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kiraman · 4 months

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Killing Strangers PART II, must read PART I. first. Read them back to back if you can for the full experience.

JOHN WICK AU. death/blood/violence cw / Mizu x female oc

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People don't understand the word ruthless. They think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the pure, absolute, unbridled perfection of it.

No one's expecting the girl who burned to rise from her ashes. She is not her; she is neither here nor there, she's a ghost, he's smoke smoke smoke, it slips through your fingers; ashes and embers; consuming and resuming herself. They do not know they have been promised death by her hand. But she does. Smoke does. And a promise made, Must be honored.

She does try to stay in the shadows at first. There are 10 million dollars hanging heavy over her head, and she will not fill anyone's hands with them; blood money. Stained by fear; weakness; desperation. She does not care that the world is hot on her trail, death dogging her every step. Like smoke, she slips through the cracks, filling their lungs with her death; a pistol cold in her hand, silencer on, bullets flying; precision; effectiveness. No witnesses left. They come for her, and she takes down five men in a back alley, stitches half torn open, snarling fiercely, growling her rage; she does not shed blood with her knife this time, only with her gun. She does not stop to watch who's chasing after her shadow.

She knows where to find him now; and that is all that matters to her.

It's New Year's Eve and the Cellar, (what they call the obscenely large space Violet uses to throw sinfully lavish parties at his mansion where he lives with his wife and daughter, half way across New York where the core of his group operates. ) is thrumming with life, packed full of people, all flushed, decadent exuberance and loud techno music blaring through the night, filling the air with its hollowness.

Mizu stares through the windows, letting the flickering strob-lights blind her until it's time to move.

With swift, controlled movements she pulls her jacket on, black, slick, bulletproof. She readjusts the holster of her dagger, strapped at her hip. Neon light glints off her sunglasses, neatly arranged onto her nose as she moves.

Like a shadow, she delves into the depths of his lair, unassuming, swift, like smoke, like the wind, unfathomably quick, unerringly, expertly infallible in her calculations.

Crowds throng her way, pulsing with music, swelling, swaying in the rhythm, the low, droning sound of it. She pushes her way through the throng, the grimy light of the club casting her in silhouette as she ascends the stairs to the second level. Unarmed, no guns are allowed here, in the club; still, she takes down the man guarding the door to the second floor; he grunts, a vicious, wounded sound torn from his throat as she wraps her arm around his throat and squeezes the life out of him; he thrashes violently against her, but she calmly covers his mouth with her other hand and squeezes viciously against his nose, not giving way, until he slumps over, heavy with death. She tosses him aside, and reaches for his gun, frowns when she notices it doesn't have a silencer.

Fuck it. So be it. Loud it is.

When she shoves her way onto the second floor, she sees him; sitting across from her. The strobe lights overhead cast his face in strange half-light. He is here, alive; throbbing darkly, darkly; she cannot see past his hand, curled around some young girl's waist; that same hand, stroking her hair; Mother dead in the bathtub, drowning in her blood; she cannot see past his face, dark, head thrown back in laughter, and everything around her fades away.

Smoke— ?

a man snarls somewhere near her, surprised. She looks his way, hand on her gun; his eyes fall to her hand. — You working?

Everything around her freezes, becomes smoke, fades away with her breath.

No. Not tonight... You?

Yes.

They stand, like this, motionless, stiff, breath thick in their throats, something dark trembling at the very edge of the room, and for a moment, the whole world seems to stop spinning, comes to violent halt to stand right in front of her.

She is faster than him, gun flashing under the lights as she lifts it and fires, shot after shot piercing the air, cold, metallic. Glass shatters, an explosion of metal and light as she shoots at the glass ceiling overhead, bullets riddling the mirrors flashing under the strobe lights, smashing them onto the floor and onto the bodyguards guarding the stairs leading to the third floor. Pure adrenaline washes over Mizu, and she is at her feet, growling as they hurriedly carry Violet away; his name poison in her mouth as she calls out to him, amd he looks back, pure terror in those dark eyes before he's ushered away to safety. There are throngs of people screaming around her, scrambling for the exits, but she does not even see them, her eyes, dark and terrible and dark, honed in on him; she kicks out powerfully at a man running towards her, swings and disarms him, ferociously snapping his wrist and twisting his hand towards himself, emptying his own gun into his stomach, then with a sharp, sudden twist of her torso, plunges the last of its bullets into the head of a second guard launching himself towards her.

The rasp of a door breaking open on its hinges crackles in the air, and metal floors squeaking from the men rushing in. Mizu quickly stands and turns, viciously collars the woman running by her, Violet's daughter, with her left hand and lifts her out of the grasp of her bodyguard clean into the air, unhesitatingly shooting him in the face. Snarling breathlessly, she hoists her in front of her body and turns towards the door, kicking out and ducking, shooting at another man at her left, kicking him back down and crashing his skull with her boot, and then the men from downstairs are flooding in, their rifles pointed in at her and the first man pauses as he comes through the hysterical crowds around them to take in the sight of the girl hanging in the air in front of Smoke and in the moment of his hesitation Mizu, unflinchingly, shoots him dead. She uses her body as a shield, relentlessly firing round after round until the dance floor is littered with bodies, sticky with their blood.

Another one she recognizes as one of Violet's right hands rushes in, and she throws her dagger at his chest, unerringly piercing it open. The man’s legs collapse from under him and Mizu drops the girl into a swing and launches her into the air at the other man taking aim with his gun and the man recoils in horror as the daughter of his boss flies towards him, drops the weapon to catch her as she crashes into him and Mizu is already on top of him as they fall to the ground and she smiles into the man’s eyes and fires the last round left into his head. She looks up towards the stairs leading to the third floor, and takes the man’s rifle, swings it smoothly upwards on the ball of her foot and then she is out the door and after Violet, leaving his daughter behind, unconscious but alive.

It's dark in the hallway, the low drone of the music coming from underneath, vibrating through the floor. She holds her gun tighter, loaded and cocked. It is so quiet she can only hear her own heartbeat, a distant humming, static, electric, the fan overhead, whirring in the smoky air. The walls that line the hallway are made of glass, reflecting the light pouring in through the windows back onto one another, a narrow strip of low-light. She walks, noiselessly, ears pricked, until the slightest motion pierces the dam of the silence surrounding her, and she is furiously ducking, flying onto the floor as she expertly fires a bullet through two of the men laying in wait for her around the corner, sending them smashing through a glass wall. Glass shatters all around her, and she groans, blood streaming down her face and into her mouth, but she does not feel it, she can't feel anything past the rage in her blood. She is angry.

She cocks her rifle and empties it into the vague shape of a figure that she can see running along the hallway on the other side through the glass, and the wall shatters, shards of glass exploding, raining down onto her head; she tosses the empty rifle aside and quickly, too quickly, turns around, gathering a fistful of glass, sharp shards of it that she unerringly throws into the throat and neck of a second guard running down the stairs towards her, shooting blindly. With a cry derived far more from anger than pain, she head butts the other bodyguard that comes pouncing towards her from the shadows -shattering his nose, his face instantly crimson with blood- before slashing the last of the shard of glass in her hand wide, severing the bodyguard's artery. She reaches for the gun of the first man and loads it; she is angry; she can't see past the blood trickling down her cheek, beading at her neck. She throws herself onto another man, swings her legs around and wraps them around his throat, squeezing until his spine breaks as she uses his body as a shield, expertly shooting another five men dead with no more than six bullets; shot after shot after shot, she sends them all crashing into the glass walls, each with a neat bullet hole through their spines and the arteries lining their thighs. Spitting out blood, she is on her feet and ducking behind a marble statue just as she hears more men running up and down the stairs; she is angry; she reloads another gun she took from one of the dead men while running over their bodies, and stills her breathing to near motionless, laying in wait, blood pounding at her temples; silence. Shards of glass crashed under the heel of a boot; her breath, slow, tight in her throat; pulse beating in her neck;

This is death hanging on an infinite number of miniscule mischances.

Anything could tip the world around her, here. Someone coughing in the dark, a distraction. A variation in the low light filtered through the glass, a deceptive shadow.

She is angry. She lifts her gun and waits, silent, invisible, unseeable; they round the corner and with a twist of her body she powerfully, flawlessly swings onto her feet around the marble statue and riddles their backs with her bullets; blood sputters and stains the glass, streaming down the walls; one of the men, growls, furious, and pounces, throws himself at her from the dark, she had not seen him, and Mizu, gasps, shocked, ripping her shoulder away from his hand and furiously punching her elbow into the side of his throat.

Having already thrown her empty gun aside, her hands are free and her fingers, extended in a leap, dig into the edge of his jacket. The man loses his balance; the tug bends him backwards, forcing him to totter back. He struggles furiously, violently rips the jacket off his shoulders and frees himself. Too late. Mizu spins him round by hitting him in the shoulder with her right hand, then immediately strikes him in the neck under the ear with her left. The man - Violet's highest ranking assassin, she realizes; the Jackal- reels but does not fall. She is furious; her eyes, flash, a low growl of pure, uncontrolled rage thrumming in her throat; Jackal digs his fists low into her ribcage where her stitches have torn and she groans, anger flaring up inside her like a flame that explodes, shattering the world around her. Mizu grabs him by the front of his shirt, spins him violently and throws him to the ground. She clenches her fist and thumps him from above. Straight in the mouth. His lips split like blackcurrants, blood filling his jaw and chin, teeth smashing. She growls, moans against the sting of his fingers still digging into her side; one of her hands holds him down by the throat, viciously, like a hammer, like a knife, the other one breathlessly reaching for the gun thrown near them, spinning around and shooting another five, six, seven men down, a bullet through two lungs, a bullet to the side of a neck, then right through a skull, one, two, three shots, a bullet to a thigh, then chest, ripping it open; blood spatters, splashing her face. She reels around, draws her hand back from his throat and punches him again.

She is punching him, over and over, her hands a flurry, a black blur. His face is hot and stinging as boiling water. She is angry; she sees him, black suit, black coat, black sunglasses, a black tiger tattooed on his wrist, emerging from the fire. Mother dead in the bathtub, drowning in her blood.

She punches his face into a pulp, then draws back, groaning, clutching her side. She wastes no time; with an almost frustrated groan she pulls herself to her feet, and staggers down the hallway.

The shattered glass walls shake, vibrating with the distant music coming from down below. She bends and picks up the dagger she had thrown to a man's throat, cutting it open, finds a gun amongst the guts and blood.

She walks slowly down the hall; her face is covered with blood, and her lower lip is split open. Blood is spilling through her shirt where her wound has been ripped open. She does not care; she does not feel the pain.

She's close so close; her hands are cold, precise, calmly, furiously, ruthlessly holding her gun.

And then, she sees him, there, black suit on, immaculately pressed, sat at his desk under a glass ceiling, and she is sunk for a few seconds in the strangest calm of her life. There, within her reach, sits him; him who has violently ripped her life away from her; he, who has plunged her into that fire that still burns inside of her with a rage that nothing could ever snuff out.

His eyes are open and stare back at her with something frighteningly calm in them. Except for the irises, which are of flecked grey so that they seem smokey like the hoar mist on a winter's morning, his eyes are dark. Black. It takes Mizu a few seconds to realise that they have no expression at all.

She steps forward, her boots, slick with blood, making soft, strange noises as she walks towards him slowly, her mouth twisting into a terrifying snarl. Blood trickles down her chin. She licks it away, eyes unblinking, piercing him through with their rage.

"you won't make it out alive... kill me, and then what? you think you'll somehow walk away from this unharmed?"

Mizu does not answer. She cocks her gun.

"there is more coming..."

"—let them." she snarls, calmly, a dark edge to her voice.

She is furious. Her pulse shatters in her throat.

He blinks, and she can see the fear rising in those eyes; he looks behind her, into the hallway, the floor littered with bodies. There's no other coming.

He huffs, reaches for the bottle of whiskey set somewhere near him on the desk, pours himself a drink, then another one, presumably, for her.

Pathetic.

He gulps thickly, his left hand twitching.

She is furious; her blood is pounding at her ears, each beat bringing her closer to that fire, that flame that burns everything inside of her to ashes and from it, rises only smoke, smoke, smoke.

Silence; the clink of a glass against the bottle; his breath, hard, riven with fear. Her heartbeat, furious, dark, thrums in her throat.

Mother dead in her blood. Fireworks lighting up the sky, exploding into flames.

"no one, not even you, can kill everyone. you are not God." he sneers, a hideous glint in his eyes. His fingers twitch.

"I am your God." she coolly drawls.

Silence. Her breathing stilled to near motionlessness. She hears him swallow and the sound makes her sick.

He reaches for the whiskey, his ring clinking against the bottle.

Mizu pulls the trigger.

His head jerks back violently, splattering the desk with blood.

Mizu stands in the blackness that surrounds her and watches his head loll to the side, the glass of whiskey slipping from his hand, crashing onto the floor.

Blood from her nose spatters the floor nearby.

Outside, fireworks explode, lighting up the sky.

The year must have changed.

Silently, she turns around, and walks away.

She does not look back; she does not look back again until she's at the door, reaching for the knob;

A bullet comes whizzing right past her left ear, and she turns around, furiously, hand on her gun, cocking;

There is a boy stood at a door, near her. He can't be more than seven. His hands, tremble as it raises a gun he's taken from one of the dead guards upstairs, no doubt, and aims it towards Mizu.

Shock floods her system; she did not know Violet has a son; had a son.

Mizu's hand curls, twitches. She hesitates; she hears his little breath, sharp in his throat; hears his feet scuffle against the floor. She feigns a smile, says, it's alright... it is alright, then pounces, easily removing the gun from his hand. She calmly, too calmly, pulls back the slide, locking it all the way to the rear, and empties the chamber, pouring the rounds out onto her open hand, before tossing the magazine aside. She lets the boy watch her, lets him look into her eyes as she loads her gun. Lets him memorize the shape of her face, sharp and horrible in the shadows; she blinks at him for a moment, blankly, silent, not seeing him but his father in those small, dark eyes of his, and, then, without so much as a second glance, walks away and into the night.

Into the cold night air, the wound in her side is continuously sending sharp jolts of pain right through her. She clutches at it, hissing, walking away swiftly, in control, slick, dark jacket soaked with blood. Distant sirens pierce the silence, and there is police crawling all over the streets around her. She turns a corner, heaving for breath; her steps are calm, measured, but quick, hurrying away. There’s an unmarked car idling in the alley—there always is, she doesn’t know where she gets them—

Mizu blinks and suddenly she’s beside her, a warm shape in the dark.

"Took you long enough." Geraldine says, breathless, her cheeks scarlet with rouge, cold from the wind lashing against her as she stands in the night, waiting for Smoke, and then, "come on- hurry..."

Mizu pours herself into the backseat, groaning. When Geraldine leans over to click her seatbelt into place, her hair—loose and spilling over her shoulders—falls against Mizu's torn cheek. She shuts her eyes, a pained sound dying off in her throat, breathing in the faint smell of warm skin and her perfume, something sour and sweet; smoke and lilacs.

When she opens her eyes again, Geraldine is sitting in the front, furiously driving away. The light of the GPS casts her face in strange half-light, occasionally sliced-through by the flash of the streetlamps through the window. She could be carved from marble, impossible and cold under her hands.

Not that she has ever touched her.

“I thought I defrauded more money for you than this,” Mizu says archly, feeling the car speed up dangerously. “No, Smoke." Geraldine sighs theatrically, exasperation in her voice. “No. You did not. shame on you. Hold on.” she shifts gear, and the car flies down the street, like a bullet, piercing the night.

“Right,” Mizu says, and lets her head loll back against the leather. She can feel the beginning of an ache, behind her eyes— her blood is hot in her veins, it's lava; live coals; she is still burning. “Yes.”

She stares out the window, letting the flickering street-lights blind her until she falls back into uneasy sleep.

Her phone rings, tearing her from her sleep.

She blindly reaches for it and answers, but does not speak.

She blinks through the pounding in her head; she is still in the car, it's still night outside; Geraldine is still driving.

She can't have been out of it for more than, what? Half an hour?

This isn't over. a cold, sharp voice on the other side of the line growls low in her ear.

Mizu does not answer. Geraldine flicks her eyes over to her, watches her through the rearview mirror. Her eyes are so bright; burning with something furious; fierce beauty and hunger,

Mizu does not know why she notices right then; she stares right back at her through the mirror, blindly, listens to the man on the other side of the line breathe, waiting for her answer;

when she does not give it to him, he says, fury in his throat, you think I'll let you walk away from this? you think we won't come after you with everything that we've got?

As she listens to the voice on the other end, Mizu remains still... stoic.

Yeah. Yes... I would not know how to respond to this either.

Mizu does not react. Geraldine's eyes in the mirror reflect the light; like flames, dark, carnelian; she blinks, a frown lining her face.

The man on the line is cut off by an intercom which squawks to life in the distance, a screaming voice reduced to panicked static. He laughs, and there is nothing in that voice; it's dead, cold. Empty.

Fowler. Can't be anyone but him.

But you betrayed him-

...and she betrayed us.

They are not our friends - Geraldine had said, laughter in her voice; silk; smooth, tickling her ear; no one is our friend.... everyone is our friend.

Why? What could we have possibly —

Realization washes over like a tidal flood, adrenaline bursting through her veins, ears ringing. Mizu cuts him short, hanging up; the line goes dead.

There is fury in her eyes now; and she says, move over, and Geraldine screams, says what the fuck, Smoke? as Mizu climbs her way into the front and hurriedly makes her switch seats with her so that she can drive down the harbor, furious, enraged, a hurricane, tearing the veins of the city open.

When they park outside the Cabinet, the flames have already consumed it whole, floor to ceilings, and Geraldine pours out of the car in shock, screaming her throat raw, sinking to her knees amidst the ashes. Her father looks down on them blindly, throat sliced open, hanging, dead and heavy, from the rooftop, swaying in the air.

And for a moment, only for a moment— Mizu forgets how to breathe.

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu #john wick tag.#HHHHHHH IM SO not normal about john wick au mizu let me TELL YA.#blood cw #Seriously...so many content warnings it's PURE UNBRIDLED VIOLENCE you've been warned.#mizu finding out Actions have Consequences? you'll think she'll give a fuck? Stay Tuned to find out.#writing tag.

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dreamer-oriented-express-1 · 1 month

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Here is an excerpt from my John Wick Fanfic sequel...

One of them states that Diana wasn’t in her class and that all her teachers haven’t seen her the whole day. Lara felt her heart drop. “Wait…Diana? She’s…missing?”, The sheriffs’ partner only nods. Lara felt like bursting into tears but tries to keep her composure. “You’re trying to say that she got kidnapped?”, The receptionist stands to her feet. “There’s a small mob running around here…they’ve been a nuisance on these school grounds…they’re from China...of course…”, Lara suddenly has these flashbacks of being taken by this mob from when she was in London…but a certain man had rescued her…it was John Wick. She snaps back to reality, knowing who to call as she walks up to the desk. “Can I use your phone?”, The receptionist nods as she points to a separate table where a phone was sitting.

She picks up the phone, dialing in the numbers of the Continental Hotel John had only mentioned to her once as the line starts to ring in her ear. After a moment, a familiar voice comes onto the line. “This is the Continental Hotel…how may I serve you?”, It was Charon. Lara smiles to herself into hearing his voice. “Charon…it’s me, Lara…I um…need to speak with Winston…please…”, Charon smiles to himself also into hearing Lara’s voice. “Of course, Miss Lara…give me a moment while I route your call…”, Lara shakes her head, being amused by Charon’s politeness. It was for a moment when she soon heard Winston’s voice on the line. “Winston? It’s me, Lara…I have a situation…”, Winston is sitting in his lounge, sipping away on his cocktail as he sighs. “Let me guess…a party crisis?”, Lara scoffs at his attempt. “Close…it’s more…personal…”, “Go on…”, Winston went serious, sipping away on his cocktail. Lara looks around the room, all eyes were glued on her. She sighs before speaking: “My daughter…she’s been kidnapped…”, Winston almost chokes on his cocktail drink upon hearing her words. He places the glass back down on the table as he shuffles in his seat. “By who?”, “A mob…”, Winston sighs at this.

“Tell me exactly what happened…”, Lara leans against the table, feeling a wave of dread wash over her as she explains in detail. “I was just dropping her off like I usually do…but when I did, I had this….pit feeling in my stomach…like something wasn’t right…”, Winston nods to himself as he was listening to her. Lara takes a moment before continuing. “…and…a few hours later…I come to pick up her but she’s not here…”, Her voice breaks from the tears forming in her eyes. “Alright, alright…calm down…I see what’s going on here…have you talked to John lately?”, Lara closes her eyes, trying to fight back the tears as she shakes her head. “No…”, Winston sighs to himself. “Alright…I’ll send you John’s phone number then…get in touch with him…explain what you have told me to him…and I'm sure he’ll be able to help you out…”, Lara can’t help but smile faintly to herself. “Thank you…Winston…”, Winston smiles faintly to himself as well. “Do not mention it miss Lara…if you are needing anything else, I am just a phone call away…”, Lara soon hangs up the phone as she looks straight to the receptionist. The receptionist looks to her. “Well?”, Lara gently dismisses her. “I got it from here…thank you…”, Lara looks to Sheriffs standing by, acknowledging them before quickly leaving out of the school building.

(If you haven't already, read the first!) 👇

#my fanfiction #fanfic #john wick x oc #x oc #my oc character #female original character #john wick fandom #keanu reeves #john wick #i tried #i love him #let me know your thoughts #leave a like

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dhampiravidi · 1 year

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Please Read Before Interacting! (RULES)

I’m a multimuse account. I play mostly OCs, plus a few canons.

This is a blog for people who are 18+. I write NSFW (smut, violence, alcohol) content on occasion. I’m 23.

Feel free to send me asks even if we aren’t mutuals! Sending questions is a great way to interact before we become mutuals and/or start writing together.

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All of my muses have multiple character forms, usually one per verse. Look in their headcanon tag (linked on the muses page).

I no longer tag smut.

Please trim your posts. If not, I might still write with you, just not follow. Long, uncut posts can give me anxiety.

I try to reply within a few days, but please give me a week or so before checking on replies via IMs. I try to match my partner’s length and format, so sometimes I’m just thinking of what to write.

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I can't interact with any Rogue/Anna Marie's. I have 1 who I interact with & I can't imagine getting used to another. Sorry.

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Here's a list of FCs I love to see!

Here's a link that leads to all of my D&D muses specifically!

assorted tags: memes // wishlist // muses // ooc content

mobile muse list under the cut:

Jayn: heir to a vast fortune, fighter. Verses: DC Comics, Royal/Regency, Queen of the South, Grishaverse, Western, Suits. generous, creative, faithful, loving, bossy, nosy. FC: Tessa Thompson.

Naela: she just wants adventure and love. Verses: canon GoT/ASoiAF, Rhaegar Lives AU, D&D. optimistic, honest, philosophical, careless, restless. FC: Tristin Mays.

Achilles: the Hellenic/Greek hero from The Iliad (canon). Verses: Mythology, Modern, Call of Duty, D&D, X-Men/Marvel. courageous, confident, quick-tempered, protective, moody. FC: Taylor Kitsch.

Jasmine: a young woman on her own. Verses: Marvel, Shadowhunters/TSC, The Covenant, John Wick/Assassins, D&D, Suits. practical, disciplined, overcritical, perfectionist, grudging. FC: Kat Graham.

Skadi: half-Jotun, half-Asgardian. Verses: Marvel, Call of Duty, D&D. compassionate, inventive, independent, blunt, distrusting. FC: Olga Kurylenko.

Oraia: daughter of Poseidon and Nephthys, nymph. Verses: Marvel, SPN, Urban Fantasy, The Old Guard, Pirates of the Caribbean, Shadowhunters/TSC, D&D. flirtatious, easygoing, sociable, impulsive. FC: Hannah John-Kamen.

Hestia: sweet, badass martial artist. Verses: X-Men/Marvel, Hunger Games. witty, lively, inquisitive, anxious, accepting. FC: Kristin Kreuk.

Rose: John Constantine’s space-time magician of a daughter (canon). Verses: DC Comics, The Mummy/historical, D&D. loyal, intelligent, protective, intuitive, hardworking, manipulative. FC: Antonia Thomas.

Aurelia: a Gryffindor who chose Slytherin. Verse: Harry Potter (Marauders or Golden Trio era). persuasive, amusing, loyal, protective, bossy, jealous. FC: Precious Lee.

Rela: Twi’lek Jedi. Verses: Star Wars, D&D. modest, curious, compassionate, eloquent, indecisive, responsible. FC: Rachi Sitra (or Gugu Mbatha-Raw depending on verse).

Zehara: the daughter of a Water Tribe father and a Fire Nation Colony mother. persuasive, adventurous, adaptable, compulsive, patronizing. Verses: Avatar: TLA, D&D. FC: Jhené Aiko.

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett’s second cousin. Verses: Vampire Diaries. loyal, determined, practical, vengeful, secretive. FC: Kylie Bunbury.

Shayera: she's got wings & a mace. Verses: Superhero/DC Comics, Historical/A Past Life, Empress of Thanagar, Green Lantern Shayera. brave, loyal, adventurous, determined, compassionate, self-critical. FCs: Juliana Harkavy & Freema Agyeman.

Mu Lan [穆岚]: "my duty is to my heart." Verses: Regency. restless, loyal, intelligent, outspoken, kind. FC: Thaddea Graham (& Ming-Na Wen when she's older).

Monet: supermodel, superheroine, super badass. proud, flirty, blunt, dedicated, defensive. FC: Cindy Bruna.

on request, I can play:

Fantomex (canon; X-Men)

Renée Michele LeBeau (OC daughter of Gambit; X-Men)

Rhea Livia Agresta (OC niece of Alan Deaton; Teen Wolf)

Lady Gotham (personification of Gotham City; DC Comics)

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moonylantsovs · 2 years

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RULES | 1.06: HIS SISTER’S KEEPER

summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn ), ( former ) kyle wick x fem!oc

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of death, violence, mentions of cheating, pan!bellamy, simp!bellamy

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When Gabriella finally managed to close her eyes for more than a minute a soft but urgent tap on the flap of her tent made her open her eyes and groan in annoyance.

"Gabi?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the sound of the familiar male voice and called out, her tiredness clear from the tone of her voice. "What is it, Bellamy?"

"Have you seen Octavia?" He asked from the outside of the tent, sounding nervous and anxious.

Truth is, the Kane did not see the younger Blake since the pod came down but she thought she just went back to her own tent. And Bellamy was obviously worried. He was not even trying to hide it which was odd.

"No." Gabriella responded hesitantly. She instantly grew worried for the girl she got closer to over the short time they spent on the ground. "Why? Is she missing?"

"I haven't seen her since I went to the pod last night." Bellamy admitted. He was obviously scared that something happened to his sister. If Gabriella learned anything about him in the last few days, it was that he cared about his sister more than anyone else. "Can you help me look?"

Gabriella knew that it was really serious since he was willing to swallow his pride and ask her for help, so after a second of thinking it over, she sighed.

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

She got up and quickly put her clothes back on and got out of the tent as she put her denim jacket on. Once she came face to face with the older boy she couldn't help but notice that the look on his face represented a worried puppy and if it was anyone else she would've thought it was cute.

"Why do you even sleep with your tent closed like that?"

"Because I don't want perverts like you barging in and seeing me half naked." Gabriella answered bluntly while shrugging.

Her words made Bellamy almost choke on air "N-naked?"

"I sleep in my underwear, dipshit." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms expectedly, wanting him to tell her more about the Octavia situation but he was way too busy trying not to think about Gabriella naked. Sure, he slept with his fair share of girls and boys but it didn't prevent him from wishing it was Gabriella instead. But could you really blame him?

Bellamy quickly shook the inappropriate thoughts from his mind and focused on what mattered the most at that moment; finding his little sister.

"I uh─ I only checked her tent and a few others but I couldn't find her." He explained, almost sheepishly.

Gabriella nodded, kissing her teeth in thought before saying, "You get Clarke and I'll check the dropship and Jasper and Monty's tent."

After Bellamy gave her a thankful nod, she turned around and made her way to Jasper and Monty's tent. They were originally sleeping on the second floor of the dropship where Monty was working on contacting the Ark while Jasper ─ and sometimes Octavia and Gabriella ─ was giving him moral support. After the night the wristbands got fried, Gabriella insisted they moved to a much bigger tent that she had cleared out just for those two.

"Everyone decent?" Gabriella asked, not giving the duo a chance to answer before she stepped inside while holding a hand over her eyes.

"Yeah." She heard Jasper say and removed her hand from her eyes to see each boy lying in their cots. They were on their backs, staring up at her curiously.

"Something wrong?" Monty asked with a worried expression that appeared on his face after seeing the urgency on his friend's face.

"Have you two seen Octavia?"

Jasper furrowed his eyebrows, "Not since last night."

Monty nodded in agreement and asked, "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Or is it just girl stuff?" Jasper asked playfully, "Maybe we can help you with that too."

Gabriella was too concerned to throw a sarcastic comment at him and just said, "Bellamy and I can't find her. Can one of you help me check the dropship before we get a search group ready?"

"I'll do it." Monty said and shrugged his jacket on before following Gabriella towards the dropship.

They checked the inside of the dropship and around it, as well as a couple of other random places in camp but there was no trace of the girl. The two couldn't find Octavia anywhere in the fifteen minutes they were searching so they made their way to Clarke's tent which she was apparently sharing with Wells now.

"We checked a few tents but we couldn't find her." Wells announced, his words going ignored by Gabriella.

She turned to look between her two co-leaders and suggested, "We should gather around ten kids. Not a lot of us can go through the woods in the dark, we don't know everything that's out there yet."

After gathering enough people, the group started getting ready by choosing the weapons they were going to take. Out of the corner of her eye, Gabriella noticed Jasper getting ready to take one of the weapons with a lit-up torch in his hand. She knew the boy had not been that far outside of camp ever since the grounders took him, so she took a careful step towards him to block the weapons out of his line of sight. She tilted her head, a soft look of sympathy in her eyes. "You know you don't have to do this, right? You haven't left camp since we brought you back."

"Ella, I need to do this." He told her with a look of determination on his face. It was obvious to everyone that Jasper had some sort of romantic feelings toward the missing girl. Gabriella didn't think too much of those feelings to judge them but Monty taught that his best friend was never going to get over Octavia, while Bellamy, Wells, and others thought it was simply puppy love. Despite how strong or weak his affection for her was, Gabriella thought that putting his life at risk while he was not fully prepared to do so was not a good way to woo Octavia.

"We need all the people we can get." Bellamy said, walking up behind the shorter blonde, receiving an annoyed look from her in return and a small nod from Jasper.

The Jordan boy noticed the glare his friend was giving Bellamy and quickly walked off, not wanting to stand between the two leaders in another argument.

Bellamy put both of his hands on his hips and looked down at Gabriella with an impatient look on his face. "We need a tracker."

Gabriella was never the best at Earth Skills. She was top of the class in every other subject before she got arrested and thrown into the sky-box. She did not see the point in listening to those few classes of Earth Skills she was allowed to attend because she never thought that she was going to need them and because their teacher was an absolute asshole. She preferred watching him squirm at her annoying comments. Yeah, she was the perfect mix of a basketcase and a class clown. Despite her family being from Alpha Station, she was more of a rebel and lost cause than the kids from poorer stations. She was just another proof that stereotypes were not that often on The Ark. Well, except when it came to Clarke and Wells.

Finn Collins was supposedly their best tracker, so even if she could not stand the sight of him after finding out he slept with Clarke even though he was still dating Raven, she knew they needed him if they wanted to find Octavia.

"Hey, lovebirds." Gabriella called out while walking closer to Raven and Finn's half-open tent. "Honeymoon's over. We need a tracker!" Bellamy grabbed the blonde's forearm before she could put an ax in the waistband of her pants. She turned away from the couple's tent to give him a confused and questioning look, "What?"

"You should stay here." he told her, but not in his usual bossy leader voice, it was more...pleading?

"Why?" Gabriella furrowed her eyebrows, confusion evident on her dirt-covered face. "You need as many people as you can get."

"Yeah, but you should stay here and keep the camp in check with Clarke."

"No." She said stubbornly, almost scoffing at his words. "I'm going." Before he could keep arguing, Gabriella caught sight of Clarke walking away from Finn after he tried to talk to her. The Kane brushed past Bellamy and muttered. "Just a second."

Finn's face looked incredibly punchable. Especially when his victim complex was shining through his dark and wide sad eyes. She knew guys like him. Fuckboys who thought that they could do no wrong. Dumb teenagers who thought that the more girls they fucked, the more worthy they are. He did not care about Raven's feelings and he most definitely did not care about Clarke's. If he had, he never would have cheated on one and used the other and would have confessed the second he reunited with Raven. And judging by the blissful look on Raven's face, he did not mention anything about the night he spent with the Griffin girl.

When she reached Finn she narrowed her blue eyes into a cold glare. "Listen, Spacewalker. I care about Clarke and Raven, but Clarke just happens to be my best friend and you screwed her over. So, you are gonna fix what you did by staying away from Clarke and telling Raven everything, or I'm gonna do it myself and then make your life a living hell. Got it?"

Finn swallowed nervously and nodded, visibly intimidated. "Got it."

"Good." Gabriella nodded with a clenched jaw, her features not relaxing one bit. Then, she turned on her heel and walked back to the group of delinquents who were too busy staring at the sky in awe to notice the silent one-sided argument.

"Look up there." Gabriella heard one of the boys say and followed his gaze to the sky, now noticing the same things they did. Her face quickly fell into a deep frown as soon as it realized what the lights actually were.

"Fuck."

While most kids were staring at the falling lights in amazement, only a couple were actually aware of what they actually meant.

"They didn't work." Raven spoke up, walking up behind them, her wide eyes locked on the sky. "They didn't see the flares."

"A meteor shower tells you that?" Bellamy asked bluntly, causing Gabriella to glare at him.

She was quick to shoot back with a deadpan voice, "It's not a meteor shower, it's a funeral."

"Hundreds of bodies being returned to the Earth from The Ark. This is what it looks like from the other side." Clarke finished for her best friend, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. There was no way of knowing who the people dying were. It could be any one of their close ones.

"They didn't get our message." Wells realized, too shocked to say anything other than that.

Bellamy's face fell as the realization hit him and his shoulders fell slightly at their words. Days ago, he would not let his mask falter for even a second. But now? Gabriella could see the regret and guilt that he was feeling. That did not make her any less mad, though.

Raven's face on the other hand flashed in anger and she didn't even try to hold herself back when she stormed up to Bellamy. "This is all because of you!"

"I helped you find the radio." Bellamy defended himself as he watched Finn and Clarke hold Raven back, while Gabriella just watched from the sidelines with her arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face.

"Yeah, after you jacket it from my pod and trashed it!"

"Yeah, he knows." Clarke put an arm on Raven's shoulder to stop her from making a scene and gave Bellamy a cold glare. "Now he has to live with it."

Bellamy eyed the sky one more time before looking back at everyone with determination. "All I know is that my sister is out there and I'm gonna find her." His now pleading eyes turned to look at Gabriella. "You coming or what?"

He did not need anyone for years. He barely relied on his own sister and mother for emotional support, let alone the girl that he had known for barely two weeks. But she made things on Earth both harder and easier. She made him start to feel remorse regarding the others on The Ark (which made the situation at hand extremely difficult) and also made leading the hundred easier and was the reason that Clarke was cooperating with him. Gabriella claimed to hate him but he did not really believe that. He floated the boy she loved and she still pushed aside her anger and hurt to help him. At least, that was before more people died because of him.

"No." The blonde shook her head with an emotionless look on her face. His heart sank. "I'm gonna stay here and try to clean up the mess you made."

Bellamy was quick to realize that her being disappointed was much worse than her being angry at him.

"Everyone else?" Bellamy yelled at the group who was watching the exchange carefully, afraid one wrong move could anger their already frustrated leaders even more. "What are you waiting for? Move out!"

"We have to talk to them. Three hundred people won't be enough. The oxygen level will just keep dropping and if we don't tell them they can survive down here, they'll kill more people. They have to." Clarke said, her eyes moving between the female mechanic and engineer of the group.

"Guys..." Jasper interrupted, "They're leaving. We gotta go."

Wells and Finn stepped around the three girls, the latter holding his girlfriend's hand tightly. "I gotta do this. You should stay and help Ella fix the radio, okay."

"Fix it?" Raven scoffed, "The transmitter is smashed. Unless there's a parts depot down here we're not talking to The Ark."

"There is." Gabriella announced, her eyes lighting up in realization. "At the bunker that we went to last night when we were hiding Charlotte. We can get a transmitter there."

"Great." Raven grinned, looping her arm through Gabriella's. "It looks like you're coming with me instead of staying in camp."

"I'll come too." Clarke chimed in making the Kane grin sarcastically.

"Yeah, you'll know the way there better." She muttered to her.

Clarke gave her best friend a wide-eyed look, her eyes screaming at her to shut up. She received an apologetic shrug accompanied by a sheepish smile while Raven and Wells just looked between the duo in confusion. They quickly brushed it off as an inside joke while Finn was doing his best to hide his nervousness with a short chuckle.

"Finn, come on." Wells said impatiently. "We can't find her without you."

"Be careful." Finn told the girls and started to turn around only to be stopped by Raven who reached her arm out to grab his hand and pulled him into a short kiss.

"I love you." She whispered after they pulled away, loud enough for both Gabriella and Clarke to hear, both girls hiding an eye roll.

"I love you, too." Finn said almost hesitantly. Gabriella silently scoffed when his eyes flickered in Clarke's direction.

Gabriella wrapped her arm around Clarke's shoulder in a comforting manner once she saw her stiffen, the action making the girl release a sad sigh and relax a bit.

After watching Finn turn around and follow Jasper and Wells into the woods, Raven turned to the two blondes and nodded toward the forest. "Well, lead the way."

Gabriella could not help but chuckle in amusement as Raven stopped next to another flower and leaned down to look at it up close.

"They're so beautiful." She breathed out, in awe of the nature surrounding her, glad she was finally able to see it after years in space

Clarke was not as amused as her best friend was and sighed impatiently, "Look, Raven, I know you just got here yesterday, but we don't have time for this. Come on."

Gabriella and Raven scoffed simultaneously, both watching Clarke keep walking, before sharing a look and snorting to themselves. Raven bent down to pick up the orange flower she was just looking at and turned around, handing it to Gabriella with a cheeky grin, earning herself a breathy laugh. "Charming, Birdie."

Raven gave her another grin before they both hurried closer to the girl in front of them. The brunette spoke up again ─ directing her words at Clarke ─ after a few moments of silence, "Hurry up and save the world. You're just like your mom."

Gabriella flinched at the comparison, knowing Abby became a sore subject for Clarke after she found out what she did to her father.

"I'm nothing like my mom." Clarke said sharply, keeping her face neutral.

"Relax. That's a compliment. Abby's a badass." Raven chuckled to herself. "The pod was her idea. It broke her heart not being able to come down here with me, but she never stopped believing you were alive."

"Yeah." Clarke sighed and moved a branch to make her way further into the woods. "Mother of the year."

"Well, my mom was awol most of my life." Raven explained, sounding like she was talking to herself rather than the two girls. "When she did show up, it was empty-handed. Pretty sure she had me just to trade in my rations for moonshine."

Gabriella was familiar with Raven's family background. Her father was absent and her mother was only there when she needed something. She knew Raven always tried to brush it off with a big smile and acted like it was not a big deal but no one would be okay with that. Gabriella would know.

"How'd you survive?" Clarke asked once they finally reached the door of the bunker. She reached down to brush the leaves off the door on the floor and opened it.

"Boy next door. Finn." Raven shrugged with a fond smile. "He shared his rations, remembered my birthday, saved my life. He's my family."

Gabriella didn't exactly see Clarke's expression while hearing about Raven and Finn's relationship but she could pretty much guess what it was. The poor girl was heartbroken.

"Well, there's also Sinclair. I think I can speak for both El and me when I say he's like a second dad to us. He's the Chief Engineer, he taught us everything we know." Raven added, making a genuine smile appear on Gabriella's face at the mention of her mentor and the only person who came to visit her in the sky-box. "Also introduced Ella to her first and only boyfriend."

"Kyle was not my boyfriend." the Kane quickly defended herself as she followed Clarke into the bunker. Her face scrunched up at the mention of her ex. She would hardly call him an ex-boyfriend because they were never official but they were also not friends. Friends with benefits was a light term because, at times, she did feel like they were dating. He was definitely an ex-something.

"Right, because Gabriella Kane doesn't date." Raven mocked behind her. "Because she has major commitment issues."

"Shut up." Gabriella rolled her eyes but laughed at her teasing nonetheless.

What Raven said was true, Gabriella never liked the idea of tying herself into a relationship if she knew she was going to get hurt so she stuck to one-night stands or casual flings on the Ark. Kyle Wick was the closest thing she had to a relationship, ever. And she liked him but not enough to actually make it official. The two stayed friends of course since they worked together and there were no hard feelings after their fling ended.

There was only one exception when it came to her no-dating rule but it didn't matter anymore since he was who knows where now.

The three girls took the car toy controller Gabriella told them about, along with the car it came with, and hurried back to camp with it.

Raven and Gabriella got everything they needed on a table in the dropship and sat down on the ripped-out seats. The duo was ready to start working on the radio when Gabriella remembered they could get extra help and get the work done faster.

"I'll go get, Monty. He'll be able to help us work faster." She announced, breaking the silence and getting up.

"Monty Green?" Raven asked, "I didn't know he was here."

"Yeah, he and Jasper got arrested for getting caught smoking." Gabriella chuckled at her own words. "You can start without me, Rae. I'll be back in a second."

On her way out she passed Clarke walking in and gave her best friend a smile, having no idea what was about to happen between the two of the closest female friends she had.

"Clarke! Where's Clarke?"

The sound of Jasper and Finn's urgent yells interrupted the work on the radio. Everyone hurried out of their tents or the dropship to see Finn and Bellamy carrying an unconscious Wells Jaha who had a knife sticking out of his stomach in their hands.

Clarke gasped in horror and tears immediately filled her eyes at the state her childhood best friend was in. "Wells? Wells."

She quickly hurried to his side while muttering a series of silent 'oh my god's under her breath. The blonde put her hand on a place under his jaw and felt his pulse. It was slow but it was there and that was enough for now.

"He's alive." Clarke said loud enough for everyone around her to hear.

"Bellamy wouldn't let me take the knife out." Jasper told the two co-leaders present.

"No, that was a good call." Clarke nodded before hurrying the three boys to get him inside "Get him in the dropship, now. Go!"

Gabriella noticed her best friend's breathing getting quicker. Sensing the symptoms of an oncoming panic attack she put her hands on her shoulders and turned her to face her. "Hey, listen to me. If anyone can do anything to save him, it's you. You have to stay strong, for Wells. You can do this."

"I can't." the younger girl cried. "I need my mother. I need to talk to her."

"Okay." Gabriella squeezed her hand, "Raven, Monty and I will try everything we can. Just try to stay calm. Take deep breaths. In and out . . . "

Clarke did as she was told, closing her eyes for a few seconds before wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Good. Now let's go save him."

Clarke had much more chill than anyone that Gabriella knew but in the moments when Wells' life was in danger, she could feel her slipping. There was nothing she could do about it other than to help her save Wells before it was too late.

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𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞? | 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝

Synopsis — Decades have passed since the horrific massacre of Brooklyn’s infamous crime family, all its members supposedly wiped out in the most notorious unsolved cold case in the state’s history.

All except one.

Katherina Vitale, the Don’s daughter. She’s known to the public as Felina, the Seven’s Fiesty Femme Fatale and the Deadly Darling in the Shadows. But to those with the clearance, she’s the company’s safety net in case a certain well-known supe goes off the rails.

After the Vought Senior Vice President of Hero Management's plans to force the woman into early retirement are put on hold by the untimely passing of one of the Seven, Katherina is welcomed back to the team. This time with a new stance on her place in the world when she learns the truth of what happened that fated night.

Will she remain loyal to the corporation responsible for her family’s demise? Or will she join William Butcher and his Boys in the fight against her own kind?

Pairing(s) — Black Noir x OFC, Billy Butcher x OFC, The Homelander x OFC, Queen Maeve x OFC, Minor The Deep x OFC

Fandom — The Boys - All Media Types

Status — in progress. Masterlist

Warning(s) — Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Implied/Referenced Past Sexual Assault, Referenced Past Child Abuse, Science Experiments, Canon Typical Violence, Swearing, Angst, Manipulation, Survivor's Guilt, Loss, Substance Abuse, Manipulation, Betrayal, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Freeform, Dark Comedy, Discrimination, Soldier Boy has issues, Everyone Has Issues, Possessive Behavior, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption, American Politics

Tag(s) — Star-Crossed Lovers, Past Relationship(s), Grey!OC, BAMF!OC, Nerd!OC, OC is Catwoman of The Boys Universe, Switch!OC, Sexual Tension, Sub Kevin | The Deep, Top Billy Butcher, BAMF Billy Butcher, Sub The Homelander | John, Switch Black Noir, Italian Mafia, Women In Power, BAMF Women, Women's Rights, Song: Brand New City (Mitski), but if I gave up on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive, Other Additional Tags To Be Applied

“I have a very exciting surprise for you. Both a member of the Seven, and the Deadly Darling in the Shadows,” Stillwell said, her brow twitching, like the words were venom on her tongue—the only evidence of her disdain. Maddie Stillwell, so well-trained.

Beams of heavenly light cast a pale glow on the stage, highlighting every faint line on the golden-haired woman’s shiny face. Even from where she stood yards away, Katherina could smell the fresh botox under the woman’s skin, invading nerve cells and paralyzing her facial muscles.

“Live and in person, the Fiesty Femme Fatale, Felina!”

A stunning, long-legged woman sauntered across the stage, every man in the audience shifting in their seats as their pants tightened in an almost-pavlovian response to seeing her. Katherina never failed to enrapture, with the skin-tight fabric of her raven catsuit shifting with every elegant movement of her body.

Fuck the costume department, the woman thought every time she pulled it on. Pushing down a wave of disgust, wood splintered around her nails as they made indents into the podium’s sides.

“Thank you. Aw, thank you, everybody,” She purred in her smoky voice, rapidly reading the fast-moving words off the teleprompter with an ease granted by her sharpened senses and decades of practice. Her full lips curled up into a wicked smile, flashing the audience her pointed canines as their eyes widened in awe. As if it never got old. “After a long, distinguished career with the Seven…”

Katherina paused, just as the teleprompter instructed. The audience held their breath in anticipation.

Stillwell raised a brow as the silence drew out.

The woman took a deep breath, her throat threatening to close up. “I, Felina, have decided it’s time to file down my claws and retire.”

“Let's give her a big ‘thank you.’” Madelyn said, cutting in with a picture-perfect smile painted on her lips. Goddamn cunt. You’re just counting down the fucking minutes, aren’t you? Katherina thought as she suppressed a glare, her smile widening instead. “What do you say? Thank you, Felina!”

Once the applause died down, the woman continued, “But now, as we turn towards the future, I'd like to introduce someone very special.” Her eyes narrowed in cringe at the next line. How fucking clever. “And I, for one, can't wait to see her shine. Please welcome, Starlight.”

The woman stepped away from the podium with a tight smile, clapping her gloved hands together as her fresh-faced replacement was pushed on stage.

Annie’s nerves seemed to be momentarily forgotten as time slowed down and she took in the sight of her childhood hero up close for the first time, committing to memory every mole and scar marring her pale-ivory skin.

The most notable one was a faded pink scratch starting from above the bridge of her arched brow, running across her eye, and ending on the edge of her left cheekbone. Self-inflicted during the traumatic first manifestation of the crime boss’ daughter-turned-thief-turned-hero’s powers, if Annie remembered correctly.

A pointed look from Stillwell made Katherina sigh. She swallowed harshly and drew Starlight in for a friendly embrace once she approached.

Annie’s knees nearly gave out when she felt the woman wrap her long arms around her. She was sure Felina could tell how nervous she was, the beat of her hammering heart so loud, she wouldn’t be surprised if the audience could hear it too.

Katherina pulled away, releasing the younger woman before wiping her hands down her midsection to smooth out some nonexistent wrinkles. The loud pulsing of blood vessels in her ears was nearly deafening as it mirrored each thundering clap of applause from the audience. She dropped her head, making her signature contrasting hair fall in front of her face.

She remembers how taken back she had been at the beginning of her time at Vought to see her condition be embraced in such a positive way, fully prepared to dye the hair until her scalp bled as Stillwell’s predecessor had planned.

But the public had spoken, the striking color-blocking of light and dark being picked up by girls across the country in a rapid spread alternative trend of the early-90s when she officially debuted.

The years had gone by so quickly. Katherina’s gaze grew distant. Now the symptom of her poliosis manifested in white highlight streaks throughout her voluminous layered locks, the only visible sign of her aging.

Felina’s dazzling smile seemed to falter, making Annie eye her curiously for a moment before she was guided by Stillwell to the podium.

“Let’s give Felina one last round of applause,” Madelyn said, turning towards the woman with a shit-eating grin, her words laced with a deeper meaning. Just as quickly as it had gone, Felina’s irresistible smile returned. This time it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you.”

Katherina nodded in appreciation before retreating off-stage in a daze, pushing past Ashley and her stupid fucking clipboard as a dull ringing absorbed her enhanced hearing.

The woman sat calmly in the outside air, her fingers absentmindedly caressing the velvety pages of her worn book. She scanned hungrily through the printed words, as if reading them for the first time again.

Her leg was bent to her chest, resting on the surface of the balcony’s balustrade while the other swung numbly over the edge, completely uncaring of the long distance down to the ground. No need to worry when she knew she’d always land on her feet.

Katherina's head snapped up, feeling the energy shift in the air. A shiver crawled down her spine, raking each vertebra as it descended.

A whoosh followed by a thud from behind her made her sigh. If not for the electrical impulses traveling lightning-fast through her nerves, quicking her reflexes, she definitely would have jumped. The loose-spined book in her grasp fell shut easily while she swiveled in her seat, facing the New York City skyline completely and letting both her feet dangle off the edge.

“You’re what, now?” A deep voice called out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Katherina closed her eyes, pressing them tightly shut as she was once again painfully reminded of her fate. She smiled bitterly and whispered, “I found out this morning.”

“What?” He replied dumbly.

Katherina took a deep breath, her throat burning with suppressed emotion. Pushing down the anger flaring up in her chest, she turned around and finally met John’s perplexed gaze. “Stillwell called me into her office this morning. Thought she’d pitch a rebranding of that fucking lingerie line again or some stupid shit like that. Imagine my surprise.”

“This has to be some kind of mistake,” He said definitively, shaking his head as if he had any say in the matter. Oh, John. Even after all these years, you still haven’t learned your place. Katherina used her cat-like agility to slide elegantly off the balustrade and moved to slip past the man. A tight grip on her upper arm made her tense, claws threatening to come out. “You promised me, Kat. Don’t you remember? You promised me that you’d always have my back.”

The chemical plant’s remains surrounded him, still steaming. The scent of blood and smoke clinging to his nostrils was nearly suffocating. John narrowed his telescopic gaze on the woman desperately crawling towards the flashing red and blue lights in the distance.

Slicking back his stained golden hair, he turned and readied his laser gaze. A sudden shadow looming over the woman made him stop short.

He watched as Noir helped her to her feet, meeting the fuming look in John’s red eyes with silence.

The glow in them suddenly dissipated as John watched him take the woman’s head in his hands and snap her neck, letting her body limply fall off to the side.

John furrowed his brows. Noir approached him with his arms raised apprehensively. He felt his confusion grow when the masked man in front of him suddenly froze.

“A little trust goes a long way, John.” The young man’s eyes widened, taken back by the appearance of the familiar hero. She dropped down from her perch where she had been quietly observing their interaction and sauntered over to the men.

John tilted his head, watching her intensely as she gingerly moved past the two before disappearing around the corner. His eyes widened again once he saw with his x-ray vision what she was hiding.

The cowering man yelped as she kicked him into view.

“We’re a team now,” She trailed off, gently taking the man by the chin, ignoring his pleas. Her claws made a quiet ringing sound as they unsheathed, the razor-sharp, metal-plated nails growing on command in the blink of an eye. She positioned them on either side of his head, lightly digging into his scalp before raising her head and meeting John’s entranced gaze. “I’ve got your back, John.” A crack entered the air, the man’s body going limp in her grasp. “Always.”

“Of course I remember. This is Stillwell, not me.” She hissed, her faded Brooklyn accent reserved exclusively for off-camera getting thicker as her blood began to boil. Katherina tore her arm away from his hold before stepping back into the warmth of her den.

As detached as she felt from the luxuries that Vought provided, knowing it all came with a cost, the opulent two-story penthouse had become somewhat of a safe haven for her over the years. A sanctuary free from the cameras and the deceit, even if for a few moments.

“I’ll talk to Madelyn and sort this out,” The man followed her inside, the vibrant color of his spandex suit a stark contrast to the dark minimalistic interior design of her home. “I’ll find a way, Kat. I promise.”

That’s what I’m worried about.

Katherina sat crouched in the cramped space, gazing down at the conference room through the slats in the ceiling vent’s metal grate. Simply watching.

She was too light on her feet for any of the Seven to detect her presence, but based on the glances she saw Noir keep throwing up at the ceiling, she knew he had his suspicions. Katherina inwardly sighed.

“Beginning to wonder if you'd even show up. I mean, all that pressure, it's a lot for anyone to swallow." She heard the Deep say, smugness tainting his words of concern. Her brows furrowed, carefully observing the man. Her vibrant emerald eyes narrowed as she saw his features light up with amusement before they widened with realization. That motherfucker.

“Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. ” Her replacement—Starlight—replied. Katherina rose a perfectly-manicured brow, her intrigue spiking. The new model had a backbone, who would’ve thought? She supposes there was some strange comfort in the fact that her place wasn’t being taken by a complete pushover.

“Can we get back to this, please? This is a serious crime. These assholes pirated my movie three weeks before release...” Without fail, Katherina began to zone out as she always did when Translucent started talking. The woman elected to shift her focus elsewhere, like at the man seated at the head of the v-shaped table, who was being unusually quiet.

A spike in her nerves made her lean back and curl into herself, just as he turned his attention up at the ceiling. She heard him sigh, as if disappointed to find the space empty. She silently thanked the ingenuity of the zinc lining her suit.

“What the fuck? You got four points?” A-train exclaimed, bringing Katherina’s focus back on the conversation.

“And clearly better lawyers…” Maeve interjected before taking a swig of her drink, making the corner of Katherina’s mouth twitch up in amusement.

When her vision suddenly blurred, Katherina leaned back again, sitting on her heels as she blinked away the moisture gathering in her eyes. Fuck.

She’d miss the stupid fucking banter. She’d miss the exhilaration of riling up a crowd with just her presence. She’d miss the sidelong glances filled with yearning exchanged between her and Earving during the drawn-out team meetings.

Vought had taken so much already. Made her live her life under a microscope and threatening her with more pain and more suffering if she didn’t ‘behave’. Play the part of the brainless sex kitten of the Seven but be ready to bring out the claws when it was expected.

How much had they given, but taken even more in return?

She didn’t stay until the end of the meeting.

…

Landing on the polished marble floor in the barren hallway, Katherina brushed the coat of dust off her hands and knees before beginning the short trek to Madelyn’s office.

The click of her heeled feet echoed around the hallway, the woman quickly slipping into her professional persona as continuing walking, greeting every faceless person she passed with her signature smile.

“Have a nice evening, Felina.”

“Good afternoon, Felina.”

“What’s up, Felina?”

Felina. Felina. Felina.

Jesus Christ, it’s a wonder how she made it so far without snapping at one of the members of Vought staff equally as fake as her. Katherina narrowed her almond-shaped eyes in a half-hearted attempt to hide her disdain.

The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end as she sensed a presence on her tail. Katherina’s gaze hardened, mind now on the alert.

Turning the corner, Katherina made sure the coast was clear before leaping up, balancing herself over the hallway. The surface of the ceiling dug in around the tips of her sheathed claws. She quietly waited for the presence to follow after her and reveal themselves.

A darkly-costumed man soon came into view. Katherina pressed her eyes shut for a moment and allowed herself to slip down, landing without a sound on the tips of her feet behind him. The faint sound of her heels relaxing against the floor as she leaned back on them made the man pause, turning his head in the direction of the sound. “Noir.”

She saw him freeze. Katherina took a tentative step forward, taking him in as he shifted his body completely to face her. He tilted his head to the side, an unspoken question.

“Stillwell’s orders. Speaking of which, I’ve got somewhere to be,” She answered dismissively, holding her breath as neared her old ‘friend’. She felt the ghost of a hand on her shoulder, gently halting her step. Katherina shook her head, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry, Earving.”

He felt his throat tighten, wanting so desperately to talk to her. Beg her to stay. To not retreat into herself. He couldn’t lose her. Not her. Not again.

She gently removed his hand and took it into her own, drawing imaginary patterns into the plates on his gloves before letting it fall to his side.

“I’m sorry.”

That fucking bitch.

The meeting with Madelyn hadn’t gone at all how she anticipated. John had made good on his promise, so now she had to stick around and babysit the girl taking her place too.

Katherina finally pulled on her black satin slip, taking care to not smudge the lotion freshly applied on her thick skin. The bright glare of her vanity lights made her expression fall as she ran her eyes over her creamy complexion. Focusing on the scars disfiguring her plump face. She sighed.

“Just to help Starlight get acclimated. We want to make the transition as smooth as possible." The older woman had said, the smile on her lips widening at the fire building in Katherina’s eyes. Why not start by giving me a little time to prepare then?

She finished her nightly routine almost robotically before slipping into the safety of her bed. Her eyes fell shut as soon as she made contact with the smooth texture of the silk covers.

To Be Continued...

#the boys #black noir x ofc #billy butcher x ofc #homelander x ofc #queen maeve x ofc #the deep x ofc #vought #mafia #the seven #nyc #fanfiction #starlight #madelyn stillwell #homelander #black noir

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Wickedly Domestic - Roommates and Puppies

Now that I am back on tumblr I figured I might as well upload my John Wick x Fat!OC fic here as well. Maybe I'll find the motivation to write it as well.

TW: Alternate Universe Canon Diverence, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Sex

If I miss anything please let me know!

There is a consistent thunk, thunk, thunk of her roommates bed hitting the wall. Despite a whole floor separating them she could still hear the sounds of her roommate getting fucked into next week, literally. Usually Maria wouldn’t care that her roommates late at night shenanigans would run into the next morning but, there was more at stake on the agenda today than usual. Maria pressed her pillow over her ears and looked at her phone; it was almost 4 am Monday morning.

There was a meeting in downtown New York that she had to attend, which the commute was a little more intense then she usually had to deal with. Living and working in a suburb outside of New York City allowed for a stress and traffic free drive to work, usually 15 minutes or less, but driving into the city always was a hassle, that drive tends to be close to an hour. Maria rubbed at her eyes and unlocked her phone, she still had 3 hours before she had to be downtown. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, this meeting was with the CEO. Those kinds of meetings either ended up in promotion or termination, she buried her face into her pillow. She could still hear the thunk and a few giggles from her roommate and company. Considering she was already up and too anxious to go back to bed she might as well get her workout in now instead of later.

Heaving herself up and out of bed with a groan she let out a yawn before looking around for her workout clothes. Pulling on her leggings and finding a clean shirt she fished around her room for her headphones. Despite living in New York state for a little over 3 months now she still hasn’t completely unpacked. Moving boxes were still stacked around the room and there was a stack of art needing to be hung up.

She wasn’t planning on moving when she did, the roommate who was busy getting fucked, offered her a place to stay. All she had to do was pay utilities and cook for the house once a week. The home had been a surprise to her roommate Cooper. An estranged great Aunt had willed it over to her, Cooper was already living in New York, and the full ride she received was barely enough to cover the dorm she had to split with 2 other people. When she was contacted by lawyers telling her she is now a proud homeowner and didn’t have to worry about student loans for the rest of her life.

One of the first things she did was reach out to Maria. Cooper was well aware of the tension at home, brewing in Maria’s family since they met in high-school. Unfortunately she had first hand seen more tear stained faces and frustration that Maria was put through. They spoke often and were close, promising to push each other to do amazing things. Sometimes amazing things means moving across the country but their love and friendship didn’t diminish over the distance. So offering the room

All Maria had to do was fund the move and drive 30 hours across the country. Dying to get out of the town she has spent her whole life, as well as always loving the east coast, she packed up, put in her two weeks at her current job and submitted an application to anywhere within a 10 mile radius of her new address. She thanked the stars when a local bank picked up her application and allowed for Skype and phone interviews, giving her the job before she even moved out there. She was introduced to her coworkers through a group chat and she fell into her role easily before she even met them in person.

The hardest part had been leaving old friends, leaving her family on the other hand had been a blessing. Her father and his side of the family had always been hard to please and any relationship with them over the last couple of years had been more of a formality than anything else. Her mother was a different story, tears were shed and a few fights were had due to this hasty decision on moving across the country. Maria’s mother had always wanted more for her daughter than what she currently had but packing up and leaving across the country in less than a month gave her mother bad feelings. Her mother backed off and gave Maria her blessing once she got her job, knowing how stubborn her daughter is once she puts her mind to something.

Her siblings had felt the same way, constant calls and texts were exchanged during the long drive while everyone was proud and knew she would be better for the move. It still hurt, promising to visit during holidays and letting them stay over if they ever visited. But it was like ripping off a bandaid. It had to be done or else it festers and could lead to infection, staying stagnant had been driving her crazy.

Once changed and headphones found under some papers she had been reviewing at her desk, she slid them over her ears and made her way upstairs, closing the door and making sure it was locked behind her. Her cat had the habit of running outside and getting lost or turning up at the local shelter and the last thing she needed was to also be worrying about her cat while she was working in the city.

She jogged down to the gate and opened it before she got into her car and made her way to the nature preserve just a few minutes away from her home. She could have ran there but she wasn’t quite ready to commit to the workout while the air was so chilly. By the time she has parked and started her stretches the world had started to wake up around her, birds chirping and the distant sounds of honking while she tried to figure out what playlist she wanted to run to. Deciding on something beat heavy she started down the trail that would lead over the swamp, it had been a while since she had run outside, usually opting to do her cardio in a class setting or on a treadmill while she binges whatever series she is watching on Netflix at the moment.

She was only half a mile in the trail before she had to stop for a moment. Her “ultra support” sports bra did not help as much as she hoped, having big tits was a blessing and a curse. They made working out hell on earth but it got her more free drinks at the bar then she would like to admit. But it also kept her from being able to run as much as she would like to before she has to stop and readjust.

She pulled out her phone and checked the time, quarter past 5 am, she still had time. She could do a mile before she went home and showered and get ready for a grueling day. She paused her music, taking deep breaths before she started up again, she thought she heard rustling behind her. Which despite being close to the city the swamp held more wildlife than she thought it would. She sat and listened, chancing a glance behind her. The sun was nearly up but running by herself in public always put her on edge. There was always the chance of someone grabbing her and doing whatever they would like to her, she shuddered and unlocked her phone, sending her location and a text as to when she would be back to the roommate group chat. Just in case she were to get snatched up at least her roommates would know where she was last.

She started up again, turning her music up all the way to drown out her heavy breathing and the sound of her feet hitting the trail. It wasn’t until she was almost across one of the many bridges in the nature preserve stretching her calf muscles when she felt something warm and slimy against the skin of her leg. She screamed and pulled her head phones off, looking down to see if she had unknowingly picked up a slug or if some creep had managed to sneak up on her. Letting out a sigh when she saw it was a small Beagle, whining and licking at her leg. She crouched down pet the dog who was whining at her feet.

“Hey baby, where are your parents?” She picked up the dog and looked it over, she saw a name tag, “Daisy- that’s a cute name. Matches my tattoo,” she flipped over the name tag and saw an address, thankful she wouldn't have to drop the dog off at home and try to find her owners later. Daisy fell asleep in her arms while she walked the pup back to her car, the thought on finishing her run gone from her mind. Once the dog was rested safely in her front seat and plugged the address into her phone. It was a quick drive back to the owners house thankfully, it was getting dangerously close to 6 am but she couldn’t not take the sleepy baby home.

She knew if her cat went missing longer than usual or her roommates dog she would be worried sick. No parent should be worried about their baby, that was the biggest motivator for her as she snaked through the neighborhood following her GPS until she pulled up to one of the biggest houses she had ever seen. She knew she lived in affluent part of the state but pulling up the gravel driveway of what was basically a mansion she started to sweat. The bouncing of her car woke the puppy up, who was happily wagging her tail, grateful to be home after wandering away in the early morning. Maria smiled, happy that the pup was glad to be home.

“Lets go baby, let's get you back home.” Daisy ran up the door and pawed at it. Maria knocked and waited a moment, when she didn’t hear any movement in the house she rang the doorbell. Daisy was sitting by her feet waiting patiently for the door to open, it felt like hours while she stood in the massive door hoping someone was home to take the pup in. In reality It had probably been only 5 or so minutes, she chanced a glance around the driveway and didn’t see a car. Figuring that whoever would have been home was gone she turned and started walking back to her car, calling for Daisy, she could take her home and try again after work. Knowing her roommates would be sympathetic to the lost puppy and take care of her until she could try again. It was then she heard the large door open. She turned and nearly lost her balance when she caught a glance at the man who opened the door.

#peachy writes #wickedly domestic #john wick x oc #john wick fic #slow burn #I hope yall like this #it's been my baby for years #im getting to the smut promise

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matth1w · 4 years

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Matth1w’s Masterlist

Updated 05.05.2021

Request / Guidelines / About

Organized by fandom, alphabetically by character, then alphabetically by title. NSFW and warnings are noted.

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Tribulations - Catching the eye of the interviewer, you face trials of temptation and faith. (Darkish)

Detective Comics Extended Universe

Roman Sionis / Black Mask

Always You - After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman. (NSFWish)

Dancing for Daddy - Roman catches you letting loose and dancing on the table (NSFW)

Thief - (Smut Only, backstory coming soon) You steal from Roman Sionis. After a long game of cat and mouse, Roman finally catches you. (NSFW)

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Lupus Uxor Chapter 1: Reunion(s) - A look into the life as the wife to Remus John Lupin.

Lucius Malfoy

Crucio - From beloved to disowned daughter, you reunite with your father. (Daughter!Reader / Torture, Death)

John Wick

Lips Stained Red - An ode to kissing John’s lips

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Angele Dei - As annoying as you are, Lucifer doesn’t realize just how much he loves you until he loses you. (Sister!Reader / Death)

Cherub Part 1 / Part 2 - You share exciting news with your husband (Pregnancy)

Cramps - Lucifer comforts you during your period (NSFW)

Desires - Lucifer learns what he desires (NSFW)

Detective Morningstar - Unexpectedly pregnant, you lie and avoid Lucifer… until he finds out for himself (Unintended Pregnancy)

Enchantress Part 1 / Part 2 You enjoy your night dancing at Lux

True Love - Chloe runs away after seeing Lucifer’s true face. He goes to you for comforting but realizes he wants more than just your friendship.

Witness - You end your relationship with Lucifer. But things change once you witness a shooting. (Break Up)

Marvel

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Scout Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (Discontinued) - A scout sniper falls in love

Violet - Though invisible, you catch the eye of a soldier

Movement - You reflect on the different movement styles of your lover

Frank Castle / The Punisher

Prettiest Girl He’s Ever Seen - My dog ran you over in the park

Matthew Murdock / Daredevil

Advocatus - A pretentious legal aide annoys you and Matthew brings the snark

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Appearances Can Be Deceiving Part 1 / Part 2 (Discontinued) - A lesson is taught in judging a book by its cover (Kinda OC)

Billy Russo / Jigsaw

C'mon Frankie - You receive a special Christmas present

Doctor Stephen Strange

Afraid to Fall - Your soulmate’s name is tattooed where they first touch you. Only problem? You want nothing to do with them… if they even exist.

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Get This Right - He wants the night to be perfect… but it is anything but

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Guys My Age - You finally tell, well rather, show, Tony how you feel (NSFWish)

Glitch - You join forces with the enemy to fix the mess Thanos created (Villain!Reader / Death)

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier x Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman

New Friends - Bucky and Jess get to know each other

Steve Rogers / Captain America x Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Don’t Speak - Bucky realizes Steve’s happy ending doesn’t… or maybe never did… involve him

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Mira - The four times Poe tells you to ‘look’ and the two times you tell him. (Plus bonus AU moment) (NSFW)

Obi-Wan Kenobi

I Won’t Say Part 1 (In Progress) - You and Obi-Wan stand on the edge of something more than friendship. What will it take for you two to finally admit your feelings?

#masterlist #my masterlist

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skyfallslayer · 6 months

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🔥 = Smut 🧸= Fluff 💔= Angst (The Holy Trinity of Fanfics) ⭐= Hiatus

Note: If two or more characters are marked for the same fic, then the emojis used to indicate above my vary depending on their part in the story. If they're the love interest to the reader in their section, but the other person isn't, then their emojis might be different.

REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN RN!

-Main Masterlist Index-

•John Wick

|| Series

Scorched Earth - (x Daughter!OFC) 🧸💔

Summary: Legendary Assassin, John Wick, has retired from his violent career, and married the love of his life. From that love came a child, and then from that love came death. Now, a sadistic mobster, Losef Tarasov, and his thugs steal John’s prized car, kill his dog, and kidnap his daughter, Analiah. From there is the tipping point that draws John back into a vengeful killing machine. While all this is going on, Losef’s father, and John’s former colleague, puts a bounty on his head.

#john wick #john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x y/n #john wick franchise #john wick 4 #john wick x reader #keanu reeves john wick #keanu reeves #john wick x daughter!reader #john wick x daughter!oc #Analiah Wick #john wick imagine #my fanfic writing #skyfall writes

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alwaysnforeverfangirl · 3 years

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Dance Me To The End Of Love - Prologue

A/N: Here it is the Prologue of the Fred Weasley x OC fic. It's a short introduction to the story of my OC, Veronica Reed. Although Fred doesn’t appear in here both characters will meet very soon. Hope you like it, Rach💖

(To the people who had already read the other prologue, somethings are change, this is the new one.)

Summary: Veronica Reed has a nightmare before the day her life changes forever.

Warnings: torture, death, mentions of war, mentions of anxiety.

italics are flashbacks/memories/letters/notes

Tags: @hercrimsonpeaches @reeophidian @beforeoursunsets @weasleysandwheezes @cursestothemoon (let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts or if you want me to remove you)

Masterlist of the series

There it was again. In her chest, hiding behind her ribs. The pressure that she had grow to fear. She whipped away the sweat on her forehead while releasing a sob that she had hold. The cold air of the night painted goosebumps on her skin when she moved the covers off the bed, her feet touched the carpet that decorated the floor of the room and she started to make her way to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

Veronica Reed knew very well her condition. That's why she was so afraid of the anxiety that always came after remembering her father's death.

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-Rabastan…

The voice of Alaric Lestrange was barely a whisper. In front of him a man dressed in black robes was giving him a wicked smile. Behind his long hair Alaric could recognize the features of his younger brother.

-It’s been a long time brother.- Rabastan’s voice was hoarse. He was moving around the place, searching for something while laughing at Alaric.- I didn't have the opportunity to give you my condolences on the loss of your wife.

Alaric’s body tensed up, thinking of the day Anna was brutally killed by Fenrir Greyback. She had fought in the war even though Alaric didn't want her too. They had a daughter and the thought of leaving her orphan haunted him, he had promised himself that she would have the loving family that he never had.

“She will grow healthy and free and she’ll understand what we fought for and why we couldn't hide away while the world we believe in was at risk.” With those words being said by his always courageous wife, Alaric Lestrange joined the Order of the Phoenix with Anna Reed by his side. He knew she was right. He couldn't keep on running from his family and the atrocities that people like them were doing to the Wizard Community.

-She had an amazing magic ability for a mudblood…- The younger of the Lestrange brothers started to approach Alaric in a threatening way.- The child that you two had together… Where is she?

At that moment Alaric realized why Rabastan was there. He was furious about the fall of the Dark Lord and he definitely had heard about the rumors. Not only he was there to torture him like he and their older brother had done while they were kids. He was there to capture his daughter and found out if what people said was true. But Alaric knew that if Lord Voldemort followers were to find Veronica she would become a slave, and that’s the reason why he came back to the United States when Anna died. To protect their daughter and help her understand what she was able to do before anyone could use her.

-You haven't said a word yet dear brother. Has the cat got your tongue? - Rabastan left a creepy laugh.- You know pretty well what I’d do to you if you don’t show me where your daughter is.

-You’d do it even if I do as you say.

Rabastan smiled, he took Alaric’s face with his left hand and pointed his wand to his chest. This wasn't the first time both brothers were in this position, although usually Rodolphus Lestrange was behind Rabastan, with his chest filled with pride as the younger of the family showed the middle one what they called discipline. It had always been this way, ever since the three of them were kids both Rabastan and Rodolphus would haunt Alaric. They would hex him just because he was different, just because he didn't share the same ideas as his family. It got worse when he started Hogwarts and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. “Our family has been in Slytherin since that school was founded and now a miserable Hufflepuff…” Alaric would never forget the voice of his father and the disgust in his mother’s face. Both of his brothers made his life a terrible one until he flew from England, escaping from the pain that the Lestrange name brought him.

A red light came out of Rabastan’s wand and Alaric fell to the floor in pain. He could feel the cruciatus curse invading his body and he failed to silence a scream. In a wardrobe, near the window of the room a small toddler shifted at the sight of her father’s aching. The torture continued for at least five minutes and Alaric stopped trying to keep silent, he didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction of seeing him suffering but the stinging in his bones and skin was too much.

Veronica knew that her father would be upset if she got out from the place he told her to hide when they heard someone entering their home but seeing Alaric crying of pain on the floor awoke something in her. In her chest a pressure started building and her body started to tremble.

-You’re going to die Alaric. Why not have a moment of peace before you go? Tell me where she is and I will kill you fast.

-Never…

-You and your stupid moral code. You really think that these people you defend are worth fighting for? That your filthy mudblood wife deserved a life?- The poison in the voice of Rabastan only increased when he saw how his brother was fighting the curse.- You refused to have a good life, to carry the honor of our family name, all of the glory that runs through our veins for what? A fair cause?

-I’ve never share our family beliefs…- Alaric’s voice was almost inaudible. Every inch of his body was in pain.

-Oh no, I know that very well…You and your choices throw dirt to our name ever since you decided to do the right thing.- Rabastan laughed, he kneeled in front of his brother and spoke to his face with anger.- You. Are. A. Traitor.- He spited in his face and kicked him in the stomach.

Right when Rabastan stood up the doors of the wardrobe opened up.

-Stop! Let him go!

Rabastan turned to look at the origin of the sounds and his eyes landed on a three year old. He sent the most horrifying smirk to Veronica and returned his attention to his brother.

-Found her.- He said to Alaric with a creepy smile.

Alaric looked at his daughter, she had her mother’s fire, her eyes were burning with anger and her breathing was accelerating. He knew what was gonna happen, and even though he was sure he wouldn't be able to see it, he knew for certain that his daughter was going to win that fight. While Veronica gave a regretful smile to her father for disobeying what he had told her earlier Rabastan’s wand emitted a green light and Alaric’s life left his body.

Veronica screamed and the window’s glass shattered. The light of the room became darker and everything started to shake. When Rabastan’s eyes returned to Veronica he could see clearly how the figure of a three year old transformed into something similar to a black cloud. A sudden strength pushed him to the ground and knocked the air from his lungs. Rabastan Lestrange couldn’t breath, his blood was burning and he wasn't able to do anything. He was sure that he would join his brother’s faith in any minute, but it didn’t happen.

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-Same nightmare again?

Veronica put the glass down and turned to look at John. He had a tiring smile on his face and his hair was a mess due to having fallen asleep on the armchair of the living room. She tried to return the smile to the man who had raised her.

-I’d love for it to be a nightmare but we both know it isn’t.- Her voice was sweet, a perfect contrast with what was going on through her mind at that very moment.- It’s been the fourth time this week and I don’t like it. I feel like I’m losing control…

-It’s normal, given the times we live in. You don't have to worry, we’re gonna see Scamander and Dumbledore tomorrow.- John caressed Veronica’s cheek and she sighed.

-I’m afraid of it. I don’t want to loose control again, not like last time.

-You won’t do it. Try to rest. - He laughed at the bags under her eyes.- We have a long day ahead and I’m pretty sure you don’t want your first impression to be a bad one, and well, with that…- He pointed at her eyes and she whipped aways his hand.

-Fuck off…

Both John and Veronica laughed at her bluntness. She did what he told her and decided to go back to bed.

The right hand of the old auror went back to the pocket of his trousers while the young witch climbed the stairs. He had been rereading the letter that Alaric Lestrange wrote down before he was killed by his brother Rabastan. The ink had decorated the parchment for eighteen years but it was still clear as it was that night.

Dear John:

I write this in what I know is gonna be my last time. The rumors of Veronica’s condition had grown this past month and I’m sure they had reach the ears of the Dark Lord. I’m well aware that you’re not as innocent as everyone seems to be these days. Voldemort has been defeated, yes, but I’m sure he’s still somewhere. And he’ll come for my child.

I never wanted to get involved in any of this. I thought that coming here to America would help me put my past in a box that I would never look at again, that my family’s name wouldn’t haunt me anymore. And it worked for a while but that box had been open with the war and it contains way too much darkness. A darkness that my daughter shouldn’t be a part of. I was hoping too much because that same darkness that I try to kept away from Veronica gained power over me and soon it would imprison her.

I need you to take care of Veronica. Give her the love that both her mother and I won’t be able to give her. Teach her that magic can be used to do good. That she shouldn't be afraid of herself and her power. That the light would always be there by her side no matter what.

I really wish things weren’t like this. I wish that my family wasn’t the monstrosity that it is. That they won’t hunt my daughter down until they destroy her for their own benefit, a benefit that can only mean for the Dark Times to come again. I really wish that won’t happen, that Veronica will grown into a beautiful and strong woman, that she’ll be healthy and free as Anna said but I’m afraid I cannot dare to dream that much.

Go to Dumbledore after you read this, he’d know what happened and what to do.

I cannot thank you enough my dear friend. But I’m sure Veronica’s smile would be a good paycheck.

Your eternal grateful friend,

Alaric Lestrange - Reed

And it sure was. Not that John Fischer needed to be paid for taking care of his old friend’s daughter but it sure was worth all the struggles. And sure one of Alaric’s wishes came true. Veronica was now a beautiful and strong woman with the world at her feet. Sure her health wasn’t the same as any other witch or wizard her age but she was strong, stronger that she’ll ever believe herself to be.

The old MACUSA auror turned off the light of the first floor of the house and walked the stairs and hall until reaching his room. He was going to whisper “nox” as soon as his body touched the bed but his eyes fell on the photo he had on his nightstand. A 10 year old self of Veronica was smiling widely his way and it warmed his heart. He understood now the worry in Alaric’s words as it was the same worry he had.

No one really know how Veronica had survived this long. It could only had been due to the immense power she held, and it was as scary as it was hopeful.

#dance me to the end of love #rach writes #fred weasley #fred weasley fic #harry potter fanfiction #Fred wealsey x oc #Wizarding world #lestrange family #original character

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jadedlavendergemini · 4 years

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As Promised

Summary: If you were to ask Emma Moore how out of control her life became just before the apocalypse, she would have told you how she had never seen it coming. How she fell for someone that she should have avoided at all cost and how she had no control of any of it in anyway possible. Of course she had no clue of her own ‘destiny’. Michael Langdon x OC

A/N: please forgive me in advance as I had to write this on my phone, my laptop is being a bitch. So I’ve been think pretty heavily on this idea for a fic for a while. And I hope this is as original as can be, I’ve seen some fics with similar Story lines but here’s my twist. And after having a positive week and hearing some great feed back from other Authors, I thought it was the right time to post it. Just let me know if you want to be tagged for any future posts.

Tag list : @7-wonders @guiltyfiend @plymptxn @fallenangeldreamer @fckinsupreme

Part One:

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“Now, keep chanting the spell in your head, loud. Loud like a shout. I want you to keep concentrating on the wick of the candle.” Behold watched as the young girl’s hand hovered, slightly shaking above the candle on her desk. Another few seconds flew by and soon a flame had ignited. “Excellent, Emma!”

She opened her eyes, saw the flame and smiled. “That was a little harder than I thought.”

“Pyrokinesis is a lot harder than others would think. But you, little miss witch, hit it on the first try! Very impressive.” Behold watched as she turned back to the flame, smile slightly faltering. “Your father will be very impressed, you know.”

“I’m sure he will.” She replied, not meeting the instructor’s eyes.

Behold Chablis was one of four instructors at the Hawthorne academy. While her father preferred to teach Emma in most of her lessons, Behold also expressed interest in teaching the young witch. He voiced that she needed the occasional space from her father and that she would blossom into a successful witch with other instructors offering critique. And in honesty, Emma preferred her father or Behold in comparison to Baldwin Pennypacker, who treated Emma as if she were less gifted than the male students.

Tell you what,” he began closing her spell book. “Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off. You’ve been doing so well lately. If you want, you can even go run about the library. It shouldn’t be busy with any of the boys.”

“Really? But my father-“

“Your father will be please to know that you’ve been excelling every spell that I’ve thrown at you this week. Especially one known to be used in the Seven Wonders Test itself. Go on.”

The young girl smiled, grabbing her personal book and a pen. She was out the door when she gave a quick and sweet “Thank you!”

The halls of the secluded wing of the academy were quiet as Emma walked. Due to Hawthorne being an all boys school (Emma being an exception due to her father), she would have zero chances of running into the boy students in this particular area. Unfortunately the library was on the boys turf. Not like any of the boys bothered her, but on occasion one boy, overly cocky and brave would attempt to be a pest. Whether it was crude comments towards her body or abilities, or just constant chatting in her ear. Emma would whip up a good ole headache spell just to chase him away. Other students were too frightened of her father to even talk to her.

As she continues her walk, she worked on pulling her hair from the long braid it was in earlier and used her fingers to wave out any knots. As she approached the almost secluded library, her feet locked in place. Looking up, she was amazed to see a boy, dressed in the typical Hawthorne uniform facing a book shelve from which he was looking for something. She opted to turn around and quietly return to her room and study, but she found her feet to be stuck in the same place. And whatever noises she made in her attempt to leave seemed to trigger the boy. Turning around Emma was met with face that could be described as sculpted by god himself. His blue eyes poured into hers.

“I didn’t know anyone would be here. I’ll just-.” Emma quietly tried to form a sentence trying to make an final attempt to exit before hearing his voice.

“Please don’t leave because of me. I was going to retire for the night. I was just trying to find one book before I went.” His velvet voice sent the hairs on the back of neck stand. He turns back towards the hundreds of books, confusion covered his features as he searches for the correct title.

“I can help, I’m in here pretty much all the time, what are you looking for?” She asks, setting her notebook down on a nearby table.

The boy smiled and gave her the name. He watched as she held her hand up, her fingers slowly caressing each spine of the books. After a minute, she stopped at one before carefully pulling the book from its spot. Her lips formed a small smile as she gently placed the book into his large and expecting hands.

“Well, you seemed to have found that in no time.” He admired, returning her smile, ocean blue eyes not leaving hers. “Divination?”

“Nope, I meant it when I said I’m in here all the time.” She replied, eventually breaking eye contact with the boy. “Pathetic, really.”

“No not at all.” He says. He balances the novel in his left hand, raising his right hand for hers. “I’m Michael. Michael Langdon and you are....?”

“Emma Moore,” she places her smaller hand in his larger one. Taking note in the softness and warmth. It felt familiar and comforting in some way. “You’re the new boy everyone’s been gushing about. So... the alpha?”

Michael lets out a low chuckle. “I wouldn’t say that I’m ‘the alpha’. Just a new boy looking for answers about himself. And I haven’t seen any other witches here, yet. Am I to assume you’re the only one?”

She waits a moment longer until she pulls her hand away from his, taking note in the feeling. She places her hands behind her back. “I’m the only one, my father is an instructor here. Unfortunately, my father can’t stand Cordelia Goode or trust her. So here I am.”

“I wouldn’t call that unfortunate.” He replied. “I had my first lesson yesterday with him. He seems very intense.”

“He can be. But don’t worry he’s harmless.”

Michael smiles before gesturing to the book still in his hand. “Thank you again. Hopefully I’ll be seeing more of you?”

“Of course,” she said, walking past him to retrieve her notebook and pen from where it sat forgotten on the table. “I like to study in the library around this time, less students. If you need to catch up on anything or just feel like hanging out, I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer sometime.” Michael smiles before making an exit down the hall. As he made his way down the candle lit corridor, he felt his heart pounding to a rhythm he was unfamiliar with and his hands felt the small sparks of energy she had released just moments ago from their handshake. Taking a quick turn around, he can still see her.

Emma had taken a seat on of the many couches. Her knees pulled towards herself, she was drawing her loosely waved dirty blonde hair into a bun before setting down and taking notes from another book.

Michael turns back. Hands clasped behind his back, with the book of course. And As he continues to walk away, he can’t stop the massive grin that’s on his face. Emma Moore. He felt the connection the moment they touched hands. Hers fit so perfectly in his, like a lost puzzle piece. He breathed in the sweet scent of her when she had moved past him and followed by demonic whispers of her name in his ears. She was the One.

After Michael had left, Emma tried to continue with her study’s. But her mind wandered to the conversation they had just shared. She barely knew the boy yet she already offered to hang around, not something she would normally do when it came to the other students at Hawthorne. And that feeling when their hands touched was odd, never had she felt something so comfortable with a stranger. And ever since his clear blue eyes looked into hers, she felt a slight buzz in the back of her head. Something was different about Michael and she couldn’t quite place it.

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About two hours had past and it was about dinner time. Emma had just begun to place the books back on the shelves and grab her notebook.

“Behold told me I’d find you here.” Spoke her father, John Henry as he made his way into the library. “How was your lesson today?”

“It was okay,” she replied, picking up her belongings and walking over to stand in front of him.

“Okay? Behold said you were able master pyrokinesis. And on the first try!” John Henry said proudly. “And to think you thought you would be better off at Robichaux's.”

The young witch just rolled her eyes. “Beginners luck, I guess. Where were you today? I thought you were going to be teaching me.”

“Well, I got caught up with Ariel today,” he explained, moving past his daughter and taking a seat on the couch. “He’s worked himself up over the new student. I don’t see how he doesn’t see what I do. As much as I want to think we have the Alpha in our midst, I don’t think it’s him.”

“You mean Michael?” She asked.

John Henry’s eyes shot to his daughter. “So you know who. I assume the other students talk very highly of him.” He scoffed.

“Yeah, we met earlier. I helped him find a book. Seemed like a normal warlock to me.” Emma replied, her eyes not meeting her fathers.

“Emma, I want you stay clear of Michael. I don’t have a very good feeling about him.”

“What-“ she attempted to question when he stood from his seat.

“Do I make myself clear?” He interrupted, voice slightly raised.

She looked to him and nodded. “Yes, sir.” She added quietly.

His eyes followed hers, he sighed before placing a hand on her shoulder and began guiding her out of the library. “I Just want you to stay on top of your studies and stay out of trouble. Alright? Let’s grab dinner, I want to hear all about your lesson today.”

#ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon x oc #american horror story

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dilfbatman · 4 years

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xavier son of eros??? please tell us more i am begging you

SCREAM i did a character sheet for all my oc’s when i made this blog so here’s xavier’s

frankly he’s like... my OG oc (next to dmitri king who’s a daughter of hades) and i desperately love xavier and let me tell you WHY

- i’m a sucker for eros as a god and to think of him having a son that’s so lethally beautiful and cunning and dangerous is most pleasing to me!

- as i’ve gotten older so has xavier and i have given him a bit more backstory and i made him like a demigod right? well his dayjob is being an assassin/romeo spy - he seduces whoever’s on his hitlist -> kills them -> makes bank! that’s v sexy & valid of him methinks

- as a kid he had like john wick/black widow training (i had a dark upbringing for him so as a kid he was in a redroom/ruska roma-esque place and the only way you could graduate was by fighting and killing all of the members (21) in a 1 on 1 match - so xavier went like 7th and killed 14 people just in that match and then he graduated into the trained killer he is today!)

- during his kills he uses his powers (those of seduction & manipulation) to get what he wants. as he gets older he simply gets bored and he goes to his strip club (which is funnily called Eros and he sees through the mist -> goes hand to hand w monsters -> kills them and v much enjoys it [he’s a bit of a psychopath but like... i love him]) and later on he gets met w the sons of apollo who are hunters!

- x moves up the ranks and eventually becomes leader and for once in his life he feels like he has a family that he can trust and love and they can know that he takes care of his own/will protect them as well

- xavier basically is peak: sexy mean bastard who will absolute step on you and kick you but like... w love. he just gets so many passes bc he’s hot lol perks of being an eros kid

- eventually he falls in love w an ACTUAL son of apollo (who’s so soft & sweet) and xavier is all heart eyes for him <3

- xavier is best friends w dmitri and i just have an hc that during a battle dmitri gets badly injured (she’s been through tartarus 3 times... but she bears the curse of achilles... is a daughter of hades... shit’s not going her way) and an arrow pierces her somehow and i have a thing where children of eros can link their hearts w another

- so in this case. xavier had linked his heart & soul w dmitri’s when they were younger and dmitri being Who She Is... breaks the link bc she doesn’t want xavier to die. xavier feels the pain of the link & his heart/soul breaking and he falls to his knees and screams which in turn -> he accidentally creates a forcefield that kills everyone/anything in his path. his eyes go red he’s reminiscent of achilles’ rage in battle and manipulates his enemies w a single look to kill themselves. he saves and heals dmitri and promptly slaps her upside the head bc she is a Dumbass Bastard

- basically. xavier’s whole thing is: I’m Hot And I WILL Kick Your Ass. and frankly! i’d let him

#asks #alex tag #this is so long but you know i haven’t done hc’s in months and i love xavier w every fiber of my being #there’s so much more too but like fkfjjff here’s a gist #xavier rayne #my oc’s

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winchesterbrotherstan · 4 years

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Supernatural- Something Wicked (1.18)

im crying again this boy was a... ChiLd

Pairing: Slight Olive Winchester x Hunter Richmond, usual Olive Winchester sister oc

Summary: John sends the siblings on a hunt, the Winchester and Richmond rivalry rears its head, and the past comes back to haunt the Winchesters

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sickness, guns, probably a knife in there somewhere, etc

Word Count: 6995

“Something’s not right about this, Dean.” Sam scoffed.

“Yeah. You probably missed something, that’s what.” Dean snapped back.

“Dude, we ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers.” Sam sighed.

“De, we couldn’t find a single red flag.” I piped up, glancing between the two.

“Are you sure you got the coordinates right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, he double checked. Fitchburg, Wisconsin.”

“Dad wouldn’t have sent us coordinates if it wasn’t important, Sammy.” Dean was trying to stay calm.

Sam ran his hands through his head, frustrated. Jinx whined from his lap, sensing the tension.

“Well, I’m telling you that Olive and I looked and all we could find was a big steamy pile of nothing.” Sam snapped. “If Dad’s sending us hunting for something, I don’t know what.”

“Well maybe he’s gonna meet us there.” Dean offered with a shrug.

“Yeah. Cause he’s been so easy to find up to this point.” Sam snarled.

Dean lost his patience. “You’re a real smart ass, you know that?”

“Hey.” I snapped, glaring at them both. “Both of you calm down.”

Dean snorted. “She’s right. I’m sure there’s something in Fitchburg worth killing.”

“Yeah?” Sam turned. “What makes you so sure?”

“Cause I’m the oldest, which means I’m always right.”

“No it doesn’t.” Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

“It totally does.” Dean sassed back.

Dean glanced at Sam, then back to the road with a grin on his face. I leaned into his side with a huff. Jinx let out a sigh as we passed the sign for Fitchburg, population 20,501.

***

“What do you think’s here?” Sam asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Jinx tugged at the leash, and Sam tugged back with a sigh.

“I dunno.” I shrugged, wrapping my jacket tighter around myself. “But Dean’s right, there’s probably something worth our time.”

Sam rolled his eyes, and I licked my lips.

“What? Don’t understand the blind faith I have in him?” My arm began to throb.

Sam snorted, rolling his eyes again. “No, actually. I don’t.”

“Has Dean ever let us down?” I narrowed my eyes as I turned to look at him. “Has he ever betrayed us? Hurt us?” I scowled at him.

“Ol-”

“Sam, just answer the question. Has Dean ever led us astray?”

Sam sighed and shook his head. Jinx let out a small yip, and I looked up.

“Hey!” Dean came running across the street with a grin, two coffee cups, and a bottle.

“Juice!” I smiled and plucked the bottle from his hand. “So, what’s going on?”

“Well…” Dean handed Sam a coffee. “The waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky, but other than that, nobody’s heard about anything freaky going on.”

Sam said nothing, staring ahead. I followed his line of sight, only to see an empty playground. I blinked, confused.

“De, you got the time?”

Dean glanced at his watch. “Uh, ten after four. Why?”

Sam nodded to the playground. “What’s wrong with this picture?”

“School’s out, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. So where is everybody?”

“This place should be crawling with kids right now.”

Dean nodded. “C’mon.”

Sam and I followed as he approached the single woman sitting on a park bench, reading a magazine. Jinx sniffed a trail on the floor, then let out a tiny bark. The woman turned around and smiled at us.

“Sure is quiet out here.” He smiled his charming smile.

“Yeah, it’s a shame.” She sighed.

“And why’s that?”

“You know, kids getting sick. It’s a terrible thing.”

“How many?” I inched forward, leaning into Dean’s side.

He wrapped an arm around me as the woman spoke.

“Just give or six, but serious. Hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it’s catching.” She nodded her head at me. “I would make sure you keep your daughter safe.”

Sam made a bitch-face, lips curled up. Dean only tightened his hold on me. “Yeah, thank you.”

I sighed and watched as a little blond girl played by herself on the swings.

***

“Dude.” Sam growled. “Dude, I am not using this ID.” He slapped it down by his side.

“Why not?” I asked, leaning forward and pulling my bag onto my shoulder.

“It says bikini inspector on it.”

I giggled. “They usually don’t even look that close, Sams. You’ll be alright.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “It’s all about confidence.”

“Alright, be careful. Anything weird, you call us. Keep a weapon on you at all times, don’t let anybody see it.” Dean pecked my cheek.

“Okay. Be safe. Love you guys.” I scratched Jinx behind the ear.

“Love you too, babes. We’ll swing by later to pick you up, alright?”

I nodded as I climbed out of the car and shut the door. “Bye!”

The boys drove off and I turned to face the school with a sigh. This was going to be, by far, one of the longest hunts so far.

***

I dropped into a chair at the back of the room with a sigh. I had pushed through chemistry and trig, although I understood nothing. English II was a dim lit room, and I took a nap. Advanced painting was a breeze, although the sleeve of my flannel now had a strip of red paint on it. Spanish was a bore, it came naturally to me, and the same could be said for the current mythology class.

“Connors? Ms. Connors? Olive Connors?”

I blinked. We had blown through so many fake names since St. Louis I always forgot which one we were using.

“Here.” I didn’t look up from my journal.

“Richmond?”

“Present.”

I looked up, eyes wide. Hunter was on the other end of the room, staring at me. I narrowed my eyes. How’d they get here? There wasn’t anything to lead them here.

Why are you here? I mouthed, glaring.

We found it in our mom’s journal.

I sighed and sunk into my seat, flipping back to the start of my own journal.

This was going to be even worse than I had originally thought.

***

“In your mom’s journal? We can’t even find it in our dad’s. And I can’t find it in mine.” I spoke to Hunter through gritted teeth as we elbowed our way through the halls.

“I thought you had, like, the master journal. Haven’t you been putting all of your research together since you were nine?”

“Six. I started training when I was six. What’s your mom’s journal say?” I grabbed onto his arm as a group of freshmen pushed past us.

He wiggled his arm out of my grip and slipped his hand into mine. “Come on, we can’t be talking about this stuff in public.”

I rolled my eyes. “God, you sound like Sam.”

“Well, he’s right. For all we know, one of these kids is doing something.”

I rolled my eyes again, this time throwing my head back for effect. “Fine, come here.” I tugged him into the girls bathroom.

He opened his mouth to protest, and I elbowed him as a girl popped out of one of the stalls. She eyed us as she washed her hands, and then hurried out into the hall. Hunter glared at me.

“Nice, so now we could get suspended.”

I grinned. “No school means we get in on the hunt. Now show me your mom’s journal.”

He shouldered his bag and unzipped it, pulling out a yellow journal with a faded heart on the cover. He flicked it open, smoothing the pages out.

“Shtriga.” He handed it over.

My blood ran cold as I looked at the picture of a rotted handprint. I shivered, and I didn’t know why.

“I think our mom and you dad went after this together.” Hunter pointed at the journal.

I swallowed hard as I looked up at him.

***

On the other side of town, Sam and Dean prance around a girl’s room. She’s sick, in the hospital with her entire family. The boys need to find out what they’re up against.

“You got anything over there?” Sam asks Dean.

The eldest Winchester shakes his head, staring at his EMF meter. “Nah, nothing.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Sam sighs, moving to the window.

His eyes widen and he calls out to his older brother. Dean comes as called, confused. Sam lets out a breath as he stares at the windowsill.

“You were right. It’s not pneumonia.”

“It’s rotten. What the hell leaves a handprint like that?”

Dean stares over Sam’s shoulder, eyes widening when he sees the same handprint, rotted into the wood. His blood freezes at the same time as Olive’s, and his stomach drops. He knows this handprint. He’s seen it before.

***

Dean, aged eleven, stares at a photo of the same handprint. John comes out of the bedroom, loading his sawn off.

“Alright. You know the drill, Dean. Anybody calls, you don’t pick up. If it’s me, I’ll ring once, then call back. You got that?”

Dean nods. “Mhm. Only answer the phone unless it rings once first.” He butchers it on purpose.

He’s tired of hearing the same thing over and over. He knows what to do to take care of his siblings. Ever since Olive was dropped on their doorstep, Dean’s become a single father of two, fighting tooth and nail to keep his siblings safe. He loves his little brother and sister, but he wishes they could stay with Bobby, like the Richmonds. Everett is four, Sutton is two, and Hunter is the same age as Olive. They can’t take care of themselves, but John believes Dean can take care of his own family.

“Come on, dude, look alive.” John pats Dean’s chest. “This stuff is important.”

“I know, it’s just…” Dean sighs. “We’ve gone over it like a million times and you know I’m not stupid. I can take care of them.”

“I know you’re not stupid. I know you can.” John suppresses a prideful smile. “But it only takes one mistake, you got that?” He continues to pack his bag. “Alright, if I’m not back Sunday night…” John trails off.

“Call Pastor Jim.” Dean repeats the chant imprinted on his brain stem.

“Lock the doors, the windows, close the shades. Most important…”

“Watch out for Sammy and Ollie. I know.”

John and Dean look to the two younger children. Sammy, seven years old, is sprawled out on the couch, watching ThunderCats on the TV. Olive is about half a year old, small and fragile, tucked into a bouncy cradle. She’s wide awake, big brown eyes taking in everything in the room. Sam picks her up and holds her in his arms, eyes still on the TV. Sam loves her too, maybe a bit more than Dean does.

“Alright.” John takes Dean’s attention back. “If something tries to bust in?”

“Shoot first, ask questions later.”

John grabs his shoulders and leans down to be eye-level with him, a smile on his face. “That’s my man.”

***

Dean blinks himself back to reality, standing by the window and feeling ill. Sam stares at him, concerned.

“I know why Dad sent us here. He’s faced this thing before, with Irene Richmond. He wants us to finish the job.”

***

“Dean!”

“Yeah, Ol. We’re running late, I know, we’re sorry.”

“No, it’s not that. Look, the Richmonds are here. I know what we’re dealing with.”

“A shtriga. I know.”

“Everett and Sutton already found a motel. We can get a room there.”

He sighed on the other end. “Yeah, okay. They picking you up? I mean, I’m assuming you’re with Hunter?”

I giggled, looking up at the boy next to me. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Meet us at the motel? I’ll text Sammy the address.”

Another sigh. “Yeah, fine. See you soon, baby.”

I smiled. “See you, bubba.”

***

“So what the hell is a shtriga?” Sam asked as the boys climbed out of the car.

“It’s… kinda like a witch I think.”

“We don’t know much about them. It’s not in Dad’s journal, or mine.” I called from my spot on the Richmond’s car.

“Hey, beanie!” Dean grinned at me before turning back to Sam. “Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about fifteen years ago. You were there. It was a couple of months after Olive was born. You don’t remember?”

I jumped off the car and met my brothers halfway, holding my arm out for a hug.

“No.” Sam shook his head before kissing my head. “I’ve never heard of a shtriga before.”

“I guess he caught wind of the stuff going on now and kicked us the coordinates.” Dean kissed my forehead.

“Dean, do you think this is the same one Dad hunted before?” I asked as he handed Jinx’s leash to me.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“But if Dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?” Sam narrowed his eyes.

“Cause it got away.” Dean grumbled.

“Got away?” Sam echoed.

Dean began to lose his patience, and I pulled Jinx up to my chest with a sigh. She let out a whine, and I watched as Dean’s jaw clenched.

“It happens, Sams.” I offered.

“Not very often.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Sam. Maybe Dad didn’t have his wheaties that morning.” Dean snarled.

“What else do you remember?”

“Nothing. I was a kid, alright?” Dean snapped back, defensive as he opened the door.

Sam looked at me as Dean rang the bell on the counter. I shrugged. Something about this case was deeply personal for him. I didn’t know why, or what, but I knew it was bothering him.

A ten year old boy came around from a back room, where you could see a younger boy watching TV.

“A king or two queens?” The boy asked, eyes on Jinx.

“Two queens.” Dean spoke, glancing over his shoulder at Sam.

The boy glanced back at Sam and snickered, mumbling something under his breath.

“What’d you say?” Dean fronted.

“Hey.” I hit his arm.

“Two queens, please. Pet-friendly, too.” I smiled at the boy.

Jinx looked at him with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. The boy smiled back.

“Can I pet her?”

“Yeah, sure! She’s really sweet. Her name’s Jinx.” I put her down on the floor as the boy rounded the counter.

A woman came around from the back room and smiled at us.

“Hi. Checking in?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded, a polite smile on his face.

“Michael, do me a favor, go get your brother some dinner.” She spoke to the boy.

“Mom, I’m helping a guest!”

She gave him a look, and he grimaced. “Thanks for letting me pet her.” He got to his feet.

“Of course.”

He turned to his mother and raised his eyebrow at Dean. “Two queens.”

Dean faked a laugh. “Funny kid.”

“Yeah, he thinks so.” She sighed. “Will that be cash or credit?”

“You take MasterCard?” He asked, and she nodded. “Perfect. Here you go.” He handed her his card, staring at the back room.

I stood, lifting Jinx once more. She snuggled into my chest and I leaned against Dean. He kissed the top of my head, but kept staring off.

***

Sam, seven years old, places Olive in her high chair. She slams her fat little fists against the table, and Dean shushes her as he pours Sam a glass of milk.

“When’s Dad gonna get back?” Sam asks as he sits down.

Dean grabs a pot from the stove, careful not to burn himself. “Tomorrow.”

“When?” Sam pouts.

Dean sighs as he pours the noodles into a bowl. “I dunno, Sam. He usually comes in late though. Now eat your dinner.” He places the bowl in front of Sam.

“I’m sick of Spaghettios.”

“Well, you’re the one who wanted them.”

Olive hits the table again, this time beginning to cry. Dean shushes her again, plucking her out of her chair and holding her to his chest.

“I want Lucky Charms!” Sam whines.

Olive cries louder, and Dean bounces her up and down.

“There’s no more Lucky Charms, Sam.”

“I saw the box!�� Sam crosses his arms over his chest.

“Okay, maybe there is but there’s only enough for one bowl and I haven’t had any yet.” Dean sighs, trying to calm a screaming Olive.

Sam gives Dean puppy eyes, and Dean breaks. He grabs Sam’s bowl, ready to dump it in the trash. Olive falls silent, making grabby hands for it. He smiles, putting the bowl down on the table. He grabs the cereal box and puts it down in front of Sam before sitting with Olive in his lap, spoon feeding her.

Sam reaches into the box and pulls out the toy, holding it out to Dean. “D’ya want the prize?”

***

“De.” I grabbed Dean’s elbow and shook him.

He blinked, and the woman held his card out to him, “Sir?”

Dean blinked again, taking the card and tucking it back into his wallet. “Thanks.”

I looked up at him with big eyes. He looked down at me with a sad smile and handed me the motel keys. Jinx licked his hand, and he patted her head.

“Come on, let’s go.”

***

“Well, you guys were right.” Sam chuckled, sitting at the table with his laptop open. “It wasn’t very easy to find, but you were right. Shtriga is a kind of witch. They’re Albanian, but legends trace them back to Ancient Rome.”

“Yeah. They feed off spiritus vitae.” Sutton nodded, feet kicked up on the table.

“Spiri-what?” Dean echoed.

“Spiritus vitae.” Sam repeated.

“It’s Latin, translates to breath of life. Kinda like your life force or essence.”

“Didn’t the doctor say the kid’s bodies were wearing out?” Dean settled onto his bed.

I yawned and curled up on the couch. Jinx jumped up with me, snuggling between my legs and Hunter’s head.

“It’s a thought.” Sutton shrugged. “You know, she takes your vitality, maybe your immunity goes to hell, pneumonia takes hold.”

“Anyways, shtrigas can feed off anyone, but they prefer-”

“Children.” Everett cut him off.

“Yeah. Probably because they have a stronger life force.” Sutton noted.

“And get this. Shtrigas are ‘invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and man’. So what do we do?”

“No, that’s not right.” Dean looked up. “She’s vulnerable when she feeds.”

“What?” I looked at him.

“If you catch her when she’s eating, you can blast her with consecrated wrought iron, uh… buckshots, or rounds, I think.”

“How do you remember that?” Sam tilted his head.

“Dad told me. I remember.”

“Oh.” Sam hummed. “Anything else Dad might’ve mentioned?”

“Nope, that’s it.” Dean shook his head.

Sutton and Everett looked between the boys, and then to me.. Hunter looked up at me, and I looked away.

“What?” Dean barked.

“Nothing.” Everett blinked.

“So, assuming we can kill the bitch while it eats, we still gotta find the thing. It’s not exactly gonna be a cakewalk. Shtrigas take on a human disguise when they’re not hunting.” Sutton broke the silence.

“What kinda disguise?” I asked.

“Historically, something innocuous.” Sam sighed. “Could be anything, but it’s usually a feeble old woman, which might be how the witches as old crones legend started.”

“Wait, hang on.” Hunter and I got up at the same time.

“What?”

“Tack it up.” I plucked the map off the coffee table and handed it to Dean. “Check this out. Hunter and I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are all the houses that have been hit so far.” I pointed to all the red circles.

“And what’s dead center?” Hunter pointed to the meddle.

“The hospital.” Sam realized.

“The hospital.” Dean repeated, eyes widening. “I saw a patient there, an old woman.”

“An old person, huh?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded, and I tilted my head at him.

“In a hospital?” Sam let out a whistle and shook his head. “Better call the coast guard.”

Everett snorted, and Sutton giggled. I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. He rolled his eyes.

“Listen, smartasses. She had an inverted cross hanging on her wall.”

I smiled at Dean as the others looked up at him, wide-eyed and serious. Dean raised an eyebrow, and I rested my head against his arm, and he squeezed my shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

***

Hunter clapped a hand over my mouth, and I grabbed Dean’s wrist, yanking him back. Everett hushed Sutton, and Sam pushed us all back to hide behind the corner.

“Good night Dr. Hydecker.”

“See you tomorrow, Betty.”

“Try to get some sleep.”

Sam peeked his head around the corner and nodded, leading the way. Dean looked around, on edge. He took the lead, opening the door. He snuck in, drawing his gun. Everett and Sutton followed him in. Hunter pushed me in, and Sam was the last, closing the door behind us, softly. I padded over to Dean and hooked a finger onto his belt loop. He reached back and squeezed my hand before shuffling closer to the woman. She was in her wheelchair, facing the corner. I pulled at him, and he looked over his shoulder to face me.

Is she asleep? I mouthed at him.

He nodded. I think so.

“Who the hell are you?” The woman yelled, turning to Dean.

I jumped a foot in the air, and Dean instinctively snatched me mid-air, holding me against his hip. The Richmonds aimed their weapons at the woman, and Sam was in front of Dean and I in a split second, arms spread wide and shoulders squared to protect us.

“Who’s there? You trying to steal my stuff?” She groaned to herself. “They’re always stealing around here.”

Hunter turned and flicked the lights on, and I let out a silent breath when I saw the cataracts in her eyes.

“No, ma’am!” Sam sputtered. “Uh, we’re maintenance. We’re sorry, we thought you were sleeping.”

“Ah, nonsense.” The woman snorted. “I was sleeping with my peepers open.” She laughed before pointing to the inverted cross on the wall. “And fix that crucifix, would ya? I’ve asked four damn times already!”

Dean and I only stared, clinging to each other. Sam spun the cross around so that it was the right way as Dean tried to put me down. My legs were hooked around him, and they would not go down. I tightened my arm around his neck, and he sighed as we turned to leave the room.

***

“I was sleeping with my peepers open?” Sam let out a cackle, and Dean frowned at him.

“I almost smoked that old girl, I swear! It’s not funny!” Dean hissed back.

“Oh man, you should’ve seen your faces!” Sam snickered.

“It was horrifying, Sams!” I snapped back.

“Your legs wouldn’t work!” Sam laughed harder, beginning to wheeze.

“Oh, shove it.” I snarled as we entered the lobby.

“Alright, alright, laugh it off. Now we’re back to square one.” Dean sighed as he fished out the motel keys.

“Alright, I’m gonna hit the hay.” Everett saluted us before going straight for their room.

“See ya later.” Sutton waved, following her sister.

Hunter sighed, leaning down to kiss my cheek before following his sisters across the parking lot.

“Hang on.” Dean shoved the keys into my hand and turned to the boy from earlier, who was sitting on the curb. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“My brother’s sick.”

“The little guy?” Dean asked, face softening.

I sighed. Poor kid.

“Pneumonia. He’s in the hospital. It’s my fault.”

“Aw, come on.” Dean shook his head. “How is it your fault?”

“I should’ve made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't have gotten pneumonia if the window was latched.” He pouted.

Dean looked back at us, a sad look on his face. Sam and I looked back, identical frowns on our faces.

“Listen to me.” He turned back to Michael. “I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay?”

“It’s my job to look after him.”

Dean’s shoulders dropped, and I sighed again.

You see yourself in him.

My chest clenched, and Sam grabbed me by the shoulders. The mom came hurrying out of the lobby.

“Michael, I want you to turn on the no vacancy sign while I’m gone. I’ve got Denis covering room service so don’t bother with any of the rooms.”

“I’m going with you.” Michael stood.

“Not now, Michael.”

“But I’ve gotta see Asher.” He begged.

“Hey, Michael.” Dean caught his attention. “Hey, I know how you feel, I’m a big brother too, but you gotta go easy on your Mom right now, okay?”

She dropped her handbag in her haste and cursed under her breath. I bolted out from under Sam’s arm and grabbed it.

“Here.”

“Thank you.” She wiped her hair out of her face.

“Listen, you’re in no condition to drive. Why don’t you let me give you a lift to the hospital?” Dean offered.

“No, I couldn’t possibly-”

“No, it’s really no trouble. Let him drive you.” I cut in, and Dean held his hand out for the keys.

“Thank you so much.” She smiled, then turned to Michael. “Be good.”

Dean turned to help her slide into the passenger seat and then turned back to us. He cupped my cheek before looking up at Sam.

“We’re gonna gank this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?”

***

Hunter let out a snore from his spot on the couch. I was next to him, half asleep. Sutton and Sam were researching, and Everett was calling around to see who knew what. My phone buzzed under my thigh, and I untangled myself from Hunter, making my way to Sam and Sutton.

“Hey.” Dean whispered on the other end.

“Hey, bubba. How’s the kid?”

“He’s not good. Where are you guys?”

“We’re at the library. We’re trying to find out as much as we can about the shtriga.”

“Whatcha got so far?”

“Well, bad news. We started with Fort Douglas, the hunt you said Dad was on.” I whacked Sam’s arm to get his attention.

“And?”

“Um, same deal. I think Sammy said that before that there was Odgensville? Before that, North Haverbrook, and Brockway. Every fifteen to twenty years it hits a new town.” I sighed. “This thing is just getting started. In all these other places, dozens of kids before it moves on. The kids just stay in comas and then die.” I shuddered.

“How far back does this thing go?”

“Uh, Sammy, how far back?” I whispered, leaning over his shoulder.

“Earliest mention we could find was called Black River Falls, back in the 1890s.”

“Holy shit.” I hissed, staring at the microfiche screen.

“Ollie?”

“Hold on, De. We’re looking at a picture of a bunch of doctors standing around a kid’s bed. Sam, that’s Hydecker, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded slowly.

“Okay, and?”

“And the picture is from 1893.”

“Are you guys sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely.”

Dean hung up without a warning, and I sighed.

“We can’t leave him in that hospital alone, he’ll lose his cool.” I whispered.

Sam shook his head. “We can’t do anything.”

I growled under my breath and padded back to Hunter. He was awake now, rubbing at his eyes. I dropped back next to him with a sigh, and he yawned.

“What happened?”

“It’s the fucking doctor.” I hissed.

He huffed. “He’ll go after the older brother now.”

I nodded. “We have to stop this. Tonight.”

***

“We should’ve thought of this before.” Sam sighed. “A doctor is a perfect disguise. You’re trusted, you can control the whole thing.”

Dean wrestled with his jacket, angry. I yanked him by the wrist and helped him take the jacket off before he continued to pace, agitated. I folded the jacket in two and held it in my lap as I sat down on the bed with a sigh. Jinx settled at my feet with a whine. She could tell he was anxious.

“That son of a fucking bitch.” He snarled.

“I’m surprised you didn’t draw on him right there.” Everett snorted.

“Yeah well, first of all, I’m not gonna open fire in a fucking pediatrics ward.”

“Good call.” Sutton noted.

“Second, wouldn’t have done any good, because the cunt’s bullet proof unless he’s chowing down on something. And third, I wasn’t packing, which is probably a really good thing cause I would’ve burned a clip in him on principle alone.”

“You’re getting wise in your old age, Dean.” Sam teased.

Dean said nothing, and I stood, padding toward him softly.

“We know how to get it.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

Dean’s eyes widened. “Shtrigas work through siblings, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“If last night it went after Asher…”

“It’ll go after Michael tonight.” Hunter finished.

“We gotta get him outta here.” Sam’s eyes widened.

“No, no. That could blow the whole deal.” Dean shook his head.

“What?” Sutton’s eyes bulged out of her head.

“You wanna use the kids as bait? Are you nuts?” Sam scowled.

“No! Forget it.” Everett shook her head.

“Out of the question.” Sutton made a face of disgust.

“It’s not out of the question, guys. It’s the only way! If this thing disappears it could be years before we get another chance.” Dean protested.

“Michael’s a kid. And we are not gonna dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook.”

“Dad did not send me here to walk away.” Dean hissed.

“Send you here? He didn’t send you here! He sent us here!” Sam snapped.

“Hey!” I called, trying to get them to stop.

Jinx howled, sensing the obvious tension.

“This isn’t about you, Sam! I’m the one who screwed up, alright? It’s my fault! There’s no telling how many kids have died because of me!” Dean shouted.

“What?” Everett tilted her head.

“Dean, how is this your fault?” Sutton spoke softly.

“Dean…” Sam trailed off. “You’ve been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now talk to us, man. Tell us what’s going on.”

“Dean.” I whispered. “Please.”

“Fort Douglas, Wisconsin. It was our third night in this crap room, and I was climbing the walls. Man, I needed some fucking air. I was only eleven. Olive wasn’t even a year old, and she was teething.” Dean breathed heavily.

I rubbed his back as he stopped pacing and dropped onto the bed. “It’s okay. Just tell us.”

***

Dean is eleven. He’s watching TV in the motel room. He’s losing it. It’s the third day that he’s been cooped up in the tiny space. He turns the TV off and peeks into the bedroom. Sam is asleep, laying on his stomach with one hand reaching into Olive’s crib. She’s sleeping on her back, covered in blankets, tiny fist wrapped around one of Sam’s small fingers. Dean smiles before leaving, locking the door behind him.

He goes to the arcade. It’s in the same motel. He’s only a few rooms away. They’re both sound asleep, and Olive sleeps for hours at a time. He’ll only be out for a little while. What’s the harm?

He plays until the owner tells him they’re closing for the night.

Dean, now calm, returns to their motel room. He sees an eerie light coming from the bedroom. He hears Olive whine, and then she screams, bursting into tears. Dean’s blood freezes, horrified. He pushes the door open, seeing the shtriga leaning over Sam, breathing his life in. Dean reaches for the rifle by the door. The shtriga hears him cock it and rears up, hissing at him.

Dean hesitates, terrified. John breaks down the front door, handgun raised. He shouts an order at Dean, who ducks and rolls. Olive screams louder as John shoots the shtriga. It jumps over Sam and through the window. Olive cries so hard that she begins to choke, and Dean is made in action, rushing to his feet and lifting her out of the crib, patting her back.

Her crying dies down as John cradles Sam close.

“Sammy? Sammy, Sammy. You okay?”

Sam blinks as he wakes up, confused. “Yeah Dad. What’s going on?”

“Are you alright?” John repeats, holding Sam close.

Olive coos as John turns to glare at Dean. “What happened?”

Dean hesitates, again scared. “I… I just went out.”

“What!” John roars, and Sam pulls away, confused.

Olive begins to cry again. John plucks her from Dean’s arms, and she lets out an ear-piercing wail. She reaches for Sam, who takes her from their angry father.

“Just for a second. Dad, I’m so sorry.” Dean whimpers.

“I told you not to leave this room! I told you not to let him out of your sight!”

***

My heart ached as Dean blinked away tears. I reached for his hand and he took it without a word, sniffling. Jinx jumped onto the bed and let out a whine, curling up by his side.

“Dad just… grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim’s, three hours away. Irene went after it, but by the time Dad got back to Fort Douglas, the shtriga disappeared. It was just gone, and it never surfaced until now. You know, Dad never spoke about it again, and I didn’t ask. But he… he looked at me different, you know.” He sniffed. “Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn’t listen. I could’ve gotten you both killed.”

“You were a kid.” Sam and I spoke at the same time, voices soft.

“Don’t.” Dean shook his head. “Don’t. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.”

“But using Michael… I dunno, Dean. I mean, can’t I just hide under the covers? Ya know, we can be the bait?” Sutton asked.

“No, it won’t work.” Dean shook his head. “It’s gotta get close enough to feed, it’ll see us. Believe me, I don’t like it any more than you do. But it’s gotta be the kid.”

***

“Well, that went shitty.” Dean scowled as he laid back on the bed. “Now what?”

“Well what did you expect?” Everett sighed. “You can’t ask an adult to do something like that, much less a kid.”

There was a knock on the door, and Hunter stood to open it. Michael stood there, looking horrified. Jinx barked.

“Michael?”

“If you kill it, will Asher get better?” He asked.

“Honestly?” Dean sighed. “We don’t know.”

“You said you were a big brother.”

Dean nodded, glancing back at me and Sam. “Yeah.”

“You take care of your little brother and sister? You’d do anything for them?”

Dean nodded again, without skipping a beat. “Yeah, I would.”

Michael sighed. “Me too. I’ll help.”

***

“Alright, got it?” Sutton asked Sam as she stuck her head in one room and then the other.

“Almost.” Sam called back.

“This camera has night vision on it, so we’ll be able to see clear as day.” Dean spoke to Michael, voice soft and tone gentle.

My heart melted. I loved Dean with all my heart.

“Are we good?” He looked at Sutton.

“A hair to the right.” She repeated Sam’s instructions.

I tapped the camera a bit, and Sutton put a hand up for me to stop. Hunter checked his handgun before tucking it into his pocket. I leaned against the wall as I did the same, watching Dean.

“What do I have to do?” Michael asked him.

Dean sat on his bed. “Just stay under the covers.”

“And what if it shows up?”

Dean glanced up at us, and Michael did the same. Hunter winked at him and I sent him a smile.

“Hunter and Olive will be in your closet. The rest of us will be right in the next room. We’re gonna come in with guns. So, as soon as we do, you roll off the bed and crawl under it.”

“What if you shoot me?” Michael asked.

“We don’t shoot you.” Dean smiled softly. “We’re good shots. We’re not going to fire until you’re clear, okay?”

Michael nodded, hesitantly.

“Have you ever heard a gunshot before?”

“Like in the movies?”

Dean chuckled. “It’s gonna be a lot louder than in the movies. So I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears, and do not come out until we say so. You understand?”

Michael nodded again, paling by the second.

“Michael, you sure you wanna do this?”

He said nothing, and Dean put a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay. Nobody will be upset with you.”

“No, I’m okay.” He sat up tall. “Just don’t shoot me.”

“We’re not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.” Dean whispered to him.

***

I rubbed my eyes as we sat on the floor of the closet, heads against the door. I watched through the wooden slits as a shadow moved outside the window. Hunter stood, pulling me up with him. The window slid open, and I clutched my gun tighter. I closed my eyes, knowing the others were preparing themselves to run in here.

The shtriga stood over Michael, and opened its mouth. Michael was horrified, but his eyes were shut tightly. The light of his energy began to light up the room, and Dean and the others burst down the door.

“Hey!” Sam shouted.

“Michael, down!” Dean ordered.

I kicked the door open as Michael rolled off and under the bed. Each of us took multiple shots, firing at the shtriga until it fell to the floor.

“Mike, you alright?” Dean called.

“Yeah.” His voice was meek, but he was okay.

“Just sit tight.” Dean ordered as he took a step toward the shtriga.

It was limp on the ground, and Dean let out a small sigh as he glanced back at Sam. It jumped up, and a growl left my mouth as I went at it, tossing my gun aside. It grabbed me by the throat and pushed me into Dean, slamming us both into the wall. I spit blood as it slammed the Richmonds to the ground.

“Ol! Dean!” Sam called as the shtriga forced him against the wall, drawing his energy out.

Danger. Sam. Dying. Sam. Sam!

Sam began to go grey. I let out another noise as Sutton stumbled for her gun. The shtriga looked up. Sutton shot it in the head, and Sam went limp, gasping for breath.

“Sams!” I ran to him, speaking through pointed teeth.

“You okay, little brother?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam nodded, holding two shaky thumbs up. I helped him to his feet. Dean and the Richmonds met us a foot away from the shtriga. We stared as the energy began to spill from its mouth. I took Dean’s gun from his hand and shot it. Dean took the gun back and shot it twice more. It fell in on itself as the rest of the energy escaped.

Michael peeked his head out, and Dean nodded.

“It’s okay, Michael. You can come on out.”

More blood fell from my mouth, and I spit it onto my flannel so it wouldn’t end up on the carpet. Michael shuffled to stand next to Everett, smiling tentatively. Dean pulled an arm around me and the other around Sam, winking at Michael.

I glanced at Hunter, and he nodded.

We got it.

***

“So, we’ll see you around?” I looked up at Hunter.

He nodded. “Probably.” He bent down and scratched Jinx’s ears. “Bye, sweet baby.”

“Hunt, come on, I wanna get going.” Everett called as she climbed into their car.

I nodded in her direction. “You should go.”

He sighed. “You know, you’re lucky to have Dean.”

I glanced over my shoulder at said boy and smiled. “Yeah.” I turned back to Hunter. “I really am.”

He chuckled. “Catch ya later, Ol.”

I popped to my toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Bye, Hunt.”

He winked as he climbed into the backseat. Everett started to move before he could even shut the door. I giggled, waving as they drove off.

“Hey, Joanna.” Dean greeted Michael’s mom with a grin. “How’s Asher doing?”

“Have you seen Michael?” She asked.

“Mom! Mom!” Michael came running from inside the building, hugging his mother.

“Hey, sweetie!”

“How’s Ash?” He asked with large, hopeful eyes.

“Good news.” She smiled. “Your brother’s gonna be just fine.”

“Really?” Michael gasped.

“Yes, really.” She smiled. “No one can explain it. It’s a miracle. They’re gonna keep him overnight for observation and then he’s coming home.”

“That’s great!” Dean grinned.

“How are the other kids?”

“Good! Real good. A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward’s going to be a ghost town.”

“Dr. Travis?” I asked. “What about Dr. Hydecker?”

“Oh, he wasn’t in today. Must’ve been sick or something.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Must’ve.”

“So, did anything happen while I was gone?” Joanna asked Michael.

“Nah.” He glanced at Dean. “Same old stuff.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “You can go see Ash.”

“Now?” His head popped up, excited.

He glanced at Dean again, and Dean nodded slightly.

“Only if you want to.” Joanna smiled at him.

Michael waved goodbye to us before running out to the car.

Joanna laughed. “I, uh, I’d better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” Sam waved as she hurried to the car.

Dean wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we turned back to the car.

“Ya know, it’s too bad.” Sam sighed.

“Oh, they’ll be fine.” Dean shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant Michael. He’ll always know there are things out there in the dark… he’ll never be the same, you know?” He sighed. “Sometimes I wish that…”

“What?” I looked up at him.

“I wish I could have that kind of innocence.”

We turned to lean on the car, watching as Joanna and Michael drove off. I leaned into Dean’s side, and Jinx whined, scratching at our feet.

“If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.”

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RULES | 1.03: EARTH KILLS

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn ), kyle wick x fem!oc ( past ), clarke griffin x fem!oc ( one sided . . . or is it? )

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of death, oblivious!gabi, minor character death

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"𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦." 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩."

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. "𝘓𝘢𝘮𝘦."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳."

𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳.

"𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?"

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺.

"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳?" 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸, "𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦?"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘢."

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, "𝘞𝘪𝘤𝘬."

"𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺." 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘑𝘢𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 ── 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥." 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺?" 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦?"

"𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩." 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸.

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. "𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵."

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥." 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬." 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?"

"𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵." 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯, "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."

Being locked up in solitary for a year, with no human contact except for the guards who brought her food and the ability to attend three Earth Skills classes a month, didn't do Gabriella any good. No human contact made her easily go back to being the same girl she was right after her mother's death. She was cold, emotionless, did not care about anyone but herself, and refused to listen to anyone. That changed when she met John Murphy, it was like the shield around her heart cracked open and she finally found someone who understood her. She was finally able to smile and be happy again. They were close enough that only he was able to see that side of her, the one that showed actual emotion. And that went both ways.

So, of course, he was the only person to notice how different she acted now. She has been throwing herself into work and ordering people around in order to build the wall quicker. She was sending out hunting trips along with Bellamy ── that being the only thing the two did not fight about. They knew what had to be done to survive, so they put their differences aside to keep the camp safe.

Jasper's condition didn't change at all and it made her even more anxious. Wells didn't let her stay in the dropship while Clarke was trying to fix him up and it took everything in her not to stab him in the eye.

"You have to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" Gabriella asked, not looking up from the small replica of the camp on the table in front of her.

Murphy rolled his eyes, not buying her oblivious act, and grabbed her wrist gently "Throwing your head into work instead of facing a problem head-on."

Of course he knew what she was doing, she had been doing that even before being sent to the ground. She would stuff her head into a book and shut out the world around her. It was not always bad and she mostly did it when something was bothering her.

"I am dealing with the problem head-on. I am trying to figure out how to control the camp before everything falls apart." Gabriella replied shortly.

"That's not the thing making you anxious. Bellamy is dealing with the way everything is divided, there's something else bothering you." Murphy argued.

"Maybe I just don't want to let Bellamy do everything around here." she snapped, "I don't trust him. But what else is new?"

His expression softened as he took in the blonde's behavior, "Listen, Ellie. I know it's been awhile since we actually talked but you can trust me. You do still trust me don't you?"

"Of course I do." Gabriella sighed tiredly, "It's just ── everything that happened to Jasper is messing with my head. And the fact that they won't let me see him is just making everything worse, especially when the only thing that lets me know he's alive is hearing his screams every five minutes."

Before she knew it, he pulled her into his chest, her face resting in the crook of his neck. "Jasper will be fine."

"How do you know?" she asked, her voice cracking as she melted into the warmth of the hug.

"Call it a hunch." he shrugged and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

After her short breakdown, Gabriella went to sleep and felt a lot better once she woke up. She got out of her tent to see everyone was already doing something and realized she must've slept in.

She walked around camp to see if everyone was doing what they were supposed to but stopped once she spotted her best friend, Bellamy, and a few other teenagers throwing weapons at a tree in the corner of the camp.

"Doing a good job boys." she praised, sitting on a log next to the weapons.

"Men, Ellie. Men." Murphy corrected with a cocky confident smirk.

"Keep telling yourself that, John."

Murphy clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and let out a breathy chuckle, "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Queenie."

Gabriella chuckled at the new nickname, glad that he was back to his usual self and not walking on eggshells around her like most people would if she broke down like that in front of them.

He picked up another knife and chucked it into the tree, only for it to fall straight on the ground. Gabriella tried her hardest not to laugh at the look on his face. The boy glared at her, seeing her amused expression, "You do it then if you think it's so easy. Come on."

"Fine." she rolled her eyes and pulled the knife she still had from The Ark out of the waistband of her shorts before getting into position. She lifted her arm up, turned it to the right degree, and threw the knife into the target that was drawn on the tree.

"Now, that's how it's done." Bellamy said with a small smirk, eyeing the blonde with a coy look in his eyes. The Blake boy only received a deadpan look from her and a glare from Murphy, neither of them even a little amused.

"We searched a half-mile in all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal." Atom announced as he walked out of the woods with Jones and Mbege following behind him.

"Visit your special tree when you were out there?" Murphy couldn't help but mock, remembering Bellamy's pissed-off expression after he caught one of his best boys making out with his little sister. Then he remembered how hilarious it was to see Atom hanging off a three and could not stop the small chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Atom took his punishment. Let it go." Bellamy scolded, but didn't look too bothered by the mocking.

"Could be grounders." Atom suggested, clearly uncomfortable with talking about taking Octavia Blake's virginity right in front of her overprotective older brother.

"Yeah, or they could be in pound town." Murphy suggested playfully, picking his knife up again. "Lots of that going around recently."

"Maybe not enough." Bellamy shrugged and threw his ax at the tree, only to instantly turn around and eye Gabriella with a smirk that she rolled her eyes at. This guy could not take a hint.

"Look, Bellamy, Ella, people are scared. And that dying kid is not helping the morale around here." Atom said, ignoring Murphy's taunting.

Gabriella couldn't help but tense at the mention of Jasper and turned to glare at Atom. "Morale will go up when we get more food. That's exactly why you are going hunting later."

"And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?" Jones asked, looking between the two self-proclaimed leaders.

"Now? Nothing." Bellamy said nonchalantly, "It's possible they're just lost. We'll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting."

The Kane turned towards him. "Gather up the hunting team and be back before dawn. We don't need any more people missing."

Bellamy raised an eyebrow at her "You're not going?"

"And do what? Leave the prince and princess in charge? Not a chance." she responded, picking her knife up, putting it into the pocket of her jacket, and walking away to the dropship.

She was going to see how Jasper was doing, even if she had to stab Wells with a knife to get in. Just as she was about to start climbing onto the second level of the dropship, Jasper let out a haunting scream that was even worse than the ones before. Gabriella climbed quicker and threw the drop open, not caring if she hit anyone while doing so. "What the hell are you doing? You're gonna kill him!"

"She's trying to save his life." Finn defended quickly, desperately trying to keep Jasper's body from moving.

"She can't."

Gabriella turned around at the sound of Bellamy's voice to see that the Blake siblings climbed up behind her. Jasper's screams were definitely echoing through the entire camp.

"Back off." Wells told the eldest Blake, trying to appear tough in front of Clarke but failing miserably once he received an unimpressed look from Bellamy who didn't even bother to argue with him.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die." Clarke glared up at Bellamy.

"Kid's a goner." he huffed, "If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy."

"Well I'm sorry if Jasper's life is such an inconvenience to you, but down here every life matters. Especially his since I'm going to give you hell if he dies and it turns out to be your fault." Gabriella snapped at him, her glare murderous.

"Take a look at him!" Bellamy shot back. A big part of him was confused about why she even cared so much about the dying boy. "He's a lost cause."

Gabriella drowned out the rest of the conversation as she stared down at the barely breathing body of one of her closest friends. She snapped out of it when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard Clarke assure her. "Ella, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"I'll believe it when I see it, Clarke." she responded coldly making the Griffin drop her hand back to the floor in defeat.

"This isn't about hope, it's about guts." Bellamy chimmed in, "You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself."

"You really wanna test me right now, Blake? Because if you even lay a finger on him I will kill you." Gabriella glared, "Just ask how I got locked up in the first place."

"I'm just saying, Bambi. Don't give yourself false hope or you will end up getting hurt." Bellamy said sternly before he turned to his sister. "Octavia, let's go."

"I'm staying here." the brunette said, not looking away from Jasper's body, except to give Gabriella a reassuring smile which she returned half-heartedly.

"Power-hungry, self-serving jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." Monty said bitterly as soon as Bellamy was out of earshot. He flashed Octavia an apologetic look. "No offense."

The girl only shook her head, knowing what he was saying was only half true. Bellamy really has not cared about anyone but herself and their mother for a long time.

"Bellamy is all that." started Finn and let out a heavy sigh, "But he also happens to be right."

Sam scoffed and glared at him "Why don't you do us all a favor and leave then, Spacewalker? Go ahead and join Bellamy, Murphy, and their rabid dogs. It's not like you're helping here anyway."

"Yeah what he said." Monty pointed at the blond awkwardly, avoiding making eye contact with anyone and keeping his eyes on Jasper.

"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴."

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 ── "

" . . . 𝘵𝘰𝘰." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, "𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰."

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵!"

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩! 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 ── "

𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱."

"𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?" 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦." 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵?"

𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, "𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦."

Gabriella looked up from Jasper to see Clarke and Wells entering the second level of the dropship.

"So, uh ── Finn, Sam, Wells, and I are going to look for some herbs to help Jasper heal faster." Clarke started, eying her skeptically. "Do you have everything in control here?"

"Yeah. Of course." she nodded confidently, knowing she would not let anyone touch Jasper.

"You are gonna take care of him, right?" Clarke asked and received a nod from Gabriella but it was obviously not enough for Wells.

"How can we trust you, you won't let Murphy or someone else come in and kill him?"

"Well I hope not, I mean I am kind of a psychopath." Gabriella said with a blank expression on her face. When she receives a pointed look from Clarke she deadpans. "Do you want me to pinky swear?"

Clarke let out a sigh and nodded to herself, before heading down to the main level without another word. Wells followed her with a confused look. "You are trusting her alone with him?"

"She is not gonna be alone. Octavia and Monty are up there too." she hesitated before adding, "And for your information, I do trust her."

It's been two hours of silence. Monty was working on contacting The Ark, Octavia looking at him with curiosity sparkling in her eyes, and Gabriella trying to do something to ease her boredom.

She and Monty had an unspoken understanding so both of them understood each other's priorities. Monty wanted The Ark to come down and wanted to do everything in his power to help while Gabriella didn't want anything to do with helping it.

"So, uh . . . you and my brother?"

Gabriella tore her eyes away from Jasper as soon as the words left Octavia's mouth. She blinked. "What?"

"I'm just gonna say it because no one else will and because you obviously don't see it." the younger Blake sibling started bluntly, "Murphy follows you around like a lovesick puppy and you and my brother look like you're about to jump each other's bones any second."

The blonde took a deep shaky breath "Ever since we met, John has been my best friend. Yeah, we flirted, but it was always our way to joke around . . . "

"But do you want it to be more?" Octavia asked curiously.

"Of course she does." Monty scoffed. "Have you seen the way they look at each other? I thought that after a year of you two not seeing each other that the tension and obliviousness would disappear but you still don't see it."

Gabriella glared at him. "You're saying it like he has feelings for me or something."

Monty stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He looked at the Blake sister for help. "Octavia, is she being serious?"

Octavia chuckled at the interaction. It was obvious the two had a close sibling-like relationship. It was not as strong as Jasper and Monty's but she could see they cared about each other a lot.

"And my brother is ── "

"── completely unable to take a hint?" Gabi cut her off with a snort, "Doesn't take no for an answer? Thinks that no means yes and that never gonna happen means take me back to your tent, I'm yours? Figured."

Monty and Octavia shared a look before bursting out laughing with Gabriella following after trying to keep a serious expression for a few seconds. Their moment was interrupted when most of the delinquents went rushing into the dropship panicked, most of them screaming and crying.

"What the hell is going on?" Gabriella asked the crowd loudly.

"Air got thick, everybody's skin started burning." A girl, she believed was called Monroe, told them.

"Guys, my brother is out there." Octavia panicked and Gabriella put a reassuring hand on her back.

"Bellamy can handle himself. He will be fine."

The blonde quickly got up and made sure everyone was inside before closing the dropship door. She told the kids that weren't injured to get on the third level while she got Octavia to help her with the kids on the bottom level. There weren't any dead delinquents in the dropship but judging by the number of teenagers that were inside right now, Gabriella was sure some of them were stuck outside. She hoped they found appropriate shelter because whatever that fog was, was obviously very toxic and possibly deadly.

Once she was sure everyone was settled, she flopped down on the hammock next to Murphy "You sure the fog didn't get to you?"

"Don't worry about me." he said with a half-smile, "How's Jordan doing?"

"Clarke, Finn, Wells, and Sam should be here with the stuff to fix him up soon. So I think he should be okay."

"I told you. That kid lived through getting speared in the chest. He's not going down easily." Murphy said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Now get some sleep. I'll wake you up when the fog goes away."

Once they were sure the fog was gone, Gabriella opened the dropship, and about an hour later, the hunting group was back accompanied by the group that went to get the plants for Jasper.

Gabriella watched as Octavia lifted the sheet to reveal Atom's dead body and ran away sobbing. The blonde felt sympathy for the younger girl, she never had a life but once she finally had one, the guy she has feelings for gets killed. So against her better judgment, she ran after the brunette to the back of the dropship and let her break down into her arms. She watched Octavia Blake get through the first of many losses she will face on the ground.

"Thanks, El." Octavia sniffed. "You are not half as bad as my brother says you are."

"I am, you just haven't done anything to piss me off yet, Tavi." she ruffled her hair a little.

Octavia smiled and whipped off some of the tears from her face. "I'll go check up on Jasper and see how he's doing."

Gabriella was about to tell her she was gonna go with her until she looked over her shoulder to see Clarke standing there with a nervous look on her face. "I'll catch up with you in a bit."

The two blondes watched Octavia walk away before they faced each other.

"Yes, Princess?" Gabriella asked, crossing her arms over her chest defensively, the familiar nickname sounding as venomous as it did every time she said it.

Clarke cleared her throat and fidgeted with her hands. Her nerves could rarely be seen by her mannerism. She usually just had a shaky voice. Not that she was ever really nervous anyway. "Now that I came face to face with the truth about what my mother really did, I think it's time I tell you the truth."

"The truth? The truth about what?"

"I had a crush on you." Clarke blurted out before she could back down. She let out a sigh when she saw the confused look on her ex-best friend's face "I had a crush on you and Wells found out. I thought he was gonna tell you so I distanced myself, too afraid I'll lose you the hard way."

The female Kane watched her carefully for a few seconds before a genuine smile appeared on her face. "You had a crush on me?"

"Of course I did." Clarke chuckled to herself, "Who wouldn't?"

Gabriella chuckled softly, her smile forming into a shit-eating grin. "I was your bisexual awakening."

"Shut up." Clarke rolled her eyes but could not hide the blush that rose to her pale cheeks.

"So you didn't hate me?" Gabriella asked the fellow blonde, slightly nervous now.

Clarke's smile dropped, taken aback that Gabriella would even ask her that, "Of course not. You were one of the most important people in my life. You still are. And I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make our friendship the way it used to be. Because I need you, Ella. Especially down here."

#the 100 #the hundred #the 100 rewrite #bellamy blake #john murphy #clarke griffin #bellamy blake imagine #john murphy imagine #raven reyes #octavia blake #bellamy blake x oc #bellamy blake x reader #john murphy x reader #john murphy x oc #wells jaha

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My F/O list

Finally getting around to making this thing, so here we go. I don’t have ship names for most of them (yet), so in the mean time, I’m using emoji’s that fit closest. I don’t have an issue with sharing, but if you do, feel free to block the appropriate tag! I’m doing my best to try and tag everything.

Names in Bold I am not comfortable sharing romantically

Main F/O’s:

My mains fluctuate all the time, but currently the Main ones are:

Porter Gage (Fallout) 🏴‍☠️🖤 #OTP: Underestimated to a Fault

Husk (Hazbin Hotel) 😼❤️ #OTP: Watch Your Cards

Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe) 🐍💚 #OTP: Green is our Colour

Touya ‘Dabi’ Todoroki (My Hero Academia) #OTP: Lighters in the Dark #gdi Dabi #jfc Touya

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders) #OTP: Bow to the Bakers

Allison / Texas (Red vs Blue) #OTP: Houston We Are the Problem

Hiei Jaganshi (Yu Yu Hakusho) 🐉💜 #OTP: Hiebe

My Kids:

“Child” Familial F/O’s, and Fankids. I love them very much

Angel (Borderlands) Step-Daughter #Angel [Calls me Gabe]

Nero (Devil May Cry) Step-Son #Nero [Calls me Gabe]

Hitoshi Shinso (My Hero Academia) Son #Rocker Bee Kittens [Calls me 'Mom’] #HK-57 the Malfunctioning Protocol Assassin Droid [Because of course I brought my son into Star Wars]

Eri (My Hero Academia) Adopted Daughter #Everything in Flux [Calls me ‘Mom’]

Cailean Elijah Solomons (Peaky Blinders) Son #Cailean Elijah Solomons [Calls me ‘Mom’]

Romantic F/O’s:

I still love them very much, but my current attention is on the mains <3

Wolf (10th Kingdom) 🐺🌕❤️

Shaun Hastings (Assassin’s Creed) 📚❤️

Handsome Jack (Borderlands) 💪💔 #OTP: Are We the Heroes

Dr. Nigel Townsend (Crossing Jordan) #OTP: Cryptid Crypts

Skulker (Danny Phantom) 👻💚 #OTP: Compatible Hardware

Vergil (Devil May Cry) 🔵💙 #OTP: The Power to Protect You

Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age) 🌹💙

The Iron Bull (Dragon Age) 🐂💝

Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age) 💰❤️ #OTP: The Ones Who Remain

Fenris (Dragon Age) ⚡💙

Anders (Dragon Age) 🚑💙

John Hancock (Fallout) ☀️💖

Robert Joseph MacCready (Fallout) 💸💕

Charon (Fallout) 🔫🖤

Vincent / Angel (nikkzships OC from Halo/RvB) No Tags Yet

Arackniss (Hazbin Hotel) 🕷️🖤

Poly!Husk + Arackniss #OT3: Running the Speakeasys

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha) 🐕💜 #OTP: The Dog The Witch and The Broken Well

Dean McCoppin (The Iron Giant) #OTP: Scrapyard Shindigs

Garrus Vakarian (Mass Effect) 🌌💙

Vetra Nyx (Mass Effect) 🌌💁💜

Shouta ‘Eraserhead’ Aizawa (My Hero Academia) 💤🖤 #OTP: No Rest For The Wicked

Hizashi ‘Present Mic’ Yamada (My Hero Academia) 🎤💛 #OTP: Loud Blondes Club

Poly!Shouta + Hizashi 💤💜🎤 #OT3: How to Speedrun a Family

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto) 🦈💙 #OTP: Fish Out of Water

Hanzo Shimada (Overwatch) 🐉💙🐉 #OTP: So Much for Stealth

Jesse McCree (Overwatch) 🐎❤️

Mako ‘Roadhog’ Rutledge (Overwatch) 🐷💗

Aleksandra ‘Zarya’ Zaryanova (Overwatch) 🏋️💗

Carasynthia 'Cara' Dune (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) ⭐💚 #OTP: Looking in Alderaan Places

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 🥃🖤 #OTP: The Other We Deserve

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) 🗡🖤 #OTP: Yyou’re Jusst Like Me

Eddie Brock + Venom (Venom) ☣️🖤

Lambert (Witcher) 🐺💚 #OTP: Prickly Pair

Gambit / Remy LeBeau (X-Men/Marvel) 🎴💜

Queer Platonic F/O’s:

Not quite Romantic™, but Platonic™ isn’t enough to describe it.

Gaige (Borderlands) ⛧❤️

Nisha (Borderlands) No Tag Yet

V (Devil May Cry) #OTP: A Facade of Memories

Merril (Dragon Age) 🌼💚

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age) 🐍🖤

Butch DeLoria (Fallout) 🕳️🐍💙

Cait (Fallout) No Tag Yet

Atsuhiro ‘Mr. Compress’ Sako (My Hero Academia) #TheShowmen🎭

Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes (Overwatch) 💥💖

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy (Witcher) 🐦🖤

Addison ‘Addy’ Carver (Z Nation) #OTP: Blended Bats

Platonic F/O’s:

I will probably be constantly adding to this list as I forget all the time. These guys don’t have tags, if you want me to tag them, let me know!

Maya (Borderlands)

Krieg (Borderlands)

Axton (Borderlands)

Mordecai (Borderlands)

Brick (Borderlands)

Timothy Lawrence (Borderlands)

Wilhelm (Borderlands)

Nicoli Technus (Danny Phantom) #TechDeck9000🤖

Dante (Devil May Cry)

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Niko (Devil May Cry)

Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Oghren (Dragon Age)

Sten/Arishock (Dragon Age)

Isabella (Dragon Age)

Aveline Vallen (Dragon Age)

Varric Tethras (Dragon Age)

Cole (Dragon Age)

Cremisius 'Krem’ Aclassi (Dragon Age)

Sera (Dragon Age)

Blackwall/Thom Rainier (Dragon Age)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age)

Deacon (Fallout)

Piper (Fallout)

Curie (Fallout)

Preston Garvey (Fallout)

Dogmeat (Fallout)

Amata (Fallout)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

Charlie (Hazbin Hotel)

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Liara T’Soni (Mass Effect)

Ashley Williams (Mass Effect)

Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy (Mass Effect)

Cora Harper (Mass Effect)

Jaal Ama Darav (Mass Effect)

Liam Kosta (Mass Effect)

Pelessaria ‘Peebee’ B’Sayle (Mass Effect)

Nemuri ‘Midnight’ Kayama (My Hero Academia)

Hidan (Naruto)

Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Din Djarin (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) #TheDadalorian🦏

Fennec Shand (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) #TheStoicShitstarters😈

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

Castiel (Supernatural)

Eskel (Witcher)

Triss (Witcher)

Ciri (Witcher)

Keira Metz (Witcher)

Yennefer (Witcher)

Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Kazuma Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Shuichi Minamino/Kurama/Yoko Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Yukina (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Botan (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Keiko Yukimura (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Shizuru Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Familial F/O’s:

I keep getting adopted by people 👀👀👀

Kai Hiwatari (Beyblade) Twin

Dr. Zed (Borderlands) Weird Uncle

Moxxi (Borderlands) Motherly

Marcus (Borderlands) Fatherly

Tina (Borderlands) Twinsies

Jack Napier ‘Joker’ (Batman 1989) Father Figure

Vlad Masters 'Vlad Plasmius' (Danny Phantom) Father #Vlad Dadsters

Trish (Devil May Cry) Sister

Wynne (Dragon Age) Grandmotherly

Leandra Amell (Dragon Age) Motherly

Vivienne de Fer (Dragon Age) Elder Sister

Nick Valentine (Fallout) Uncle

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) Fatherly... Patron... Thing 🦌♡

Lilith (Hazbin Hotel) Motherly

Todd ‘Squee’ Castle (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac) Younger Brother

Frank Castle (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Older Brother Figure #CastleGuard

Dr. Karin Chakwas (Mass Effect) Motherly/Grandmotherly

Admiral David Anderson (Mass Effect) Fatherly

Nakmor Drack (Mass Effect) Grandfatherly

Just the Entirety of the LOV (My Hero Academia) Siblings, the whole lot of ‘em #Leaguenanigans

Jin ‘Twice’ Bubaigawara (My Hero Academia) #TwiceTheFun

Kurogiri/Oboro Shirakumo (My Hero Academia) #TheOtherParent

Shuichi ‘Spinner’ Iguchi (My Hero Academia) No Tag Yet

Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia) No Tag Yet

Magne (My Hero Academia) #Miss you Mags

Inko Midoriya (My Hero Academia) Sisterly/Motherly (Dabi Ship Only) #MamaMido #NewtonsFirstLaw🔄

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya (My Hero Academia) Nephew (Dabi Ship Only) #Curveball

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Brother (Dabi Ship Only) #GlareOfTheLimelight

Natsuo Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Brother (Dabi Ship Only) #BrothersForACause

Fuyumi Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Sister (Dabi Ship Only) #TeachingGrace

Rei Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Mother-In-Law (Dabi Ship Only) #MamaRei

Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia) It’s Complicated (Dabi Ship Only) #NotInKansas

All For One (My Hero Academia) Father Figure...ish? (Dabi Ship Only) #Dad For One

Kakuzu (Naruto) Fatherly

Ana Amari (Overwatch) Grandmotherly

Reinhardt Wilhelm (Overwatch) Grandfatherly

Aberama Gold (Peaky Blinders) Uncle, Mum’s Brother

Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) Motherly Mentor

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Father #Ben Dadnobi

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) The Fun Uncle Mentor

Mace Windu (Star Wars) The Bullshit Filter Mentor

Grogu (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) Nephew

Donna Hanscum (Supernatural) Motherly

Jody Mills (Supernatural) Motherly

Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Uncle

Vesemir (Witcher) Grandfatherly

Logan / James Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men/Marvel) Father #SupBub

Genkai (Yu Yu Hakusho) Grandmotherly

Tommy ‘10K’ (Z Nation) Brother

This got really long, really quickly. I have been doing this for a while, so that makes sense. Don’t really know how to end this, so... Don’t be afraid to self ship, no matter how old you are!!! Your F/O’s love you!

~ Gabe

#f/o #f/o community #familial f/o #parental f/o #paternal f/o #maternal f/o #platonic f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other #f/o x s/i #s/i #Self Insert #Selfship #Selfshipping #op #f/o list #folist #okay to rb

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