#oc zavier

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What if I made an alternate universe fanfic where all my ocs across different stories and timelines would become found family somehow

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OC intro: Eva

Eva was crying. She didn’t know when she started crying, maybe she’d always been crying. Maybe it had been days, maybe hours, maybe minutes, maybe only seconds. But as she witnessed her parents death, the length of time she’d been crying didn’t matter.

Her mother was braver than she would’ve been. She’d gone out on her own terms. She knew fighting Quinn wouldn’t work, not when she’s been malnourished for over a year by this fucking cult.

Curse words. That’s one thing her dad taught her before he was dragged to his death. Before Eva had to watch as Quinn stabbed her father until all the blood had left his body, as his struggling slowed, as his screaming stopped. “Words are all you have left to fight, Eva,” he had said to her. “Use them.”

And when Quinn dragged her back to her cell after slaughtering his parents, she made sure to drench his shoes in her tears, made sure that his ears were filled with her curses, her screams, her agony. And when she reentered, there were no longer comforting arms to run back into to hold her tears.

Eva was only twelve. She wanted to be with her friends, she’d do anything to complain about homework again and come home after school to her living, loving, parents. Now they were gone. Now she was an orphan.

Now Zavier was all she had left. Zavier, her brother who she hadn’t seen in over a year, who the cult dragged away so they could use him to hurt people. She’d do anything to hug him again, to see him again. But now she was left alone, with no parents, a lost brother, in a cold, dark, and lonely cell.

She wanted to go home, but there was no longer a home to go back to.

:3

Eva as a little guy ⬇️

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OC intro: Zavier

Zavier crumbles to the ground, reduced to nothing. As he stares through his tears, he sees the corpses.

His mother’s body is clean except for one streak of blood. She died fast. Tried her best to go on her own terms.

His father’s body is a lot messier, filled with cuts and bruises. He went out with a fight. Struggling, screaming.

His sister is his only family left, now. And he had forced her to watch them die. She was only twelve. Eva was only twelve.

Quinn was a monster. Zavier thought he was getting to him, thought he could change him. He couldn’t. He was too far in, too far gone. The cult was his life, Quinn was absolutely loyal to them.

Maybe it was Zavier’s fault. He was the one who tried to run, he was the one who stole the keys, who manipulated Quinn into thinking he loved him enough to betray the cult.

In the end they were still dead, and Eva still in danger. He would listen from now on.

:3

Zavier as a little guy ⬇️