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Buddie: A Character Study

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Trans Taylor Kelly Aesthetic

No one comments on the way Judd limps, something for which he is eternally grateful. He doesn’t like thinking about the accident any more than he has to, especially when it comes to his own injuries rather than those of his fallen brothers. Unfortunately, however, between the broken leg and dislocated joints, he has lasting damage. 

It’s not bad, he reasons. He passed his recertification test with flying colors. He survives.

But on some days, the pain is awful. He can’t walk straight because of how badly it hurts, and he wants nothing more than to lay down with some ice while watching shitty TV with Grace. Instead, he gets 24 hour shifts and no ability to treat his pain without alerting his team to the fact that something is wrong. 

He plops down on the rec room couch and leans down to massage his aching leg when someone clears their throat. He looks up to see Marjan holding out an ice pack to him with an understanding, sad smile. 

“My wrist sometimes bothers me really badly too,” she says. “You’re not weak for hurting.”

"I know he's still in there..."

Summary: Nancy runs away, straight into Marjan's arms.

WC: 1.2k | Chapter: 1/13

When Nancy decides what she has to do, it’s late at night some three weeks before her marriage is set to occur. She doesn’t want to get married. She hates humans and their smelly, oily skin. And more than that, she hates men. She’s known, and her parents have known, since she was a young child how much she hates men. And yet, somehow, they thought it was a smart idea for her to be married off to a human man.

There’s no escaping it if she stays, that much she knows. Her wedding dress is half way done already- she knows because every day they make her try it on and work on it as she wears it to ensure that every seam is perfectly flat, every stitch artfully laid. It’s a bright, pure white, inlaid with diamonds and silver so that it gleams with every movement, catching the light in a way that is typical of ceremonial dresses. Her coronation dress, before they decided to give the title to her younger brother, was full of sapphires and amethysts and platinum. Now the dress lies in her closet in wait for his coronation, where she will stand off the side and applaud with a fake smile.

“It’s better for our alliances,” her mother had explained when she told Nancy the new plan. “Our affiliates want a king, and Alaria needs a queen to rule beside their crown prince.”

“I’ve been studying my whole life to be queen,” Nancy argued.

She knows she miscalculated the moment she hits the water. It’s murkier than Marjan thought, making it that much harder to see well enough to rescue the people trapped in their car. She blows bubbles through her nose, slow and steady, as she works to pull open the door on the driver’s side. She can see Mateo’s silhouette through the windows, attempting the same, with much more success than her. He manages, with a crowbar, to pry open the door and reach the passenger. Up they go to the surface. Marjan gives up on her side and swims around to his, making her way over the center console to reach the driver. 

She wishes she could tell him it’ll be okay.

Instead she pulls his heavy body out of the car and tries to get him out, but she hits her head pretty hard on the door frame on her attempt to escape. Immediately she’s woozy and can faintly see a dark cloud in front of her. That’s not good. She tries to swim up but she’s suddenly forgot which direction to go. The person in her arms is struggling. She lets go of them and they vanish, something which she understands is bad but can’t process right now. Her chest aches. Her lungs burn.

She forgets why she’s holding her breath and inhales, only to get a lungful of water. Instantly she panics, trying to cough and struggling. It hurts. She can’t get any oxygen and her vision is going black and she doesn’t know where she is anymore. She’s dying. She watches the dark cloud in front of her move and shift. It grows bigger. Marjan shuts her eyes. 

Then she feels a strong arm around her waist. 

She loses consciousness.

When Marjan comes to, only a couple minutes later, it’s to turn to the side and hack up dirty water, her chest heaving and her breathing painful as she expels the water from her lungs. Nothing has ever hurt this much. She can’t seem to catch her breath and her head is killing her. Once she finishes coughing, she finds herself cradled against a warm chest, strong pale arms around her. Judd. Nancy leans forward to fix an oxygen mask over her face and cups her jaw gently.

“Scared us for a minute there, Marj.”