The Valley Song

POV: Peter/Henry/001 has come to take back what’s his…

“Oh, Y/n I told you I’d come back for you.. didn’t I?”

Omg Yesss somebody please do this!!

Can someone please write a JJ x Reader fanfic based on the song Mine by Taylor Swift?

White Roses & Coal Dust

President!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Everdeen!Reader

Series Warnings: Arranged/political marriage, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, isolation, themes of abuse/control, sexual themes, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, grief, Hunger Games violence and death (canon-level), rebellion tension, slow burn angst, eventual confrontation, parental themes, canon divergence.

Synopsis: To secure his power and pacify Panem, Coriolanus Snow marries a poor girl from District 12. But promises built on politics rot quickly—and love doesn’t bloom easily under glass.

Timeline Note: This AU shifts the Hunger Games timeline to make Snow significantly younger during Katniss’s rise, allowing for a deeper entanglement between him and the Everdeen family.

Chapters Key:

Y/N’s POV: ☾

Smut/Explicit Content: ♱

Chapter One: First Glint

Chapter Two: A Gentle Invasion

Chapter Three: Threads of Control

Chapter Four: Unseen Lines ☾

Chapter Five: An Invitation to Stay

Chapter Six: A Perfect Farewell

Chapter Seven: Charmed Compulsion (COMING SOON)

Snap Out Of It (Henry Creel/001 x Fem! reader)

"I wanna grab both of your Shoulders and Shake, Baby say snap out of it.."

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(Summary: You start Dating a guy named Lucas and Henry gets jealous.. well because you are his and his alone and he doesn't like to share.. things get steamy..)

Word count: 1.7k

(Warnings: Not PROFF read, bad writing, Jealousy, smut, possessive)

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You were 20 when you started at the lab or well was forced, so that you could be one of the nurses. You were highly trained and freshly out of college being only at a two year school that had been year round school you had no breaks except a few weekends or for special holidays. Which was stressful but got the four years you needed to become a nurse before you ended up in this hell whole.

But there was a upside you had made good friends with the other nurse close to your age Shelly Wheeler she had helped you getting to know the office space. But there was one person that helped you the most and that was Peter/Henry you had met him on your first day. He had shown you around and since you both had grown a very deep connection..

Neither you or Peter/Henry expected this to happen especially not Henry, but he could sense something different about you. You didn't treat him differently than the others at the lab.. you weren't like the others at the lab at all.

Not like the other pests of the world..

Their was connection so deep that it went as far as sneaking into each others rooms late at night when you would have to stay late, long deep conversations, lingering touches, all the way to making out in the nurses office or one of the empty closets, and well also...

For months until, Brenner was starting to get suspicious. Which resulted to you not staying at the lab and instead going home immediately after your shift for. While he even had one of the orderlies walk you out as soon as your shift was over. To having one of them walk you everywhere. He had even threatened you with both of you getting hurt and even your family as well as friends.

So you had asked Henry to meet you slipping a note in 011s file handing it to him. He had came during everyone's lunch break and you told him that you guys couldn't do this anymore. That you couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't let him or your family and friends. He had tried to tell you that he wouldn't let anything happen but you knew or so you thought he couldn't do anything about it.

He guessed he had to try and wait ever so patiently for you to snap. out. of. it..

Before, he had left you kissed one last time or so you thought . Since then your days had been lonely and boring so when your one friend Alison out side of the lab said something about her setting you up with someone. You had excepted.

You, Alison, and Shelly were all very good friends so the night before your big date they had helped you pick out a stunning dress that you could change into after work before your date. You remember that night so well.. it was after your shift and you were just about to leave.

You were just finishing up a few finishing touches. Before the door open, you looked over your shoulder to see Him.

"You look stunning." Henry said , quietly coming up to you. You turned your head away sighing.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, trying not to get pulled in.

His fingers traced up and down your arm. You had grabbed his hand softly before turning around still holding his hand, before lowering it and letting it go.

"We can't do this.." you stated, while Henry eyes were flickering from your face to your body, taking in your form.. everything about you.

He hated that you of all people couldn't trust him and that you kept denying your wishes.. he wished he could grab both of your shoulders and shake snap out of it. And That you would snap out of it.

Before you had left, you told him you had a very important dinner to get too. He had grabbed your wrist spinning back to him before kissing you possessively then bring his lips to your ear whispering.

"Don't forget who you belong too..."

His voice was so dark and sinister like. Completely unlike the soft angelic voice he has. It made you shiver before you got your purse and left.

It turns out that Alison had set you up with Lucas. You had both been hanging out with each other a lot recently lately but never got to the date part.. well until now..

After that night, you both hit it off really well it was the perfect first date. You both had started dating.

Now, it's a few weeks later and here you are on your lunch break with Shelly gushing over your relationship.

"I can not believe you are dating Lucas! I mean you told me that you had hangout but how or when did that even start?" Shelly one of the nurses at the lab asked.

"I-I honestly don't know how or even when. It just happened. We just started spending a lot more time with each other just never got to the point of a date.. well until Alison." You replied, with a slight nervous laugh. While you could practically feel a certain someone's eyes burning into you.

  Henry was furious he overheard Shelly talking about you being in love or well near enough.. He just wanted to grab both of your shoulders and shake you to snap out of it. You were his and his alone.. the thought of another guy being with you or around you. Drove him wild..

  He was going to get you back.. and teach you who you belong too and make sure this time he doesn't let you out of his web..

  Once your lunch break was over you said goodbye to Shelly and started walking back to the office before you were dragged into a room that had been abandoned that you were passing. And Shoved up against a wall with harsh possessive lips attached to yours. You pushed them away already knowing that it was Henry. You looked into each other's eyes both filled with lust and want.

Snap...

  Before, your lips attached again harshly and passionately while he picked you up legs wrapping around. Arms held up. Clothes discarded. Henry's lips went down to your neck nipping biting sucking leaving marks all over you. While one hand went down to your slit and started rubbing in a circular motion earning those beautiful sounds he loves..

"It's time to show you who you belong too.. for good." He whispered in a dark husky tone, which almost sent you over the edge.

  Henry wanted to tear you apart. Make you his. Make sure you never think about another guy. Never let another guy touch or make you feel the he made you feel. He wanted to you to know who you belonged too. He wanted to snap you out of whatever you had with this guy Lucas. leaving him. Denying him.

Out...

  He ripped you off the wall and onto the floor before removing the rest of your clothes and thrusting into you at a hard fast pace making you cry out in both pain and pleasure. You got used to it quickly. Fluttering eyes shut before he grabbed your face making you look at him then making you look down. Making your eyes go wide and blow with more lust as he made you watch he fucked you. He lifted your head back while you breathlessly  moaned eyes fluttering shut eyebrows furrowed.

  While you took him in feeling as his cock stretched you perfectly feeling how far he was in you feeling him hit your cervix. He moved a hand and presses down where the bulge of him in your abdomen. You gasped, in pain while he pulled your hair.

"Yeah you feel that?." Henry asked you whined.

"That's my spot.."

"I own it..."

"own all of it..."

"I own You.." Henry growled with each thrust. Making Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Of...

    He went faster up till the only sound was skin slapping noise coming from both of you and panting. You were about to come before..

"Nuhuh. Tell me Y/n who do you belong too?"

  Henry knew exactly what he was doing and he wanted to make sure you knew. Exactly. Who. You. Really. Belong. Too.

"Hmm? Tell me darling." He said with a hard thrust with his hand around your neck.

"Uhh.. you.. always you."

"No I want you to tell me who you belong.." he growled while biting your spot on your neck that gets you the most. You gasped in pain and pleasure.

"You! Henry I belong to you.." You cried out.

"P-please let me cum.." you begged. He smirked while slamming in and out.

"Come for me darling.." He whispered.

  You let out a pornographic moan loud enough he put his hand over your mouth as the knot in your abdomen burst sending a huge wave of pleasure and relief. He helped you carry out your high, while still chasing his high.

"Going to cum in you. Hmm.. you that you me to fill you up? Hmm?"

  You cried out.

"God your perfect." He started to slowly slow down thrust getting sloppier. Shoving himself deep inside you spilling his seed. Marking you as his once and for all.

And he finally made you Snap Out Of It..

It...

Imagine you being Will’s and Jonathan’s Sister:

and Vecna/Henry/001 takes a liking towards you..:

SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE THIS!

Also your Jonathan’s twin!

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YESS I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGES!!! THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS!! @obxmxybxnk

unplanned - day out

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w/c: 1.3k

desc: you and JJ despised each other, getting into arguments whenever you bumped heads in the street. you were a kook, he was a pogue. what would happen if a baby came between you?

warnings: PART NINE, jj maybank x reader, teen pregnancy, swearing, sexual innuendos, mentions of the pogues,

a/n: i am so so sorry this has taken way over a month to write. i've had no motivation or inspiration for it AT ALL so here's this super boring chapter lmao🥺

parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

seven months pregnant

jj's arm wrapped around your shoulder while you sat at the chateau. the rest of the pogues were all sat around the hammocks, deep in some random conversation that you had no interest in joining at 10 in the morning.

your life was finally looking up. you had the father of your baby ready to support you and his child, you had your friends surrounding you, prepared to help tackle anything that came in the way of your little family. but you also had no parents. no boyfriend. no real family.

the fear of everyone in outerbanks finding out youre carrying a real life human being inside of you stays in the back if your mind 24/7. obviously, at this point, you look heavily pregnant to the point where you cant even hide it. so for the past month, you've either been at john b's house, or your own. you were terrified for anybody to see you out in public and spread the word of you being a whore.

honestly, you were very pleasantly surprised that rafe hadn't told everybody.

that should've been the first red flag for you.

"you okay?" jj's voice whispered in your ear. concern filling his expression. you just smiled up at him and nodded, not close enough yet to talk to him about what was worrying you.

you were so, so relieved that you and jj were becoming something, but sometimes it still felt awkward and different. it was a huge change from his mean, cruel ways to get used to.

"hey, don't you still need to buy baby clothes?" john b abruptly pulled the two of you back into their circle, and your eyes bulged open, snapping your head to jj.

"shit! i have everything except clothes, i completely forgot." you mentally face palmed yourself, how can you be a good mom if you forget the baby essentials?

"it's fine, we can go out and get some now. do you have money?" jj asked, and you nodded, although your lips turned upside down for a moment.

"i haven't checked my bank account in a while. my parents might've taken all the money out already." you told him. you'd been living off the funds you'd taken out previously, which was only about a third of what was in it before. dread filled your body at even the thought of being left broke by your cruel, putrid parents, taking all your well deserved money after endless jobs of babysitting, waitressing and dog walking even after your parents practically handed you their credit card whenever you needed even a cent.

"we better go quick then."

the two of you waved goodbye to the pogues and climbed into the van, jj in the drivers seat. there was a shift in the air as you and jj still weren't quite used to not filling silence with petty arguments or glares. it felt nice though, a good change that you were thankful for.

after a few minutes of strangely comfortable quietness, jj pulled into the street that the bank resided in, turning to you with a small smile on his face.

the building towered above you, ancient bricks seemingly going on forever. the wide, double doors pushed open and the fluorescent light of the room opened up to the two of you. jjs azure eyes scanned the room enthusiastically because, to be honest, he'd never stepped foot in a bank before. he never needed to, not with the money he owned. all the money jj had could probably, just about, fit in his jean shorts pocket.

you grinned at the lady behind the glass barrier and told her your name and details as she typed away on her (loud) keyboard. she grinned back at you as she nodded, telling you the money is in your bank and that you just need to use your credit card to access it.

after hours of sitting in the side office, across from a very professional man who spoke words niether you nor jj understood, you finally were given a new card with a new password so that your parents had no say in the money that went in and out of your bank account. you were officially, completely and utterly, your own person. no chains to your family any more.

freedom.

jj grabbed hold of your slightly sweaty hand and led you out of the building, now a huge smile on both of your faces, your expressions only showing ecstasy and exhilaration.

"hey, let's get some baby clothes now, yeah?" you nodded at the boy who's slender fingers were still entangled with yours as he pulled you through the noisy crowds of bustling tourons in the town centre, away from the beach that gave you comfort and solace. the shops that surrounded you were similar to the ones that were on the mainland, except these were more affordable and less fancy (more pogue like).

"there's a baby shop!" you exclaimed, jj nodded as he pretended to listen to you. but instead he was staring at your features. he loved the little flecks of hazel in your y/e/c eyes. he loved the quirk in your smile when you got enlivened by something. he loved the way your nose scrunched up as you accidentally brushed against somebody on the street. he loved how your skin was now decorated a pink hue as you had caught the blond, reckless troublemaker red handed.

"you coming?" you teased, trying not to show how flustered you were by his ogling (but he could already tell.)

the shelves inside the shop held teeny t-shirts with phrases like 'daddys lil' soldier' or 'i love my mom'. they were awfully cheesy and stereotyped but you could see the way jj's eyes lit up every time he read the cute words that were directed for the father. his heart swelled up at the thought of a human being that he helped make wearing a shirt saying they loved him or looked up to him.

the pogue boy reached out and gripped hold of a navy blue sweater that was decorated with cute baby pink squiggles while you grabbed some denim dungarees and grass green shoes.

"i want this." "lets get these." you both spoke at the same time causing giggles to erupt from the two of you. in the end, you threw both outfits into the basket because- why not?

the rest of the day was spent with laughs, jokes and sarcasm. you could feel yourself slowly falling for jj as the hours went by. your heart was quickly sinking because, well, this was jj maybank. a name that all the tourons learned by heart after moaning it out night after night. all the girls on the entire island had slept with him and all the boys had fought with him. he was a fuckboy and a fighter. jj would never want to be with you when he had a choice of every other girl in outerbanks.

suddenly, you felt a odd pain in your stomach. a strange sensation that felt like a pulsing beat, it took mere seconds to realise what it really was.

"jj! jj!" you called, and his head nearly snapped off by how quick he turned to you, panic struck across his face. his feet rushed towards you as he looked terrified for your wellbeing.

"what? are you okay? are you in pain? do you need a docto-" you cut the teenager off by holding his hands and moving them to your belly, letting him feel the kicking for himself. you watched as the trepidation washed from his expression and instead was replaced with euphoria and glee.

"that's my child? they're kicking?" his ears fogged up as tears collected in the bottom.

"she's kicking, jj." his circular movements stopped as his blue eyes shot up to look into yours.

"she?!"

the realisation of what you said settled in and your lips moved upwards slightly. you let the gender slip. whoops.

"she."

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Back to you/The Banshee

(Henry/001/Peter x Fem! reader)

(Summary: where the reader has the banshee scream/is a banshee but, doesn't know exactly what she is, starts working at the lab as a nurse and finds comfort in an old friends arms)

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(Warning: death, mentions of death, obsessive behaviour, gore, long chapter)

  When Y/n first started at the lab she hoped nobody would know her secret that she had 'voices' in her head. That unpredictably predicted death. She never knew how or why.

   She remembered predicting her Grandmothers death and letting out a Earth wrenching scream but, her parents didn't believe her. Until, two nights later when they got a call from the EMT saying she had passed two days earlier. You were only six at the time. The more you thought about it, it happened with anyone you knew. Like, your old neighbours the Creel's. You were particularly very close with their son Henry. You were eleven at the time a year younger the Henry.

  The Creel's had just moved in about a week ago, when your parents informed you that you were moving in a couple of months. Henry and you got along well being strangely different from anyone in the family. He knew about your secret and you knew about his. You weren't going to lie, you didn't like him at first he was quite rude but then you somehow chipped away at his wall and he let you in.

  You remember the week before you left, you had met Henry in their garden saying how much you didn't want to leave particularly because of him. Little did you know he was furious that you were being taken away from him. That was the last day you saw him. The 'voices' in your head telling you to stay away from him. The last night, before you moved you had that feeling and your wrenching scream came blaring through the house shattering the lights and window in your room. Your parents scolded you. You told them what was going to happen and yet again they didn't believe you.

  Only to wake up the next morning, to an ambulance and a police car outside the Creel's house. Alice, Virginia, and Henry Creel found dead with their father/husband Victor alive. You spent that day wailing at the lost of your friend. That same day you left.

  During your years growing up your parents had put you into a psych hospital and sent you to many therapists. They all said that it was just a coincidence and said their was nothing the could do. Your father started to get agressive with you while your mother would be at work or asleep in the next room. When you were 18 years old you took as much money as you could from your parents and that you had saved and ran away to start a life that you wanted. You were already an adult so they couldn't stop you. You went back to Hawkins got a job met wonderful people like Hopper and Joyce who became your friends especially Joyce. You soon were able to rent and buy a tiny house and at the age of 25 you got a new job working at Hawkins Lab as a nurse.

  Once, you started working at the lab you met the kindest and not to mention good looking orderly 'Peter Ballard'.

"Ah! Peter I would like you to meet our new nurse Ms. Y/n L/n. And Ms. L/n this is Peter Ballard." Brenner introduced you both. 'Peter' looked over remembering that name- remembering you.

"It's nice to meet you." You smiled and stock out your hand.

"It's nice to meet you as well." He shock your hand, not wanting to let it go. But quickly went back to his position behind Brenner.

"Now Ms.L/n if you need anything we will be around so don't stray to ask." Brenner said before leaving the infirmary.

"Of course sir." You replied. And with that 'Peter' and Brenner left.

  Since that day, you always saw 'Peter' he would come check up on you and would always bring the children to you. You both got to know each other very well, almost like you've known each other for years.

  Henry couldn't believe it was you. He-you had actually found him, he kept a close eye on you as much as possible. Seeing how much you've grown and change, he always tried to be around. Taking the children to you , coming to see you during his breaks. He realised that he had missed you. He remembers that night hearing your screams from the attic, he knew that you knew what he was about to do. Someday you would understand and someday it would just be you and him once again.

   A few months later, and it happened again one of the children had passed. The scream that would make everyone's and anyone's ear bleed. You had tried to tame it so badly which had caused you to start hyperventilating.

"Y/n breath tell me what's going on." Henry tried to calm her.

"It's like it's on the tip of my tongue and I don't know how to trigger it... I swear to god.,. it literally makes me want to scream... I-I promised it wouldn't happen here.." you said, freaking out, shaking,

"Come with me.."

  Henry grabbed your arm and started taking you to a different place but it was to late.  The blood curdling scream, broke breaking the lights making Henry cover his ears, as well as everybody else in the lab. After it was over you fell and passed out in Henry's arms. But, Their was another person in the hall with you and Henry. The one neither of you wanted to face. Dr. Brenner.

  Brenner had never heard anything like it. The more he started to think about it he had heard of the term banshee before but, he had never expected to come across one. Let alone one of his employees. He read the words very carefully.

Banshee: a female spirit whose wailing warns of an impending death in a house.

  You had predicted the death of one of the children. After, you had passed out he sent you to the infirmary and had you on the medical table with wires all over you. When you woke up, you started to freak out.

"It's okay Ms.L/n, this will help." The one doctor said.

   While holding a needle to your throat, you grabbed his hand, sitting up. "Y/n.. DONT!" You heard a voice yell and with that letting out your scream. Breaking lights once again making the needle shatter and the doctors ear bleed making him pass out. You fell back onto the table tears streaming down your face.

"Unbelievable... you have no idea what you are do you?... The wailing women... a banshee.. right before my eyes." You heard and slowly turned around to see Dr.Brenner.

"W-what do you mean?" Y/n asked.

"We will talk more about it tomorrow. Get some rest Ms. L/n... i will make sure nobody tries that again.." and with that Brenner left.

He left you with your thoughts. What was a banshee? Was she one? What did Dr.Brenner mean? How did he know what you were?

"How are you feeling?" A voice knocked you out of your thoughts. You quickly sat up only to see 'Peter'. " I apologize didn't mean to scare you."

"Uh.. n-no it's fine. I-im sorry for what happened be-before." You said as you looked away ashamed.

"It's quite alright. Its not the first time it's happened I'm sure." He replied.

"I-uh.. no.. no it's not the first time.. h-how did you kn- you know what actually never mind.."

"How are you feeling?" He asked again.

"Throats a bit soar but I'm fine.. just tired." You replied, you could have swore you saw a faint smile fall onto his lips.

"Well I will let you get some rest. Goodnight." He said before getting up and walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, Peter.." You said, before drifting off to sleep as the exhaustion you felt consumed you.

Once, Y/n fell asleep Henry walked back over he had missed you so.. he brushed a few pieces of hair out of her face, dragging a finger over her features. She had definitely grown into your features.. so beautiful.. before, he left he kissed her forehead while smelling the vanilla conditioner.

"I promise, we will be together again and we fill be free from this hell." With that he left.

  The next day, you were feeling a lot better up until you saw Brenner. He called you into his office.

"Ah, Y/n I'm sure your feeling better." Brenner said.

"Yes, I'm fine." She replied.

"I'm sure, you want to know more about what I meant.." He asked, you looked up and nod.

"Y-yes, more than anything.." She replied. Brenner stood up going over to a shelf and pulling a book out.

"This will tell you. If you have questions you can always come to my office but, your a smart young woman so I think you can figure it out. I also advise you, to stay away from 'Peter'.." "why?"

"I know it may not seem like it Ms.L/n but, 'Peter' is very dangerous.. with that being said we have made your room sound proof so the children won't here when.. you have your episodes.. the rules are still the same and if you have a feeling go to the room. I will be monitoring you while you are here. Do I make myself clear Ms. L/n."

"Y-yes Dr.Brenner."

  With that He handed you the book and dismissed you. You took the book straight to your room. Once, you got to your room, you sat at your desk, took a deep breath, opened the book to the page Brenner had marked, and started to read.

  Banshee;

  A banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening. Her name is connected to the mythologically important tumuli or "mounds" that dot the Irish countryside, which are known as síde in Old Irish.

  Personality Traits;

  Banshees may seem ghoulish, but they have no record of being violent or even mischievous.

  History;

  A Banshee is said to be a fairy in Irish legend and her scream is believed to be an omen of death. The scream is also called 'caoine' which means 'keening' and is a warning that there will be an imminent death in the family and as the Irish families blended over time, it is said that each family has its own Banshee!

   Their were a million thoughts going through your head at the moment as read and read.

'Am I the only one? Their is one in each family? How did i become one? Is their a reason?' You were so deep into your book and your thoughts. You didn't even here someone had come in.

"How are you feeling?" You jumped at the voice breaking your trance. While you snapped the book shut, turning around to see 'Peter'. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Peter.. uh um.. it's fine, I'm doing okay." Y/n said cautiously.

"I know.. that Brenner told you to stay away from me..." She looked him for a moment.

"So why are you here?" Y/n asked, turning back to the desk not wanting to deal with him. You heard his footsteps approach you as he kneeled down to your height. Pressing his chest against your back making you tense. "W-why are you doing this?"

"Because, I'm not letting you go.." he whispered.

"Since, when did you have me?" You asked.

"I will tell you tonight if you will let me.." you turned your face to him just realising how close you actually were and nodded.

"Okay.."

  Later that evening, you heard a knock on your door. You opened it, making sure no one saw and let him in.

"So what did you mean?" You asked. He looked at you hesitant. "I promise, I do want to know. I want the truth. Why it feels like I've known you more than just a few months."

"Because, we have known each other for longer ever since you were eleven and I was twelve." You looked at him for a moment. "It's me n/n."

"H-Henry.." you looked into his eyes.

"N-no, that's not possible Henry's gone, his father killed him and the rest of his family.." Before you could say anything else he pulled up his sleeve revealing '001' . He pulled you back down to sit next to him.

"I fell into a coma Y/n. When, I woke up from my coma only to find myself placed in the care of a doctor, the very doctor I had hoped to escape. Dr. Martin Brenner. Papa. But the truth...the truth is he did not just want to study me. He wanted more. He wanted to control. When Papa finally realized he could not control me, he tried to recreate me. He began a program. And soon, others were born." You looked at him.

"I-it's really you.. H-Henry."  Hesitantly placing a hand on his cheek, before smiling and tears coming your eyes. "I can't believe it's actually you.."

  Before you knew it his lips crashed down on to yours. Finally (almost) getting what he wanted was you. Before, either of you knew he was on top of you. You broke away for breathe looking deeply into each other's eyes before, you both leaned in once more. Wasting the rest of the night away reconnecting *wink wink*.

Few weeks later, you both had actually been able to keep your relationship a secret. You both had also been reconnecting more. You telling him everything that has happened during you're time apart. Him sneaking into your room when, everyone else is asleep or had gone home. And tonight was like no other, or so you thought.

"Henry, what happened?" Y/n asked dragging him, making him sit on your bed. While, unbuttoning his shirt knowing full well what happened.

"He doesn't like me getting close to Eleven." Henry replied. You sighed before getting up to get the bandages and saline. Turning back and starting to tend to his wounds.

"I don't mean to pry but, why have you been getting close to eleven?" You asked finishing, tending his last wound.

"I told you, that I was going to get us out of here." "And by using a five year old is away to do that?" You scolded. He grabbed your hand which forced you to look at him.

"I'm not using her.. she just going to help us."

"What about the other children?"

"It would be to dangerous."

"So why does eleven going to help us?"

"I have a chip in my neck.." he said taking your hand and placing it on to the back of his neck were an abnormally bump was. "Brenner calls it 'sortia' it's binds my abilities.. weakens me and tracks me.."

"Your going to have her take it out for you aren't you.." "Yes." You sighed pulling your hand away about to look away before he pulled you back.

"It's going to work. I'm doing this for us." Henry said, caressing your cheek. You hesitantly nodded.

A few days later, Henry's plan was about to be set in motion and you have that feeling.. the feeling the voices before the deaths but this one seemed different it seemed more harder for you to bare. After, Henry left your room that night, you couldn't sleep the voices becoming louder and louder it sound like a thousand people screaming all at once.

The next day, Henry told you to stay in your room. Brenner had let you have the day off from the lack of sleep you had the night before. The voices and the feeling didn't stop, the pressure became to much and you let out your blood curdling scream but this scream was different. When it was over you felt weak, you felt blood running down your faces and tasting the metallic of blood, Barley being able to breath, and spots began to blur your vision. The last thing you heard were people screaming a few feet away from your room and with that you were gone.

Brenner woke up to sirens blaring and blood streaming down his face, he made a call asking what was happening before hearing screaming. He looked around to see everyone dead. There eyes gone bones twisted.. he knew exactly who did this 001/Henry. Then he remembered you remembering what he read in the book he gave you.

'If more than a handful of people die, it could be hundreds or even thousands of people dying. The banshee will be put to rest, ears, eyes bleeding, as well as their mouth.'

He knew the past between you two and maybe you could stop him. He made his way as fast as he could to your room.

Once, Henry finished 002 he made sure eleven had made it out. Nice to know she did. Now he was on his way to you. Passing through all the dead bodies noticing one was missing Brenner. He got to your room as fast as lighting speed. Once he got their he saw you lying on the floor with blood surrounding you and Brenner.

"What did you do to her." Henry asked, as he lifted Brenner off the floor.

"0-001 please. I need to help her.." His grip tightened. "If I don't help her she will die!" Brenner yelled before his airway closed.

"What do you mean or she will die?" Henry asked loosening his powers on Brenner.

"It's what she is.. because of what you have done, it was to much.. she felt all of them.. everyone that you have murdered.. it said that 'If more than a handful of people die, it could be hundreds or even thousands of people dying. The banshee will be put to rest, ears, eyes bleeding, as well as their mouth.' If I don't help her. She will die." Brenner said swallowing his pride continuing. "And if you l-let me go, I will grant you and her freedom. They will never know it was you. And will think it was me. It's what I deserve for keeping you here and the others.."

  Henry looked at him for a moment before letting him drop and follow him with Y/n in his arms to the infirmary. Brenner tended to Y/n who was stable for the most part and before leaving Brenner pointed a gun to Henry's head and with a blink of an eye Brenner was gone. Henry sealed Brenner's fate with the flick of his head. Before, picking up Y/n and leaving this place far behind to start his life with you.

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Shadows of Affection

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slow burn Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 14: Slow Start

The Capitol news found short-lived relief by streaming footage of the plaza in front of the arena, where concession stands had been set up to sell drinks and sweets to citizens watching the Games on two massive screens flanking the entrance. With little happening inside the arena, most of the attention ended up on a pair of dogs whose owner had dressed them up as Lucy Gray and Jessup.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t understand why people were so obsessed with them—especially Lucy Gray. The girl wasn’t anything special. She was a glorified carnival clown who just happened to be good at singing.

Bored and having nothing else to do but monitor the Games—which weren’t progressing at all—you barely noticed the approach of one of the Gamemakers until they cleared their throat beside you. You turned to see a frazzled-looking assistant clutching a clipboard.

“Dr. Gaul is busy,” they said hastily. “She needs you to do a quick interview with Lucky Flickerman.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why me?”

The assistant gave a helpless shrug. “Because you’re available.”

You exhaled sharply. Of course. You had nothing better to do. Might as well entertain the masses. “Fine.”

A few minutes later, you were seated across from Lucky Flickerman, who looked a little too relieved to see you. He’d become visibly frazzled under the strain of keeping the coverage going despite the stagnant Games, and you figured he was desperate for any content to fill the gaps. The countdown began—three, two, one—and the camera’s red light blinked on. Lucky threw up his hands in bewilderment.

“So, what gives?” he exclaimed, forcing a smile. “What’s up with these slow Games?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Instead, you turned directly to the camera, ignoring his performative frustration.

“Some of you may be wondering about the slow start to the Games,” you said smoothly. “But let me remind you what a wild ride it’s been just getting here. Over a third of the tributes never even made it into the arena, and those who did weren’t exactly powerhouses. In terms of fatalities, we’re running neck and neck with last year.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Lucky admitted, still smiling, “but I think I speak for a lot of people when I say—where are the tributes this year? Usually, they’re easier to spot.”

You could almost feel a vein popping in your forehead. You inhaled through your nose, schooling your expression. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten about the recent bombings,” you said icily. “In previous years, the areas open to the tributes were largely restricted to the field and the stands. But last week’s attack opened up any number of cracks and crevices, providing easy access to the labyrinth of tunnels inside the arena walls. It’s a whole new game now—first finding another tribute, then luring them out of some very dark corners.”

Lucky’s smile faltered. “Oh.” He blinked, visibly processing the explanation before quickly rebounding. “So we might have seen the last of some tributes?”

“Don’t worry.” You smirked slightly. “When they get hungry, they’ll start poking their heads out.”

Lucky didn’t seem thrilled by the answer, but he pressed on. “That’s another game changer, isn’t it? With the audience providing food, these Games could last indefinitely.”

You arched a brow. “Indefinitely?” You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Maybe you can pull another magic trick to keep people interested.”

Lucky stiffened. He clearly didn’t appreciate the jab at his little gimmicks, but instead of acknowledging it, he forced out a chuckle. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he said, recovering. “We all want a good show, after all!”

The interview wrapped up shortly after, and as soon as the camera light clicked off, Lucky shot you a quick, dirty look before standing up.

You merely smirked back at him, entirely unbothered.

At 5 o’clock, Dean Highbottom dismissed the student body, but the remaining 13 mentors with tributes stayed behind, largely because the Communicuffs only worked through transmitters at the Academy or the Capitol News station itself. This also meant the Gamemakers including yourself had to stay as well, much to your annoyance. By 7 o’clock, a real dinner appeared for the so-called "talent." Your excitement and hunger quickly vanished as you looked at the pork chops and potatoes. The meat looked tasty and fresh, but all you could think about was Marcus’s corpse. The image of his lifeless body, left for the maggots, flashed through your mind, and your appetite disappeared entirely. Felix, however, had no problem digging into the food.

He shot you a curious glance between bites. “You okay? You’ve barely touched your food.”

You shrugged, stirring your potatoes with your fork. “Not that hungry.”

Felix leaned back in his chair, dramatically sighing. “You know, we had dinner plans tonight. Somewhere nice, just the two of us. No blood, no bombs, no corpse-inspired loss of appetite.” He gestured around the room. “And now look at us. Stuck here.”

You gave him a small smirk. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect the games to go on this long either. But surely, they’ll only last another day.”

Felix quirked an eyebrow. “You never know. Might stretch overnight.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “Doubt it.”

“Optimistic as always.” He flashed you a teasing grin before going back to his meal.

As Felix finished up, some activity in the arena pulled the mentors back to their seats, and you decided to stay with them, trusting that the other Gamemakers could handle things for a little while. The Gamemakers’ screens showed Circ, the District 3 boy, crawling out of a barricade near the entrance. He looked around before waving someone forward—a small, scruffy girl with dark, frizzy hair scrambled after him. Above them, Lamina, still napping on the beam, cracked one eye open to assess their threat level.

“No worries, my sweet Lamina,” Pup cooed at the screen. “Those two couldn’t climb a stepladder.”

Apparently, Lamina agreed, because all she did was shift into a more comfortable position.

Lucky Flickerman appeared in the corner of the screen, dabbing a napkin at his collar where a smudge of blueberry clung to his chin. “For those just tuning in, our District 3 tributes are finally on the move! That’s Circ—the boy who claims he can ignite things with his glasses—and, uh…” Lucky glanced off-screen for a cue card. “Test… Teslee from Three?”

“She’s being mentored by our own—” Lucky looked off-screen again, searching.

“That would be our own Urban Canville,” grumbled Urban from the first row. his parents were some sort of scientists—physicists, maybe. Urban was ill-tempered and universally resented for his perfect calculus scores. You, in particular, had a small rivalry with him, since last time you checked, he was just one point behind you in class rank.

“Honestly, could they get a professional?” you muttered under your breath.

“Unfortunately, we didn’t see Turban—uh Urban and, Teslee—at the interviews,” Lucky said quickly, clearly flustered. “Because she refused to speak to me.”

“Somehow immune to his charms,” quipped Festus from the back row, earning a round of laughter. Even you let out a small snicker.

“I’m sending Circ something now—no telling when I’ll see him again,” Io announced, working her Communicuff. You noticed Urban doing the same. You shot the Gamemakers a look that silently screamed, Don’t mess up the drones this time.

Circ and Teslee skirted around Marcus’s body, crouching down to examine the wrecked drones from earlier. Their hands moved delicately over the equipment, assessing the damage, probing over compartments most people wouldn’t have noticed. Circ pulled a rectangular object—you thought it was a battery—from one of them and gave Teslee a thumbs up. She reattached some wires, and the drone’s lights blinked to life. They grinned at each other.

“Oh my!” Lucky exclaimed. “Something exciting happening here?”

“It would be more exciting if they had the controllers,” Urban muttered, though he looked a little less irritated.

The two tributes were still examining the drones when two more flew in, dropping bread and water nearby—thankfully, without crashing this time. As Circ and Teslee gathered their gifts, a figure appeared deep in the arena. They consulted briefly before each grabbing a drone and scurrying back to the barricade.

The figure turned out to be Reaper, who ducked into a tunnel and emerged carrying someone in his arms. As the cameras focused in, you recognized Dill. She looked smaller, curled into the fetal position, her sun-dappled skin drenched in sweat. A wet cough brought a strand of bloody spittle from her mouth.

Felix leaned over. “I’m surprised she lasted the day.”

You hummed in response, feeling a pang of pity. She was already dying—a slow death by disease. Putting her in the Games was just adding salt to the wound.

Reaper stepped carefully around the debris from the bombing, carrying Dill to a sunny patch of ground and laying her on a charred piece of wood. She shivered despite the heat. He pointed up at the sun and murmured something, but she didn’t react.

“Isn’t he the one who promised to kill all the others?” Pup asked.

“Doesn’t look so tough to me,” Urban scoffed.

“She’s his district partner,” Listeria reminded them.

“She’s almost dead now. Tuberculosis, probably,” Urban added.

That quieted everyone down. A bad strain of TB still cropped up in the Capitol, barely managed as a chronic condition. In the districts, it was a death sentence.

Reaper paced restlessly for a moment, either eager to get back to hunting or unable to bear watching Dill suffer. Then, he gave her one last pat and turned toward the barricade.

“Shouldn’t you send him something, dummy?” Vipina asked Clemencia.

“What for? He didn’t kill her, he just carried her. I’m not going to reward him for that,” Clemencia shot back.

You, who had been avoiding Clemencia all day, decided you’d made the right choice. Something was off with her—maybe the snake venom had altered her brain.

“Well, I might as well use what little I have left—it’s hers,” Felix said, tapping at his cuff. Two bottles of water flew in by drone. Dill didn’t even seem to notice them.

A few minutes later, the boy from District 7—the juggler, Treech—sprinted out of a tunnel, his black hair flying behind him. Without breaking stride, he grabbed the water and disappeared into a crack in the wall.

“A last drink for her,” Felix mused.

“That’s good thinking,” Vipina said approvingly. “Saves me money. I don’t have much to work with.”

The sun sank toward the horizon, casting long, crimson shadows over the arena. High above, the carrion birds wheeled in slow, lazy circles, their dark silhouettes stark against the fading light. Below them, Dill’s frail body convulsed in the throes of a final, violent coughing fit. A gush of blood soaked through the front of her dress, staining the fabric in a macabre bloom. You swallowed hard, horror and revulsion twisting in your stomach as the life drained from her small, fragile frame.

Lucky Flickerman’s voice cut through the tension, his usual airy tone laced with the false solemnity of a showman. “And with that, our dear Dill, the girl from District 11, has succumbed to natural causes. A tragedy, no doubt—but that, my dear viewers, does mean the end of Felix Ravenstill’s tenure in these Games.” He brightened, clearly pleased by the segue. “Perhaps we can hear a few final words from our departing mentor?”

Someone pulled Felix out from Heavensbee Hall, and a camera zoomed in on him. He didn’t look particularly upset. If anything, he looked resigned. “Well, it isn’t a shock, really,” he said with a careless shrug. “The girl was on her last legs when she got here.”

“I think it’s enormously to your credit that you got her through the interview,” Lucky said sympathetically. “Many mentors didn’t even manage that.”

His words made you feel sick. A girl—a child, no older than twelve or thirteen—had just died. And not from the Games, not from a weapon or a trap or another tribute’s hand. She had died from an illness, something that had been festering long before she ever set foot in the arena. And Felix—Felix didn’t seem to care.

He’s his father’s son, you thought. The man who keeps the Hunger Games going. The man Felix idolizes and wishes to become.

You wondered if Lucky’s high praise had more to do with Felix’s bloodline than his mentorship. But you shook the thought away as the cameras cut back to the arena. The sky had darkened completely now, leaving only the faint silhouette of Laminia, still perched on her beam. Dean Highbottom dismissed everyone, advising mentors to bring a toothbrush and a change of clothes for the future.

One by one, the mentors approached Felix, shaking his hand and congratulating him on a job well done. Most of them meant it—today had bonded them in a way few outsiders would ever understand. When it was your turn, you hesitated, then finally stepped forward. “Congrats,” you said, though the word felt hollow in your mouth.

Felix grinned. “For what? Getting my tribute killed by tuberculosis?”

You rolled your eyes. “For making it through the day. Though, I guess that’s a pretty low bar.”

He chuckled, but his gaze softened. “You heading home?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna walk.”

Felix’s expression turned incredulous. “What? No. It’s late—it’s damn near nine o’clock. I’m not letting you walk home by yourself.”

You sighed. “Felix, I’ll be fine.”

“Just let me call you a driver,” he insisted. “Come on.”

You gave him a flat look. “Really, Felix?”

His jaw tightened, and for once, there was no humor in his voice. “Please.”

You exhaled. “No. Seriously. I’m walking home.”

He studied you for a long moment, then nodded reluctantly. “Alright. But call me as soon as you get home.”

“Fine.”

He hesitated, then leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Be safe.”

You gave him a small, almost reluctant smile before turning and heading out. He watched until you disappeared into the night, then climbed into his waiting car.

You had barely taken three steps when a voice rang out behind you. “Miss Royce! Miss Royce!”

You turned, frowning as a Gamemaker came running out of Heaven’s Hall, his face pale. “What’s going on?”

The arena was quiet. The tributes had all bedded down for the night. Nothing should be happening right now.

“It’s urgent,” the Gamemaker panted. “Dr. Gaul needs to speak with you immediately.”

Your stomach twisted, dread curling through you. “Why?”

“She didn’t say. Just that you need to come. Now.”

Something was wrong.

Without another word, you followed them to a waiting car. The drive to the lab was silent, save for the hum of the engine. No one explained anything. They didn’t seem to know, but their nervous glances and stiff postures told you everything you needed to—Dr. Gaul was angry. And that was never good.

When you arrived, you were ushered through the sterile halls, the scent of antiseptic burning your nose. The moment you stepped into the lab, you knew something was very, very wrong.

Dr. Gaul stood by a monitor, her expression thunderous. The moment her eyes landed on you, she barked, “You need to put a leash on your deluded, demented friend.”

You blinked. “What?”

Dr. Gaul’s hands slammed against the monitor, and the screen flickered. Your breath caught as the image became clear.

The arena. But—no.

A figure was inside. A figure who wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Sejanus,” you whispered. Your stomach plummeted.

“How did he even get in there?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why is he in there?”

Dr. Gaul’s face twisted in fury. “I’m working on finding the Peacekeeper he bribed to let him in. Once I do, I’ll remove their tongue myself.” Her voice dripped venom. “In the meantime, someone needs to get him out.”

You stared at her. “Send Peacekeepers. What do you expect me to do?”

Dr. Gaul leaned in, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, I expect you to go in there.”

A chill crawled up your spine. “You can’t be serious.”

“I will not have these rebels making a mockery of my Games,” she snapped. “If the districts see us lose control of the arena, it might as well be an invitation for revolution.”

You barely heard her. Your mind was racing. Sejanus—what was he thinking? And more than that… who else was in there with him?

Dr. Gaul’s voice yanked you back to the present. “I’ll freeze the feed for an hour. That’s all the time you’ll have.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The shock had rooted you to the floor.

Dr. Gaul’s eyes narrowed. “We don’t have time for this. Move.”

Your heart pounded. You couldn’t do this alone.

Your hands trembled violently as you reached for the nearest phone and dialed a number you had known all your life. You pressed it to your ear, but your grip was unsteady, slick with sweat.

“Hello?”

“Coryo,” you gasped, barely able to force the words out. “I need you. I need your help. Now.”

There was silence on the other end. Then, cautious, “What? Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Look at your screen,” you choked out, pacing in frantic, uneven strides. Your breath came in short, panicked bursts. “Please. Just—just look.”

You heard a shuffle, a pause, then a sharp inhale. “What the hell—”

“Meet me at the arena,” you rushed out. “Right now.”

“Y/n, slow down, tell me—”

“No, Coryo, we don’t have time for this!” you snapped, your voice shrill with fear. “Just get to the arena! Please!”

“Y/n—”

You slammed the phone down before he could say another word.

Time was running out.

I Look Like Her…

(Summary: you and Henry are 011 real parents. Henry not knowing but, 011 reminds him of you..)

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(Part 2 of Like her!) Part 1: Like Her

(Warnings: NOT Proofread, Subtle dark situations, bad writing! Typical Stranger Things themes., Think that’s it?)

‘I Look Like Her…’

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"Do I look Like her?" 011 asked, looking at Brenner.

Brenner paused trying to remember what you looked like. "Well yes. I suppose. Why do you ask?"

"He always talked about her and..." 011 paused her eyebrows furrowing sadly. Like yours did.. "That day w-when I set him free he said that I looked like her.."

....

"But then a woman that I had never seen before had showed up. It turned out Papa forced her to work here too. She was trapped just like I was..." Henry said, looking off sadly. 011 scared but confused.

"Papa had found out about us and took her away.. I never saw her again... but I knew.. know that Brenner-Papa killed her..." 011 looked wide eyed as scared but almost felt sorry for him..almost..

  Henry was now in front of her. His eyebrows furrowed sadly for a moment. "You look like her.."

...

Brenner sighed. Looking at her but before he could say anything the alarms of the lab started going off and sounds of gun shots echoed through the hallway. Similar to that day those 5 years ago.

Brenner grabbed 011's hand and pointed up to a ladder. "Go up you'll be safe.. it'll help you get free." He instructed.

011 stared at him for a moment before climbing the ladder and opening the door to freedom. She was starting to make a run for it. Until she heard gun shots around her. She paused for a moment realising that they were shooting at her.

She quickly started trying to redirect the bullets while trying to find the source to see a helicopter in the sky with two men. She used her freshly renewed powers to make the helicopter crash into part of the lab. 011 collapsed using energy that she hadn't used since 4th of July at the star court mall. Not knowing that somebody picked her up until she heard gun shots fired that brought her back to see papa fall as she was in his arms. A group of men in a circle surrounding them using more energy 011 surged her power making them fly back hendering them unconscious.

  011 went over to papa holding his hand in his final moments.

"I-I am sorry 011.." Brenner said in a shaky voice. Before pulling out a small envelope and handing it to her. "It h-has everything you need to know.."

  011 took it. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she was brought out of her thoughts hearing a vehicle she turned around ready to face them only to come face to face with her family. She me Will half giving him a big hug and taking Mike's hand and leaving to Hawkins after she had explained almost everything.

"What's that El? In the envelope?" Mike asked, curiosity getting the better of him and Will would be lying if he said he wasn't interested too.

"I-I'm not sure.." 011 replied.

  Before slowly opening the envelope to reveal multiple photographs, a note, and her actual birth certificate. Mikes and Will's eyes widened in shock at all of the stuff that was in the small envelope.

  Will picked up a photograph that had fallen his eye brows stitching in confusion.

  "Who's this? Do you recognise them?" He asked, giving el the picture. 011 took it looking at it in shock it was her parents...

...

"Come on Henry. Let's take a picture!" Y/n said, cheering quietly.

  Y/n had found the camera in one of the storage room that was full of film. She moved closer to Henry, while holding the camera out smiling.

  Henry looked at her smiling a real smile. Before putting his arm around her and smiling slightly.

...

  The old photograph worn now laid in their daughter's hand. 011 turned it over to see writing in the back.

'February. 25, 1970

The day I truly fell for you ~ n/n'

"I-it's... my real parents..." 011 said. Will and Mike looked at her in shock before she handed them photo.

  In the pile of photos 011 was going through one particularly caught 011s eye. It's has picture of just her... Y/n.. her mother. Mike and Will sat next to her looking at the photo.

...

"Look what I found." Henry said, pulling out the camera that they had found year prior to this one.

  They got caught with the camera and got it taken away as we as punished for having it or having had 'stole' it as one of the guards accused since he was missing a similar one.

"Where did you find it?" Y/n whispered, jumping up her eyes sparkling.

"In the storage closet again." Henry said, y/n reached out for it but he pulled it away. She gave him a confused look.

"Sit." Henry demanded. Her expression widened slightly as she sat down.

"Now look here.." He instructed towards the lens. She laughed slightly a small blush creeping on to her cheeks. She smiled softly as the flash went off.

...

"She looks just like you.. your mom.." Mike says, Will nodded his head in agreement. 011 looked at it noticing some features. Her doe like eyes, her smile, the little furrow in her brow.

  It was true.. she looked like her. She kept looking through the photos. 011s mind racing with a question lingering: Did her actual mom put this envelope together or was it just another file papa had kept?

— Time Jump —

  "You were different... like me.." 011 said,As she hung from the vines in his layer. Trying to get Henry's attention away from Max but it didn't work once she saw his long claw like hand go over Max's face.

"I know what happened to her!!" 011 yelled. "The lady you told me about... the one you said i looked like.."

  Henry froze stopping what he was doing as he slowly retracting his hand but keeping max in place unconscious. As he turned around to fully look at 011.

"After, papa found out about you two... theirs a reason why I look like her.." 011 said, her eyebrows furrowed tears spilling from her eyes at the thought.

   Henry looked confused before his eyes widened and his mask slipping in the slightest way as he realised what she was implying. The memories he hadn't thought of in the past 4 years all came back and his heart ached.

"N-not long a-after she had me. She got sick.. really sick.. papa tried to help her.. but i-it wasn't e-enough.." 011 said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Henry's mask quickly came back his face hardening.

"He may have not killed her but he took her and everything from me... including you.." Henry turned back to Max lifting up his hand.

"Would Y/n have wanted this? Would she have wanted you to do any of this?" 011 shouted, in pain and anger. Henry hesitated only slightly before his expression turned more dark.

"She's gone.. and has been for a long time." Henry spoke.

  Before, his claw like hand latched onto Max's face and that's when 011 realised you were the only light in his life. Now, no one not even his own daughter could help stop him from his own deranged ways.. even if 011 looked like her..

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So High School (Wally Clark x Reader)

(Summary Maddie Asks why you You and Wally are so close and well you explain)

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(A/n: I've recently finished watching School Spirits and I loved it and can’t wait for more seasons!! So I was inspired and might start writing for Wally Clark! Loosely Based on so high school)

(Warnings!: Mentions of school shooting, Mentions of death, typical School Spirit stuff, mentions of bullying & mental health, and fluff)

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"I'll see you later n/n. Be Careful." Wally said giving you a kiss on the cheek before going to help Charley with Maddies and Simon's? plan.

"Yep, I will. You be careful too. Now, Go help them." You said giving him a smile as he gave you a goofy smile back before taking off after the others.

You decided to go wonder off to your personal spot to read and try to get your mind off of everything that's going on and read. But she couldn't help her thoughts going back to when her and Wally were alive.

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Flashback

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“Hey!” Wally said running up to you putting his arms around your waist bending down to kiss you.

“Hey.” You hummed into the kiss. “How was practice?”

“It was fantastic the boys and I are definitely going to kick ass at the homecoming game! You’re coming right?” Wally said energetically.

“I have a lot of studying to do and I have work..” you said looking down at the ground.

“What? You mean you can’t come just this once?” Wally asked. “It’s a big game… I’m gonna need you there..”

You looked up at him seeing the deflation in his eyes. You knew he loved his mom but you also knew how much pressure she puts on him to win. You even knew that he did not want to be on the football team but did it so he wouldn’t let his mom down.. after his father left them he was all she had.

Y/n sighed. “I’ll try to make it.. but please either if I do come or don’t come you won’t push yourself to hard.” Wally’s eyes lit up as you mention you would at least try to make it.

He gave you another peck on the lips. “I promise.”

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“Hey, finished up early. I was wonder if I could g-“ “Go! You’ve done good work today go have fun.” Mrs. Jones said as she waved you off.

Just as you were about to leave the phone went off. “Y/n it’s for you. And who ever it is does not seem.. well.” Mrs. Jones said.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed before going over to the phone and taking it from her.

“Hello-“ “Y/n?” She heard what sounded like Jess.

“Jess? What’s wrong?” She asked worriedly.

“It’s Wally…” Jess said as another sob came out.

Y/n’s whole world stopped at the next words that left Jess. She dropped to the floor as her whole world collapsed around her. Letting out a broken yell as she crumpled into Mrs. Jones arms as she comforted her while she sobbed

As time went on all she could think about was him. Their first date:

“I-I know it’s not much but-“ “it’s perfect.. Wally.” You said blushing. As you sat on a picnic blanket on the football field.

“It’s actually pretty romantic besides the part of being in the football field.” You complemented. Wally smiled.

“I’ve never met someone like you or..” “liked someone like me?” You asked he blushed slightly embarrassed.

“Yeah..” Wally let out a slight laugh.

“Guess it was a good thing I was your tutor? Huh?” You joked, Wally laughed. “Very lucky.”

Their first kiss:

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked as Wally stopped throwing little pebbles at the window of your house. He dropped them and ran up to you.

“Look I’m sorry. I know I should’ve stopped them from bullying your friend. I.. I just..” Wally sighed running his hand through his hair. “And I’m sorry for what they said about you. I just don’t want them to hurt you.”

“Well that’s your choice!” You yelled at him.

“I keep putting myself out there and you keeping showing versions of a person that I don’t want to be with..” You said as the rain started to get heavier.

“Who are you Wally Clark? The real you?” You asked looking at him. He took a deep sigh Turing around to you.

“You want to know who I really am?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m Wally Clark! I’m the football player that never really wanted to be a football player in the first place but did it so my mom wouldn’t be disappointed in me. Who’s friends aren’t the best but they are my team mates which is like family to me. And I’m the guy that had fallen for you! You’re smart, nerdy, kind, pretty.. very pretty and hot especially standing out here in the rain..” Wally was right in front on you now. “Thats who I am.” He finished looking at you.

You looked back at him with a slightly pity/just felt bad for him look for his confession before smiling slightly and pulling in his shirt into a kiss he immediately kissed back as he put his arms around you.

Their first time…

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Your parents weren’t home had gone out with friends from their school days to catch up. Wally and you had gotten back from a date an hour ago and had been making out for about half of that in your bedroom.

You nodded. “I’m sure.”

Before bringing him back into a kiss.

~~~~~

"So You and Wally are close.. really close actually.." A voice said from behind you. Y/n jumped as she turned around to see Maddy behind her.

“Sorry.. i didn’t mean to scare you..” She said.

"Oh no don’t worry but to answer your question We were.. are?" You said as you patted the seat next to you. Maddy gladly excepted it.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked you confused.

"We dated or well... are dating." Maddy gave her a surprised look. "I know. A nerd like me dating a jock. Not very common." You said with light laugh.

"I just wasn't expecting that." Maddy said her eyebrows raised in amusement at the unlikely pair.

"What happened to you?" She asked cautiously. Y/n took a deep breath while putting her head against the wall.

"It was a few months after Wally's death... that was the only game I couldn't make.." You sighed remembering the call and funeral.

"It's not your fault.." Maddy said. Y/n sighed and nodded. "I know but it doesn't make the guilt feel lesser.. Anyway back to your question.."

"It was a few months after only a month? Or two til graduation. Somebody had brought a gun to the school. I was walking with my one friend Jess and then Bang! Next thing I know I wake up here.."

(Flashback)

  "Y/n hurry up we're going to be late!!" Jess said as they walked into the hall. Y/n next to her with books in hand.

"How was I supposed to know their'd be traffic? Also we still have 15 minu-"

*BANG*

"Y/N!!" Jess shouted.

~~~

  A few minutes later you woke up seeing a figure standing above you. Your breath hitched where you saw Wally.

"Hey! Hey it's okay.." Wally said holding the back of your head.

"H-how-" You asked. Wally looked at you with sad eyes "...you don't remember.."

  Then it hit you. You walking into the hall with Jess and then a *BANG* and pain then... peace.

"I-I'm d-dead.." you said in shock. Wally hugged her.

"I-I'm so sorry..." he said tears falling as he pulled you into an embrace.

~~~~

"Wally was right there next to me.." you explained. "He kept apologising. I could tell he didn't want me to be trapped here or well.. shot.."

"Wait you were one of the people that were killed in the school shooting in 1983?" Maddie asked shocked. You nodded. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"H-how are you so calm about it? You still had your whole life ahead of you and were about to graduate?" Maddie asked. You sighed.

"I knew the kid that did it.." her eyes widened. "He was scared. And angry... very angry. Nobody except me, Wally, and one or two others treated him fairly. H-he got bullied a lot and in particular circumstances you either go one way or the other. One that makes you angry and aggressive or you get suicidal and depressed." You explained.

"And I believe when it's your time.. it's your time.. like an invisible clock above you that's counting down your minutes.." You looked at Maddie whose eyes were wide in slight fear and shock. "Sorry.."

"You know a lot. Hell you could've been a therapist or something." She said, you laughed.

"I guess."

"Were you angry at first?" Maddie asked you then.

"No. When I woke up I saw the person that I felt lost without.. cheesy I know." You said.

"Believe it or not it's kinda... sweet.." she said.

“Um.. I’m sorry I asked about you and Wally and um your death it was probably ignorant of me.” Maddie said.

“Oh nonsense your fine. I don’t mind talking about it really.” You said smiling. Maddie smiled back.

“Hey! There you are! We have news!” Charley said as him and Wally come running up to the pair. Maddie got up.

“Great, let’s go see what you found.” Maddie said to Charley as she dragged him off.

Wally smiled at you as he sat down next to you. “I’m surprised. You never let anyone but me invade this spot.” Wally joked.

“She seemed like she needed a friend.” You replied, with a smile before giving him a kiss. Wally happily kissed back.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“I’m just.. happy that I’m still here with you..” you replied giving him a soft smile. His smile widened before kissing you again.

“I’m glad. I’m stuck with you here too.” He said wrapping his arms around you with your head leaning on his shoulder.

“Nerd..” He whispered. You gasped and gave him a playful slap on the chest and he laughed. “Jock.”