I woke up as Emma Barnes, and immediately, canon was derailed.
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I Am Emma Barnes
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I Am Emma Barnes
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Got temp banned on SB because my fic was too explicit. Hopefully, this site is less strict
One second, I was lying in bed, wrapped in my comfort blanket burrito-style, earbuds in, listening to Sabrina's latest song. My eyes were closed, my body was soft and warm, and my thoughts were just starting to drift off into nothing.
And then I blinked.
And I wasn't in my room anymore.
Everything was wrong. The air was cold and biting, wet against my skin. The ground wasn't a soft mattress but pavement under my feet. My whole body flinched before I could even think. I stumbled backward, the soles of my shoes—wait, my shoes?—skidding on something slick.
It was night. Rain was falling. The sky was heavy and colorless, dim orange light spilling from faraway streetlamps. The alley around me smelled like garbage, wet stone, and something metallic. Something bitter.
I was outside.
Why was I outside?
Why was I cold?
I looked down at myself. Freckled arms. Pale hands that didn't feel like mine. My breath caught. My chest rose and fell too fast, my thoughts tripping over themselves.
And then I looked up.
There were men standing in front of me. Four. No, five. Forming a half-circle, like they'd done this before. One of them had something in his hand, something long and metallic that he dragged against the pavement with a scraping sound that made my teeth hurt. A pipe? A crowbar? A bat? My brain refused to make sense of it.
I didn't want to know.
"Pretty little redhead," one of them said.
He sounded amused, like this was funny to him. Why did he sound amused?
I froze. My heart was pounding. It was too loud in my ears, drowning out everything else. I stepped back again, legs shaking, and slipped. I fell hard, the ground tearing into my palms. Pain bloomed up my arms, but it barely registered. All I could think about was how badly this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
I couldn't even speak. My lips were trembling too much.
Red hair clung to my face, wet with rain and something warm and sticky dripping from my temple. Was that blood? Was I bleeding?
"Leave me alone," I whispered, except it didn't come out all fierce and dramatic. My voice cracked on the words. I sounded like I was about to cry, and worse, I didn't even recognize the sound.
They laughed. Of course they laughed.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, something shifted. A shadow against the darker night. Up high, above the alley. I looked up, heartbeat stuttering.
There she was.
Crouched low on the rooftop, cloak billowing gently in the wind and rain. Her bodysuit was black and skintight, broken only by metal—painted just as black—on her knees, arms, belt. Her face was covered by a hockey mask, smooth and painted equally black.
Only her white of her eyes were visible. It was a scary sight, especially once recognition set in.
Shadow Stalker.
I couldn't breathe.
No. No no no no.
Everything around me dissolved. The rain, the voices, the pain. All I could feel was the world crashing in on itself. That mask. That rooftop. Those eyes.
I knew what that meant.
I knew where I was.
"This is Worm," I whispered.
And then the words spilled out before I could stop them. "Oh God. I'm Emma Barnes."
Shadow Stalker didn't move. She just crouched there, all silent and scary, like some judgmental gargoyle. She was watching me. Just... watching.
She didn't come down.
Because I didn't fight back.
And in canon, Emma fought.
I didn't.
The next three chapters are available on my Patreon, and yes I have a Patreon. But why should you check out my Patreon, you ask? Well, the answer is simple, silly. You want to read all the Yuri fanfic—you can find the explicit one that caused me to be banned on there—I will write before anyone else. And, you want to support me too, I guess.
One second, I was lying in bed, wrapped in my comfort blanket burrito-style, earbuds in, listening to Sabrina's latest song. My eyes were closed, my body was soft and warm, and my thoughts were just starting to drift off into nothing.
And then I blinked.
And I wasn't in my room anymore.
Everything was wrong. The air was cold and biting, wet against my skin. The ground wasn't a soft mattress but pavement under my feet. My whole body flinched before I could even think. I stumbled backward, the soles of my shoes—wait, my shoes?—skidding on something slick.
It was night. Rain was falling. The sky was heavy and colorless, dim orange light spilling from faraway streetlamps. The alley around me smelled like garbage, wet stone, and something metallic. Something bitter.
I was outside.
Why was I outside?
Why was I cold?
I looked down at myself. Freckled arms. Pale hands that didn't feel like mine. My breath caught. My chest rose and fell too fast, my thoughts tripping over themselves.
And then I looked up.
There were men standing in front of me. Four. No, five. Forming a half-circle, like they'd done this before. One of them had something in his hand, something long and metallic that he dragged against the pavement with a scraping sound that made my teeth hurt. A pipe? A crowbar? A bat? My brain refused to make sense of it.
I didn't want to know.
"Pretty little redhead," one of them said.
He sounded amused, like this was funny to him. Why did he sound amused?
I froze. My heart was pounding. It was too loud in my ears, drowning out everything else. I stepped back again, legs shaking, and slipped. I fell hard, the ground tearing into my palms. Pain bloomed up my arms, but it barely registered. All I could think about was how badly this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
I couldn't even speak. My lips were trembling too much.
Red hair clung to my face, wet with rain and something warm and sticky dripping from my temple. Was that blood? Was I bleeding?
"Leave me alone," I whispered, except it didn't come out all fierce and dramatic. My voice cracked on the words. I sounded like I was about to cry, and worse, I didn't even recognize the sound.
They laughed. Of course they laughed.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, something shifted. A shadow against the darker night. Up high, above the alley. I looked up, heartbeat stuttering.
There she was.
Crouched low on the rooftop, cloak billowing gently in the wind and rain. Her bodysuit was black and skintight, broken only by metal—painted just as black—on her knees, arms, belt. Her face was covered by a hockey mask, smooth and painted equally black.
Only her white of her eyes were visible. It was a scary sight, especially once recognition set in.
Shadow Stalker.
I couldn't breathe.
No. No no no no.
Everything around me dissolved. The rain, the voices, the pain. All I could feel was the world crashing in on itself. That mask. That rooftop. Those eyes.
I knew what that meant.
I knew where I was.
"This is Worm," I whispered.
And then the words spilled out before I could stop them. "Oh God. I'm Emma Barnes."
Shadow Stalker didn't move. She just crouched there, all silent and scary, like some judgmental gargoyle. She was watching me. Just... watching.
She didn't come down.
Because I didn't fight back.
And in canon, Emma fought.
I didn't.
The next three chapters are available on my Patreon, and yes I have a Patreon. But why should you check out my Patreon, you ask? Well, the answer is simple, silly. You want to read all the Yuri fanfic—you can find the explicit one that caused me to be banned on there—I will write before anyone else. And, you want to support me too, I guess.
I Don’t Want To Be Emma Barnes
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How can I survive this night, was the thought repeatedly going through my head.
Not how I got here. Not why this was happening. Just that, just survival. That was all I could think about.
My ass burned. My palms stung. My chest felt too tight to breathe right. The rain hadn't stopped, and it was cold in a way that soaked straight into my bones.
The guy with the weapon stepped closer.
My limbs refused to move. I was frozen, trembling too hard to even try to get up. My thoughts were spiraling so fast I couldn't catch them. Every sound—the drip of water from the fire escape, the squish of shoes in puddles, the slow clink of metal against the ground—echoed too loud in my ears.
They weren't backing off. They were closing in.
I didn't know what to do. I wasn't Emma. I didn't have her spine or cruelty or whatever horrible sharp thing she'd brought to bear at this moment in canon. I was just a girl who wrote fanfiction under the blankets after midnight. I was not supposed to be here.
One of them said something, but I didn't hear what. They laughed again. It felt like being kicked in the stomach.
I turned my head, slow and shaky, and looked back up to the rooftop.
Shadow Stalker was still there.
She wasn't coming. Maybe not ever.
Because I hadn't fought back. Because canon Emma had screamed, kicked, tried to run. And I was just lying there, useless, cold, and bleeding.
Do something. Please do something.
My fingers dug into the wet pavement. The metallic taste in the air was stronger now. Like blood and fear and the ghost of something awful just about to happen.
I didn't want to find out what that was.
But I didn't know how to stop it, either.
Was this where I die?
I know this chapter is too short, but don't worry. The next chapters are longer, with the sixth chapter around 1.5k words. And you can read it, along with my other story—a collection of raunchy Yuri scenes featuring our favorite characters—on my Patreon. Please check it out
Not how I got here. Not why this was happening. Just that, just survival. That was all I could think about.
My ass burned. My palms stung. My chest felt too tight to breathe right. The rain hadn't stopped, and it was cold in a way that soaked straight into my bones.
The guy with the weapon stepped closer.
My limbs refused to move. I was frozen, trembling too hard to even try to get up. My thoughts were spiraling so fast I couldn't catch them. Every sound—the drip of water from the fire escape, the squish of shoes in puddles, the slow clink of metal against the ground—echoed too loud in my ears.
They weren't backing off. They were closing in.
I didn't know what to do. I wasn't Emma. I didn't have her spine or cruelty or whatever horrible sharp thing she'd brought to bear at this moment in canon. I was just a girl who wrote fanfiction under the blankets after midnight. I was not supposed to be here.
One of them said something, but I didn't hear what. They laughed again. It felt like being kicked in the stomach.
I turned my head, slow and shaky, and looked back up to the rooftop.
Shadow Stalker was still there.
She wasn't coming. Maybe not ever.
Because I hadn't fought back. Because canon Emma had screamed, kicked, tried to run. And I was just lying there, useless, cold, and bleeding.
Do something. Please do something.
My fingers dug into the wet pavement. The metallic taste in the air was stronger now. Like blood and fear and the ghost of something awful just about to happen.
I didn't want to find out what that was.
But I didn't know how to stop it, either.
Was this where I die?
I know this chapter is too short, but don't worry. The next chapters are longer, with the sixth chapter around 1.5k words. And you can read it, along with my other story—a collection of raunchy Yuri scenes featuring our favorite characters—on my Patreon. Please check it out
This Isn’t A Dream
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I blinked again.
Not because I wanted to. My eyes were burning. Rain mixed with blood and everything stung, but I had to see. I had to know if they were still there.
They were still there. The men. Closer now. My body screamed at me to move, but I couldn't even remember how to stand. I'd fallen so fast. I wasn't even sure I could get up without my legs giving out again.
One of them crouched, like he was about to grab me.
"Stop," I said, but it came out broken, barely a whisper.
He didn't stop.
I tried to scoot backward, palms scraping over loose gravel and dirt. It hurt, but I didn't care. I needed to get away. I needed more space between us.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" another one said.
They were playing with me. Laughing. Like it was funny. Like I was something small and helpless and that made it fun.
My lungs felt too tight. I couldn't breathe right. My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely push myself away. My voice wasn't working. Nothing was working.
I looked up at Shadow Stalker.
And I bit down on my lip so hard it bled.
I wasn't Emma Barnes. I wasn't a fighter. I had no idea how to punch or bite or claw or whatever she did in canon that made Sophia respect her. I didn't even know how to stop shaking.
But I wasn't going to be assaulted here.
I didn't know how much I could change, or what I was messing up by being here, but I knew how this part of the story ended. And if I broke it too badly…
I might not survive at all.
So I did the only thing I could.
I screamed.
It was raw, ugly, high-pitched and wet with panic. My throat felt like it was ripping in half, and it sounded more like sobbing than anything else. But it was something.
The men hesitated, just a second. Just long enough.
Then, a blur dropped from the rooftop.
CRACK.
The closest man went down like he'd been yanked straight off his feet. His jaw hit the ground at an awful angle, and I couldn't even process it because suddenly there was movement everywhere.
She was there.
Shadow Stalker.
Her cloak whipped through the rain. Her mask glinted under the streetlight. She moved like she didn't have weight, like she was more wind than person. Two more men dropped before I even understood what was happening.
Then she vanished.
Phased out.
Gone.
The last man turned to run.
He didn't get far.
She appeared again—solid, sudden, and silent—and drove her knee into his stomach. He collapsed without a sound.
It was over.
Ten seconds. Maybe less.
And then she turned to me. She didn't speak. She didn't move toward me. She just stood there, looking. Her mask didn't show anything either, but her eyes… her eyes were cold. Hard to read, but I didn't have to guess. I could feel what she was thinking.
I was supposed to be strong.
I was supposed to fight back.
She turned her back on me and vanished into the night.
No words. No help. Just silence and rain.
And I stayed on the ground, shaking, because I knew what just happened.
Canon was officially derailed.
You can read the next few chapters, along with my other story—a collection of raunchy Yuri scenes featuring our favorite characters—on my Patreon. Please check it out
Not because I wanted to. My eyes were burning. Rain mixed with blood and everything stung, but I had to see. I had to know if they were still there.
They were still there. The men. Closer now. My body screamed at me to move, but I couldn't even remember how to stand. I'd fallen so fast. I wasn't even sure I could get up without my legs giving out again.
One of them crouched, like he was about to grab me.
"Stop," I said, but it came out broken, barely a whisper.
He didn't stop.
I tried to scoot backward, palms scraping over loose gravel and dirt. It hurt, but I didn't care. I needed to get away. I needed more space between us.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" another one said.
They were playing with me. Laughing. Like it was funny. Like I was something small and helpless and that made it fun.
My lungs felt too tight. I couldn't breathe right. My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely push myself away. My voice wasn't working. Nothing was working.
I looked up at Shadow Stalker.
And I bit down on my lip so hard it bled.
I wasn't Emma Barnes. I wasn't a fighter. I had no idea how to punch or bite or claw or whatever she did in canon that made Sophia respect her. I didn't even know how to stop shaking.
But I wasn't going to be assaulted here.
I didn't know how much I could change, or what I was messing up by being here, but I knew how this part of the story ended. And if I broke it too badly…
I might not survive at all.
So I did the only thing I could.
I screamed.
It was raw, ugly, high-pitched and wet with panic. My throat felt like it was ripping in half, and it sounded more like sobbing than anything else. But it was something.
The men hesitated, just a second. Just long enough.
Then, a blur dropped from the rooftop.
CRACK.
The closest man went down like he'd been yanked straight off his feet. His jaw hit the ground at an awful angle, and I couldn't even process it because suddenly there was movement everywhere.
She was there.
Shadow Stalker.
Her cloak whipped through the rain. Her mask glinted under the streetlight. She moved like she didn't have weight, like she was more wind than person. Two more men dropped before I even understood what was happening.
Then she vanished.
Phased out.
Gone.
The last man turned to run.
He didn't get far.
She appeared again—solid, sudden, and silent—and drove her knee into his stomach. He collapsed without a sound.
It was over.
Ten seconds. Maybe less.
And then she turned to me. She didn't speak. She didn't move toward me. She just stood there, looking. Her mask didn't show anything either, but her eyes… her eyes were cold. Hard to read, but I didn't have to guess. I could feel what she was thinking.
I was supposed to be strong.
I was supposed to fight back.
She turned her back on me and vanished into the night.
No words. No help. Just silence and rain.
And I stayed on the ground, shaking, because I knew what just happened.
Canon was officially derailed.
You can read the next few chapters, along with my other story—a collection of raunchy Yuri scenes featuring our favorite characters—on my Patreon. Please check it out
This Isn’t A Dream
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Emilyyy
Getting some practice in, huh?
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I blinked again.
Not because I wanted to. My eyes were burning. Rain mixed with blood and everything stung, but I had to see. I had to know if they were still there.
They were still there. The men. Closer now. My body screamed at me to move, but I couldn't even remember how to stand. I'd fallen so fast. I wasn't even sure I could get up without my legs giving out again.
One of them crouched, like he was about to grab me.
"Stop," I said, but it came out broken, barely a whisper.
He didn't stop.
I tried to scoot backward, palms scraping over loose gravel and dirt. It hurt, but I didn't care. I needed to get away. I needed more space between us.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" another one said.
They were playing with me. Laughing. Like it was funny. Like I was something small and helpless and that made it fun.
My lungs felt too tight. I couldn't breathe right. My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely push myself away. My voice wasn't working. Nothing was working.
I looked up at Shadow Stalker.
And I bit down on my lip so hard it bled.
I wasn't Emma Barnes. I wasn't a fighter. I had no idea how to punch or bite or claw or whatever she did in canon that made Sophia respect her. I didn't even know how to stop shaking.
But I wasn't going to be assaulted here.
I didn't know how much I could change, or what I was messing up by being here, but I knew how this part of the story ended. And if I broke it too badly…
I might not survive at all.
So I did the only thing I could.
I screamed.
It was raw, ugly, high-pitched and wet with panic. My throat felt like it was ripping in half, and it sounded more like sobbing than anything else. But it was something.
The men hesitated.
Just a second, just long enough.
Then, a blur dropped from the rooftop.
CRACK.
The closest man went down like he'd been yanked straight off his feet. His jaw hit the ground at an awful angle, and I couldn't even process it because suddenly there was movement everywhere.
She was there.
Shadow Stalker.
Her cloak whipped through the rain. Her mask glinted under the streetlight. She moved like she didn't have weight, like she was more wind than person. Two more men dropped before I even understood what was happening.
Then she vanished.
Phased out.
Gone.
The last man turned to run.
He didn't get far.
She appeared again—solid, sudden, and silent—and drove her knee into his stomach. He collapsed without a sound.
It was over.
Ten seconds. Maybe less.
And then she turned to me. She didn't speak. She didn't move toward me. She just stood there, looking. Her mask didn't show anything either, but her eyes… her eyes were cold. Hard to read, but I didn't have to guess. I could feel what she was thinking.
I was supposed to be strong.
I was supposed to fight back.
She turned her back on me and vanished into the night.
No words. No help. Just silence and rain.
And I stayed on the ground, shaking, because I knew what just happened.
Canon was officially derailed.
You can read the next chapters—I promise they are longer—on my Patreon. Please check it out
Not because I wanted to. My eyes were burning. Rain mixed with blood and everything stung, but I had to see. I had to know if they were still there.
They were still there. The men. Closer now. My body screamed at me to move, but I couldn't even remember how to stand. I'd fallen so fast. I wasn't even sure I could get up without my legs giving out again.
One of them crouched, like he was about to grab me.
"Stop," I said, but it came out broken, barely a whisper.
He didn't stop.
I tried to scoot backward, palms scraping over loose gravel and dirt. It hurt, but I didn't care. I needed to get away. I needed more space between us.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" another one said.
They were playing with me. Laughing. Like it was funny. Like I was something small and helpless and that made it fun.
My lungs felt too tight. I couldn't breathe right. My fingers were shaking so hard I could barely push myself away. My voice wasn't working. Nothing was working.
I looked up at Shadow Stalker.
And I bit down on my lip so hard it bled.
I wasn't Emma Barnes. I wasn't a fighter. I had no idea how to punch or bite or claw or whatever she did in canon that made Sophia respect her. I didn't even know how to stop shaking.
But I wasn't going to be assaulted here.
I didn't know how much I could change, or what I was messing up by being here, but I knew how this part of the story ended. And if I broke it too badly…
I might not survive at all.
So I did the only thing I could.
I screamed.
It was raw, ugly, high-pitched and wet with panic. My throat felt like it was ripping in half, and it sounded more like sobbing than anything else. But it was something.
The men hesitated.
Just a second, just long enough.
Then, a blur dropped from the rooftop.
CRACK.
The closest man went down like he'd been yanked straight off his feet. His jaw hit the ground at an awful angle, and I couldn't even process it because suddenly there was movement everywhere.
She was there.
Shadow Stalker.
Her cloak whipped through the rain. Her mask glinted under the streetlight. She moved like she didn't have weight, like she was more wind than person. Two more men dropped before I even understood what was happening.
Then she vanished.
Phased out.
Gone.
The last man turned to run.
He didn't get far.
She appeared again—solid, sudden, and silent—and drove her knee into his stomach. He collapsed without a sound.
It was over.
Ten seconds. Maybe less.
And then she turned to me. She didn't speak. She didn't move toward me. She just stood there, looking. Her mask didn't show anything either, but her eyes… her eyes were cold. Hard to read, but I didn't have to guess. I could feel what she was thinking.
I was supposed to be strong.
I was supposed to fight back.
She turned her back on me and vanished into the night.
No words. No help. Just silence and rain.
And I stayed on the ground, shaking, because I knew what just happened.
Canon was officially derailed.
You can read the next chapters—I promise they are longer—on my Patreon. Please check it out