served by staying in New York. Like I think they’ll both go and live other places for a little bit, follow the work, but given what they want to do and also just who they are as people, I think New York/Brooklyn will forever be home to them. And I really do think they belong there.

I know Dairis and all but…I really like the idea of Blair staying and making a life on her own terms in New York. I think her powerful woman goal makes the most sense in New York. I think it’s a big part of who she is as a person just like Dan and Vanessa. Sometimes I struggle to see her ever leaving the UES unless it’s a compromise with Dan (I love Liz’s idea of them in Gramercy Park) or it’s post her marriage to Chuck, in which case I’d think she’d run sprinting from the UES.

Jenny is maybe the hardest one for me. Cause I do ultimately think a career in fashion would be best served in New York. But I also think it would take a lot for her to ever willingly come back from London. But I do like the idea of Jenny returning to NY and moving somewhere trendy. Hell, I could actually really see a modern Jenny killing it in Astoria.

#gossip girl #gg locations #gg headcanons #serena van der woodsen #nate archibald #eric van der woodsen #rufus humphrey #lily van der woodsen #dan humphrey #vanessa abrams #blair waldorf #jenny humphrey #anonymous #strideofprideanswers

[lost-harts]

Today I am moving home with my family. This bedroom, this house, this village is all I’ve ever really known. I’ve lived here since I came from the hospital as a baby and now I’m 24 ¾ and I’m going to live somewhere else. I’m apprehensive of this move for many reasons. I’m autistic and dissociative so it won’t be easy for me in that sense, but also the new house is on the outskirts of a city and I’ve only ever known rural life.

This is more a post for me, but I thought you’d also like to know and if you have any advice on how a country mouse can adapt to the city, please let me know

- Nate (written by Saiph on Nate’s behalf)

#life update #moving home #cottagecore #forestcore #rangercore

[gophergal]

The Stupid Miniscule Issue I Have With Fallout 4

Welcome to a PROPER Gopher Ramble. Been a while since we had one. Strap in, folks

I've honestly seen so many people talk about their own grievances with fo4, whether they love the game or hate it. Is it old hat? Yes, yes it is. However, I dont really care. I really don't get into a fandom until the source material is super fucking old anyway. Anyway, I've seen some people complain about the settlement system (which is admittedly poorly integrated, but I'm a sucker for resource management and village building games) and the lackluster way companions are handled, but those aren't actually a big problem to me. What is then? The goddamn canon player backstory.

Honestly, the entire inciting incident is uninteresting to me, I really don't care for fo4's "Find your son" plot. However, the more manageable problem comes from the Sole Survivor's background and how it changes based on which gender you choose.

Not to sound like a whiny bitch, but why is Nora/Female Sole Survivor a lawyer? What does that bring to the game? It doesnt give you any special abilities, so why bring it up? Why isnt she a veteran like Nate/Male Sole Survivor?

You can't just say "There are no female soldiers in pre-war Fallout!" or because yes, they actually did. And we have that canon to fallout 4 though environmental storytelling and terminal entries.

Gladys, one of the residents of the retirement home run by Mr. Handys(apparently it's called Sandy Coves Convalescent Home) was a combat veteran. Her room has TONS of military paraphernalia including grenades, for some reason. She was an OLD gal, which means that, before the war, female soldiers weren't a new thing!

But why does it matter? Why am I so up in arms about this itsy bitsy detail? BECAUSE BETHESDA MADE THE GAME WITH A MILITARY BACKGROUND IN MIND

For context, let me explain how power armor worked in fallout 1 through fallout new vegas.

Before fallout 4, power armor was something you had to be trained to wear. Not just to fight in, to actually wear. This primarily came from becoming a member of the Brotherhood Of Steel and getting your training there, but pre-war would have come through army training.

Which explains why Nate can use the power armor found on the roof of the museum of freedom. Sure, the raiders can also use it, but I can excuse that as something they learn from each other (I'm ignoring the settlers using it. DEAR GOD I'M IGNORING THEM USING POWER ARMOR AS A BETHESDA-ISM). Either way, a Sole Survivor not trained to use power armor really shouldnt be able to. Yet either gender can.

Nate makes sense. He was a combat veteran who was trained to use it pre-war. Nora was lawyer, and probably shouldn't be able to use a gun larger than the 10mm if we're being honest.

So why didn't they make her a veteran too? It would have helped to cover their bullshit plothole when it comes to power armor use!

And don't get me wrong, I really like how power armor works in fallout 4. Having it use a non-renewable power source makes it precious. Being able to customize it RULES. But being able to use it Fresh Out Of Vault makes it feel less special, like a sort of toy. ESPECIALLY when your character shouldnt logically be able to pilot it.

Of course, there may be the argument that it changes the story too much from the original because it would change Nate and Nora's relationship. Not really. Legit all that would need to be changed is the opening flavor text where they talk about their accomplishments. It could have been a "met in the army" thing. It could have been a "met before, enlisted separately" thing. Either way, it still works. Besides, the gender or your Sole Survivor makes no other differences in this game anyway (aside from the Black Widow/Lady Killer perk. I miss my gay counterparts to this though U_U) so the choice of making Nora a lawyer baffles me.

Like, I know that having a female player character option is a fucking afterthought in most games, but this honestly feels a little stupid lmao

#gopher rambles #fallout 4 #fo4 #sole survivor #I don't know what else to tag this #analysis #(?) #sure why not #I was possessed to type this #had to get it out there my dudes #anyway I havent played fo4 in several months and dont plan to anytime soon

[yodda123]

Ship Stories/Fanfictions Recommendation: Kakashi Hatake/Anko Mitarashi (KakaAnko)

(update)

So I kind of like Kakanko

Since Naruto in a way became Kakashi's "light/hope" in life you could say. I could see Anko with him since she has similar personality to young Uzumaki. Almost being female!Naruto really xP (not Boruto version tho). 

And since both of them experienced being betrayed and left alone by people they looked up to (White Fang, Orochi), they could understand each other better then anyone else in village.

I always also found that there is a lot of potential for intriguing chemistry between those two. Calm and wild but both witty and trollish enough and a lot of unexplored story. And it’s good reflected in fics that I will recommend here. Now mind you, it’s not just ships fics. If you just enjoy their characters alone, you will also find something here.

Update/edit number God knows which one:I added few more

Dissimulation by Deviant Nation  and Dissimulation (Ending) by Jaded_nobody

| Drama/Adventure | Summary: Because little girls who are traitors with secrets untold and memories that can't be recalled are better off dead. This is for the sake of Konohagakure, this mission is a good thing. Or so the Council says. Anko was never meant to come home alive. |

This is not really KakaAnko ship fic. It’s Anko-centric story. Plot is dark so watch out but interesting and quite realistic. It dwells on what happend to Anko after Orochimaru’s betrayal. If you like just Anko alone as character you might still like it.

Now original story ends in the worst imaginable place! But good news! Other writer (Jaded_nobody) picked up story and is now writing ending for it. Please send support for this person if you enjoy it. Comments and positive reinforcement is one of the best motivations for writer to keep writing the story!

eyesight to the blind by meatballs in the impala

| Drama/Romance | Summary: After Naruto's departure, everything in Konoha changes, yet it somehow stays the same. Kakashi-centric. Kakashi/Anko. |

Now THIS is a gem of Kakanko ship. This fic lay fondation for my interpretation of Kakashi and Anko relationship. Writer really has great take on them. Their interactions are reallty entraining and they nicely bounce off each other while slowly developing believable bond. This fic was the reason why I started to like this ship, with Anko being little playfull sassy boss-bitch that she is and Kakashi’s sarcastic deadpan wit. It's still being updating but updates are slow. So again, comment as much good things you can for writer’s motivation.

Overall all author fics with this ship are a ton of fun. So check other works of her.

Rise of the Rokudaime by Nate Grey 

| Drama/Angst |  Summary: An assassination attempt on Konohamaru summons the winds of change in Konoha, and Kakashi finds that he can no longer ignore the beckon of destiny. Set during White Dog Night's timeskip. Not Another Romance |

There is really no shiping materal in this fic. It’s just Ibiki, Anko and Kakashi fun interactions and little bit of interesting politics in Leaf village.

Sweet Price to Pay by thir13enth

| Humor | Summary: Anko drags Kakashi to eat with her...at her favorite dango shop, no doubt. But what are her true intentions in bringing him along with her? Because she pitied him that he was always alone, or something more subtle? Suggested AnkoKaka |

Now in this one-shot they are quite mean to each other. Short and spicy I suppose.

Scar Deep by thir13enth

| Humor/Romance |  Summary: Complete. Trick for trick, joke for joke, plot for plot, wrapped all up in revenge-when will things get too far? KakaAnko |

Here is a bit of how their relationship could function if they were a pair.

Jealousy by sweetsheart

| Romance/Humor |  Summary: Anko's going to find out that dating arguably the most powerful ninja of her generation doesn't come without its quirks. With the arrival of the mail, jealousy rears its head – can Kakashi make it up to Anko? KakaAnko, T for language. |

One shot with fluffy wholesome feeling to it. It’s quite accurate interpretation, if they would be a couple, fitting for their personalities.

Returning Something by GrayWolf555

| Romance |  Summary: Memories fade, usually from time, but occasionally for other reasons. Anko gets back what was taken from her in the war. KakaAnko. Oneshot. M for a reason. Just some good, old fashioned smut. |

NSFW but quite nice dynamic of how they comfort each other in harder times. (After Asuma’s death)

Forged in Fire by AlphaEph19

| Adventure/Family |  Summary: The shinobi way of life is not kind to families. Many drift apart, or are torn apart. Sometimes the blood that binds relatives together becomes a curse. But not all families are linked by blood. Some rise up out of suffering, formed by individuals who have had enough of being broken down - they want to build anew. These are the strongest families... the ones forged in fire. AU |

Anko with Kakashi are forced by Hiruzen to helps with Sasuke's trauma after Uchiha massacre. So fluff it is.

Chasing a Legend by Voiceofsummer

| Adventure/Friendship |   Summary:  During one of the most crucial missions in the history of Konoha, Sakumo is forced to make an all too different decision. The White Fang dies as a hero and not in disgrace. The life of Hatake Kakashi is changed forever. AU. |

It has more ship teases then actually ship but it’s really good Kakashi-centric story during Third War.

Let Me Take Him by Durriken

| Humor | Summary:  What reason could Anko possibly have for wanting to help Naruto? Let's find out. |

Anko talk with Hiruzen about taking care of Naruto oneshot. Fluff? I think?

Dominion by  Don'tChaseWhat'sGone

| Drama | Summary:  Kakashi Hatake meets all the requirements befitting a Hokage. The strength of ten men, the respect of a village, and unwavering dedication. The toll it takes on unexplained relationships is a different story. |

Now this fic takes on a lot of interesting things and quite complications that this ship would face if they would be together. It touches on Orochimaru’s return to village after the IV war and Anko bitterness toward that idea and more.

Sensual Country by  EEevee

| Romance/Humor | Summary:   [challenge fic] Dancing, possessiveness, and country music. Why? Because country is sexy! XD . |

Summary speaks for itself. Anko’s suffering of reluctant dance partner.

Drunken Misery by Meda-Chan

| Summary: Ever since Asuma died, Kurenai drank everynight. Kakashi finds her outside the sake shop and helps her home, Anko with her......This as a kakashikurenaiAnko fiction requested...OK, I got the whole story on there now, im pleased with my reviews. |

Smut for smut although it’s kind of sad one.

The Interrogator by LunarSkies2383

| Romance/Humor | Summary: Anko Mitarashi can be a fierce interrogator. But concerning a certain dog she'll make him bark before the day is done. |

Again, it’s a lemon but this time fun one and more lighthearted

Gelato by LiraWM

| Romance | Summary: The icecream was never this hard to get and taste: KakashiAnko, KakaAnko |

Longer story with smut

Anko & Kakashi One Shots & Minifics   by seductivewifey 

| Romance/Angst  | Summary: This is an ongoing collection of my work dedicated to the kakaanko ship. I personally follow anime only so don't be surprised when things don't fall in line with the manga. This should also clearly tell you I don't own these characters in anyway. 🍋🍋🍋Everything is pretty citrusy so please no one under the age of 18. |

Now I generally don’t trust wattpad webste with good fics. But there are exceptions. And that’s one of them. There is smut a but really fun one. With Anko shining with her personality but also touching a little bit some of their insecurities. Alternative link

A Bad time for Poor Judgement  by Whistler1234

| Romance/Adventure  |  Summary: Kakashi has been charged with bringing in a rogue ninja but she has other ideas.Contains adult themes and language. |

So... this fic was deleted buuuuuuuuuuut thanks to black magic, the way to recover this fic was found... This story is ton of fun. The tags will give away that it’s hot smut story but with a lot of deceptive ninja elements in it. There is a lot of sensuality without even getting into the explicit scenes but it's not easy read. The way author write it, is quite ambiguous and leaves many "fill in the blanks" stuff.

Take It All Off by Annwyd

| Humor/Romance | Summary:  A lighthearted glimpse of the sex lives of personally dysfunctional ninja. AnkoKaka. |

I like things that are implied in this fic. Like the last line “Tastes like fabric”, I could find symbolic things in it xP

Friends by TwoTails

| Drama/Romance | Summary: NOW COMPLETE! 1st in AnkoKakashi Friends series. Anko is exhausted after coming back from a mission. An innocent drink or four with Kakashi leads to an interesting test between friends. M for future adult situations. PS, I don't own Naruto.  |

Lighthearted story of them becoming friends with benefits. Last chapter has smut in it but they have good fun flirting with Kakashi taking the lead this time. Author wrote many sequels to this. So check on author page for continuation of this fanfic.

Naruto: Altered History by Geor-sama

| Adventure | Summary: Meet Uzumaki Naruto, the number one prankster ninja. He lives in Konoha...and has a dark secret so large that NOBODY knows, not even Naruto.  |

Now this in not really Kakanko fic, it has only teases of the ship. But it’s good Anko story, it’s sells the idea of sensei Anko and her struggle of being a teacher. In that, Naruto was Anko's apprentice (his unusual graduation meant the teams were already decided etc) and there is a point where she realizes that she is teaching Naruto the same way Orochimaru taught her. Anko was very much invested in proving that she wasn't a monster because of Orochimaru in that fic which is notable given that some characters (like Kurenai?!) straight up hated her for it.

About a Book by Arkhe

| Humor | Summary: Anko's having a bad day and she's all up for sharing the pain. Kakashi becomes an unwilling participant. [Lime scented]  |

It’s sfw. Just Anko teasing Kakashi a bit, while giving her review about his  literatura.

Kage Regrets by MsSage

| Angst/Hurt/Comfort | Summary: As long as he didn't act on it, he mused, everything would probably be alright. Kakashi centric musings as he wonders about Anko, Iruka and everything else. Might do a chapter from Anko's POV if reviewers are keen for it, but its a one shot for the time being.  |

Now, this one is a bit tragic, no deaths in it, it’s just melancholic. But it’s well written, some of you may like it.

A Bite of Dango by jiemae

| Romance/Hurt/Comfort | Summary: She hated sweets—despised them, really. So it must have been a mistake that she wound up inside a fictional character known for loving them. It must have been. [SI-as-Anko—Drabble]  |

As it says, it’s self-insert. But Anko still feels like her, so I wil give it a pass. Plus bonus, Kushina and Minarto still lives in this one and trying to restore her memories.

To Feel Alive by Warrior and Scholar

| Romance/Hurt/Comfort | Summary: Kakashi loses a partner on a mission. Kakashi is hurt by the loss can Anko help him to feel alive? R&R Rated: M for later chapters.  |

Kakashi and Anko drink together and play around (but in sfw way, until last chapter). Kakashi may act a bit more goofy here then normal but he is drunk, so you know.

One Eye, Full of Wisdom by MrBright01

| Adventure/Humor | Summary: Kakashi survived his losses in spirit as well as in body, and having learned both wisdom and intellect from his experiences, he now seeks to pass those traits on to his students. Story emphasis is on tactical fighting, mind games, adventure, and the occasional bout of humor. GenFic, no story stealing OC's or creepy romance between children. Current Arc: Jashin Needs YOU. .  |

Fic doesn't focus on their shipping but they have great interactions there. Specifically in “Omake” chapters. You can read only those if you just want to see them trolling each other and others.

A Hero's Reward by PurpleFlamingo

| Romance | Summary: Kakashi was having a rough time, having died, talked to his father, and been revived, all in the span of a few hours. Now, he was in the hospital, recovering while the village was repairing itself. And, of course, Anko wanted to pay him a visit. After hours, of course. Kakashi/Anko  |

Just smut after the Pain defeat. With Anko and Kakashi not so subtly hiding that they are seeing each other.

Mission: Testing subjects by LiraWM

| Romance | 

SFW. Kakashi and Anko go on a mission test, when they have to pretend to be a married couple and discover the identity of their target that is testing their “gather information” abilities.  Yeah, the idea sounds cliche but it’s executed in a good way.

Histriōnis by viridian_house

| Angst/Hurt/Comfort| Summary: Anko has a favor to ask of Kakashi—as for why, well, she's sure he already has his suspicions.

SFW (for first two chapter)

Very well written. Touches on Anko's insecurities on how she is seen by the village. On how she uses sex as coping and how Orochimaru ruined her up mentality and her mixed feelings about Sarutobi. Also fic mentions Kakashi’s insecurities about potentially being new hokage, his anger toward his father- which prevents him from creating connection with Sasuke to stop him from leaving for Orochimaru and so Anko decides to step in.

#fic rec #KakashiAnko #naruto fanfiction #fanfiction shipping rec #fanfiction recommendations #hatake kakashi #Kakashi Hatake #anko mitarashi #mitarashi anko #kakanko #kakaanko #kakashi x anko #ankokashi #ankashi #kakashi and anko #naruto ship #Naruto Shippuden #naruto #fanfiction recommendation #naruto couples #pic source 34311705 #kakashi stories #anko stories #hatake kaakshi fic #anko mitarashi fics #kakanko fics #kakashi #anko #asuma sarutobi #kurenai yuhi

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Legends of Tomorrow: OC Spark Sheet

I have a new OC, send help!

Name: Evelyn Doyle

Born in Ireland, 1984

Wielder of the Flaming Sword: the hilt was forged with a nail of the crucifix

Those chosen are given the gift of Sight; the ability to look into a person’s soul and see their true self, also has the side effect of being able to spot demons

Superior strength, faster reflexes, speed healing

Sword can kill lesser demons and injure more powerful ones; also, able to detect other holy reelects and glows hot when near dark magic, able to deflect and shield against dark magic

Random Dialogue

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t say that.”

She paused, turning back to John. There was something in his voice and downcast eyes. For the first time since she’d met him, he looked, vulnerable.

“I’ve had a lot of people die on me. I’d rather not add your name to the list.”

She stayed silent a moment, watching him as he kept his eyes far away from hers. Carefully, she took a step toward him, pulling out the sword as she did.

She laid the blade out in her palms.

“John, put your hand on the sword.”

He glanced up, looking between it and her in suspicion.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

His eyes narrowed, but cautiously, he did as he was told and pressed his hand to the warm steel.

“John Constantine,” she began, “I, Evelyn Doyle, vow not to die of unnatural, supernatural or time related causes, save for old and asleep in my bed. You will not be the one to bury me. And if, for some reason, I must lay down my life, I will not do so without your express permission. This I swear on my honor as Wielder of the Flaming Sword and all the souls who came before me.”

He didn’t say anything for a long while. His throat tightened as he tried to think of what to say.

“That’s a big promise,” he managed.

“Aye, it is.”

“I wouldn’t want to be the one to make you break it.”

“I don’t break promises,” she said, firmly. “But, if something were to happen, I guess that means you’d have to come after me.”

“I guess you’re right.”

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“Where’d you learn to fight?”

“I have a brother. Little squirt used to get picked on a lot, I had to defend him somehow.”

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“All I did was pick up a sword and now I’m a warrior of God. You’d be surprised how much of life happens by accident.”

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“How did you know the sword would protect us?” Ray asked.

“Oh, I didn’t. This thing doesn’t exactly come with an instruction manual.”

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“I can’t look at Ray’s soul directly. It’s like staring into the sun.”

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“My soul can’t be that pure,” Nate said, sounding almost offended.

“Oh it is, just in a different way.”

“How?”

She thought a moment. “Ray’s soul is Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows, while yours is more Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys.”

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“Mick, I’ve seen your soul. It’s burnt and cracked and just a little slimy. All the same, deep, deep down, I know for a fact light still shines in you. You’re a good person.”

Mick glared down at her, giving a low grunt in response.

“Oh don’t growl, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

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“I know what it means to be given something and have the whole weight of its history placed on your shoulders. It’s easy to get caught up in what it meant to so many for so long, you end up losing yourself to it.”

“This isn’t a relic of the past,” Amaya said. “This means everything to my people now.”

“Aye,” Evelyn agreed. “There’s no doubt about that. But, the simple fact is, it isn’t theirs. It’s yours. You decide what it means to you. Now that could mean going home and protecting your village or doing what you’ve been doing, which is protecting the world. Every person who wielded the totem before you had to decide what it meant to them. It’s only as meaningful as how you decide to use it. Don’t let yourself be bogged down by the expectations of the past. Allow yourself to be a person, not a symbol.”

Memes

Rip: Oh, no blood on your hands, that’s a bit holier-than-thou.

Evelyn: I am a great deal holier-than-thou, that’s the whole point.

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Evelyn: I like to think none of this would have worked out if you weren't, at heart, just a little bit of a good person.

John: And if you weren't, deep down, just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.

#legends of tomorrow #lot #legends of tomorrow oc #john constantine #ray palmer #nate haywood #rip hunter #mick rory #dc #dc comics #dc oc #arrowverse #my oc stuff #evelyn doyle

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Mr. Wonderful || Nathan Drake || *Rewrite*

A/n: Original work here, this one is not gonna be rushed and it’s gonna have a lot more information regarding the readers and Nathan’s relationship.

Flashback Italicized.

Nathan Drake, so much could be said about the man. ‘Two bit thief seemed to come up a lot in conversations but to you he was much more than that. He was your best friend, lover and husband but soon he was going to be the father of your unborn child.

Sitting on the sofa next to your sister Elena, it was easy to remember when you told the man you were expecting your child.

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“Nathan! I need to tell you something!”

“Can’t this wait honey! We are getting shot at.” The man’s voice shouted over the gun fire. You two were pinned down by some mercenary's...you mentally cursed at Rafe for being such an asshole.

“Which make’s it the perfect opportunity.” Grabbing a hand grenade from Nathan’s pouch you tossed it at the last few of the remaining men. Hearing the blast to took a deep breath doing your best to stem your nerves. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what!”

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Snorting you rubbed your stomach feeling the kick over your child, letting out a pained grunt Elena quickly turned her attention to you. Giving you an eager smile she placed her hand on your belly.

“God I pray that you don’t have another Drake on your hand.” She teased.

Smiling you shook your head relaxing into the couch. “Nathan isn’t so bad...I mean he took the news of my pregnancy well.”

“The man looked like he was going to have a heart attack but if you mean that he didn’t just walk off in the middle of a jungle then ya I guess I gotta give him props for that and I hate to admit it but it was cute seeing him get all protective of you and well it was nice that he kept you safe...”

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“Nathan”

“Y/n...please do this for me...I have to go after him...I can’t.” 

You knew what he was trying to say, that he could not leave with out Sam, while you hated the thought of Nathan leaving you were not going to stand in the way of him walking away from his brother. Not when you knew of the grief he went through the first time he had thought Sam had died.

“Then let me go with you.” You weakly asked him, you already knew the answer but you just wanted him to know that you did not want him to go alone.

Chuckling, Nathan pressed his forehead against yours then gave you a gentle kiss. “As much as I would like that....I can’t risk losing you or.../” he nervously placed his hand on your stomach. “Our child.” Stepping back he took a deep breath. 

“Elena, you make sure Sully takes good care of her.”

Elena sighed shaking her head though she gave Nathan a smile placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry Drake, I will just come back alive alright.”

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Feeling yourself fall asleep, you kept your hand protectively on your stomach. “I can’t think straight knowing Nathan is-”

“Out their risking his life for treasure.” Elena teased.

Sighing you slouched into the couch more. “That but knowing Nathan he’s going to be doing something completely stupid.”

Elena sighed as she shifted her body so it was facing you. “This is Nathan we’re talking about y/n..plus he has Sam.”

“hmp.”

“And Sully...just take a nap alright...all this stress can’t be good for my little niece.”

Closing your eyes you gave your sister a nod adjusting your body so your head was resting on Elena’s shoulders, a small nap wouldn’t hurt.

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“Listen Drake...”

“Call me Nathan....please.”

The man gave Elena a sickeningly sweet smile, one that she’d love nothing more than to smack off. 

“You are to stay away from my sister!”

“She’s a grown woman, she can talk to who-” Giving a glance over in your direction you were to busy taking pictures of the coffin they found. “Ever she wants too.” Giving a wink to the blonde woman Nathan casually made his way towards you.

“Pretty amazing right?”

Giving him a wide smile, you nodded your head quickly. “It is, this is gonna be a great story.” Rolling your shoulders you turned your camera up to him snapping a picture.

“What was that for?”

Shrugging your shoulders you slipped your camera away. “I have my reasons.”

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Nathan winced as he pressed his back against a wall of a crumbling building, himself, Sam and Sully have found the location of Lima’s treasure but of course it meant that another group had to find it too. 

Getting shot at was not something he had in mind, the man wanted nothing more than to be at your side while you were in your last trimester of your pregnancy. He did not want to miss the birth of his child, what kind of father does that.

“God dammit! You assholes!” Gritting his teeth he shot at a few of the mercenary's. “Come on, calming thoughts Nate. All you gotta do is get through this and then you can get back home to your beautiful wife.”

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Seeing you again was not something that Nathan Drake was expecting. After the messy break up you both shared he was content no content was t the word, he resigned himself on never seeing you again but here you were standing in front of him looking more beautiful than he last remembered. He could feel his heart clench painfully and he suddenly felt like an idiot for telling you his true feelings.

“Hey y/n.”

“Nathan.” Of course you were cold towards him, the man didn’t blame you for it. Biting his tongue he watched as you turned you back towards him, you were talking to someone though it was Elena that blocked you from his view.

“You’re a real prick you know that right?”

“Ya...I know.”

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Nathan should have seen it coming, he should have pulled you out of the way. You shouldn’t have been the one to get hit with the blast, it should have been him. But now he had the risk of losing you, he knew that he had to move you but he did not want to injure you further.

“no-no-no...c’mon...you’re going to be fine.” Placing his hand under you lower back he tried not to flinch at the sound of your pained gasp’s as he and Elena carried you off to safety while Chloe became the look out for any of Lazarević’s men. While he knew he had to stop the man, he did not want to leave you alone. 

Carefully placing you against a crumbled pillar Nathan hesitantly grabbed your hand. “Hey y/n...how ya doin?” He did his best to smile but seeing you like this was killing him.

Chloe gave a glanced towards you, you were breathing to heavily for her liking. Lowering her head so that Elena would not hear she lent closer to Nathan. “Not good.”

Digging his nails into his palm Nathan frowned digging his nails into his palm. “You go to the gate as fast as you can.”

“What? No...no way! Don’t you dare take on this crusade.”

“I have too, just get her out of here.”

Before Chloe or Elena could protest Nathan took off running and for the two it felt like hours before the man came running back. He made some quip but Elena could tell his heart was not in. As the place came crumbling around them Nathan let out a cruse as he lifted you up bridle style in his arms. “We need to move faster.”

Getting to the village was the easy part but Nathan did not like how you went silent in his arms. Placing you down on a small cement bed he placed his hand against your cheek. “God no.no no...you’re going to be fine y/n...please.” Moving his hand to your shoulder he tried to shake you awake. “Y/n..hold on all right? Just hold on.” His voice sounding more panicked. “C’mon, stay with us.” Rubbing your shoulder he had to fight back the tears. “You’re going to be fine.”

Turning away, Elena could feel her own tears falling down her cheeks as Chloe tugged the woman into her arms doing her best to sooth her.

“You’re going to be just fine.....y/n don’t do this....y/n. ”

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Waiting for any news of how your were doing, Nathan just prayed that you were okay. 

“It’s been a long, strange trip hasn’t it.” Chloe stepped close to Nathan, Elena must still be with you.

“Yes it has...you should play hero more often. It suit’s you.”

“Nah...say...tell me something Nat.”

“What?”

“Do you love her?”

Nathan frowned turning his full attention to Chloe. “Chloe I’m sorry I.”

“No...it’s fine....really it’s alright...just do yourself a favor cowboy and tell her.” Turning her attention to the voice’s both of them watched as Elena helped you out of the small home. 

Waving goodbye to Nathan, Chloe walked away from the two. Taking a breath in Nathan cleared out his throat. “Well well....look who’s not supposed to be out of bed.”

“Ya well my sister is a lousy patient, stubborn as hell.”

Letting out a scoff you gave your sister a small shove. “I’m not stubborn just restless.”

Shaking her head Elena glanced at you both, wetting her lips a small smile came to her face. “Say which way did Chloe go.”

Sighing Nathan pointed in the direction though he was surprised as the young woman walked off.

“You did good Nate.”  Lacing your arm through his you gave him a smile as gave his arm a small squeeze.

“Ya?”

Giving him a teasing smile you shook your head, your wounds may have hurt but it did feel good to be in Nathan’s arms again. “So where do we go from here?”

“HUh? I didn’t think that far ahead.”

Standing on your toes you pressed a small kiss to the corner of the man’s lips as Nathan wove his arms around your waist. Sighing he then pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you...I should have said that sooner.”

Grinning you wrapped your arms around his neck tugging him in for a kiss. “Isn’t that funny? I love you too Nathan Drake.”

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“Nathan! Hey Nathan snap out of it!”

Blinking a few times Nathan didn’t even notice how long he had zoned out for. “What??”

“What is right? you were just standing their lookin at nothin!” Sam wrinkled his nose.

“I was just thinking about y/n..”

Sully let out a chuckle patting Nathan’s shoulder as they turned to the treasure, all three looked like a mess but they finally did it. “Let’s just get this on the plan and you can be back with her soon enough.”

As the three worked together, Nathan tensed hearing the familiar ring of phone going off.

“Can someone grab that.”

Letting out a grunt, Sam opened up the satellite phone though he nearly dropped it from what the voice said on the other line. “Uh we might wanna hurry this up.”

“What? Why?”

“Congratulations Nathan, Y/n is going into labor. You’re gonna be a dad.”

“What!”

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Nathan knew that he must have looked like a crazy person but he had to get to you. He was surprised he didn’t get shot by the security guard the moment he ran into the hospital though he did feel bad for scaring the nurse due to his appearance.

“Mynameisnathandrakeandmywifeisgivingbirthwhatroomissheein?” The words came out a jumbled mess and just as he was about to be taken out Elena rushed over to him.

“Nathan you!...you look like shit.” Shaking her head the woman turned to the receptionist giving her a smile. “He’s the father...he’s an uh archaeologist...it’s why he looks so dirty.” It was the only thing that came to mind and before the receptionist could protest Elena dragged him off to the elevator.

“How is she? How’s Y/n! please tell me I didn’t miss the birth.”

Letting out a laugh, Elena shook her head. Patting him on the shoulder she sighed wiping the dirt off on her pants. “Y/n is fine Nathan and no...she did not give birth yet. Her water broke when I made that call...you...you do know how babies work right?”

Wrinkling his nose, Nathan shook his head as he shifted his weight from one foot to another becoming antsy. “OF course I do...I...I just want to see her.” It took all his will power not to rush out of the elevator as he slowly followed Elena to the room. 

Once he arrive he quickly slipped in, spotting you comfortably on the bed. Your hand on your stomach.

“Y/n! I’m here!”

“Nathan!” You couldn’t help but smile hearing the mans voice though your eyes went wide seeing his appearance. He was covered in dirt and what you hoped was dried mud. His hair was in complete disarray, shirt torn and while he may have a few scrapes and bruises he seemed to be fine.

“I can see that but Nathan.”

Grabbing your hand gently he pressed a small kiss to the ring on your finger. “Yes?”

“Go take a shower and change...Elena brought a bag for you.” Giving him a smile you ignore a contraction as Nathan let out a sigh. 

“Okay okay.” Giving you another kiss the man slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower not wanting to leave you alone for much longer.

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Now cleaned and dressed Nathan made his way over to you, sitting in the seat grasping your hand. “I’m sorry for being late...for almost missing our child’s birth.”

“Nathan…”While you were touched by what he was saying you did not want him to feel guilty for it. “It’s not your fault...just next time. Try not to go on anymore treasure hunts when I’m pregnant.” You were trying to make light of the situation despite doing your best to ignore the creeping pain though you were sure the baby was coming now.

“Like I should have been the one to take you to the hospital not Elena.”

Taking a deep breath you glanced over at the man,he was hunched over not looking you in the eye“Nathan.”

“I mean I get that she is your sister but I’m your husband…I shouldn’t have been looking for the next clue.”

“Nathan!”

Gritting your teeth, while you loved your husband and while you did think that his rambles were cute you just wanted him to shut up so he could get a doctor.

“Huh? what?” Nathan quickly looked you over to see if anything was wrong.

“Get me our doctor…the baby is coming now and if you don’t grab her I am going to kill you.”

“Right!” Scratching his cheek he pushed the chair back before he rushed off to grab the doctor. While it didn’t take long to find her, it seemed like it took even long to push the baby out.

Letting out a scream you pushed whenever your obstetrician told you too as Nathan held onto your hand.

“Nathan.” Biting your tongue you squeezed his hand tightly. “I can’t do this.” You could feel the tears slipping down your cheeks as Nathan let out his own small laugh as he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

“Are you kidding me beautiful. You know how many place’s you and your sister..and Sully helped me discover.”Bringing your hand to your lips he gave it a soft kiss.

“Just…Don’t let go of my hand, okay?.” While he hated seeing you in so much pain, he was excited to see his child soon. “I will always protect you.You can do this.”

Nodding your head you swallowed thickly squeezing Nathan’s hand tightly, with his encouraging words you pushed again missing the grimace on the mans face from your tight grip.

As time went by you felt a small amount of relief hearing your obstetrician letting you know it was time for the final push and went it was done you heard a tiny cry followed by Nathan’s relived laugh.

“She’s so tiny y/n.” Pressing a small kiss to the side of your head, Nathan watched as one of the nurse’s took the newborn away then turned to the obstetrician who was fixing you up.

“You did great beautiful,,,I’m so proud of you.”

Chuckling you gave him a tired smile leaning into his embrace once he settled himself next to you on the bed. You forced to keep yourself awake, you wanted to hold your newborn before you fell asleep.

Once the nurse came back with the baby, the woman gently placed her in your arms showing what to do. Looking down at the sleeping bundle in awe you glanced up at Nathan seeing that his eyes were tearing up.

“She’s beautiful….perfect…our little Cassandra.” Hesitantly reaching out, he let his thumb gently brush against her cheek.

“Your mother would be proud Nathan.” Smiling up at him you let out a small yawn.

“You think she would?”

“I know she would, though we should probably tell Sam, Sully and Elena.”

Scratching his cheeks he nodded his head seeing you drift off, clearing out his throat he gently took the newborn in his arms sitting in the chair, cradling her gently. “Ya…later, just let me bask in this bliss but get some rest y/n…you deserve it.”

“Hmm you’re right…I do.” Wincing, you adjusted your body to watch your husband, you managed to grab your phone beside your table. Biting your lip you took a few pictures before placing it back down as your eyes started to close.

“I’ll hold her till you wake up..or uh till she needs to eat.”

Snorting, you smiled for a moment. “Sounds good honey.”

“Oh…y/n…so I guess this mean’s that you can call me Daddy Drake…right.”

Groaning you tugged the hospital pillow closer to your head. “Nathan!”

“What!” Holding his newborn close, Nathan gave you a small grin. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Meeting you on that dock, nearly losing you....that was something he did not want to think about but at least he got to confess his feelings to you then finally asking you to marry him.

With everything you two went through, everything that you had to put up with he knew he was a lucky man. “You’re gonna be loved Cassandra, you will have a happy family.” 

“I promise.”

#Nathan Drake #nathan #nathan drake x reader #nate drake #Uncharted 2: Among Thieves #uncharted #Uncharted: Drake's Fortune #Uncharted 2 #uncharted x reader #female reader #reader #reader insert #rewrite #drabble #drabbles

[shy-violet-soul]

Stuff You Should Be Reading - Marvel/other Avengers

18+ readers only! Some of these fics contain adult themes!

Sam Wilson: 

Just Us Two by @nacho-bucky -  Sam’s got a bit of a problem with his wings, and the cute but hangry new mechanic in R&D isn’t willing to help without some spicy incentive. Tacos…it’s…it’s tacos.

Tony Stark:

Lullabies by @avengerscompound - Tony just wants to make sure Eddie is okay.

Bruce Banner:

Protector by @avengerscompound - She’s made to heal, he’s made to destroy.

Clint Barton:

Legacy by @avengerscompound - Nothing is the same after the events of Endgame.  When Clint has trouble returning to a life where his family hasn’t changed but he has lost everything, he moves back to the city and tries to move on as a single parent. When Nate finds you bruised and pregnant in the stairwell of his building, he decides that there might be another way that he can make Nat’s sacrifice worth something.

Vent Rats by @avengerscompound - when it comes to Clint in his vents, Tony is at his wit’s end.

Spinach Milkshakes by @nacho-bucky - what happens when sugar-fueled Agent 41 has to stick to veggies?

Double-Spooned by @nacho-bucky - Clint overhears a conversation...does he really have to do a threesome?

Trick or Treat by @nacho-bucky - Halloween holds more than tricks for Clint and Agent 41.

Hello, Bird by @welldonebeca -  No one imagines the Avengers getting home from missions and going straight to things like feeding a baby and changing diapers, but that’s Clint’s life, and that’s exactly what makes him happy.

Small Gods: First Cup by @avengerscompound. Clint Barton has a coffee addiction.  One day that addiction brings him to The Elysian Fields coffee shop where he meets you.  Soon Clint feels like his addiction isn’t just caffeine-based.  But things are not as they seem.  With a store that only appears under certain conditions, no customers, and a dog the size of a Dire Wolf, Clint isn’t sure there’s not more going on with you and he isn’t sure how to figure out if his feelings are real or just a side effect of his addiction.

Thor

Man in the Storm by @welcome-to-my-daydreams -  It’s rut season at the compound. Omega Reader plans to ride it out alone, locked in her room away from any unwanted Alphas. But she finds that to be a lot easier said than done when the team’s strongest Alpha pays a visit.

Baby Fever by @tropicalcap -  Four years into a relationship with Thor, and he’d very much like to have a baby with you. This is the story of your relationship, and how it’s affected by the new addition to the family.

Roses by @tropicalcap -  Thor’s never celebrated Valentine’s Day, but there’s always a first time for everything.

A Wife for Thor by @shreddedparchment -  You’ve been alone your whole life. Life is uneventful and you like it that way. That is until David, your family lawyer comes to see you with news that you’re the descendent of a nomadic royal family. This revelation wouldn’t matter if it didn’t mean that you’re obligated to meet with Thor, King of Asgard as he searches for a queen. With so many other options, better options, what are the odds he’ll pick you?

All There’s Left to Do is Run (AO3 link) by @spacelabrathor -  Horse warlord Thor finds you a captive in a raid of a desert village and gives you a choice. Freedom by a quick death or taking his hand and going with him, to be his. You choose life, and with it, a husband who is wild and fierce and more than you could have ever imagined.

Tale as Old as Time (AO3 link) by @spacelabrathor - Thor is a beast, prowling the halls of an empty castle alone, living a life of cold, barren solitude. Villagers visit once yearly to bring him gifts he does not seek, piling valueless trinkets at his gate they feel will keep him appeased. They hate Thor and Thor knows, someday, that they will breach his gates and come for his head. He wonders to himself, often, if he will try to stop them when they do.This year, though, the offering has changed. Thor finds not trinkets at his front gate, but a girl, and then everything begins to change.

#Marvel #Sam Wilson #The Falcon #falcon #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Bruce Banner #Hulk #The Hulk #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #Thor #Sam Wilson x reader #falcon x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #sam wilson x you #falcon x you #tony stark x you #iron man x you #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x reader #hulk x reader #hulk x you #clint barton x you #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x you #hawkeye x reader #thor x reader #thor x you

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [35]

vi. bitter harvest

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: violence, fighting, character death, language. 

Summary: Pike sets his sights on a Grounder village, much to your dismay, and plans to take it over. Octavia, however, has other plans. Someone makes you an offer you weren’t expecting, and you watch one of the 100 die.

a/n: hi no new episode today which is sad :( so please enjoy this sub rosa update instead! also, I think we will be moving to three posts a week NEXT WEEK so stay tuned!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

You roll over in bed, reaching out for Bellamy, surprised to find nothing. 

You open your eyes and look around, gaze falling onto a note on the pillow beside you.

Went to talk to Pike about Clarke and Octavia.  Meet us at the Chancellor’s office when you wake up. -Bell

You sigh and dress quickly, mentally preparing yourself for another day of spying. You head straight to the Chancellor’s office, thinking about the breakfast that will have to wait, sure that the two men are already waiting for you. Sure enough, as soon as you appear in the doorway, Pike smiles. “Miss Griffin! Nice of you to finally join us.”

“The first sleep after getting hit with the shock baton is always the hardest.”

He ignores the quip, the allusion to your criminal background, and ushers you inside instead, closing the door behind you. He turns to face you and Bellamy, expression stern. “We need to talk about your sisters.”

“Griffin.” He watches you carefully. “Is Clarke a threat to us?”

You consider this, thinking hard about how much to say and how much to hide. You settle on the truth. “If you’re asking if she’ll sneak back into camp, I suspect not. She knows you’ll be looking for her and she won’t risk it.”

“Not even for you? Your mother?”

“I made it pretty clear to Clarke before she shocked me whose side I was on. Besides, she left us pretty easily after Mount Weather, so this isn’t new. She’ll stay away.”

“Good.” He turns to Bellamy, expression turning hard. “Mr. Blake, your sister, however, is a different story, isn’t she?”

You see the muscle in Bellamy’s jaw twitch, the subject of Octavia always a touchy one. He grinds out, “Yes, sir.”

“Her Grounder boyfriend is locked up, and I’m told the woman we spared, Indra, trained Octavia in the Grounder ways.”

“Yes, sir.”

“She has something to fight for. A reason worth coming back.”

“Yes, sir.”

“She’s your sister, family, and we protect our own. I promise you that if she comes back to this camp, she will understand her place in it, but she’ll be safe with us. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He moves to the door, opening it, motioning for you both to leave. “Dismissed.”

-

Four days after Clarke and Octavia’s escape

Kane checks the halls near his room twice before leading you to his door and ushering you inside. As soon as you’re safe from prying eyes, he turns to you with a smile. “Octavia just radioed. Lexa decided that blood must not have blood. They’ll send riders today to deliver the message to Pike.”

You let out an audible sigh of relief, whispering, “Clarke did it.”

As soon as the words come out, a realization hits you like a ton of bricks. Clarke did it. Clarke convinced Lexa, “blood must have blood” Lexa, to let the massacre of her army slide. And you don’t need to go over the reasons on how she managed it, because you think about the soft way she says Lexa’s name, even when she’s angry, the rapport she must have built with her while in Polis, and you have your answer. Because you know Clarke and you know when she’s acting differently, even if you’ve only seen her once in the last 3 months. Clarke Griffin is in love, and, apparently, Heda Lexa feels the same.

Kane pulls you out of your thoughts, distracting you from the revelation. “We can’t let our guard down yet, because Pike is still in power, and he still hates the Grounders. We’re safe, for now, but the second Pike violates this peace offering, we’ll be in danger again.”

“Then we better make sure he keeps the peace.”

“Easier said than done.”

You let out a scoff, “You’re telling me.”

-

One week after Clarke and Octavia’s escape

You pour over the maps in front of you, checking over the borders that Pike has drawn to represent the New Arkadia. You shake your head, scrubbing a hand over your face, wondering how you’re going to talk him out of this when you hear a knock at the door. Not expecting anyone, you glance towards it in confusion, standing and crossing the room to pull open the door, revealing Nate. “Miller. What are you doing here?”

“I just have a question about the guard schedule.”

“Uh, okay.”

You step aside, making room for him to enter your room. He turns and checks the hallways both ways, before waving someone towards you. Kane comes quickly, sliding into the room behind Nate, both of them turning to face you. “Any news?”

You shake your head. “I’ve got a meeting with Pike and the others today about the village, but I still don’t think we’ll be able to talk him out of it. He seems dead set on kicking them out.”

Kane nods. “Octavia radioed. Gillmer, Hannah, and a few guards are out getting soil and water samples nearby, and they almost killed a kid when he stumbled upon them. Luckily, she was able to save him.”

“Weird. Wonder if it’s connected?”

“That’s what we want to find out.” He pulls out a small black object, holding it out to you. You take it, flipping it over in your hand, and you realize it’s a listening device. You look up at Kane in surprise, “Where did you get this?”

“Not important. Can you get it in Pike’s office? Somewhere out of sight.”

You give him a skeptical look. “I don’t know. His security is tight.”

“I can get you in.” You glance over at Miller, and you shake your head with a smirk. Of course he can. “You said it yourself, he’s expecting you in his office today. It won’t be weird if he catches you.”

You look between the two of them, and then back down to the listening device. “Okay, fine.”

They both nod, and Miller looks at you. “If we’re doing this, we need to do it now. Pike’s on the other side of the camp, checking the armory with Bellamy. We have a small window.”

You grab your guard jacket, heading towards the door. “Then let’s go.”

They both follow you out of your room and towards the Chancellor’s office. Kane is careful to keep his distance from the two of you, but you and Miller walk side by side, keeping up a light conversation, nothing suspicious about two guards together. When you reach the hallway and find it empty, Kane jogs up to you and Miller, walking beside you. “You step aside in case someone answers.”

You turn to Kane, “You should both step aside since I’m the only one that was asked to be here.”

Miller rolls his eyes, “I told you, no one’s home.”

Kane and Miller each step on either side of the door, and you knock, waiting to hear a response. You hear nothing, other than Miller’s quiet laugh, and Kane turns to him in confusion. “What?”

“Bet you didn’t think we’d be breaking the law together when you arrested me on the Ark, huh?”

Kane pushes past you to grab him by the vest. “This isn’t a game, Nate. If we don’t find out what Pike’s up to, more people will die.”

“Then let’s not get caught.”

Miller types in the keycode and opens the door, and as you push it wider, someone down the hall says, “Chancellor Pike, good to see you.”

You all exchange a worried look, and Kane presses the bug into your hand. “You put this somewhere smart, out of sight. I’ll buy you guys some time.”

He turns and leaves quickly, and you slip inside the room and crack the door, while Miller stands guard just outside. You look around the office, considering the best place to put the bug. You quickly decide against the meeting table, because although it’s the closest to the heart of conversations, it's the most likely place it will be discovered. Your eyes scan over the file cabinets, the couch, the bookshelf, rejecting them all. They finally land on Pike’s desk, and you walk over to it, looking it over, deciding that the bottom of the desk is hidden enough to do the trick. 

You get down on your hands and knees, and stick it to the bottom, making sure to flip it on before you stand. You walk around the desk, checking it from every angle, making sure it can’t be seen, before you slip out the door again. Miller glances at you and you nod, which he returns before walking off down the hall. You can hear Kane’s voice down the hall. “Public opinion is a funny thing, Charles.”

“My job is to keep us safe, not to be liked.” Pike’s voice grows closer, so you step to the side of the door, standing and acting casual, waiting. 

As Pike and Bellamy come around the corner, Pike greets you. “Glad you could join us.”

You nod as he steps up to the door, typing in his code and motioning for you and Bellamy to come inside. Bellamy squeezes your hand in greeting as he passes, his face blank and unreadable. Pike leaves the door open behind him, waiting for the others to show up, keeping up a light conversation with Bellamy. You only half participate, worried he’ll find the bug before it even gets used, but he never sees it. Instead, he calls the others inside as they all show up. 

They all file inside the office, coming to stand around the table, and you’re surprised to see Monty and Monroe among them. Bellamy stands to your left, and Bryan on your right. Monroe is on Bryan’s other side, while Hannah, Pike, and Monty stand across from you. Pike’s gaze bounces over each of you. “Okay, let’s get this meeting started. Welcome Farm Station’s own Monty Green, and factory girl, Zoe Monroe, as we begin our next crucial phase: expansion and salvation. And this will lead the way.”

He holds up a vial of dirt, and you remember your conversation with Kane and Miller earlier about Octavia’s discovery. Monroe eyes it with confusion. “Dirt?”

“Soil. Fertile, arable soil. Vastly more rich than anything we’ve found since landing. We’ll clear the trees and plant within the month.”

Hannah smiles at everyone around the table. You know she’s Monty’s mom, but you can’t help but dislike her. “We start with soybeans and corn. They grow the fastest.”

Monty, who has been taking this all in quietly, wanders over to the map behind the table. You turn and watch as he eyes it with suspicion, pointing out the Grounder village. “Is this where we’re going?”

“That’s right.”

“There’s a village here.” He turns, eyes finding yours and Bellamy’s. “What about the people who live here?”

Bellamy turns away from Monty and gazes at Pike. “That’s sector four. We talked about this, the people there are not a threat.”

Pike sighs, “We need that land. With the loss of Mount Weather’s resources, Arkadia will be starving in less than a year.”

Bellamy’s gaze drops as he digests this new information, before he mutters, “With all due respect sir, you still haven’t answered Monty’s question.”

“You know the answer. Every field must be cleared of stones before it’s tilled.”

You glance at Bellamy from the corner of your eye, that haunted look now back in his eye. Monty, who’s now standing behind you, shifts uncomfortably at Pike’s plan. Hannah watches her son and says, “We were spotted by a child, so they’ll be expecting us. But they lost their fighters when we took out the army, so we don’t expect resistance.”

“They’re Grounders. They’ll resist.”

Bellamy shakes his head, “Even if they don’t, the Commander’s message was clear. Blood must not have blood. That doesn’t mean we can start taking-”

You hide your surprise at Bellamy’s resistance to the plan, and his willingness to voice that with Pike. You start to wonder if maybe he isn’t so lost after all. Pike cuts him off mid sentence. “What would you prefer: die fighting for your home or starve to death? Will you do what needs to be done for your people to survive or not?”

Bellamy glances over at you, his eyes landing on the locations of your hidden wounds, before he turns back to Pike, jaw set. “We’ll do what needs to be done.”

-

Pike explains the teams, who is expected to do what, and then he dismisses you.

Bellamy is silent as he leads the group to the rover, meeting up with Gillmer and a few of the guards along the way. You sneak a few glances at him as you walk by his side, watching the muscle in his jaw clench and unclench as he thinks. You can tell he’s lost in his head, in his thoughts, as the conversation ebbs and flows around him, and you wish he would just talk to you, the way he used to. 

Joining Pike made him silent, and you hate it. Hate the wedge Pike drove between you two, whether Bellamy noticed or not.

Once you reach the rover, Bellamy pulls himself back to the present, leading the others and directing them on what to load up and what stays behind. He leaves you at a table with Hannah, loading bullets into magazines, and you hope she can’t feel the annoyance that her presence brings you. 

Bellamy comes over to collect the weapons you’ve finished, grabbing the magazine and the gun off the table and loading it, as Kane wanders over. You only glance at him for a second, avoiding his eye as he focuses on Bellamy. “That’s a lot of firepower.”

Bellamy barely glances his way. “Let’s hope we don’t need it.”

“What’s the mission?”

He pauses, giving Kane a serious look. “Planning for our future.”

“You know, that looks a lot like our past.”

“We are building a life here.” He turns and looks at you, and you can’t tell if he’s trying to convince Kane, or himself. He turns back to Kane. “Not trying to make peace with people who only understand war.”

Hannah nods. “Damn right.”

Your annoyance threatens to break free, but you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and remind yourself to stay calm. No one seems to notice, because Bellamy calls out, “Let’s move out.”

Everyone makes a beeline for the truck, but Kane grabs your arm on the way. “Can you stop it?”

“What? Me vs the rest of the group? Not a chance.” You watch his face fall. “Did Octavia not get them out in time?”

“She’s gone radio silent.”

“Shit.”

Bellamy calls your name, followed by, “Everything okay?”

You turn and look at him, concern written on his features as he takes in Kane’s grip on your arm. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You look back to Kane. “I’ll do what I can, save who I can.”

“Don’t expose yourself. We still need you.”

“Will do.” And then you raise your voice slightly in case anyone is trying to listen, before you yank your arm free. “Go float yourself, Kane!”

He plays his part well, looking stunned, and you jog over to the truck, taking the hand that Bellamy extends to you, helping to pull you inside. You plop down beside him with a frustrated huff, and his voice drops to a whisper as the truck starts up and pulls away, “What was that about?”

“Nothing. Just another Kane lecture about choosing the right side.”

He hums in acknowledgement, having received his fair share of those lectures. “He’ll understand soon. We don’t want to do this, kick out these Grounders, but we’re building a life for ourselves, a future.”

“I know.” You place a quick peck on his cheek, before leaning back and sitting in silence for the rest of the ride.

The rover comes to a stop in the village sometime after dark, the moon your only light as you all jump from the vehicle in formation, splitting off into two groups. You follow right behind Bellamy, all of you scanning the edge of the village for signs of movement, surprised to find none. The silence is deafening as you scan the empty village, and Monroe’s shaky voice reaches you from somewhere nearby, “I don’t hear anything. Maybe no one’s home.”

In front of you, Bellamy stops, eyes trained on the village as he yells, “Hello? Anyone here?”

When no one answers, he turns to look at you, his eyes asking a silent question, and you understand before he even opens his mouth to voice it. “Maybe they only know Trigedasleng?”

You understand what he’s asking, and turn to the village, projecting your voice. “Osir gada imfou kom Chansla Paik kom Skaikru. Osir gaf chich yu wocha op.”

We have a message from Chancellor Pike of the Sky People. We need to talk to your chieftain. You hear Gillmer scoff as soon as you finish speaking, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. You all wait and listen again, hoping for an answer, but hearing nothing. 

“Maybe they saw our lights and left,” Hannah muses. 

Bellamy waves you all forward, and your two formations continue towards the village, one on each side. As you move deeper and deeper into the village, you come across no one, the living space seemingly abandoned. Rain starts to fall from above, running down your face and clothes, chilling you to the bone, but you ignore it as you stop at one of the fire pits in the middle of the camp, eyeing it. Logs are held together at the top with a rope, which is dripping with a bright yellow goo. Curious, you reach out to touch it, stopping when you hear a horse whinny in the distance. Bellamy yells, “Contact. Two o’clock.”

You take off running behind him, watching his back as you run towards the sound. As you come to a stop near the edge of the village, Hannah and Monty right behind you, you hear Octavia’s voice yelling down to you, “Bellamy, get them out of there! It’s a trap!”

Before he can say a word, you hear someone in the distance yell, “Fire!”

Seconds later, flaming arrows rain down from the ridge towards you, and you yell out, “Incoming! Take cover!”

Bellamy wraps his arms around you and you both duck, watching as all of the arrows miss your group and land on the fire pits lined up in the middle of the camp. They light quickly, a small fireball bursting from each one, and Octavia’s voice yells down to you once again, “The smoke is poison!”

You and Bellamy exchange a worried glance before he yells to the others, “Fall back, fall back! Stay away from the smoke! Get back to the rover!”

As you all start to run back towards the rover, avoiding the smoke, you hear Monroe let out a pained cry, screaming your name, then Monty’s, then Bellamy’s. Monty turns immediately, heading back towards her, and you turn and follow him. Bellamy yells your name, voice panicked, and you feel him reach out for you, but you slip from his grasp. You follow Monty into the smoke, both of you yelling Monroe’s name, coughing as the smoke enters your lungs. 

You can still hear Bellamy yelling your name from the other side of the smoke, held back by the others as you move deeper and deeper into the toxic cloud. You hold your breath, trying to avoid breathing as much as you can, the smoke irritating your lungs each time it enters your body. Finally, you and Monty find Monroe, laid out near one of the fires. You both reach down and grab her, throwing her arms around your shoulders and dragging her out of the smoke and into fresh air. 

As soon as you’re out of the toxic haze, you take in a long breath, your lungs still burning with irritation, but feeling better with fresher air. Bellamy runs forward and grabs Monroe’s legs as she starts to collapse, helping you and Monty carry her far away from the smoke and onto a patch of grass near the rover. You put her down gently, before dropping to your knees at her side, looking her over. 

Her breaths come out as tight wheezes, the air struggling through her lungs the best it can. You can do nothing but watch her hopelessly, unsure how to treat lung issues without a tank of oxygen to help. Her wheezes turn to gasps as she struggles to breathe, and you glance over at Bellamy, his expression distraught. Behind you, Bryan mutters, “How the hell did they know?”

Monroe’s gasps grow louder and quicker until they stop completely, and she grows still. Bellamy’s voice is panicked as he gazes down at her, “Monroe? Monroe!”

You reach up and check for a pulse, head dropping to your chest when you find none. You look up at Bellamy, tears in your eyes as you shake your head. His head drops, tears filling his eyes, and Hannah turns to Bellamy, tone accusatory. “Your sister did this!”

Unable to contain it any longer, your annoyance from earlier boils over and you snap, “Shut up, Hannah! Just shut the hell up for once!”

No one says anything, now frozen in place as they look down at Monroe’s dead body, and you can see the haunted look in Bellamy’s eyes, the weight of the world dropping onto his shoulders again, and you know that someone has to be strong, take charge.

You turn to Bryan, wiping your tears away as you do. “Find me something for Monroe. A tarp, a blanket, anything. And some rope.”

He nods, before turning away. You look over at Monty, Hannah, and Gillmer. “Get up to that ridge, and tell me what you see.”

They stand frozen, looking at you, and you yell, “Now!”

They jump in surprise but do what you say, running off to search the ridge. You look up at the two guards left. “They have a well at the edge of camp. Put out those fires.”

As they turn to leave, you look back at Bellamy, still frozen in place, staring down at Monroe. You reach out for him, grabbing his hand, and he looks up in surprise, like he forgot you were even there. “She’s only here because of me.”

You think of Roma, speared to a tree, and of Bellamy turning to you, telling you the same thing then. You shake your head. “Monroe was here because she wanted to do better, be better. She believed in building a better life.”

You reach up, put a hand on his cheek, and he leans into it. “We can’t let Monroe’s death, or those that died before her, be in vain. It has to stop, Bellamy. The killing has to stop.”

You know you’re toeing a dangerous line, letting your true feelings get this close. Feelings that are in direct opposition to Pike and what he seems to stand for. But Bellamy’s conflict is palpable, his disagreement with Pike and his methods growing everyday. So you say enough to get into his head, but not expose yourself. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Peace. We need to work for peace.”

He nods his head, mulling over your words, and you pull away from him when you hear someone approaching. You turn and see Bryan, holding up a blanket and some rope. “This is all I could find.”

“This is perfect, thank you.” You look around, surveying the two groups. “Can you go check the ridge with the others?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

He leaves you and Bellamy alone again, and you lay out the blanket. Bellamy stands and helps you move Monroe’s body on top of it, both of you pulling the blanket over her body and tucking it underneath her. As you pull it over her face, you whisper, “May we meet again.”

You hear Bellamy echo the words before he helps you secure the sheet with the rope, the way the Grounder’s taught you after Finn massacred the village, and once you're done, you both silently carry her body back to the rover and set it inside. As you finish, the radio at Bellamy’s side crackles to life with Hannah’s voice. “The Grounders are gone now, there’s no one up here. We’re coming back down.”

“Copy that.”

You and Bellamy lean against the truck, waiting for the others to return. The two guards that you put on firefighting duty return first, letting you know the fires are out, before the second group arrives a few minutes later. Everyone is silent, defeated, and Bellamy takes one look at them before muttering, “Let’s go home.”

-

Hannah runs to Pike as soon as you’re back and tells him everything, and he calls you and Bellamy in for a meeting before you’ve even finished unpacking the rover.

You both walk to the office together, silent, neither of you looking forward to the impending lecture. You knock once you arrive, and Pike opens the door and ushers you both inside. He leans against the table, watching you both, and Bellamy shifts on his feet, uncomfortable. You glance over at him from the corner of your eye, and you can see him working his jaw, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Pike’s gaze bounces between you. “How are you two holding up?”

“Fine.”

“I’ve been better.”

He turns to Bellamy, focusing on his response. “Yeah, we all have.” 

He takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “We need to talk about your sister. One of our people died today because of her. Not to mention, the ash poisoned the soil, making the land useless.”

“The Grounders did that. Octavia tried to warn us.”

“Yes, after she warned them. Someone in this camp is giving her information. I need to know who.”

Bellamy gives him a knowing look. “We all know who.”

You feel your stomach drop, worried they’re onto you, and Pike states, “Kane.”

Despite not being your name, the answer doesn’t leave you feeling better. Pike looks between you and Bellamy again. “We have no proof. You two need to find me some.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bellamy, you’re dismissed.”

Bellamy looks at Pike in surprise, and you feel anxiety prickle across your skin. This is it. He knows the truth and he’s going to take you down. Alone. 

Pike looks over at Bellamy, who is still beside you, hesitant, and he nods at your boyfriend, letting him know he heard right. Bellamy gives you a worried look and you give him a small smile, letting him know you’ll be okay. You hope.

He turns and leaves, closing the door behind him, and you glance at Pike, watching him watch you. You’re sure that he’s going to give you an earful for snapping at Hannah, or he’s going to expose you for being a two faced spy, but he surprises you by saying, “Hannah says you showed true leadership out there.”

Caught off guard, you shrug and offer, “Not really. Just offered my assistance to Bellamy when he needed it.”

“That’s not what she told me.” You shrug again, not sure what to say, and he pushes on, “Are you interested in leadership, Miss Griffin?”

“Not really. Being the leader was always Clarke’s thing. I’m more than happy to follow, and offer my support when needed.”

He hums. “I’m looking to form a team. One that will go out and search for more villages like this one, with rich soil and a good water source. You’re strong, you know how to fight, and you speak the language. You’d be a good fit. A good leader.”

The offer surprises you, which you forget to hide. “Sir, I’m not sure-”

He cuts you off, “Just think about it. You wouldn’t need to decide right now.”

“Thank you, Chancellor.”

He nods. “We’ll meet in the morning, discuss next steps. Let Bellamy know.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re dismissed.”

With that, you turn and walk out the door, eager to search for Kane.

-

next chapter

#bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 #the 100 rewrite #the 100 fanfiction

[rg-animalcrossing]

NOTE: THESE ARE NOT FOR SALE

I want to share what I have with everyone. I know this is possibly useless since the game has been out for an entire year but I have these amiibo cards left over from New Leaf. They all still work and I know in the new game you can get posters.

So here is my offer :)

If you want a poster of a character please DM me and when you come visit (or I visit you which ever) you pay for the price of poster and its yours.

Rules:

1. Posters will take a day to get as they come through the Nook Shopping Center.

2. I can only order 5 at a time so you will be put into the queue and given the date yours will be ready.

3. When its ready, you either come to my island (please no wet suits, tools, etc.) or I come to yours.

4. We will exchange the poster and the bells and I’ll be off!

QA:

1. Can I order more than one?

Of course! It’s first come first served who ever gets in the queue.

2. Do you have this __insert card here__?

Sadly what I’ve got is what I got. :) HOWEVER they seem to be coming out of the wood work at my apartment. So if I do wind up finding that character I will update the list and let you know.

3. Why are you doing this?

I know its damn near impossible to get these cards and if you just want a poster it can be frustrating. I had to restart my island (of my fault of my own) and I was without so many character posters that I had previously. I realized other people could go through this and wanted to help.

4. Why do I have to pay?

I can’t possibly front the bell cost for everyone to get a poster. I’m not asking for tip or anything unless the person just wants to. All I’m asking for is the exact amount of the poster purchase in bells. :) I wish I could do this for free but I can’t.

5. Are you selling any of the cards?

I am currently not. I’m proud of my collection and currently still use them in the older Animal Crossing, ACNH and Happy Home Designer.

6. What time are you on to exchange posters?

It will usually be after 5pm-10pm EST on the week days. And random times on the weekend this will depend on the person :) and what my plans are for the day.

7. How much are the posters?

Posters are 1,000 bells. That’s all I need when we exchange. :)

List of Villagers:

My Current Villagers:

Stitches

Fauna

Marshal

Eloise

Victoria

Reneigh

Pinky

Chrissy

Zucker

Lionel

Puppies:

Benjamin

Daisy

Goldie

Walker

Squirrels:

Mint

Pecan

Kangaroo:

Rooney

Hamster:

Clay

Frogs:

Diva

Puddles

Tigers:

Leonardo

Bangle

NPCs:

Timmy

Pascal

Isabelle

Luna

Sahara

Kicks

Cyrus

Jingle

Lions:

Rory

Wolfs:

Whitney

Sheep:

Curlos

Wendy

Horses:

Victoria

Ed

Julian

Colton

Cats:

Felicity

Katt

Punchy

Rover

Tabby

Bob

Kiki

Pigs:

Kevin

Truffles

Alligator:

Alli

Rhino:

Renee

Ardvarks:

Olaf

Cyrano

Anabelle

Penguins:

Aurora

Puck

Flo

Deer:

Diana

Lopez

Birds:

Blanche

Cranston

Amelia

Bunnies:

Bonbon

Gaston

Carmen

Tiffany

Francine

Bunnie

Monkeys:

Elise

Hans

Flip

Cows:

T-Bone

Coach

Ducks:

Sparro

Mallary

Joey

Jitters

Elephants:

Dizzy

Opal

Mice:

Chadder

Samson

Bella

Marina

Octavian

Bears:

Paula

Pudge

Barold

Nate

Beardo

Eugene

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing villagers

[leviiackrman]

Introducing my latest OCs:

Rob Young: Pinterest | Faceclaim

Sakiya: Pinterest | Faceclaim

Rob is an old uncharted oc I never fully fleshed out (until now!) and Sakiya is my new earthbending baby!

More info under the cut (i apologise, theres a lot of info/context for sakiya...):

Rob Young:

is best friend to J. Drake’s father, being around often when she was little until becoming her mentor later in life (also her godfather)

is the reason she got out of Panama (he bailed her out after tracking down her runaway ass)

helped to guide/train her (left that mostly to lara tho - and yes I like to think uc and tr are in the same universe, lara and nate would NOT get along to begin with)

works as the ‘informant’ in the treasure hunting business - knows the contacts and finds the jobs for everyone basically (including jess + charlie)

old friends with one Victor Sullivan - though they but heads often on how to do things ‘properly’

runs an underground bar where he conducts his ‘fortune hunting’ business, yknow, totally legal stuff...

likes to think hes classy enough for a suit - ‘the business man’ aesthetic,m but then wears dirty jeans/old leather jackets that smell of ash over the top so hes still ‘down with the cool kids’

doesn’t have a family or kids but considers jess his adoptive daughter - later grows to like sam too but deffo does the whole ‘im the dad, i will kill you’ thing

prefers being the ‘stay behind’ type during jobs - leaves his office only if necessary but enjoys a good adventure

is scary to his employees to keep the reputation up, but has the best sense of humour and cuddles

hes about 6′4, so can be intimidating - even to the gangly fucker that is sam

shaved his head when he was younger to be ‘cool’ (*cough* more like more streamlined... *cough*) but soon went bald anyway so it didn’t phase him

is the definiton of ‘bad grandpa’ to jess + sam’s kids - deffo didn’t give tobin a switch blade for his 6th bday...

Sakiya (translates to ‘cherry blossom growing’ in Japanese):

father Chozu was a part of the fire nation military (and experienced fire bender), mother Kaiya was a civilian earthbender from a small village in the earth kingdom

parents met during a patrol, her father was instructed to monitor the village for a few weeks and soon fell in love with her mother

kaiya used a carved staff to channel her earthbending, later teaching sakiya a few tricks with it - and later giving it to her

to keep her safe, he thought that bringing her willingly back to the fire nation would be safest - ‘right under their noses’ as it were... he was wrong...

years pass and they have Sakiya, raised as tho she were fully fire nation

mother worked as a handmaiden in the royal palace

she began bringing Sakiya with her to work to keep her out of trouble, where she later met Zuko and Azula - their mother encouraging she be a friend for Zuko while Azula played with Mai and Ty-Lee

grew friendly with the group over the years, eventually sneaking her pet puma Hayami with her for their play dates (at the other kids request)

hayami loosly translates to ‘rare and unusual beauty’ in Japanese, due to her abnormal puma size and powerful roar - she ain’t a normal puma if ya catch my drift

Azula grew frustrated with her preferring to be best friends with Zuko, and so out of jealously when Sakiya was 12, she discovered her families secret

Chozu was arrested and sentanced to death for his betrayal, while Kaiya was poisoned in their home, later discovered to be by a hired assassin of Azula’s doing

Sakiya was arrested while at the palace (in front of Zuko mind you) and taken into prison where she was interigated (whipped with fire on her back basically, to put it bluntly)

later covered her scars with tattoo engravings of a cherry blossom tree

Hayami - not being your average puma - helped her escape and brought them both to the earth kingdom

kept herself safe by cutting her hair off and running into the woods after being pursued by A LOT of assassins and bounty hunters

found a collection of ‘Elders’ - a group of older woman living in the canopies of the forrest - using the resources around them to survive + make poisons

they taught her how to balance herself emotionally, channeling her wisdom and tranquility into her earth bending skills

had taken her mothers staff with her upon her escape and so utilised her unique bending technique

they also named her Shen (loosly translating to ‘spiritual’ + ‘deep thinking’ in Chinese - to erase her past)

spent 3 years with the ‘Elders’ before leaving the safety of their camp as word of the Avatar’s return spread

saught out team avatar to aid them, proving she could help them through the guidance and wisdom she shared - also her earthbending but she’d prefer to resolve things without using it

she and Toph grew v close - their mix of personalities proving opposites do attract and they were practically besties

also assumed Zuko was involved in her families fall, so held a quiet grudge when he reoccured often in their adventures

saught him out at one point when she heard he was banished but was only faced with his anger - didn’t help the sitch much huh?

didn’t last v long tho as they grew close again when he joined the team

has a new family with team avatar and travels with them often

zuko taught her how to dance because she’s a monk of sorts, so she never knew how

has never seen snow before so katara was keen to show her

later also becomes chancellor to zuko when he becomes fire lord! because besties!!

whole other plot line of how her staff was techincally cursed with a ‘defence’ spell by her mum to keep her safe when she used it but backfired when she activated as it used her tranquility against her, releasing all the anger she surpressed over the years

general point - has never really been attracted to anyone and so never saught out romance, she was content with what she has which is her found family and amazing pet puma *heart eyes*

#oc: rob young #atla oc #uc oc #my ocs #wow i really rambled huh #shouldve just left it for her bio lmao #oh well #i just have sm to talk about for her!!! #like SO many details!!! #anyway #chuckhansen #noonvvraith #radlurk #kerryseurodyne #simonxriley #oc: shen

[musicallisto]

Congrats on 800! Can I please get a a vanilla milkshake for a male ro from the wayhaven chronicles?

I'm an infp and my enneagram is 4w3 (how would you rate being a 4w3?) My hogwarts house is ravenclaw and I'm a Taurus. Im 5'9 and I have long wavy black hair and brown eyes.

It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do I get really talkative and outgoing. I love reading, my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I also enjoy psychology, history and fashion. I adore adventures, witty banter, joking around and having discussions on different topics

I'd consider myself kind, empathic and smart. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and. I also love learning about new things and I've always got excellent grades without really trying. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic and I love being in love. I also have a way with words and I can talk my way out of any sticky situation!

Thank you very much, congrats once again! And I'm glad you finally did the accent challenge! The birds squawking in the distance added a very nice touch. Have a great day 🥰

thank you so much for your kind words (esp. about the accent challenge, I didn’t even realize you could hear the birds so much but I’m happy you enjoyed it)! I’m a 4w3 too, so I hope I understand your personality well - though from what you’ve described, we sound pretty similar in character! I must say that I think you and adam du mortain would make quite the nice pair...

Your first time meeting Unit Bravo is, thanks to Felix and Nate’s best efforts to put you at ease and start an agreeable companionship between all of you, pretty memorable. They are nothing but kind and welcoming from the very beginning... even Mason, in his so peculiar way.

But your relationship with Adam is a little less... warm; which is not to say that you don’t get along, but you are merely cordial to one another.

Truth to be told, you are a little bit intimidated by the vampire, by his ice-green gaze and his commanding silhouette, as though he were a stoic and impenetrable Army major... and with nine hundred years of life and war under his belt to boot.

Heavens, his eyes... were they always so bright and icy, or is it another of his vampire characteristics? And is it still only respect that you feel towards him?

The others, especially Felix, tease the both of you a lot about that so-called “tension” between the two of you. Tension that you categorically refuse to acknowledge, because it’s not real, and Felix is making things up, and there’s nothing weird or unsolved between Adam and you. Right?

But it’s true that you make one hell of a team when you’re partnered up together for rounds and nightly patrols in Wayhaven, or when you have to take on a mission for the Agency near the town. It seems as if you could understand each other perfectly, without the need for arguments or conflict...

Though Adam truly appreciates how well you express yourself. Your skill with words and negociation abilities have gotten you out of tricky situations before, and you always seem to rub people the right way, even when they’re a full pack or werewolves or other ungodly creatures.

And your eloquence reminds him of home, in a sense, or at least of all the times he’s traversed in his long, long life. It’s like you’ve always been there, by his side, even five hundred years before, murmuring exactly what he needed to hear in the crook of his neck.

Inevitably, after spending more and more time with each other on missions, he starts to let his skyhigh walls down as you progressively warm up to him.

A pretty important bonding factor is reading, because I imagine Adam is an avid reader, and he’s devoured books from all the time periods he’s lived through. Particularly classics and historical fiction, which give him a semblance of beloging to the worlds he left behind. So when he learns that you are a bookworm as well, he feels like the connection between you two has deepend. He’ll recommend you his favorite books and even tell you about the times he met some illustrious authors in the past.

It’s still the slowest of slow burns to actually give in to temptation and get in a relationship with him (I mean, this is Adam we’re talking about), but the sheer love you feel when you’re with him makes every second of the agony worth it.

He totally understands your need to be withdrawn every now and then - he feels that too, very often, and he needs some time alone in nature or surrounded by his work to recharge. He’ll totally give you whatever space you need, and always be here to give you a shoulder to lean on, or cry on should you need it, when things get rough.

He also appreciates your hopeless romantic side - contrary to what you might think, he is, in a way, kind of like that as well. Not that he’s one to make grand romantic gestures to express his affection, but he truly feels and recognizes the love and anguish he feels very viscerally, like a Shakespearian hero. But you’re here to help him externalize it all; even when he doesn’t find the words, or he’s afraid you might think it’s stupid of him to feel the way he does, you encourage him to ramble and get it all out of his system before he explodes.

He’s a bit clumsy on his feet, but if you want to share a dance, he’ll give in just for you. He’s seen countless waltzes and balls in his life, from the most powerful European courts to simple village festivities in his Medieval hometown, but nothing comes close to the peace and joy he feels when he holds you in his arms and tries his best to not step on your feet.

You’re all in all an absolute power couple, both when you’re fighting demons and just being domestic and fluffy together.

800 follower sleepover

#anon #800sleepover #twc #adam du mortain #adam du mortain headcanons #adam du mortain x reader

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Season 2; Episode 7: Restraint

Hello all! As you can see in the pairings, this is the first episode where (Y/N) is going to have some romance after Nate. I want to keep it a secret until you read the chapter which is why I don’t include the name in the pairings. Also I’ll probably never write hardcore smut just because I don’t think I’ll be good at it, but please give me any tips you may have about writing smut/mild smut. I’m not really sure if I did a good job or not so any feedback will be extremely helpful! As always constructive criticism is appreciated! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. 

Season 2; Episode 7: Restraint

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, ?? x Reader

Warnings: very mild smut (more like making out)

Word Count: 2,041

Season 2 Masterlist

Lydia brought me home after she finished translating the Kanima pages for us. The minute I was in the house I texted Allison to see if she talked to the boys yet. She hadn’t. Instead she was waiting for me so we could call them together.

I couldn’t stay at her house because Lydia would have gotten suspicious and I don’t need Lydia to think I’m choosing someone else over her. Allison called me and then I called Stiles, making a three way call.

“If Jackson doesn’t know what he’s doing then he probably doesn’t know someone’s controlling him.” Allison says.

“Or doesn’t remember.” Scott adds. 

“What if it’s the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital?” Stiles asks.

“A fugue state.” I say.

“He’d have to forget everything. The murder, coming home...” Scott trails off in thought.

There is a brief moment of silence, then Allison continues, “Getting rid of the blood.”

“But he had help with one thing. The video. Someone else helped him forget that.” Stiles pipes in.

“Probably whoever’s controlling him. I whisper, biting my lip in thought.

“Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?” Allison questions.

“He thinks he’s still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.” Stiles states.

“So we try to convince him he’s not?” 

“If it helps us figure out who’s controlling him, then yeah.” Scott says.

“You think he’ll talk to us after what we did?” Allison asks.

I scoff as Stiles answers, “Yeah. Totally. Right?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, it’s Jackson we’re talking about after all.” I say before hanging up.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Before first period Allison, Scott, Stiles and I go to the library. The two boys and I make sure we arrive before Allison and meet in a secluded section, where the security cameras cannot see us.

Allison and I stand in one aisle while Scott and Stiles stand in the one beside us. Allison opens her bag and pulls out a tablet, placing it on the shelf between us.

“It’s everything Lydia could translate. And trust us, she was very confused.” Allison says as I nod in agreement.

“What did you tell her?” Scott asks.

“That we’re part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.”

“I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” Stiles says.

I immediately cover my mouth with my hand to hide the smile threatening to appear.

“Does it say how to find out who’s controlling him?” Scott asks.

“Not really. But Stiles was right about murderers. It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There’s a story in there about a South American priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in the village-” I don’t get the chance to finish my sentence.

“So maybe it’s not all bad.” Stiles cuts me off.

Allison and I share a look before I continue, “Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to.”

“All bad. All very bad.”

“Here’s the thing, though. The Kanima’s actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can’t be until...” Allison pauses as a teacher passes by us.

Scott starts reading from the tablet, “Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it.”

“If it means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could’ve told you that myself.” Stiles says.

“What if it has to do with his parents? His real parents.” Allison asks.

“Does anybody actually know what happened to them? (Y/N)?” 

I shake my head, “I’m pretty sure they died when he was still a baby, but I honestly don’t know. Jackson isn’t really someone who openly has heart-to-hearts with his friends. Lydia may know, though.”

“What if she doesn’t know anything?”

“Well,” Allison sighs, “He didn’t get a restraining order against me. So I’ll try talking to him myself.”

“What do I do?” Scott questions.

“You’ve got a make-up exam, remember? For a few hours you need to concentrate on not failing out of high school. Otherwise, you’re not going to be helping anyone.”

Scott looks at Stiles and I. We both nod backing Allison up. “Promise me.” She speaks once more.

Allison reaches a hand between the books, taking his. “Okay. But if Jackson does anything, you run the other way.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“If you get hurt while I’m busy with a stupid test, someone’s going to need to take care of me. If he does anything...” Scott trails off.

“LIke?” Allison prompts.

“Anything weird, bizarre, anything.”

Stiles then pops his head through the shelf, “Anything evil.”

Allison nods then pushes his face back as I shake my head and mumble, “Dork.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I run a hand through my hair as I lean against the wall to take off my heels for a minute. I sigh and walk down the empty hall. Just as I turn the corner I nearly crash into someone. “You scared the hell out of me.” The person exclaims.

I let out a breath as I looked up at Matt, “I could say the same to you.”

“Nice heels.”

I look down at the black heels in my hand, “Oh. They’re new and bothering my feet.”

I bend back down to pull my heels on once more, “Same reason I never wear mine.” Matt jokes.

I lightly chuckle, “Funny.”

He opens his mouth to say something then pauses. I raise an eyebrow, “Yes?”

He takes a breath, like he’s trying to get the nerves to talk to me, “Did you hear about the underground show? I guess they’ve got some big name spinning.”

“You mean like a rave?”

“Is it still a rave if you don’t roll? I just call it a concert. I’ve got a hook-up for tickets if you’re down. Should I grab you one?”

“Uh... Like a date?”

“I mean, only if you want it to be one.”

I awkwardly smile, “I’m not really sure if I’m ready to start dating again.”

“That’s fine. It can be two friends hanging out then.”

I bite my lip, “Yeah. Sure.” I agree hesitantly.

“All right, cool. It’s Friday.”

“Looking forward to it.” I watch as he walks off down the hall.

*_*_*_*_*_*

At the end of the school day I find Stiles, “I can’t bring you home unless you want to wait for detention to get out.”

I gape at him, “What did you do now?”

“Why do you think I did something?” I raise an eyebrow, “It was Scott and Jackson who got into a fight. Harris just threw everyone that was around them in detention too.”

“Who else?”

“Erica, Allison, and Matt.”

I scrunch up my face, “Have fun in detention. I’ll figure out another way to get home.”

***

After getting a ride home from Lydia, who still hasn’t told me about what she wanted to talk to Allison and I about, I sit on my bed doing some homework and contemplating who could be controlling the Kanima. So far I have nobody on the mental list. So clearly I’m doing great.

My ears strain as I hear a noise downstairs. I slowly slide my notebook off my lap, placing it on my nightstand. I then quickly grab the metal baseball bat from underneath my bed. I grip it tightly in my hands as I move quietly down the stairs, my eyes rapidly moving to take in every inch of the room in front of me.

I hear a sound from my left and swing with all my strength.

“God, (Y/N). You have a damn powerful swing for someone so tiny.” The person says.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” I look on in shock as Isaac grips the bat, stopping it just inches from his face.

“Maybe I was hoping to catch you in the shower.” He smirks.

I scoff, “You’re disgusting. Seriously what are you doing here?” I gently place the metal bat at our feet.

“I was going to talk to you at school but you were too busy getting asked on a date.”

I roll my eyes, “It’s not a date. I don’t like Matt like that.”

“Does he know that?”

“I told him I wasn’t ready to start dating again.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t like him. And trust me, he likes you a lot.”

“Why does this concern you? Oh wait, it doesn’t.” I respond.

“Maybe it concerns me because I like you?” He says it as more of a question.

I narrow my eyes at him, “Are you asking or telling me?”

He smirks but stays quiet. I suddenly realize just how close the two of us are. His smirk widens, probably because he can hear just how fast my heart is beating at the revelation. “I really want to kiss you right now.” He mumbles.

Before I can stop myself I whisper, “Then what’s stopping you?” In an instant his lips cover mine, one of his hands are on my waist while the other is tangled in my hair. Both of my hands are tightly gripping onto his shirt trying to bring our bodies closer together.

I release the death grip I have on his shirt to instead lightly pull on his curly hair. He brings both of his hands to my butt muttering a ‘jump’ through the kiss. I do as he says then quickly pull away for breath. “My room,” I gasp out. He nods then starts to climb the steps as I lightly suck and nibble on his neck.

Isaac kicks my door shut as he lets out a low growl. He gently lays me on my bed and rips his shirt off, climbing on top of me. Our lips attach once more, his hands roughly grabbing at my hips, pushing my shirt up. We quickly break apart only to pull my shirt off then reattach our lips for a third time.

I break the kiss again so I can catch my breath, Isaac uses this moment to stat kissing my chest. Instinctively I push my chest closer to him as I moan out his name, “Isaac.” My hands grip his shoulders and legs wrap around his waist.

He places sloppy kisses on my chest and neck as my hands start to wander down to his jeans. I start to unbutton his pants but he stops me, pulling away. “What’s wro-” I cut myself off as his breathing becomes heavier and his claws start to grow from his fingertips. He quickly backs away from me and closes his hand into a tight fist.

“Isaac...” I tentatively whisper, slightly nervous that he won’t be able to regain control.

I sit up as he answers, “I’m alright.” He turns back around and opens his hands. His claws are now replaced by fingernails. “Maybe we shouldn’t try that again until I have control.”

I nod in agreement. Then quirk an eyebrow, “So you think we’re going to try that again?”

All he does is reaches down and tosses me my shirt with a small smile on his face. “Thanks,” I mumble as we fix ourselves. “I’m guessing that wasn’t the original reason why you came here?”

He looks at me and hesitates to answer, “No. Derek thinks you know who the Kanima is.”

“Derek’s a smart guy. I’m sure he can put it together.” I stand up and cross my arms as I answer.

“That’s all I’m going to get?” Isaac raises an eyebrow.

I nod, “And you won’t be telling anyone what happened between us if you want it to happen again. I don’t need my brother freaking out about me sleeping with a werewolf.”

Isaac smirks, “Are you sure you’re not concerned about what your date might think? Also, you think we’re going to try that again?”

I roll my eyes and flip him off but can’t stop the smile that falls onto my lips, “I already told you, it’s not a date. And about this,” I gesture between us, “You’re hot. So I personally don’t mind doing this again. Now get out of my house.”

#teen wolf imagine #series rewrite #sister mccall imagine #lydia martin imagine

[keeponshouting]

After Infection

Chapter 2 of my original character massive multiverse mash-up. ...only like four people are reading this but whatever.

After Infection: Chopping Mall

“My name’s Shannon,” she says as they all sprawl about in the middle of a department store’s ransacked home furnishings section. “I’m a daycare worker and lifeguard. I—I saw one of those things run straight into the pool. He just…tackled the other lifeguard and—and dove right in. God, it was—it was terrible! Everything was—I—I just got in my car and started driving and my boyfriend… My boyfriend worked here so I came looking for him. He—he wasn’t here but the parking lot was a mad house! Someone hit my car and drove off and I was just—” She takes a deep breath and forces a shaky smile back into place. “Eric saw me stranded and let me in.”

“I’m Eric.” One of the security guards takes the mention of his name as a good segue into his own introduction. “Me and Jamie were on duty when everything just…went nuts.” The other guard raises his hand in a wave but says nothing. “There, um, used to be four of us but… Well, some of those things got in before we locked down.” His grimace says it all. “We’ve run into a few since then but only on the first floor so we mainly stay up here unless we need to make supply runs and no one goes down there alone.” He laughs, though it comes out hollow. “I was supposed to be going off shift, y’know? Then people started attacking each other in the parking lot and…” He shrugs.

The other girl who had been waiting inside clears her throat, anxiously tugging at the photo ID around her neck. “I, uh, I’m—” She clears her throat again and sits up straight. “Jo. I’m Jo. I was on a manager shift at—Well, I guess it doesn’t matter where I worked anymore, huh? Um. We were supposed to have a meeting last night – new stock and all that – but everybody’s always tired of eating at the food court so I just let them all go out and get dinner from this place across the street and then they’re supposed to come back and…” Her hand closes into a fist around her lanyard. “N-nobody came back. I had my headphones on when I heard a gun go off somewhere and Scott – he was one of the other guards – he came in and told me to get upstairs. There was—there was blood fucking—it was everywhere! Blood and—”

Shannon places a hand on Jo’s shoulder.

Someone else clears their throat and a low, slightly uncertain voice pipes up. “Uh, hi. My name’s Dennis and I’m a zombie survivor?” There is a small ripple of laughter and that seems to bolster his confidence a bit as he stretches out his absurdly long legs for a moment, then folds them loosely in front of himself as he leans back against his boyfriend’s knees and smiles. “So, yeah, I’m Dennis and this is Nate. We, uh… We were in town to, uh…” That seems to be where his confidence wavers again, though, and he leans his head back to look up at Nate.

Nate sighs and gives a small wave, taking stock of the group of people around him. His smile looks far more preoccupied than the one Dennis had to offer. “We were visiting some friends in the area. Planned on going out to do some hunting.” He points to the shotgun leaned up against the arm of his chair as evidence. “That went about how you might expect.”

The next speaker looks almost as nervous as Dennis at first but a deep breath seems to change his demeanor entirely, leaving him with an easy smile and a new air of confidence. “I’m Alex.” That confidence is put to the test as he glances down at the flakes of dried blood and god alone knows what else left on his palms. It leaves his face a little paler when he looks back up again and he distracts himself by introducing his friends instead of delving into their situation. “This is Val…Macy…Sasha…Nick. The dog’s Parker. We’re—”

“5 Year Mentality!” Her anxiety forgotten, Jo sits forward, eyes wide and excited. “Oh my god! I knew you looked familiar. Alex Niccols. Holy shit. I was supposed to go to your concert tomorrow.”

Val grunts, lip turning upward in a not at all subtle scowl. “Great. End of the world and we’re still stuck with a fucking fangirl.”

Jo’s face goes red and Alex sighs, confidence dissolving nearly as quickly as it had appeared. “Uh, yeah. We’re on tour. Well, we were anyway. Our driver stopped to help somebody on the side of the road and…yeah.”

“So, uh,” Dennis seems to have either regained his own courage or decided that helping Alex regain his is just more important and leans forward with a faint grin. “You usually tour with a vintage T-bird in tow?”

Alex actually laughs and grins right back. “Figured the guy who bought it wasn’t gonna be using it any time soon. If I’m gonna die anyway—” He shrugs. “—might as well drive to hell in style, right?”

Most of their circle laughs as well, taking any chance they can to relax for however short a time, and as soon as they go quiet again there is a little squeak and “I’m Amanda! I’m five!” Which gets all those who laughed before to do so again and finally draws attention to the last unwitting member of their little village.

Nate is the one who finally leans forward, perfectly nonchalant as he drapes his arms down over Dennis’s chest and yet… “Your turn, draugs.”

The man now holding everyone’s attention leans back into his chair, eyebrows raised as he takes a lazy drag off of his cigarette, ignoring everyone else in favor of studying the young man who seems to be so intent upon studying him. “Viktor.”

There is an uneasy shift among the others and Nate narrows his eyes for a moment before nodding. “Pleasure to meet you, Viktor. Just out of curiosity, since I couldn’t help but notice that you’re packing pretty heavy and you’ve got – what? – a sniper set up somewhere out there?” Around them, everyone else shares a few wary glances. Dennis sighs and mutters something in Nate’s ear but his words are ignored. “So, what exactly is it that you do for a living?”

Viktor takes another drag and leans forward, blowing a long stream of smoke out of the corner of his mouth as he plasters on a perfectly placid smile. “Former FBI, current investigative specialist. Federal reserve.” He shrugs. “My partner just happens to be manning the military surplus shop across the lot. Hell of a shot, ne?”

It is silent for a full minute, everyone just watching the two men stare at one another before Shannon sits up, her voice cracking just slightly as she suggests that they start making plans for the best way to make sure everyone is comfortable for the night.

---

“Any bright ideas, bossman?”

Viktor scowls and knocks cigarette ash over the sea of undead below as he looks toward the distant rooftop where he knows his partner to have set up camp. “Aside from shooting the perky daycare woman who won’t let me smoke in peace? Ne.”

There is a snort on the other end of the line. “Patience, ’mano. Not your strong suit with people, I know, but a good thing to have. Necessary even.”

“Sklapni. I’m not threatening to shoot the five year old. What more do you want?”

Everything goes quiet for a moment aside from the groaning and howling of the jostling horde and then, “Five year old?”

With a grunt, Viktor takes a seat on the edge of the roof and flicks the smoldering butt of his cigarette into the crowd. “Ano. Yes. My army consists of a daycare worker, a store manager, two security guards, a couple of hunters, a bunch of rockstars, and a five year old.” He pauses for a moment before adding, “And a dog.”

Miguel sounds distracted as he laughs in his ear. “And the only one you get along with es el perro.”

“Pretty much.”

“How did I know?”

“Hn.”

Another cigarette flashes into life on either side of the plaza and there is another quiet moment.

“Just try to play nice over there, sí?”

“Define nice.”

Viktor can almost hear the roll of the other man’s eyes and that, at least, puts a genuine smile on his face.

---

“So, uh, we got a plan yet?”

Nate frowns, glancing up toward Dennis’s place at the door to the main store before returning to rummaging through the rear of the hatchback. When the group as a whole had decided that they might as well just hold tight in the mall for a while, what with how many undead currently had them surrounded, Dennis had suggested that the two of them should probably head back down and see what sort of useful supplies they could believably scrounge up while maintaining the cover of a plain old hunting trip. Eric and that band kid, Alex, had come down with them but they had since headed back upstairs with a bunch of luggage that had been left in the T-bird upon first arrival. It is painfully quiet, aside from the muffled groans emanating from the zombie horde outside and the intermittent noises of the ventilation system kicking in and out and that obviously has Dennis on edge. To be fair, it has Nate pretty twitchy, too. Occasionally the garage door rattles but whatever Alex had done to the gears earlier is thus far doing an extremely impressive job of keeping any creeping fingers from wiggling their way underneath. Unless the zombies managed to full-out bust their way through, that door is going absolutely nowhere.

“The way I see it,” Nate says, “we don’t actually have a lot of options. In fact, all we’ve got right now is the knowledge that we’re relatively well-armed and stocked on food. Twelve people and a dog could probably live in here for a month or two without any trouble.”

There is a pause before Dennis takes a deep breath and blurts out, “What about Viktor’s partner?”

That makes Nate stop and he slowly raises his head to peer over at Dennis again, finding his eyes met and locked. “What about him?”

Dennis furrows his brow. “We’re supposed to help people, right? Protect them from—I mean, this kind of thing would—Zombies are in the bestiary so…”

“Yes.” With a sigh, Nate moves out from behind the car and leans his shoulder into passenger side instead, arms crossed over his chest. “Yes, zombies are in the bestiary and yes, we are supposed to help people and okay, fine, that includes the secretive asshole and his sniper, despite the fact that I am absolutely certain that both of them can pretty obviously take care of themselves and—” He holds up a hand to hush whatever is about to come out of Dennis’s mouth next. “—yes, I am aware that we should be grateful for his sniper’s help. We’d have had a hell of a time getting in here without him. Satisfied?”

There is a pause, Dennis pressing his lips together in thought, then he offers a sheepish smile and shrugs. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Any other questions? Things you want to tell me off for?”

“Actually, yeah, question. Am I allowed to play with Amanda or would that be considered befriending your enemy by association?”

Nate throws his hands up and just goes right back around to finish resorting their supplies for easy transport. “He’s not my enemy, you dope, he’s just keeping secrets and I don’t like it. Besides, I know what everyone else is thinking and I’m not convinced that Amanda’s actually his but…”

Dennis grins and comes over to join him, bending his knees and stooping to bridge the height gap between them as he kisses Nate on the cheek. “She sure does seem attached to him, though, huh?”

“Stop trying to throw your back out, you fucking giant.” Nate gives him a proper kiss, then shoves a bag of camping gear into his chest to hide his own smile. “Now let’s get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.”

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“So here’s the deal,” Eric had said the moment that they were all gathered again. “This is the best furniture department in the mall so I’m making the executive decision that we stay put. We’ve only got three storefronts between here and the nearest restrooms but I’d still rather we didn’t let anybody go alone or unarmed just in case. We’ll take turns keeping watch overnight because I don’t know about the rest of you but that’ll definitely help me sleep easier. Anybody needs PJs or just some clean clothes—” He makes a point of looking toward Alex with only a quick glance toward Viktor. “—I can open up pretty much any store you want. Not like anybody’s asset management is going to come yelling at me any time soon. Just stick to the second floor. Agreed?”

Half an hour later, they are all down to the varying levels of undress in which they intend to sleep and are discussing the logistics of who is going to sleep where. Well, most of them are, anyway. Some people have simply taken up residence in their own selected spots and silently informed everyone else to fuck off. Luckily, Viktor’s selected spot happens to be on the furthest sofa away from pretty much everyone else. Meanwhile, the band kids have pulled a futon off of its display and tucked it in behind the nearby help desk with an assortment of pillows and blankets piled up around it like an extremely compact sleepover and Shannon and Jo have moved a few curtain display units to create their own little room. Nate and Dennis find things a little more difficult and have to hunt for a display mattress that isn’t going to completely kill Dennis’s back, a task which no one else seems to have realized would be such a feat until the giant finally stood at his full 7-foot height in front of everyone to help retrieve some bedding from a higher shelf. Even Viktor had looked a bit shocked by that.

By the time the main lights cut out, everything seems to be just about settled, and Eric does one last lap of the group before dropping a couple of blankets into the recliners that he and Jamie had selected. “We all good? I can dim the security lights a little if they’re bugging anybody too much. Want make sure everybody gets some sleep.” His words, however, draw very little attention as there is a much more pressing matter in need of attending just beyond the next display.

“Amanda, honey?” Shannon is crouched down by the little girl who is currently curled up on the floor, clinging to Parker and using the dog’s broad back as a pillow. Not far away, Dennis and Nate share a quick glance, one worried and the other significantly more frustrated.

“Amanda,” Shannon says again, still receiving no response. “Do you want to come sleep with me, maybe? Jo and I have our own little space. It can be just us girls. What do you say?”

The five year old just bites her lip and curls up a little bit tighter.

“She can keep Parker out there if she wants,” Alex quietly offers. “He’d get too hot over here anyway.”

After another moment, Macy gets up and pads out with one of their blankets and an extra pillow for the little girl even as Shannon keeps trying. “Amanda. Come on, baby. You can have your own bed and everything. We’ll make it up nice and soft and—”

The exasperated grunt that finally makes her stop causes everyone to jump and though most of them are unable to really see him from where they sit, Viktor’s one arm rises just barely into everyone’s view. “Jdeš sem, holčička.” His hand motions her over somewhat roughly. “Come here.”

Still biting her lip, Amanda slowly sits up but only hesitates until he finally opens one eye and turns his head to face her, brow arched with an irritable, “Well?” Then she hops to her feet and scurries over to curl up on the man’s chest. He simply ignores their audience, tosses part of his blanket over her, and closes his eyes once again.

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The first morning comes and goes in a general whirl of coffee and the occasional cigarette, breakfast provided courtesy of Shannon and the nearest break room, until they all hear a whole lot of noise coming from somewhere downstairs and everything immediately goes quiet amongst them. It only takes a few minutes of hushed discussion for them to decide that the security guards and hunters will run recon and see if they can find the source. They return almost as quickly with the news that some of animals have escaped from the pet store and are now wandering freely about the first floor. This, of course, begs the question of how that might have happened and leads to the subsequent decision that they are going to have to do another sweep of the lower level in the very near future.

“So…” Alex watches as Macy and Amanda play with a box of kittens that Dennis had collected from the shop’s window, the little furballs happily climbing all over the ever patient Parker. “In all likelihood, there’s at least one more of those things still down there.”

“That’s all we can figure,” Eric agrees with a shrug. “By the time we got to the pet shop, it wasn’t there anymore but I can’t really think of any other explanation.”

Nate nods. “Half of the cages were on the floor. Even if the animals just got spooked by something, there’s the matter of what could have scared them.”

Val is the one who finally gets tired of the ensuing silence and leans forward to place her elbows on the table with a pointed thunk. “So, boys and girls, are we hunting this bitch down or what?”

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The mall is basically shaped like an X and it only makes sense that they divide up into four hunting parties. Eric and Jamie stick together to cover the wing with the food court so they can be sure to check all of the nooks and crannies but the rest of the teams are divided with weapons proficiency in mind. Nate and Val take one hall, Dennis and Jo take another, and Alex finds himself headed down the last one with Viktor. It takes a great deal of arguing with a very panicked little girl to get that last one to fly, though.

“We don’t know which way it would’ve gone,” Eric had told them, “so watch your back.”

Val had checked her gun and flashed Viktor a glare at that, adding a simple, “And your partner’s.”

Aside from the occasional shop still playing its music mix through the in-store speakers, however, and a video place with ads still looping on their front display, their slow walk down hall four is proving to be surprisingly quiet. Watching some random anime character run across an absurdly oversized tv screen, Alex figures that the silence is really what creeps him out the most. He feels pretty safe assuming that the others are at least talking to their partners enough to strategize but his companion? Yeah, not so much. At least he can be sure that Viktor, of all people, is going to completely ignore the sight of the four-by-six-foot poster of his face plastered to the inside of some alt shop’s front window, signs around it displaying a countdown to a concert that will never happen. Anyone else and there might have been some sort of comment but no. With Viktor, he gets absolutely nothing. Just keep on walking and get the job done. For that much, Alex is pretty damn grateful.

Contrast to the eerie silence, the crash of a sign falling somewhere down an exit corridor is nearly enough to make him piss himself. “Fuck.” His voice cracks in a tremendously unflattering fashion. “Please just be a puppy or something.”

Viktor actually snorts at that as he returns from checking the entrance space to the nearest restrooms. He still says nothing, just brings his gun to the ready and starts toward the source of the sound. Alex takes a deep breath before following close behind, then has to literally bite his tongue to stop himself from swearing when he jumps at the sound of something running into the doors on the other side of a massive fountain and welcome sign. It is definitely not a puppy.

“I take left,” Viktor instructs, voice low and eyes focused on whatever lie ahead.

Well, shit. Alex takes a deep, steadying breath, and carefully creeps off to the right. He barely has to round his side of the fountain to see it.

What looks like it was once a janitor is there at the locked door, smearing blood all over the class as it claws at its own reflection. On the left, Viktor whistles to get the thing’s attention. To the right, Alex’s heart just about stops when it turns toward him instead. Luckily, it hits the ground with a hole in its head before it even gets close enough for him to properly smell.

“Well,” Viktor mutters, “that was a bit too—Duck.”

“Huh?”

The shriek behind him is more than enough to help Alex process the order, though, and he dives out of the way at almost the exact same time as a bullet whizzes past, not nearly far enough from where his head had just been for his liking. It leaves the second janitor sprawled in a double-dead bloody mess on top of him and he finally lets the curses he had been holding back burst right out.

Like some sort of terrible chain reaction, you shoot one and the sound draws the attention of another. A good dozen or so are banging on the outside doors now with another wave coming up behind them and when he looks back—“Behind you!”

A few trips to the shooting range with his grandfather had shown Alex early on that his aim was shit under pressure which is just another reason why he appreciates being paired up with the big, mean, Federal agent. All that Alex has to manage is a single shot that does enough to slow the attack and then it feels kind of like watching a high-end action film in real life. Viktor spins with the warning barely out of Alex’s mouth and has his hand perfectly positioned to catch the creature by the throat as it loses its balance mid-lunge. The weight and momentum are enough to knock Viktor’s feet out from under him, sure, but he keeps his hold, hand locked tight under the joint of the jaw, even as they both crash into the fountain’s pool. Not two seconds later, his pistol is still pointed at where the monster’s right eye had once been and the entrance hall is splattered with… Well, Alex would really rather not think about it.

That silence comes in again, everything gone deathly still aside from the splashing of the water and the rattling of the undead at the doors, and then Alex’s voice cracks again. “What the fuck do you pack, man?”

Viktor tosses the corpse aside and spits a wad of red and grey as he climbs back out onto dry land. “Glock 20C. 10 mm Auto. Good for hunting deer.”

“Fuck.”

“Hm.” There is a pause as the man looks himself over and grimaces before spitting again and mutter more to himself than to current company, “Well, here’s hoping the infection requires them to swallow bits of you.”

Alex simply stares up at him, slack-jawed, from his place on the floor until Viktor arches a brow. “Co?” “You—” Alex blinks, splutters. “Dude. You have a sense of humor.”

Viktor huffs and the sound very nearly sounds like a laugh. “Lose your new sweetheart and let’s finish this job.” Another blink, a look of confusion, and then Alex slowly turns his head to all but shriek as the dead janitor’s face falls a little closer to his own.

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There is a low whistle over the line as Viktor pulls a chair up to the edge of the roof. “Mierda, ’mano. What happened to you?”

So begins an excellent afternoon, much as zombie hunting had begun such an excellent morning.

“We need a plan before I shoot something living,” Viktor states some time later as he levels his sights on another target. “The zatracený daycare girl is still trying my patience and at least one other person in here would be more than happy to see the store manager gone.” He fires. “If we don’t get out of here soon…”

“Just don’t forget me once you get out, sí?”

Viktor snorts. “What do you think I’m going to do, just leave you on the roof with your rifle and drive off into the sunset with a bunch of people I can’t even stand?”

“Watch the sarcasm, ’mano. I might be tempted.”

Looking up, Viktor smirks directly into the rifle’s sights. “Go ahead. Most people in here would likely be relieved.”

There’s a tsk-ing noise and he can see the weapon being lowered on the other rooftop. “No fun if you make it easy.”

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