I am just a small fanfic writer who writes her own OC insert story with some old and new hyper fixations. I also reblog Ghoap stuff like all the time-
I am currently working on the COD part of the whole story. Hopefully I will actually start working on the rest.
Fandoms that I write for/are connected to Scarlet's universe
COD
Harry Potter (Fuck JKR, I hate that bitch 🖕, and I made her characters better. Don't give her money buy everything second hand or from small businesses!)
TWs: mentions of kidnapping, experimenting, side affects due to drugs, and SA
Chapter 10
-Simon-
I feel Scarlet squeeze my hand. I look down at them, they’re tense. It’s obvious they don’t want to be here. They don’t want to answer any of Laswell’s questions. But they didn’t say no. They agreed to it.
“How did you end up in that facility, Scarlet?” Laswell asks. She means no harm, I know that. But, Scarlet tenses up even more at the question. They’re silent but Laswell doesn’t press. She waits.
She understands the pain, she saw it in me back then. She knows how long this will take. And she’ll give them all the time in the world. I squeeze Scarlet’s arm, just to reassure them. The tension in their body ebbs away slightly. They finally speak after a moment.
“I was kidnapped and taken there.” they mutter.
I feel my chest tighten. They were taken, against their will. I guess it’s less painful than how I ended up there. I push my thoughts away, it doesn't matter if they had it better than me.
“By who?” Laswell asks, her voice stays soft. Scarlet looks up at here for a moment but then goes back to staring at the floor.
“One of the scientists. I don’t know his name…”
Their voice is quiet. I can barely hear them. Laswell nods as they speak. “What happened to you there Scarlet?”
Scarlet goes silent. Dead silent. Their body tenses again. I can feel their breath catch. They don’t answer. So Laswell asks another question. “Is the information in your file true? From what Price has told me, it’s a bit…exaggerated.”
Scarlet takes in a breath. They seem grateful for the change in question. “Some of it is. The experiments are, so are the blood work notes. Some more of it is too…” they mumble.
“What about the notes describing how dangerous you are? Are those true, or were you just defending yourself?” Laswell continues.
Scarlet looks up at her. “I was just defending myself. They were trying to hurt me. I-..I was scared.”
Their voice begins to shake and they look back down at the floor. I squeeze their arm again. I move in front of the chair and kneel down in front of them. I gently cup their chin. “You’re okay…they’ll never hurt you again.” I whisper. They slowly nod, reaching to wipe the forming tears in their eyes.
I never wanted anyone to go through what I went through. No one ever should. But they did, and now I have to help them. I slowly stand back up. But I stay at their side, my hand still on their arm.
“What side effects have been left from the testing you endured, Scarlet?” Laswell questions. I can see the concern in her eyes.
“My memory is messed up…I only remember bits and pieces from before the facility.” Scarlet replies. “Why do you want to know?”
Their voice is full of uncertainty. And I understand why.
“I just want to help. I can assure you. No one means you any harm, you are safe here Scarlet.” Laswell assures them. Scarlet looks at her with a sceptical look, but then that look is gone when they see the genuine look in her eyes.
“She’s right. We just want to help. But you just have to give us something to lead with.” I tell them. They look over their shoulder at me and nod.
They’re quiet for a second. “I…I remember my childhood. But that is mostly it. I remember some bits from my years at school but I can’t remember the faces of anyone.” they mutter.
Those drugs really messed with their head. The ache in my chest grows. I can’t imagine what that’s like. Not knowing what your life was like.
I wish I didn’t remember.
Laswell nods, she has a look of sympathy in her eyes. “Is there anything else you can tell us about the facility? Any names or people you saw often?”
Scarlet freezes for a second. “Y-..yes…” they murmur.
“There was this man…the one who kidnapped me. He would always visit my cell when the other scientists weren’t there. He-...he’d…”
They stop. Their body is shaking. I feel anger build up inside me. I know exactly what they mean.
They were assaulted.
I hope that bastard rots in hell for what he did. I kneel down in front of them again and gently take their hands. Laswell understands what they mean, her expression grows grim. Price’s is worse. “That’s enough questions for now.” he says to Laswell. Laswell nods.
Tears are slowly rolling down Scarlet’s face. Their body shakes and soft sobs leave their lips. I try to comfort them. I don’t move from where I am. They slide from the chair and onto the floor, slumping against my chest. I just wrap my arms around them. I gently rub their back. Anger churns inside of me. But I mask it, they don’t need my anger right now. They just need comfort, and that's what I’ll give them.
I just hold them.
I don’t speak.
Minutes feel like hours as they pass. Laswell and Price quietly talk with one another until Scarlet calms down. Their sobs slowly subside into quiet sniffles. They don’t move away from me. Their hand clings to my shirt. I keep my hand on their back.
After a moment, they pull away. They wipe their eyes. Wiping the tears away with their sleeve. I move my hands off of them.
“I’m sorry…” they whisper.
Before I can reply, Price speaks up.
“No need to apologize, you don’t have anything to apologize for.”
He’s right, they have nothing to apologize for. They did nothing wrong. They simply reacted to the pain they were holding in.
Memories like that are painful.
I slowly stand. I then offer them my hand to help them up. They gently grab my hand and also stand up. But they don’t let go, and I don’t make them.
I give their hand a gentle squeeze. They squeeze mine back. They stay close to me, not sitting back down in the chair. “How about you go outside and wait for me?” I suggest.
I need to talk to Price and Laswell. Scarlet looks up at me. They hesitate but nod. They let go of my hand and walk to the door. The door closes softly behind them.
I know they can probably hear us, but it’s better than them being right here.
Laswell is staring at the file in her hands, her brow furrowed. She looks pissed to say the least, not at Scarlet. I know that. She’s pissed about what happened to them. “They never know when to quit, do they?” she murmurs, more to herself than me and Price.
Price sighs. “No. No they don’t Kate. That's why we go after every facility we find.”
He pushes off of the bookshelf he is leaning against. “Just like the one we found them in. And I won’t stop till all of them are gone.” he says as he approaches the desk.
It is then silent for a moment. My gaze stays on Price.
“What are we going to do with Scarlet…?” I ask.
Laswell looks up at me. She sets the file down and clasps her hands together. “I don’t know yet…we can keep them here for now. Just to keep them safe until they’re stable.”
I nod. But how…? We have missions. We can't all be here with them all the time. They’d have to be on their own while we are all on missions. God, why am I worried about that? I barely know them.
“I can stay on base until further notice while they recover. The other three and Simon can go out on missions.” I hear Price say.
I didn’t say any of that outloud. Right? I look up at him, but he’s looking at Laswell and not me. So no, I didn’t say anything outloud. Thankfully. I glance at the door for a moment, I know Scarlet is probably listening. They do that a lot. They just listen, they stay quiet and listen. A lot like I do I guess. I look back over at Price.
“What will we do with them after they’re recovered?” I say to the two.
“We’ll figure that out when we get to it Simon. They’re in no state to be left alone. They’re safe here.” Price replies.
“Besides, they’ve taken quite a shine to you lieutenant.” He says, a slight smirk forming on his lips.
I shoot him a glare. “They just feel safe…” I murmur.
Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.
Of course they feel safe with me of all people. Why not Johnny? He’s the more reasonable option. But no, it had to be me. Why choose me? I mean I get that I understand what they’ve been through but why? I’m not exactly the most “caring” person. But bloody hell, they make me the most caring person. I’ve known them for not even 24 hours and they’ve already got me wrapped around their finger.
Dwarves drink heavy ales, strong mead, and thick black coffee that smells like burnt coal. Bilbo’s delicate chamomile and mint teas are considered "hot grass water" by most of the iron-willed lords of Erebor. However, whenever Thorin suffers from a severe sore throat or stress after a long council meeting, he secretly slips into Bilbo’s rooms and demands a cup of "the grass drink." Bilbo always serves it in a massive stone mug so that if any other Dwarf walks in, it looks like the King is drinking heavy liquor. Thorin will sit there, sipping sweet chamomile tea with honey out of a terrifying skull-shaped mug, looking completely content
Hobbits have a natural habit of keeping useful things in their pockets twine, pebbles, pipe-cleaners, and dried fruit. Thorin, who wears heavy royal robes that traditionally have no pockets (only loops for weapons), finds this fascinating. One evening, while reviewing trade logs, Thorin complains that his hands are cold. Without looking up from his book, Bilbo reaches into his waistcoat, pulls out a beautifully polished, warm river stone he found earlier, and drops it into Thorin’s hand. Thorin stares at the smooth stone for a long time. The next week, Thorin orders the royal tailors to secretly sew deep, velvet-lined pockets inside all of his majestic fur cloaks, specifically so he can carry small things Bilbo gives him
What would platonic Simon Riley be like with a baby Reader? Like, someone left s baby with the team, or they found one during a mission, alone? How would they raise them? Take care of them?
Haven’t written for baby reader yet, hope you like it <33
Platonic Simon Riley with Baby Reader headcanons
Simon is completely out of his comfort zone, he has no idea what he’s doing when he finds you, bubbled up and crying in your crib. Your parents abandoned you it seems, in the middle of a war zone no less.
He can’t just leave you here, his chest tightening a little as he looks at your red face, listening to your cries.
He slings his rifle onto his back, removing his dirty gloves and shoving them into his pocket. He gently picks you up, unsure if he’s holding you correctly. All he knows is that he needs to support your little neck. And he does just that, a hand cradling your head as he presses you into his tactical vest.
He reaches into the crib, grabbing your blanket and tucking it around you. He awkwardly rocks you, he has no idea how to comfort a baby, let alone a crying baby.
He doesn’t enlighten Soap to the situation as the Scottish man walks into the room, checking on Simon since he had been in here for a while.
Simon walks past Soap, you in his arms, cries quieting down. Soap follows his comrade down the stars and into the kitchen.
“What the hell do babies even eat, Johnny?” He mutters, using his flashlight to look through the kitchen cabinets for anything that looked like baby food.
Needless to say, the team brings you back to base, and Simon has somehow found himself taking care of you the most. He thinks everyone else besides Price is too incompetent to handle a baby.
He finds himself feeding you every time, even bringing baby food and you wherever he goes. Gym? You’re there with him. Training? You’re there with him with little headphones on so you stay asleep.
He even holds you while he does his paperwork, falling asleep with you on his chest when he’s supposed to be working.
He’s a little sad when you start to walk, he thinks your growing up to fast. He likes to hold your hands as you lead him around the base.
He’s always the one to wake up when you cry in the middle of the night, rocking you back to sleep with more confidence than before.
He gets annoyed with how much more laundry he has to do. You spit up on him almost every time he feeds you, not to mention how many blowouts you’ve had.
He never thought that he wanted to be a father, but the look in your eyes makes his heart melt. You’re little giggles make him warm, and he loves you so much.
Ghost: ... Kyle
Gaz: Listen-
Ghost: You're a horrible, HORRIBLE, man. A hypocrite, a poor example to Brits all around
Gaz, taking his mug out of the microwave: I'm not going to waste a damn cup-
Ghost: SHAME SHAME SHAME-
