bastard treatment.
So for a little bit of backstory for Wilton, ive decided to make him a recovering drug addict who seeked help in the cult.
Didnt help much cuz he ended up in jacobs trials, due to agression problems with him trying rehab from the drugs he took before.
The muffled voices pierced Hope's eardrums as she slowly but surely gained consciousness.
"Hey, sinner!" Sudden push to her right side made a small grunt escaped her mouth.
Her weak body fell after being shoved again and fell to the ground. Dust passed through her fingers, and her head turned to the sunlight that was passing through the wooden boards of her spacious cage from above.
Her hand reached for the rays of the sun, shining directly into her eyes to block it.
She doesn't remember anything. She doesn't know where she is and what happened. Her whole body hurts as if a train has passed her, and dire hunger vanquishes her. The same feeling overcame her when she was in a prison camp.
The wolves howled around the property. From behind bars, Hope saw many people wailing from the pain and hunger, suffering from Eden's Gate regime. They barely dwelt alive, lying in dirt or leaning on the bars of their iron houses.
Title: Family Dinner
Ship: Alexys/Michael [Self Insert/OC]
Word Count: 2100
Summary: The Seeds come over to the Sinclaire’s for a dinner. Joseph’s presence causes tension with Michael as he sets his sights on Alexys, and it’s up to her to calm her boyfriend down.
A/N: Another comm for @space-sweetheart of her and @nadineselfships‘s OC Michael!!! This one was fun because Seed and Sinclair Dyamics are a wILD RIDE.
The room had a sort of fog over it. It was the heavy set and dangerous type of fog that was near visible in the emotions of every human being standing in the doorway of the Sinclaire’s ranch. It suffocated each person and crushed their lungs in their chest as eyes warily searched about one another. Alexys could feel each breath she took in and let out, the exhale of air palpable in her sighs and she was suddenly all too aware of her breathing as she moved and shifted awkwardly from side to side from where she was standing. God, she thought with a bit of an annoyed huff through closed lips, she hated when things got like this. It made her want to disappear into a hole and wait for the tense air to pass. To hibernate through the winter of biting attitude and distrust and hopefully wake up in a world with a better view of itself.
Instead she was forced to sit through it. God she hated when the Seed Siblings came to visit the ranch.
It was necessary, she knew. With Nadine and John being an item, there was a natural sort of tension that threaded through the fabric of their family now. Michael always complained in private to her about it, and the memories would make her giggle from time to time as she brought them up like a movie reel in the back of her head. Her boyfriend pouting as they held one another, nuzzling into her shoulder and complaining bitterly about how much he didn’t trust John. How much he was worried for his sister and how he only let him live because Mother said he was allowed to. If he had ever hurt anyone in the family again, Nadine especially, he’d have to kill him. Each word was punctuated with anger, a dark grip on her waist that promised his threats to be true. She suppressed a smile at the memory.
With John, though, came the rest of the Seed siblings. The very same force that longed to kill and destroy the empire Michael and his family had built up after so many years. They were welcome into the Sinclaire’s home under a very specific set of circumstances in order to check on their beloved brother. Mother was good like that. She understood the importance of family and making sure they were safe at all times, and allowing the enemies into her base of operations even with the entire family present was more than a polite gesture.
Still, the Seeds always seemed to want more.
James didn’t trust it, of course. Not after the incident with Xena. Even now, in the midst of greeting the entering rival family, his girlfriend remained tight at his side. Narrowed eyes met each one’s gaze with an arm tucked tight to the smaller girls body, practically melding her into his form. Michael, likewise, kept a sharp eye trailed on each Seed as they entered the room. Polite greetings made their rounds dully through lips that did not match eyes as the group watched one another like cats about to pounce. Alexys tried to smile but it felt uneasy, even with Michael by her side.
“It’s so nice that all of you are able to join us for dinner,” Mother spoke as though she did not notice the tension held tight in the room around them, her smile as warm as her soul as she nodded, “Seeing a family catch up with one another is always heartwarming to see.”
“Seeing the enemy in our ranch is less than heartwarming.” Michael’s tone was dull and sharp under his guarded facade. Alexys looked up to the man at her side and noted the way his emerald eyes hardened like stone, jaded and sharp as it observed the group before him as they sat down at the table having been set by both herself and Nadine. They had wanted a nice family dinner for a change, at least that was the hope they had tittered about in the kitchen while cutting up vegetables in preparation for the festivities. A pleasant meal where, for once, no politics would be discussed and no issues would be brought up. A hopeful meal that they would be able to enjoy in the company of their significant others and their families alike.
She could see now that was a short lived dream. Especially as Joseph’s (the eldest of the siblings she remembered) eyes settled on Michael’s and the two shared a long, hard moment of eye contact that felt like two dogs posturing at one another for dominance. The edge of shock that rumbled through the entire table from their stares alone was enough to crumble the infrastructure of whatever hopes the rest of the family had dared to keep in their hearts about peace. Alexys let out a sigh through clenched teeth. It was going to be one hell of a dinner, certainly.
“The pleasure is all ours,” Joseph spoke with a smile as his eyes turned from Michael’s and to Mother’s instead, the facade of his grin all business as it hid something under it. Alexys could sense it, though she didn’t know how. She’d like to think that the time she had spent with Michael helped. That he had helped her to read between the lines of emotions and search for the truth buried deep inside of them. Hell, that was sometimes the only way she could fully understand Michael. Though, nowadays, he let her. He let her see his heart… To reach into him and understand him… He even did so with a smile on his lips, soft and loving towards her.
Alexys tried to hide the blush that burned on her cheeks. She shifted closer to Michael and her hand sought his out in the blindness of her sides. She felt the warmth of his fingertips and made her move to grip them as they sat together. Michael’s body tensed for a moment, eyes flickering over to her, and the ghost of a smile spread itself warmly on his mouth as his hand took hers in his own. It wrapped around hers and squeezed with a firm but gentle grip that signaled that, yes, he was here. He was at her side. As always, it would never change. The feeling made Alexys feel safer. It was more secure at his side. The lights around her seemed brighter and she was dizzy with the love that seemed to pulsate through their bodies as they touched.
This was where she wanted to be.
She just wished Joseph was able to see that.
The very thought of the man, who was still so clearly watching her, made her skin crawl as she bit her lip to offer a soft nod of acknowledgement towards him. Joseph nodded back, as though he thought they were sharing some sort of meaningful conversation. In her grip she could feel Michael’s hand tense up, a growl echoed somewhere in the back of his throat as he glared at the other man across from her.
“You’re looking at me like that again.” Joseph addressed Michael calmly as he continued to watch the other man.
MIchael scoffed, his tone of voice sharp as he raised an eyebrow towards Joseph. Blue and green eyes flashed like water and earth as they made careful note of one another and Alexys could already tell that this was not going to go well. She groaned internally and, from the corner of her eye, she caught Nadine and Xena shoving even more bread into their mouths in an effort to pretend they didn’t notice the scenario unfolding before them. She fought back a laugh at the two before focusing back on the men who had apparently decided they needed to do whatever it was they were doing at the dinner table.
“Like what?” Michael challenged as he stabbed his fork into a piece of potato with absent enthusiasm.
“Like I’m going to steal something from you,” Joseph observed with a tilt of his head, “Something you can’t replace in your heart…”
Michael growled darky under his breath, his hand gripping his fork harder with every passing moment of tension as he sneered, “Oh? Well, I mean, if you’re going to bring it up, this month marks the… what…. Third time you’ve tried to apprehend my significant other against her will? I must say you get points for creativity but, god, you piss me off each time.”
“Michael,” Nadine groaned somewhere in the corner, “Can we not do this while we-”
“Is that what you’re upset about? For me taking your toy from you?”
The words left Joseph’s lips and then Michael stood up. HIs hand freed itself from Alexys’ as he rose, gripping his knife tight in his hands and slamming it down across the table as he leaned forward, all but climbing over the furniture to reach Joseph. Joseph, in turn, did not flinch. He watched Michael approach him with the rage building in his eyes. The knife in Michael’s hand had imbedded itself sharply in the wood.
“You want to repeat that?” Michael’s voice was low with rage, “You’re telling me you think she’s just a TOY?”
“Is she not to you?” Joseph was genuinely surprised, it permeated his tone of voice as he stared up at the man threatening him with an even expression.
Alexys intervened then, reaching out and taking Michael’s arm in her hand. She could feel that he was shaking, his body vibrating at a violent speed as he physically restrained himself from stabbing the knife into Joseph’s flesh then and there. The rest of the table was tense with the confrontation, everyone watching with baited breath for the events to occur. If anything that bad were to happen, everyone knew, there would be a war at the table of Jesus tonight.
“Michael,” Alexys murmured as she tugged at him gently, “Can I talk to you for a moment?”
It took a long, tense second for Michael to relent, settling down and away from the table. The couple stood up and existed the dining room, leaving the group in a sea of quiet as they moved to one of the nearby bathrooms. Alexys brought Michael into it, locking the door behind them as she sighed and turned to face him.
She hated seeing him like this. Like he always got with the Seeds so close to him. He didn’t care about their disapproval. Nor their malice towards him, but, when that was directed towards Alexys? Towards her health and safety? He always became so livid.
Reaching out, she touched his cheeks. She held his face in her hands and brought him to look up to her with a soft smile. He held her gaze with his own worried one, body tense as a hand brought itself up and touched the top of hers, holding it close and pushing his cheek into her soft palm with a sigh.
“I worry…” Michael murmured, “One day what he say will make sense to you and… you will go with him of your own accord. You will think I use you as a toy but-! I promise, you are nothing like that to me. You are…. The most beautiful thing that’s been put in my presence since my life here and I will never, ever, take that for granted.”
Alexys smiled and leaned forward, her lips finding MIchael’s in a reassuring kiss that he returned with care, always so careful to handle her as they kissed and shared their emotions through the passion of their lips. She felt her body draw itself closer to his, pouring her emotions into the soul of the kiss they shared and running a hand through his hair as she sighed into his lips. When they pulled away, she put her forehead on his and he sighed, his breaths coming into tandem with her own. He was finally relaxing and, with a single smile, Alexys reassured him in a gentle tone of voice:
“I’m yours, and, I know you’ll never hurt me on purpose. I trust you, Michael, and love you and only you the most.”
And to that he smiled, the comfort she offered insurmountable as they shared the private moment together.
