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Our Girl From Space

Author’s Note: Hi everyone!Thanks for checking out my new story! I hope you all will enjoy my story. I've fallen for Stucky hard and just had to write a story for them. This will probably be a shorter story but we'll see how it goes. This is also my first ploy fic so that's exciting! I hope I do it right. I'll do my best to update every two weeks, either Monday or Tuesday, as real life allows. I am an amateur writer so there will be mistakes in my work, you are welcome to point them out to me, if you'd like. There will be smut in later chapters, at that point I'll move the rating up. 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these awesome Marvel characters. This story is just for fun. 

Thanks again for checking out my story! See you next time! ~Emmy C.

Trigger: loss of family member

Prologue 

The wind blew softly against the long grass, rocking it sweetly like a newborn. Rolls of laughter bounced off the grass and danced throughout the air. Music played softly through the radio that rested on a red, green and white stripped blanket. A basket with half eaten sandwiches and lemonade remained open as the owner played nearby.

Their hands were clasped together as the small family of three spun happily in a circle. The mother wore a yellow sun dress with small pink flower buds. The two kids she was with worse clothing similar to hers. Happy like spring, she told them before they left that morning on a surprise picnic.

“Ring around the rosies….” Their voices sang together as they less-than-gracefully walked in a circle before falling on the ground. Laughter erupted into the air as the young mother, Meredith Quill, began to tickle her children. Their giggles and shrieks of laughter drowned out the radio before the tickle war faded into relaxing background.

“More mommy! More!” (Y/N) giggled out as she stumbled to stand up. Her hands reached for her mother’s and brother’s. Her eyes were crystal clear and wide with anticipation.

“More?” Meredith laughed at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “What do you say Peter? Should we do it one more time?”

“But mom this game is for babies.” Peter whined slightly, though he took their hands again. He’d never admit he was having fun playing a “baby” game.

“I’m not a baby!” (Y/N) glared at her older brother who merely glared back. She stuck her tongue out at him. Peter returned the gesture but a moment later smiled and winked at her. (Y/N) let out a gleeful laugh before she latched onto her brother’s hand. “Please Peter?” she begged, her eyes wide and lips pouted in her best puppy-dog face. Peter laughed and curled his fingers around her hand.

“Ok, (Y/N).” he nodded before he reached out to grab their mother’s hand. They were half way through ring-around-the-rosies when Meredith’s world began to spin. She blinked a few times as she tried to regain focus while still attempted to play the game with her children. Suddenly she let go of both of their hands.

“You two keep playing.” She grinned, “I just need to a get a drink.” Not noticing their mother’s condition, the children continued to play until they crashed themselves to the ground and another roar of laughter echoed through the air.

Meredith was almost to the blanket when her spinning head took over and she felt herself falling onto her knees to stable herself.

“Mom?” She heard her young boy’s call. She raised her hand to motion him to continue to play but ended up bringing it to her mouth as a coughing fit began.

“Mom?” Peter screamed as he raced towards the golden haired woman. Following like a shadow was little (Y/N), worry written in both their eyes.

“It’s ok,” Meredith Quill smiled softly at her son before she another coughing fit started. “Its..(cough)….it’s ok Peter.” A stream of endless coughs seemed to pour from her lips as she tried to gently reassure her children that everything was alright.

(Y/N)’s (e/c) eyes shifted between her brother and mother. She didn’t understand what was going on, was mommy sick? Peter, however, had a better idea that something was wrong. He didn’t just what it was yet, but he knew something was.

It had all started with small headaches that would come and go from time to time. There wasn’t anything usual about it, nothing that raised any alerts. That what Meredith originally thought. Now, however, she knew…she knew the truth and it broke her heart. The tumor, the cancer was growing more rapidly than she ever thought it could. She didn’t want to leave…she didn’t want to leave them. Peter and (Y/N) were still children. She wanted to watch them grow up, graduate high school, maybe even college, then get married and surround her with little grandbabies. That wasn’t to be her life though and she knew it.

Once the coughing fit finished, Peter handed his mother bottle of water that had been resting on the red and green picnic blanket. With a warm and knowing smile, Meredith thanked her son before accepting the water.

“Mom?” Peter questioned, fear present in those wide blue eyes as he held on tightly to (Y/N)’s smaller hand. The golden haired woman glanced at her children before she extended her arms out to them. A moment later, the small family was in a cuddle ball on the blanket.

The children listened as their mother softly sang to them. Meredith held Peter and (Y/N) close, knowing that these moment would soon pass. The sun was setting much like her life. Her strength was weakening, her health, failing. How was she to tell them?

“Peter, (Y/N).” Meredith softly hummed, looking down at the two small bodies cuddled into hers. They both glanced up, serene smiles on their faces. “I want you two to do something for me. Are you up for the challenge?” Immediately the two kids were wide-eyed and paying attention. Her arms tightened around them slightly before she continued. “I want you two to take each other’s hand.”

Peter and (Y/N) quickly made disgusted faces before the whining began.

“I don’t want to hold her hand.” Peter cried, “she’s a girl.”

“Mom….Peter’s a boy….boys are gross.” (Y/N) rationalized as well as she could. Meredith let out a gleeful laugh, oh how she loved these two.

“Just do it or we won’t go get ice cream when we get back to town.” Meredith threatened, though the light never left her eyes.

“Ok.” “Fine.” Their whines unified in the air before they held hands and began pulling faces at each other. Meredith couldn’t stop smiling as another chuckle left her lips. Her hand softly closed on top of theirs.

“If there ever comes a time, when I’m not here to take care of you. I want you two to promise me to stay together.” Meredith began, her voice began to tremble slightly as she thought of the life her kids would have to face without her. “Promise me that no matter what happens you are there for each other, that you will always protect one another and that…you will never let go.”

~~~~~

Peter’s eyes snapped open. Pearls of sweat covered his body, he could feel it trickling down him as his breath was heavy and somewhat forced. He sat up, his fist clenching the blankets that covered him before he threw them aside. His heart felt like it was running up a mountain, rapid and fiercely.

It wasn’t the first time he had dreams about his mother and sister. He often did and he found comfort in them. This time was different though. He never dreamed about the picnic his mother took he and (Y/N) on before she entered the hospital. The timing was horrible with (Y/N) leaving and everything.

‘Why?’ His thoughts raced past him in hyper speed. ‘Why am I dreaming of that now?’ Peter shook his head as he stood from the bed and made his way over to the bathroom that was attached to his room. Cold, harsh water splashed against his face as he attempted to free himself from the ghosts that had plagued his rest.

Once he had settled his thoughts, Peter left the darkness of his room and walked quietly down the hall. He paused a door and didn’t bother to knock when he finally opened it and entered the room. It was bare and lifeless, exactly how (Y/N) left it when she decided to return to Yondu and his crew.

It was a decision that left Peter perplexed and puzzled. It was the first time since they entered space that the two of them were separated for along period of time. He glanced at the empty bed before he sat down on it.

Memories of his and (Y/N)’s adventures before the guardians were formed, swirled around in his mind. They did everything together. They accomplished missions together, did dance offs together, fought over who go to use the bathroom first in the morning, together. Something had changed though and he couldn’t tell what. It happened around the time the guardians formed their group. At first nothing seemed different…then as time passed Peter noticed the light in his sister’s eyes lessened. Something happened and he had no idea what.

“Damnit (Y/N)!” Peter cursed as he kicked the air. “We’re supposed to do this together.”

“Everything ok?” Peter heard a familiar voice asked. He glanced up and saw Gamora standing at the door, watching him.

“Fine.” He muttered as the female made her way towards him. “Just worried about (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) is with Yondu on his ship.” Gamora reassured, the terran man before sitting next to him on (Y/N)’s previously vacant bed. “She’s well and safe.”

“I know…I just…” Peter let out a sigh. Everything had changed and not for the better. “Why did she shut me out? I know something happened to her on that ship. Why won’t she tell me?” Silence filled the air as Gamora thought how to best answer him. 

“I don’t know.” The green, bad ass beauty replied slightly shaking her head.

Since the mission with Ronan, Gamora had spent a lot of time with the Quill siblings. Never before had she met two bigger goofballs that loved to sing and dance. They were always happy to see each other even if they teased otherwise. They were close, they had a strong bond that developed with siblings had no one to rely on but one another. In a way, Gamora envied that about their relationship. She had no such bond with any of her adoptive siblings. “Give her time. (Y/N) loves you. You’re her older brother, she’ll come around.”

“If she doesn’t?” Peter questioned before he buried his hands in the pads of his hands. He loved Gamora and the other guardians greatly. They had fun with their adventures and spreading peace throughout the galaxy. Why didn’t (Y/N) want to be apart of that anymore? Did he do something? Or were his suspicions correct? Did something happen to her on that ship?

Suddenly Peter felt a soft, warm hand on his shoulder. He glanced over to his girlfriend and tried to copy her smile.

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“You sure this is what ya want, Stardust?” a tall blue man questioned as you both looked down to the ground below. His ship floated in the air, waiting for your departure. You turned and offered him a reassuring smile, one that mimicked your mother’s that day in the field. “Don’t think I like the idea of ya wandering around by yourself down there. Don’t want ya getting hurt.”

“I’ll be fine, dad.” You replied with a smirk. This corners of Yondu’s lips turned up before he wrapped you up in his big, strong arms. Relaxed, you rested your head against his chest and your arms enveloped around his larger frame. You had a different relationship to Yondu than your brother did. Yondu was harder on your brother but a soft spot had always been there for the little terran girl he raised. “I was born here. I just want to see what life is like back on earth.”

“Just ‘cause ya was born ‘here don’t mean ya belong ‘here.” Yondu crossed his arms, concern rested in his eyes. He didn’t like this. You knew he wouldn’t, you knew Peter wouldn’t. That’s why you didn’t tell your brother of your plan. That and you didn't feel strong enough to face him yet.

Truth was you hadn’t told your brother anything…not since that night. You needed time, you needed peace and quiet away from everything you knew. You just couldn’t get that in outer space. Not on a spacecraft that carried your brother or one that held a band of merry ravengers. You were curious to see what the world you left behind all those years ago was like and you needed to heal.

“I know.” You nodded, “I just….”

“Hey, ya don’t have ta talk about it, if ya don’t want.” Yondu placed his hand on your shoulder in comfort. His red eyes held a soft understanding to them. “I understand why ya came to this decision….just wish ya could find the solace you need with me or your brother close by. Ya don’t even know anyone on Terra ‘nymore.”

“Maybe that’s the reason why I feel the need to be here.” You muttered as you looked to the earth. It was your home once. You rarely thought of it in the past. Now it seemed to be all you could think of it. “Maybe what I need, is a fresh start where no one knows me.”

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The False Orc Prologue

Summery: All her life, the reader was raised by Dorghu as if she were his own daughter. It was strange in that she was human and he an orc. Still, that never dampened their father-daughter bond. Now that she's grown, she enters the LAPD as a spy for her father and his gang. She is a Fogtooth, through and through. No one can change that or take that away from her...except maybe Officer Nick Jakoby and his partner Ward. Eventual Nick Jakoby / Reader

Fandom: Bright

Pairing: Eventual Nick Jakoby/Reader, FatherDorghu/HumanDaughterReader

Authors note: Hi everyone!Thank you for checking out my new story! I've been dying to write one with Dorghu with an adopted human daughter. I hope you all will like it. I update every two weeks, sooner if real life allows. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism, comments, kudos or anything else that tickles your fancy. Thanks again for checking out my story! Take care and see you in two weeks!-Emmy C.

Loud rock music assaulted the air, its vibrations could be felt by all in attendance at the monthly Fogteeth party. Dorghu’s striking eyes glanced over the merriment of sin before him. Pride swelled in his heart at the community he had built for his kind and those who would accept them. His head bobbed slightly to the tune that threatened to deafen his ears. He remained gleeful until a younger orc reached.

He greeted his son, Mikey, with a hug and gladly welcomed him to the party. There was much to celebrate. However, that all changed when the young orc whispered something in Dorghu’s ears. They twitched slightly before he followed the worried young orc out of the party and into the darkened streets.

Moments later they arrived at the apartment complex they lived in. Dorghu listened intently as his son described the scene he was about to walk in on. The more he heard the more concerned he became, what his son was describing sounded nothing like the girl he had raised.

“She’s sitting on the couch just staring and crying. It’s so weird…so out of character for her.” Mikey told his father, “Dad, she hasn’t been eating since that night. Something’s…wrong but I don’t know what.”

“It’s alright son,” Dorghu placed a comforting hand on his son’s shoulders as they reached their apartment door. “I’m here now. Go back to the party and relax. I’ll take care of your sister.” Mikey paused, he wanted to help (Y/N). After a nudge and a nod from his father he walked away.

Dorghu sighed as he watched the boy go. His lemon colored eyes turned back to the door and with a twist of the knob, he entered the apartment. Sure enough, (Y/N) sat on the dark-colored couch staring into the nothingness of the painted wall in front of her. The small human girl didn’t look up at him, though he knew she must have heard him. A blank, solemn looked rested on her face and as he inhaled the room, he scented doubt and…self-loathing? What had gotten into her?

“(Y/N),” he husky voice called. The (h/c) girl blinked a few times before her gaze turned to meet his. Her eyes were full of anguish. What the hell was going on? She was always so spirited. “Mikey told me you weren’t acting like yourself. Care to tell me what’s going on?” She continued to stare up at the gigantic orc she before she turned away from him like she was ashamed.

“Why..?” her voice quivered slightly before she looked back up to him. “Why did you take me in that day? Why would you raise a human child as your own?” Dorghu’s eyes widened, this was what was bothering her? The hell? She should know why? He loved her like she was his own flesh and blood. She had never questioned him before now.

Had his (Y/N) really asked him that? Dorghu’s large, muscular frame towered over her as he made his way to the couch. Even as he sat next to her, his body hovered over hers. His arm lifted and wrapped, protectively around her. Her eyes pierced into his almost like she was pleading for answers. A sigh left his lips. She needed to know. He was her father and she needed his reassurance that no matter what, blood or not, he would always be her daddy and he would always be there for her.

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Dorghu’s sunflower eyes stared blankly at you. His surprise at your question was evident. Those eyes that you knew so well bore into yours. The tears that had trickled down your face earlier were now a dried up stream on your cheeks. Nervously you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, had you asked something you shouldn’t have? The silence continued and you looked away from him.

“Dad?” You questioned, hesitant and unsure with his silence. A few moments later he offered you one of few soft smiles. His fingers interlaced with you hair as he had done when you were a child. You remembered how you used to snuggle into his side whenever you were sad or afraid. Even know you burrowed into his side, wanting the comfort only a father could give.

“(Y/N), before I answer your question, tell me. Why do you ask?” Dorghu asked, gently. It was almost comical how gentle he could be when he was the leader of a gang. His voice was laced with concern as he tried to get you to open up to him a bit more.

“Just something you said to Officer Jakoby the night of the wand incident. It just made me think…” Your voice trailed off as you looked into his sun-colored eyes, “I’m sorry this is stupid.” You looked away, ashamed you had even brought this up. What the hell was wrong with you? You knew he loved you, that he considered his child. What was this doubt that had sprouted inside you?

“Something I said?” Dorghu questioned, now more confused than ever. Something he said had caused her to feel like this? Something he said plummeted her self-worth? No, that couldn’t be right. Again you hesitated, you didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Dorghu had done so much for you. He had raised you, a human child, as his own blood. You knew no other father nor any other family outside him, Mikey and the Fogteeth gang. You loved them, all of them. So why did you feel like this?

“Am I a false orc?” you finally managed to ask, looking away from him. “You said Nick was a false orc since he was raised by humans. I am a human raised by orcs. What…What am I?”

~~~~~

6 months prior

Loud, hearty laughter boomed through the apartment as your father’s men talked, hollered and cheered. The smell of booze filled the air, your brother, Mikey stood by your side as the Fogteeth gang celebrated your accomplishment. With the support of your father, Dorghu, and leader of the gang, you had completed your training. Tomorrow you was to be your first day as a Los Angeles Police Officer.

Dorghu wasn’t your real father, anyone could tell that just by looking at the two of you. He was an orc while you were human. You didn’t know the details nor did you really care how you came to be in his protection and care. You were loved, provided for and protected by him and the Fogteeth gang. All of them seemed like brothers to you. You knew them and trusted them with all your being. The same was true in their view of you, their tiny human, badass princess.

“I propose a toast,” Your father’s loud voice boomed through the air “to my daughter, (Y/N)! May you kick ass of the criminals that deserve it, protect those you love and stay safe as you keep me and the boys in the loop of what our dear police offers are doing. Now we got one on the inside.” Dorghu proudly beamed at you. Your smile widened as your eyes glistened at him. Claps, clears and whistles surfaced as Dorghu approached you.

“Thank you dad,” You said as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. Happiness seemed to pour through your veins. “I will not disappoint you.”

“I know, my girl.” Dorghu winked, “Just stay careful. None of your coworkers can know what you’re doing.”

“I won’t be found out. I’m smarter than they are.” You snickered with confidence. He had taught you how to fight, how to look out for yourself and your family. There was no better teacher than your father.

“True that, princess.” His laughter seemed to shatter the air. “Keep an eye out for anyone who maybe suspicious of you. Especially that orc cop, Jakoby, make sure you smell nothing like me or home when you leave tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, big daddy. The traitor, Nick Jakoby isn’t going to know what hit him.”

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Village in the Hills Chapter 1

Fandom: The Hills Have Eyes 

Pairing: Lizard/Reader, LizardxReader

Triggers: kidnapping, birth, swearing, some violence 

Authors note: Thanks for checking this chapter out! I hope you enjoy it! 

The blazing desert sun’s scorching rays beat down on the large box shaped vehicle that laid motionless on its side. You could feel the lava-like rays against your face but made no attempt to move. It had all happened so fast. You had never been in a car accident before and rolling the ambulance while on the job was certainly nothing you expected. There was a terrible ringing in your ear that deafened you for a moment. You opened and closed your eyes trying to take in your surroundings. You could see color, shapes and movement but your eye sight blurred. You blinked a few times as your surroundings began to focus. Your head ached from banging around the vehicle but luckily you had not been knocked out. You definitely had whip-lash but were less likely to have a concussion.

“___!” A man’s voice called from your left. The vision spun a little but you turned to see a man with mocha-brown hair and matching eyes. He was older than you by 10-15 years. He was your senior and had trained you while you were preparing to become a paramedic. Concern filled his eyes as he managed to get out the seat that strapped him down. He wore pressed black pants and a button down white shirt that matched yours. The name of the city you worked for sewn into the dress shirt. “___, are you alright?” He questioned, resting his hand on your shoulder. You blinked a few times before you nodded.

“I think so.” You replied. Mimicking the movements of a sloth you began to move your limbs. Nothing seemed broken. You groaned slightly as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Your body was sore but nothing that you couldn’t handle. “Are you ok, Christian?” “Fine.” He muttered as he glanced over you, looking for any serious injuries. You returned the favor and made sure he wasn’t hurt. Once he deemed you to be in good health, he moved out of his seat. The ambulance was still on its side and it took some acrobatic moves before Christian was able to reach the opening to the back.

“Thompson, you ok?” Christian called, anxious to get the scoop on his team member’s condition. His head tilted a bit before you heard him bang his fist against the doorway.

“Oh shit!” Christian spat before going into the back. You could hear him shuffling through the back.

“What is it?” you asked carefully following after him. Walking in a tipped ambulance was more difficult than you thought it would be. A gasp left your lips when you saw the condition of the back. A few of the cabinets designed to hold supplies had faltered during the roll. To say the back was a mess would be an understatement. It honestly looked like a mini tornado had made itself at home.

“Thompson!” you heard Christian cry as he hastily made his way to the left corner by the back doors. Your eyes widened lightly when you saw Thompson, a red haired, green eyed goof you happened to work with. He groaned as Christian questioned him about his injuries. Due to his many bruises and what looked to be a broken leg it was obvious he had been violently thrown about during the roll.

You made your way to the men, ready to help with whatever you could. Once Thompson had been lifted onto the gurney, you turned and opened the back doors while Christian stinted and bandaged him up. Sunbeams began to pool further into the tilted vehicle. You jumped out into the sweltering light. Your hand lifted up to shield your eyes from the blinding light as you walked around the vehicle, searching for any signs of human life. Everything seemed quiet and empty. The desert, being nothing but rocks and sand sure was pretty, you decided. Some of the rock formations even looked like a piece of art. It reminded you a lot of those old Western movies, you used to watch with your father.

Wanting to explore a bit more you began to climb up one of the hills. You were maybe a third of the way up when you heard something snap and a light feral growl. You paused and listened, it sounded like a wild animal maybe a coyote? Was there a pack near here? You heard a branch break, telling there for sure was something wild out there. Your heart fell to your stomach as it began to beat slighter faster. You didn’t dare move, incase whatever was out there decided you were dinner. You heard another snarl fill the air and then….nothing. The air became barren and eerie.

Uneasiness began to form in a pit in your stomach, something about this place was…off. Your eyes darted around the area but found nothing that indicated danger. You found nothing but a few desert lizards sunbathing on a large rock. ‘It’s ok___,’ you thought, ‘there’s nothing there, you paranoid…’ Suddenly something grabbed your shoulder from behind. You yelped and spun around. Your heart galloped like a race horse with no plans of slowing down anytime soon. Familiar mocha eyes were wide in surprise as they met yours. Suddenly a loud chuckle boomed through the air.

“Christian.” You gasped, you placed a hand on your chest in attempt to calm your heart’s palpitations. “Don’t do that to me, you jerk.” Christian continued laughing a moment before wiping a few tears from his eyes.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me coming.” He defended before nodding towards the ambulance. “Come on, we need to talk about a plan to get out of here. Thompson isn’t in any condition to walk or travel far distances. His leg was badly twisted in the crash.”

“How does he seem, otherwise?” you questioned, ready to hear your superiors diagnosis.

“Badly bruised, possible fracturs in his ribs and hip. We need to get to him to a hospital for a…..” your bosses voice trailed off, your forms now in the distance. Dangerous blue eyes peered from behind one of the many great stones, scattered throughout the hills. Silently, an unknown and camouflaged form lurked. His eyes fixated on the two EMTs as you two descended towards your totaled vehicle.

“Lizard,” a gruff voice called through the static of his radio.

“Yeah, Papa Jupiter?” The form answered, not taking his eyes off his new targets.

“Mama Jup wants the female one.” Jupiter’s voice again flowed through machine. “Goggle will take of the males. You snatch the female.”

“Got it.” Lizard leered before he followed you and your boss down the hill, unnoticed.

Back at the crash site, Christian readied himself to leave but not before hampering out orders.

“You stay here with Thompson.” Christian instructed as he glanced down the desert road. “I’m going to make my way back to that gas station and call for help. The radio isn’t picking anything up here. They’re going to need to send someone else to help that laboring mother and we’re going to need a lift and tow.”

“Alright. Will you wait for backup then come back here or..?” You asked the older man as he picked up a couple bottles of water from the back of the ambulance. A sigh was expelled from his lips and an unfamiliar look came to his eyes. His brows furrowed in concern.

“I’ll see if I can borrow the station owner’s truck and come back for you two.” He replied, now looking back at you. “I don’t like the idea of my team stranded out here in this heat.”

“We’ll be fine. I’ll make sure we both stay hydrated while we wait.” You assured your boss.

“You don’t happen to be a concealed carrier do you?” Christian asked as he eyed the surrounding hills. His brows were still furrowed in concern and mistrust. Had he sensed something amiss as well?

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” You chuckled slightly, trying to keep the situation as stress free as possible. “There’s no one here. I doubt I’d need a gun.” You could only hope these words were true. The older man scanned the area before he glimpsed back at you.

“Stay with the ambulance. Don’t wonder off!” He ordered strictly, “I want to come back here and see you both well.” The corner of your lips turned up in a reassuring smile.

“Of course. Be safe out there.” You waved as he started to walk. With one last glance, your boss was on his way back down the lonely and dusty road.

Once Christian was out of eyesight you turned back to Thompson who was resting against the gurney. His eyes were closed and his dead drooped slightly to his right. His breathing looked stable and his coloring was alright, despite the bruises he was covered in. Figuring he was drowsy from the medications Christian had given him earlier, you walked over to your motorized chariot and took out a bottled water that was stored in the back.

After gulping down the lukewarm liquid, you decided to cool down a little more and began to unbutton your white, long sleeved blouse.

“That’s not very professional.” Thompson teased as the top of your uniform slid to the ground. He was such a dork, you loved it! He was like the cute kid brother you never had. Your favorite black tank top surfaced and instantly you felt slightly cooler.

“What? It’s hot!” You smirked and winked as you teased him back. “Besides there’s no one else here. I highly doubt I’m going to get in trouble for trying to stay cool.”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t get a sunburn.” Thompson responded before stretching his arms and folding them behind his head. “Christian won’t be happy if he comes here to find you looking like a fried tomato.” He relaxed into the stretcher and within a few moments his snores met your ears.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head. Silence again consumed the air and after a few minutes of nothing you began to wander and explore the area around you a little more.

‘There has to be people nearby.’ You decided while scampering up another nearby hill. You hadn’t made it far when you heard something shuffle, dislodging a few small rocks from their hiding spots. ‘Maybe this was a bad idea. Christian did say to stay with the ambulance.’ Still, things seemed quiet enough and you couldn’t see any obvious signs of danger. You turned and began to make your way back to Thompson when a dangerous, low growl pierced the air. Before you had time to explore where the sound came from, you felt yourself being grabbed and dragged away.

“No!” Your high pitch scream echoed while you wiggled, kicked at and struggled against your attacker.

“Now, now,” a man’s voice breathed into your ear. “Just come quietly and I won’t have to hurt ya.”

“Nope!” You screeched back, “Not going to happen.” You began to fight back harder than before. Finally, you managed to elbow the creature in the stomach with all your might. He hissed and double backed in pain while you squirmed your way out of his hold. You bolted like lightening and ran back towards the ambulance. You needed to get Thompson back inside the motorized contraption and lock the doors. “Thompson!” You screamed as you reached the ambulance only to find the stretcher was empty.

“Oh god.” You exclaimed. “Thompson!” Your heart was in your throat, this couldn’t be happening! Frantically, you searched for the injured man left in your care. You had to find him and then figure out a way to keep yourselves safe.

“Help!” A man’s desperate cries burst. “Help me, please! Christian! _____!” Without hesitation, you dashed towards your friend’s screams. You took a few steps before you heard the familiar, rural growl from the before.

“Shit!” You cursed, hoping to outrun the creep from before.

“Ah, no you don’t.” the creature behind you hissed. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him. “Come ‘ere.” You let out a scream before you were roughly turned around. Your eyes were wide and filled with fear as his fingers clawed tightly on your shirt. His face lowered to yours, his teeth barred as a rough growl erupted through his lips. Tears began to form in your eyes as he sneered down at you.

Thompson’s terrified screams intensified and you desperately tried to squirm your way out of this man’s arms. Suddenly those screams faded into nothing. Thompson…was he…? No, you shook your head slightly, he couldn’t be.

“Ya a healer?” a gruff voice questioned, as rough hands gripped the collar of your shirt. Your eyes remained on the ground, your lips moved but no sound left them until he let out another roar.

“W…wwhat?” You stuttered, managing to hold in a sob. You could feel the tears wanting to break through the dam your managed to build in your eyes. You heard a loud throaty snarl before you felt yourself being thrown back. Fear brushed over you, still you glanced up and managed to catch a glimpse at the person who had attacked you. He had a cleft lip and what looked like to be a misaligned jaw. His skin was tan and rough from hours spent in the blazing sun. His eyes were blue and cold as ice yet they still managed to burn into you. His hair gray, matted and dirty. He looked older than you but you couldn’t be sure by how many years.

“Are ya deaf?” the man roughly shook you, his body bent at the hip so his face was parallel to your own, “I asked if yeh ‘re a healer.” You could feel his warm breath against your cheek. His stare was intimidating. When you didn’t answer his arm lifted as if ready to strike you. You flinched and braced yourself for an incoming blow but it never came.

“Lizard!” Another gruff voice boomed, “You bang her up much more and she’ll be no use to Mama Jup.”

“She’s a feisty one.” The man yelled back. “She’s not going to come with us without some force.”

“That may be,” A man dressed in a long black coat appeared. You internally screamed as the second man slithered towards you. “but Mama Jup wanted the female to help with her labor. You don’t harm the girl ‘til I give the ok. Ya got that?”

They spat things back and forth while you found yourself in a fog. Thoughts swirled around in you mind. What the hell was happening? None of this made any sense. Who were these people? Why were they here? How many were there? Why did they attack you and kill Thompson? Where was Christian? Was he dead too? So many thoughts and questions plagued you. It was only when one word sunk in that you found release from your trance.

“Labor?” You questioned, as you listened to their conversation. “Did you say you have a laboring mother?” The two men glanced to you now that you had spoken up. Quickly you were on your feet, startling the first man who still held onto your tank top. “We were called out to aid in a difficult birth. That was you guys wasn’t it?” Neither verbally replied but you could see the answer in their eyes.

This changed things even if only for a moment. This is what you were trained for; your job was to help people in medical emergencies. You would be letting down Christian, your parents and even Thompson if you didn’t aid the two lives in need. 

“Where is the laboring mother?” You quickly asked the men as full EMT mode took over. All fear was gone and you were ready to act as midwife. “It’s imperative I get to her as quickly as possible.”

Two pairs of eyes widened in surprised as they took in your words. Neither had expected this. Your eyes met the man’s with the long black hair. His gaze felt hotter than the sun’s rays. It was like he could see the deepest pits in your soul, challenging you to dare oppose him. You held his gaze for a moment before looking away. Again you shook your head slightly. Did they not understand the dangers of childbirth? You didn’t know anything about the situation yet but knew it could be dire if you didn’t get to the mother and soon.

“I was called here to help.” You sighed as you folded your arms. Your eyes glanced back up to the semi-stunned males. “I intend to help. If you’re not going to allow me to than just kill me off like Thompson and get it over with.” What the hell were these words coming out of your mouth? Never in your life did you think you could encourage anyone to kill you. What the hell were your thinking, doing? Not a moment passed before the silence was ended.

“Mama Jup is in labor.” The dark haired man began as he ascended towards you. You tried to take a step back but the younger man’s grip held you in place. “She done have babies before. Both came out alive and fine…This one seems different though. It’s stubborn, like it don’t want to be born.” Now you were quiet as you tried to digest what he was telling you.

“I see.” You nodded, “How long as she been in labor?” Knowledge was key in these situations. You needed to know everything you could.

“Too long.” He replied. “She didn’t think it was in the right position to be born.”

“If she’s right, then I need to get to her asap.” You stated, not wanting to waste another moment. “There’s a black bag near the back corner of the ambulance. It should have all the supplies I’ll need to…” You were cut off by the older man ordering, Lizard to go fetch the bag. He then turned to you.

“Follow me now.” He gnarled before he turned and led you away from the area. After you were released from the first man’s, Lizard you assumed, grip you stumbled forward a bit. You followed quickly behind the dark robed man, unsure what you awaited you. The journey was quiet. Neither of you spoke much, though you were filled to the brim with questions. Surely this man had those answers.

“What’s your name?” you asked, curiosity wining over hesitation. The man stopped and glanced back at you. A dangerous look entered his eyes as he peered at you with distrust. Still, it must have seemed like a harmless question.

“I’m called Jupiter.” He replied, before he led you up to a large wooden door. ‘Is that…a mine opening?’ You wondered, things kept getting stranger. You paused though Jupiter kept walking. Surely the laboring mother wasn’t in there. There was no light and the underground was no place for a baby to be born. Was this a trick to lure you away from the road where it would be easier to kill you? Jupiter noticed your hesitation and waved you to follow. “Come healer. You said so yourself how important it is to get to Mama Jup, quickly.”

“I did.” You agreed as you approached the mine hesitantly. Your worry must have been apparent on your face because Jupiter spoke up once again.

“There isn’t nothing for you to fear, at least at the moment healer.” His voice was still rough but less fierce. “I won’t allow anyone to harm you, until your purpose is complete.” There was no gentleness to his voice. Still his words seemed sincere and you didn’t have much choice. With your nerves jumping like jumper cables, you followed the mysterious man into the darkness. After what seemed like an eternity the two of you emerged into the light. You rubbed your eyes getting them readjusted to the sun. In the valley below the hills was…

“A village?” You gasped at the building nested between the hills. Relief washed over you like a dream, finally there was something normal about this. Houses were lined by a street and you could even see the outlines of people. You nearly fist bumped the air in joy, but refrained yourself. Your step lightened as you followed the strange man closer to the buildings. Soon that same eerie feeling crept over you once more.

The outlines you thought were human were merely plastic imitations. The figures you saw could not breathe nor offer you relief. They were mannequins, as lifeless as the rocks at your feet. The sign that you passed wen you entered the town also ate at you. Particularly the words “testing village”. Had this place once been used for nuclear testing? If so the levels of radiation had to be extremely high. The village only got creepier as you passed by child mannequins swinging on a swing set. A shiver sped up your spine and you tried to focus on the man leading you through this spooky place.

“This house.” Jupiter directed you towards one of the homes. Without hesitation you pursued after him and entered the dirty and tattered door, to the house. He guided you through the house. Cries of agony laced the air and soon you found yourself outside a door. Jupiter pushed the door inside and allowed you step in first.

Inside you found a woman lying on the bed, on her left side. She let out a roar, grasping the bedsheets underneath her.

“Jupiter!!” She screamed as the contraction she was clearly feeling intensified. “Damn you for doing this to me.” She sobbed the last part. Tears sprang from her eyes before she realized she was no longer alone. She was bald and obese but obviously nine months along. Her breath was labored but her grasp on the sheets loosened. Her blue eyes met your (e/c) ones.

“Who…who’re you?” the woman questioned, fear present in her voice and eyes. You went to speak but was interrupted.

“It’s ok, Mama Jup.” Jupiter replied to his mate, he hurried to her side. She looked back to see his familiar face and instantly relaxed. “I brought ‘er here for ya and the baby.” The woman turned back to you, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“You…you a healer?” she questioned right before another contraction started. Instinctively you reached for her hand and began to mutter gentle words of encouragement. Memories of your childhood flashed into your mind. You could smell your mother’s soft rose perfume mixed in with the scent of blood and sweat from the laboring mothers she once took care of.

“It’s alright now, Mama Jup.” You softly whispered, your grip on hers was tight but not as tight as hers. She could very well break your fingers if she wanted. “I’m here and I will do everything in my power to help you and your baby be safe. Now, breath and pant through the contraction.” You guided until her pain was temporarily over.

“Are you feeling the need to push?” You questioned, just as Lizard entered the room. He handed you the bag, you had asked for before he scurried out of the room.

“Not yet.” Mama Jup answered, through tired gasps. “It hurts more than the other’s did, healer. Something…ain’t right.” Again her roars of pain echoed the room. You and Jupiter held her hands while you guided her through some breathing techniques. Your other hand rested gently on top of her stomach.

Once that contraction ended, you talked the older woman through protocol procedures any midwife or doctor would perform. You found Mama Jup almost fully dilated and that she was right. Baby wasn’t positioned as it should be. The child was breech, wanting its bum to be brought into the world first. You reached into your bag and pulled out small handheld doppler. It didn’t take you long to find a good strong heartbeat, baby was safe, at least for the moment. Still, things were only going to get more complicated.

“What is it?” Mama Jup questioned, her eyes bore into yours as if begging for answers. “What’s wrong?”

“It seems your baby wants to be born buttocks first ma’am.” You explained softly as you quickly readied all the tools you’d need for baby’s arrival. “That’s why your in more pain than with your first two. This child is breech.”

“Will the baby be ok?” Jupiter asked, concern washed over his face.

“It is a complication that can be fatal.” You honestly replied but that wasn’t all, “However, I’ve seen births like this done many times with happy outcomes. Mama Jup, I need you to listen very carefully to my instructions. Let’s get this baby out safely, shall we?” Hope shown brightly in her eyes as she nodded.

“Just tell me what to do.” She replied, tired though revitalized. Time seemed to blur from this point on. You hadn’t been taught these particular methods of birth from your EMT training. No, it was your mother who taught you how to safely handle a situation like this. She was a midwife and master herbalist. She was a strong supporter of natural medicines and often used you as her assistant when you were old enough. You encouraged, complimented and instructed Big Mama as the baby began to descend. It wasn’t long before you could see baby was ready to be born.

With caution you talked Mama Jup through a series of small pushes and panting. Soon you held a limp little torso in your hands. The bottom half of baby’s body had been born but her shoulder and head had yet to make the journey into the world. Not wanting the baby to become cold you cautiously wrapped a clean sheet around her little body. You calmly explained what you were doing to the parents and instructed the Mama Jup on how to continue.

With one final cry, Mama Jup, pushed the baby from her body. You hurried to clear the child’s airways however the child barely moved. She didn’t cry nor grunt either. Gently you turned the girl onto her side and began rubbing her back. She wasn’t dead, her coloring and pulse told you that.

“Come on little one.” You whispered. She needed to breath…cry…move…anything.

“Healer?” Big Mama addressed you. You glanced up and saw a flash of fear in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Why isn’t my baby cryin’?”

“Is it…?” Papa Jupiter began to ask but you quickly shook your head.

“No.” You whispered, as you continued to urge baby to cry. “She just needs a little encouragement, that’s all.” You rubbed her back and flicked her foot. “Come one, little one…you’ve been so brave…” Staying calm, you maintained your motions. Not a moment later you heard a soft coo pass through the baby’s lips. Seconds later she began to cry and loud as any healthy newborn would.

“There we are; you’ve a daughter!” You beamed, joy overcame you as the child squirmed in your arms. You looked up to the parents, all their fears were now gone. You saw only glee and wonder in their expressions, you mirrored their smiles before glancing back down at the infant. “Let’s cut your cord and then I will turn you over to your mama.” Gently you placed the infant down on the bed, tied the cord and pulled out a pair of sterilized scissors you had brought in your supply bag. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You glanced up to see Jupiter was now by your side. He gaze was on his infant daughter.

“I’ll do this part, healer.” His gruff voice said softly. You nodded and handed him the scissors. Like the proud papa he was, you watched him lean over and cut the cord. Once that was finished you swaddled the newborn, you lifted her back up into your arms and walked over to her mama’s side.

“Here you are, mama.” You cooed as the child slipped into her mother’s arms. Big mama’s eyes lit up. For so long she had been the only female in the clan. Now she had a daughter to share her time with. Jupiter instantly joined her on the bed. His arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders as they both peered happily down at their crying child. A soft smile twitched on your lips. It had been a while since helped with a birth but this part of delivery had always been your favorite. Serenity and warmth oozed seemed to radiate from the scene before you. Yes, watching the new parents bond with their baby and the happiness that followed was your favorite part.

“A girl!” Big Mama beamed proudly at her daughter. “It’s really a girl!”

“What we going to call ‘er?” Jupiter questioned his mate. He had named the boys, it only seemed fitting to allow his mate to name the girl. Mama Jup was quiet for a moment as her baby tightly gripped onto one of her fingers. It was then you noticed some of the newborn’s fingers were fused together. You made a mental note to look her over more thoroughly when she was resting.

“How ‘bout Ruby?” Mama Jup suggested, glancing up to Jupiter. “She looks like a Ruby….doesn’t she healer?” You jumped slightly, not expecting to be pulled into their intimate conversation.

“Ruby is a beautiful name.” You answered looking down at the babe. Her face was disfigured, part of the bone was where it shouldn’t be. Her coloring was good and she was breathing well on her own. Despite the fusion of her fingers, it looked like she had a good strong grip on her mother’s fingers. There were a few things you would need to check on when her mother was resting but such tests could wait. The deformity of her face did nothing to take away from her beauty. “She’s a little gem born in the desert. I think Ruby would suit her perfectly.”

Big Mama’s grin widened before she nodded. She had long forgotten what it was like to have another female as company. Women folk understood things that men never could. “You’re right.” She agreed, “She is a little desert gem.”

Jupiter reached out and grabbed the black walkie talkie on the table. You could see a glimpse of a smile on his lips as he raised it and spoke. “We got a baby girl; both she and Mama are alive and well.” Suddenly, various hoots and hollers sprung through the devise. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as you heard their noise of celebration. Despite everything they had put you through, they were a family. You had a feeling you were being allowed to see something most outsiders would never dream of.

A small bubble of fear began to form in your belly. You were brought here to help Mama Jupe and the baby. You had served your purpose now that both mother and baby were well. What would happen now? Would they kill you like they had killed Thompson? You shuttered as a chill spiraled down your back. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to remain calm. Nearly a half hour passed before the afterbirth emerged and you began to clean up the mess that accompanied birth.

“Where would you like me to put the afterbirth?” You questioned, unsure where they wanted everything.

“Ya don’t have to worry about that, healer.” Mama Jup responded barely glancing away from her baby. “I can take care of that. Besides I didn’t think modern healers cleaned up after births.”

“Most doctors wouldn’t.” You confirmed with an impish smirk. “However, I am no doctor. Today, I am your midwife and I will ensure you get every care a new mother deserves.” Her eyes widened in surprise before she turned to Jupiter.

“Just place it on the kitchen counter.” Jupiter answered your question. “Then return here, I assume I don’t need to warn you what will happen if you run away.”

“I understand, sir.” You replied. His hand waved in dismissal, allowing you to leave the room.

The door closed with a snap behind you, you turned and peered through the unknown hallway. You had been in a hurry when you first arrived. You hadn’t noticed any details until now. With every step you took it felt as if you had been transported to another era. The wallpaper, furniture and tv all looked like they were from the 1940’s or 50’s to be precise. Some of the clothing on the mannequins even looked familiar from historical films you had watched in school or would find hanging in your grandmother’s closet.

Male voices stung the air as you continued down the hallway. Their voices became louder as you walked towards the sound. Two figures leaned against the peeling wall paper as you entered what looked to be the house’s front room. Immediately you recognized the man with the cleft lip, Lizard. Next to him was a taller man with a stalker built. He wasn’t fat just had more muscles. He had only a few strands of hair while his face was deformed with one eye lower than the other and mostly closed. “Where do ya think yeh’re going?” Lizard hissed, his eyes narrowed on you and he looked like a viper, ready to strike. “Yeh sure yeh really wanna try to run?”

“I’m not running.” You returned his glare. “They asked me to take this to the kitchen.” You motioned to the bowl with the afterbirth in it. “However, I’m not familiar with the layout of the house. I don’t know which way to go.” You pulled your gaze away from from Lizard’s intimidating stare while the second figure let out a happy grunt. He clapped his hands before his arm raised, directing you towards the kitchen.

Your lips twerked up into a smile at seeing his glee. You nodded and followed this new figure down another hallway. He seemed pleased with your reaction and attempted to speak with you while you walked. You hadn’t the slightest idea what he was telling you. Whatever it was, he was enthusiastic about it. The smile never left his lips and his good eye glittered happily.

Lizard trailed behind you, not allowing his guard to slip. You were a normal, not a mutant. You weren’t one of them so you weren’t to be trusted. He stayed quiet as he listened to his cousin’s incoherent chatter.

Once in the kitchen you set the bowl on the counter as requested. You needed to head back soon but found it impossible to get away from this new figure, who had seemingly decided you were a friend.

“How’s Mama and the baby?” Lizard suddenly asked, drawing your gaze back to him.

“Both are well.” You whispered a reply. It was then you noticed a gash on the side of Lizard’s face. Snapping back into EMT mode you took a step closer and raised your hand to the man’s scarred face.

“Are you hurt?” You asked while Lizard’s eyes widened in surprise, his arms pushed you harshly away from him.

“The hell ya doing?” He screeched, his eyes narrowed while his hands found his metal, spiked belt.

“You’re bleeding,” you yelled with as much ferocity as him. “I was just going to clean…”

“I ain’t need no help from a normal like you.” He spat, his voice laced with venom. You went to reply but was cut off by a louder, scarier voice.

“Lizard fuck off!!” Papa Jupiter roared. You both turned to see the leader of the clan. Your head dropped and your eyes widened. Shit, you were suppose to head straight back to the room. How long had he waited before he came to search for you?

“Come on, Pluto.” Lizard hissed as his nose scrunched up in disgust. “We otta head back to the hills ‘nyway.” Jupiter’s fiery gaze watched as the men escaped from the room. Once they were gone, he glanced to you. You gulped, not liking the look in his eyes. 

“You.” Jupiter hissed as he began to creep towards you. Your bubble of fear doubled in size and ready to burst. This man had practically told you they would dispose of you when you were no longer of use. The baby was here and the mother was alright, you no longer had any purpose. Jupiter’s strong hand reached for something on the counter as he approached you.

‘Is that a knife?’ You panicked, as the man’s forceful fingers flew around the handle of a butcher’s knife.

‘This is it,’ you realized as Jupiter reached you, ‘this is how I die.’

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Village In The Hills

Summary:  Your eyes were wide and filled with fear as his gloved fingers clawed tightly into the fabric of your shirt. His face lowered to yours, his teeth barred as a rough growl erupted through his lips. Tears began to form in your eyes as he sneered down at you. You didn’t know what was going to happen; the only thing certain was the life you once knew was over.

Pairing: Eventual Lizard x Reader, Lizard/Reader

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line. 

Author’s Note: Hello!! I’m Emmy C! Here’s the prologue to my The Hills Have Eyes reader-insert story. (Also posted on my AO3)I hope you’ll enjoy it! If not, that’s ok too. I update stories every two weeks. Thanks for reading!! 

Prologue

A high pitched wail filled the sweltering dry air. It was early, the sun just starting to peek through the hills that surrounded their little village. A woman’s panting could be heard while tears trickled down her cheek. She lay helplessly on a bed as the tightening in her stomach began to ease. She had felt the pains of child birth before with her sons. Being one of the few female mutants in the hils she had aided in caring for mothers and their babies. She had also watched defenseless children be born, already blue and dead. She was well versed in birthing deformed and mutated babies, yet with her boys everything had been smooth, nature took its course in the process. This time, however, something was wrong, her child not cooperating the way her boys had. Her fingers tightened around the sheets underneath her as she felt another contraction begin.

Outside the door a small group of men gathered. In the middle stood a man with long dark hair. His eyes were focused on the ground. The female’s screams intensified in his ears as the others stood ready for his orders. The birth of a new clan member could be a joyous event. However, none of them were naive to the dangers the process could bring. They had all hoped complications wouldn’t arise in the coming of their newest member. However, that hope was deemed to be fruitless. Big Mama needed help and she needed it soon, or both she and the baby would be lost.

“What’s yer plan?” a gruff voice erupted out of a small, black handheld device, drawing the attention of the gathered men. “How’re we gonna help big mama?” The screams had died down from the room next to them but they could still hear the poor woman pant and moan in agony. Suggestions had been made but none of them seemed right.

“Papa.” Jupiter’s eyes darted up towards the grizzly voice, “Mama ain’t going to no hospital.” His son, a man with a clef lip, messy grey hair and icy blue eyes continued. He looked to be about 25-26 years old. His skin was worn, burned and scabbed from the days he spent in the blazing son. Next to him stood Goggle, Jupiter’s second son. His skin was pale, strings of hair were visible under his black hair. He inhaled through two long slits, where a nose would usually would be. Pluto and Cyst were the last two gathered. Several grunts were heard, agreeing with the oldest son of Big Mama and Papa Jupiter.

“No Lizard.” Papa Jupiter confirmed as he shook his head slightly. “That ain’t a option.” His chin rested on his balled up fist as thoughts flooded into his mind. His mate, Big mama, sometimes called Mama Jup, was a needed member of their clan. He didn’t want to lose her or their unborn child but the birth was getting more and more tricky. “Still, we can trick medical aid into coming here.” Jupiter’s hand raised the radio to his lips and pressed the button, to allow Big Brain, a member of their clan not present in their circle, in on his plan. “I’ll go to the gas station, tell the owner to phone for an ambulance.”

“Papa...” Lizard began to argue but was quickly cut off by a dangerous growl. Jupiter towered over his son, his eyes glowed threateningly. They hadn’t the time for argument nor was it Lizard’s decision to make. Jupiter was alpha and he would remind his son of that if need be. The younger man released his own snarl before backing down to his father.

“Their healers will be directed to our territory. Once Lizard has spiked their tires and the healers are defenseless, we attack. We only need one healer alive; with their supplies they should be able to save Mama and the baby.” Jupiter determined with a nod. None of them liked the idea, it seemed risky and the last thing they needed was outsiders who could be tracked in their territory. Still, there were ways to make them disappear.

“To your posts and be ready. We ain’t got time to waste.” Jupiter barked out orders to the small group of men. He turned to leave when he paused and looked back to those who looked to him for leadership. “Boys remember…big mama in there cared for all ya. Even those of you who ain’t her sons. Let’s make her proud.” He encouraged his little family. Animalistic grunts and growls were heard, agreeing with the leader of their clan. With that everyone went their separate ways, getting ready for what was sure to be an eventful day.

“Are you sure this is wise?” Big Brain’s voice could be heard through the radio. Jupiter hissed in frustration at the question. He lifted the device to lips to speak but paused as he heard another scream of agony erupt through the air. Wise or not, this was the only option he could think of to save the two lives in his care. Determined to not fail his family he dashed out the door towards the mines. His plan would soon be put into action and your life would be forever changed.

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Hello/First Post

Hi everyone!! ^_^

I’m Emmy C. (not my real name...maybe....). Welcome to my Tumblr Blog for all the random fandoms I find myself obsessed with. I haven’t done a Tumblr before so this is a new experience for me. Please bare with me while I figure out how things work. 

Most my posts will consist of fan-fictions, head-canons, reader-inserts and anything else that tickles my fancy. Current stories will updated twice a month. I will be accepting requests and positives once I finish compiling my list of fandoms I feel comfortable writing for. I’ll also be creating a post on my rules soon. 

 I’ll be posting the Prologue for my first The Hills Have Eyes story tonight, as a small sample of my writing. Messages, comments, questions, constructive criticism is always welcome!

Thanks for checking out my blog! ~~Emmy C.