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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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inspirational ~ corpse husband

word count: 1589

request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

masterlist (one, two)

Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

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yeetwinchester2 · 3 years

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The Son He Never Got...

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter!reader, Bucky Barnes x Rogers!reader (platonic), Peter is there but no real relationship between the reader and him.

Warnings: abandonment-ish??, ✨daddy issues✨, angst, more angst, thoughts of not being good enough, blah blah blah, I think you get it. steve's not really the good guy here. Bucky fluff

Requested: yes/no "Prompts 1, 2, 13 and 14 with Steve Rogers x daughter!reader" #1: "Why would you do that?” #2: “I can’t believe it...” #13: “I hate you.” #14: “Go to Hell.” I don't think I included all of the quotes that were requested... but they'll be there in the next part or two.

Summary: When a boy named Peter Parker shows up as a new recruit, Steve starts spending more time with him. The reader notices, but Steve doesn’t. Bucky is helpful :)

A/N: Thank you for the request!! This is (maybe) the second request that I’ve actually completed :) I hope it's alright!!

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Turning off your alarm, you get out of bed and get dressed for school. Today you were supposed to have a father-daughter date with your dad after school. You decided to wear a plain black flowy shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and your white Doc Martens.

Throwing you backpack over your shoulder, you head down to the kitchen to get some breakfast and tell everyone good morning before you leave for school. "Mornin' everybody! Hey, dad. Did you pick out where we're going today?" you say with a toothy smile.

"Hey, sweetheart. What're we going out for, again?" he sounded confused, but you just ignored it.

"For our father-daughter date, dummy." you said, jokingly punching his arm. Not that it'd hurt him. He's a super soldier for crying out loud.

"Oh, yeah. About that... We're gonna have to reschedule our dinner tonight, hun. We can do it another night. The team and I are going to meet the new recruit tonight. You should meet him too!" he was rubbing the back of his neck, hoping that you wouldn't be too upset.

"But we've always had our dates on the first Friday of every month. We can't just skip this month!" He's not seriously going to reschedule dinner because of a new recruit... he wouldn't do that to you, right?

"I know, I know. Can we please just have dinner another night? This new recruit could be some serious help for the team."

"Yeah, okay. Whatever. I've got to get to school. I'll see ya when I get back." He's seriously gonna choose the recruit over me, his own daughter? No, maybe it's just more important than I realize.

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"Y/n, its probably nothing. Maybe he just needs to talk to some new people. Being stuck in ice for 70 years and all, he doesn't have many friends," your friend, Milo, tries to reason.

"The recruit is my age. He's a highs schooler. My dad isn't gonna make friends with some high schooler. I don't know. I guess we'll just wait and see." It's nothing, he needs to get to know the recruit anyways...

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After a long and tiring day at school, you get home to see you dad and the new recruit going over what you're guessing is paper work.

"Hey, dad. Hey, new recruit. It's nice to meet you, I'm y/n." you say, holding a hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Parker Peter. I-i-i mean, Peter Parker." he says with a wide smile. You can see his cheeks become a little more red.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Peter. How long do you think you'll be staying tonight? I can't have you stealing my dad from me already!" you say, jokingly. The three of you let out a short laugh.

"I'm not sure. I guess I'll leave once I've gotten the tour and we've gone through all of the paper work." Peter says. Why does he need a tour? He's only here to train, right?

"Sounds good! I'll be in my room if y'all need anything." you say, adding a fake smile. Turning around, you head to your room. The rest of the night, you do nothing but homework, completely forgetting about Peter.

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The next few days consisted of the same exact thing. You'd eat breakfast, go to school, come home and greet your dad and Peter, and go do homework. Had your dad asked you how your day was during the few days? Not once. Had he asked Peter how his day was? Yep. Did your dad ask if you needed help with homework? Nope. Did he ask Peter? Of course he did. Every day. I can't believe it... Is my dad replacing me with Peter? No, he's just helping him out, right? Right.

The next day was Wednesday, which meant you got to workout with your dad and Peter. 'Oh boy. I get to train with two abnormally strong superheros. Yay.' you thought sarcasticly. You went about your day as you usually do. On the way home from school, you texted your dad to let him know you might be a little late because of traffic. You When you got home, you changed into workout leggings and a sports bra, and headed to the gym where you usually meet your dad for workouts. You then realized that your dad hadn't texted you back. When you walk into the gym, you figured out why. Him and Peter were already halfway through the workout that y'all were supposed to be doing together.

At this point, you're starting to realize that your dad is actually replacing you with Peter. Peter's like the son he never got. He's been pushing you and the plans you've made to the side. He's been making Peter his priority.

Walking up to the two sweaty guys, tapping them on the shoulders to get their attention. "Peter, I hate you. No offense though. It's not your fault. Dad, can I talk to you? In private, please?" You do hate Peter, but not because he did anything wrong. He didn't. He's a real good kid. But he's you dad's favorite now. He replaced you, but he didn't know it. So, by default, you hate Peter.

"Hey! Don't talk to Peter like that! He didn't do anything wrong. You can't just walk in here and tell him you hate him. That's not how it works," he practically yells. Your dad never yells at you. The harsh reaction cause tears to swell up in your eyes.

"Dad. I need to talk to you. In private. Away from Peter."

"It can wait. Let us finish what we were doing. Then, we can talk. Got it?" he said sternly.

"Yes sir." you say, holding back tears that you knew would fall as soon as you turn around. And you were right. As soon as you turned around to go to your room, the tears fell, and they wouldn't stop. It only got worse when you got to your room. Forgetting to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof your room, you continue sobbing, yelling every now and again. Bucky, in the room next to yours, heard your crying.

Bucky was always there for you. He had been since the day he met you. His face when he found out Steve, THE Steven Grant Rogers, had a daughter. You and him have been close ever since. He's more like a best friend than an uncle if you're being honest. You go to him for everything. Well, almost anything. You hadn't told him about what was going on with you and your dad. You knew he'd be pissed about how your dad was treating you and go argue with him about it. You didn't want to make a big deal of it or anything at first, in case it was nothing.

Bucky, hearing you crying, run out of his room and to your door, softly knocking on it. "Y/n? Hun? Can you please let me in? It's Bucky."

You slowly stand up and walk towards the door, opening it. Looking up at him, with red eyes and mascara running down your checks, you move back to the bed. Bucky closes the door and sits next to you. "You wanna talk about it?" That's always the first question either if you ask when one of you is in this kinda situation.

"I don't know. I don't know, Buck." You lean into his shoulder, crying again.

"That's okay. Take your time, y/n/n. I'll be right back." he says, standing up from the bed. You see him walk into your bathroom, knowing exactly what he's doing. The two of you have a good routine for these kinda nights. It's usually always the same, but it works. When you're crying like you are now, you get horrible headaches. So, Bucky will always get you some ibuprofen and water to help. When he gets back from the bathroom, he hands you a two small pills and a glass a water. Without a second thought, you swallow the pills and some of the water. You thank him and set the glass on your nightstand. Pulling the covers up over your shoulders, you lay back down.

"Thank you.."

"Mhm. Are you gonna sleep first? Or talk? You know we're gonna talk about it at some point."

"I know, I know. Can I sleep right now? We can talk about it another time. I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, of course. But you're not getting out of it, and I'm not giving you the whole 'Its not healthy to keep it all in' lecture. You've heard it enough, so have I."

"Thanks. Mucho appreciated, old man."

"No problem, kiddo. Get some rest, we'll talk tomorrow. 'Night, sweetheart."

"Night, Buck."

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A/N: Cool. This is part one of this. Yes, I will (eventually) finish part two of Excuses. I have no idea when, but eventually. Same goes for part two of this one. But I really like this first part, so I think it'll continue. Thoughts? I hope y'all like it :))

#steve x daughter!reader #steve x daughter #steve x reader #steve rogers #marvel x reader #marvel #peter parker #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #fanfiction

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sulphuryasecretcloset · 3 years

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What if...10b

Okay, so this ‘epilogue’ became... a monster. I decided to split chapter 10 into two parts because it was already so big, and, uh, yeah, now I’m splitting 10b into three parts. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ENABLE ME, PEOPLE. Your lovely comments, your kind reblogs and support turned this from what was supposed to be no more than 4 chapters into 90 000 word ramble.

*ahem*

So part 10b is Dulcy POV, 10c is chaotic everyone POV, and then there will be a bonus part for someone who didn’t get to join Dulcy and Dav’s little family.

What if Dulsissia hadn’t died, what if she had grabbed Corin and fled? What if she met Davarax? What if…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10a

Epilogue; Dulcy

“We’ll be back later, dad!” Corin exclaims from where he’s standing next to Din in the doorway, eager to call Davarax that at every occasion he can find.

Davarax nods and gives a light wave to the two teenagers about to step out of the house they have rented on this obscure, little planet and head into the nearby town. (Having picked up a bit of Motti credits makes things a lot easier.) “Duly noted, son.”

The slight smile on his face tells Dulsissia that Davarax is well aware of Corin’s need to constantly reaffirm their new relationship and indulges him with never-ending patience. But what she also notes is how Din hesitates half a second while Corin turns to leave and she sees there is hurt in his dark eyes as they linger on Davarax.

That evening, while Barthor wraps up his conversation with his father via the holo-communicator, Davarax holds Raga back until the boy is done and the line is free for her to call her parents.

Dulsissia glances after Barthor shuffling back towards their house, helmet held low and shoulders slumped. Just like during previous calls, his parents show close to no interest in their son and he is equally disappointed every time. “Dav?”

Davarax turns his attention away from Raga and over to Dulsissia. “Yeah?”

“Why don’t you adopt the others too? Like you did with Corin?” Her heart breaks every time she sees these children with sadness in their eyes and Davarax is the one who always brings smiles to their faces.

Sighing, Davarax leans against the door frame. “It’s not that easy…”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, Paz and Raga have their families. The Saxons are… unique, but they love her. And Dez, well, I hope that maybe he’ll come to his senses.” Davarax looks over at Barthor’s retreating shape as well. “Barthor… I might have to talk to him about it.”

Dulsissia frowns as he doesn’t mention the most obvious one of all; “What about Din?”

“Din…” Davarax looks down at the floor. He looks guilty. “I messed that up. Big time.”

“He’d forgive you in a heartbeat.” Dulsissia declares. “He worships you.”

“Maybe.” Davarax replies, not sounding convinced. “But I don’t deserve his forgiveness. And after what he’s been through, I think Din needs to be allowed to hold on to his roots before another adult tries to pressure their identity on him.”

What that boy needs is a father, Dulsissia thinks, but before she can voice her thoughts she’s distracted by someone shouting. Looking over, she sees Raga’s mother in the holo-projector screaming at someone out of sight before turning back to focus on her daughter again.

“What was that, Raga? You said something about how many push ups? You’re up to what now?”

“Fifty-”

“PUT THAT DOWN!” Raga’s mother bellows to her right and then makes a frustrated grunt and reaches out to grab someone. “Here. Talk to your brother. I have to murder your other two brothers for a bit.” She steps away and a smaller Mandalorian with a green helmet takes her place.

“Raga. Still ugly I see. You really should have kept the helmet on.”

“Sioben. Still a moron, I hear. I was kind of hoping dad had followed through on his threat to dropkick you into space.” Raga counters. “Paz taught me some new tricks. I’m going to kick your ass when I see you again.”

Sioben shakes his head. “I don’t know why he puts up with you. He could have anyone he wants, he’s a huge badass ‘and’ a Vizla. I can’t think of a single reason why he lets you stick around.”

“Don’t hurt your brain trying to think.” Raga snarls.

“At least I have a brain. Unlike you.” Sioben fires back.

A hand appears and smacks into Sioben’s helmet and he goes toppling out of sight and Raga’s mother appears again. “Listen, I have to go. I’m a bit busy here. Say hi to Davarax from me. Be careful out there, Raga. Byebye.” The woman’s holo-image dissolves and she’s gone.

When Raga walks out of the room, Dulsissia reaches out and touches her shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“What for?” Raga asks with a huge grin. “Didn’t you hear that? She didn’t yell at me once!”

Dulsissia looks over at Davarax with a look of slight belief while the girl walks away, humming happily and he can only offer a weak shrug in return.

And on the subject of Paz and Raga...

While there are still sides to the Mandalorian culture that are still a mystery to her, Dulsissia remembers more than enough about what it was like to be a human a teenager to see what is happening there.

The two have been drawn together as friends since they were small children, as far as Dulsissia understands. They always gravitate towards each other. If you see one, odds are good that the other is nearby or about to appear. And Dulsissia feels both compassion and amusement as she sees the growing awkwardness as a different kind of attraction between them starts to enter the picture.

Dulsissia tries to hide her laughter when she sees Raga pretending to need a water break but only so she can let her gaze roam all over Paz as he continues his intense training next to her. Raga has always been climbing him like a jungle gym, but these days it brings a flush to her cheeks when he holds her close or play-wrestle with her, and Raga even smiles in her sleep the times she drowses off with her head resting on his chest. It’s a shame she seems unable to voice what she feels.

This leads to the seething anger in Raga’s eyes when Paz mindlessly flirt with the local girls and basks in their attention. An anger which causes her to pick fights with Din and the others, violent fights that always ends badly for at least one of them and Davarax has to patch them up while trying to calm Raga down.

At the same time, with a stealth worthy of admiration, Paz’ gaze discretely seeks out Raga with an interest and longing he doesn’t show any of the local girls desperately trying to hold his attention. His attention trail along her curves, he flushes at glimpses of her skin and it is kind of cute how he’s only happy if Raga is happy.

Unfortunately Paz seems too insecure, which is absurd, to actually show how her how he feels.

His temper is as bad as Raga’s, though, which causes Paz to one day actually punch a hole in a wall. He flat out refuses to explain why he’d done it, even when Davarax wraps up his bleeding hand and asks in a frustrated voice what is going on with him, but Dulsissia accidentally overheard earlier when Raga agreed to go out on a date with a suitor of her own and suspects that is why.

“I’m going to help them.” Dulsissia declares one morning after Raga had managed to draw both Din and Corin into a vicious brawl the previous evening, just after Paz had gone out to meet some girl.

Davarax grunts, half-asleep on his stomach with his face partly burrowed into the pillow. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

She sends him, or his back to be more precise, a dry glance. “Are you kidding me? Those two? If someone doesn’t help them along, it’ll take yeeaars.”

Davarax snorts a laugh. “At your own peril, cyare.”

Dulsissia thinks about all her excellent work as a matchmaker back on Seswenna. That included family ranks, politics and enough credits to buy a minor planet. These are two teenagers. She’s got this.

It’s a delicate mission. First Dulsissia establishes through a little research that there is absolutely no doubt that these two feel the same and are just too emotionally constipated to do something about it, then she goes to work on them separately. Hints, questions and light nudges.

It takes a surprisingly short time for them to admit to her what she already knows, but neither is willing to make the first move.

“Why not go for it?” Dulsissia eventually asks..

“I don’t think he/she thinks of me that way…” Raga/Paz replies. Her face bright red as she half-heartedly trains defensive moves with Dulsissia one sun-soaked day. Him with quiet sadness when Dulsissia delivers some clean laundry to his room one evening.

“I think you’d be surprised.” Dulsissia teases and winks.

After that, they become a little braver. Instead of just friendly bickering, Raga and Paz both add a little intent and teasing to their interactions, and that eventually develop into outright flirting.

During training Davarax sends Dulsissia a dry look when Paz, instead of following through with his attack, merely keeps his hands against the wall, fencing in the grinning and uncharacteristically passive Raga and hovers there with a slight smirk of his own. Davarax rolls his eyes when Raga, after flipping Paz over and have him land on his back, simply straddles his stomach and pretends to hold him down with her hands on his shoulders instead of following through with her attack and Paz, also uncharacteristically passive, looks like he’s enjoying himself more than anything else.

Dulsissia regrets nothing.

Barthor is in heavy denial, Din wrinkles his nose and Corin is incredibly oblivious as Paz and Raga keep inching their way closer to what they both dream about having. They push things as far as they can go and then some, before one of them finally dares to cross the line...

Sitting next to each other on the stairs behind the big battle arena, Paz and Raga had decided to sneak outside the building instead of staying with the others to watch the final game. Usually they both live and breathe for such big fights, but for some reason it seemed more tempting to sneak off like this.

They sit in this dark back-alley, her shoulder bumping lightly against his upper arm, talking.

It’s silly. They see each other every day, they talk every day, and yet they struggle to look at the other right now. Words tumble a little awkwardly. Hearts thump hard.

Then there is a huge cheer from the crowd inside the arena and Paz looks over at Raga. She looks back over at him, and after a moment of hesitation, he cautiously leans towards her.

Raga’s eyes light up. Oh. But just as she lifts her chin a little to meet him, giving him an unspoken invite, Paz abruptly loses his courage and quickly withdraws to stare down at the ground again.

Raga exhales, disappointed. Suddenly her eyes flare with angry annoyance and she thumps her shoulder against his arm, and when he looks at her, she quickly leans over and presses a brief, hard kiss to his lips. After that, she’s the one to turn to stare at the ground while heat burns in her face.

Stunned, Paz stares at her. He stares for what feels like a small eternity, then he slowly reaches out his hand, touches by her jawline and eases her into facing him again. And that is when he finally has the courage to lean over, his fingers still resting on her skin, and ever so softly touches his lips to hers.

It’s a gentle, trying thing. Raga draws a shivering breath, her lips trembling a little as well but soon they move to meet his as he cautiously coaxes a response from her.

After a little while, Paz pulls back and scans her face for her response.

Raga grins.

That makes him smile as well.

Dulsissia is obnoxiously pleased. Declaring herself the matchmaking champion.

Davarax only regrets not stopping her when stolen kisses in secret between the two becomes public make-out sessions. Truth be told, he wouldn’t have minded if had taken yeeeaars before he had to see that.

But he draws the line of having to watch it in their house. Entering the living room and finding them at it again, Davarax kicks at the sofa, making them jump apart. “Tongues in separate mouths when I’m around. Not negotiable.”

Paz flushes deep red. Raga glares.

And Dulsissia wonders who she can match up next...

While Dulsissia’s stop on Seswenna had resulted in them having a nice amount of credits to use on their family, Davarax knows they won’t last forever and he’s too used to support his family to stop, so he takes on the occasional job. And it’s easier now than before Dulsissia came into his life.

It’s strange not be be constantly exhausted. It’s even stranger not to have nightmares any more but wake up in the mornings with a sigh of satisfaction or even a smile on his face.

His favourite jobs are the ones where Dulsissia joins him. She’s come far from the helpless beauty he’d met what feels like a lifetime ago. Now she’s a deadly beauty. And the sight of her in Mandalorian armor is the best bonus he’s ever gotten on a job.

This is an easy contract. Just head up to a damaged cargo ship floating just above the planet, pick up the shipment and bring it to the owner on the surface. It’s the rumours of pirates in the area that makes them want to hire a couple of Mandalorians.

The ship is where it’s supposed to be, there are no signs of pirates, and Davarax does the mistake of thinking this mission will go without a hitch. He and Dulsissia board the ship and walk towards the cargo hold to secure their target.

It is years of experience combined with quick reflexes that saves Davarax’ life when something drops from the ceiling in the hallway. He jolts backwards and sparks fly as something sharp slides across his breastplate. Davarax tries to lift his blaster to fire at his attacker, but a boot kicks his arm and the shot goes wide.

It becomes a wild dance of attacks launched at him, sparks flying again and again when his armor takes the brunt, and he frantically back-pedals to stay alive. A streak of yellow spins in front of him and Davarax gets his arm up just in time for the vibro blade to impale it instead of his throat. The pain rages through him and instinct makes Davarax turn to the best weapon he has in such a close encounter; a harsh kov’nyn.

His opponent collapses while he stumbles backwards and clutches his arm. The blade is still vibrating and sending waves of agony through him while tearing more of his flesh. He yanks it out, fighting back the intense urge to scream with pain, unable to respond right away despite hearing Dulsissia calling out his name in fear.

Once his eyes clears again, Davarax realizes Dulsissia is by his side and trying to make him let her look at his arm and he sees the crumpled shape on the floor.

A skinny Twi’lek youth around Raga’s age. Her skin under layers of dirt looks to be pale yellow, her clothes are rags and even unconscious she looks angry.

Well, that was unexpected.

“She’s just a kid.” Dulsissia whispers with quiet disbelief, wrapping his arm.

“I was too busy trying to keep her from cutting my throat to notice.” Davarax rumbles, twitching slightly when Dulsissia tightens the bandage. His heart softens. “I wonder what her story is...”

Her name is Zev’sonya and she’s anything but friendly. Sure, his own kids have a habit of baring their teeth every once in a while, even at him, but this one? She’s outright hostile and extremely dangerous. And while his kids’ trust in others has been severely damaged, hers is non-existent. Whatever her story might be, she’s not telling them anything beyond her being on her own.

Davarax has absolutely no idea how Dulsissia manages to persuade the girl to come with them.

It takes over a standard week to make her stop trying to kill and rob them. A lot longer for her to actually trust them, especially Davarax.

Zev’sonya and Raga end up in a fist-fight two minutes after the initial introduction. Paz watches her with some cautiousness but he’s not unfriendly. Barthor avoids her like the plague. Corin is terrified of her and claims she keeps stealing the blades in the house. (Dulsissia knows he’s right as she keeps retrieving them from the twi’lek’s room.)

The only one she instantly connects with is Din, who seems to share her way of communicating in as few words as possible and have no fear of her scowls.

They renew their rent on the house and Davarax recruits Din to help build a couple of sheds and do some repairs on it.

After a scorchingly hot day, emerging from the refresher room, Dulsissia saunters over to the big bed in their room where Davarax is reading something on his datapad. She crawls into the bed and rolls over to face him with a dramatic sigh. “Dav? Cyare?”

“Mmh?” He replies, not looking up from his datapad.

“I’m hungry…”

Davarax lowers the datapad and reaches out to run his hand gently over her hair. “What are you in the mood for?”

“There’s leftovers from dinner...”

She rarely asks him to bring her things because she knows he will stop whatever he’s doing and get it and she doesn’t want to abuse that kindness. But this is a special occasion. After he’s padded out of the room, she slides the medical scanner out of her pocket and places it on his side of the bed.

A few minutes later, Davarax comes back with two plates. “Food for my love. And I brought some sweets for dessert too. Might as well make it a proper meal when we’re dining in bed.” He hands her one of the plates with flourish.

She leans up and gives him a kiss, which he is very pleased to accept, and waits as he circles the bed to get in on his side.

Davarax frowns a little when he sees something in his way, reaches down and picks it up so he can settle in his spot again. “This yours?” He holds it out to her.

Sighing, Dulsissia fails to hold back a smile. “Look at it.”

He studies the device but the numbers on the screen doesn’t make sense to him. Davarax glances over at her again, now a little worried. “A medical scanner? You’re not sick, are you?”

She shakes her head, losing the battle against a bubbling laugh. “No. Look at it, silly.”

Davarax looks again. “I’m looking, but what am I supposed to…” Finally the information on the screen makes sense to him and what it means. His gaze snaps back at her. The plate in his other hand is completely forgotten. “Y-you’re…? Are you…?”

Taking a bite of her food, Dulsissia nods and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I’m pregnant.” It’s almost funny how happy she is with this fact. After Corin was born, the mere thought of having another baby offended Dulsissia after she had come to realize that was the only reason why Macero wanted her. But that was in the past. Things are so very different now.

Davarax nearly drops his plate, only his quick reflexes prevents him from spilling it all over the bed. He cautiously, but as quickly as possible, places his plate on the night-stand so he can hold on to the medical scanner with both hands, reading the information once again. “You… You’re sure?”

“You’re looking at the evidence, mister. I scanned ten minutes ago.” She takes another bite, endlessly amused by the whirlwind of emotions visibly rushing through him. He keeps wobbling back and forth between intense happiness, paralysing fear and blind excitement. It is so painfully sweet to see how much he wants this. “Breathe, baby.” Dulsissia advices.

Davarax gulps down some air, then puts the scanner aside and turns all of his focus on her. “Are… are you okay? Do you need me to do anything? What do I do?”

Laughing a little, even more charmed by him being so uncharacteristically clumsy and helpless, Dulsissia glances over at him. “I thought Mandalorians were experts on children. They didn’t teach you about how this is going to work?”

Davarax hesitates and then he reaches out and touches her hand. “Sort of, but all I care about is what you need me to do. Weapons and flowers, remember?”

Dulsissia feels the usual wave of warmth and adoration when Davarax is his sweet self and she curls her fingers around his. “I remember. And we’ll work this out as well.”

That seems to reassure him and his shoulders relaxes a little. Enough so that she lets go of his hand and goes back to eating. Maybe it is just knowing she’s pregnant again that makes her so hungry, but at least it is a very valid excuse to indulge.

Davarax is silent. Too silent.

After a while, Dulsissia has to laugh again as she realizes what he’s doing. He’s staring at her stomach. “There is nothing noticeable going on there quite yet. It’s too early. You’re going to have to be patient for a while before things get exciting for you.”

Davarax gives a tiny shake of his head. “This is already one of the most exciting things I’ve ever been a part of.” He looks like he’s about to say something more but loses courage.

“What?” Dulsissia asks, taking another bite of her food.

“Can I…?” He lifts his hand a little in a mute request.

Stars above, she loves this man more than she thought was possible. Dulsissia lets out a soft laugh. “There’s nothing much to feel right now, like I said, but… if you want to, go ahead.”

Davarax inches closer, reaches out further and cautiously places his hand on her stomach, below her bellybutton. His hand is warm and so very careful and lingers there for a while. “Hey, you…” Davarax eventually says in a quiet voice, a little strained with emotion. “Welcome to the family.”

Dulsissia doesn’t make a sound as the first tears trail from her eyes, overwhelmed by how right this feels, how much she loves him and their unborn child and their beautiful family. This time, she knows, this time everything will be perfect.

When Dulsissia tells him, Corin is incredibly excited to become a big brother. Paz declares he’s mighty pleased their clan is growing, sounding like the adult he now looks like despite still not having enough years on his back to deserve that title in Dulsissia’s eyes, and the other Mandalorian youngsters eagerly agree with him. Davarax looks a little awkward when they start talking about how they can create a Covert of their own at the pace their clan is growing.

Half an eternity later, when the evening comes where she feels the first barely noticeable change, Dulsissia calls Davarax over and slides his hand over her stomach. She feels him shiver and he looks at her with breathless awe. She has to laugh and then kisses that look off his face.

A little over six standard weeks after that, Davarax feels the first curving before she notices herself, on a sleepy morning when he, as usual, runs his hand over her stomach.

Corin and the other boys hover near her with innocent curiosity and watch the development with bright fascination, while Raga and Zev’sonya stay a little more in the back and observe with cautious interest.

When Dulsissia really starts showing, that is the point where Davarax’ self-control starts slipping. He has tried his hardest to act normal, yet now he becomes downright clingy. Others might have gotten a bit annoyed with the man’s behaviour, but Dulsissia knows the sadness of going through this with someone who doesn’t care, who can’t even bother to be there, so she happily suffers through his tactile presence.

Dulsissia even has to hide tears one evening when he inches close, runs his hand over her stomach yet again and softly hums a Mandalorian lullaby to their restless child.

Then she gets even bigger and Dulsissia realizes she’d forgotten this part. She gets grouchy, her feet aches, her back aches, everything aches, she has to pee all the time, she can barely get up if she does the mistake of sitting down, she can’t sleep like she wants to, and Dulsissia decides the thought of delivering the child isn’t all that bad if she can just get back to normal, please!

It is all worth it when the time comes after seven hours of hard work and sweet, sweet pain killers, and Dulsissia gets to meet her daughter as she’s placed in her arms.

She is absolutely beautiful and perfect in every way and so very, very loved!

Looking up at Davarax by her side, Dulsissia is both crying and laughing at once. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Davarax, pale as a sheet, nods with a look of awe on his face.

Allowing herself another moment of holding their child, admiring her, kissing her, Dulsissia makes herself look up at Davarax again. “You want to hold her?”

To her surprise, he hesitates and looks like he’s about to take a step away. Catching himself, Davarax remains where he is and tries to remember how to speak. “I… Are you sure?”

Laughing a little, Dulsissia is far too exhausted to untangle the mystery of his mind at the moment. “Of course I’m sure. She’s your daughter too.”

“It’s just…” Davarax reaches out a cautious hand only to withdraw it before he can actually touch the wailing baby. “I don’t know how. I mean, I don’t want to hurt her. I-I’ve never held a baby before. She’s so tiny, Dulcy.”

“She’s tougher than you think.” Dulsissia replies, then turns a little to make it easier for him to pick up the baby. “Support her head, careful with the neck, like that, yeah… Perfect.” She leans back, exhausted and strangely enough a bit hungry, but for the time being she is satisfied to just take in the sight of her husband and their child connecting.

“Hello, ik’aad.” Davarax looks nervous, awkward and absolutely devastated by the intense adoration he feels for the still screaming bundle in his arms. The baby really do look tiny in his embrace, fragile even, but that doesn’t prevent her from aimlessly raising her tiny fist in what looks to be a threat.

Mandokarla from the birth.

Dulsissia sees how tears well up in Davarax’ eyes and he leans down to place a feather-light kiss on the baby’s head.

Corin is staring wide-eyed at the baby and eagerly reaches out when his mother eases her over into his arms.

“Say hello to your new sister.” Dulsissia says in a quiet voice, hoping not to wake the sleeping baby.

Din hovers over Corin’s right shoulder and reaches out to ever so gently run his fingers over the dark tufts of hair on her head. “She’s cute.”

“So tiny…” Paz observes, hovering over Corin’s left shoulder, sounding a bit worried.

“She’ll get bigger, idiot.” Barthor mutters, tilting his helmet as he studies the baby too.

“Are… are you okay?” Raga asks Dulsissia while the boys block the view to the new arrival.

Smiling, reaching out a hand and curling her fingers around Raga’s when she takes it, Dulsissia gives her a reassuring nod. “I’m fine, baby. Corin gave me a lot more trouble than this one.”

Corin blinks and looks up to focus on her for a moment. “I did?”

Dulsissia nods. “Yeah, you were not inclined to come out to greet the world. It took over two days to persuade you.”

“Two days?” Raga blurts out, with no small amount of horror.

“It sounds worse than it was.” Dulsissia reassures her. “Without the pain meds I’m sure it would have been a nightmare, but with them, it’s mostly just uncomfortable and boring.”

“Two days and you still decided to have another child?” Davarax asks from where he is hovering in the background.

“Well, yeah.” Dulsissia shrugs. The amount of joy her son has given her was well worth it. And without him she would never have broken free from her golden cage, so, no, she had not hesitated to do it all over again. Her daughter is already worth it too. “Zev. Baby. Come say hello. Don’t just hide over there.” She waves the Twi’lek over and fails to see everyone there stare at her with the kind of awe saved for the most impressive of Mandalorian warriors.

They call the baby Nemi.

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #What If #Dulsissia Motti #Davarax #Teenage Corin #Fearsome Four #Mandorin AU

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bluejayblueskies · 3 years

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57 for Jonmartin or What the Girlfriends, if you're still taking the kiss prompts?

kiss prompt list!

57 - Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

i did wtfgs! missing scene from mag 199, in which melanie and georgie discuss the plan.

cw for mentions of killing, apocalypse

Ao3 link in source!

Georgie’s restless. Melanie can hear the rhythmic clink of the lid of the lighter being flipped open and then shut, again and again and again.

After a few minutes, Melanie sighs and reaches over, casting her hand about until it connects with the warmth of Georgie’s and she feels the press of cool metal against her palm. “Hey,” she says, wrapping her fingers around Georgie’s and squeezing gently. “Everything okay?”

Georgie’s quiet for a moment. Then, she lets out a long, heavy sigh and says, “It… is it strange to say that it all feels too easy?”

Melanie hums and leans back against the wall, letting her shoulder knock against Georgie’s. “We could use something easy. God knows things have been difficult enough already.”

“That’s a word for it, I suppose.” Georgie’s voice has that upward tilt that it always has when she smiles. Melanie gets the feeling that it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t know though, Melanie. Burn the Archives and kill Magnus? After everything, it just feels…”

“Anticlimactic?”

Georgie huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess? I don’t know, I… I suppose I just expected something a bit more dramatic.”

Dryly, Melanie says, “Planning to cast fear incarnate into another reality doesn’t do it for you, then?”

Georgie’s hand stiffens in Melanie’s for a moment before going slack. The cool press of the lighter leaves Melanie’s skin, and Melanie hears one more click before there’s a rustle of fabric and her hand, now empty, returns to Melanie’s. “It’s not that. It’s just…”

Georgie’s quiet for a long moment. Melanie squeezes her hand, threads their fingers together, and waits. Finally, Georgie’s shoulder moves against Melanie’s—a shrug—and she says, “What comes after?”

“After this? Less screams-of-the-damned and more birdsong-and-sunshine, I imagine.”

Georgie laughs, a bit humorlessly. “After fear. When it’s over, will… will people still know how to be afraid? I don’t know if these things were born from fear, or if they are fear, but if they’re gone—gone for good—do you think they’ll take it with them?”

“Huh.” Melanie lets out a long breath, her thumb rubbing circles across the back of Georgie’s hand. “A world without fear. That’d be something.” Then, a second later, it clicks, and Melanie’s hand tightens around Georgie’s. “Oh. You’re wondering if… if it’ll be like what happened to you.”

Georgie sighs. It’s a profoundly weary sound. “Yeah. It’s not really… it’s not the same? It feels a bit like my fear was… I don’t know, consumed. Until there was nothing left to give. If letting the Fears go means that terror is ripped from people, I- I don’t know if that will help or if it’ll hurt.” Quieter, she says, “It’s not… I’ve never liked it. Not being able to be afraid. Sure, it’s- it’s nice not being trapped in one of the hells, but it… it feels wrong, somehow. To- to be surrounded by so much fear, and to not be able to understand, not really.”

“Ah.” Melanie steps away from the wall, turns so that she can reach forward and find Georgie’s other hand, holding it tightly in hers. “Well, as someone who can feel fear, I can tell you that it feels like shit. But I… I get it. And I’m sorry.”

Georgie makes a grateful noise. “Yeah, well. One step a time, right? Burn the Archives, expel the Fears, let the world return to normal, and then we can worry about the rest.”

“One step at a time,” Melanie echoes. She releases one of Georgie’s hands, rests it against her cheek, lets her thumb brush against the corner of Georgie’s mouth, and leans forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. Georgie lets out a small sigh and rests her free hand against the junction of Melanie’s neck and shoulder, her fingers brushing against the tightly-woven braid she’d done up a few days ago. They linger there for a long moment, and Melanie ignores the stubborn voice in the back of her mind that reminds her that they’ll have to be in close proximity to the gas main when it ignites and that there are things crawling around the tunnels near there and that while Georgie might not be afraid, Melanie very, very much is.

It’ll be fine, she tells herself. They’ve made it this far; they can last one more day.

Eventually, Melanie pulls back, rests her forehead against Georgie’s, and whispers, “Be safe, okay? I hope this works. I hope that everything goes according to plan and that you don’t have to- to go off to be the plan B. But I… I don’t think it will, because god knows we’ve never been that lucky in the past. So promise me you’ll be safe, okay? We never got to try that new Hungarian place you were talking about, and I really want to go on a real, proper date without all of… this hanging over us.”

Georgie’s laugh ghosts against Melanie’s lips. “Honey, you don’t like Hungarian food.”

“Yeah, well. We all make sacrifices for the people we love. I figure suffering through a bit of overly-salted goulash is the least I can do.”

“I’m touched.” Georgie presses another chaste kiss to Melanie’s lips, her mouth curved into a smile, before pulling back and giving Melanie’s hand a firm squeeze. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Melanie squeezes Georgie’s hand in return, just as firmly. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Melanie gives Georgie the warmest smile she can with nerves still thrumming red-hot underneath her skin. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep. Unsurprisingly, arguing about which shitty plan is slightly less shitty than the rest has me knackered.”

“Yeah, well, that’s par for the course by now, I suppose.”

Melanie’s smile this time is a bit bitter around the edges. “Yeah.” Then, fighting against every pessimistic and hopeless instinct within her, she says, “But not for long.”

Georgie rubs her thumb along the back of Melanie’s hand, exhales slowly, and says, “Right. Not for long.”

#tma #the magnus archives #melanie king #georgie barker #wtgfs #my writing #my fic

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sir-subpar · 3 years

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(Yet another Yandere Toppat Charles x Henry oneshot!)

I Want Names.

Henry was excited to be on this mission. He was finally allowed to join the other Toppats without Charles giving people death stares, but it wasn't going quite as planned. It was just a raid, how had it gone this wrong? It didn't matter at the moment, they needed to escape the guards. That was the new goal. Run. Henry ran with various other Toppats, he was at the rear, firing his hand gun at the guards pursuing them. Dave was in front of him, and Rupert was at the very front, guiding the trio to the exit. Their pursuers fired their guns as well, the Toppat group was outnumbered and outgunned.

They rushed to their escape vehicle, Rupert rushed to the driver's seat as the other group members climbed in. Henry stayed at the rear, doing his best to cover for them. The vehicle raced off, heading to their planned pick up spot so they could get back to the safety of the airship. Henry tried to fire his gun, only to find it was out of ammo. Sh*t. Before Henry could think of another way out of the situation he heard a BANG followed by pain in his side. Henry howled in pain.

"Oi Henry! You alright!?" Rupert yelled after hearing Henry's pained yell. "Yeah! Yeah! I'm fine! Just drive!" Henry replied, he looked at his new wound. It was a deep gash, not lethal, but it was bleeding quite a bit. The bullet had grazed him. He had to cover it, not just because it was bleeding, but also so Charles wouldn't see it. He couldn't let Charles know about it. If he did, Charles would insist on treating it, meaning he'd have to see his body. Sure, Henry and Charles had been getting closer, heck, they shared a bed. But Charles hadn't seen Henry shirtless before. Henry hadn't let him. Luckily with Rupert's driving, and Dave's remaining ammo, they managed to get them away from the guards and to safety.

Henry searched the van for something to cover his wound. Rupert continued to drive, Dave tried to help, but they didn't have a first aid kit. "Please don't tell Charles about this." Henry pleaded quietly. Dave nodded. He didn't want to face Charles. Dave looked around the van for something to help Henry cover up the vast in his side. Eventually he found a scarf and a spare black shirt. Not much, but it'll do. Dave handed the scarf to Henry, as he wouldn't let Dave help treat the wound. The scarf was large enough to wrap around his torso with no problem. After he finished tying the scarf he put on the extra shirt. It was a bit big. Perfect. Less likely to show any blood. Now he just had to wait until they got home, and avoid Charles long enough to properly patch up the wound himself (ok, maybe it wouldn't be "properly" done, but it would still be better than this). Henry's breathing was hard. His side hurt. Bad. How was he gonna hide this? He couldn't- no he had to. He couldn't let Charles see his wound. Who knows what Charles would do to Rupert or Dave if he saw Henry injured? "Oi, we're here. Boss says the airship's on its way." Rupert's voice brought Henry back to focus. "Can you walk? Do you need help?" Dave asked, concerned. "I'll be fine. Besides, if Charles sees me limping he'll probably go off on you two." Henry replied. Charles was still very protective after all. Well, it was really more possessive rather than "protective" but that was beside the point. He was dangerous when it came to Henry. He had to protect Rupert and Dave. They were the closest thing to friends that Henry had in the clan, he had a hard time socializing with the other members thanks to Charles' yandere nature. Now all they had to do was wait, and hope that the Toppat leader wouldn't notice Henry's wound.

…

Charles nearly tackled Henry with a hug. It took every ounce of Henry's willpower to not react to the pain in his side. "Hello Henry! My absolute treasure! Welcome home." Charles gave Henry a kiss on the forehead. "H-hi Charles.." Henry replied, this was going to be harder than he thought it would be. "Sorry the mission didn't go as well as we hoped." Henry apologized. Charles still had his arms wrapped around him. "Oh don't worry about that Henry! You're home again. That's what matters. We'll try again some other time." Charles replied sweetly, nuzzling the top of Henry's head. Henry bit his tongue, trying not to show any reaction to the pain in his side. He had to get actual bandages for it before it soaked through his shirt and scarf. "Henry, my love, are you okay? You look like you're about to throw up." Charles asked. Henry thought about it. If he pretended to feel sick, he could probably use that as a cover up for his injury. All he had to do is say that he wanted to go lay down. Perfect. "Y-Yeah, uh, I'm feeling a l-little queasy. Think I ate something bad. I'm gonna go lay down." Henry mentally cursed at himself for stuttering, and started making his way to their room, moving slowly to seem ill (wasn't hard, since he was already in pain). "Oh Henry, I'm sorry you don't feel well. Here." Charles said right before lifting Henry off the ground and carrying him bridal style. "Let me take you there so you can rest a bit more."

Henry couldn't help but flinch as Charles carried him. His side was starting to hurt pretty badly. Now he once again had to struggle to hide the pain. Damn it! Why did Charles have to be so attentive!? Henry didn't reply, if he started making up excuses Charles would get suspicious. How was Henry supposed to treat and hide his wound now? He had to think of something, and fast too. He could feel the gash on his side bleeding through the scarf, it was only a matter of time before it bled through the shirt too.

Charles carried Henry through the door of their shared bedroom, and gently placed Henry on the bed. "Do you want me to get you anything, love?" Charles asked, holding Henry's hand. "Uh. N-no.. I just wanna lay down. You should probably check on Rupert and Dave though. It was a rough mission and they might have gotten hurt." Henry replied. That was a reasonable excuse, right? Charles was the chief after all, it would make sense to do so. All Henry could do was hope Charles would take the bait and go. That would give Henry the chance to find their first aid kit. "We have a medic on the ship. They know their way around. They'll be fine." Charles replied dismissively. "Don't worry about them dear. They can manage. Just worry about you right now." Damn it. Why was Charles making this so difficult? "I-I'll be f-fine, I just need some rest." Henry said, hoping it would be enough to make Charles give him some time alone. "Alright, I'll just put the mini trash can by the bed just in case, and you just try and sleep this off. Okay Hen-hen?" Charles asked, Henry nodded, worried that if he spoke, he'd make it easier to tell that he was in pain. Charles did as he promised, placing the little garbage can within arm's reach for Henry. Then he gave him a kiss on the forehead, and made his way to the door. Stopping to say something before leaving. "How about I get the kitchen staff to make some soup for you? Maybe that can help. Then I'll come back and nurse you to health!" He offered, waiting for Henry to reply. Henry took a deep breath, doing his best to keep his voice steady. "S-sounds good. T-thank you."

"Okay! I'll be back when it's done. Love you!" Charles said excitedly, then left. The metal door closing behind him. Henry waited for a few minutes, then slowly got up off the bed. His side stung from the movement, urging him to stop. He had already pushed it so much with his stalling. Nevertheless, he continued to move. He made it this far without Charles noticing, might as well finally patch himself up. He limped towards the bathroom and found the first aid kit. He took it and moved back onto the bed. Henry took a shuddering breath, and started pulling the supplies he needed out. He held his side, with one hand, grabbing the materials with his free hand.

"Hey Hunny-bunny! I just realized that I didn't even ask what kind of soup you- Why do you have the first aid kit out?"

Henry froze. Sh*t. What was he supposed to do now!? Charles quickly dashed towards Henry, cupping his check, looking at Henry frantically. "Where are you hurt? How bad is it? Who hurt you!?" Charles then noticed Henry gripping his side. He reached for the bottom of Henry's shirt, only to have Henry push his hand away. "Hun. I'm trying to help. Let me see." Charles said, his tone slightly stern. Henry started to panic. "No! I'm fine! Don't!" Henry tried to back away from Charles but his movements were sluggish. The Toppat leader only got closer. Charles gripped Henry's wrists, preventing him from backing away much further. Charles was much stronger in comparison to Henry's slightly malnourished body, but Henry still tried to get away. Charles pinned Henry down, using his legs to hold Henry's together. Immobilized. Henry could only squirm in attempts to break free. "Henry, why are you so against me looking? I just wanna help! What's got you so panicked?"

Henry didn't reply.

"I'm gonna take a look." Charles let go of one of Henry's wrists, and started pulling Henry's shirt up with one hand, stopping just beneath Henry's ribs. He raised an eyebrow at the scarf wrapped around Henry's stomach. Charles slowly let go of Henry's other wrist, then unwrapped the scarf. It was damp with Henry's blood. Charles looked at Henry's exposed side and belly, the bloody, dripping, red gash on Henry's right side caught his attention. Henry gave up on trying to stop Charles, it was too late. Henry shut his eyes, but otherwise didn't move. He felt bad for his friends.

Charles too, was stunned into silence, but he had a job to do. Charles grabbed the first aid kit, immediately working to clean the wound. He fully removed Henry's shirt to make his job easier. Henry flinched here and there as the peroxide stung, but he let Charles work. When the injury was clean, he bandaged it. Careful not to make it too tight or too loose. After all that, silence. Charles stared at Henry's exposed chest. He was thinner than Charles had realized. His ribs stuck out slightly. His body was littered with so many scars it was as though he was wrapped in barbed wire. Each of them stuck out like a sore thumb. Charles looked up towards Henry's face. Henry still had his eyes closed, and his head was facing away from Charles. Was this why Henry was so freaked out by Charles' help? Was someone threatening him? Who hurt him? Nobody hurts his Henry and gets away with it! Nobody. He was gonna get to the bottom of this. "Henry… please look at me." Charles waited a few seconds as Henry's eyes fluttered open. "Why didn't you tell me that you were hurt?" Charles asked, he wanted to hear Henry's reasoning before taking action. He had to be sure. "I… I didn't.. Want you to be mad." Henry replied, his tone a mixture of shyness and worry. Charles felt a pang in his heart, he didn’t want Henry to feel uncomfortable around him. He adored him. Charles moved to lay down by Henry's uninjured side, he wanted to cuddle. "Henry… I don't want you to feel the need to hide things like this. You're the love of my life. You have nothing to be ashamed of… I could never be mad at you for something like this. I'll worry, but I won't be mad. Just… don't hide these things from me." Charles paused, gently gripped Henry's hand, and kissed Henry on the cheek. Charles rested his hand on Henry's chest, gently touching the scars that wrapped themselves around Henry's torso. His hands caressed Henry's protruding ribs. His touch was so gentle and full of care, Henry could feel his nerves calming down.

"You should eat more, Hen-Hen. You're a little malnourished. We have plenty of food you can eat, you don't have to live like you're barely scraping by again." Charles said as he continued to inspect Henry's chest.

"I know… old habits die hard I guess." Henry replied, not sure how else to respond. He knew Charles was right. He was hungry most of the time, and he knew it was a problem. "Henry…"

"I know, Charles. I know."

There was a little pause between them. Then Charles stood up, and approached their closet. Charles pulled out one of Henry's comfy sweaters and handed it to him. After Henry put the sweater on, Charles cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his precious little treasure.

"I'm doing this because I love you. You know that, right Hen-Hen?"

"Yeah. I know."

"I also do THIS because I love you!" Charles exclaimed. "H-Huh?" Henry questioned, just before suddenly being smothered by an onslaught of Charles' kisses. Charles kissed Henry's forehead, cheek, and neck. Henry couldn't help but giggle at the sudden sweet affection, as well as the tickling sensation his love's lips gave him. Henry squirmed slightly, he was too ticklish for this! "C-Charles! Hahaha! S-stop! Haha!" Henry laughed, his half-hearted protests did nothing to stop Charles's cuddly attack. Henry's nerves continued to ease. Charles wasn't a monster, he could be dangerous, but he was still sweet deep down. Even if Henry was the only one who really got to experience such sweetness.

Charles eventually stopped tickling/kissing Henry, there was still something important to tend to. "Hey Hen-Hen, I gotta do something important, but I'll be back! Do you want me to bring you anything when I come back?" Charles asked. Henry pondered it for a moment, he was pretty hungry… "Yeah, actually. Can you bring me something to eat? Like a sandwich or something?" Henry requested. "I can bring you more than a sandwich! We have tons of great stuff on the ship. Is there anything else you want?" Charles asked excitedly, he could do so much more for the love of his life! Henry chuckled, unsure of what he wanted food wise. "Uhh… surprise me?" Henry said, unsure of what he wanted when it came to food. Charles buried his face into the crook of Henry's neck. "I'm gonna spoil you to death!" He said excitedly, before giving Henry one more kiss, and leaving the room. "Love ya Hen-Hen!"

"Love you too Charlie."

…

The door closed behind Charles. His cheerful expression had snapped into one of stern rage. He wasn't done yet. He needed to talk to Rupert and Dave.

When Charles walked through the halls asking about the whereabouts of two clan members, the other Toppats immediately knew someone was in trouble. After a little searching, he found the two men in the infirmary. Rupert immediately knew that this was bad news. "Hey Rupert. Dave." The two men stared at their leader. Dave shifted uncomfortably under his boss's gaze. Rupert decided to speak up first. "Hey boss. Is something wrong?" Dumb question, it was obvious that Charles was pissed, but he hoped approaching the situation with calmness would prevent it from getting worse. "I'd like to know what happened out there. Henry came home with a sizable gash in his side and I'd like to know why it happened. Care to explain?"

Rupert tensed. So he did see Henry's injury. Of course he did. At this point, Rupert wouldn't be surprised if he found out his boss tracked Henry's breathing patterns. "Well… things kinda went south and he was grazed by a guard's bullet when we tried to escape in the truck. I was driving. Dave tried to help Henry as best as he could, but we didn't have a first aid kit. We didn't want Henry to get hurt either, boss." Rupert explained, it wasn't their fault Henry got hurt. It could've happened to anyone. To Rupert's surprise, Charles seemed to calm down a tiny bit. "I see… Dave. Do you remember which guard shot Henry?" Charles asked, now focused on him rather than Rupert. "I-uh." Dave started nervously. "N-no, sir. There was a lot going on, and I-I didn't even know Henry was hurt until he screamed and uh…" Dave stammered, seemingly getting more nervous the more he spoke. "So you don't remember who shot Henry?" Charles asked sternly. "...no sir.. I uh, vaguely remember what the group looked like but I don't know the exact uh, culprit." Dave replied nervously. "Do you remember their faces? If I showed you a picture of them, would you be able to tell me who was there?" Charles asked as he leaned towards Dave slightly. Dave was shorter than him, and already intimidated by Charles, so this just scared him more. "U-uh, m-maybe?" Dave's response was unsure and clearly frightened. "Hmm. That might just have to do… New mission!" Charles exclaimed. Catching the attention of several Toppats. "I want all the employee files for that facility. I want names and faces. Do you understand?" Rupert and Dave nodded, at least they weren't the ones on their boss's chopping block now.

"Now, I have to get some food

for my sweet little Henry." Charles' stern demeanor broke into a loving one for a moment. Then his sternness returned. "I'll be back later to further discuss your new mission. See ya then."

Just like that, he left. Rupert turned to Dave. "Damn. How does Henry deal with that all the time?" Dave shrugged. "Who knows?"

#stickvin #henrles #henry stickmin #charles calvin #yandere toppat charles #yandere charles #yandere #oneshot

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Road Trip (Ch.2)

All it took was one sign. One sign to get his kids to talk over each other and beg Tony to take the next exit to the county festival and that's what he did. What was the sign? The top part of a ferris wheel. That he didn't even see until he drove another mile. The excitement was so contagious that even Lucy squealed happily and Tony really had no choice after that. It was a good excuse to get out of the car and spend some time doing something else besides getting uncomfortable in a cramped car.

He just knew the kids would be getting back in the car later with too much sugar in their systems. Tony doubted Stephen would stop them as long as they didn't consume enough to give themselves stomach aches. The second he parked, the older kids started unbuckling and climbing out of the car to stretch and let Athena out.

"Hey, hey, it's not going anywhere you guys." Tony says as he turns off the car.

"It's not that." Thomas makes a face.

"I think Lucy got a little too excited." Cassie laughs and Tony sniffs.

Oh yeah. The car didn't smell like that five minutes ago.

"Oh dolcezza. You are your mother's daughter." Tony sighs.

"Excuse you?!" Stephen says as the kids cackle.

"You know I'm kidding. I'll change her." Tony laughs as he gets out of the car and walks around to join the kids at the side door.

"You wouldn't have had a choice." Stephen grumbles, getting out and taking the wallet Tony hands over to him. "I'll go buy the tickets."

As Stephen walks away, Athena dutifully follows him, and Tony digs Lucy out of her car seat after laying down the portable changing pad on the floor of the car. Diana and Valerie had climbed out beforehand and went to stand with either Cassie or William and from what he could catch from Diana's excited rambling, she already had plans on what she wanted to do. The kids would probably split up a little but he knew Diana and Valerie would be safely supervised so he wasn't worried about losing any kids. Tony was still a little surprised that Valerie was okay with the idea of staying with William, but it was good. Her attachment to the younger twin was (very) slowly helping her not rely on Stephen's presence which would be extremely helpful when she was old enough for school.

Tony had a feeling Diana and Val would eventually be pawned off on Tony and Stephen so the teens could do their own thing without having to worry.

"Okay, Lulu." Tony says as he picks up the freshly diapered infant and holds her against his shoulder. "Let's go find a trash can to dispose of your biological warfare."

"There's one by the entrance." Stephen says as he approaches them again and holds out the tickets and some money for each of them. "Don't give yourself stomach aches and keep an eye on your sisters. We'll get together for lunch around 2."

"Thanks Mom!" Harley says and the kids grab their tickets.

All except Valerie who looked confused when Stephen didn't have one for her.

"You don't need one darling." Stephen says with a smile. "You get to go in for free. Are you going to be with William?"

"Yes Mama."

"Okay. Be good for him."

"She always is." William says and picks up the toddler. "Come on. We'll go see if they have face painting."

Tony chuckles as the kids take off, shouldering the diaper bag before closing and locking up the car. He and Stephen head for the entrance as well, and only then does he notice Athena with her service vest on. Probably a good idea. It was unlikely pets were allowed, but they weren't going to leave her in the car, so the vest would let her in with no questions asked. She was legally licensed as a service animal anyway. With how much their family had gone through, anxiety and PTSD were unfortunately a part of their lives. At the very least.

But they had a good handle on that so the worst case scenario would be that they really did lose a kid in the chaos, and Athena would be able to sniff them out.

"I need to dispose of the evidence." Tony reminds Stephen, and the sorcerer chuckles.

"Right over there." Stephen motions with his hand, and waits for Tony to come back before saying, "we probably should have all put some sunscreen on."

"I think there's some in the diaper bag. We'll snatch the kids as we see them and apply it with a mop."

Stephen snorts. "I think we should ban Lilo and Stitch for a while. There have been too many references."

"What are you talking about?" Tony asks.

"Stupid head, Pudge, applying sunscreen with a mop--" Stephen says while ticking off his fingers.

"Two of those were Diana." Tony points out.

Stephen chuckles as they walk through the front gates of the fair and they both kind of reel back from the amount of noise they walk into. Even with seven kids and living in New York, some things just couldn't fully prepare them for the variety of noises the fair had. Carnival rides, kids screaming, those people at the rigged games trying to attract a sucker out of their allowance...and it all fascinated Lucy. Well, her fascinated look consisted of looking over Tony's shoulder while drooling on it, but she was unbothered. Not even the sudden noises startled her. She did have six older siblings that were pretty noisy.

"Just a second." Stephen suddenly says and Tony rolls his eyes when the sorcerer seems to grab Thomas out of thin air. "Sunscreen please."

"I'm too fast to get sunburned." Thomas says.

"Did you get that idea from Pietro? That's not how it works." Stephen huffs and takes the diaper bag from Tony to place it on a nearby empty table and dig out the sunscreen.

A full thing of it to Tony's surprise. Though he probably shouldn't have been. Stephen was on top of things like that and it still amazed him that the sorcerer could keep up with that kind of stuff. Stephen really was a mom...or maybe his eidetic memory had a hand in it? Maybe both.

"Thank you." Stephen says once Thomas is finished. "Send your brothers and sisters our way if you see them."

"Okay, okay!" And Thomas was gone in a flash.

"You know, just last year, he and William would have cowered at the thought of sassing you." Tony says as he sits down at the table.

"I'm glad that's not the case anymore." Stephen says as he squirts some sunscreen into his hands, then starts applying it to Lucy. "Can you get her hat out of the bag?"

"Yup."

Tony grabs the bag, doing his best to dig through it with one hand, and finally gets his hand on a yellow sun hat with bears. He immediately places it on Lucy's head and helps rub in the rest of the sunscreen on her face.

"I don't remember buying the hat."

"That's because it's from Pepper." Stephen says.

"When did she give it to us?" Tony asks, kissing Lucy's cheek when she's properly protected from harmful sun rays.

"I think you were in the lab with Thomas figuring out something with his suit."

"Oh yeah."

It took a little while, but they eventually got a hold of all of their kids to apply the needed sunscreen, William and Valerie surprisingly being the last. As William promised, they had found a face painting stand and now the little girl's cheek had a group of stars on it. William even helped carefully apply the sunscreen so it wouldn't ruin the paint but she would still be protected, and then they were off again. It really made Tony and Stephen happy to see a teenager willing to spend time with a two year old for so long. But then again, Valerie was almost always so well behaved and adored William almost as much as her mother. Tony wondered if Lucy would follow one if the older kids like a duckling when she was a little older too.

"Tony!" Stephen exclaims. "Don't give her that!"

Tony looks at Stephen and smiles. He had gotten up to buy some cotton candy and came back, giving Lucy a tiny piece. No bigger than the nail on his pinky finger. Of course she loved it and opened her mouth for more…and of course Tony obliged her.

"It won't hurt her. It'll dissolve and I'm not giving her anymore." Tony brushes him off and holds out the cotton candy to Stephen.

"What are we going to do about lunch?" The sorcerer sighs.

"Uh... the closest thing to healthy I've seen were burgers or corn dogs." Tony replies, looking around.

Stephen grimaces. "Not the greatest choices but the kids won't want to leave to find a diner."

Tony snorts. "They'll be fine."

"Hey, Mom!" Peter walks over with an enormous teddy bear and sets it on the bench next to Stephen, with Cassie and Diana close behind. "Got you something."

"Are you taking lessons from your father? I heard about the rabbit from Pepper." Stephen rolls his eyes.

"I'm kidding. Lucy can have it." Peter laughs and leans over the table to grab the baby's foot. "She doesn't have one yet right?"

"If that thing falls in her, we'll never find her." Tony says as the other four kids finally join them, and he hands his wallet to Peter. "Hamburgers or corn dogs. That's what you guys have to choose from."

"Hamburger." All of the kids say in unison and Peter shrugs.

"Makes that easier for me."

He kisses Cassie's cheek as he turns and grabs Thomas's wrist to drag him along to help, and the rest of them sit down and wait once Harley and Cassie pull a second picnic table closer. Peter knew how everyone liked their burger so their lunch arrived pretty quickly without Thomas running it over. Both boys came back with their arms full of burgers and then made a second trip to bring cups of lemonade for everyone. They ate their lunch with loud conversation to be heard over the noise of the fair, and then when they were finished, the older kids (sans Thomas) took off again to do their own thing. Diana was content to hit the games with Thomas for a little while, and Valerie was happy to stay with her parents and sister.

"You've got some ketchup." Stephen mumbles and wipes Valerie's cheek with a napkin. The unpainted one. "How's your hamburger?"

"Yummy."

"Did you have fun with William?"

"Uh-huh. Took me up there!" She points at the ferris wheel.

Stephen and Tony smile as the sorcerer digs out Athena's bowl and places it on the ground before filling it up with some water Harley had gotten from a food stand before he left with William. Of course they had fed her too, but Stephen had to discreetly retrieve her meal through one of his gateways since there wasn't a good chance of finding some decent meat at the fair. Stephen sort of spoiled his wolf.

"We'll give them a couple more hours to enjoy the fair before we hit the road." Tony says. "We need to find a place to stay the night."

"There's a hotel in town. We can let the kids stay until they're either ready to go or it starts to get dark." Stephen says.

"It'll give them time to digest all the crap they ate today, I guess." Tony nods. "Works for me."

"Maybe we'll find somewhere decent to eat for dinner. Some place that sells salad." Stephen says and Tony laughs.

"Sweating grease over there Duchess?"

"I feel disgusting."

"You get first dibs on the shower." Tony cackles. "No matter how many rooms we end up with."

"Watching the kids eat those hamburgers…" Stephen rubs his eyes. "I need to eat five salads."

"Might as well get one of those deep fried Snickers bars then."

"They have that and you're telling me now?!"

Tony laughs again when Stephen gets up from the picnic bench to go searching for a stand that made his chocolate treat. They were at the fair so it only made sense to join in on eating ridiculous amounts of junk that would possibly clog their arteries and make up for it later with salad for dinner.

"Get me one too!" Tony calls after him.

#stephen strange #ironstrange #supremefamily #tony stark #mama bear stephen strange #mama bear au

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re1d · 4 years

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closure to those who need it | spencer reid

→ summary: after a tough case, all spencer needs is you. → warnings: mentions of murder, nothing too graphic, mentions of nudity, oh and cavity inducing fluff → word count: 2.3k → a/n: based on no.60 from the prompt list ; “you’re so warm.” “you’re so cold.” “mmh. that’s why i like your warmth.” // bro this fr one of my favorite things i’ve written omgg

Spencer is desperate for this case to end. He’s been looking at pictures of the same four crime scenes for far too long, and all he wants to do now is see your face. JJ watches him as he ponders a million things at once whilst staring out of the Georgia precinct’s windows. Walking over to him, she places an affectionate hand on his shoulder, coaxing him into looking at her. She offers her best friend a small smile, and he returns it with a tired one. “Have you talked to [Y/N], lately, Spence?” His silence is the only answer she needs, and her voice is gentle as she continues, “Maybe it’s time to?”

Nodding, he reaches into his pocket and makes his way to your contact easily. JJ’s eyes are still on him as she cautiously returns back to the rest of the team. It’s obvious he’s operating on autopilot, not completely conscious of his body’s movements. The phone rings. Once, twice, three times. A pang of worry cracks open the previously unresponsive doctor, and intrusive thoughts fly through his mind. What if something happened? What if you were hurt and no one was there to—?

“Spence? What’s up? Are you on your way home?” Your voice is a calm rain. It floods him with relief while bringing him back to life. A breath he hadn’t realized he was holding falls from his lips. He can hear the confusion over the phone, and he thinks that he should probably say something, but he can’t bring himself to. The line is silent as the two of you merely soak in the presence of each other, not necessarily needing words at the moment. Eventually, Spencer breaks the silence with a simple request.

“Can you just talk to me, [Y/N]? About anything, I don’t mind—I just need to hear more of your voice.”

The question takes you by surprise. Your boyfriend sounds exhausted, but not just physically exhausted—mentally, too. Deciding against asking about the case, you begin to talk. Moving from topic to topic aimlessly, wandering alongside Spencer in a muddled mess of everything that had happened in the week he’d been gone. “ ... I didn’t feel it, but apparently there was an earthquake not to far from the apartment. Can you believe that, Spence? I know I couldn’t. I was actually out with Izzy when it happened. Oh! While we were out, we went to this shelter and, God, I saw the cutest kitten ever to grace the face of the Earth. Like, this little thing could fit in your hand, it was that small. She was a tiny tortoiseshell, and for some reason—she made me think of you. I don’t really know, she just had this pensive look in her eyes. Just like you, you know?”

A reluctant grin plays on his lips, and Spencer finds himself so captivated by you that he neglects the feeling of the fond stares of his teammates. Their gazes rest on him as they pack their bags and briefcases. Seeing him happy after a tough case makes their hearts swell, even if they’ll never admit it. “You’re comparing me to a cat?” His chuckle is deep as it resonates in your ear, “I don’t know how to feel about that, [Y/N].”

“Well, it was extremely adorable, so I’d encourage you to feel honored, Spencer Reid.” Your remark makes him laugh even more, and the certain warmth you feel when you’re with Spencer spreads throughout your body. However, all fun has to come to an end, and you become ten times more serious. And somehow, Spencer can feel it. “Spence ...” You trail off, unsure if his answer will be what you want to hear, “When will you be home? Do you want me to put some tea on for when you get here?”

“We’re packing up now, love. The plane is supposedly already on the tarmac—I’ll be home in about two hours,” he pauses, the thought of seeing you again causing him to choke up, “And yes, tea sounds great. Thank you.”

Smiling at your screen, you hum happily, getting up and moving to the kitchen to start boiling the water. “Call me when you get on the road, okay? I love you, Spence.” The tone of the phrase is calm, but each time it left your mouth, you wanted to scream it from the top of Mount Everest. Putting the water on, you don’t expect a response. It had been over a year and Spencer still couldn’t bring himself to say the three words, but it didn’t bother you that much. He didn’t need to say them for you to know.

“I’ll see you when I get home, [Y/N].” He’s forever grateful that you never pressure him into saying anything he doesn’t feel ready for. But this time, when he presses the end call button, an emptiness forms in the pit of his stomach. As he’s perusing various scenarios that could play out once he got home, three soft raps against the door of the interrogation room he’s in startle him from his thoughts.

JJ’s face glows with a special endearment saved only for Spencer, and she waves him over. “Plane’s waiting, Spence. It’s time to go home.” Those five words almost send him into a fit of body-racking sobs. He’s so unbelievably thrilled to get out of Georgia that he just about forgets his sweater. JJ slings her arm over his shoulder and squeezes him into her side. Accepting the hug with a thankful glance, Spencer walks with her out to the vans and spends the entire car ride staring out the window. He wonders if he would remind you of the kitten in that moment as well.

The plane ride passes as fast as a fly stuck in molasses. Spencer tries to sleep, to forget the recent happenings, but he can’t seem to get the bodies out of his head. Each time he closes his eyes, he sees only blood and agony—everything is red. So, he decides not to close his eyes anymore.

However, as soon as the wheels touch the ground—time seems to flash before his eyes. He says his goodbyes and within minutes, it seems as if he’s at his apartment door, fumbling in his messenger bag for his keys. You beat him to it, though, opening the door to him still searching. “Don’t tell me you were in such a hurry that you left your keys in Georgia,” you laugh, leaning on the door frame. His gaze snaps up to meet yours, and instantaneously, they brim with tears. Your eyebrows rise and you grunt as he practically crashes into you.

Spencer buries his head into your shoulder, and before his arms circle around your waist, he slams the door shut—no doubt earning you both a noise complaint. He weeps into the crook of your neck, trying to pull you closer with each breath he takes in. Your hands rest on both his neck and the back of his head. Whilst rubbing gentle patterns into his scalp, you whisper sweet nothings into his ears. Eventually, you pull away to keep him at arms’ length, and a look of bewilderment crosses his features.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Cupping his cheeks, you brush away his tears with your thumbs. His swollen eyes bore into yours as he nods, heading towards your bedroom.

Faintly, you hear him getting undressed and you rush to pour two cups of tea. Giggling to yourself, you heap sugar into one cup and pour a ton of milk in the other. Careful not to spill the drinks, you race into your room and see Spencer completely naked. Tonight, it’s not sexual—it’s loving, tender, kind. You head to the master bathroom and place the glasses on the counter top while reaching over to run water. Slipping out of your day clothes, you step back over the threshold and meet Spencer’s eyes with an encouraging smile. The atmosphere in the room is neither heavy nor light; you feel at home. It’s the perfect amount of pressure that moves you to hold out your hands for him to take. He follows you wordlessly to the tub and climbs in. Spencer has the urge to ball up and cry again, but once you sit down behind him, it virtually dissipates.

He allows his eyes to flutter closed when he feels you scrubbing shampoo into his hair. “[Y/N]. There’s something I need to tell you,” he attempts to control the tremor in his voice, but you notice it nonetheless. You wait patiently for what he has to say, moving your hands down to his shoulders and massaging soap into them. He can tell you’re trying to wash away the horrors he’s been put through, and although both of your know that it won’t work—it certainly helps. He inhales deeply, preparing himself mentally for what he’s about to say. Turning his body to face you, he pushes a piece of your hair from your face with wet fingers and smiles.

“[Y/N], I-I—I love you.”

All of the sudden, there’s no breath in your lungs. Spencer has stolen it for himself, along with your heart. Your mind is filled to the brim with thoughts of him—his smile, his laugh, the way that he sacrifices himself for people he doesn’t know. “Spencer ...” you break, your head plummeting into his bare chest. His hands fly to the back of your head as he cranes his neck to place a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you. I love you so much.” It’s as if once the confession finally wormed its way from his mouth, he couldn’t stop. Spencer repeats it, and long after ten times, it’s clear he’s saying it to remind himself that you’re there, in his arms—and you don’t plan on going anywhere else. He registers your lips, kissing up his body. They’re warm as they move up from his collarbones, to the column of his neck, and slower that he would’ve liked, you move to place a chaste kiss on his lips. It’s not enough, Spencer doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough, but right now—he merely wants to lie in wait for the drooling jaws of sleep.

You coax him from the now cold water, pausing for a few seconds to admire the natural beauty he radiates. His gaze is soft as it rakes over your figure with nothing but fatigued adoration. Pulling on pajamas simultaneously, the two of you finish your night routine without another hitch. You stand side by side, brushing your teeth, washing your faces. He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror, it’s almost like he can’t bring himself to—but you conclude that it’s a discussion to be had another day. Once Spencer is clad in flannel sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and you in one of his old CalTech sweaters and shorts, you stumble into bed as a tangled mess of limbs.

A sigh escapes him as he stares into your concerned eyes. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your small form into his larger one. His fingers play at the hem of the sweatshirt you’re wearing before making the plunge. The tips of his fingers dance across the expanse of your back, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re so warm.” Spencer can feel your shoulders bounce as silent giggles courses through your body.

“You’re so cold.”

Perching his forehead on your shoulder, he laughs freely for the first time tonight, “Mmh. That’s why I like you’re warmth.” Relaxation overloads his senses as you card your hands through his drying curls. He slips further into the seemingly innocent embrace of slumber, but something urges him to stay awake. Fear stirs in a deep part of himself, and he can feel tension building in his body once more. “[Y/N]?” He continues only after hearing you’re tired hum, “What time is it?”

“Almost three, why?”

“I’m scared that when I close my eyes, I’ll see them.” Immediately, you know who he’s talking about. The thoughts of the bodies he sees daily slither into your brain, ready to sink their fangs into your good night’s sleep. “I couldn’t sleep on the plane, you know? No matter how hard I try not to, I keep seeing their eyes. Cold, dead. I can’t forget.”

Pulling his head away from your neck, you force him to look at you. “Spencer Walter Reid, you remember everything, right?” You wait for him to nod, “Tell me the names of the people you’ve brought closure to.”

“Baxter and Freida Givens, Yolanda Olsen, Kendra, Oscar, and Will Kofee, and Victor Trembly. Those are the families of the victims from this case.” He stops, his voice giving out on him momentarily, “Quinn Givens, Heidi Olsen, P-Piercen Kofee, and ... and Kara Trembly.” He doesn’t identify them, but you can tell from his tone that those are the victims. There’s no need to push him anymore, so you place his head back on your shoulder and press kisses to the side of his face you can reach.

“Spence, you just listed twelve names. That’s twelve people who have both answers and justice. Don’t think of them as bodies—think of them with their familes, happy and okay. I’m sure, although gone, they’re still here, you know? Their families will keep them from truly dying, Spence, and so will you. Their memory is ingrained in you, so remember them as they once were—not as they are now, yeah?” After a few seconds of silence, his snores echo in the quietude of your bedroom. Doing your best not to wake him, you shift to turn off the light. The darkness envelopes your oneness as well as the occurances of yesterday.

His breathing comes in steady intervals, and you find yourself slowly slipping away. Trying to navigate his features in the inky night, you allow your eyes to fall shut and your thoughts to be consumed by the one you love. Your last concious hope before you descend into blackness is that Spencer’s dreaming good dreams.

And, he is.

He’s dreaming of you.

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One quick question, why do you hate Before the Storm? I actually really liked it. It could be because I'm a hopeless romantic, but I just want to see your opinions on it

Oh boy, where to even begin...? I cannot stand bts... it actually hurts my insides to think about how much I hate this game haha.

[note: yeah hi uhhh... this is long because of course it is, it's coming from me but listen, my feelings for this game are not nice and I have a lot to say so.... my bad]

One of the bigger reasons, though not the biggest, is Chloe... I'm not exactly a big fan of Chloe. At all. Not in the first game, nope. I understand that so many people love her and they have their reasons for that, that's fine, she's just a character who doesn't appeal to me. If anything, she pisses me off because I can see the foundation for such a compelling character, but it all gets thrown away for the sake of bullshit.

So then they plop bts in front of us with Chloe as the playable protagonist in a prequel story about her and Rachel Amber. This is an opportunity to expand on her character, to tie into the first season and make me feel more positive feelings about her character, to do what the first game failed to do..... and to be fair, they DO have a few of them sprinkled in... but then they're overshadowed by the garbage.

It's just... the ideas are there, and they're ideas that I like but they're executed so poorly. I want to like Chloe Price, I can see that there's something good here.

Like okay.... lemme do a thing:

Chloe Price. She's going through some serious shit after her dad dies. He died unexpectedly in a car accident, something Chloe had zero control over, it's not fair, and even though it's not like the universe singled her out and said "fuck you," it feels that way to her.

On top of that, her best friend who she adores? She moves away. Not something that's in either of their control, they're kids at this point. However, Max stops contacting her and that hurts Chloe. Chloe tries to stay in contact, but eventually Max stops responding.

Then you have her mother, who's also grieving after losing her husband and dealing with her daughter pushing her away and on the wrong path. She meets a man and falls for him after realizing she still has a long life ahead of her and that's too long to be miserable over her husband's death, William wouldn't want that, and David is a source of comfort for her... something she's not getting from her daughter. The problem is that David and Chloe don't get along in the slightest... which leads to Chloe feeling like her mom is trying to replace her father by moving on, not understanding why Joyce's timeline of grief isn't the same as hers, y'know?

Oh, and can't forget that Chloe has fallen onto a not so great path of drugs, booze, bad grades, lying, staying out late without letting her mom know where she is, pickin' fights, making friends with drug dealers, stealing money and other items, all that. She's bitter, angry, unable to understand most of her own complex emotions and that only makes her even more upset. She's unable to express them in a healthy way, she doesn't ask for help, and denies it whenever offered.

So... Chloe's starts out as an extremely entitled, rude, obnoxious character. She insults the bouncer in the cringiest way possible because these adult men writing her don't know how teen girls talk, she steals money and a t-shirt from a dude who works for the band because $20? how dare? even though bands don't make a lot of money and a lot of profit comes from their merch but who cares about supporting artists you like, right? Chloe sure doesn't. She probably buys some weed from Frank because yeah, she's got a dependence on the stuff now. She gets into a fight with a couple of dudes after spilling beer on them.... but what's this?

Oh look, it's Rachel Amber. Y'know, the pretty, popular, talented, smart, perfect, charismatic girl from Chloe's school?? yeah, she's at the concert and saves Chloe from the dicks who attacked her, and the two girls spend the rest of the concert together.

Now, for some reason, Chloe isn't sure but Rachel has taken a special interest in her. Rachel is flirty, she wants to know who Chloe is, she asks her to skip school with her, and the two take a ride on a train to a park and... honestly? pretty romantic, and it plays into that escapism fantasy thing of having the pretty girl who everyone likes single you out, making you feel special.

Over time, the girls grow close. Rachel has some family problems and seeks comfort in Chloe. They spend nights walking together down empty streets at night, holding hands. They hang out and talk about the stars, they discuss Shakespeare and what it's like to actually be your true self, if there's actually such a thing. They get tattoos together, and Rachel helps Chloe color her hair. They have a special hideout they decorated together in the junkyard. Rachel spends the night at Chloe's enough that she ends up leaving a lot of clothes there. They daydream about running away together, long road trips and living big in LA.

Chloe starts to see Rachel as her angel because for the first time since Max, she feels like she has someone she can be open and honest with. Rachel almost seems too perfect to be true, y'know?

And hey, over time Chloe actually starts to kinda get her life on the right track, if not in an unconventional way. Sure, she's still dealing with losing her father. that's not something she'll just get over... but she does start making an effort with her mom, and yes, even David after he told her about his time in the army and gave her that photo. They both know they'll never be friends, and they'll still have arguments, but they'll at least keep the peace for Joyce's sake.

It's not all perfect, though. Chloe's still smoking and Rachel isn't always the best influence. They get into trouble here and there, but nothing super serious.

She dropped out of Blackwell so that her mom didn't have to keep paying her tuition and because she's fixated on this fantasy of running away with Rachel. Chloe's feeling good about herself, about her future, for the first time since her dad died.

Until Rachel disappears.

And everything goes to shit pretty quick after that. Rachel's gone, she's not answering calls or texts, and everyone keeps saying that she probably ran away, but Chloe knows better. She knows Rachel wouldn't leave without her, so something must've happened. She makes posters and puts them everywhere, but things only get worse.

Money is tight. Joyce isn't making as much as she needs at the diner, David isn't making enough as a security guard, and hey... they might lose the house... the house that was once Williams, that's a piece of him he left behind. Not only that, but where will they go?

Chloe doesn't want them to lose the house, or for her mom to be this stressed out over food and bills. Chloe borrowed money from Frank in hopes of using it to run away with Rachel, but with her missing... Chloe decides to give it to her mom in order to save the house. Joyce is alarmed that she has this much, but Chloe manages to lie her way out of it to give her mom some peace of mind.

Except now she has another problem- she can't pay Frank back and he's getting more aggressive about it as the weeks go on. Rachel's still missing, Frank's breathing down her neck with threats toward her mom, money is still an issue at home, and she's not in a good place. Chloe's desperate enough to steal... so when she makes it into a bar that doesn't card her and she sees rich boy Nathan Prescott drunk off his ass and flashing bills, she thinks it'll be an easy score. It's wrong to do this, it's dangerous, but Chloe justifies it to herself. She needs that money.

She didn't expect Nathan to drug her drink, and she wakes up to him taking pictures of her. She manages to get the hell outta there, but she still has no idea what the hell happened to her. Like.... that reeeally fucks with her, it doesn't even feel real. She can't tell anyone, she can't tell her mom, and the police won't do anything since they're under the Prescott thumb.... and well, she decides to blackmail him.

And we all know how that goes.

So... we have the highs and lows of Chloe Price. She's flawed, even starting out as unbearable, but over time she becomes more nuanced and you're invested in what happens to her. You want to see her better herself, you want her to work through her grief and get help, you understand why she hates David but when you see him and Joyce happy together and him make an effort to be better, you want to see them make amends. You know David doesn't want to replace William, hell HE knows no one ever could.

You want Chloe to keep going, to find purpose in her life and realize her own potential. You saw her at the beginning when she was broken, when she was lost and didn't see a future for herself, and it's satisfying to see her come this far to where she knows she has a future... something that becomes all the more tragic when you remember her fate in the first game.

You're invested in Chloe and Rachel's romance, you get giddy watching them flirt and do dumb, romantic, cliche things, and you're just as compelled by Rachel as everyone else. No, she's not perfect, she's not a stereotype, she's much more layered than that and it only breaks your heart when you realize that she's killed later on, that of course she's going to go missing... you already know that! So you're watching Chloe, who has gotten pieces of her life back together and is genuinely happy.... fall back down the pit, fall back into the habits she had at the beginning, and you know it will lead to her downfall.

.....TOO BAD BEFORE THE STORM DID FUCK ALL WITH THAT RIGHT?

Nope, you don't get any of that. Well, except Chloe being cringy. You get a lot of that.

No, no, we got edgelord, flanderized Chloe who thinks her wit is much greater than it actually is, whose terrible moments outweigh the good, and who doesn't grow or change no matter what influence you try to have over her.

Rachel could be replaced with a literal barbie doll and little would change. She has no charm, she's nothing like what she was described in the first game, and she's just so fucking unlikable. When she finds out that her mom isn't actually her birth mom, she claims that her whole life is a lie and her parents aren't real and she wants to meet her druggie mom who chose drugs over her for 15 years because she's the one who actually squeezed her out.

Which, by the way, WHY is this the goddamn plot?? Why did they feel like they had to shove in this "oh hey Rachel's dad is the bad guy, oh wait now this drug guy is the bad guy because he stabby Rachel, no wait now her dad is the super bad guy because he put a hit out on Rachel's REAL mom, oh no wait it's fine because Frank murdered drug man off screen" WHY YOU DO THIS??

You have three episodes. THREE. And in those three episodes, you have the opportunity to explore Chloe as a character, and her relationships with Rachel, Joyce, and David. But instead of dedicating the story to that, something you could've created a compelling narrative out of, you threw in this dumb mom plot and fire-

HOW THE HELL DID I FORGET THE FIRE????

What- why did- does she have- Rachel just- RACHEL SETS THE FOREST ON FIRE??? WHY THOUGH???

I get it, "Rachel is the fire" yeah yeah and it's dumb.

Oh and because we didn't have enough going on, here's a side mission where you gotta deal with getting money from this other kid who's running drugs for big bad drug man because he wants to help his dad who lost his job.

But WAIT, there's more- In a series where several girls were drugged by Nathan and Jefferson, forced to pose for pictures, and some even killed or driven to try and take their own life? something taken so seriously...? Victoria gets drugged and it's treated like a joke. Even worse, there is a path that has Rachel drugging her, and no one cares.

ALSO.... Rachel cheated on Chloe with two adult men, remember? One of which fucking murders her?? and we're just... we're just not gonna do anything with that??? Nothing??? Maybe a little stinger at the end but that's it????

I just..... I hate this game so much.

It had so much potential. Not only that, but it had the first game to look at and learn from. Learn from the mistakes that game made and improve upon.... but instead, they fucked up even worse. It's just a game of fanservice that has way too much going on, is trying to do too much, and loses focus on the most important things.

Three episodes could've been enough to explore different points of Chloe's character before the events of the first game. They could've crafted a story that gave more insight into her life that make sense of the choices she made, that turn her into the Chloe we see in the first game. You don't need a forest fire, you don't need evil lawyers. I know the first game had the storm and time travel and big dumb Jefferson, but you wanted to tell a story that's grounded without shit like that... y'know, before the storm.

I could probably go on and on if someone doesn't stop me, so I'll stop myself here... I hate bts because it's potential was there, I could see it in a few key moments, and it was wasted.

The romantic ideas fall flat because being pretty and gay isn't enough for me, I need more than that. I don't care if they kiss because I don't care about their relationship, and frankly, they've done very little to make me care about them as individuals.

UGH

.......does that answer your quick question? haha sorry for the not so quick answer, but like I said, this game makes my brain mad and once I get going, it's hard to stop.

#asks #this game makes my brain mad #ugh

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Fire Lily | Pt. 11

warnings: slight angst I guess?

a/n: this chapter is a bit shorter than the last two I believe. It’s mainly just Y/N having some bonding moments with the Gaang. I honestly feel like she’d vibe with all of them in different ways? Anyway, I’m excited. This is set during The Awakening.

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Y/N almost wanting to cry with relief as she took off the Fire Nation armor. The ship had stopped in the port of a village and Toph and Sokka had invited her to come along to find dinner. Hakoda had said that the armor wouldn’t be necessary for the trip, so Y/N would get to put it away for the night.

Maybe she’d be able to find a shirt while they were in town. She had a small amount of money of her own—she had offered it to be used for the crew, but for whatever reason, Hakoda had declined. Y/N had a hard time figuring out Hakoda. If their roles were switched, she probably wouldn’t have trusted him. But he was treating her no differently than the others.

“Ready to go?” Katara asked, peeking her head in the doorway of the room they shared.

“Yeah.” Y/N eyed the hook swords that laid next to her cot. She made the difficult decision not to bring them. They were far enough into Fire Nation territory that her bending probably wouldn’t be questioned. Plus, they had Toph.

Y/N met Katara, Sokka, and Toph in the hallway outside of their shared room.

“Let’s see if Aang wants to go with us,” Katara suggested, her expression pained. Even though Aang was awake, Katara will still obviously worried about his condition. The kid seemed to have a tendency to overexert himself.

Y/N and the others followed Katara to one of the upper levels of the ship. Toph handed her a brown cloak on the way. “Better safe than sorry,” she explained.

Y/N tugged the cloak over her shoulders and secured the clasp. They finally came to a stop in front of a metal door similar to their own. Katara knocked softly before entering. Y/N and the others followed.

“Hey, Aang! We’re going into town to find some dinner if you want to come!” Toph smiled at Aang, who was leaning back on his own cot.

“I am pretty hungry.” Aang sat up, a hand on his stomach. He was obviously still a bit weak, and it made Y/N’s hands feel jittery.

Sokka stepped forward, holding out a piece of cloth to Aang.

“Here, put this on. It’ll cover your arrow.” The arrow was already mostly covered by Aang’s hair. Y/N didn’t think it looked right on him, although she had only seen him twice before the battle with Azula.

Aang looked affronted, flopping back down onto his mattress. “I’m not going out if I can’t wear my arrow proudly.” It made Y/N’s heart twinge. She couldn’t begin to understand what Aang was facing. It was enough to fight a war without having to let go of your own culture’s traditions.

“Aang, come on,” Sokka pushed. “Be practical.”

“Go ahead without us,” Katara said softly, putting a hand on Sokka’s shoulder before turning to Aang. “We’ll catch up.”

Y/N averted her eyes, feeling like an intrusion. Sokka nodded. Y/N was startled to feel Toph grab onto her hand to pull her from the room, the door shutting softly behind them.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” Sokka announced. Y/N hummed in agreement. They hadn’t been able to stop yesterday, so they were living on leftovers. Plus, they weren’t able to eat regular meals. As it turned out, the Fire Nation didn’t respect their schedule.

The three made their way up to the deck of the ship, the port they’d landed in visible. There weren’t many people out and about, from what Y/N could tell.

“Is this a true Fire Nation island? Or a colony?” Y/N asked aloud.

“I think it’s a colony.” Sokka threw the hood of his own cloak up over his head. “We’re too close to Earth Kingdom mainland. The important thing is there are no soldiers.”

“Well, we’re here,” Toph pointed out. “All of the villagers must think we’re soldiers.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess you’re right.” Sokka led the way down the gangplank and onto the wooden dock. “C’mon, let’s find the market.”

They continued to walk into the streets of the village. While there weren’t many people around, Y/N noticed a few faces peeking from windows. They looked to be Earth Kingdom citizens. Y/N noticed a woman and child in the Fire Nation’s signature red walking down the street calmly.

“Have you ever been to the colonies before?” While Y/N hadn’t technically lived in the colonies, she had lived right on the outskirts. Her father’s estate was still Earth Kingdom territory, although they were still subject to the occasional visits from Fire Nation soldiers. But the village they went to for food, and where Bihun went to school, was Fire Nation territory.

“No. They seem like a bit of a drag,” Toph admitted, kicking a stray pebble in front of her.

“This one must be pretty new,” Y/N mumbled, looking around at the darkened houses.

“What makes you say that?” Sokka questioned.

“When I was little, the village near my house was a lot like this. Earth Kingdom citizens were afraid to leave their homes. The Fire Nation people, not just the soldiers, constantly belittled us. There was a Fire Nation boy that picked on me at the market once when I was little.

“But it’s not like that anymore. It took a while, but it became a lot more like everyone was coexisting. My older brother went to school with Fire Nation kids. Most kids stuck to their cliques, and it wasn’t always peaceful, but… it was getting better. Or at least, it was before I left. This is more like an occupation.”

“Huh. That’s… interesting,” Sokka hummed.

“The soldiers definitely caused more trouble than anything. But people are just people. Eventually, they’ll figure out how to coexist as long as someone isn’t pitting them against each other.”

“That’s an interesting perspective,” Toph observed.

“I hope I can go back once the war is over.” It was the first time Y/N really had an idea for what came after. “I want to find my brother and see my family again.” The dream Y/N had the night before came back to her. Boiling rock. She could tell that Sokka wanted to ask what she meant about her brother and was grateful when he kept it to himself.

“Look!” Toph pointed suddenly. In front of them, a man was rolling a cart full of bags of rice across the road.

“Yes!” Sokka punched the air in victory. “Food!”

“Finally.” Y/N smiled, feeling her heart flutter as she set off running alongside Sokka and Toph to catch up to the man.

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The Avatar was gone. It was probably the worst-case scenario. They had pulled out of port and were on their way when Katara went to bring Aang a tray of food. The wind had picked up, and the weather seemed to be going bad. The added wind going west was helping the ship move along at a very quick pace. Sokka said that they’d probably officially be in the Fire Nation within hours.

Y/N watched the stormy skies with a furrowed brow. Aang had taken his glider. The added factor of the turbulent weather made it that much worse. It was already dark from the setting sun, covered by the dark clouds. Y/N remembered how weak he still appeared and shuddered. He hadn’t eaten anything before he left, either.

Y/N pulled her cloak tighter around her body to shield herself from the wind. The ship lurched in the water, and suddenly Y/N regretted eating so much rice. She could tell that Toph felt the same as the girl held her stomach.

“He can’t have gone far,” Y/N reasoned, approaching Katara, who was obviously beside herself. “I’m sure he must have found land not too far from here.”

“We have to find him,” Katara stated simply, her eyes severe. Y/N put a hand on the other girl’s shoulder in an attempt to be comforting.

“And we will. We just have to wait for the storm to die down. I’m sure your dad and Sokka have a pretty good idea of where we are.”

Katara’s face darkened more at the mention of her father. Y/N sighed.

“I don’t mean to intrude, but… why are you mad at him?”

“It’s just…” Katara bit her lip, glancing towards the floor. “After our mom died, Sokka and I were so lost. And then Dad had to leave, and I understand why, I really do, but… we needed him.”

“I think it’s okay to be a bit mad.” Y/N looked out at the dark water. “It isn’t really his fault, I guess. He had to leave. But you’re allowed to feel that way.”

“But I shouldn’t be mad at him,” Katara argued. “I know he had to leave.”

“That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.” Y/N thought of her own father. He would have left, too, if he were asked to fight. “But he did leave for you. He probably hoped that you wouldn’t have to fight. My father never wanted my brother and I to have to fight.

“He tried to keep us away from it all for so long. I didn’t even go to school because he was worried about my bending being discovered. And he was doing what was best for us, and I see that now. But I never had friends, and despite everything he tried to help me, I’m still scared of what I am. And that hurts. But I still love him, and I forgive him for all of it, because now I understand that he just wanted my brother and I to be okay.”

Y/N had surprised herself with how much talking she had done. “I’m sorry,” Y/N backtracked. “That probably wasn’t super helpful.”

“No.” Katara smiled. “Thank you, for talking to me.”

Y/N looked up as the rain finally began to fall, pelting the hull of the ship as the vessel swayed on the sea.

“Come on,” Katara offered, lifting her hands and waterbending the droplets away from them. “Let’s go inside. We’ll find Aang as soon as it stops.”

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“This is the only area he could have landed.” Sokka pointed at the spot on the map. Y/N lit another lantern as she, Katara, Toph, and Sokka sat in the captain’s room with Hakoda and Bato. “Any other spot is too far away.”

“That’s too big of an area,” Katara protested, the worry still evident on her face. Toph yawned. They had all been awoken as soon as the rain had stopped, which turned out to be right before the crack of dawn.

“The wind was blowing to the northwest,” Y/N piped up, eying the map as she lit another lantern. “And with his condition he probably couldn’t be far from the coastline. He probably landed somewhere in the center of that region, because we were about—” Y/N pointed to a spot on the map— “here when the storm started, and he would’ve had to slow down when the rain started. And with the possibility of lightning, he’d have to have been flying pretty low.”

The others stared at Y/N for a moment in shock. Y/N shrugged. “I spent a lot of time in the library.” Her mother had spent countless hours tutoring her, since she couldn’t go to school. Bihun was convinced Y/N learned more at home than he did at school.

“I’ve also done a lot of traveling recently,” Y/N added, feeling her cheeks warm slightly.

“Alright,” Hakoda coughed. “We’ll head in and drop you kids off there. You can find Aang and then lay low, and we’ll meet you again later for the invasion.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Sokka stood, pulling Hakoda and Katara into a hug. Y/N’s heart ached, suddenly feeling the strong absence of her own family. It had been so long since they’d all been under the same roof.

“Let’s go,” Katara said determinedly as Sokka and Hakoda let go.

Katara gave the ship fog cover just in case as they creeped closer to land. Y/N was in awe of the land in front of them. It was rocky, with jagged hills. Y/N thought she could see the orange glow of lava in the distance. They were definitely in the Fire Nation.

The ship moved as close to the land as possible, letting the gangplank fall down into the shallow water. Katara did the rest, parting a dry path across the sand.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Y/N checked with Hakoda one more time. She knew it was valuable having a firebender on the ship.

“Go,” Hakoda insisted. “We can handle it. And we don’t want people to come around asking too many questions about Captain Yai.” Hakoda smiled. “Besides, my kids seem to like you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said gratefully, reaching to shake Hakoda’s hand. Before she could react, Hakoda was pulling her into a brief hug.

“Take care of them, and we’ll see you in a few weeks,” he said.

“I will,” Y/N promised. She would do her best. She’d already failed once before at taking care of her friends, and she wasn’t eager to fail again.

“Coming, Captain?” Toph called from down in the sand where she was waiting with Sokka and Katara.

“Yeah,” Y/N shouted back, walking down the gangplank. When she hit the sand, she turned to and waved goodbye to the others on the ship. “Let’s find Aang.”

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#atla fanfic #atla #eventual zuko x reader #zuko x reader #y/n x the gaang bonding time!#Hakoda is the best dad #book 3: fire #zuko x y/n #Firebender!y/n

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wovenstarlight · 3 years

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YWBK update: chapter 25 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 25 here, or start from the beginning here

okay, on to notes and commentary! first time i’m doing these, let’s hope this works out. commentary under the cut to save people’s dashes

Hamin laughs. “Given how bad you are at not being suspicious, that’s understandable.” “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.” Hamin screws up his whole face in a squint. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little bad.”

this part was really funny to me when i wrote it because i was like “hmm reasons for DHM to understand why HHJ wouldn’t work in the guild” and then i was like Wait. Their Whole First Meeting, Dude. DHM was lowkey convinced for the longest time that HHJ was like, on the run from the KR version of the mafia, and got plastic surgery to look like his little brothers, and is possibly in some sort of witness protection program??? or something??? how else does he not have cops on his ass this man is so suspicious all the time

“I don’t think… They said the dungeons were, like, different worlds? Did they find people there?”

mafia theory second place. dungeon theory first place

“Like, humans? Um. No, no humans.” “So then you can’t be from there. Okay.”

dungeon theory shot down. mafia theory back in the running

“Hey,” he says cautiously. “I’m— I’m gonna go get us some water, okay? Why don’t you… take a minute.” “Okay.” “The bathroom is over there, if you need it.” “Okay. Thank you.”

after four years working alongside a guy you start to notice when he’s feeling a little out of it and needs a bit of a break... but as JHW mentions later you also learn to be a little subtle about giving him one

jung heewon What’s with your typing? It reads like Jihye’s [HYJ]’s fine. Very energetic Too energetic? He’s going to burn out. How do I make him calm down

Epic Burnout Man makes a reappearance! when translating sclass one of the things that makes me want to shake HYJ most is his habit of constantly adding things to his to-do list while he already has 1 billion things on his plate. and all the time he’s whining about “UGH there’s SO MUCH WORK to do” No One Asked You To Do It

Anyway. the point is. HYJ isn’t about to be beat by HHJ at Developing Issues 😔

jung heewon I haven’t spoken to him directly about this because if he’s anything like you he’ll take it as an insult You wtf whts tht supposed 2 mean quit typing jung heewon Better not say shit, mr “No, I can’t take days off and cater to my interests or go out with friends or on a date, I’m too busy taking care of the kids and making sure their needs are met, no I don’t care that there are thousands of people out there balancing personal enjoyment and romance and work AND kids at the same time, are you suggesting I be a BAD GUARDIAN to MY KIDS?”

see above re: not being too direct with pointing out when HHJ’s having Issues because he doesn’t react well

You wht but our eyes r fine jung heewon Even if having glasses doesn’t run in the family, you should still get him checked, just in case

top 10 funny time travel moments: referring to you and your past self as “us” (our = my eyes are fine), but other people think you mean “our family” (our eyes are fine = no family history of long/shortsightedness)

Also. Sooyoung-ie says hi [Attachment: 20XX1213_144516.jpg]

ok no lie this was one of the parts that pissed me off the most, even though it’s Literally One Line, because. i love chat exchanges. i really do. when done right they’re a lot of fun to read. But Do You Know How Long It Took Me To Figure Out A Calendar For The Events In This Fic. now everything’s TIMED i have to count HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN since XY event so i can CORRECTLY NUMBER the FILE ATTACHMENTS!!! this sucks!!! it took me fucking forever to pin down a timeline just so i could write this chapter plus the few before and after it!!!!

anyway i gave up when i reached year. i just put 20XX. fuck it. we are running on fairy tail time now. (actually i think that’s XXnumber number? XX76? or was it X796. something like that. Who cares i stopped watching fairy tail forever ago)

Fuck it! Hamin will understand!! “If you Awaken you should come work with me,” Han Hyunjae says all in a rush.

“HAMIN WILL UNDERSTAND” => he literally was cool with me giving zero context for half a dozen absolute balls to the wall nonsense bullshit things i’ve done before. he’ll be fine with this too. dog_in_burning_house_this_is_fine.png

“You already know about the guilds, those are going to be for dungeon Hunters, but I was thinking of forming something like an independent group of contractors. Awakened people with skills that aren’t useful for combat, but that might… that will be generally useful. It’d be you and me, and maybe one other guy I met recently. Probably more in the future.”

given that HHJ has no idea currently that peace exists (i’m so sorry baby i’ll find a way to shoehorn you in soon i miss you so much) he’s got no intentions to start a kiseungsu business yet! he mostly wants to live quietly while just acting as a manager for other Awakening-related services, like YMW’s forge and DHM’s tracking service, along with the information exchange/lowkey spy ring that he’s planning on setting up with JHW and the bar. since HYH is fine associating with him in this timeline, HHJ’s thinking he can get a foot in the door that way, then eventually spread out into dealings with most major guild leaders

RIP to this plan. you were well-made but you will not last long.

“Please, I can’t tell you how I know that, I really can’t, it’d put me and my brothers in danger if it got out. But—” “No need.” Hamin looks slightly alarmed, and Han Hyunjae feels himself settle at the obvious concern in his eyes.

MAFIA THEORY RAPIDLY RISING TO PROMINENCE??? THIS IS NOT HOW DO HAMIN WANTED HIS GUESS CONFIRMED

“I spoke to the Task Force Head and she said that there’s been discussion about hosting a meeting for the nearby high-rankers, where they’ll announce the guild proposal and see who else is interested in trying it out.”

“they’ll announce” i’m sorry king 💔 you deserved a nap

(OH ALSO FUN FACT choi eunyoung is a canon character, not an OC of mine! she appears in uhhh i think late 140s? 150s? something like that)

“I think there’s… probably only one other S-rank who’s Awakened right now?”

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehhehe

Hamin beams. “No, they’re doing great! Spookie’s taken really well to the new housing situation, but I think Spots might miss the store…”

shoutout to @daemonic-dawn for letting me borrow a pet name, love u king. i had a much longer ramble about pet names here but i finished typing and realized it was all entirely off topic so i removed it for convenience

Hyunjae makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t— I mean.” He huffs, visibly taking a deep breath, and Yoojin frowns reflexively. [...] “Is everything alright?” Yoojin kind of wants to be annoyed at his tone on principle, but he forces his shoulders to relax, matching Hyunjae’s posture. Though he can’t stop himself from being a little short when he answers.

things the brothers have learned in four years living together: getting confrontational often leads to arguments that just fizzle out anyway, so it’s way fucking easier to consciously tone down their combativeness in advance when talking to each other about things they have problems with, instead of screaming their heads off and then having to calm yoohyun down afterwards to boot

“I guess. Whatever.” Yoojin slumps. “Can I…” “Hm?” Hyunjae blinks at Yoojin as he gestures to the spot on the bed beside him, then jolts. “Oh! Yeah, sure, c’mere.” He opens his arms, and Yoojin goes over and flumps on the bed, head in Hyunjae’s lap. Almost immediately, Hyunjae starts stroking fingers through his hair, and Yoojin relaxes into the touch, listening as Hyunjae continues speaking.

cuddles 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i don’t have any other commentary here just. cuddles. extremely and overwhelmingly comforting for a man who spent the better part of 8 years(?) with no major positive relationships, and a kid who spent 12 years of early life basically abandoned by his parents. you had best bet they gave up on not hugging each other 1 year into this whole mess

Yoojin hums in acknowledgement. It’s not like he’d ever let himself get hurt; he has too many responsibilities to his family and friends. If he wants to be good enough to keep up, he can’t afford to fuck up like that. But… hyung will worry if he keeps working so hard. He can slow down a little for him.

Problems disorder man when will you stop. the way he sees “getting hurt” as an inconvenience and an obstacle to his duties rather than a danger to himself. the way he doesn’t really care if he himself gets hurt, but if it’ll worry his family, then it’s a no-no. it’s just. wow. i know i wrote this but i hate him

“Not really. I talk to Myeongwoo about it sometimes.” “Ah, right, Myeongwoo.”

haha gays

“Don’t be weird about him,” Yoojin warns[...]. “I won’t, promise.”

if the “i won’t” line had a dialogue tag it’d be “Han Hyunjae lied”

“Is Eunwoo still in his relationship?” “Mhm, happy as ever. Apparently they’re trying long-distance, now that Eunwoo’s gone off to university abroad.”

three guesses for who eunwoo’s dating and you won’t need the first two

Hyunjae raises his hands like he’s going to deny the accusations levelled against him, so Yoojin seizes him by the collar and shakes him until he cries for mercy

oh my o/rv ass struggled so bad with not writing “shakes him like a man betrayed” here. it killed me not to. but in the end i prevailed (against, uh, myself. don’t think about it too hard.)

“Jeez, okay, he’s an F-rank!” “Eh?! Then why—” “He’s also got an SS-rank potential skill,” Hyunjae admits[...].

play-by-play of this scene because god if i draw any scene in this fic it would be this one just for the sheer hysterical nature of HYJ’s reaction:

YOOJIN: I HATE YOU WHAT THE FUCK WHY. TELL ME HIS RANK

HYUNJAE: HE’S AN F

YOOJIN: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK?

HYUNJAE: he’s also got an SS-rank skill,

YOOJIN:

#star.txt #work: yesterday will be kinder #writing commentary #my writing #making impulse decisions today. very tired. godonight i hope you enjoy but also you'll have to enjoy without me

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silver-embersss · 3 years

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Broken Horns and Broken Hearts Chapter 8

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

Tubbo had collapsed into bed only a few moments before, but the next the boy knew, he was sitting in yet another meeting, with the rest of the cabinet casting him slightly strange looks as they argued.

He internally panicked, scouring his brain for any memories of getting up, or even walking to the meeting - but there was nothing. A quick check of his timetable confirmed that he’d only lost a few hours this time, instead of two whole days, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying. Where were these sudden gaps in his memory coming from? And why was Quackity staring at him like he’d grown a second head? He shook it off as nothing, perhaps their confrontation last night.

The meeting was followed by another speech, where Schlatt announced a festival to be held in a week, the organising of which was probably going to be delegated to Tubbo on top of the rest. The teen scanned the cityline in boredom, and he was pleasantly surprised to see Wilbur duck behind a parapet. Thankfully, the ex-president couldn’t see him - specifically his horns - from where he stood next to Quackity, but he took a small step back anyway to make sure. Remembering the conversation he had with Tommy yesterday, Tubbo made a mental note to write down the ambush plans they’d discussed earlier and deliver it to the hidden chest.

The gaps in his memory became more frequent as the festival drew near, but Tubbo somehow managed to keep his act together, ignoring the strange looks he got as his horns grew and his patience diminished. The teen also ignored the way his friends talked about him behind his back, denouncing him just because of Schlatt. He simply pretended not to hear the hurt remarks about his grumpiness.

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Tommy slashed wildly with a stone blade, shards of granite screeching off the wall, and he heard Techno chuckle condescendingly from behind. The teen spun around in irritated tiredness to snap at his older brother.

“At least I’m preparing and not just farming fuckin’ potatoes for three hours straight, dipshit!”

The mocking smile on Techno’s face widened.

“The thing is, Tommy, I don’t need the training - you clearly do.”

“Oh, shut up. Stupid pig bastard.”

Tommy glanced worriedly upwards towards the ravine entrance, where Wilbur stood, currently fucking up his sleep schedule even more. The pig followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow, silently judging his hypocrisy, but Tommy ignored the hint and went back to attempting to massacre the granite wall. L’Mandog could look after Wilbur. They had a war to fight, and if The Blade was going to slack off, well. Then it was down to Tommy to carry their rebellion, wasn’t it?

3 bites of a baked potato later, Techno was back in his farm, both him and Tommy trying their best to pretend each other didn’t exist.

Strangely, it didn’t work.

Eventually, Tommy gave the wall a break and swapped his stone sword out for iron, strapping the bare blade to his hip.

“I’m gonna go check the notebook chest!”

The teen called to Techno, trying not to disturb Wilbur in his moonstruck reverie as he left. Despite his efforts, Tommy felt his brother’s eyes on his back as he crept through the undergrowth.

A few hasty ducks and desperate, pleading headshakes at Niki later, the teen made it to the hillside underneath the prime path that hid the chest. For a split second, he thought he saw a flash of black - Tubbo, maybe? - dash around the corner, but it was gone before he could call out to whoever it was.

A quick glance in ‘the mailbox’ (as Techno called it) revealed the notebook they'd been writing correspondences in, but thrown hastily down on its front, bending the spine. The messy placement was at odds with how it normally lay when it was Tubbo’s turn, but the teen didn’t think much of it other than a muttered curse at the dictator who was keeping his best friend busy doing everything that Schlatt should have been doing.

Tommy skimmed through the rushed explanation of the festival’s weaknesses and snapped a picture of the map Tubbo had painstakingly sketched of the proposed layout. They’d agreed not to use names in the book in case one of them was caught with it, so Tommy just scribbled ‘Thx bitch, hang in there’ on the next page and replaced the book.

For a moment, he entertained the crazy idea of abducting Tubbo so he wouldn’t have to deal with the drunken tyrant, but the thought was soon brushed off due to its impossible nature. Plus, who would be their spy then? Will tried to get in contact with Fundy, but was left on read - the fox was still seemingly bitter about losing the election, even if he did cheat.

After a wistful glance at the half-broken walls, Tommy shoved his communicator back in his pocket, took a step back and fell into a creeper hole.

“Fuck!”

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It wasn’t long until Tommy came back from the mailbox, but it was 11:30 at night, so Techno once again tried to convince Wilbur to come into the relatively warmer Pogtopia. The ex-president was mumbling a steady stream of nonsense (which was slightly concerning, to say the least) but it wasn’t exactly a strange occurrence.

“Wilbur? Will?”

No response.

“I’ll make you stew if you come in.”

Food usually got the attention of his siblings, especially Tommy, but still Wilbur ignored him. With a sigh, Techno gave up and went back to his farm, giving L’Mandog a pat on the head as he turned away. It wasn’t the best result, but at least he tried, right?

Casting his memory back, the piglin couldn’t remember Tommy eating that day either, so he pulled a cauldron on top of the campfire anyway, letting the water boil while he rummaged in the chests for some steak. Cutting the meat into small cubes, he threw it into the pot alongside some salt and half a clove of chopped garlic. While the pot simmered, Techno sat cross-legged on the ground next to it and got to peeling and chopping some of the potatoes he’d farmed, throwing the peel in a nearby bucket. It didn’t take long for Tommy to come barreling down the narrow stairs, an ecstatic look on his face as he sniffed the air.

“It’ll be ready in a bit.” Techno grunted at him, ignoring his excited yell.

“Do me a favour and get Wilbur.”

The teen raised an eyebrow at him.

“Bet you already tried.”

The piglin glared at him, and Tommy raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay okay, I’m going!”

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The festival date was set. Planning was under way. All the information had been leaked to the rebels - and yet Tubbo couldn’t help but feel he was missing something important. The feeling was so urgent, he’d checked off lists a million times and gone over everything with Quackity a million-and-one, and it still hadn’t gone away. That, combined with the memory gaps, bleeding horns, and the alcoholic president, weighed on him more heavily than he’d admit. Sleep was a rare luxury, not a necessity. Fundy took every opportunity he had to glare menacingly at him, and even the recently-released Niki kept her distance. It hurt, to be so isolated from these people he’d fought beside for months, but there was no time for moping. There was barely even time for breathing.

“Tubbo! Get me a coffee!”

“Yes, Mr. Schlatt!”

As he sped down the hall, clipboard and a stack of papers in hand, Quackity called him from outside. He set the papers down on the hallway table and stuck his head out the door.

“What?!”

Big Q motioned towards the square, where a large hole sat in the centre of the seating.

“A creeper blew up the square, can you fix it?”

“Yeah, just-” “TUBBO! COFFEE!”

The teen bit his lip and gestured awkwardly over his shoulder.

“I gotta go-”

Without waiting for a response, he dashed back to the small break area where the coffee maker was kept. He set it going before rushing to collect the stack of forms left on the table. While the coffee brewed, he read through as many as he could. This was the usual routine - multitasking, never taking more than a second’s break, trying to stay on Schlatt’s good side - and he’d gotten used to it. As Tubbo grabbed a stack of cobble from his chest, a message buzzed through his communicator. Cobble in one hand, communicator in the other, he typed a reply in snatches, mostly looking forward as he hurried towards the creeper hole.

TommyInnit whispered to you: Tubso

You whispered to TommyInnit: What?

TommyInnit whispered to you: I need you

He sighed angrily.

You whispered to TommyInnit: tf do you want???? m busy!!!!!

TommyInnit whispered to you: is schlatt being a dick again? We need more info on the festical

You whispered to TommyInnit: well im actually doing stuf unlike some ppl!!!!! TommyInnit whispered to you: ???? u good?

You whispered to TommyInnit: lok i dont have the time!! get yor own fuckin informton!

Another message pinged through but Tubbo ignored it, shoving the little black box back in his pocket and continuing with his tasks. The next thing he knew, it was the middle of the night, moonlight streaming through the window of his room. A slight jolt of nausea accompanied the sudden change in his surroundings, but the teen shrugged it off. It was routine, after all. It was a struggle to pull his pyjama top over his head, as his horns grew bigger every day. Surely they’ll stop growing at some point. The sharp points protruded about a centimetre past his chin, and were a lot thicker than before. Succumbing to his exhaustion, Tubbo let out an ear-shattering yawn and fell into bed, digging his nails into the itchy skin around the base of the horns. A jolt of pain made him yelp, and something warm trickled down his hand.

Blood.

Note to self: Invest in bandages for these things!

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the-final-sif · 4 years

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listen i would love to see more of the whole "katsuki's been kidnapped multiple times" bc it's one of my favorite headcanons i've seen for him. i love ppl adding layers to his character and his experiences and i wanna know what you have planned past everyone finding out

Okay, I’m gonna go off of the “they found out after Katsuki was kidnapped again and they only knew that it happened when he finally showed back up to school.” route.

Katsuki gets kinda weirded out by how everyone’s reacting so weirdly, he doesn’t understand why Aizawa is asking him so many questions or making a big deal out of it. Sure, he’s kinda guessed by now that it’s not normal after all, but that doesn’t explain any of this.

They’re in Recovery Girl’s office now, Aizawa has already been fussing at him and gotten a report on his injuries. Recovery Girl is out at the moment but she should be back soon. Katsuki has already tried to argue that he bandaged all his injuries up himself, but the glare he got from his teacher put a stop to that.

Now they’ve moved on to Aizawa questioning him on his previous kidnappings and his teacher just seems to be getting more and more stressed out. Katsuki doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong, but it’s freaking him out because he’s been rationalizing and dealing with all of this for so long. Finally, he snaps.

“Why do you care?” And he meant it as a sarcastic remark, but Aizawa can hear the tremor in his voice, can see the minute shake of his shoulders, how Katsuki won’t meet his eyes.

“Kid, you got kidnapped. Of course I care about that, I’m your damn teacher and part of my goddamn job is keeping you safe.” He wants to say more, wants to say that Katsuki is a fucking child, and that on it’s own should be reason enough for him to care. That it’s not just a part of his job, he cares about Katuski himself. But Aizawa knows better then to say that. Maybe one day, but not today. Not when Katsuki’s already trembling and exhausted. Not when his pride couldn’t bare the insult of care, of being seen as the child he is.

“I mean, yeah, I guess I can kinda get you asking questions about the shit that went down this weekend, even though I had it under control, but what’s up with asking all these fucking questions about me being stupid when I was younger? None of it matters, I got out, I dealt with it, I learned from my shitty mistakes and I moved on. It doesn’t change anything. I’m fine.”

Sometimes, Aizawa wonders if Katsuki says these things because he genuinely believes them, or if he says them because if he doesn’t, if he didn’t dismiss the pain and shrug off the weight of his fears, then he might shatter under the burden of it all.

“Katsuki,” and that one word holds too much fucking emotion in it for Katsuki to take, he wants to curl into a ball and go to sleep, his heart is still to raw and his brain too messed up from having chains on his wrists and a muzzle forced into his mouth again. “Just because you aren’t dead or maimed doesn’t mean you’re fine. This stuff, it hurts. It leaves scars. I don’t know what the fuck was going on in your childhood that you were left to deal with that by yourself, but you aren’t alone in this anymore, okay?”

It’s been a long fucking weekend, and Katsuki is so tired that he can’t keep his walls up. Not quite. So he doesn’t argue, just ducks his head in a half nod as he tries to pretend there aren’t tears welling up in his eyes.

Aizawa can’t help himself then, he sighs, sitting down beside Katsuki on the bench and slinging an arm over the kid’s shoulders. It’s a gentle motion, a light squeeze, but Katsuki leans into it just a little bit and that’s enough.

Recovery Girl gets there soon after, and Katsuki protests healing at first, he doesn’t have much stamina left and there’s no way he can go back to class afterwards, but Aizawa tells him on no uncertain terms that he is not going back to class today, and so he relents.

That leaves Aizawa with a sleeping teenager who he doesn’t want to leave alone and 19 worried teenagers waiting for him back in his classroom.

In the end he sends Mic to tell them class is canceled today. None of them were going to be able to focus anyways, and they need some time to recover from the shock anyways.

All-Might finds out not too long after that, and his mind flies back to Katsuki on that night when he fought Izuku. He struck suddenly, by how it wasn’t the kidnapping itself that upset Katsuki. It wasn’t the villains that could’ve killed him, could’ve done all sorts of awful and terrible things to him. It was seeing someone else hurt trying to rescue him that upset Katsuki. That he was unable to understand.

Izuku put it together too. They both understand and can’t understand at the same time.

Katsuki wakes up, and he’s still freaked out by how much people care, but he accepts it with time.

Things settle down eventually, they go back to normal, but not really. Not quite. There’s a new normal now.

Katsuki isn’t left alone much anymore. Not unless he’s in his room and he’s kicked everyone else out of it for some peace and quiet. If he’s going out somewhere, it seems at least one of his classmates is following after him. Most often it’s some subset of the bakusquad. If he’s going home it’s almost always Izuku. He’s surprised by how often it’s people outside of that group though. All of his classmates have gone with him at least once. Even though he bitches about it, he doesn’t mind that much.

There’s a new set of rules for students too, when you leave the dorms you give an estimated return time, and if you’re more then an hour late and you don’t text your homeroom teacher to let them know you’re okay, they start looking for you.

Katsuki was annoyed by the new rules until some gen ed kid with a rich family actually got their lives saved by it. It makes the whole system feel less targeted, so he settled down about it.

Aizawa doesn’t follow the kid around, god no, he’s not going to invade a student’s privacy like that, but he makes it more of a point to know where Katsuki is. To know when he’s going home, or just going out.

It quickly becomes apparent and then suspicious to Aizawa that Katsuki never goes home. Even Shouto goes home sometimes, he has siblings he likes to visit apparently. Katsuki doesn’t.

When Aizawa had asked if Katsuki had ever talked about the fact he was kidnapped with his parents, the teenager had laughed. Then quickly shut his mouth when he saw Aizawa’s worried expression. What kind of parents don’t notice their own damn kid going missing? Aizawa had been wondering for months now.

Summer break is coming up, and most of the kids are supposed to go home. Katsuki is one of the few that isn’t excited for it.

After getting approval from Nezu, Aizawa approaches Katsuki two weeks before summer starts. He’s staying at the dorms over the summer, for safety reasons. Aizawa already got approval from his parents. They didn’t even question it. Didn’t seem to care much. Katsuki is wide eyed, but he doesn’t protest, not even his usual bluster. He just agrees, muttering that it’ll be nice to keep up on his training, and that’s that.

It can never be quite that easy though, and that very fucking weekend Katsuki was in such a good mood that he went out with a few of his classmates to the mall. All it took was him getting distracted by something in a shop window, he pauses for a moment to look at it, and then the assholes were on him. Something’s over his mouth, and he’s slipping into blackness.

He wakes up chained up with a headache, and he’s fucking tired, but he knows the drill.

It doesn’t take him long to pick the locks, doesn’t take him long to dispatch the guards and tie them up. Doesn’t take long for him to find the dumbass behind this whole thing and start a fight. Every bone in his body aches, but he keeps fighting.

The whole thing can’t have taken him more then two hours, so he’s fucking shocked when just as he takes a nasty blow to the shoulder, the front door of the place is broken down and there are people rushing in. He’s still kinda drugged out, so it’s surreal for him as suddenly Aizawa is there and has hands on his shoulders, and he’s being steered outside.

His classmates are there. Some of them anyways. Izuku isn’t. He’s apparently inside, having only just been hauled off the now unconscious villain.

It’s like he’s been teleported to a new world, and it’s confusing and strange, the idea that people noticed he was gone. That they cared enough to come get him, when they probably knew he could handle it on his own.

He must’ve said that last bit out loud, Aizawa’s grimacing now.

“Just because you can handle it on your own, doesn’t mean you should have to kid. You deserve some goddamn heroes in your life too. Now sit own here and let the paramedic look you over.”

Katsuki does, he answers the paramedics questions as best he can, and they take some blood and tell Aizawa something about sleeping it off.

Sleeping sounds awfully nice right now.

The adrenaline is fading, and some part of Katsuki screams that he needs to stay awake. That he needs to get himself home or they’ll catch him again. That this is do or die.

But that’s not right. Aizawa’s here. His classmates are here. Other people are here, and for some reason they’re helping him.

Even if Katsuki’s brain is still worried, his body knows it’s safe, that it doesn’t need to keep pushing and pushing anymore, and so he fades out. Trusting for once in his goddamn life that he doesn’t need to save himself. For once in his life, it’s okay to let someone else do that for him.

When he wakes up, he’s in the infirmary, and he can see his classmates scattered around the room, Aizawa in a chair to his side, Mic leaning on Aizawa’s shoulder and All-Might to their left. Everyone’s asleep. It’s like 3 am in the morning.

One deep breath in, one deep breath out. Katsuki lets himself relax on purpose this time, and as he falls back asleep he does it knowing for a damn fact that everything will be okay when he wakes up. He’s not alone anymore.

#katsuki bakugou #dadzawa #aizawa shouta #izuku midoriya #class 1-a #bnha #mha #sif speaks #sif writes #sif answers #my headcanons #man this got long #listen my brain just took hold of the aftermath and would not let go #Anonymous #katsuki's kidnappings

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 4 years

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Ghost Kid Chapter Twenty-Six: Mess

Snatcher watched Hat Kid float back and forth across the length of the ship’s central room. She’d been doing so since they’d double checked and confirmed that there wasn’t even a single Time Piece left in the vault, meaning they were for sure trapped here. Especially since there was no way Moonjumper and Mu were still around. This was without a doubt the most annoying thing Moonjumper had ever done, next time Snatcher saw him, he was in for it for sure.

Annoyed by her pacing even if it had only been going on for a few minutes, Snatcher reached out and patted Hat Kid’s head next time she passed close enough for him to do so. “Chill out kiddo,” he said as she stopped to look at him. “It’ll be fine.” Probably anyway.

She frowned at him. “It’s unlike you to lie to try to be comforting.”

Snatcher scoffed. “As if I’d do that. No, I’m just telling you it’ll probably be fine so there’s no need to be so that way about.” He made a vague gesture at her. “Watching you pace is annoying.” And was stressing him out too which was the last thing he needed or wanted right now.

“What the peck? The pecking world could end! And we’re stuck in the past, unable to do anything about it. And it’s a time before your crazy ex froze everything, if we’re stuck here long enough, we’re going to have to deal with that unless you want to stay here in your pocket dimension for forever. So it’s very much looking like things aren’t going to be fine.”

That wasn’t a thought Snatcher needed to have. He would rather stay here then see the Big Freeze happen again. But his point still stood. “Only truly insane people would want the world to end. I know Moonjumper doesn’t want that and while I don’t know Mu, I doubt she would either. So they’ll come crawling back eventually, asking you to clean up their mess.” … Hopefully anyway. Something could happen to prevent them from doing so or they could put it off until it was too late. Or maybe Snatcher didn’t know Moonjumper as well as he thought he did and maybe he really wouldn’t mind the world ending for one his dumb games.

Hat Kid frowned up at him for a few seconds before sighing. “I guess that’s possible. It feels wrong to just sit here waiting for that though. There’s nothing else we can do though, huh? But if we’re waiting for them to come back, shouldn’t we do that not in your pocket dimension? Unless Moonjumper can find us here after all. And if we want him to find us, I should probably take this off, right?” She gestured to her bracelet.

“Uh… yeah. I was about to say that myself.” He didn’t want to hang out in the living forest though, dammit. But she was right, it’d be better to wait out there where they could be found by Moonjumper and pray he and Mu returned soon. If they never came back though… that was a bridge Snatcher would cross if and when they got there.

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“Ah, there they are!” Moonjumper said as Snatcher and Hat Kid appeared in the forest out of thin air. Watching from the horizon, Mu and Moonjumper were still invisible to them but their sudden appearance made Mu flinch a little anyways.

“Now,” Moonjumper continued, turning to look at her, “you’re going to lie and tell them you had fight me to get the Time Pieces back.”

“Why?” Mu just wanted the end of the world to be fixed, why go through the trouble of anything else?

“Because that would’ve been a more exciting way for the game to end and how it was supposed to. But it will also make you look better in their eyes and thus they should be less likely to kill you.” Oh right, yeah, that was still as possibility. “So lie and tell them we had an epic glorious battle where you came out on top and are thus returning to them as a hero.”

“I’m not a hero though.” She’d tried to be but had failed so miserably she’d become a villain instead. “I’m just… giving up and hoping Hat Kid can still fix it.” If she couldn’t then… it wasn’t really worth thinking about.

Moonjumper sighed. “Yes, but you were supposed to be. If you’d just gotten angry and challenged me like I’d wanted then this would’ve been the truth. It would’ve made for a grand story. And it would’ve also been better for you and for that I apologize.” He gave her a slight bow.

Mu glared at him because she was still mad at him. “You’re insane.” But she had to do what he said, right? Hat Kid and Snatcher might be willing to spare her life if they thought she’d done something heroic to get the Time Pieces back to them. … Maybe things would’ve been better if things had gone the way Moonjumper had wanted because then Mu wouldn’t have to add ‘lying to make herself look good and save herself’ to her already lengthy list of sins.

Moonjumper grinned. “That’s what people tell me. Now you ready to lie and manipulate a couple soul eating ghosts into letting you live?”

No but she’d never feel ready and the sooner she got it over with, the better so… “Yeah.”

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It was still bright and sunshiny in the forest as they appeared in it once more. Hat Kid was excited to see the forest alive and well despite the circumstances. They’d have to be careful not be seen by anyone but that wasn’t a real worry. Snatcher was a good teacher; she could hide and sneak around like a champ.

“No wondering off,” Snatcher said, using his serious voice. “We’re not here for fun so you’re staying by my side the whole time, got it?”

She wouldn’t have wanted to leave his side anyway. Given their surroundings, this probably wasn’t a pleasant place for him to be. And splitting up just wouldn’t be a smart idea in general and would serve no purpose. So the fact that he thought she might wonder off on her own was honestly borderline insulting. “Yeah, Dad, I got it, okay? I won’t wonder off.”

He froze half turned away from her before snapping to look at her again. “W-what did you just call me?”

Wait, what had she just called him? … Oh no! “It was a joke.” Yep, totally a joke, not a slip of the metaphorical tongue at all.

“It better have been because I’m your mentor, not your dad, they’re different.” Not really by a whole lot though, right? But then again, Hat Kid didn’t know much about dads so maybe they were vastly different. Regardless, he willing admitted to being her mentor now which was nice. They were making progress. “I guess for now let’s find a place to…”

“Uh… Hat Kid.”

She snapped around to see Mu stepping out from behind a tree. She looked haggard and worn; her hair and clothing a mess, bags under her eyes and a slight red puffiness to her face that might’ve been evidence of tears not too long ago. She had the Time Pieces, holding them in a ball with one hand. Snatcher had been right, nothing else would explain this. That didn’t mean Hat Kid was happy to see her… though it combined with Mu’s pitiful state made it hard to be mad at her.

“Sorry,” she said almost shyly as she stepped closer. “You were right. The world was ending and… stuff. Moonjumper was… okay with that so I uh… had to fight him to steal the Time Pieces back. You can fix it though, right? Please, I don’t want the world to end.”

“Probably.” Hat Kid had had proper use of the Time Pieces drilled into her for as long a she could remember, even before they’d properly began teaching her how to pilot. “That depends on how badly you pecked up the timeline though. Now give them to me.” She held out her hand, giving Mu her best angry look.

She hesitated to come closer though, looking up at Snatcher and then at Hat Kid again. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

“If you don’t give us the Time Pieces, we will,” Snatcher said.

“Fair enough, I guess.” She walked over and surrender the Time Pieces at last. … What had happened to make her so willing to give them up? Lots of stuff clearly, the beginning of the end of the world for one. Being betrayed by someone she’d probably thought was a friend and having to fight him for another, meaning she’d gotten a taste of her own betrayal medicine at last. Hat Kid almost felt sorry for her. Under different circumstances she might have but almost everything bad that had happened here was entirely the fault of Mu’s deliberate actions. So sympathy was a bit of a tall order after she’d also gotten Hat Kid killed.

What to do with her though? Kill her for her soul like Hat Kid had wanted to do when first seeing her again? Let her go because she wasn’t worth it? Or something else? … Didn’t really matter right now because Hat Kid had to fix the mess she’d made first.

“First,” she said, looking up at Snatcher and ignoring Mu for now, “we need to get back on my ship and return to present day. Then I can fix it.” Probably anyway, if it was beyond fixing… she’d figure out what to do from there if that proved to be the case.

Snatcher snapped and suddenly Hat Kid’s ship was back in the real world. “Make it fast, I want out of here.”

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faofinn · 4 years

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Running Out Of Time - Whumptober Day 4

@whumptober2020

Clinic hours weren’t why Fao had joined the Army, but they were par for the course as a junior registrar. Theatre was where he wanted to be, naturally, but here he did feel like he was making a difference.

Outreach to the locals was rewarding, and whilst it wasn’t his favourite it was still a good learning experience. A chance to practice his sutures, work on his bedside manner, paeds practice. It was what you made it, and Fao wanted to make the most of his tours. So he threw himself into clinic, and he definitely learned from it.

Harrison had joined the army as an escape, as so many others did. He was never really sure what he wanted to do, torn between two many options and told he’d never be good at any of them.

He’d loved it at first, the days long and tiring, but for once filled with purpose. It gave his life some meaning, and even messing about with his colleagues was fun. Daft and sometimes stupid, yes, but he was still young.

Even during clinic hours, he’d mess around, often pushing the boundaries with what he was allowed to do. He’d been pulled up a few times for it, but somehow seemed to get away with it. Teasing the older juniors was the most fun, watching them get more infuriated with him before he’d cave and help out. It didn’t help that others were rather attractive and he wanted their attention, but that was just an added bonus.

Fao's consultant had left him somewhat in charge of the clinic that day, and he was already ridiculously busy. He'd not slept that well, typically, and now there was a stack of paperwork in front of him that needed doing.

He turned in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Harrison, are you done with bed three? I really need it.”

“Yeah, almost. I’m trying.”

“How much longer? I've got like four people who need to be seen.”

“How long is a piece of string?” He shrugged, gesturing with his hands. “I don’t know. They’ll be done when they’re done.”

“Not even a vague estimate?”

“Six years?”

Fao rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just find me when you've discharged.”

“I’m not trying to be a dick.” He softened. “Honestly. I’ll do my best.”

“Ah, I get it. Winding us seniors up gives you a kick. Just… Be quick. I've got so many people desperate to be seen.”

Harrison grinned as he left. “Nah, just you.”

“Twat.”

For once Harrison did as he was told, finishing his treatment and discharging within the half hour. He returned to Fao with a mischievous grin, loitering in the doorway.

Fao didn't even look up. “I know it's you, Harrison. And I know you're grinning like a Cheshire cat. Have you discharged?”

His grin widened. “Yes, your highness. All done.”

He stretched his hand out. “Paperwork?”

“Illegible, but done.” He passed it across, barely suppressing the urge to throw it. “Happy?”

Fao scanned over it - it was no worse than his. “More than.”

“Excellent. Anything else?”

“Keep treating, kid. There's people everywhere.”

“Shocking. It’s almost like we’re in a warzone.”

“Smartass.”

Harrison grinned again, almost laughed. “What would you do without me?”

Fao finally looked up at him, and leaned back in his chair. “Replace you with someone who talks less and works more.” He said, but his words were light and he was smirking.

“Hey, I work.” He joked back. “You wouldn’t have that paperwork if I didn’t.”

“I know, I know. God, I swear I'm losing my mind doing this paperwork. What's it like today? As hellish as it appears?”

“Worse.”

Fao sighed. “It's getting worse again.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me. I don’t understand it at all.”

“Me neither. People are going to get hurt.”

“We need to move on.”

“Like hell will we, though.” He muttered. “Just have to do our best for the people we can treat. Grab me if you need?”

"Of course. Shout if you need any help with the paperwork, though." He offered before adding. "Wouldn't want you getting a papercut."

“If I do, wouldn't trust you to put a plaster on it.”

"Ouch."

Harrison laughed as he left, shooting Fao a glance over his shoulder. He wasn’t much older than him, but he seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Not that he could blame Fao half the time, having to put up with him. At least he sometimes got a smile out of him.

Moments after Harrison left, Fao got a page from his CO. There'd been strikes in the area, they were expecting a load of critical patients and needed to clear the clinic to make space.

“Harrison!” He called down the hall after the younger man.

He rolled his eyes, arms filled with supplies for restocking. “What’s up, Wolfie?”

“I need everyone out. Now. Anyone who's not immediately at risk if they're not treated, out. Every bed cleared, everyone gone. Strikes, and we're the closest place for aid.”

“On it.” Fao seemed worried, and Harrison knew the last thing he needed was him being an ass. “Give me five minutes and we’ll be empty.”

“Here, give me all that.” Fao said, gesturing to the supplies Harrison held. “You go sort patients, let me deal with the admin shit.”

He passed it across. “It’ll be okay. You could run this shit in your sleep.”

He nodded. “Any patients who need to stay, stay, but try and move them to free up beds. We need-” Fao didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. The world shattered around them, too quickly to realise why.

Harrison couldn’t breathe. There was a searing pain down his spine and his head was too sluggish to think. It took too long to place where he was, and he slipped before he could do anything.

It took Fao a while to realise what was going on. His ears were ringing, the air was thick with dust. His eyes finally focused on the rubble around him, and realised he was pinned. He couldn’t move, but he could breathe. Just about, it was hard.

Harrison next woke coughing, almost retching against the air. He blinked slowly, trying to clear his vision. It wasn't his eyes, he realised eventually, the ringing in his ears almost deafening. He tried shouting, calling to see if anyone was there, if anyone was still alive.

It was muffled, but Fao could hear a shout. Close, too. Even through the ringing of his ears, he could hear. Harrison? It had to be, he was the only one close to him before.

“Harrison?!” He called hoarsely.

"Fao? Fao!"

He broke off coughing. “You ‘kay?”

"I'm alive." He shouted back, voice rough. "You alright? You hurt?"

“Think ‘m ‘kay.” He called. “Where are you?”

"Not far from you, I think. I can't fucking see anything."

“Trapped? Think I am.”

Harrison swore. "I think I can get out."

“Careful.”

He snorted. "When am I ever?"

“Careful.” He repeated, trying to be firm.

Harrison rolled his eyes (a bad decision only making the dizziness worse) and started trying to move. Something sharp stabbed him in the back and he cried out, fingers coming back red.

It wasn't too deep, the metal pole able to be moved with a shove. He made it to his knees before he started retching again, the room spinning again.

“Tomcat?!” Fao called, panicked at his cry.

"'m fine." He groaned. "I'm comin'."

“You ‘kay?”

"Just peachy."

“Sure?”

"Yeah, yeah. You know the one that's been dropped? All bruised and battered and nobody wants it?" He muttered, mainly to himself. "Just like that."

Fao couldn’t quite hear, just groaned and struggled to move. “This is heavy.”

"I know, Wolfie, I'm trying. Can you move at all?"

“I think so?”

"Can you move your legs? Arms? You bleeding anywhere?"

Fao spent a few moments focused on his body. “Don’t think I’m bleeding. Everything moves, jus’... covered in shite. Ribs are killer.”

"Yeah, I bet. Glad you're moving though." He groaned. "I'm nearly there. My flashlight is shite."

“Yeah, ‘m ‘kay.” It was hard to focus on Harrison, now other people were crying out. The air was thick, and Fao was sure something was on fire.

"Do me a favour, Wolfie. Keep talking to me, whatever bullshit you usually sprout."

Fao sighed, though it quickly turned into a coughing fit. “Think we deserve a drink when we get back.”

"Just one? I'll take the case."

“God, absolutely.”

It was hard to see through the dust, and it was only growing harder to breathe. Fao was a welcome sight though, even covered in debris and dirt.

“I’ve got you. I’m here.”

Fao looked up at him, struggling. “Get this shit off of me? Don’t think it’s crushing anything major.”

Harrison tried a laugh. “Nothing major? Guess you’ve not got much down there.”

“Fuck you!”

“With what?” He quipped back, testing the weight of it. “Any chance you could help me give it a shove? I’m not sure I can do it all. But I promise - I promise - I’ll get you out of here.”

“Yeah, help me sit? My arm’s stuck.”

“Yeah, ‘course. What do you want me to do?”

Fao was busy trying to keep moving his fingers. “Try and move it? Then I can sit and help.”

“Sure, sure. You ready? On three.” He gave Fao a countdown before shoving it, putting his weight behind it.

It took a few attempts, but it finally shifted, Harrison slipping with it as it moved. He gave it another shove for good measure, his feet struggling to get grip and not getting any further.

Fao groaned as the weight of the rubble was replaced with the weight of Harrison. “What're you doin’, Tomcat?”

“Trying to free your sorry ass. I slipped.”

“You ‘kay?”

“Course.” He grumbled. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Can help when you move.”

He moved slowly, feeling the grate of his ribs with every movement. "Better?"

“Mm.” Fao said, and slowly managed to sit up. His eyes had started to adjust to the low light now, and he struggled to move the rubble that was over his legs. His chest burned and the dust just made it harder to breathe, but he was so nearly free.

With Fao more free, Harrison swept the light over him. "Where are you hurt?"

“‘M fine, just bruised. Help me get this shit off.”

"Are you sure? I don't want you to bleed out on me as soon as I move it."

“Not gonna.”

He gave Fao a short smile. "You better fucking not."

“I won’t. Feel fine.”

“Like fuck do you.” He scoffed. “C’mon, hold onto me, I’ll drag you the rest of the way.”

“Not even dizzy.” Fao protested, but gripped onto Harrison.

Harrison winced. “Not there, move your hands slightly.”

“Oh.” Fao said, and shifted his grip.

“Much better.” He muttered through gritted teeth. “Ready?”

“Yeah, go on.”

Harrison nodded, gripping onto Fao’s clothing as he pulled. He groaned with effort, the pain only worsening and proving to make it more difficult.

“You’re such a lump.”

“Thanks.” Fao said, kicking to get free. The rubble was heavy but he seemed unharmed, aside from his ribs and a few scratches. Breathing heavily (and painfully) he struggled to his knees.

Harrison extended an arm. "You alright? You good?"

Fao nodded, a hand wrapped around his ribs. It was a struggle to get his breath back, it was agony, but he eventually managed. “Yeah. Let me get a look at you.”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get you out and then I’ll see who else is in there.”

“No, let me make sure you're okay.”

“I’m fine, Wolfie. I wasn’t the one trapped.”

“I hurt you when I grabbed you.” Fao said, narrowing his eyes. “Give me your light.”

“It hurt because you grabbed me. We both got blown up. It’s no big deal.”

“Light. Now.” Fao said, trying his best to be authoritative.

“Piss off.” Harrison turned away, hiding his face. “Can you walk out of here?”

“Harrison, let me see.”

“No. I’ve said I’m fine.” He snapped. “Now, are you walking or am I going to have to drag your ass out of here too?”

“I'll walk. Waiting for the feeling to get back in my legs properly.”

“Yeah, yeah. Take your time. Put your arm around me, I’ll help you.”

Fao looked up at him, trying to ignore the pain in his ribs. “Sure.”

“C’mon, let’s get you out.”

Fao struggled to his feet, refusing to use Harrison for help. He'd be fine, he just had to go slow.

“Hey, come here.” Harrison wrapped his arm around Fao’s waist. “Let me help.”

“‘m fine.”

“Then stop bein a dick.”

The world span as Fao finally stood, but he managed to stay upright and looked over at Harrison. “‘m up.”

“Yeah, good job.” He gave Fao a genuine smile. “You’re doing good.”

“Out? I wanna get a look at you.”

“Yeah, we can get out.”

“Unless you give me your torch.”

He narrowed his eyes. “We’re getting you out.”

“Fine.”

Mainly supporting Fao, Harrison started walking, stumbling over the uneven ground. Each jolt sent a shock of pain through him, only serving to make his dizziness worse. He had to get Fao out, he was the main priority. They could deal with him later.

Fao could tell he wasn't right. He was fine to walk, just slow, it was Harrison who was stumbling. “Hey, you alright?” He asked. “Lean on me a bit?”

He laughed quietly. “It’s meant to be you leaning on me.”

“Keep trippin’ and you'll pull me over anyway. Lemme help.”

“No, no. I’ll be better.”

“Come on, I can take you a bit.”

"Is that an offer?"

“Piss off.”

"What would you do with-without me?"

“Told you - find someone who works more and talks less.” He joked weakly.

"Yeah. Hell, you'd be better off without me."

“Nah, you're a good one.”

"Sure, sure." It was growing harder for Harrison to see straight, his vision darkening as he walked. He just had to get Fao out, get him safe, that was all.

Fao gripped him tightly. He was getting heavier, and he was worried. He tried his best, struggling over the rubble.

Harrison stumbled, reaching out to grab at the wall. “‘m okay.”

“Careful.”

“I just tripped.” He grumbled, trying to brush it off. “But I’m gonna be sick.”

“Oh.” Fao mumbled, pulling back.

He managed an apology before turning away, immediately throwing up. He took a moment to compose himself, dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and then returned to Fao's side.

"Sorry."

“Let's get out.” Fao said firmly, and managed to get them both out into the natural light. They still had cover, but it seemed whoever had destroyed the building was long gone.

“We need help, there’ll be people still in there.”

“Yeah, I've got no comms or anything on me. Was all in the office.”

“I’ll head back in, see what I can grab.”

“No, let me look at you first.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

Fao reached out for him, but realised his hands were already somewhat bloody and frowned. “Are you bleeding?”

“A tiny bit. It’s nothing.” He shrugged, stepping away. “Just a scratch.”

“Let me see.”

“Why’re you so obsessed with me?”

“Because I think you're more hurt than you say you are.”

“You always say you want me to say less.”

“It's a joke, kid.” Fao said, moving closer.

Harrison nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let me look?”

“Nothin’ to see.”

“Sure, I'll be the judge of that.”

“You’ll be wrong.” Fao was having trouble staying in focus and Harrison frowned. “Will you just stand still?”

Fao’s brows knitted together. “I am stood still.”

“You look like a worm.”

“Why don't we sit, hmm?” Fao said, a hand on his shoulder.

“You want me on my knees?” Harrison tried joking, shrugging Fao’s hand off.

“Funny. Come on, worried you're gonna pass out on me.”

“What would I go and do that for?”

“To be wholly inconvenient.”

Harrison cracked a smile. “Jus’ returning the favour.”

His knees gave out first, eyes rolling as he collapsed. The pain and dizziness disappeared as his world bled into darkness.

“Oh, for fucks sake.”

#whumptober2020 #whumptober #no.4 #running out of time #collapsed building #buried alive #whump prompt #whump #whump writing #Faolan Blackwood #Hars #Wolfie and Tomcat #Harrison #army au #faoxhars #these twilight moments

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cozyteez · 4 years

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prince!yunho, II.

"... i am proud to be heir to the throne of this kingdom, and i will do everything i can and more to make sure that narameth is proud to have me as their prince."

yunho set the speech down on the table in front of him and immediately began to pace back and forth

"what are you doing?"

xenia was leaned back in her chair, watching him shake his hands as if there were bugs all over them. with only two days left before the big day, he was beginning to feel a little bit anxious and the run-through he just did made it all little too real for him

"huh?"

he kept walking, inhaling, shaking, walking, exhaling

"that. with your hands."

yunho looked down and stopped shaking them, but immediately began to rub them down his pants

"i think i'm starting to get nervous about all of this...."

"you'll be fine, trust me. the speech is great, everyone already thinks you're great, it'll be great."

yunho just sort of nodded, obviously too lost in his thoughts to really listen. xenia saw this and began to quickly brainstorm ways to take his mind off of it completely

"you know what? how about afterwards i make sure my schedule is totally clear and i get my father to leave out a cake recipe for us in the kitchen. we can bake you a birthday cake, then eat it for dinner, and maybe watch some movies too?"

he took one last deep breath and finally stopped pacing

"that sounds nice"

"now," she quickly gathered her things and stood up "i'm going to go to bed because i've been awake for 17 hours, and i think you should too"

yunho nodded as he started to calm down, she was right. maybe he should sleep it off.

three hours later he's tossing and turning in his bed, trying anything to make his brain just shut up. it was like he was arguing with himself except he didn't even want to. he just wanted to sleep.

'it's gonna be fine, the speech was approved by the advising panel and they said it was great'

'yeah, but what if you mess it up? or it flies off the podium while you deliver it? then what?'

'i can just memorize the speech, it's pretty short and i did write it after all...'

'yeah okay hotshot, do you remember the first time you gave a presentation? your forgot your own name'

'everybody already likes me and they know i'm young, they'll be forgiving if i mess up a little bit'

'they don't even know you. they'll think you're unfit to be king and -'

that's when he swung his feet over the side of his bed and almost mindlessly went down one floor and to the left, straight to xenia's room without a second thought

as kids they'd always sneak into each other's rooms and stay up late, often falling asleep together only to be found the next morning by a caretaker or one of their parents. the first time it happened it was yunho who snuck into xenia's room, and that almost caused a lot more trouble than what it was worth. almost.

he was only 6 and the caretaker went to wake him up the morning after he snuck out, but his bed unmade and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. to this day, nobody has ever seen the queen more upset than she was that morning when the caretaker came rushing into the breakfast room yelling 'the prince is gone! the prince is gone!'

so the queen, the king, the caretaker, and pretty much all available castle staff began searching everywhere for yunho. they closed off all entrances and exits to the castle, nobody was allowed in or out until the prince was found

meanwhile, xenia's mother had gone to go wake her daughter and when she opened the door and turned the light on, she immediately got the nearest staff to fetch the king and queen. she had found yunho sound asleep with his thumb in his mouth curled up in the corner of her daughter's bed, who was somehow sprawled out over most of it despite how small her 6-year-old body was

the queen rushed into the room and scooped up yunho, who immediately wrapped himself around his her and stuck his thumb back into his mouth, too tired from staying up so late to realize what was happening

over breakfast their parents gave them a rather stern talking to about how it's not okay to leave without anybody knowing where you go, because then everyone will think something bad happened

so two days later when yunho really wanted to play a game after bedtime, he simply found some paper and a crayon and left a note regarding his whereabouts before happily setting off to his friend's room

'i am going two nias room. i am safe. love, yunho'

and now yunho's at xenia's door, palms sweaty and hands shaky, about to do the same secret knock they developed almost 15 years ago

as expected, she takes a while to answer. he knew she'd be asleep and began to feel a little bit guilty when he heard her groan and drag her sleepy body across her room

"you better be dying or i - hey, what's wrong?"

yunho begins a rapid fire that xenia was not ready for of all his apprehensions and worries about the speech and how it'll be perceived. he followed xenia back to her bed while she tried her best to let him know she was (sort of) listening by sprinkling in some "yeah"s and "uh huh"s for every couple of sentences that came out of yunho's mouth.

xenia crawled onto her side of the bed as yunho got onto his, still going on about every possible thing that could go wrong

finally, xenia had enough and cut him off

"so why are you here again?"

"well... because i can't sleep, so -"

"well, i can. so just sleep here and don't wake me up again or i'm going to be tried for treason because i killed narameth's only heir to the throne"

"oh. sorry...."

"don't be sorry just be quiet"

so they laid there in silence, xenia taking mere seconds to fall back asleep as yunho laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. his hands were resting on top of his torso and he tried to match his breathing to hers, thinking it would somehow make him sleepy

eventually the voices in his head did die down as exhaustion fogged his brain, and he was finally able to fall asleep

the next morning yunho wasn't at breakfast. usually the king would ask someone to go wake him up, but today the queen had managed to convinced him otherwise

"let him sleep darling, i'm sure he needs it. slow day today anyways"

an hour goes by and there's still no sign of yunho, so the queen goes to wake him up herself only to find his bed and room empty, the same way she'd found it many times before

she smiled a bit to herself as she walked down to xenia's room, happy that yunho still seems to have a best friend in her despite the fact that both of their lives have gotten exponentially more busy and exhausting over the last couple of years

the queen gently knocked on the door once, twice, then three times before leaning against it

"xenia? sweetheart? is yunho in there with you?"

as soon as she was done talking she heard something heavy hit the ground, followed by xenia's undeniable laughter

they both woke up to the sound of his mother's knocking, and as soon as she began to speak he looked at the clock and realized he slept through breakfast and was probably about to be late to god knows what

so, he leaped out of bed to go get ready for the day. well, he tried to anyways

instead his foot got caught in the comforter and he fell down onto his side, hitting his elbow pretty badly

"... is he alright?"

both xenia and yunho answered her and the same time

"yes" "no"

yunho chucked a pillow that he'd taken down with him at her face

"hey! my elbow really hurts and it's because of your stupid blanket"

he began to flail around in an attempt to untangle his foot as she just kept laughing while hugging the pillow yunho had thrown into her face, her contagious laugh eventually spreading to yunho

by this point the queen had walked away, she always felt a little bit guilty for pushing yunho so hard. he deserved a slow morning

their laughter died down but their smiles never faded

"so do you feel a little bit better about the speech tomorrow?"

"actually, i do. thank you"

"yeah, yeah."

she dismissed his gratitude and began to look around her bed

"...wait. what time is it?"

"uhhh like 10:35?"

"holy - oh my god i'm late" she began to scramble off the bed and towards her closet to find some clothes to wear, bypassing yunho who was still sprawled out on the floor with his foot somehow still stuck in the bedding "yunho! get out!"

"uh, right. sorry." he scrambled to his feet, almost tripping again as he got his foot unstuck at the last possible second. xenia came up behind him and started pushing him towards the door "okay! okay, i'm going! geez!"

just as she was closing the door on him, he stuck his head near the opening

"don't forget to brush your hair, it looks like a bird's nest!"

and with that, she pushed the door in his face and rushed back to her closet to throw on some clothes

as she got dressed she shook her head to herself and smiled. of all the people she could've gotten stuck with in this castle, despite the fact the he just made her late and called her hair messy, she was glad it was him.

#word count 1.7k #prince!yunho #ateez #yunho #yunho imagine #ateez imagine

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