Chapter Seven is here!! From the recent poll, you all decided on Mondays for me to post. It's late in the evening for me, but here it is! Enjoy.
All my love!!
The Lion and the Lamb - Chapter 8 - Emssssssssss - Call of Duty [Archive of Our Own]
Hi, friends!
I know it's been a while since I've last posted, but I wanted to share that chapters five and six are posted. I've been busy and sick, so I had taken a little time to re-set and rest. Thank you all for your patience. I'm going to try to start posting on a weekly basis- so hopefully that will get me out of my writing slump.
With all my love!
Hi friends!
I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm in the last 2-300 pages of writing this fic! I've got a little over 37k words written, and I'm hoping in the next few weeks I'll be able to get out another 10-20k. Thank you all for the support! The link below is to chapter four.
With all my love!
The Lion and the Lamb - Chapter 5 - Emssssssssss - Call of Duty [Archive of Our Own]
Hi Friends!! I know I promised a new chapter on the 16th. Well, I partied a little too hard, and not only did I get a bit of a hangover, I also caught strep. So as I sit here, waiting to go back to work, here's a new chapter for you, along with the link to A03 incase you'd rather read it there.
Thank you all so much for your support and patience. I had no idea the month of May would be so busy for me. I love you all so much. xoxoxo
The Lion and the Lamb - Chapter 4 - Emssssssssss - Call of Duty [Archive of Our Own]
Alarm bells rang out throughout the base as something entered the atmosphere. A boom shook the building, making clouds of dust rain down. Everyone was on high alert and changing into gear- and the 141 were no exception. Price wanted them to be the first ones on the scene, in fact.
Ghost shoved people aside, securing his mask on his face as he thundered his way to the vehicles. Price was in the driver’s seat of one, Gaz in the other with Soap in the passenger seat. Ghost hopped in next to Price, and only was his ass in the seat did he bother to bend down to tie his boots.
“So much for a fuckin’ day off,” he growled. Normally, Price would have chuckled, but his lips were set in a firm, grim line.
“They don’t know what landed,” was his captain’s only response. The Lieutenant nodded in acknowledgment, silently listening.
“It’s not a bomb, thank god. But whatever it is, Simon, we need to be extremely careful. All we know is that it might have high levels of radiation coming off of it.”
“Radiation?” Ghost questioned, an eyebrow raising from underneath his balaclava. “What in the bloody hell can bring off strong levels of radiation? This isn’t fuckin’ Chernobyl.” Price shook his head, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “I don’t know. But we need to clear the area so we can have teams go in to see.” Ghost grunted in agreement.
Once the task force arrived on the scene and cleared the civilians out, Ghost got a peek of what they were looking at. In the center of a large city street with car alarms still blaring and streetlights flickering, was a crater four times the size of a car. Whatever hit, hit hard.
“Think it’s part of a space station?” Soap asked, trying to get a look. Ghost shook his head. “Can’t be.”
The group made their way over with precision after rescue teams had carted out any civilians that had been injured or needed to be evacuated. After being shouted some orders, Ghost and Soap nodded to each other, pointing their guns over the side of the crater before poking their heads over.
In the center of the crater, was a woman. Dark black hair, hyacinth robes, and fluffy wings. One was bent at an odd angle. There was golden liquid on her, some of it trickling down into the dirt. As it
seeped in, grass and flowers grew underneath the body, cushioning it gently.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” Ghost breathed.
“What is it?” Soap asked, trying to sniff the air to determine what it was. With the chaos going on, he couldn't identify the thing. “Some sort of harpy?”
Simon didn’t respond, only called Price over after he deemed the space all-clear.
Footsteps crunched on the loose concrete behind them. Price. He looked over the side of the crater and let out a low whistle. His hands braced on the sides of his vest, rolling his neck to the side.
“Hells bells,” he murmured. “An angel.”
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The girl made of stars woke with a searing pain in her left side, a pounding headache, a throbbing wing, something sharp digging into her hand- an IV- and the constant beep of a machine that she wanted to rip out of the wall. She groaned, trying to open her eyes. She had no clue what day, time, or even month it was. All she remembered was the demon attack, and a cool rush of air before everything went dark.
Slowly, her eyes opened and adjusted to the light. Her fingers twitched, curling into a small fist as she gripped the scratchy bedsheets underneath her. The lights were nearly blinding, but blinked until her eyes were clear. The room was odd, with many objects that she could only guess was metal, attached to the walls. Cabinets, a sink, a chair- those she knew, along with the uncomfortable bed she was in. Why were there bars on the side of the bed? Why was there an object digging into her hand? What was the beeping about?
There was a noise- a man clearing his throat. It had caused her to snap out of her stupor. The girl made of stars looked at the four men that crowded her hospital bed. One had wings like hers on his back, the other had dog ears, one had some sort of children’s mask on, and the other seemed to be a dragon. And every single one was either scowling or giving her a confused look. Apparently, as her body had adjusted to Earth’s atmosphere, the radiation that was coming off of her diminished to nothing. A phenomenon, the doctors had said with bright smiles when they were poking and prodding at the thing. Was this how they always greeted visitors coming to Earth? Maybe she was ignorant to be so fond of mortals…
“Morning,” the dragon-man said, arms crossed. “Care to tell us who you are and what the bloody hell you’re doing here?” He didn’t want to be rude, but with her just falling out of the sky… he had to make sure she wasn’t a part of enemy forces.
The girl made of stars sat up, wincing in pain. Everything seemed to be too loud, too bright, too much. She swallowed; her throat as dry as the deserts she had only seen from miles above.
“M-my name,” she rasped. A glass of water appeared in her hands a moment later from the werewolf, who gave her a small smile. After deeming it wasn't poison- one could never be too careful- she gulped it greedily, water running down her chin. Wiping it off on the back of her hand, she looked at the bearded dragon-man.
“My name is Lo-Ruhamah Elisheva, daughter of Mary of Nazareth. I am a Princedom- and angel- of the Lord, and protector of Earth.”
Simon rolled his eyes. What bullshit. The angel’s chin lifted, as if proud. There was no way this… thing… could be from a different realm, different galaxy, different planet. It just wasn’t possible. Not to him, anyways. Price let out a grunt as he thought, studying her.
“I see. How did you end up here, on our planet?”
The angel swallowed, a sigh exhaling through her nose. “My friend- Orifiel- and I were attacked,” she replied, that confidence and pride ebbing away. “We were just finishing up patrol, and decided to take another lap past Earth. A small group of them attacked us- we didn’t even have time to sense their presence. I- I think he got away… but my pride may have killed him.” Normally, she would never speak the truth to such strangers. But the dragon man seemed kind enough, and she knew in her heart that he wasn’t evil.
Price sighed. He and the whole group knew that they wouldn't know what to do with an interdimensional war, not with something as evil as demons. Russians and drug lords? Yes. Whatever she dealt with? Hell. No. With just a little bit of prodding, the angel went into a full description of what had happened.
Price ran a hand down his face.
“Well, how do we get you back to where you need to go?” He asked, weighing his options carefully. The angel thought, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Well… I am clearly injured,” she replied, wincing as she felt a shoot of pain up her wing. “I need time to heal first. Give me a few weeks, and I should be out of your realm. If it’s not too much trouble, of course. I will stay out of the way.”
A growl escaped from Ghost. He didn’t like this- not one bit. He opened his mouth to argue, but Price had already given the girl his nod of approval.
“You will be under constant observation,” he said. Not negotiating.
“Very well,” she agreed, head inclining to the side ever so slightly. "After all, you've never dealt with something like me before." Every single one of their eyes narrowed, some of them smirking a little. A challenge.
"I like you," Soap said, tail swishing behind him lazily. "You're going to be fun to handle."
I figured since It's the week of my birthday, I figured to give you guys a little treat.
Today- of course- and on Thursday, the 16th. Below is the link to the new chapter if anyone prefers to read it on Ao3.
With all my love!
The Lion and the Lamb - Chapter 3 - Emssssssssss - Call of Duty [Archive of Our Own]
The girl made of stars gazed up at the round, pregnant moon. Her black hair fell in waves down her back, the robes she donned the color of freshly bloomed hyacinth.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She whispered to the boy made of the sun. His corn-yellow hair glinting in the moonlight. He leaned back on his elbows, white tunic scrunching up slightly.
“I suppose,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t really understand why you like it so much, though. It’s… cold.” The girl made of stars shook her head, looking to the boy.
“It's beautiful. I don’t think you’d notice beauty if it was two inches from your face.” The boy laughed, a bright and boisterous sound. He shook his head, laying fully back against the light surface of the asteroid they were on. His lanky arms stretched back, fingers reaching for the space behind him. The girl’s wings ruffled.
“I would,” he countered. “I just haven’t found something of beauty yet.”
The girl made of stars scoffed. Her knees curled to her chest, and she looked over at the boy.
“How, in all of the years you’ve been here, have you not found something beautiful yet? We have the whole cosmos to explore… and yet nothing?”
The boy made of the sun shrugged, his freckled shoulders rising and falling easily as if he had done it thousands of times. And in all the eons he existed, it had done it millions of times.
“I’ve found beautiful things, I just don’t understand why the moon- some random space rock- could be beautiful. Especially Earth’s moon. It has all of those holes in it.”
The girl made of stars sighed, shaking her head.
“It is not holes. They are craters, from protecting earth from asteroids such as this one. She is like us, in a way. Protector of innocents.”
The boy made of the sun rolled his golden eyes.
“Whatever,” he grumbled. “I think the sun is more beautiful. It is warm, and keeps the little beings alive. Without the sun, there would be no moon.”
The girl made of stars smiled at her friend. “Touche,” she chuckled. The boy made of stars grinned, and stood, stretching his arms to the heavens. His bones popped loudly. Once his arms were down at his sides, he offered a hand to the girl.
“Come,” he said as she grabbed his hand, pulling herself up. “We’ve still got two more galaxies to patrol. We can see Earth again later.” The girl made of stars sighed, but let her wings stretch out in preparation for flight.
“Very well,” she replied, letting go of the boy’s hand. The boy made of the sun smiled, and shot off into the sky. The girl made of stars followed suit easily, soaring through the cosmos with him. Their wings pushed them faster, harder, wind whistling in their ears. They dove and weaved in and out of asteroid belts, around planets that grumbled and groaned as they shot past. Their fingertips skimmed pools of starlight, splashing one another with a laugh.
They zipped through the other galaxies they were supposed to oversee before heading back to the Milky Way. Past constellations and meteors, giving the appearance of shooting stars to the naked eye down on earth, thousands of miles below.
As the girl and the boy paused to catch their breath on a star, they smiled at each other. The girl opened her mouth, but before any words could come out, she was tackled and falling off the star. The boy made of stars lunged for her, but leathery wings flapped in his face as a demon tried to take a tasty bite from his neck.
The second demon snarled at her, grabbing at ripping at her robes. The girl made of stars let out a scream, but managed to wrestle an arm free from its leathery grip. She unsheathed her sword- Kavod- but another screech sounded from behind her. Another demon- larger and faster and stronger- leeched onto her back. Her wings flapped wildly, and she twisted, legs kicking out hard. It hit something, causing the demon to screech at an ear-piercing level.
The girl winced away, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt blood trickle from her ear- a busted eardrum, most likely.
She sliced with her sword, one demon’s head rolling off of its shoulders in a spurt of vile black blood. The larger one screeched, and bit into her shoulder. The girl made of stars cried out, and her world started to fade from existence.
The boy sliced and stabbed his way out of his attackers, but seeing the girl go limp… he let out a roar, charging for the demon. The boy sliced its head, and dove for her. But it was too late. The demon had let go, and the girl went hurtling towards earth, too fast for even his wings to carry him. The only thing he was able to grab from her was Kavod. He let out a scream, reaching out for her even now, but she was gone.
I’ve been doing some writing when I can (currently at 32.8~k words tonight). I won’t be updating regularly to Tumblr or Ao3 for a while since I’ve decided to post on a regular schedule once my piece is done.
Fingers crossed for soon!
I am VERY excited to share a small snippet of chapter 23, which is below the cut!
Thank you all so much for the love and support on the prologue of my story!!
The first chapter is posted on my Ao3, so I thought I’d post it here too to get a bit of traction :)
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Simon was used to the dark. He embraced it, the familiar shadows that seemed to follow him wherever he went. And that was how he found himself on the roof of the barracks, a cigarette balanced delicately between his gloved fingers. The base was quiet, most of its attendants sleeping save for the measly patrols that didn’t give two shits about anything. To be fair, it was almost three in the morning. Simon knew if he was on night shift he wouldn’t care either- because he had been on night shift for a long, long time before being promoted.
It was fucking freezing outside, but that didn’t stop the wraith. He took in a long drag, watching the moon and the twinkling stars. Maybe the cigarette smoke would finally kill him, he thought. He always figured suffocation or lung cancer would be a painful death but drowning, he heard, was something more peaceful. Maybe it was the same? His thumb fingers the small round cog on the lighter, making lame sparks which, besides the glowing red tip of his cigarette, was the only light up on the roof.
The smoke blew out in a white puff from his mouth and nose, the wind dissolving it as soon as it exited him. His blond hair ruffled, and Simon tugged his hood on, drawing the hoodie strings just a little tighter. He knew he looked like a proper idiot, but fuck it, his ears were cold and he was all alone.
As he gazed back out, wondering what might have been all the way out at the end of the universe- if there was an end- a shooting star arced across the vast night sky. Simon had half of a mind to make a wish. But, wishes were for children, he decided, and his childhood had ended at the ripe age of eight.
Taking another puff, he reached the end of his cigarette, and stubbed it out on the concrete ledge in front of him. It went out easily, a small hiss escaping the cancer stick. Another shooting star appeared, and he rolled his eyes.
“Must be a fuckin’ meteor shower or something,” he grumbled. “Stupid fucking stars.” He turned on his heel, pushing the roof access door open. He silently slunk down the stairs, keeping to the shadows. His safe places.
He got back to his room in the barracks after sneaking around empty, eerie hallways that were lit with blinding fluorescents where even he couldn’t find a hiding spot.
His room was decorated painfully plain, with only a pair of black curtains hanging above the only window in the small space. Simon locked the door and kicked off his combat boots, sighing with delight. He pulled his socks off, and tossed them in the direction of his closet- he would pick them up in the morning.
Simon made his way to the en suite bathroom he had- the perks of being a Lieutenant- and turned the shower on to scalding hot. Once steam started to billow out of the showerhead only when he stripped, not bothering to inspect himself in the mirror.
He knew what he looked like, and he frankly didn’t care.
Simon groaned as the hot water washes over his sore muscles, head tilting back to embrace the warmth.
He stood there for a few minutes, letting himself slowly relax under the water. And in those moments, the world faded away to nothing.
It was him, in perfect solitude. No missions, no expectations, and no rookies to train. No fighting, no war, no guns. No monsters, or hybrids, or humans. No angels, or anything else he didn’t understand. Just him and his thoughts, and the occasional tune he would hum quietly.
Simon washed his hair, and his body, washed and shaved his face, and sat in peace and quiet for a little longer until the water started to run cold.
And once it did, he shut the water off and stepped out onto the bath rug that had his feet imprinted on it from using it so many times.
He took the towel and dried his hair off first. Then, his body. Once he was done he wrapped the towel around his waist and took two quick steps to the vanity. He took a baby wipe- he couldn't stand thinking of buying himself makeup wipes- and removed the rest of the eye black that his face wash had missed.
He brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through his hair in a lame attempt to tame it, before rinsing his mouth out with mouthwash. After he spit, he went out to his room to dress for bed: only underwear and basketball shorts for him. Simon threw his towel back into the bathroom; it could be used for another time or two before he would need to wash it.
He collapsed into bed with a sigh and his bed creaked loudly, plugged his phone in and double-checked to make sure his alarm was set for the next day.
He laid on his back, eyes closed as he tried to fall asleep. But the moon seemed to race past in the night sky, and before he knew it, the sun had come up.
Simon turned his alarm off before it even had the chance to go off. Groaning, he got out of bed, and stumbled into his bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair. He dressed, and went to one of the rec rooms to grab a cup of tea. His teammates were waiting for him. Gaz, the harpy-shifter, Soap, the werewolf, and Price, the dragon-shifter.
“Morning,” Price said, clearing his throat as he sipped his coffee. Ghost merely gave him a grunt in acknowledgement, going to the sink so he could put water in the kettle to boil. Grabbing a mug, Simon plunked a tea bag into it, and waited. God, he hated mornings. Everything was too bright, too sunny, too… cheerful. He watched as his teammates conversed, chuckling as they talked about the events of yesterday, and what the day might bring.
Simon poured the now boiling water into his mug, watching as the small plastic-y bag turned the water brown with its contents.
For a split second, he wished he was normal like them.
Dunking his bag in the water a few more times, he blew on the scalding hot water, and took a small sip. He snapped himself back into reality knowing that never, at least not in his lifetime, that he would ever be considered normal. Accepting it, he leaned back against the counter and joined the conversation- only adding bits and pieces here and there- about what training they were going to do with the new recruits.
Hi, friends!
I'm a pretty new content creator here, even though I've been on Tumblr for a little over a year now. I've got some ideas rattling around in my brain, and I just wanted to share a little piece from a fanfic I'm writing that's going to be published on AO3 as soon as I've completed it! I'm on 16k words (out of how many? who knows I'm just getting started) so far, and I absolutely cannot wait to share! Without further ado, the prologue.
With all my love,
Em
Once upon a time, there was a girl made of stars. She lived off of moonlight and honey, drinking the nectar as much or as little as she liked. And she coasted off of those stars, with wings softer than silk and lighter than air. For she loved the stars- the dust that was in her very bones.
Every star was different. Some shimmered and sparkled, others were angry red things that could burn her fingertips. Her favorite, though, were the ones that twinkled and winked in and out of existence. Those stars were her haven- away from the paradise she called home. The girl went to the stars whenever she could, away from lessons that covered the whole span of the universe. From the dawn of creation, to when the seers will tell when each star, planet, and creature will die out.
Upon reaching her 28th year- in mortal terms- she was bestowed a glorious sword made of heavenly fire. The flames upon the blade did not burn the girl, for she was partly made of the same fire herself. Fire and stardust. Life and death.
The flames licked at her skin and danced when she smiled.
The girl made of life and death was thrust into a battle with no training. The sword was her best friend and kept her safe- for she was lonely. For eons, she waged wars and fought battles, and named the sword Kavod, for she bestowed holy righteousness upon her enemies.
The girl was sent to earth, back and forth, for millennia, protecting the little mortals that her Lord cared about so much from unholy entities. However, when she flew down to earth in robes made of hyacinth and fire, with trumpets and pipers playing their tune, she grew fond of one. Too fond.
The girl made of the stars fell in love.
She had gone to bed with the man she loved, pouring her heart and soul into loving him. By a jealous God, she was whisked away back home. When she returned, with streets paved with gold and gates made of sparkling diamonds and pearls, she was outcast. Down and out to earth to live a mortal life, for falling in love with mortals was forbidden where she came from. And every night that she was on earth, she looked to the stars to make a wish upon each one. A wish to live her human life to the fullest, to keep her love, to fight glorious battles like she once did when she was young. To stretch her wings again and to fly to the stars, and to drink the nectar one last time. But the girl made of stars was no more.
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