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dark9896 · 1 year

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Day 31-3 [Dog/ Lucky/ Daniel]

Prompt: "You know what you have to do..."

Dog

"Oh no, not this..." Dog was blowing this whole game way out of proportion... again, "Anything but that!"

You sighed, "You know what you have to do, sug. Your turn wouldn't be over with until afterwards."

"There has to be another move!" He frowned, "One where I don't clean half your pieces."

Every. Single. Time you two played checkers or chess this happened. Heck, any competitive game where you couldn't be on the same side was like this. All because your sweetheart of a lover didn't like being 'mean' whilst spending time with you.

And every single time, you had to remind his dorky butt that it was just a game. That it was meant to be fun, not taken seriously.

"Sug, there really isn't another move." You half chuckled, "Not a quote unquote legal one at least."

Dog looked like a cartoon character with those big puppy eyes and a slightly poked-out lip. Fawk! He was adorable and sad all at once. It took all your willpower to not laugh at just how cute he was. But, that was the game.

Looking completely defeated, Dog moved his chip across the board, gently making the clicking noises. All you could do was shake your head in a bemused way, he was acting like he was declaring war or something.

"King me..."

You put the chip on his piece then nearly mirrored his own move, claiming several pieces that had lined up perfectly.

"There, now we're even." You said, "It isn't the end of the world to win a game of checkers against me, sug."

Dog would strongly disagree, but his mood did improve a little with you leveling the playing field.

Lucky

How could you have been so very careless? Now here you were, strapped to a cross and slowly going insane. You had devoted your life to hunting and fighting these monsters and now you were one of them. What would your lover think?

You honestly couldn't say. He was an eccentric man after all, Blitz would probably want to ask a hundred questions before someone sealed you away.

The sudden brightness of the door opening cut through your thoughts quickly. A familiar-sounding footstep pattern approaching the post you were currently bound to.

"[Name]..." Yep, it was Lucky alright, "What? How? You were the operative that had been captured? But..."

"I'm sorry honey." You muttered, "But you know what you have to do. I... I don't want to live as a monster."

"Sweetie, no" He looked you in the eye, not even phased that they were blood red, "That's exactly why you could live. There are peaceful blood breeds. We could take the necessary steps to get whatever you need to..."

"Blitz, no." You wanted to cry so very badly, "I'm not going to be able to live like that. It isn't a life I want to deal with. Just... please. Seal me away and get this over with."

Blitz looked up at your bare body. Taking in how pale you were now, how the fangs looked peeking out from your upper lip, that pained expression across your face. After a pregnant pause and a deep sigh...

"Alright, sweetheart." He nodded, "I'll call for back up and we'll get this all fixed. I love you."

"I love you too."

Daniel

"What kind of lousy, ego-tripping, puffed maniacal-"

"Can you please shut up so I can figure out how to escape?" You turned to Daniel, frustrated to hell and back, "Unless you want to stay locked in this box longer."

He begrudgingly shut up, a half frown across his face. To be honest, Daniel probably should have listened to you. Or at least given you the common courtesy of trusting you. He still had deep feelings for you, and he hated it.

Mostly because he couldn't tell if you still felt the same way about him.

You however, were just annoyed at the current situation. Having long since accepted that Daniel just needed time to figure himself out and knowing how difficult it must be to have a lover in Libra. Especially given his job as a police officer and just how much strain that would put on any relationship.

There wasn't a door to be seen though. Even after a close inspection of the wall that you could have sworn you were thrown in through. It left you worried about the possibility of being a target on someone's list and getting Daniel caught in the middle of it. Another huge motivator for why you were okay with just splitting up without a fuss.

"I take it you can't figure it out then?" Daniel huffed, "Great, just great. Locked in a box with my ex and--"

You groaned, "You don't ever shut up, do you? Always moaning and groaning about everything being unfair just because it isn't the way you want life to work out."

"Hey!"

"No!" You stamped your foot, turning to him, "I'm going to say what's on my mind. You broke up with me simply because I'm a Libra operative. No regard for how I might feel about the situation or anything like that. it all happened because you didn't want to 'fraternize with the enemy' or something stupid like that. We were always on the same side Danny!"

As badly as he wanted to argue, Daniel held his tongue with a bitter groan. He knew how his decision probably looked from your end. Given just how many secrets and lies had come to light that night. But he...

"And just when things started actually seeming okay, this happens." You huffed, "The one thing I was trying to avoid. The one thing that made the break up seem like a necessary sacrifice instead of a great tragic heartache."

"Wait, what?" Daniel finally managed to look at your face, the upset look didn't sit right with him, "You didn't want to break up, but you still let it happen?"

"Of course I didn't want to break things off." You sighed, "But you kept accusing me of lying and... I know how dangerous it is to be involved with a Libra operative so... I did what I thought was right, what should have protected you from situations like this and..."

"Pie..."

You looked up, a single tear threatening to fall, "But that doesn't matter now. We're stuck in here with no means of..."

You leaned down, finally having spotted the seal on the room. Daniel hated having to admit how he felt about you, even after all the time spent apart. He still loved you.

"Well, this is awkward." You pinched the bridge of your nose, "The seal is designed so that we can't leave until we kiss."

"Then you know what you have to do, right?" Daniel sheepishly opened his arms despite having the same bravado in his voice, "I mean, I still want to. If you don't mind being with this tired, old, arrogant jerk-wad."

"We'll see how we feel after we're no longer trapped in this box." You allowed yourself to return to the comfortable position between Daniel's arms, "Assuming you don't mind that I am a Libra operative."

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danses-with-dogmeat · 3 years

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could you write the sensory overload prompt with fallout new vegas companions as well (including benny)? and maybe butch deloria if thats not too much ^^

Romanced! FO3 & FONV Companions React to Autistic!Six/Lone with Sensory Overload Anxiety

Whoops, I ended up doing all of the companions from FO3 as well, my bad 🤷‍♀️

But here they are! Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope you enjoy!

This prompt with FO4 R!Companions

FONV

Arcade:

The doctor would want to help, would actually know how to help, but he may just get overwhelmed as well. He tends to focus on Six themself, rather than the situation surrounding them, that’s where the panic tends to get to him. But Six, he can deal with. If possible, he will try to remove his companion from their stressful surroundings, but whether or not he is able, Arcade tries to stay calm, using his voice, and breathing techniques and exercises he’s read about to try and deflate their rising anxieties. He tends to make sarcastic comments in the aftermath, more so to expel his own pent up anxiety than to help Six, but they don’t need to know that.

Benny:

He's scared out of his mind the first time it happens. Six is pretty much invincible in his eyes, so this… just being around loud noises and such? That's what's rustling their jimmies? Wack. For a small moment, he feels like it's his fault, and even after the courier informs him that this is just a part of who they are, that they have always been this way, he still feels another dizzying pang of regret, knowing that a couple of bullets to the brain probably couldn't have helped their preexisting condition in any way. Over time, he'd get better about helping to calm his partner down, but he starts out rather overbearing, touching them too much, talking too quickly, having a panicked reaction that tends to only escalate the sensory overload they're experiencing. At least Six wouldn't have to worry about their safety in a combat situation with the Ben-man at their side. He's one of the best shots in the Mojave (if not the best). No one is getting past him. He may be an old hat when it comes to injuring Six, but he'll be hot diggidy damned if he's gonna let someone else lay a finger on them under his watch.

Boone:

First off, the sniper would try to prevent Six from entering into any stress-filled situations at all, reminding them that he is more dangerous from a distance anyway. However, he knows that, in the Mojave, avoiding dangerous or overwhelming environments altogether is damn near impossible, so he’ll try to be prepared. He’s dealt with his own vicious bouts of PTSD long enough to have developed coping mechanisms to help him, and has actively used tools like sunglasses and ear plugs in his time with the 1st Recon, which he would recommend to them as well. Boone would approach his partner in their time of need, trying to refrain from being overbearing, but ultimately his support wouldn’t waver as he helped Six try to come down from their state of panic.

Cass:

She honestly doesn't understand how Six has been able to survive in this world with their sensory overload anxiety, and she respects them even more now that she knows they have managed to. She may not be the best at helping them handle their stress, so she usually leaves Six to their own devices while she works on removing anything that could be causing her partner's apprehension. Once the threat is gone, she'll stand nearby until Six has managed to calm themself down, just to cover them and keep an eye out. When it seems to be over, she likes to bring them somewhere to unwind; and enjoys simply sitting with them and maybe having a drink or two as they recover their strength, and bearings.

Raul:

He’ll talk them through the whole ordeal. Is he nervous about their state of panic? Probably. But his partner doesn’t need to know that. The ghoul doesn’t know a lot in terms of dealing with meltdowns, but for Six, he’ll try. Whatever sort of exercises they start to engage in to get their anxiety under control, he’ll be beside them, trying to participate, to help them through it if they seem to be struggling. He’ll get better at dealing with it over time, but it always scares him a bit to see his partner this way. Evidently, he will become more and more aware of his surroundings the more they travel together, and will try to keep them away from the situations he finds tend to set them off.

Veronica:

Whatever it was that seemed to have Six panicked, Veronica would seek to expel it in whatever way she can (but she's most enthusiastic when it involves punching). Her physical assault of the enemies responsible would be relentless, but should the episode be caused by something else, Veronica would be less comfortable dealing with it, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t try. She mostly leaves Six to figure out their meltdown on their own, maybe going through breathing exercises with them and sticking by their side, but letting them calm themself of their own accord. Her involvement with the Berotherhood has taught her enough to know not to add any pressure to someone enduring this amount of stress. However, when they do eventually tell her that they are through the worst of it, she would try to give them some form of physical contact to help reassure them that she’s there for them, if they are comfortable with it.

FO3

Butch:

He’s known Lone a long time, and since they were kids, he’s been learning about the sort of situations that set them off. Now that they’re together, he’ll try his hardest to think back to all the times they were overwhelmed, and would attempt to keep them from these types of environments as best as he can. That doesn’t always work though, given the differences between the vault and the unpredictable outside world. Despite this, he also tends to remember the way their father used to help them when they became panicked like this, and will try to replicate these actions in order to best help his companion. Once he's succeeded in helping them calm down, they might have to return the favor, as their panic tends to do a number on Butch. Though he has seen them in such a state more than a few times, that doesn’t mean he likes it one bit, or will ever be truly used to it.

Charon:

Calm and collected as ever, Charon would systematically eliminate all stressful factors that could be affecting Lone. When he had seen to that task, he would turn to his partner, standing by their side and waiting for direction of how best he could help them. If they can recover on their own, he’ll be nearby to cover them, but if they are in need of his assistance, as long as they tell him what they need, he will oblige. In the aftermath of Lone’s meltdown, Charon would keep his blue eyes locked on them as his worry wears away at his stoic exterior. They will need to tell him that they are okay, or else he will refuse to carry on with their travels. Until he knows they can handle it, he won’t allow them to set off again.

Clover:

The poor thing would do everything wrong in this instance. She would try so damn hard to help her partner in their time of need, but ultimately she would prove to only add to the list of overwhelming factors surrounding Lone. As soon as she saw the panic wash over her companion, she would be by their side, speaking to them quickly, and as quietly as she could, but her own anxiety would cause a high pitch to sound from her throat as she tried to talk her companion down, running her hands over their arms as she does her best to support them, her frantic touches only serving to quicken their heartbeat further as they felt trapped by her concerned caresses. Once Lone finally does manage to settle down, Clover would be almost hurt by their lack of reciprocation when she tried to aid them; that is, until Lone explains to her that there are better ways for her to help. Now Clover just has to remember this for future instances...

Cross:

She’s been a soldier long enough to know how to deal with stress on the battlefield, but it’s somehow different when it’s her partner going through the ordeal. She’ll be uncharacteristically tender as she takes them through the motions she was taught to use in order to calm her fellow soldiers’ nerves. Her voice would remain soft, her touches gentle, her brows knitted together in concern until Lone finally showed signs of calming down. The paladin would release a long breath, as though finally expelling her own apprehension at the situation, and then would straighten herself up, returning to the seasoned soldier she was in order to face whatever was left of the situation at hand.

Fawkes:

The super mutant has a difficult time with subdelty, and would be worried about overwhelming Lone from his own loud tendencies. Should they start becoming uncomfortable while in his presence, he would actually distance himself from them, trying to turn away any additional factors that could be playing a part in their overload. Once they appear to have calmed themself, Fawkes will check in, apologize, and ask if there was anything he could do to prevent such occurrences from happening while they are in his company.

Jericho:

Fucking hell. We live in the Capital Wasteland. The whole damn place is just one big ass stressful situation. Are they serious?! He’d be confused, and a little pissed off, but if he has a soft spot for anyone, it’s Lone. Dammit. He won’t really know what to do, but he’ll try his best to cover them and keep them from harm’s way as they attempt to calm down and deal with their overload. Afterwards, he’ll gruffly ask if they’re okay, telling them that what they did could’ve gotten them killed, his expression would be a combination of sternness and annoyance, but his body would betray him as it shook in relief at the sight of his companion standing uninjured in front of him. Jericho would nod for the pair to continue on their way impatiently, but his eyes wouldn’t leave Lone as they set off in front of him, concern shining in their depths when he knew no one was there to see it.

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adarlingwrites · 3 years

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Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who’s willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

XXX

February 11, 2278.

Ten fifteen in the evening.

I loaded my shotgun and watched the rear, gunfire bursting as the tin cans yelled. This was supposed to be a stealth operation. If only DeLoria hadn’t tripped on that one guard…

Truth be told, this was an absolutely fucking stupid plan. Taking away a comatose patient from the Citadel isn’t the brightest idea DeLoria and I came up with, but we had no other choice. Whatever secret about Percy that Dr. Li wanted us to protect, it seemed important. Seeing how Lyons figured out that she’s a living atomic weapon, I understand her.

DeLoria looks goddamn constipated as he helped me push the gurney with my partner in tow, secured with leather straps so she wouldn’t fly off. In the front, Fawkes soaks up most of the damage.

Of course we had a Plan B if the stealthy approach didn’t work. Thank fuck Fawkes is willing to cooperate, too. This wasn’t the first time we worked together to help Percy out of the tight spot. Then again, Percy got us out of our predicaments first. Knowing her, when she wakes up, she’ll scold us for risking ourselves for her, and for coming up with this awful plan.

Too bad. She can’t stop us now.

“Charon, what now? I only brought a pistol,” Butch yelps, narrowly missing fire.

“We’re gonna let Fawkes soak up the brunt of the gunfire, and we keep pressing forward and watch his six,” I grunted in return.

“Shit, this is a bad idea man! What if they hit Percy?”

“That’s why we’re fucking here to shield her! Are you scared of a little gunfire, DeLoria?!”

The younger man gulped and kept pushing. Our group kept pushing forward, already at the courtyard. How we managed to pull this off is beyond me. I expected to be dead right now.

“Hold your fire!”

Whoever issued the command is old, judging from their voice. Almost immediately, the tin cans stopped shooting.

“Father, what’s the meaning of this?” a more feminine voice called out. “They’re kidnapping a comatose patient! An honorary member of the Lyons Pride! I-”

“Sarah, please, enough. I’ll talk to them,” the Elder says, emerging from the crowd.

Another one of the tin cans interrupts. “Elder, they let in a Super Mutant in Citadel grounds! We-”

The old man gives the soldier a stern gaze, and he backs off. Coming face to face with Fawkes, the elder looks up, a neutral expression on his face.

“Please explain the meaning of this.”

DeLoria rushes over from the rear, facing the old man. “We’re getting our friend out of here! Clearly you assholes haven’t been doing her any good, so we’re transferring her to another hospital.”

“Another hospital?” the younger Lyons interrupts. “Listen kid, the Citadel is one of the few places on the Wasteland equipped to handle Zhou’s injuries.” Armor clinking, she marches towards the greaser, a livid expression on her face.

“What makes you think that whatever ‘hospital’ you’ll be transferring her to is equipped to help her, huh?”

A shouting match erupts between those two. Before things get ugly, Elder Lyons intervenes again, placing himself in front of the greaser and his daughter. Grumbling, I reach out and pull DeLoria back.

“I’ll take it from here,” I griped, and shoved past Sarah Lyons. I came face to face with the Elder, and I folded my arms.

“Before she left, Dr. Li told us she doesn’t think that whatever tests you’re running on Percy isn’t for her best interests. Percy trusted that doctor, so I trust her.”

Blondie scoffs, about to go off on us again, but she stops in her tracks, looking at something, or someone, behind us.

“Then, why don’t you ask Zhou herself, if she wants to stay here or not?”

My eyes widen, and I turn around and see Percy, sitting up on the bed, her restraints loose. I checked again, and no, they weren’t loosened. They were pulled away from the bed, and she’s gripping the leather straps.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Percy,” I mumble, taking slow, tentative steps towards her.

She’s looking blankly ahead, eyes glassy. No. Oh no.

What the fuck is happening?

Rough and calloused, my fingers brush against her arm, and her eyes flick towards me. “Percy? Are you there?”

Letting go of the leather strap, her small hand grips mine, and she exhales sharply, panic rousing within her. Through her hospital gown, I see a sickly green glow pulsing below her throat, at her chest.

Barreling her way through, Sarah Lyons points a minigun at my partner, ready to fire.

“Everyone, get back! She’s going to blow!”

“No!” I screamed at her, and instinct kicking in, I scoop Percy’s frail body in my arms and started to run to the exit.

“Move, fucking move aside!”

My lungs are burning as I run through the Citadel gates, Percy still pressed to my chest, unnaturally warm to the touch. Fawkes is following closely behind, footsteps pounding.

Away from the people, I gently laid Percy to the ground, the green glow emanating from her searing now, and covered her body with mine. If I’m gonna go, I’m gonna go holding her.

Screwing my eyes shut, I wait for the inevitable.

Instead, I was pulled aside, and Fawkes crouches over Percy’s body, careful not to crush her.

A bright, blinding light flashes from Percy’s body, and Fawkes covers her completely. Her body erupts, heat and energy bursting outwards, and Fawkes just absorbed all that. I watched the explosion barely made a dent on the mutant’s thick skin, and the mushroom cloud that billows towards the dark sky.

He pulls back, and Percy lies there, hospital gown in tatters.

I rushed to her side, checking for breathing, and felt my heart drop as I heard none.

“We need a medic, get a medic!” I snarl at the bystanders who witnessed the entire ordeal. After the initial shock has worn off, DeLoria weaves through the crowd and runs towards us, kneeling beside Percy.

“Shit man, shit! She’s not breathing, she needs CPR, oh my fucking God I don’t remember how to do it,” he babbles, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes.

Gnashing my teeth, I try to remember whatever first aid I learned from observing Percy in the past. I pulled away Percy’s hospital gown, and with my palms together, I pressed between her nipples, pumping and hearing her ribs crack underneath her skin.

I tilt her head, pinch her nose, press my ruined lips against hers, and blow. Twice.

Then, I go back into giving her chest compressions, and I look over my shoulder. I must’ve looked so feral at that moment.

“Where the fuck’s that medic?!”

I turned back to my partner, and after another set of compressions, I breathed into her again.

“Percy, remember what you told me when you got captured by the Enclave, huh?!” I rasped, gritting my teeth.

“Well, it’s your goddamn turn to listen to me now!”

January 14, 2278.

Fingers clacking on the keyboard, Percy hacked away at the terminal. Once given access, she terminates the hostile creatures in the other holding cells. I wince as I watch one particularly screwed up creature burst into flame, high pitched, inhuman squeals coming out of its… mouth?

Jesus Christ. I don’t want to think about it, ugh.

Then, Percy selects another command in the console, and the doors hiss open.

My partner turned around, footsteps urgent, and I followed her closely behind. Fawkes emerges from his cell, carefully, like an animal let loose from a trap, and he turns to us, towering us both.

“Thank you,” he boomed, and though his voice sounded rough, I felt his gratitude for Percy. “As promised, I will retrieve the GECK for you. This is a debt I am most happy to pay, my friends. Follow me!”

Percy smiles and nods, and she turns to me, looking over her shoulder with a pleased expression.

“See Charon? He isn’t bad at all,” she starts, and I only grumble in response. Percy senses the apprehension that lingered in me, and chuckles.

“To be frank Charon, the first time I met you in Underworld, I might have felt the same thing,” she says, and I look down with a questioning look.

“Dad told me to judge other people by what they looked like, but even then, I felt kind of uneasy around you. Then I heard you beat up Patchwork, and I was really angry for a while.”

I gulped. I never thought about what she thinks of me during that time. It was an entirely different reality back then; her thoughts, or anyone else’s, didn’t matter. Only Ahzrukhal’s did.

“But what Tulip said to me about you being Ahzrukhal’s employee really challenged my perspective. Getting back at you would only end in me getting hurt. You were at Ahzrukhal’s mercy as much as Patchwork was.”

“So is that why you bought my contract back then? You felt sorry?”

“No. I felt your frustration at being powerless. So, I bought your contract to create an opportunity to seize that back. Of course it wasn’t easy after that,” Percy chuckles sheepishly, and I sigh, remembering all the times I struggled with the contract’s hold over me.

But it’s gone, right?

No sense in dwelling over that.

“So, where were you going with this, Percy?”

“Give Fawkes a chance.”

I stop in my tracks, feeling guilty as hell. All this time, all I thought about is Percy, and myself. Meanwhile, she tries to consider everyone around her.

“Fine, Angel, I will.”

I felt a light jab on my ribs; Percy elbowed it playfully. “Whatever, big guy.”

“I don’t think that nickname suits me anymore, Percy. We’ve got a bigger guy now,” I tease her, pointing at Fawkes, who’s taking our conversation in stride as he pummeled a dumb mutie in our way.

“Nah. Fawkes doesn’t need a nickname anymore. You’re my big guy,” Percy teases back.

Is this flirting? Is Percy flirting with me? Goddammit. If I had more skin left on my cheeks, I would have blushed.

I almost ran into Fawkes when he stopped walking. I look to the right, and see the sickly green glow of the irradiated room that the GECK is in.

“Alright. You better not enter, human. This radiation is lethal to you. Stay here, and I will fulfill my end of the bargain,” he grunts, and my partner nods at him.

“Thank you, Fawkes.”

“No. Thank you, human.”

He turns around, and enters the room. On her tiptoes, Percy watches him inside through the window, while I keep watch, guarding her six just in case. Soon after, Fawkes returns carrying a briefcase.

That’s the GECK? What the hell?

“You got it!” Percy exclaims, taking the briefcase off of the super mutant’s hands gingerly. “Again, thank you so much Fawkes. You wouldn’t believe how important this is to us.”

“It’s my pleasure, Percy. Now, I believe this is farewell.”

Farewell?

I turn to Percy and see her somber expression. Good grief, don’t tell me she’s already getting attached to him. This happened with the Big Town kids too.

“Farewell? Fawkes, why don’t you come with us?”

Okay. Okay, I am definitely accepting that Fawkes indeed is good and that I shouldn’t judge him because of him being a super mutant, or metahuman, but this? Had Percy gone mad? Travelling with him could get us killed!

Before I can open my mouth and say something that might possibly anger her, Fawkes already took care of the problem.

“Sorry, I’m afraid a Super Mutant wouldn’t be welcome in the places you frequent.”

“But you said it yourself, you’re a metahuman! You’re different from the other mutants we-”

“All I would do is cause you undue attention and probably get you killed,” Fawkes interrupts, a tinge of sorrow in his grating voice.

“I- you’re right,” Percy sighs, relenting.

“Take care of yourself, friend.”

And with that, we parted ways.

I can tell Percy is sad by the slump in her shoulders. As much as it pains me to see her like this, it’s for the better. The Brotherhood can barely tolerate my presence. Fawkes? They’d shoot him on sight. It’s definitely for his safety too.

“Do you think we’ll see him again, Charon?”

“I don’t think we’ll see him anytime soon.”

“I’m worried.”

“Worry about yourself, angel. Have you seen him? He pummeled that other mutie no problem, like a kid throwing a teddy bear.”

“I guess you’re right. I- Charon, get down.”

Out of instinct, I listen to her. Percy pulls up her PipBoy, and a worried expression is etched on her features. “So many red dots… Charon, I think we’re about to encounter a huge group of muties.”

“Should we go back and get Fawkes?”

Gripping her rifle, she checks the magazine, then she pats at the ammo pouches on her waist. I proceed to check my own ammunition too. Just two boxes of shotgun shells left, and a grenade; the same grenade Percy gave me when she first hired me. I haven’t used it yet, after all these months.

We’re running low on ammo.

“No, no. Stay low. We’ll sneak out of here,” Percy tells me, and she crouches low, the helmet of her stealth suit protracting over her face, then her suit’s stealth mechanism activates. All I can see is a faint silver-white outline.

“I’ll scout ahead. If I raise a fist, move to my location.”

I nod, and she proceeds.

Cautiously, Percy moves through the hall. My grip on my shotgun remains steady, watching her inch slowly but surely to the open area ahead.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

A pulse grenade drops from the ceiling.

It felt like time slowed all around us. Percy sees the grenade landing near her foot, and turns around, movement abrupt, her helmet retracting from her head and revealing her panicked gaze. Her eyes are wide in terror, lips trembling as she yelled at me.

“Charon!”

My feet are ready to take me to her, but what she screamed before the grenade fried her suit’s systems and took her down made me freeze in my spot.

“I order you to live!”

The pulse grenade burst, and so did the walls of the vault. The rubble flew at Percy, who was falling backwards, her helmet thumping against the metal flooring as she hit the ground. Losing consciousness, the GECK escapes her grasp, and skitters a few feet away from her.

From the newly formed hole in the wall, a man emerges. Colonel Autumn. I thought that asshole was dead!

The Enclave is here.

Heart in my throat, I didn’t know what to do. At that moment, I forgot the contract was gone. I turned around, and obeyed, fleeing from the scene with Percy’s words echoing in my head.

“Charon! I order you to live!”

“I order you to live!”

“Live!”

Live.

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itstittycitybaby · 4 years

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From the Ashes We are Born (Part 6)

A/N: I apologize that this is very late. I have been going through some things recently and haven’t had the energy to write or post anything. But, here we are.

Summary: You wake up late at night without your vigilante boyfriend by your side. Just where did he go?

Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

The spot on the bed next to you was empty. The sheet was crinkled and cool to the touch. Where was V? The night was still high; the moon peeked through the curtains. His blanket that he used was rumpled and carelessly thrown to the side. It was unlike V to be so careless and messy. A week had passed after the night you had kissed V. You smiled at the thought. Though, you felt a pang of loneliness that your masked vigilante had disappeared. Stretching over to the side of your bed you tugged on the lamp cord. The bulb flickered for a second before your side of the room became flooded with light. You squinted to adjust to the sudden change of light. The bedside tables were barren; V would warn you ahead of time if he had to leave either writing a note or telling you himself. So, where did he go?

You stretched your body once you sat up. A sigh left your lips once your muscles became less tense. The room felt empty without the masked gentleman. His presence was charming and warm. Without it, everything felt ghostly. Slowly, you pulled your blanket off of you. Getting caught in the bed’s sheets would cause a disruption. Anxiety pooled in your belly as you shuffled to the bedroom door. V was a light sleeper, so surely there wasn’t an intruder? If there was, he would not leave you defenseless. Not that I can’t take of them myself, you thought smugly. Alerting your boyfriend was not the best idea, for god knows why V decided to leave you. He was watchful of his surroundings, but you didn’t want to get a knife lodged in your stomach, no thank you. With caution you slowly turned the knob and quietly opened the door. Leaving it ajar, you crept through the gallery using your hands as a guide. You laughed silently at the memory of V being so awkward about sharing a bed. “V?” “Yes?” You looked confused as you stood there, looking at him. “Aren’t you coming,” you asked, throwing your head in the direction of the room. “Ah, well you see, my incredible song bird, I didn’t want to make things difficult and awkward. I shall sleep on the sofa.” Your stare unnerved V as he stood there waiting for you to retire to the room. A laugh bubbled from your chest and before long it echoed throughout the gallery. V cocked his head as he stood there. Were you mocking him? “Sorry, sorry,” you huffed, “It’s just so cute. We’ve known each other for seven months now V. Come to bed.” V stood there, gaping underneath his mask. “A-alright,” he stammered. You tried not to laugh at how eager he seemed as he dashed towards the room.

It was silent in the Shadow Gallery. The mute thudding sound in your ears was the only thing you could hear. It was dark, incredibly dark. Your eyes squinted, trying to peer through the darkness. Guiding yourself with your hands you whispered, “V?” Silence. “Oh he is so sleeping on the couch tomorrow,” you scoffed after almost pissing yourself from barely crashing into a suit of armour. Creeping through the living room, that’s when you heard it. Crash! The blood in your veins felt cold as your stomach lept into your throat. You trembled from the adrenaline racing through your veins. Fight, run, or hide. Shit. Where the fuck is V! You jumped at another crash. It sounded like glass shattering onto the floor. “V,” you whisper shouted. Sending a quick prayer to whatever god that was listening, you quickened your pace. Further into the hall the light was on. Its rays were soft causing you to squint. That’s when you heard it: sobbing. “Oh hell no,” you whispered. “I am not getting fucked by a demon.” Something caught your eye to the left. You froze. It was one of those pokey fire things that V used for the fireplace. Your hands slowly grasped it and you held it tightly, just in case. The crying still continued as you creeped to the doorway.

Your eyes widened as you realized: V, your V was crying. Rage bubbled up inside of you at the thought of someone hurting your V. Your feet padded to the room and you came to a halt at the sight that lay before you. The vanities your boyfriend took pride in were now shattered and destroyed. V’s figure was hunched over and cries escaped his lips. Glass was scattered across the floor, glistening in the light. You immediately regretted not wearing shoes. Next to him, discarded, was the guy fawkes mask that was thrown to the floor. You couldn’t see his face,but you knew he wouldn’t want you to. His back was turned to you, but you could him cradling his hands. “V,” you whispered softly, “V what happened.” The makeshift weapon you had brought with you clattered to the floor once you threw it. His hands immediately went to his mask on the floor as he fumbled to get it. Then, you saw how bloody V’s hands were; there were small cuts along the fingers and the back of his hands. Blood had started to travel down the side of his hands. V’s back tensed up once he heard his love in the room with him. This was not a sight you were supposed to see. “Leave it, please,” you said gently. “I won’t look I promise.” You felt your heart break at the sound of sniffles he tried so hard to cover. V’s hand hovered over it, debating, but it fell by his side. Your heart soared; he trusted you. “You don’t have to say anything but I’m coming over to you alright?” Nothing. You were anxious as you cautiously made your way to your lover. Not only because of the glass and your bare feet, but because of what he might do. Would he strike in anger? Would V hurt you?

No. You reassured yourself. He trusts us and we need to trust him. V would never hurt us. You had made your way through the glass and gently grasped his shoulder. You cursed softly as glass nicked your foot. Shaking it off, you carefully trekked through the room. V’s shoulders dropped once he felt your hand squeeze his shoulder softly. “I’m gonna move towards you okay? I’ll keep my eyes closed. Feel free to hide your face with your hands if you want,” you said. V nodded in reply. Finally a response. Your eyes fluttered shut. You were a bit nervous moving around in a dangerous area with them closed, but you didn’t want to destroy V’s trust. Holding onto his shoulders, you carefully bent down to swipe away at any shards at the floor. Your hand felt shaky on his broad shoulders as you made your way in front of him. You cheered silently once you safely made it. “Can I hug you V,” you asked as you kneeled in front of him. It was silent for a few moments before a croaked “yes” came out. Heart sinking, you carefully scooted towards him. You held your hands in front of him and felt relieved once you felt his thighs. V sounded so broken and lost. Your hands snaked up to his chest as you tried to reach his shoulders. He’s too damn tall. You huffed as you tried again. If V wasn’t so upset he would have laughed. Instead, he grasped his hand with yours and pulled you into his lap.

A squeak of surprise came from your lips as V shuffled you comfortably. Thank god my eyes are still shut. You would not betray V and destroy the trust you so rightfully earned. A soft groan left your boyfriend’s lips as you accidentally squirmed in his lap. “S-sorry,” you exclaimed, embarrassed. It was almost as if God was giving you a test. You couldn’t get the thought of your legs straddling V’s thighs and his groin underneath your ass. Stop it! Now is NOT the time! Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him. Your arms held him tightly and you gave him a nice squeeze. V’s breath tickled your neck and his hands slowly snaked around your waist pulling you close. You would deal with his hands later, but right now he needed you.V tried not to think about how you must’ve felt when his hands touched you. Your skin was soft and smooth compared to his scarred and rough hands. You kept your word; you didn’t try and take a peek at his bare face. V was touched by the notion and how your comforting touches made him relax. “Breathe, just breathe,” you whispered as you helped him inhale and exhale. V’s heart swelled when you gently placed your head on his shoulder. He figured your eyes were open now that his face was hidden from your view. He couldn’t bring himself to care. V’s eyes blurred with tears and his face felt hot. How ugly he must’ve looked, he thought to himself. How disgusted you must be. “Hey, it’s okay to cry,” you cooed, trying to soothe V as he shook beneath you and a whimper escaped his throat. “There’s nothing wrong with crying. I am not going to judge you for it, V.” He struggled to swallow the lump in his throat as hushed tears trailed down his cheeks. He probably looked like a blubbery baby, but the mirrors were destroyed thanks to his fit of rage.

A strangled cry left his throat before he could manage to suppress it. “Do you wanna talk about it?” V shook his head no. “Okay,” you whispered, “That’s okay, I won’t force you. I’m right here and everything is gonna be okay.” V squeezed you tighter and held you closer to him. His chest was pressed up against yours and his hair tickled your skin. Who had hurt V to make him like this? What hurt V to cause him to destroy his vanities and tear the room apart? He was normally so calm and controlled, but now he was so broken. “V?” A shuddering breath left him as he tried to form words. “Take your time honey, there’s no rush,” you said, kissing his shoulder.

“Hm,” V croaked after he regained his breath. “Can I kiss you? It can be with your mask on if you’d like. If you don’t want to that’s fine.” He nodded. You smiled,” Do you wanna put on your mask or?” V shook his head. “Alright, I’ll close my eyes.” You shifted around on his lap, unwrapping your arms. Closing your eyes, you grasped his shoulder. V’s hands grabbed your waist to keep you steady. Heart pounding, you slowly put your lips to his. You missed them. V lightly nibbled your lips, causing you to sigh. His tongue softly parted your lips and caressed yours. Your noses brushed up a bit and he tensed. You pulled away quickly after the mistake you made. V’s nose was rough and you could tell it was scarred like his hands. Your eyes were still closed and you tried to move away but accidentally bumped his cheek. V inhaled sharply. You flinched; preparing yourself to be thrown off of V’s lap and be screamed at but it was eerily silent. “Sorry, I-I-” “It’s alright, my beautiful dove,” V’s voice rumbled. The aura surrounding him seemed insecure and scared. Your fearless V who looked death in the eyes they were friends was scared. “You know, I’m not grossed out with your skin. It’s the exact opposite. I think you’re beautiful, V.” He stared at your closed eyes and swept his fingers across your waist. You shivered at the touch. You perked up at the sound of the rustling of his mask. V’s hands left your waist as he slipped his mask back on.“You can open your eyes again, if you’d like.” The sight of V welcomed you as your eyes opened again. It was a bit unnerving seeing the smiling mask staring at you, when V was far from being joyful. At least he felt a bit better, though. Giving him a peck on the cheek you slid off of him. You tippy toed around the glass as you stood.. “You should’ve told me you were barefoot,” V said once he stood. “I don’t mind, but I need to get your hands cleaned.” “I won’t allow it, I can tend to them myself.” You gave V a look. “Go in the kitchen and wait for me so I can clean your cuts V,” you said sternly. He sighed and nodded as he left the room. You tried not to laugh at the way he reminded you of a scolded child. “Well, this is gonna be one hell of a mess to clean up.”

The kitchen light illuminated your masked boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table. The lights were dimmed making V look so soft and vulnerable. The first aid kit sat patiently on the table waiting for you. Before you tended V’s hands you made sure to put raspberry tea brewing on the stove. You didn’t really like hot tea, but it was V’s favourite. “Helps soothe the soul,” he had told you one lonely night. You set the kettle on the stove top and sat in the chair in front of him. “Would you like me to wear gloves for this,” you asked. V still wasn’t comfortable with the fact of you seeing, let alone touching his skin. Slow progress was being made, though. Slow and nervous touches at night without his gloves. “It’s alright, you don’t have to,” he replied softly. A smile crossed your lips, “Thank you for trusting me, hun. I really appreciate it.” Gently, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. Your fingers stroked his wrists as you dabbed a cotton ball into some rubbing alcohol. “This’ll sting good,” you warned, trying to prepare him. V let out a soft hiss as you gently swiped the cotton onto his wounds. “Sorry,” you murmured. It was silent in the kitchen as you worked but you didn’t mind. Once that hand was finished you grabbed the bandage and wrapped it around his fingers and hand. “Should I be disheartened at your skill of tending wounds,” V asked as you secured the bandage. He was a bit surprised. Granted, anyone could swab alcohol onto a wound, but bandaging one was tricky for most people. But you weren’t most people, V told himself. You chuckled. “My dad was bat shit crazy. I’d have to clean and wrap myself sometimes and the children in the church. He and the congregation were recognized by Sutler. If you make a mistake….,” you trailed off.

V knew all too well of what happened. His skin was a prime example of what Sutler was capable of. Something V had to be reminded of for the rest of his life every time his reflection stared back at him. “I’m very sorry,” he said after a while. You sighed, carefully lifting his wrapped hands to your lips. “It’s okay, he can’t hurt me anymore.” Gently, you kissed each of his fingers and knuckles. You carefully turned them over and kissed the inside of V’s palms too. “I had a nightmare,” V said a bit breathlessly. God, you would be the death of him. No words were said, you just held his hands for some sort of support. “They had taken you. I thought I was alone again.” You didn’t have to ask who they was;you already knew. “You aren’t alone, V. You don’t have to hide from me. If there’s something upsetting you I would like to know. You don’t have to tell me what it is, just please let me help you. You are not alone anymore.”“I know. It’s difficult for me to believe this is real, that you’re real. I’m afraid that..” You let go of his hands and towered over him, giving him a tight hug. V sunk into your embrace, his arms resting across your back. You kissed the top of his head before pulling away. “I promise that I’m here V. This isn’t a dream. I’m real, I swear.” “Thank you,” V said softly. “Of course. Go in the living room and put on a movie. I’ll bring you a cup of tea and we’ll watch it together.” V nodded before leaving the kitchen. Sighing, you grabbed two mugs and prepared them. You grabbed one sugar for V and three for you. Carefully, you wrapped your fingers around both mugs and hurried to the living room.

You smiled at the T.V. screen. Count of Monte Christo, how surprising V. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, you hopped onto the couch. A giggle left your mouth once you noticed V was already glued to the screen. “What,” he asked, turning to you. “Nothing love,” you chuckled. You took a sip of your tea. V’s mug was still left untouched, which wasn’t unexpected. He’ll probably drink it in the morning. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see V glancing at you. His mask would continue to watch the screen, but you could feel his eyes watching you. Sighing, you reached forward and set down your mug your onto the coffee table. “C’mere.” Almost instantly, V softly placed his head onto your lap, facing the T.V. once more. A smile graced your lips as you rubbed his back soothingly. How funny this must have looked; London’s most wanted criminal being taken care of by his girlfriend. You almost laughed at the thought. How scary they thought V was when really he was just a big old bear. Your heart swelled as V quoted the movie and intently focused on it. What a nerd. Eventually, the soft breathing from V caught your attention. “V?” A snore escaped from the mask. You snorted. Carefully peeling your boyfriend off you, you made your way to the kitchen. V’s soft snores filled the room. You snorted, usually he would wake up instantly without your presence next to him. Grabbing the broom and dustpan you hurried to the mess that waited for you.

V was still sleeping as you made your way to the living room. His body looked more relieved. Finally, he could get some rest. “V,” you said gently, shaking him awake. “V.” His voice sounded sleepy as he mumbled a “yes?” V noticed the telly was off and both mugs had left the table. He was a bit disheartened at the idea of time passing as he slept. “Let’s go to bed, yea?” V nodded as he got up. He wrapped his bandaged hand around yours. You shot him a smile as you led him to the bedroom. Dawn was just arising and the both of you needed some rest. V was exhausted and almost crashed as soon as the bed enveloped him. The both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms as the sun kissed London awake.

#V for Vendetta #v for vendetta x reader #angst #hurt/comfort

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dragonnan · 3 years

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In light of the disgraceful and asinine decision to cancel Prodigal Son, what are some other shows that make your list of “WTF WHY WERE THESE CANCELLED????????”

Here’s some of mine (and I’m nearly half a century old so I may go back before some ya’ll were born...)

Early Edition (CBS 1996-2000): Starring Kyle Chandler, Shanésia Davis-Williams, Fisher Stevens, Kristy Swanson, and Billie Worley. Gary Hobson was just a regular dude when one day he got a paper (and a cat) at his door. Thing is, this paper has tomorrow’s news. The character of Gary has a little bit of a Peter Parker flavor to him - this guy who loves his city (Chicago) and wants to save everyone. As the series goes on, he starts to realize the awful truth that sometimes he’s going to be too late. As well, the stress of managing daily rescues means he’ll never be able to miss a day because someone could die. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried getting rid of the paper a few times. Two episodes stand out to me in particular. The first is where Gary fails to save someone and they fall to their death. Gary himself, later, will end up in a life and death situation and is faced with whether or not he even wants to live. Another episode has Gary repeating the same day, over and over, as he desperately tries to stop his friend from getting killed - only to fail every time.

Invisible Man (SciFi Network 2000-2002): Starring Vincent Ventresca, Paul Ben-Victor, Eddie Jones, Shannon Kenny and Michael McCafferty. Darien Fawkes was a fairly successful cat burglar (think Scott Lang) until he was finally caught by police. However, instead of being locked away he was handed over to his older brother; a scientist working on some top secret, and highly dubious, experiments. Darien became the guinea pig - implanted with a gland that can flush the body with a compound called Quicksilver - which turns anyone with the gland invisible. Sadly, before further research can be done, Darien’s brother is murdered and he’s left alone - stuck with this gland he barely understands. Worse still, the gland comes with a nasty side effect. It slowly turns the user insane. Long story short, Darien is captured/recruited by another top secret agency funded by the government. Their doctor/scientist did some preliminary research on the gland and was able to develop a sort of stop gap injection to help control the side effects of the gland. It is a painful but necessary treatment but accidents can still happen - such as over using the gland which means a quicker build-up of toxins in the system. So Darien was given a tattoo (LIKE THOSE COLOR CHANGE PICTURES ON COFFEE MUGS hahahaha!) that will gradually change color the more the toxins build up (guys this is fucking scifi - don’t ask how the hell that works like this is a series about an invisible dude, okay??). ANYWAY TL;DR Darien is partnered with a former CIA agent and the two of them chase bad guys and it’s awesome and whumpy as fuck and basically was cancelled cause the show blew its special effects budget.

Moonlight (SyFy 2007-2008): Starring Alex O'Loughlin, Sophia Myles, Jason Dohring, and Shannyn Sossamon. The series is about a private investigator named Mick St. John who, among other thing, is also a vampire. Mick ends up working with a reporter named Beth Turner as the two of them investigate various crimes. What I really love is the spin on the usual sorta vampire mythology. Mick is able to go out in sunlight (though within reason. Too long - too hot and he can get really sick or even die). Getting a stake to the heart isn’t fatal but it does cause paralysis and hurts like fuck. Silver CAN be fatal as it acts like a poison. Fire is absolutely fatal as it will turn exposed vampires to ash. On top of all that vampires can get triggers of the past via the blood they ingest (think iZombie) or even through scent. Also some vampires have “gifts” - like there are some who don’t burn when exposed to fire. Part of their culture, and what keeps them protected from exposure to humanity, are the “Cleaners”. Cleaners (like the Blacklist) will get rid of all evidence of vampire activity such as dead vampires or humans killed by rogues. And that’s another thing. Vampire hierarchy is very important. Vampires who create other vampires are referred to as Sires and their turned “offspring” are called fledglings. Whatever gift the sire has they will pass on to their fledglings. Sadly there was only 1 season of this series so there is a TON of mythology that was never explored but they managed to pack a whole lot into that 1 season.

Lie to Me (Fucking Fox 2009-2011): Starring Tim Roth, Kelli Williams, Brendan Hines, Monica Raymund, and Hayley McFarland. Dr. Cal Lightman is the founder of a company with highly skilled “human lie detectors”. The series is based on the real world work of Paul Ekman, who is a specialist in detecting micro-expressions. The series itself deals with various criminals and members of the group, primarily Lighman, sussing out the lies from the truth. It also has one of my absolute favorite parent and child relationships between Cal and his daughter.

Whitechapel (BBC 2009-2013): Starring Rupert Penry-Jones, Phil Davis, and Steve Pemberton. Sorta like a low budget X-Files (no offense!) It’s creepy and mysterious with elements of supernatural happenings mixed with investigations in the area of Whitechapel. It all has to do with murders that reflect Jack the Ripper.

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mxvladdy · 4 years

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Single Dads- Overwatch Prt.1 Headcannons

Jesse McCree

His two little girls have him wrapped around their fingers. Jesse can be seen on base entertaining his twins with games, tea parties, and piggyback rides. They both inherited their father's love of western flair and aesthetic much to his delight. Yes, they all have matching boots for special occasions. Their favorite thing to play with when Jesse is away is their play-dough sets and easy bake oven (with supervision from grandpa Rein). When they are old enough to cook with him though he has so many ideas of what to teach them. Grandma’s recipes won’t die out with him.

When Jesse gets back from a long mission all he wants is to cuddle up, it warms his heart when they snuggle up during their favorite Disney movie and nod off. Over the years he has let his hair grow longer than he normally liked just so his girls could play with it (Instead of touching their own. He had a heart attack when the girls had found his electric razor. Aunty Olivia had a field day fixing that mess)

He likes to take them to the gun range when he has time to practice, making sure they have proper safety gear. Don’t need to turn out like their daddy, deaf in one ear, and ringing in the other. He hopes that they will never have to raise a weapon of their own but knows with his line of work and who he is it’s a possibility. If they want to learn how to hold a gun he is probably going to beg Ana to teach them. He doesn’t want them in close combat, that’s an absolute nope.

Hanzo Shimada

Whenever he sees his son his face splits into the most brilliant smile. His infant son squirms in Ana’s arms, trying to get to his dad as he steps off the dropship. Chubby baby arms wave excitedly, impatient to be back in his father's embrace. As he grows he turns into a very giggly and chatty baby who babbles to anyone in a mix of English, Japanese, and Tibetan (thanks to Genji and Zenyatta babysitting). Hanzo adores his son and strives to be a better father than his ever was to him. He’s strict, but never overbearing.

He loves to read to his son whatever he can find, though his favorite is Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see? Which he reads in English and Japanese till his little one is asleep. When his son can’t sleep he will read it over and over again while his dragons rocking him to sleep.

He encourages his son’s interests whatever they may be at the time. He has saved up a lot of money from mercenary work and what he could take before he fled his home. So he can spend all the money he needs to help fuel his son’s interest.

He regrets that he hadn’t taken more family heirlooms to pass down to his son. Genji often jokes about a bonding trip when his son is older and trained to the old estate. A right of passage taking back what was rightfully theirs. It is a tempting idea… But even without the family trinkets, he will pass down Storm bow, whether his son uses it or not he doesn’t care. The biggest inheritance will be his dragon when the time comes.

Genji Shimada His eldest child is a spitfire, very much like he was in his youth. Thankfully, he tempers it much better than his parents ever did, finding an equal balance between friend and father. He respects her boundaries and she respects his wishes. Whenever she is feeling down she always finds little origami figures all over her room just like when she was little. Really into textiles and engineering. While never admitting it to her father but she one day wants to design him a better, slicker, and lighter body. One as close to flesh as possible. Till then she flourishes with Gabe learning how to sew and make patterns. The holidays are always filled with new custom clothes for the Overwatch members. She is found in the frequent company of Zenyatta. She wants to travel with him one day, to gather inspiration for her fashion and to see what her father saw to make him into the man he is today.

His younger son though is very much like Hanzo when they were little. Reserved and resourceful he spends most of his time with Winston learning what he could from the scientist before dinner. Genji isn’t dull by any sense of the word but the stuff his boy was interested in was just over his head. Has a service dog named Totoro that is always there for him when things get too overwhelming. When things get too much or he is tired Genji loves that his son comes to him for help and advice. To him this is the ultimate show of trust, he wished he could have done this with his father. Normally they just meditate and talk. Other times they go find Satya, who his son loves to talk to.

Christmas and birthdays were always a fun challenge to find things that would keep him stimulated. Last year the highlight had been his very own personal telescope. Courtesy of the science department of Overwatch.

Gabriel Reyes (Pre-fall and After)

His princesa is his world. His crew likes to tease him about his phone usage. 99% of the time he is in the barracks he is glued to it, face-timing his daughter. During the original Overwatch years, his mother and grandmother raised her while he was on tour. It kills him looking back on how he had watched his daughter grow from the scene of his phone. But at the time he believed it was for the best. Now- now he would give anything to be the one to teach her how to walk, her first words, prom, and graduation.

The few times he could visit were glorious. Lots of home cooked meals made together and gifts from the places he had been around the world. Jack and Ana would drop by sometimes as well bringing with them stories and her father’s escapades and foolishness. As his daughter grew she picked up a passion for music and would send sound clips of her music lessons and compositions to him. No one was safe from him showing it off. After the fall and his resurrection, he stayed clear of her, keeping the pictures and recordings saved close to him at all times. Though the holidays are a hard time for him to stay away. Every year her family Christmas tree has a few more presents under it then she bought.

She knows he’s still around and is determined to find a way to bring her father back.

Jack Morrison

Twins are a handful. One he thought he was ready for. I mean, he was able to keep Lena and McCree inline (mostly -but not really). He is a nervous dad at first. Overly prepared, he read every book and online forum. But, self-doubt is a hell of a drug. He gets better over time and the motto of “fake it till ya make it” 100% applies to him.

As Strike-Commander he is in his office a lot. When the twins were newborns, he moved his work to his condo. As they got older he returned to his office and set up an area for the kids. When he is in conference calls it’s always funny to see the toddlers get into frame, or try to get his attention. His office is littered with scribbles and paintings the two did in daycare or while playing with Ana and Reinhardt.

The two have their dad whipped. He won’t admit it but he is wrapped around their fingers. It’s not that he showers them in gifts or lets them make trouble all the time. But he does turn a blind eye to the little things. Missing cookies, a little stain on his chair after he told them no food in his office. Ok, maybe one more scoop of ice cream, but promise me you’ll eat dinner alright? Most nights he can’t read them to sleep. It hurts, but they adjust. He does tuck them in and turns on some read-alongs for them before heading back into the office. The twins are out within minutes blessedly.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

Twin girls, and he is on top of it. Ultimate chill dad. He gets it. Life is rough, and he is so proud that his girls feel safe coming to him for help. He teaches them how to handle their problems with words not violence. Papa and uncle Mako will take care of it.

Neither girls are interested in medicine, which hurts a little but it’s not his life and he’s proud regardless. He is great with letting them explore their dreams. The eldest follows Bridgette wanting to learn about armor and the youngest (much to his fear) really likes Fawkes and his innate skill with explosives. Praise the gods Athena kept a close eye one them when he had something to show her.

Both are close with Genji’s kids in age. It’s nice for them to have friends that aren’t a bunch of old soldiers. They all like to hang-out on the roof of the base to destress after a day of school or side projects. When the four are together there is a 90% chance the evening will end with a few more grey hairs on the father’s heads.

Cooking is a big part of their family ritual. Baptiste grew up rough and underfeed so there is no way he will ever let his girls feel the same way. He teaches them what few Haitian recipes he knows from heart. Then sometimes they will watch videos and read recipes online of other peoples to try and add to their own books. His paranoia gets the best of him sometimes and he teaches them basic survival skills. They appreciate it and understand his fears. He is open with them about his past and is unashamed to admit his faults.

#overwatch headcanons #Overwatch #fluff #because I can

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littlekatleaf · 4 years

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Buried in a burning flame is love and its decisive pain (9 of 10)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

As Junkrat followed Roadhog into the cabin, he hunched into his jacket. Wished he could just disappear, but had to face the consequences of his cock up. Always rushing in… Shut it, told the voice. Her voice. Wished he knew how it worked, so he could turn it off. Head throbbed like Rein’d been at it with his hammer. Pressed the heels of his hands against his eye sockets. Mech hand’s chill felt good, but the pressure did fuck all to relieve the headache. Worse, though, was the disorientation of seeing her alive and in the flesh all these years later, when he’d almost convinced himself she’d been a figment of his imagination, a piece of fever dream from the infection after losing his limbs.

“Fawkes.” Morrison’s voice burst through the sat comm, sharp and grating - clearly ready to give him a gobful.

Junkrat startled. “Yeah.” Everyone else’d fucked off. Even Roadie’d left him to the dressing down. Some bodyguard he was.

“How can I impress upon you the seriousness of the situation? You ignored my orders…”

“Pig’s arse!” Feeling like shit or not, wasn’t about to take it without an argument. “Ya just asked where Lena was, an’ assumed I’d send her. Said the device needed retrieval, didn’t specify by who.”

A long pause. Not even a sigh. Then, “Technically you are correct. However…” Morrison’s voice buzzed in his ears like a mozzie. Everything feeling fuzzy again and his chest ached where she’d hit him with whatever her light shit was. And his fuckin’ nose was itching. Absolutely not gonna start sneezing in the middle of Morrison’s big speech. He scrubbed at his nose with his wrist and held his breath.

Lena passed the doorway and mimicked Morrison’s ‘blah blah blah’ face. To Junkrat’s disappointment she didn’t interrupt, just kept walking. Had to swallow inopportune giggles else it’d just give him more shit to bitch about. Sheila was right - dipstick always ran on at the mouth. And if he didn’t shut up soon, Junkrat was pretty sure he was going to fall asleep leaning against the wall. Instead, he interrupted.

“Look, I know I fucked it up. Lena made it abundantly clear. How ‘bout we skip the yellin’ and go right to the punishment?”

“I am not your father, Fawkes.” “Fuckin’ right ya ain’t.”

“But I am the commander. You’ve been with us long enough to know how we work. Yet you continue to operate as you’d been, as though Rutledge is the only one you can trust.”

“Goes without sayin’, don’t it?” Junkrat shrugged. “Least I know long as Roadie gets his dosh he’s gonna be there when I need him. Ain’t gonna go jack on me. Can’t exactly trust a bloke gives you a choice between workin’ for a clandestine organization and the lock up.”

Morrison sighed, rubbed a hand over his scarred face, then surprised Junkrat with a small chuckle. “You’ve got a point. But the choice is still yours, Fawkes. If you are dissatisfied with your responsibilities -- if you feel you are overly burdened by the opportunity to turn the tide toward good -- Lena will deliver you to the authorities in London.”

“Call that a choice,” he grumbled, but the possibility caught his attention. Might be able to convince her to drop him off far enough from a cop shop to have a chance of escape. Could claim he jumped her. Hell, could actually jump her - and how disturbing was it that wasn’t his first thought? You know what happens when you let your guard down, Jamison. When you start to trust. Whatever they might tell you… you know the truth.

He did know the truth. All too well. “Gotta talk about it with Roadie.”

“This offer isn't for him. Just you.”

Junkrat frowned. “Ya gonna keep my... bodyguard?” Swallowed back the other thought, other wish. Why wouldn’t they? Here’s the opportunity they’ve been waiting for - prune your dead weight, as they’ve wanted from the beginning. And Rutledge can return to his beloved quiet.

“We need people who are committed to the cause. For all of Rutledge’s… lack of perspicacity when it comes to your jobs, he’s demonstrated more than enough dedication in his life before you.”

Well well. I wonder what, exactly, Jack knows about him that you, for all your years together, do not. Junkrat ground his teeth. He don’t know nothing ‘bout Roadhog. Nothing.

Unless he did. The idea sank to the pit of his stomach where it sat like lead. Didn’t care that Roadie had a life before him - because of course he did - but the idea that he might have talked about it with Morrison, of all people, and that they might have some common ground, besides being old grey-haired dills. Pissed him off. Of course they have things in common, you utter child. You are not exactly the pinnacle of intelligent conversation. Rutledge is far more than he’s ever let on to you.

Let that pass. Who gave two shits about ‘intelligent’? Thing he hated was Roadhog’d shared something about his past, about who he was. About things that mattered. And he hadn’t shared them with Junkrat.

Junkrat’d never pressed him about the time before they met. He’d heard rumors, of course, everyone in Junkertown’d heard about Roadhog, Queen’s biggest, cruelest, most blood-thirsty enforcer… But in their years together Junkrat had begun to realize that some of the rumors were just that and nothing more. Not to say Roadhog wasn’t any of those things - he was all of them. When he needed to be. Junkrat knew Roadhog, knew Roadie… but Rutledge… Mako… he didn’t know. And Morrison… fuckin’ Morrison… did.

“...Fawkes?”

Junkrat blinked. Shit. He’d apparently kept talking and seemed to be waiting for an answer. But couldn’t for the life of him figure what. Took a breath to answer anyway, and suddenly the sneezes he’d been fighting off burst out. “H’gnxt! … H’gnxt!” Just managed to pinch them back, maybe the comm’d miss the sound? And maybe Morrison’d dozed off too, not to see.

“Ah. Lena mentioned you were ill.”

Of fucking course. Junkrat scowled, muscles tightening along his back. Wanted to argue it, but suddenly felt like more trouble than was worth. Especially since Lena’d already said. So he sighed, and muffled the following coughs into his sleeve. “Yeah.”

“We can revisit this when you recover.” Morrison’s voice changed. While it wasn’t warm, exactly, it had lost the edge and bordered on kind. “Do you need Angela to check in?” His eyes narrowed, like he’d be able to read the truth of what Rat said through the screen.

“Nah, I’ll be right. Just gotta sleep.” No call to bring out the big guns, so to speak. Like her name implied, Mercy was the epitome of compassion, but she was still a doctor. Still a scientist, at bottom. Last thing he needed was poking and prodding.

“Very well.” A pause, then, “Let me know if you decide to take the offer.”

The comm connection dropped and Junkrat sagged back against the wall. Fuck. Was all fucked up. Didn’t even need her voice tellin’ him it was his fault. Course it was. Needed to fix it, but how? Had no idea where she’d scarpered off to with the bomb.

What about Morrison’s offer? He’d sounded serious, like it was honest. Maybe that was the solution - let Roadie stay here, help the do-gooders. Forget this… whatever it was between them. And he could… what? Serve his time? Go back to his old life? Without Roadie… what was his old life? He rubbed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose. Couldn’t think through the bloody fog in his brain. Sleep would help, but damn - getting to the bedroom felt like a lot of fucking work at the moment. He closed his eyes. Maybe a short nap right here.

“Didn’t think Morrison would actually kill you,” Lucio said, startling him back to himself. “And through the sat comm no less.”

Junkrat snorted. “Still alive, but was a close thing.” He sighed, stretched in an attempt to work the aches out of his body. “Don’t mean to be an arse but I gotta lie down. Bloody fuckin’ knackered.”

“It’s all good. You got meds? There’s stuff in my kit if you don’t.” Lucio hesitated, like he wasn’t sure of how Junkrat would take his words. “And Hana made me promise to tell you that the bed offer was honest.”

Junkrat raised a brow and was rewarded as Lucio’s cheeks darkened in a blush.

“Just for a nap. We’re gonna be busy.”

The other brow joined the first and Lucio smacked his arm.

“Playing video games, asshole.” They laughed together until Junkrat shuddered into a sneeze.

“Huh-r’isssh! Isshew! Fuck.” He sniffed. “I'm disgusting. Not gonna get plague germs in yer bed. Comfortable where I am.”

“Saúde.” Lucio put an arm around him. “You’re not disgusting.”

Junkrat looked at him over the tissues he was using to blow his nose. Then wrenched forward with yet another sneeze.

Lucio laughed. “Okay -- you are disgusting but it’s fine. It’s just the way it is sometimes.”

“Glad to provide amusement.” But even though he pouted, the warmth and weight of Lucio’s arm around him settled his churning thoughts and without really meaning to, he found himself leaning into Lucio. He sighed. “Any chance yer sonic amplifier could get rid of this fuckin’ disease?”

Lucio shook his head. “Doesn’t work that way, unfortunately. It’s only a stopgap measure - keep someone going until their own body can do the work. Sorry, man.”

“Nah, no worries. Sorta figured.”

“Sucks that you’re sick on Christmas.”

Junkrat bit back a groan. Shit - forgot. Christmas. The surprise. Wished he’d chosen an inside sort of thing, but sleep’d take the edge off, least enough to get through the rest of the evening. “It’s a hell of a Christmas gift.” He squinted at the clock. “Would ya mind waking me in a couple of hours?”

“Sure…?”

“Don’t want to end up sleeping straight through - got the fireworks to set off.”

“You sure you still want to do that? It’s gonna be freezing.”

“Not exactly a Christmas prezzy if it’s not on Christmas, is it.” Didn’t want to admit Lucio’s point. He shivered just thinking of going back outside. But the explosions would be worth it. And these were gonna be bloody fantastic. Worked on ‘em way too hard for way too long to be put off by the fuckin’ wog.

“If you’re sure…”

“Thanks, mate.” Pushed himself away from the wall, away from the disquieting comfort of Lucio’s arm and made his unsteady way back to the bedroom.

Where he was disgruntled to find Roadhog sitting on the cot, clearly waiting for him.“Can’t believe you left me to Morrison’s tender mercy.” Even as he spoke, realized it came out more pissy than he intended, but better to be on offense than defense.

Roadhog, of course, just looked at him. Waited.

“Had to give me shit for fuckin up. An’ not trusting them.” Shook his head. “Can ya believe that? Blackmails us to join Overwatch and then is all up in arms because you’re the only one I trust. Like I’m going to depend on any of them when they’re only keeping us around for the demolition.”

Roadhog huffed what sounded suspiciously like disagreement but didn’t say anything.

“Practically killed me. Had to have Lucio rescue me.”

“Sounds like a job for a healer.” Roadhog’s shrug was visible in his voice.

Junkrat surprised himself with a laugh. “All right, ya got a point.” Still shivering, wrapped his arms around himself. “Would ya move; really need a lie down.”

“Take the bed.”

“But ya ain’t gonna fit on that tiny thing.” Gestured at the cot with his chin so he didn’t have to let got of himself.

“I’m not going to sleep in the middle of the day. And you’re sick. Need to rest. Take the bed.” Roadie’s voice was firm, not up for argument. Which was, truth be told, fine with Junkrat. Every aching muscle in his body longed for the comfort of a real mattress. No springs poking him in the side.

“Thanks.” Shrugged out of his jacket and flopped onto the mattress gracelessly. Everything fucking hurt. His muscles, his bones, his hair, his eyeballs. Even his missing limbs. However the hell that worked. Taking off the prosthetics felt like too much work, only to have to put them back on again in a couple of hours. He curled onto his side, wrapping the blankets tight around himself until he was cocooned, and waited for sleep.

And waited. He rolled over, hoping to ease the ache in his back, but laying on his stomach hurt his chest. Rolled back. Waited. He was still fucking cold. Shoulda left the jacket on. His head throbbed in time with the beating of his heart. And he kept feeling like he needed to sneeze, but the urge left off just before explosion.

The room was quiet, ‘cept for Roadhog’s breathing, his own sniffling, and every now and again a page turning. From elsewhere in the cabin a murmur of voices, one of Hana’s video games, music. Lena’s voice, pitched and exited, chased by the darker alto of Emily. Once Mei laughed. Life going on.

Without you. Yeah, and? They clearly don’t need you. They are happy without you. Don’t need them either. Perfectly fine here with Roadie. But even as he thought it, the cot squeaked, then Roadhog’s boots crossed the room and the door clicked open and shut.

You were saying? Laughter in the voice.

Fuck off. Didn’t mean anything, Roadie leaving him here. Or maybe it did. Maybe it meant he’d tied himself up in knots for nothing. Made things other than they were. Always doing that - chasing imaginings, random sparks. Could be one of those times. Snow falling behind his closed eyes, cold seeping through his jacket, his pants, and Roadhog’s non-answer to his question, ‘really don’t think now’s a good time’. Never a good time to tell someone they weren’t nothing more than a job. ‘Specially when they’d clearly confused the bit of comfort they’d taken in each other for something else. Something more.

Shut up, told himself - brain, voice, all. Tugged the blankets over his head. Maybe it would block everything out.

His fitful doze broke when a hand cupped his forehead. Didn’t need to open his eyes - knew the size of it, the callouses, the slight smell of leather and smoke. Roadie. Tried not to think about how good it felt, cool and dry against his own damp heat. “What,” he asked, still half asleep. Voice came out a croak. Cleared his throat, tried again. “What ya want?”

“Lucio said you wanted to be woken. Sent some… Tylenol? Looks like paracetamol or something.” Rattle of pills in a bottle, then clunk of a mug being put on the nightstand. “Mei brewed you a medicinal tea. Smells like moldy leaves, but she swears her Mum always cured her with it.” Another clink, spoon against bowl. “Lena made you soup - chicken noodle, apparently. Less likely to taste like bog water, but I haven’t tried it myself. Presumably she’s a better cook than you. Hana sent a couple fingers of whiskey to wash down the tea. And Satya knitted you this. Said you don’t need to kill anyone?”

Junkrat forced open his eyes to find Roadhog holding up a single mitten, knitted in garish orange and yellow, head tilted questioningly. He coughed a laugh, muffling it in his sleeve. “She knows how much I hate the cold.” Not gonna go into it, not even with Roadie. He sat up carefully, waiting to see which of his body parts protested the movement. All of them. Meds better take the edge off or this was gonna suck. He clenched his muscles against a shiver. The rectangle of window was black - sun had gone down while he slept.

Junkrat shook a handful of pills from the bottle but before he could swallow them all, Roadhog was taking some away. “Oi, what’s the deal?”

“Just two.”

“I wanna feel better faster.”

“Not how it works.”

Junkrat grumbled but gulped two down with the horrible tea Mei gave him. Nearly gagged on it. “Guess she ain’t forgiven me for the bodgy crack,” he said ruefully. Taste on his tongue like compost. The whiskey burned off the taste - and several layers of the skin of his throat as well. Coughed to clear the sting.

Luckily the soup Lena’d made was better than anything he ever managed. Couldn’t taste much, but the heat was soothing to his throat, the noodles soft but not slimy, and even though he couldn’t finish the whole bowl, it settled comfortably in his stomach and he felt warm for the first time in ages. Too bad he was gonna have to go out again. The meds had driven the headache back to a dull throb and when he pushed himself up to stand, he felt solid. He pulled his jacket back on, then tugged on the mitten from Satya - the wool surprisingly soft and not as itchy as usual.

“Oddest mitten I’ve ever seen,” Roadie pointed out as Junkrat wriggled his fingers. She’d ended the hand part at his knuckles.

“Nah, it’s genius. Can still work with the wires an’ all.”

#oversnez #snezfic #constitutionally incapable of writing shortfic #hey it's almost Christmas again soooo #penultimate chapter bitches #party time! Need some fireworks?

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neverendingparable · 3 years

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The year is 2309A in the Greater Solar System of Circinus II, a few million light years away from the remains of the Milky Way Galaxy. The annual auction of the royal family Zophaëe has started a few hours ago, and still people are trickling in from all kinds of galaxies, moving past security at a space snail’s pace (which is theoretically slower than an earth snail. Earth snails stopped existing a few centuries ago).

The gigantic ballrooms were decked with enough decorations to give anyone, headless or not, a real migraine, but the hosts have prepared for enough music and refreshments to keep everyone in high spirits. Amongst the tables upon tables of brightly colored fruits, sandwiches, cakes and other oddities from different planets, were dispensers filled to the brim with colorful pills and edible phials.

Stellan de Grammont, undercover as Magnus Fawkes, eyed them with interest as he absently weighed a glass in his gloved hand, filled with one of the only beverages that wouldn’t alter his state of mind or body. Apparently it was something like juice, although the smell of it had made him wonder.

“Hey, Morgan,” He nudged the man standing next to him, surveying the crowd with a smug smile. “What do you think these things are? Candy? Drugs?”

‘Morgan’ — or Neil — glanced at them and smirked. “Drugs, clearly. And not the ones you get in the 24 hour galactic store, either. One drop of these on a sober stomach, you’ll be hooked for life~”

Stellan frowned. “I thought these were illegal.”

“Well, sure. But look around you, Sommers. Do you think anyone gives a flying fuck?”

Neil gestured around them. Where one looked there were jewel adorned faces, extravagant modifications like a delirious fashion show fever dream. Some guests wore the skins of endangered species around their necks, others had dresses spun of hair from their very servants. Some were carried around even, and others hid their entire beings behind wisps of smoke and contained glowing gasses, barely interacting with anyone as they stood in whatever spotlight they could find and pretended not to be trying.

It was the collection of the most arrogant, out of touch beings the entire galaxies had to offer and unsurprisingly, some of the worst criminals who had been saved from death row by their names or heritage.

Stellan barely tried to hide his distaste but fortunately, no one was paying them any attention.

Admist laughable fashions and odd clothing combinations, Morgan and Magnus Fawkes barely stood out themselves.

They were dressed decently, a cross between old fashioned suits and billowy victorian-era clothes, inspired from the late Earth. Neither of them would be caught dead wearing what half of the other patrons were, and with their outfits being just dramatic enough to melt into the crowd, they found that no one spared them more than a passing glance as they moved their way from the first buffet, further into the gigantic mansion of Zophaëe.

“So where is Belfour?” Stellan whispered as they pushed past a group of men arguing about the right way to pronounce their hosts' name.

“Not too far away,” Neil glanced at his watch, then ducked as a glass of spacepagne went flying over their heads. The men from before were throwing hands, alerting the attention of a couple security guards who were standing watch nearby.

They didn’t give the Fawkes a second glance.

“Perfect. Our opening.”

With the guards pre-occupied in soothing the outrage, the entrance to the highly exclusive ball room was merely a slip away. This is where their target stood, amongst thousands of glittering dresses, suits and masks.

The heavy doors shut behind them and a few patrons glanced over at the Fawkes. Stellan tried his best to look normal, putting on a bad attempt of a poker face he had seen Neil do a thousand times, but he was sure he just looked incredibly guilty.

Neil had a better idea. He strode in like he owned the very castle itself, not even gracing anyone with a look. The message was clearly radiating off him.

I don’t give a fuck about any of you.

No one called them out or asked to see their tickets. Despite the main event being open for all guests, the ballroom itself was something special. It second as an auction room, where only the richest, “worthiest” people will be allowed to throw a generation’s life savings of money for the most inane trinkets. Even within such a stuck up party, the ballroom made the rest of the guests look poor in comparison.

Stellan hurried after Neil, not wanting to get separated for even a moment. His eyes darted around nervously. He was out of his league here. This wasn’t the first time they had been undercover, and certainly not the first time they had been planning on stealing something right from under the noses of a hundred paranoid royals.

He wasn’t like Neil, he couldn’t simply fake it at the flip of a switch - but if he blew his cover now, they’d both go down and-

“Hey.” Neil’s voice brought him back to reality. It was quiet so the others don’t overhear. Stellan looked up at him.

The other’s expression was concerned for him, eyes scanning the slight panic on Stellan’s face. If he wanted to go, Neil would get him out of here. But furthermore, he trusted Stellan. Trusted him to have his back, to be his partner. If Neil didnt think he could handle it, he would’ve kept him behind.

The knowledge was reassuring enough. Stellan breathed out slowly and managed to return Neil’s worried gaze with a reassuring smile.

“I’m alright. Just…nervous,” he muttered as the two merged with the crowd of dancing guests.

"If worst comes to worst, I have three backup plans for any situation." Neil replied gently. "Just relax, we'll be done in no time."

Stellan nodded and, trying to regain some of the confidence he had felt earlier, offered Neil an optimistic smile. "I know. They can't catch us, we're professionals after all."

His husband smirked. "We are, aren't we?"

Just then the music picked up again and the conversations died down as the guests found their partners and fell into one of the popular ballroom waltzes.

Neil offered Stellan his hand and he took it, tensions already dissipating. It was feeling like an ordinary trip again. They loved balls and went regularly, which came in handy now because they were moving towards the second part of their plan. It required stealing from one of the most powerful men in this royal intergalactic party while hundreds of watchers were dancing right alongside of them.

Neil was leading them closer and closer to the target, who was spinning with a masked dancer in the middle, unaware of what went on around him.

Belfour was drunk. Close to dead drunk. Stellan could smell the alcohol off of him, furthermore he recognized the look of a hopeless alcoholic taking advantage of an all-you-can-drink bar.

Except Belfour was rich, careless and arrogant enough to disregard the personal spaces of the other guests. He spun and flailed like he was the only one in the room, jerking his dancing partner around a bit too aggressively.

The masked dancer seemed to be annoyed, but clearly they stuck around, hoping to appeal to Belfour’s generous side if they buttered him up enough. So they batted their eyelashes at the drunk fool, ignoring how Steneil came closer and closer, until-

Stellan ungracefully ran straight into the masked dancing partner of Belfour, knocking them into another couple nearby. The cry that followed alerted several guests around them, who stopped and stared.

“Sorry!” Stellan shouted over the music.

“GET OFF ME!” The dancer shrieked. Their mask had fallen off, and up close Stellan could see they weren’t as human as he had suspected at first. In their proximity, he could see small scales charmed as human.

He got up and pulled them to their feet, apologizing loudly and profusely, keeping everyone’s attention on him as he fussed over them. They batted away his hands, hissing back in an angry tongue.

Belfour stumbled over, slurring half hearted condolences to his partner.

And Neil: Neil was taking the opportunity of slipping his hand into Belfour’s coat, snatching the enchanted pocket watch out and into his own pockets. Or- that’s what he had planned to do.

That moment, Stellan and Neil figured something else out about Belfour. He was rich, alcoholic, classless, arrogant…and very paranoid.

Almost instantly, an ear splittering shriek of the alarm filled the air. Everyone froze. All eyes landed on Neil, caught red handed, and Stellan, pale as ghost.

“Hey-” Belfour slurred angrily. A knife appeared from somewhere, but Neil was much faster. In an instant, he had yanked the priceless object all the way out of the man’s coat and with a twitch of the wrist, a knife had cut a deep gash in the expensive fabric.

All hell broke loose after that. Belfour roared with anger (“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COST? THIS IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE!”) and even Stellan couldn’t help but stare, a strange satisfaction of seeing the piece ruined distracting him from the situation.

Neil grabbed his arm. Right, they were about to make their harrowing escape. Guards were closing in, some guests had drawn their own weapons and Belfour was ready to pound them into dust with his meaty fists alone.

They had two seconds max before someone was going to start stabbing them and five to get out of the building before they drowned in guards.

“Well Neil,” Stellan sighed dramatically as they were surrounded. “I guess this is it. There’s no way we could escape now. Better just give up now.”

Neil smirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Sommers.”

He reached down and twisted one of his rings. Just as the first guard was about to clamp down on Stellan’s shoulder, the two were jerked up into the air. The familiar sound of beating wings made Stellan smile and he wrapped his arms around Neil, who was now sprouting two large bat wings and the smuggest expression he could muster.

The security guards readied their guns.

Their weapons had nothing on the level of intensive planning the two had done. Stellan tossed a little capsule onto the ground beneath them and it exploded upon impact, causing smoke to rise up.

Neil freed one of his arms and shot through the roof, the now useless protective sigils breaking under his gun’s laser beam and then they were out, the confused guests and shouting guards getting smaller and smaller beneath their feet.

“COME BACK!” Belfour screamed at them, rage in his voice. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“You’re going to have to come and catch us!” Stellan shouted back at the man waving his gun at them in a drunken tantrum and grinned.

“Don’t you think you were cutting it a little too close for a moment, Neil?”

Neil scoffed. “I’m a Time Lord, Sommers. I have aall the time.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stellan answered and kissed him on the cheek. “I always had faith in you and your batty wings.”

By the time security had assembled and found any remaining traces of their ship, Neil and Stellan were halfway across the Universe, the priceless artifact dropped off safely in their collection and the thieving pair already plotting their next dramatic heist.

#curiouscompanions #AFTER A FUCKING YEAR #i present you a drabble that really shouldve been done earlier #but welp #motivation was sparse in general #tho this coming year ill def be faster with writing stuff #anyway #i just love imagining them popping in somewhere and causing chaos and then disappearing smugly into thin air #steneil #post parable #?#maybe #the real stanley #trollnelius #drabble #asks #ask memes

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 82Xs1)

"Bridge Parties & Strippers"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

Ashleigh runs into Pete first. He's furious and headed out of the venue.

"What the hell is going on?" She asks him.

"Dude..." He shakes his head.

Giving her a quick run down of the events between Colson, Luna and BeBe.

"BeBe's was here!?" Ashleigh asks shocked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's STILL here. Luna fucked her up." Pete tells her.

"I don't doubt it... And can you blame her? Why would he even do that??" She asks.

"No... And I don't know. You seen 'em, they were all Booed Up OnStage, announced their engagement and not even an hour later, THIS shit is going on." He answers. "Let him know I went to see Kate.... He's on some fuck shit right now, so he probably won't even notice." Pete tells Ashleigh. Shaking his head before kissing her cheek GoodBye.

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"Another mess to clean up..." Ashleigh sighs "Fucking Kells." She thinks annoyed. Even before Luna, there's always been constant chaos with him.

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Curled in a ball on the floor clutching his balls, Colson opens his eyes. Pain is shooting through every nerve of his body. Focusing, he sees a bloody Bleta on the ground not far from him. Closing his eyes again, he groans as he rolls onto his back.

"Fuuuuck... That Bitch dick punched me so haaaard.... I wish Bleta would just go awaaaay...." He thinks of the second girl Luna has knocked to the ground in a violent rage. "In my defense... They shoulda shut the fuck up." He tries to justify their injuries to himself. "Oh FUUUCK... My balls..."

Colson opens his eyes again to Ashleigh standing above him. She has no sympathy.

"My balls, Ash..." He whines.

"I don't care, Kells...." She dismisses him.

"Fine. Then, at least get Bleta out of here. I can't deal with that right now. Please." He asks, looking up at her.

"Whatever." Ashleigh shakes her head as she walks away.

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The room is still full. The Band, Crew, Girls, Vendors. There's a shit ton of people everywhere BackStage.

Looking around, the word LAWSUIT flashes through Ashleigh's mind. Thinking of Luna and the advice she's given her regarding spin control, Ashleigh puts on her Boss Bitch pants.

She signals The Band over to her. As they head her way, she looks up generic Non-Disclosure Agreements on her phone. She quickly downloads and fills it out, emailing it to Slim.

"Listen, we gotta clean this shit up. Slim, I emailed this to you." She says, showing him her phone. "I need you to print out, what?" She sighs, looking around the room. "Three hundred copies to be safe?" She asks out loud to his nod. "Everyone needs to sign one before leaving. Use your charm. Try not to make it a big deal."

"Gotcha, Ash." He agrees as his phone dings with the email.

"How many people are with BeBe?" She asks to their head shakes of I Don't Know. "Run me back the first three copies." She instructs Slim.

"Bet. I'll be back." He agrees, heading to The Bus.

Turning to Baze, AJ and Rook, Ashleigh directs them next. "I want you to keep everyone in here having a good time. Once Slim gets the NDA's, help him. Please. With charm." She asks as she reminds them of the key component. "One of you run up. See if there's any ready. I gotta get BeBe to sign first." She finishes.

All three nod in agreeance. AJ heading to The Bus. Rook and Baze to attend to the room.

"Help me get her out of here?" Ashleigh sighs again as she asks Benny.

"No problem G-H..." He teases her as he puts his arm around her shoulder.

"I'm gonna fucking kill 'em both." She laughs lightly, catching the Luna reference as they walk towards BeBe.

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Colson has decided to play opossum. He can hear Bleta calling his name a few feet away but refuses to acknowledge her.

"Maybe if I just lay here, she'll think I'm dead... Ugh... I feel like I'm dead.... She destroyed my baaaalllls" Colson mentally cries to himself.

Still on the the ground. Still holding his whole junk. He stays perfectly still when he hears Benny and Ashleigh approaching. Peeking out of the sliver of one eye, they pass him. He hears Ashleigh speak.

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"Hey... Are you okay?" Ashleigh asks BeBe as she and Benny help her up and hand her a towel.

"No. I think that psycho bitch broke my nose!" She cries through the cotton.

"Are you here with anyone?" Ashleigh pries.

"No. I came to surprise Kells." BeBe answers, looking at her bloody hand as the other holds her face together.

"Did he invite you?" Ashleigh asks.

"No!" BeBe looks up, angrily. "I wanted to see him because he owes me an explanation for this Brooklyn Cunt or whatever the fuck her name is... He's fucking me then blocks me a month ago and all of a sudden he's getting married?? What the fuck is that!?" She shoots a glare between Benny and Ashleigh. "Besides, the way he was speaking to me, didn't seem like he put a ring on anything." She says snidley.

This pisses Ashleigh off.

"So, what happened?" She asks the million dollar question.

"She came up talking shit to Kells so I told her she could get her ass beat. That's when she head butted me. Like a fucking goat. Who does that?" BeBe winces from snaking her head while her hand holds her nose in place.

AJ taps Ashleigh on the shoulder. He slips her a clip board with a pen and a few copies of the NDA.

"So, you threatened her and she protected her life?" Ashleigh manipulates BeBe's words. "I'm gonna need you to sign this." She says handing the clipboard over.

"What? No." Bleta says pushing it away.

"You just admitted fault. If you sign this no one can speak about tonight or sue you." Ashleigh does NOT know where these incredible lies are coming from.

Neither does Benny, but he likes it. Encouraging BeBe to sign the paper also, he throws Kells name into the ring. Overwhelmed and in pain, BeBe scribbles her signature.

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Ashleigh isn't a lawyer but she knows that what they're doing right now is technically illegal. "Most American contracts are signed under some form of duress...." She tries to reassure herself. "Murica'!!" Her brain insists, pushing her on.

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Face hurting, embarrassed and wanting to get out of there, Bleta shoves the clipboard at Ashleigh.

"Can I fucking go now?" She asks, irritated as she pulls the blood soaked towel from her wound.

"Yeah, come on, Benny and I will walk you out." Ashleigh says as they guide her outside.

Once in a cab, Ashleigh leans in.

"Some advice, woman to woman? Luna and Kells are something different. It doesn't matter what he said to you, I guarantee she'll be back in his bed tonight and they'll be fine tomorrow. Save yourself the heartache and let him go." Ashleigh says as kind as she can.

With more than just her face hurt, BeBe simply closes the cab door.

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Still laying on the floor, Colson waits until the coast is clear before he stands up. Looking around, he can't find Luna.

He watches, confused as Slim, Rook, Baze and AJ walk around having people sign papers. Seeing Ashleigh and Benny walk back in, he heads over to them.

"Where the fuck is Luna?" He asks firmly.

"She split with Nikki and her friend Sam..." Ashleigh answers.

"Oh, yeah? Fuck THAT Bitch." Not caring what His Boys are doing, he turns and shouts. "YO FUCKERS, WE OUT. NOW!!"

Ashleigh sighs for the hundredth time in less then an hour.

"Follow them?" She asks Benny.

"That's my job.... You know, if they keep snappin' out and disappearing separately, you might wanna bring in Bullet..." Benny says, looking down at Ashleigh.

Bullet is Colson's other bodyguard. Ironically, his government name is also Thomas.

"You honestly think that when Luna's pissed, she's gonna let anyone follow her anywhere??" Ashleigh asks Benny as if he's silly.

Both of them already knowing the answer.

"Facts... Extra hands wouldn't be a bad idea with those two though, Ash..." He continues to make his case.

Sighing again, Ashleigh agrees to call Bullet. Clearly they can't handle Kells and Luna on their own.

Benny kisses the top of her exhausted, little head before he follows The Madness outside. Slim coming over to hand her a stack of papers.

"I think we got 'em all..." He breathes out. "I gotta catch up with them. Sorry you gotta deal with this bullshit, Ash!" He kisses her cheek before jogging off.

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"It's my job... And my bestfriend." She thinks as she flips through the NDAs. Debating on if she should call Monica on Luna's behalf.

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In the back of the cab, Luna's phone rings. It's Pete.

"Hey!" She answers. "Yes, I'm Okay. I'm with Sam." She replies to his questions. "I'll be fine, Petey!!" She laughs as he teases how THAT'S what he's worried about.

Pete then unloads onto Luna his feelings about Colson and tonight. Listening, she doesn't speak until he finishes.

"Don't be mad at him, Petey... I know why he did what he did. I made him jealous and he tried to do the same..." She explains to their friend.

Pete tells her how she's making excuses for him the way she used to for Justin.

"Pete." Luna never calls him that and he knows it. "It's not the same..." She trails off. Pete doesn't know about her affair with Tommy. "I need you to trust me. He wasn't right but he had his reasons." Luna partial explains.

Her words stop him. He's known Luna for a long time and knows she doesn't put up with being disrespected. Knowing that both she and Colson are extremely complicated individuals, he accepts her shut down with a promise of lunch. SOON. Luna agrees with a grin.

Pete and Luna end their conversation with Be Safes, Love Yas and A Definite Lunch.

Hanging up, Luna turns to Sam. She's wedged between her and Nikki in the back of the cab.

"Where we goin'?" She asks.

"Mothafucken' Bridge Party, B!!" Sam exclaims to Luna's excitement.

Luna turns to Nikki asking if she wants to change as she pulls a red scarf out of her bag. Drapping it around her shoulders, Luna's dressed in cutoffs, a tank, stockings and Docs. It's what she performed in. Always Bridge Party ready.

"Fawk NO!! I look FABULOUS, BITCH!!" She exclaims to both Luna and Sam's laughter.

"Yo. You said he had his reasons... Why?" Sam asks Luna directly.

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Sam and Luna have known each other since 6th grade. Making Sam one of Luna's oldest friends. Being based in NY, Sam knows EVERYONE. Not just Nikki and Pete but Justin, Ashley, Mack, Frannie... Even Jackson. Sam being Luna's drummer in their band Dysfunctional Baggage, they'd seen a lot and been through a ton of shit together. Sam was who Luna first called when she found Justin. Not 911, not his mother or her grandmother. Luna called Sam. Rushing over, Sam had witnessed Luna break in a way she'd never allow anyone else to. Or probably ever will again. Luna trusting Sam beyond her life.

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Before Luna can answer, they pull up to the corner Sam requested. Tipping the cabby, the three women jump out.

"THIS IS GONNA BE SO FAWKING FUUN!!!" Nikki exclaims, wrapping an arm around both Luna and Sam's laughing necks.

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Hitting The Bus first, Colson changes. Slipping a cool, pink, silk shirt onto his body, he thinks of Luna.

"Bet she's wit fucking Tommy. Whore." He tries to convince himself before he heads out into his own recklessness. Knowing he's wrong.

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The Bridge Party is raging. Making Luna happy to be home. Linking arms with Sam and Nikki, they skip down into the music and lights.

NYC's party scene is a culture all in it's own. Heading under the bridge, it's like a multicolored, twisted, high school reunion. Luna and Sam seeing people they love. Nikki running into others she hasn't seen in YEARS.

"Wanna get on?" Luna asks Nikki with a grin as she opens her mouth.

She has a blotter and three single stacks on her tongue.

"FAWK YEAH!!!" Nikki grins, ready for another Nix&Loons MessABout.

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Colson and The Band are a Flashers, an elite gentleman's club in NYC. Not that they're gentlemen or anything.

Tossing bills everywhere. Asses all over him, Colson pounds drink after drink. He's trying to erase Luna from his mind. He's got about an eight ball left over from the half ounce from Philly. Pulling it out, he dives face first.

He's on a mission. Not necessarily to overcome as many women as he can like before but to forget One who is like no other. Standing with a beer and drink in hand, joint in his mouth, he leans down to pick up another shot.l

Wanting to erase ever meeting That Brooklyn Bitch.

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Luna is living her best freaking LIFE!! And she doesn't give a FUCK. Music flows as she dances with Nikki and Sam.

"I HAVE FUCKING GLOSTIX!!!" Luna exclaims as she bounces to the side to dig in her travel bag.

EVERYTHING is in there. Clothes, drugs, makeup, things to play with, candy and SCARVES.

Luna ties a flowered one around her head as she brings back GloStix and lollipops to her grateful friends.

They continue to bop and groove. Luna is tripping her PUSSY off. Playing with the red scarf around her body as she dances with Sam and Nikki.

"WATER!!!!" Sam shouts after what feels like two beautiful lifetimes but is probably only an hour.

Nikki and Luna nod in agreeance.

Bridge Parties are the ancestors of WoodStock. The grandmother of a non-profit festival, if you will.

Making their way to the water table, there's ten old orange Gatorade coolers set up. The City knows what's needed to party.

Grabbing her water bottle out of her bag, the three friends stand, drinking water continuously. Raving over it's Holy Greatness.

They laugh and catch colors. Trails and magical objects. Keeping close to one another to not be lost upon their voyage.

Bellies full of life fluid, they fill Luna's water bottle before going to squat and pee. What does Luna have? Toilet paper and baby wipes because LIFE.

They pee together, alllllllllll the way at the end of the bridge. Nikki teasing Luna how she's an Old Lady when she has hand sanitizer too.

Still living in the real world, Sam reminds Nikki.

"Nah, Boojie. Remember... THAT'S how we roooooll!" Sam teases Nikki as she squeezes her friend. "Dirty hands, Bitch!!!" Sam shouts laughing.

"Ahhh... Get the fawk owf meeee!!" Nikki laughs, hugging Sam back. "Nah... That shit was good."

Nikki agrees with a smile. Her hallucinating soul, mind and heart floating back to the early days of her career and their friendships.

Together the three of them grab hands. Skipping into the lights like they have no worries or cares.

Slowing down, Luna remembers. "Yoooo... I have chalk." She grins as she reaches into her bag.

Plunking down right where they are, the three artistic friends begin to display their tripping minds. Like a Mandela. Once they're gone, it too will be. Shortly after.

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Colson's leg is jumping. He's high as fuck and still irritated. Downing shots as a pretty blonde wiggles up and down him. She's doing nothing for him.

"Take you in the back, make you feel better?" She offers as she bounces her tits in his face.

"No thanks." He says, pulling his head back and shoving a hundred towards her.

Insulted, she rises off of him.

Slim's been watching His Boy all night. Taking this as his opportunity, he slides over.

"What's good, Dawg?" He asks his bestfriend as he hands him his pen.

"Shit, Man." Colson puffs on it hard.

"So... Tonight is nothing?" Slim leads.

"Tonight was fucked, Homie." Colson responds, hitting the pen again.

"Talk to me, Brotha..." Slim continues to lead Colson.

Leaning back, Colson hits the pen a few more times. He's trying to collect his angry, confused and as always, inebriated feelings.

"She seen Tommy today." Is all he says.

Colson's a lot like Luna. He doesn't like his things to be touched.

Slim nods. He knows it's a contentious subject with Colson and Luna.

"Why?" He asks.

"I don't know... We didn't get that far. She told me and..." He looks at one of his longest friends. "And I shoved her. Hard enough to break a mirror." Colson looks down as he says the last part.

"Shit, Man." Is all Slim can say.

"I know... I don't know why the Fuck she was with him though." Colson starts to get angry again.

"She didn't say why at all?" Slim asks, not believing that if Luna was gonna pull some shit, she'd be careless.

"A fucking business meeting or something.... I don't know." Colson answers.

"Dawg. Do you know who this Tommy cat is? Like really? Besides from Luna?" Slim asks, suddenly worried Colson doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

Colson shoots him a dirty look. He remembers what Benny had said.

"Dawg. He's like THE BIGGEST hitter in NY.... You know Luna's got her hands in a lot of shit. Remember how she freaked out over the picture of them? It could be business. HIGH FUCKING BUSINESS, Homes." Slim sighs. "Look, I don't know up from down when it comes to LunaTic because that bitch is wild, but what I will speak on, is she ain't never done you dirty and I ain't never felt her motives as dirty. Even if she got dirt wit this Tommy cat. That was before you... You really think she fucked him and came back to you?" Slim cuts to the chase.

"Nahh..." Colson says with an irritation to his certainties.

Another girl walks up on them. Colson shrugs as he throws his arms out. The girl takes this as an indication to climb on top of him.

Never thinking he'd take a chick's side over his boy's, Slim shakes his head as he watches another girl slither upon Colson.

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Luna texts Ashleigh, hitting her Google locate. Letting her know where she is in The City. She goes on to apologize for not bringing her with her, promising to be back soon, to hit her up if she needs to.

"I should've fucking grabbed her..." Luna thinks. "If anyone needs a fucking escape, it's her...." Luna deciding her and Ashleigh will have an official MessAbout.

Sam climbs onto the cement wall Luna's sitting on, she's lost her shoes. Nikki is dancing free in the night.

That's the thing about The City, you can be everyone and no-one at the same time.

Nikki's appreciating being no-one in this moment.

"So... You never answered my question..." Sam asks Luna.

"Hmm?" She hums.

"Why? Why would you even consider marrying him after we spent tonight under a bridge like we're 19 because he wanted to schmooze up on some twat?? Are you not trading a junkie for a whore?"

Sam's words cut deep, but not enough to phase Luna. A calculated woman who knows what she expects out of this life, Luna doesn't care to explain.

"Sammy. I tell you. You know I'm not without fault. Neither is he. But love is love and sometimes that shit makes people jealous and they retaliate. I fucked her up for her OWN words. Not his actions. He may have antagonized it but let's not act like he fucked that bitch on the middle of the floor." Luna tells her friend.

Both always one to call a spade a spade. Neither bullshit.

"You know murder was the case that they gave me." Sam states, eyeing her friend.

Even tripping balls, Sam is very much like Luna. She don't fucking play.

Bursting into laughter, Luna grips Sam. Squeezing her tight.

"Let's go find your shoes, Bro." Luna laughs.

Lacing fingers with Sam before they begin their hunt.

Nikki comes running up with one of Luna's scarves on her head. She attacks both her friends with a hug.

"I FAWKING MISS THIS, YO!!!" She shouts, pecking Luna and Sam with kisses.

Luna relates to one of her greatest friends. Unhappily for the first time ever. Her third eye realizing how much she hates being out of her element.

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"I wonder if she'll come back..." Colson thinks as another random ass grinds against him. "Maybe I should hit her up... No. Fuck that. She fucked up first... Not me." He stubbornly thinks as he slides a bill into the g-string in his face.

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Sam and Nikki are dancing within the crowd as Luna sits by herself. Finding a random lighter beside her she flicks it.

Giggling at the colors radiating off of her finger tips. She wishes Colson was with her.

Tripping out of her mind, Luna closes her eyes and imagines him bouncing around with her. She grins at the idea of his excitement. Then her mind jumps to red. The blood. The girl. The anger.

Luna whips her eyes open. Knowing how to stop a bad trip, she leaves the lighter where she found it. Jumping off the ledge, Luna heads into the crowd. Letting the beat take control of her body as she finds her friends.

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Still slamming lines, Colson's not hungry when they leave the high class strip club.

As everyone one else gobbles down pizza, he continuously checks his phone. Leg bouncing maniacally off the floor.

He wants to know where the fuck Luna is. But like an Asshole, he won't contact her.

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"Ahhhh!!! I haven't had THAT much fun in SO long!!" Nikki laughs in the back of their cab.

It's rounding out 6A. The sun is coming up. The day is done and Luna had a fucking blast.

"That's why I don't ever wanna be famous..." She groans, placing her head in her hand. "You're so fucking busy and miss out on all the cool shit... For what??? Your fucking name on people's lips??" Luna snidley complains.

"Not all of us can be born with a silver fucking spoon, Loons." Nikki cocks back.

"Shut the fuck up, Nix." Sam comes to Luna's light defense. "We both know Patti didn't raise Loons as a baller and even if she did, Loons don't give a fuck about that shit." Sam states with a knowing smile.

"Enh... You got some truth in that." Nikki smirks. "But royalty is royalty and you can't deny that shit."

Luna and Sam don't dispute the truth.

"I love your rich, white ass doe!!" Nikki laughs as she hugs Luna.

Their cab pulling up in front of her Upper Eastside buiding.

"BOOJIE." Sam laughs calling Nikki out.

"Fawk you!!" Nikki laughs as she hugs her friends GoodBye.

Sam and Luna heading back to The Bus.

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Walking onto The Bus, it's awake and aware. Luna grabs Colson by the collar of his shirt. Dragging him with her, she leaves Sam. Knowing she's been on tour before and that Boys are no obstacle for her.

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"Kitten.." Colson starts to say.

"Shut the fuck up" Luna states as she grips the back of his neck. Kissing him fiercely.

She may understand Colson's jealously but it does not excuse his shove. Luna has a strict Don't Hurt Me Unless I Ask For It policy. He broke that. And now, she'll make him pay.

Releasing him, she demands he strip as she pulls off her own clothes.

Colson listens. Pulling his shirt off and dropping his pants for her. Happy she's in their room but starting to grow pissed over Tommy again.

Luna shoves him on the bed.

Climbing on top of him, she kisses his mouth with anger as she plays with her folds. Opening herself enough for her to jam him inside her tight pussy.

Even furious, his girth is too much. Luna cries out from his cock as she tries to work him into her.

"Kitten.." He says again.

Clasping her hand over his mouth, Luna tells him to Shut The Fuck Up as she rides him to her pleasure.

Not one to be told what to do, even by Luna for too long, Colson losses his patience.

Grabbing her ribs, he flips her over on the bed. Luna wraps her legs around him as he drives into her.

"Tell me what to fucking DO..." He taunts huskily in her ear.

This infuriates her. Using all her strength, Luna flips him off her. Keeping his dick in place, she rides him like she owns him. Because she does. Placing her hand on his throat as she bucks against him, Luna demands Who The Fuck Does He Belong To.

He gasps out "YOU."

Colson is stronger than her. Gripping both hips, he easily tosses her back off of him.

On top of her, as her head hangs off the bed, he demands Who's Pussy Is This as he punishes her with his dick.

Hips jolting against him, Luna diverges. "NOT YOURS IF YOU DON'T ACT RIGHT!!!"

She bites his neck hard, causing him to whimper. Flipping him back over, Luna commands his body.

She fucks him strong and hard. The rage and anger from the last couple days only peeping out.

Pulling his hands to her ass and holding them there, Luna shifts Colson deep into her. Using his body until she's done with it.

Feeling herself cum, not caring but knowing he did too, Luna drops on to the bed beside him. He doesn't get the luxury of staying inside of her.

"Kitten..." He hums as he reaches for her.

"Don't fucking touch me." Luna spits out, swatting his hand away.

Just then The Bus jerks to a stop. It was only a two hour ride to NJ.

Luna climbs off the bed, throwing on her clothes from last night.

"Don't think we're fucking good. At all." She states before grabbing her bag and marching out of their room.

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To be continued....

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yandere-flower · 5 years

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Can I have a Junkrat x male reader? Maybe a soulmate AU have each others names on them. Junkrat is thrilled but the reader is not. Set in Junkertown? Thank you!

Hey, gosh this idea has been floating in my head but I can’t it took me so long!! So I hope you weren’t looking for something soft and fluffy cause this is smut buddy. I gotta admit I never felt the attraction to Junkrat but did I let that stop me? Absolutely not. Hope you enjoy!!

Non-con and poorly written blowjobs down below

You were on a routine mission, one of no particular note. It wasn’t like you weren’t a good agent, you just weren’t like the legends. Every organization needs their hard workers. Besides, the grunt work was a good way to deter you from thinking about the name on your wrist. You never met them, or even heard of them. You had to admit you started to feel like you’d never meet. But ever since you started working with Overwatch you found yourself caring less and less about the name marring your skin.

Who the hell was Jamison Fawkes and why should you even care?You had important things to worry about now, like the mission at hand. You’ve heard how dangerous Junkertown could be, but that didn’t stop you from signing up. You’ve settle for being a decent agent for to long but now you’ve wanted to commit yourself fully to your job. There was no room for love in your life right now, and you preferred it that way.

When the time came to run the mission you took the initiative to take charge. You felt confident and ahead of the rest, nothing was going to stop you from completing this mission fast and effectively. Things were going smoothly and you didn’t see any signs of enemies. It should’ve been a quick in and out mission, and it started looking like it would be the perfect case.

You should’ve listen to your mother’s superstitions. Knock on wood. To bad you were surrounded by metal at the time.

Caught right in the middle of your thoughts, an enormous sound ruptured the air around you and you were knocked on your back, your head crashing against the pavement. Debris surrounded you, and the high pitched ring in your ear led you to conclude that an explosion went off. The loud booms and fires in the distance told you that whatever was attacking was still there. You struggled trying to get up, but you could barely manage to open your eyes due to the splitting headache you were sporting at the time.

That’s when you first heard that maniacal laughter.

You tried your best to get up and defend yourself, to fight off and rescue what little remained of this mission but your attackers were well prepared for you. The criminal, the scavenger, the what ever the hell the sorry excuse for the man was, found himself wandering to you weakened and damaged body. You heard the sounds of scrapping metal, of something heavy dragging across the ground and you tried crawling away. He had a weapon of some kind and you didn’t want to stay and find out what. Your body tensed as he grew closer to you, bracing itself for the inevitable pain you were about to experience.

You managed to roll yourself around, grunting from the sounds of your fractured bones shifting in tow. You were going to fend the bastard off if it was the last thing you’d do. Fuck him if he thinks your going to just lie there and take it. Seeing his face for the first time was an experience in itself. His eyes were just as crazed as his hair, his skin caked in dirt and filth. His grin was the worst part. Like he was gloating about his victory of you. He muddy boot found itself smashed into your chest, keeping your already fragile body pinned to the ground. This was it. He was going to kill you and were going to end up just another statistic. As he searched through his various tools of mayhem, you tried pulling off his foot, clawing at his leg, any sad attempt you could muster to achieve something.

You should’ve quit while you were ahead. Your pathetic attempts at a win only alerted the man to a much bigger prize than another notch on his kill count. What cruel fate it was the your only good arm was the one that had that stupid name on it. Immediately the animal stopped in his tracks. His face frozen and his body stiffened at your fruitless attempts to escape. But before long that disgusting smile came back, and wider than ever. You wanted to ask why, or bait him, or say anything to try and distract him but before you knew it something heavy busted against your head and everything went dark.

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You found yourself in a way worse situation when you awoken. Everything was dark, and your first thought was your were dead. However, most people don’t wake up dead. Judging by the feeling of a rough fabric against your face, you came to the conclusion that you were blindfolded. You could tell you were sitting upright in a hard chair, with your ankles bound to the legs and your wrist securely tied across the back if it. You tried to use what little strength you had to free some part of yourself, but its was pointless. All you could do was wait.

You mentally tried counting, reaching all the way to 2,396 before you head the creaking of what sounds like a door. That same scrapping sound you heard before you fell unconscious filled your ears, and you were immediately filled with a sense of dread. Without even realizing your were practically gasping, your anxiety increasing as every minute passed. You were bound, sightless, and barely holding onto your life. Regardless of your options, none of them would help you.

The noise stopped and you could feel something against your knees. The bastard was standing right in front of you, taunting you were touch while depriving your of your ability to see him. You tried to keep your composure, holding your breathing to try and regain some sense of dignity. You tried to figure out what he was going to do but you suddenly felt the palm of his hands holding your knees before slowly spreading them apart. Judging by the amount of pressure his hands were placing on your knees and the rough grunt from him you thought perhaps he was getting down to kneel. Your confusion on grew as the hands on your knees starting frantically rubbing against the rough fabric of your pants. You thought maybe he would speak, taunt you and laugh about your helplessness but he only continued his task. Before long his hands started venturing up your thighs, and you started to panic.

“What the fuck do you want already” you spat out, each would fueled by the pained by the tightness in your chest. You couldn’t tell if it was the nerves or internal damage. You didn’t particularly care to find out at this exact moment as the man only chuckled in response. As if encouraged by your sounds, his fingers began kneading into your muscular thighs, bruising your already mutilated body. For a brief second the man stopped molesting your body, but your relief was short lived as you felt pressure against your crotch accompanied by sound of your zipper being undone. That was the final straw for you, dignity be damned.

“Cut it the fuck out, I don’t want to play your sick games” You spat out, desperately jerking your body anyway you could try and find a weak spot. Your anger was ignored as the man fought with your body, freeing your cock from it’s own restraints. You gasped as the cold air hit your organ, shuddering at the little bit of freedom you received. Your reaction elicited a response from your attacker, who cooed at your helplessness. There wasn’t anything you could do to fight him off. You were at his mercy.

Yet there was little mercy for you here in Junkertown.

Your breathing quickens as he clasps his rugged hand against your member, roughly working your soft cock. You grimaced at the sensation, wanting to retain what little of your dignity you had left but the pleasure coming off from the movement telling you to succumb. As much as you wanted someone to rescue you right now, your pride was telling you to just get through this. His pace quickens, furiously rubbing your now erect cock while his hot breathe hits tantalizingly close to your tip. Frustrated grunts escape past the tight lock of your lips, giving the man the encouragement he so desperately desires. Every noise that flees your lips leads to another harsh tug and euphoric moan from the criminal, as if his pleasure is tied to your own. Your aching dick was crying out for more attention, coating his hands in your pre-cum as you still tried to deny yourself fulfillment. He already had your cock in his hands, the last thing you wanted to do was give in. Although perhaps if you cummed on his face you could count that as some kind of sick win in whatever kind of disgusting game this was.

Minutes have passed since he first started pleasuring you, and judging by the erratic tugging at your member and his increased panting your assumed he was getting off to this as well. At least this wasn’t just about humiliating you. However that panting lead to puffs of heat against the sensitive skin of your dick, and you gave in to your hopelessness.

“Please, just..hurry up and do something else already” you whine out, pleading out for release of any kind. The breathe against you stops and is instead replaced by the incredible feeling of his gnarled lips engulfing your cock and practically swallowing you whole before sucking you back to your tip. You’re practically mewling at the loss when he painstakingly runs his tongue up your length, somehow managing to chuckle against your member as you whine out in delight. As his tongue swirls around your tip, his mouth once again wraps around you cock, his mouth a warm, slobbering mess surrounding your length.

The overwhelming feeling of your captor sucking you off in god knows where while you are bound and blindfolded hits you like a train as you come undone with his mouth still firmly encasing you. Your hot seed flooding down his throat as he moans against your softening dick, unraveling himself. Your weary and exhausted body slumps in its chair, only being held up by the rope still restraining you.

You’re so out of breathe than you merely sit there panting as he finishes sucking you, coming off your mouth with a loud, wet pop. Out of breathe himself, he rests his head against your exhausted member, practically nuzzling into your crotch as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I finally have you.”

#yandere x reader #yandere overwatch #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #junkrat #yandere #male yandere #fic

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dreamcloudlanding · 5 years

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Dad AU: Rat’s Nest

Jamie: *in the middle of a long elaborate story while walking down the school hallway with Hana, Lucio, Genji and Mei, a strip of bandages wrapped around his head* “So this gang is circlin’ us like a bunch of vultures shoutin’ “GIVE US THE JEWELS” So I shouts to them “I GOT YOUR JEWELS RIGHT HERE!” Cuz I had stuffed em down my front for safe keeping, but this gets em all riled up for some reason and one of hits me square in the head with a beer bottle.”

Mei: “What did the doctor say? Do they think you have a concussion?”

Jamie: “What doctor?”

Lucio: “You didn’t see a doctor??”

Jamie: “Nah, Roadhog took care of me. I ain’t got no insurance.”

Lucio: “Maybe I should take you to the nurse.”

Jamie: “Oh calm down, this ain’t the worst head injury I ever goOO- HEY!” *scampers over to the girl attempting to wipe the dirt off his locker and glares at her* “What the hell you think you’re doin’?”

Girl at Jamie’s locker: *turns and holds her dirty handkerchief, that she was using to wipe the locker, in front of Jamie’s face* “This is unsightly.” *tosses the handkerchief at Jamie’s face* “I am Satya Vaswani, and as President of the Student Counsel, I demand that you clean out your locker, Jamison Fawkes.”

Jamie: *flinches and swipes away the handkerchief before pushing his way in between Satya and the locker* “There ain’t nothing wrong with my locker! It’s perfect the way it is.”

Satya: *backs away slightly, not wanting to be too close to Jamie’s oil and smoke covered gloves and puts crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes* “Look at the lockers surrounding yours, nearly pristine stainless steel, could use a polishing, but are in acceptable limits. Or at least they would be except your locker has tarnished the quality of this entire hallway. Smeared with oil and dirt, dented so severely that it’s a miracle the lock still functions, those horrid bumper stickers, and worst of all the revolting odor that emanates from it, leading me to believe something died in there!”

Jamie: *smirks and leans against the locker* “Yeah, it took me a while to give it some proper personality.”

Satya: *gets a disgusted look* “I demand that you clean this repulsive locker!”

Jamie: “I don’t care if you are student captain or whatever, last time I check, the student council was just a buncha preps who do nothing but whine to the teachers and beg for money!”

Satya: *glares slightly and tightens her fist* “Then you obviously know nothing. Clean your locker or I will be forced to take drastic measures.”

Jamie: *makes a rude noise* “I’m sooo scared! Why don’t you clean it yourself? Heh, I bet you’re too much of a prep to even touch the thing with your bare hands!”

Satya: “I may have higher standards for myself, but that is why I am in a position of authority. And why someone like you is always going to be-“

Jamie: *wipes a hand across his locker, collecting a large amount of dirt, and holds it out threateningly toward Satya* “Will ya look at that, I just soiled my good glove, be a shame is I were to touch something with this hand.”

Satya: *eyes widen as she turns her body, trying to keep her bright, white shirt out of Jamie’s sightline* “You wouldn’t dare.”

Jamie: *snickers and approaches, wiggling his gloved fingers mockingly* “Oh dear, I think I’m fallin’! Better hold my hand out for protection!” *gets within 5 inches of Satya’s shirt*

Satya: *tries to keep her cool, but yelps and backs away when Jamie gets too close, her eyes brimming with tears* “Vile parasite!”

Jamie: *smirks in delight and continues approaching* “What’s that, love? Didn’t catch it. Speak into my hand!” *jumps forward, swiping his hand at her*

Satya: *screams and side steps, immediately turning and running*

Jamie: *laughs delightedly and puts his hands on his hips* “See ya later, prep!”

Mei: “Jamison, that was mean!”

Jamie: *turns to her, a confused look on his face* “Whadya mean? She was askin’ for trouble so I gave it to her!”

Genji: “She’s only trying to help the school, Jamison. Maybe cleaning your locker isn’t such a bad idea.”

Jamie: *frowns and narrows his eyes* “Who’s side are you on? My locker’s the way I like to keep it! So what if it’s a little different?”

Hana: “Well.. the problem isn’t really that it’s different..”

Jamie: “What?! You too? Ain’t their anybody on my side in this?”

*The other 4 remain silent for a moment*

Jamie: “... You gotta be kiddin’!”

Lucio: “It’s not that we don’t support you, it’s just... you’re locker’s kinda..”

Hanzo: “Repulsive.” *walks up to them with Jesse next to him* “It’s the single most disgusting thing in this school.”

Jamie: *stares blankly for a moment* “And you all think this?”

*Another awkward silence*

Jesse: “Come on, now. Let the man do what he wants with his stuff. Ain’t harmin’ nobody.”

Hanzo: *gives him a look* “You’ve never been around when he opens it.”

Jesse: “Whadya mean?”

Jamie: *makes a rude noise* “Hanzo’s just a prep like the girl! Watch.” *turns and pounds his fist on the locker, opening it and sending a pile of unidentifiable, grime covered school supplies to the floor and a ungodly stench into the air*

Jesse: *eyes widen and water up, covers his mouth and nose with the bandana around his neck* “Sweet merciful Mary!”

Hanzo: *coving his nose and mouth with his sleeve* “I told you.”

Jamie: “What? It ain’t that bad!” *picks up the pile of supplies and shoves them back into the locker, taking out a book and slamming the door closed*

Everyone: *start breathing again*

Jesse: *gags slightly* “Fawkes. I ain’t one to normally switch sides, but that was the most unholy thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Jamie: *scoffs* “You’re all a bunch’s Nancys. My lockers fine and it’s stayin’ the way it is!”

Lucio: *looking a bit queasy* “I don’t know, Jay Jay. I was on the student council last year, Vaswani isn’t one to back down that easy. She was the reason I had to get out of there. I’m telling you, this ain’t over.”

Jamie: “What? That little dainty prep? She ain’t got nothin’! I can handle her easy.”

Lucio: “But Jamie-“

Jamie: “You worry too much! She can’t even touch my hand. She’s a coward through and through. Now, if you’re all done nagging me, I gotta splittin’ headache I gotta sleep off in class.” *walks off down the hall*

Mei: “Do you really think Satya can force him to clean his locker out?”

Lucio: “All I know is, with her on the case, that locker’s gonna be clean by the end of the week, one way or another.”

Jesse: “If we’re so lucky... I swear I saw a pair a eyes starin’ me down in there.”

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Gargoyles Fics Recommendation: Wattpad

These are some my personal recommendations for Disney's gargoyles fanfic on Wattpad. This list is no particular order. It’s mostly organized by what I have read recently. Under read more because it’s a long list.

GARGOYLES: Re-Awakening By drewcharles1

Staus: Ongoing

The summary is as follows: Meet Goliath and the Clan, Elisa, Xanatos, and of course Demona once again. In this retelling of the Gargoyles origin, Goliath must make a choice between his and Demona's love and the moral implications of changing history. Elisa struggles to protect her city from terror while also preventing xenophobia and fear of the 'other' from gripping New York. Meanwhile, Xanatos begins his journey of personal ambition.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/168570670-gargoyles-re-awakening

The Other Clans By BethFarnsworth

Staus: Ongoing

After awakening from their stone slumber, forced upon them by Magus, the six gargoyles rejoice at being alive and being together again. Though their joy does not last long as they learn that they are the last of their kind. Their clan having been destroyed before their thousand year long slumber and the eggs in the rookery having disappeared. But are they really the last?

https://www.wattpad.com/story/151032304-the-other-clans

Of Gargoyles and Turtles By Conall717

Status: Completed

What happens when two groups of New York's heroes meet? Well, let's just say things get... interesting.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/50506685-of-gargoyles-and-turtles

Of Macbeth and the Kraang By Conall717

Staus: Ongoing - Updated Apr 04, 2017

New York's finest are united but not without trials. Elisa is missing, the Kraang are back, and more familiar, unwelcome faces are returning to the streets.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/68130810-of-macbeth-and-the-kraang

It Only takes a Night By TheCaxti

Status: Ongoing

The time was 994, in Scotland. Viking attacks were all to frequent. But castles had a bit of an advantage. They had gargoyles. Stone by day. Fierce warriors by night. This story will follow the clan of Castle Wyvern as they fight vikings, meet their princess, and journey into a time unknown to them.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/141777808-it-only-takes-a-night

gargoyles : what if puck is forced into a sleep when he's not summoned? By KarmaAkabane425

Status: Ongoing - Updated May 01, 2018

What if a long time ago, someone put something on puck that forced him into a sleep after he finished whatever it is after he was summoned and went back to his body? what if his soul splits from his body during that and his real body sleeps? what if no one knew that and what happens after he goes back? what if the lord/king came to find puck and ends up finding that he's been asleep for a long time? what if he became worried, angry, ect, that someone did that to puck?

https://www.wattpad.com/story/145026701-gargoyles-what-if-puck-is-forced-into-a-sleep-when

Discovering his Princess (A Gargoyles Fanfic: Alexander Xanatos X OC Mariella) By mellonmallon

Status: Hiatus Nov 19, 2018

A Gargoyles Fanfic (RATED M) Alexander Fox Xanatos X OC Mariella

Alex just wants to find a girl who can give him everything he wants and more, his "Princess" so to speak, has he finally found her, in the slums of Manhattan?

https://www.wattpad.com/story/151865772-discovering-his-princess-a-gargoyles-fanfic

It was the age of Gargoyles By dawn580

Status: Ongoing

It's been a thousand years since the fall of castle Wyren had comensed, now can Delphi and her clan take on this new time and new city or will it be their downfall

https://www.wattpad.com/story/206721924-it-was-the-age-of-gargoyles

The Things We Leave Behind By RayFerguson713

Status: Ongoing - Updated Oct 05, 2018

Elisa responds to a bank robbery in Hells Kitchen in the waning hours of the day, only to have them escape and take several students hostage in the neighboring high school.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/163537365-the-things-we-leave-behind

Love Conquers Time By BraveKali21

Status: Ongoing - Updated Mar 23, 2018

Has anyone ever wondered if Goliath loved BEFORE Demona? What if she was human and killed in jealousy by a certain female gargoyle? Or if Puck ever fell for a human before and its why he's so nonchalant about the human race? Here's the story of how Goliath, a gargoyle warrior fell for a human sorceress, lost her to death and found her again in a new age....and of how Puck finds his lost love from the past once again......

Co. written with ForestShepherd DISCLAIMER!!!!!!! We do NOT own Gargoyles or any characters along with it!!!! Just our own characters and made up places!!!!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/142779302-love-conquers-time

Disney's Gargoyles: The Last Hatchling (NOT FINISHED) By Harmonyclaw

Status: Ongoing

This story is about a self-made character named Talula. She has a daughter named Nani. Together the two find a way to live from the cold fields of NY to the city itself, with one or two problems. She herself is wanted by the Gargoyles and she is wingless. Born without them she has learned how to take care of herself and now her new addition. All of this is happening around season 1, after episode 14 when they live in the clock tower. But its a nice winter time.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/193535097-disney%27s-gargoyles-the-last-hatchling-not-finished

The Boston Clan By secteel

Status: Ongoing - Updated Jun 08 2019

Cobalt and Spike are two gargoyles. Two rookery brothers. Living on the roof of the Public Library of Boston, they've learnt to understand the human beings they share the city with. Under the protection of Megan Fawkes, a simple archive owner who dedicated her life to protecting them, the two brothers share different opinions on their kind. While Spike is convinced they are the last gargoyles on earth, Cobalt holds the firm hope that their antic and noble race has not disappeared. The small clan decides to search for answers the library cannot bring them, and this quest leads them to Manhattan.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/190181803-the-boston-clan

The Demona Chronicles (Gargoyles Fanfiction) By AndrewCreates

Status: Ongoing

Taken from the Demona Chronicles podcast, which is a passion project I created to pay tribute to one of animation's greatest (but most underrated villains).

Demona is an immortal gargoyle, who entered into a Faustian pact centuries ago. She vowed to punish all of humanity for the sins of the humans who murdered her gargoyle family in Scotland in 994. She roams the world alone, constantly searching for a spell that will bring her husband bacck to life.

In the year 1513, Demona resides in Florence, Italy, working as an assassin. She uses her ill-gotten gains to help her prusue an ancient artifact that she hopes will break the curse.

Meanwhile, a disgraced Niccolo Machiavelli has been sentenced to death for trumped up charges of conspiracy against the powerful Medici family. He only knows rumors of a mysterious assassin who can fix the problems of those who can afford to pay the right price.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/185490652-the-demona-chronicles-gargoyles-fanfiction

http://demonachronicles.libsyn.com/website

#gargoyles

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Ok so we know Raven travelling the multiverse could easily be a thing, but what about someone else? Like, an older!Damian from a Damirae universe accidentally popping up in a jayrae universe and being like "Ok but can someone help me find my Raven? She likes bunnies, hates pink and somehow loves my arrogant ass."

Hello,

Alright, I adored your idea so much that I just had to ask @chromium7sky if I could use her batlings for this fic idea and it has kind of spiraled into a mini story which will be sporadically but regularly updated along with I’ve Got the Umbrella.

Now it is set in the Hopes for a Bastard Universe, so there might be minor spoilers in it, but overall I don’t think it has many spoilers. So I hope you enjoy the story! =)

@chromium7sky Thank you for allowing me to use the batlings for this piece and I hope you enjoy the results! =)

SPOILERS FOR HOPES FOR A BASTARD AHEAD!

Welcome to Chaos!

Demon Babies

Damian walked around the Manor tiredly as he rubbed the backof the wailing baby, Ingram wasn’t having a good night. Raven was literallyexhausted into a fever and chills, his wife had never looked so poor in health;even after some of the attacks they had been through. So, in concern for his wifehe had insisted that she take the next few days off, with Kori, and just restat one of those spas women always liked. Now he had four children under the ageof five in his care.

How The Hell Raven Handled This He Did Not Know! But heavowed to never belittle or berate his wife’s wondrous parenting abilities ashe paced the nursery with a howling Ingram, while trying not to trip on thetwins toys, and with Casimir trailing after him holding Huckleberry Fin in handas Damian called Dick for help. Dick, or Maya, or Tim; hell even Jason would doat the moment because Jason had that magic with kids that always had kids doingwhat he told them to do.

“Papa!” Cas whined.

“Papa is on the phone,” he said softly to Cas and those largelilac eyes filled with tears. Damian admitted surrender now as he tossed thephone aside, knelt down with a screaming Ingo and picked up the book.

“AH! That Mine!” one of the twins shouted which had theother screaming, then there was a crash. Damian reluctantly set Ingram in thecrib before darting out of the nursery to find the two troublemakers sitting inthe remains of a Ming Dynasty vase. Tears were blooming in those mismatchedeyes as the two dark heads, with violet undertones turned to him.

“Papa!” they both wailed, Damian just scooped them up,tossing Raynor over his shoulder as Jason always did which produced a gigglefrom the sniffling toddler before he kissed Fawke’s head and walked them intothe nursery.

“Alright, bed time!” he sighed in defeat and wondered forthe thousandth time how father had managed to make handling them easy. WranglingCas for bed apparently involved bribery of Huckleberry Fin being read, whichfinally enticed his eldest to his ‘big boy bed’.

Damian settled with Ingram on his chest as the baby hadcried himself to sleep, opened the book and had three sets of eyes on him as hestarted to read where Raven had marked the finishing point. Six eyes starteddrooping as his own felt heavy reading.

How Raven did this daily when he was on patrol he did notknow but Damian was never taking his wife for granted again! Raven was clearlya saint, and he would worship her thoroughly when she returned, and he’dpossibly get a vasectomy. These four were more of a handful than their cousins.And that was saying something as all Bats were handful.

Slow his own eyes were closing as his hand fell limp withhis book.

He didn’t remember nodding off as his head fell to the side.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason ran over the rooftops, lightly, as he leapt over the gaps.He twisted as he intercepted a fist and smiled before he twisted around to slamthe back of his leg into the Assassin before he knocked him off balance thencaught the other. Throwing his weight into the fight he twisted the other man’sarm behind his back for it to break viciously before he knocked the other intohis fallen comrade. Leaping away he twisted back, flipping through the air ashis hand caught the ledge of the building and he swung himself upwards to slamhis knees into the other on comer.

She stood before him, her boots polished, and his eyesflicked up to her as he stood.

“Talia,” he greeted the shorter woman. Her predatory greeneyes flicked towards him.

“You have not lost your touch, Jason,” she observed.

“What do you want?”

“My child.”

“Well, talk to B,” he suggested.

“You will get him back for me,” she stated.

“Ya-No. Leave me out of it Talia, and the next time you sendyour cronies after me I’ll send them back in body bags,” he waved her offbefore leaping down to the street where he melted into the crowd as he slid hisdomino mask into his pocket. Jason glanced at the time, he was running late,but he figured if he jogged he’d get there in time.

He had agreed, with great reluctance to take Lian, Terry,Helena and Mar'i for the weekend so B, Selina, Tim, and family could go to Dick’srehearsal wedding. Roy had a function with the Queens, which was why Jay hadLian with the rest the brats, and Raven was his back up because the Maid ofHonor had finals she couldn’t miss. Stephanie and Cass were at the rehearsal weddingbecause Stephanie had finished her finals before Raven had. Damian was alsostaying behind because he had a school thing before the break for the wedding,then Jay was driving the rest of them up to Vermont for the wedding.

His phone rang and he picked it up. “Yeah, I’m almost to thestation, I got a bit side tracked.”

“Really Jay! I got a plane to catch!” Roy snapped.

“Cool your tits I’m walking in the building now.” hesnapped. Roy and Lian were at their meeting spot with Ace who was wagging histail as Jason approached and Lian squealed in delight then.

“Heyya kiddo,” Jason smiled at the grinning baby who grabbedfor him and Jason smoothly slid her onto his hip from Roy’s grasp as he tooktheir designated diaper bag and the leash.

“Kay, you have all the shit, I have a plane, I’ll see youguys in Vermont for the wedding,” Roy said.

“Don’t kill Queen!” Jason called after his best friend.

“Trying not to!” Roy shouted back as he disappeared into thecrowd. Jason smiled a bit as Lian patted his cheek.

“Ready to go pretty girl?” he asked as they walked.

“Jay!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you, heel Ace,” he ordered.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven lounged on her hotel bed contemplating if she shouldor should not call her husband to see if he was handling everything alright.Her empathy read only exhaustion and frustration from him, and she completelyunderstood that.

Cas was the easy baby, oh she’d preach that to her dying days.Casimir was the EASY child.

Raynor and Fawke, mischievous, but sweethearts and innocentwith their father’s boundless energy. Energy she supposed was because Bats werenaturally boundless with energy, and if she didn’t happen to know the Bats werehuman she’d have thought them demons in disguise; and that was coming from her.

Then there was Ingram. Ingram was her most difficult, clingybaby and he was colicky to the point of clingy which the others simply werenot. It was rather maddening, and endearing. Ingo was a mama’s boy, and she knewit.

Raven bit her lip as she sat up and hesitantly she reachedfor the phone then pulled away.

No. No, she would Not be THAT wife who had no faith in her husband taking care of THEIRchildren.

She loved Damian, she had loved him since she was fifteen.He was an eternal pain in her ass, but she loved the infuriating, angry Robinand watched him grow into a compassionate young Nightwing and now was becominga confident Batman. She loved him, she loved him more than life itself. Sighingshe laid back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

It wouldn’t be cheating if she just slipped over there tocheck in and make sure the house hadn’t been burned to the ground, would it?

Her husband could not cook, and if it were not for Jason thenshe had no doubts they’d have starved. She knew that her brother-in-law hadleft the fridge full of left overs before he had left on his weekend… actuallyshe didn’t know what Jason was doing in his down time, he didn’t share what itwas he was up to. Tim and Stephanie were in New York for a business conference.Mar'i was on a Titan’s mission in deep space. Dick was off on his own missionwith B. Maya had the LoA to run. Jon didn’t know about their children yet; andthat had been a bit of a terrible headache argument between her and Damian. AndSelina was out with the Sirens.

Raven bit her lips as she sat up and thought about just peekingin to check on her husband and children.

She should just to make sure they were alright.

No. No, she was not that woman! She would enjoy her weekendand return home and put out whatever fires had happened in her absence. Hopefullyno one would be raising hell or something.

But she would enjoy her husband’s thoughtful gift of aweekend off.

She could do that for him.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven walked into theManor, with a portal because she was too tired to even attempt to be a normalGothamite, and use the public transportation. She had had a hell of a day,studying at last minute. Only for Artemis to interrupt her with the insistence ofshopping for a wedding gift for Dick and Kori because Artemis was Jason’s plus onefor the wedding.

Raven would have gone with Jay except she had agreed, thatas the maid of honor she should be paired with a groomsman for the weekend. Shewas with Wally for the weekend of the wedding, and that was fine with her becauseWally was falling for someone else.

Something slammed into her knees and sent her stumbling downthe stairs with a squeak. She slammed into someone on her way down and theycrashed in a tangle of familiar limbs at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sunshine!” he groaned.

“Jay!” Terry screamed as the near three year old ran downthe stairs with the nimble abilities of a Bat.

“Sorry,” she mumbled as she sat up, straddling his stomach catchingTerry before he tripped and floated him around to be hugged by her.

“What is it with you and running into me Queen?” Jason asked.

“I wasn’t paying attention, I was looking for my book so Icould go study, my final is Monday,” she said.

“True. Kay, now get off,” Jason ordered as they heard theother hellions coming and a dog bark.

“Where’s Damian?”

“He said he’d be back tonight, I agreed with B to take himpatrolling, though I think it’s a bad idea.”

“Alright, and Cat?”

“She and Kori collaborated on a list for you and the threehellions.” Jason said pulling it from his pocket and handing it to her as theystood. Raven looked it over.

“I can handle this,” she decided.

“Good,” Jason nodded.

“Your date asked me to help her buy a wedding dress and giftfor Dick and Kori,” Raven announced setting to toddler down as they walked.Terry immediately squealed as he hugged Jason’s ankle like a lead weight.Helena appeared holding onto a flying, flaming Mar'i with Lian holding ontoAce.

“Hey girls, we’re going to have fun tonight!” Raven smiledas she levitated the girls, who squealed in delight.

“What did you help her buy them?” Jason asked.

“I talked her off of weapons and she agreed to giving them awaffle iron,” Raven shrugged. “It’s the only thing not check off theirregistry!”

“Why do they need a waffle iron!? They’re moving into theManor which has everything?” then he arched his brow as his eyes narrowed onher. “It’s for you.”

“No, I swear, I’ll give you the registry,” she defended herlie valiantly.

“You suck at lying, little bird,” Jason stated blandly.

“Fine, it’s for me, but the Sirens don’t have one and I’m abroke college student,” she stated.

“You are a devious demon.”

“Queen of Hell, not Heaven.”

“True shit.”

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Halloween 2020 - Extra - The Stand (1994) - Episode 3 The Betrayal

Betraaaaayal! Betrayal! Betrayed me!

This thing has a real habit of immediately bringing you back down to earth at the start of each new episode, episode 3 opens with Redman performing some impromptu surgery on a straggler their group has picked up along the way, only for the guy to die on the table. I mean, Stu was a mechanic so that’s like a surgeon for a car, right? No licensed music this time though.

Stu is a busy man though as he is also making moves on Molly Ringwald’s Fran, much to her friendzoned buddy Harold’s chagrin. Absolutely massive nerd this guy, like if you were to Google the word nerd it would pretty much be him that comes up on the image search results; thick glasses, slicked hair, rampant acne. He tries to play it off like he’s not bothered by this sudden development between the two, even though Stu downplayed his own interest in Fran when they first met and Harold feared he was being cockblocked. Inside though Harold is stewing.

Molly Ringwald looks very different in this, she has this dark hair in a bob cut that really looks like a wig. I don’t know if that was just her general look at the time or a stylistic choice by the production team but it makes me think it’s a choice by her to almost reinvent herself. Apparently in the early 90’s she moved to Paris for a time so maybe if this was something of a reintroduction to American audiences for her, she was trying to shed that famous image of her with the red hair?

I feel like Harold tries too hard, when Stu and Fran break the news of their budding romance to him he pretty much cuts them off to congratulate them and act like he isn’t bothered in the slightest. In his image as well, they’re using motorcycles to travel on (I guess it helps to weave between all the abandoned cars) so he rocks up in this full leather getup. Like not just a jacket but the chaps and everything. It’s like he’s trying to project this more macho image for himself in light of this competition, not it’s doing him much good. Then he just mostly goes off on his own, pouting and brooding.

Much like Nick and Tom were the breakout pair of episode 2, the stars of the show here are Harold and Nadine. Nadine popped up in New York City along with the singer Larry, there was something very off about her that was underlined when it was revealed that she was having strong visions of Flagg and they seem to have this romantic link, only she’s not entirely into it? I dunno if it’s like a split personality thing or if part of her is trying to fight it, there are times when she tries to walk back toward the path of righteousness but she keeps being led astray. Her hair has massively turned grey as well in whatever span of time has passed between episodes, probably only days or weeks tops. Possibly some after effect of her visions with Flagg?

The acting from these two borders on comically over the top at times, like there’s a scene where a bunch of newcomers are introducing themselves to Mother Abigail and Nadine almost floats through the crown like she’s In a trance. She approaches Abbie with her back turned and this usually quiet, jovial old woman leaps up with finger outstretched bellowing “WHO IS THIS WOMAN THAT GOES THERE?!” and Nadine introduces herself with this smile and slight head tilt that gives off this massive degree of faux coyness and sweetness. Abigail is always so warm and welcoming to newcomers but she’s noticeably shaken by Nadine’s arrival, who in turn almost seems to be toying with Abigail. It’s like whoever was in charge of this scene wanted everyone to dial it up to 11 to really get the point across that Nadine is shifty but that seems pretty pointless considering we already know she is considering her relationship with Flagg. And it’s not asif it’s to plant the idea in Abigail’s mind or anyone else around as it never comes up again.

The best part though is Nadine being rejected by Larry, who has since moved on and found a new woman in his life, and is told by Flagg to go to Harold where she seeks to manipulate him and talk him into acting out against the people who have wronged him like Stu and Fran. I don’t know if they were playing this up for laughs or if it’s just a byproduct of the world it takes place in but there’s this whole seduction scene where Harold comes home to find his door ajar and a sexily dressed Nadine inside. She’s kinda like if you mixed Sindel from Mortal Kombat and Elizabeth Hurley in Bedazzled. This whole thing plays out against his backdrop of a post apocalyptic world so you’ve got Nadine seducing a man dressed in coveralls and smelling of God knows what considering he’s spent the entire day cleaning up dead bodies from the town. Luckily she prepared two jugs of wash water that she’s left on the back porch and after that she’s prepared a fancy meal of tinned beef. It’s all shot really weird as well, all dutch angles and she’s partially obscured in shadow, sunlight streaking across her face but broken up by the shadow of the blinds on the windows.

Then, now that Harold has finally gotten some action, it’s like it instills him with copious amounts of dickbag confidence as he keeps telling her to keep her yap shut and suddenly the power in this relationship has shifted entirely, now she acts like she’s some poor put upon little housewife who needs to have her man’s dinner on the table when he gets home or else she’ll be sorry. I suppose it worked out in the long run though considering he’s following through on his plan to blow up Stu, Fran and the other town committee members that he feels he was shunned from.

Not that they’re without fault, as pretty much the first thing they do is decide to recruit spies to send over to Las Vegas where Flagg and his followers are hanging out in order to work out what he’s plotting for them. Or, as Larry puts it, “We’ve been in charge less than a day and we’ve already re-invented the CIA”. Which makes perfect sense, even if they do acknowledge they may be sending people off to their deaths. Only, it comes across a lot worse when they chose Tom as one of the potential spies, or ‘scouts’ as they prefer to call them. I get why they’d pick him in the sense of him being mentally challenged so Flagg and his followers might not suspect him of any nefarious intentions. But to do this they hypnotise him which I don’t fully get, I guess it’s like they’re deeply imbedding it in his head so it’s instinctive for him. It gets pretty uncomfortable though when Stu tells him that if anyone tries to stop him, if it’s two or more people then he needs to run but if it’s just one person he needs to kill them. Bloody hell, I thought this was a peaceful new world utopia you guys were building here? And if anyone asks him why he’s here? Well, as Stu puts it, “They drove me out of the free zone because of my feeble mind. They were worried I might have a woman who would give birth to idiot children.’ Or as Tom repeats it back “You were worried I might have a woman and I might fill her belly with a retard like me.”. He has this sort of twitch when he’s receiving the instruction, almost as if it bothers him on some level. Maybe that’s what the hypnotism is for, maybe they were worried he might not understand that this excuse is just an act and take it seriously? If they get past the conscious mind that would see it that way and implant it in the subconscious, almost like a sleeper agent sort of thing? Or maybe it would strip away all the emotional language and only take in the direction intention of the plan. Fran actually asks him during the hypnosis if he’s the same Tom that Nick met, which he answers yes before hesitating and saying no, he’s God’s Tom, so maybe on that basic level he will act for what is good for his fellow man even if it’s detrimental to his own personal well being?

It comes across as a little cold given that Stu doesn’t try to qualify the questionable things like the murder or the feebled mind excuse. He doesn’t seem entirely comfortable with it himself though, hesitating at times or having noticeable changes in his facial expressions. Everyone else in the room seems more sympathetic to Tom in the moment though, asking Stu to finish up whilst Stu pushes on a question or two more. Between this and an earlier scene where the scout idea is first floated though, he seems to have settled on a very pragmatic approach, the ends justifying the means.

There is a moment with Tom that underlines one of my favourite little things involving Flagg which is that given that people are travelling to see Mother Abbie from all over the United States, each new character in each new location seems to have a different way of referring to Flagg. Tom mentions two names himself; ‘The Hard Case’ and ‘The Walking Dude’. It adds to the scope of the situation, people from totally different areas are having near enough the exact same dreams but without that shared initial way to discuss these dreams, they’ve all come up with their own names for the people within them. Kinda ties back to that idea of people interpreting the dreams differently as well.

With all the scouting stuff though, it never seems to occur to them that if they can think of this idea, what’s to say Flagg hasn’t already thought of it too? Which is why they never see Harold’s plan coming when he has Nadine leave a nice little shoe box full of dynamite in Stu’s house, ready to detonate the next time they have one of their big meetings. Regular Guy Fawkes this guy. Only, he actually gets to set his off, albeit he doesn’t get his main targets. Nick wasn’t so lucky…damn.

And so we’re finally reaching the big crescendo as Mother Abbie’s dying words are a new instruction laid down from on high; that four of our great leaders of the free zone are to head out into the wilderness alone in order to face off against Flagg. Bring it on!

#Halloween 2020 #The Stand

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