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aysegust · 7 days

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I HAVE NO HEART. (NI WEH SESH) -K.B

Pairings: (Kaz Brekker x heartrender!reader)

A/N: Hello beautiful people! This fiction is based off clearly the season two, episode six from the Shadow & Bone series. There are some exact quotes from the episode because for the plot of the storyline. As a reminder, I don’t own Y/N and other characters and all rights go to beautiful Leigh Bardugo… I just love the write fanfics! Anyways, this is the only way I would write touching scenes with Kaz. And I loved watching that episode, it was amazing. The way the actors played very well… And I thought why wouldn’t Y/N be in it? Hope you enjoy it! Have a nice reading!

Word Count: 4.540

Warnings: Violence, poison, and no hates to Zoya, I love her but in the story, it is a bit different.

“There is something in the air!” Tolya said it with a haze of a worry. As all of you looked at the ceiling, you saw a red powder spreading across the room. “This is how we die?” Jesper exclaimed anxiously.

Suddenly a strong cough filled your throat. Your lungs were filling with the poisonous powder, when you turned your head to your side, you saw Jesper as he blacked out and collapsed into the floor. As you backed away, still coughing like the others, you leaned on the ground and put your hands on your heart.

As Tolya and you shared a glance, both of you were stabilizing your heartbeats. You glanced to Inej as she passed out and a loud thump came out from Kaz, as you looked at him he fell on the floor harshly. You feared that this moment might be all of your death.

The Slat was quiet unusually. You scoot over from Nina’s side and sit down on the high chair. You were eating some breakfast, as you felt growling inside your empty stomach.

While you were eating, two person came inside to the Slat. As you looked at them, the man had a strong physique and wore off-shoulder leather coat. He looked mighty. As you turned to the girl he was with, she looked oddly familiar. Had dark brown eyes match with her dark brown hairs. Her expressions were cold and still. While the guy looked rather cheerful. He was a Shu also. Then as you examined the girl further you realized it was Zoya. Zoya Nazyalensky.

As they beelined to the Kaz’s office, you exchanged a look with Nina. “Why is Zoya doing in here?” She asked confused. “I have no idea.” You looked confused too, but you waited patiently for Kaz to come to the table you and Nina sat.

After several minutes, Kaz walked downstairs following with Zoya and that Shu guy. As they walked to the table you two were sitting, Kaz informed briefly why they were here. The Shu man, introduced himself as you learned his name was Tolya, he explained further about why they wanted your assistance on this plan.

As you listened patiently, Nina spat in disbelief. “The Neshyenyer? Sankta Neyar's blade?” Zoya looked at her reproachful. “So, you haven't forgotten what you were taught at the Little Palace.” She said teasingly. “Just your loyalty to Ravka.“ She turned to her glances to you too while she was talking with Nina.

You haven’t bothered to answer her as Nina jumped in. “Ravka? Or Kirigan? It didn't take him destroying a city for me to question my loyalty.“ She said a little louder.

As Jesper intervened to ask the payment, Tolya answered and Zoya explained further for Nina’s questions.

After Kaz finished the conversation with an agreement, you looked at Kaz briefly then turned your attention back to Zoya while she eyed you with a straight expression.

That was it, a new business, going to help the sun summoner to destroying the fold, in return got a paycheck of thousands of kruges. You went to your own room and packed a small bag for your tools. As Kaz secured your passports, you went to meet them outside the Slat.

It was going to be an extremely dangerous quest. A difficult one, you were feeling it.

Before all of this happened, you were a heartrender, learning to control your abilities and studying small science in Little Palace. As soon as you were studying and under commands of General Kirigan, you realized that this place is degenerated.

You were friends with Nina, back then. As you two were both heartrenders, she was like a big sister for you. She supported you through everything you dealt about the Little Palace.

One day, you decided to tell her your plans. You were going to escape the Palace, you relied on Nina so much that you were so sure about that she wasn’t going to turn you in, as you went to her, you realized she was also making her escape plan too.

You two escaped the palace but unfortunately you grew apart as you found yourself in Ketterdam your dock sailed in. As that time, you and Kaz’s paths crossed. He found who you were and what was your abilities, then he offered you a salaried position. Because you were useful. Also, you needed money so you agreed his offer and worked for him.

After everything happened and your way’s crossed again with Nina, you were more than happy to see a friend.

As all of you finally docked in Shu Han, you looked at the crowd. The place looked beautiful. The crowd wore nice and unique clothes, the bazaar looked lively and relaxed, you turned to your head to Tolya as he lowered onto his knees, there was a thin candle in his hand as he looked at the statue decored with flowers and fruits. He was speaking in Shu language as you watched him.

You were standing next to Kaz and Wylan. Watching the scene as Inej lowered to her knees next to him, praying to herself. While Zoya and Nina did the same. As they began to speak to each other, you gazed through the colored fibers. It was too noise-full and the crowd looked messy.

Then Tolya got up and walked to where you all stood. There were flutes playing through. “Just so you know, it's bad luck not to honor the dead during Suntsa Sar.” He said it as he was eating walnuts and turned his gaze to the statue. Kaz side eyed the man as he was standing and looked pissed. Jesper scoffed and looked at Tolya.

“If I believed in luck, I'd be in less debt.“ Jesper said and you turned your gaze to Tolya. Kaz turned his face to his side and looked at Tolya coldy. He then said, “And I’m more concerned with the living.” You smirked to yourself hearing Kaz’s words. Always has a remark, you thought to yourself.

After Kaz said the tea shop should be open by now, he reviewed the plan one more time. Inside of your mind, deeply, you wanted to take Nina’s role. Pretending to be Kaz’s wife, for a brief selfish moment you wanted to feel it.

He wasn’t sentimental, how could he? If you are living in the Barrel you can’t have those ‘weak sentiments’ Kaz said always. It was a cruel joke to you, because you loved that man.

Over the time as your acquaintanceship bloomed into a friendship, you caught feelings for the very man who deprived himself from it. Despite he was denying the little feelings he has, you heard his heart.

After you two become friends, it wasn’t confirmed by him but it was there, you understood it, you subconsciously let yourself hear his heartbeat. It was impossible to not hear it. Whenever you met his dark eyes, you felt the heartbeats of his paced faster.

Or whenever he was in his office, writing things on papers or reading some books and planning heists, listening his heartbeat calmed your heart too.

But there were ups and downs. Whenever someone mentioned Pekka Rollins’s name or the nightmares he was having, you were the only one who knew about it, you heard his heartbeat got extremely fast which was worried you so much.

You wanted to help him, at those moments when you were near to him, those anxious feelings eased after seconds. He knew it was your doing. He never confronted you about it but sometimes it really did help him. You two never talked about any of this but Kaz was in fact, grateful.

They say the eyes are the mirror of the heart, maybe Kaz hid his true views by training himself but his heart was never hiding himself to you.

But most of the time, he hated it. How you can able to hear his heartbeat, his pulse, it was giving him away to you, he wanted to keep the disguise. Because disguise is always a self portrait.

Nina was pretending to be his wife, Inej was on the roofs for following Ohval and you were left to stuck with Zoya.

After what happened in that tea shop, all of you sat into a place and talked about what happened. Kaz explained about how Ohval was the Disciple and Nina said how she was able to control her own heartbeat. Kaz explained further.

Then Kaz began to explain the plan. He glanced at Nina briefly. “While she's out of the house, Nina will tail her to make sure she stays out of the house.“ Then she looked at you for a moment. “The rest of us will grab the blade. “ He said.

Zoya intervened in quickly and looked at Kaz with an annoyed expression. “You don't seriously expect me to break into this woman's house.“ Jesper looked at her unbelievably then he joined the conversation. Uh, why do you think we're here?“ He said it confusedly.

Zoya looked at Jesper, “I'm a soldier, not a thief. Why else would I need you criminals?” She said it with an arrogance in her face visible.

You looked at her as you rolled your eyes. “Well, sorry to disappoint you Zoya but there is not much of a difference between them than you think.” You looked at her with coldness as Nina chuckled to ease the tension. “Says the girl who ran away from her country.” Zoya said as you were about to reply back to her, Zoya turned to Kaz. “I’ll go with Nina.”

Nina coughed while she was eating some walnuts. “Are you sure you don’t need me?” She said to Kaz. “I mean, Zoya can tail Ohval.” You watched Nina as you grinned. Kaz was done with the silly arguments you two had with Zoya. “Nina and Zoya will wait for Ohval at the apothecary. Follow her. If she starts heading home, buy us some time. Distract her.” With that Kaz put an end into that conversation, again.

Now it was the time for the plan. You and the others walked to the outside of Ohval’s house. The building looked very much traditional, as you were thinking like that, Tolya voiced your thought. You looked briefly at Kaz. You were wondering what he was thinking.

As Jesper approached to Wylan’s side, you heard a faint heartbeat. Tolya must’ve heard it too, he and you shared a glance. He said there was a faint heartbeat and you agreed.

When the doors opened you, Kaz, Inej, Tolya and Jesper entered inside whilst Wylan was standing outside for all of you. As you heard a click sound, you turned to your back and look at the door.

Inej and Tolya both tried to open the door with their hands after it was no use, they kicked the door and it was useless. You heard a groan from them. Then as Inej tried to stabbed the wallpaper but it was no use, it was impenetrable and then you looked at Kaz. “Kaz what do we do?” You whispered to him.

Kaz, as he clanged his cane into the door he looked at you then Jesper. “The frames are made of metal.” As he said it Jesper looked relieved for a moment. “They are Durast made.”

As you heard another click sound, “There is something in the air!” Tolya said it with a haze of a worry.

You tried, you tried too hard to stay awake. You were yelling Wylan’s name but it was no use, it felt like your voice sounded mere whisper. You looked at Tolya which he tried to also yell for Wylan.

Then as you turned your glance towards Kaz and saw him laying there unconsciously, your vision got blurred and the next thing you felt the dizziness and the pain in your head.

You found yourself back in the Crow Club. You looked around… it was empty. There were no heartbeats you could feel. A slight worry took you over as you hurriedly walked to Kaz’s office.

You opened it without knocking. When you entered the inside of his office, there was only a dim light, lightening his desk.

“Hello, Y/N.” You heard Kaz’s crooked voice. How could that be possible? You haven’t heard his heartbeat and you still couldn’t. “Kaz?” You looked at him as your eyebrows furrowed. He was wearing a white shirt, very unusual for him.. He would only wear black outfits. He looked too angelic to be true, as you drank his appearance.

His faint skin looked brighter as he wore white shirt, his hair disheveled and his gloves… As he approached to your side, he was slowly getting rid of his gloves. “What are you doing?” You whispered worriedly. You knew he had an aversion to touch and you felt anxious as he was taking his gloves off.

“Can I?” He was asking for your consent to touch you, as his hand raised to side of your cheek, you didn’t understand what was happening but before your mind could protest, the feelings inside of you thought different. “Yes.” You found yourself saying.

Kaz’s hand slowly caressed your cheek and you closed your eyes for a brief moment. It was so strange yet so familiar to you, feeling his touch, it was a feeling that you wanted to bottle and drink away.

Then you opened your eyes and looked at him. His gaze never left yours as you looked at him. “I… want you, Y/N.” As your bodies pressed together, you looked at him with tears forming in your eyes.

“Kaz…” You whispered softly. “I, I-“ You felt shattered as his nose touched with yours. You closed your eyes and felt your lips be touched by his. It blossomed flowers inside your chest as you felt the foreign feeling. It was new but something happened through the haze of love, you coughed.

You looked at him as your eyebrows crossed in a confused glance. “You are not Kaz.” You said as you looked at your environment. This place wasn’t his office anymore, suddenly you found yourself in Little Palace, in Kirigan’s room. “How’s my little heartrender doing?” Kirigan said it smoothly as he looked at you devilishly. “What is happening?” You sounded afraid.

He then approached to your side. “Did you miss me, Y/N?” He smirked. Then he grabbed your hand. “Let go of me!” You resisted but it was no use, he was strong and you became that girl. That little girl who was yanked away from their family and trapped in Kirigan’s arms. “You cannot escape from me, Y/N, you know it.”

You tried to yank your hand away from him. To use your heartrender abilities to get him down but it was no use. “Maybe, you want this huh?” He looked at you as feelings of betrayal crossed his eyes. Then he let go of you and pulled his hand in the air as Kaz appeared in the door. “I’m going to destroy him!” Kirigan said.

“No!” You yelled as the time you put your hands up and waved it in the air, Kirigan’s shadow cut already killed Kaz, you were late.

“Y/N!”

You heard a voice.

“Y/N! Come on, wake up!”

Inej was the first one to wake up from the nightmare of the poison, she could able to reach Wylan and as Wylan could explode a small hole in the wall, he gave Inej butterflies.

Inej, as she ate the butterfly as Wylan said it, she felt disgusted. Nearly she was going to throw up however after a few seconds, she felt better. “Wylan..” She whimpered. “We need four more.” She said it in pain.

Inej put the butterfly in Tolya’s mouth as she forcefully made him chew the butterfly. As Tolya woke up with a disgusting taste in his mouth, Inej went to Wylan’s side and took one more butterfly from him.

Then she gave it to Tolya. “Tolya, Jesper. Put it in his mouth.” As Inej said it, she went away and took one more butterfly from Wylan’s hand.

She hurriedly scoot over the Y/N’s side and opened her mouth with her hand. “Come on, Y/N, eat.” As she forcefully tried to made her eat the butterfly, “Y/N, Come on, wake up!” Inej yelled and tears formed in her eyes, after several seconds, you woke up and met Inej’s face. “Inej?” You looked at her confused and you turned your gaze to the room.

You weren’t there inside the Little Palace, it was the poison. Then Inej got up from your side and took the last butterfly and approached to the Kaz’s side, as your eyes followed Inej, she forcefully tried to put the butterfly into Kaz’s mouth, but it was no use.

Something was keeping him from there and he was too tense to eat the butterfly. You looked at Kaz as tears brimmed in your eyes, you closed your eyes for a second as you remembered the cut, you opened and rushed to Inej. “Let me try,” You said desperately.

When Inej gave you the butterfly, you looked at Kaz’s closed eyes. “Don’t leave me, please.” You whispered to yourself. You opened Kaz’s mouth and tried to make him eat the butterfly, it was hard and he was struggling to eat it. “Kaz, Come on!” Your voice was dangerously loud as a tears dropped from your eyes. “I’m not gonna lose you, not today!”

You yelled to him as you tried to make him eat the butterfly.

“Who are you without your vengeance?” Jordie screamed at Kaz as his face looked too pale and there were inflammation marks all over Jordie’s face. “What is the worth of life if you have no one left to fight for?” Jordie said it with sadness, after completing his sentence the anger inside of him came back and his eyes light up with fire.

He drowned Kaz into the water again and Kaz’s felt the utter pain inside his body all over again. The feeling of his lungs feeling with water, utterly panicked him.

Then he heard a voice. It was not Jordie’s. Muffled but not his. It was a girl voice. “Kaz, come on!” She yelled, then as the hands pulled him back, he looked at the very face of Y/N.

The way her eyes looked too worried for him, the way her touch calmed his heart and as the way she pulled him, he looked so relieved to see her.

“Kaz, I’m so sorry,” She said as Kaz’s eyes opened. For a moment, Kaz didn’t feel Y/N’s touch on his face as his eyes met with hers, a sincere relief could be seen by anyone.

But Kaz remembered. The feeling of wet dead bodies flashed into his mind and suddenly he struggled under Y/N’s touch, Y/N hurriedly backed away from him and closed her eyes.

“Is anyone alive?” You heard Wylan’s worried voice. After Tolya and Inej briefly talked, you got up and avoided to look at Kaz. His back was turned from all of you. You got up slowly and looked at Inej. “Did anyone else get lulled into a comforting sense of joy?” Jesper said as his voice cracked, his eyes got teary.

“I didn’t see anything.” Kaz said it coldly as you looked at him. He breathed heavily then Inej briefly glanced at him. “Neither did I.” You didn’t comment on what you saw, you just dodged the question.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” Tolya said.

After Kaz came up with a plan, Ohval walked in and all of you laid down and pretend to be unconscious. She opened the door and looked at all of you. Inej, was on the ceiling and she landed silently. While she was about to pull her knife, Ohval kicked her to the backyard.

Inej got up and pulled her knives. She threw them into Ohval but as Ohval put her hand up, she pushed the knives to the ground. Inej looked at Ohval with a terrified look.

Then all of you got up from the ground. Tolya, Jesper and you hurriedly ran to the backyard as Kaz went inside of the house. Inej threw several knives into Ohval but she was too quick to dodge Inej’s knives.

As Tolya, you and Jesper went to Inej’s side, Jesper and Tolya raised his gun to Ohval, you put your hands up waiting.

Ohval threw Tolya’s gun only a movement of her hand, then she looked at Jesper and warped Jesper’s guns.

When you saw what happened, you curled your hands and showed it to Ohval. Trying to slower her heartbeat into a dangerous rhythm. Tolya also raised his hands to join you but Ohval raised her hands and pulled all the knives in Inej’s waistcoat. She turned the weapons into your way.

It was too quick.

Tolya grunts, all of you dodged the knives. “Seriously offside.” Jesper said as he was very pissed about Ohval’s movements. She threw her hair accessory to Jesper’s neck as she tried to chock him with it. Tolya approached to Ohval’s side and he pulled a punch towards her but she defended herself too quickly. She punched Tolya’s arm while Inej also did a counter on Ohval. Ohval pulled away from Inej’s fist and turned to both of them.

As both Tolya and Inej tried to takedown Ohval, Jesper was still trying to not choke. You raised your hands quickly and curled it to target Ohval. As you were trying to air out of her lungs, she quickly punched both of them to the ground and raised her hands to you.

The next minute you knew, you were choking from loss of air, inside of your lungs. Your vision got blurry, Tolya and Inej looked at you briefly then they attacked Ohval again. As you felt ease, you breathe again. It was deep and, you were hurting.

But she was too strong. She kicked Tolya down and Inej threw her kick into hers but Ohval took her leg and threw her to the wall. You got up and tried to punch Ohval but she quickly dodged the punch and kicked you to the ground.

Inej took her knife as Ohval took one of hers. She tried to stab Inej but, Inej was able to dodge them. As she fought back to Ohval, it was no use. Ohval took her down and tried to stab the knife into Inej’s chest. She was resisting but she couldn’t hold it forever.

Tolya got up slowly as he begged for Inej’s life.

Then suddenly there was an explosion.

Zoya, Wylan and Nina came in just in time. Zoya curled her hands up and hit it Ohval with it. Ohval fell on the ground as all of you got up and and looked at Ohval.

You and Nina were giving Ohval a hard time. You two were trying to stop her heartbeat. But she was powerful, as she moved her hands to the side, all of you chocked.

Zoya gasped and all of you fell down with a movement of Ohval. “This is taking longer than I’d like… Perhaps, we end it.” Ohval said with a harshness in her voice. As she curled her hands, you felt your heart quickened. Your organs were hurting and your vision got blurry. You can only feel the pain and fear. You tried to resist it but she was too powerful.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Ohval said with a smirk. “The amount of trace metal there is in the body. Iron, for instance in the blood.”

As she was killing all of you, the sound of an old man came into the backyard. Ohval put her hands down as she released all of you.

You slowly got up from the ground, you saw Kaz. You felt shocked as you heard from Kaz that the Disciple was the man, not her.

Kaz smirked as he looked at Ohval. When the man in chair revealed he stole the Neshyenyer for her and that it belonged to her in the first place, Jesper stepped in. “I’m sorry did you say she made it?” he said.

As the older man got off from the chair and approached to her, he was telling about how she made it. Then Tolya smiled and completed his words.

He chuckled softly. “And it was named Neshyenyer, ‘Relentless.’” He then fell into his knees. “We are honored to be in your presence, Sankta Neyar.” He said as all of you, expect Kaz, fell into your knees for her. “Sankta Neyar?” Inej said surprisingly.

After Jesper took the blade from Sankta Neyar’s house, all of you walked off from her house. It was early hours of morning as the sun appeared in the sky, you took a fresh air into your lungs.

As Jesper was with Wylan, he was kissing him. While Nina, Zoya and Tolya walked away from the house. You, Inej and Kaz walked away too. As you squeezed gently Inej’s arm, Kaz looked at both of you.

Inej then turned her head to Kaz. She smiled softly and looked at you. “I’m gonna check in Jesper.” She squeezed your hand and walked away from the two of you.

You and Kaz walked silently as Inej left your side. After a minute of silence, Kaz broke it. “You never told, what you saw.” You looked at him in a shocked expression. You didn’t expect him to remember it.

“You didn’t see anything, maybe I didn’t see too.” You answered it as you tried to brush it off. But then Kaz stopped in his tracks and turned his body to you. “Maybe I did see something, through the haze of poison.” He admitted as when you hear his heartbeat, it got quicken. You looked at him deeply.

“There are those who drown us, and those who pull us out.” He looked at you deeply as he said these words. You felt blush crept into your cheeks as you watched him. For a brief moment you closed your eyes. “Maybe I did see something too.” You revealed weakly.

He looked at you with a visible concern in his face. “What did your toxin trip reveal to you?” He said it curiously. You then opened your eyes and felt tears in your eyes. Kaz’s eyebrows furrowed and you smiled softly. “My reason to live and my biggest nightmare. All in the same place.”

The reason you live because of Kaz.

The biggest nightmare was Kaz’s death.

Kaz looked at you, for a brief moment his eyes soften because of the tears in your eyes. “But it doesn’t matter, now, we are alive.” You said softly and turned your body and looked at the sky. Kaz, watched your face as you looked at the sky.

He saw living saints but none of them mattered to him. The only saint he believed in was standing next to him. The only one to be there for him through his nightmares and everything.

He would become a better man for her. He would be a better man, for her.

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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Ohhhh vulnurable Dottore 😶 What if this is a moment when he realises he can't heal us? He's trying and trying and trying, using all accessible methods (smt questionable and anti-sciense) but n o t h i n g works, there is no way to make us feeling better. And a new reality breaks him down, this is his breaking point.

But you're a sweet, lovely soul, you understand everything and never blame him for failures. When he's crying all you can do is holding and kissing him.

(uhhh finally I'm brave enough to reveal myself haha 😬 I was that anon with several Pantalone's hcs about him speaking French and a reader changing their ring to simple one 🙈)

The crashes that came from Dottore's private lab were so loud it probably echoed throughout the entirety of the whole research building. And it wasn't the sound of an experiment gone wrong exploding, or something fell down by accident, or perhaps some screaming, no. It sounded like something was being forcefully destroyed, on purpose too at least with how much crashing and banging there was. And you just had a horrible feeling about it.

You were right.

You didn't even bother knocking on the door, instead just shoving it open before you called out his name, although you cut yourself off when you saw the state his lab was in. It was a dreadful mess. There wasn't one thing that hadn't faced his frightening strength. The desk and bookshelves had tumbled to the ground, the chairs had been snapped in half... somehow, but considering his power that shouldn't be surprising. Even the operating tables were damaged, glass on the floor from the breaking of his tools and capsules. On the floor, you could read all of the documents scattered around, at least the ones that weren't torn to shreds. The books from the toppled bookshelf? All dedicated journals to your condition over the years. The photos on the floor? Pictures of your body, internally and externally. The random bottles on the floor? Prototype medicines that didn't work with your body. And all at the center of it was your husband. Dottore. Or rather Zandik, as you called him when it was just the two of you. His back was turned to you as he didn't seem to acknowledge the mess around him or even you. You slowly walked towards him, your heart already hurting as you were pretty sure you knew what this was all about.

"Zandik, look at me, please." Dottore's fingers twitched at your words, but then he balled them up, not able to bring himself to face you. You had no choice but to walk in front of him instead. "Zandik, I-" you paused abruptly when you saw his face. Zandik was crying.

He was like a statue. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't sob. He merely looked at you, tears gliding down his cheeks completely unmoving and expressionless. You were speechless. In all your centuries of being with Dottore, you had never seen him cry. You've seen him genuinely happy, genuinely mad, genuinely sad - but never any tears, not even remotely. But here he was crying in front of you anyway... because of you.

The state his office was in was surely no state for you to comfort him, not with the chairs and desks toppled and in shambles... so you silently took his balled hand in yours and peeled away his fingers, allowing you to hold his hand. You led him to his own room (which was connected to his own lab, you know he can't be separated from his research) and he followed you, this time not putting up a fight. You two sat down on his bed and you immediately pulled him against your chest, holding him. Dottore remained unmoving for a bit, until he reciprocated and wrapped his arms around you carefully, as if you would disappear at any second. It was a very silent moment, as neither of you said anything for a long time. And well... it was kind of a learning experience for you too. You couldn't do much besides this but... you hoped it helped. But you needed to say something too...

"Zandik," you murmured, pulling him away from your chest which was only damp now, it seemed like he stopped crying a while ago. Though he still had that empty expression on his face. You reached to take off his mask but his arm quickly grabbed yours before you could even touch it. Ah, of course, he didn't want you to see him. He didn't even want you to know about this in the first place, probably. But that simply wouldn't do. "Zandik," you repeated again, "let me see you. Please," your fingers glossed over his cheek tenderly. "It's only me here, you know," the metal of your wedding ring felt cold against his skin, "And I'm not going to give up or leave, love." You hoped the look in your eyes read - it's okay to be vulnerable, Zandik. Please just be you when you're with me. The Harbinger gritted his teeth and held your waiting arm a little harder, as your other one came to cup his cheek. It wasn't easy to break him down, but eventually, he reluctantly let you go.

You took the mask off and set it to the side, focusing on your lover's expression. His eyes always told so much. And this time, they looked very, very tired. Though even still, his gaze was cast off to the side. But, this time you wouldn't force him. Dottore still acted high and mighty even in his lesser moments. He didn't like being seen like this. He was supposed to be the Doctor, the one who controls the game and has all the power. Not a vulnerable boy who was the opposite, who could have anything in the world except this one thing - your cure.

"It's alright," you whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm alright." You kissed the corners of his eyes this time, a tiny bit red from crying. "Okay?" This time you went for his lips, and although he took a few seconds to reciprocate, he slowly kissed you back. As if he would never be able to kiss you again, neither of you let go. "There's no need to worry, I'm here," you combed your fingers through his hair. "I know that no matter what happens, I'll be next to you. I love you." Dottore didn't respond nor did he look at you. But he heard it. And he crept his hand under your shirt as he placed his fingers above your heart, counting the beats. His way of reassuring himself you were still alive. And for now, that was enough.

A part of you wanted to apologize. Apologize for putting this burden on him. If only you... were not you. If you could be someone else, then Dottore wouldn't have to invest so much into you. You know he loves and adores you how you are but- you know it's not the time to go down into those thoughts. Instead, all you need to do right now is comfort your beloved. Make him know that you see him. You love him. You accept him. You believe in him. And that regardless of all the failures he may endure, nothing would ever make you love him any less.

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UM HI HELLO. Thank for this idea omggg i went through all stages of pain 😭 AND YOU WROTE THOSE OTHER HCS TOO?? Gosh you have such *chef's kiss* amazing ideas I LOVE THEM !!

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #this fucked me up but in a good way thank youuu 😭 (i'm crying)

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sweet-slut · 8 months

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The text just said "Inspection. 8 o'clock"

Sweetie didn't know what to expect, but she was excited. Daddy hasn’t ever sent a text like that before. Not knowing added a little bit of fear to the arousal. She tidied up her room, put on her favourite panties, and added a tiny bit of lip gloss to her fresh face.

It was already quarter to 8, but the waiting was intolerable. Sweetie lay on top of her bed, scrolling Tumblr but not actually paying attention. What kind of inspection? Her room? Her clothes? Her body?! Her other hand started to softly caress her hardened nubs through her soft t-shirt.

At 8 on the dot, without a knock her door swung open, and daddy stood at the threshold. He was wearing his work clothes, slacks and a collared shirt, and carried a small, folded satchel under one arm.

He smiled his warmest, most reassuring smile and said, "Hello Sweetie."

Sweetie's pussy clenched. Daddy can be so comforting and so scary at the same time.

Behind him, a woman entered. Sweetie had seen her before, a friend of daddy's, but they hadn't met. She was beautiful. Almost as tall as daddy with chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She strode into the room and pulled behind her a large chair on wheels. It looked a bit like an office chair, but it had a foot rest and a lot more handles than you'd see on a chair like that.

The woman pushed the chair into the middle of the room, pressed a pedal with her foot, and a little clunk indicated the chair had locked into place.

"Inspection time, Sweetie. I need to make sure you're healthy and strong for daddy, because you're very important to me. Are you ready?"

Sweetie hestiantly nodded. She knows that it doesn't matter what she said, because when daddy asked "Are you ready" he didn't wait for an answer.

"Get in the chair."

His stern voice. The sweet talk was gone. It's started.

Sweetie climbed off her bed and walked towards the chair. The woman gave her a little nod and Sweetie climbed in. The chair was reclined just a bit, and her socked feet just met the footrest near the base of the chair.

"Good girl."

Daddy spun the chair around 180 degrees so now Sweetie was facing him. Without warning, the woman pulled one of the handles below the armrest and the back dropped down and the feet kicked up.

Sweetie was now looking forward at about 45 degrees. Daddy smiled and turned to his tool bag on the bed. Unfastening the button loop on the outside, he unfolded his bag into three segments, showing several different implements that Sweetie did not recognized. Some reflected like steel, others looked plastic, and see saw what looked like wooden depressors.

While Daddy was preparing, the woman came from behind Sweetie and took position just to her side, squatted down, and pulled some Velcro fasteners from under the arm rests. Before she could protest, the thick strap was around her arm and the chair; Sweetie couldn’t move it. The woman did the same with her other arm.

Sweetie has been tied before. She likes restraint. She likes giving up all control to Daddy, even when he's scary, but she hasn't been strapped like this before, and not by a stranger.

Daddy turned around to face his sweet girl. He smiled at her and looked pleased with the restraints. In one hand he had a tongue depressor and in the other, a plastic stick that looked like it could be a pen.

"Sweetie, I think this might be scary for you, but it's because I care for you. I want to make sure you're in good health. That sounds good, right? Now, open your mouth, and say, "ahhhhh."

Sweetie did what she was told, because she does not want to upset him, and he's so good to her when he's pleased.

"Stick out your tongue."

Daddy approached her from the side and then came around behind her. Sweetie couldn’t see where the woman went. With her mouth open and her tongue out, Daddy leaned down from behind her and placed a hand on her chin. With his thumb and forefinger, he nudged her head a little to the right and a little to the left, not making any sounds other than a couple "hmmms" and a "yes, good." Then he placed the wooden stick firmly on her tongue and pressed. As he did that, he moved the pen device around her mouth, teeth, and tongue.

"Very good."

Sweetie felt a little warming inside from his praise.

Daddy retreated and moved back around in front of her. He leaned down to Sweetie's right leg and slowly rolled down the thigh high sock she was wearing, and then moved over to the left leg and did the same. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, as he removed her socks.

"Ok Sweetie, now I am going to ask for some help, alright? Don't be frightened."

"Darling," he said to the woman, "wouid you mind, please?"

The woman moved from behind the examination chair and went to Sweetie's bed where Daddy's tool bag was still open. She took out a pair of surgical scissors and came back to Sweetie's side.

Then the woman leaned in very close to Sweetie's ear, their cheeks as close as possible without touching.

"You're being very brave. I am not going to hurt you, but I need you to stay still, ok?"

Sweetie's nod was almost unperceivable, but she looked at the woman as if to say, "Anything you want."

The scissors came down to Sweetie's belly, with her little tummy exposed, and a tiny snip was made through the hem of the shirt. Daddy came around to the side of the chair and grabbed at Sweetie's shirt. Pulling where the cut was made, the thin material tore easily, exposing Sweetie's little titties to the room.

"Yes," Daddy said with approval. "They are very nice. Quite healthy for your age."

He then reached out with both hands and started to roughly handle and massage Sweetie's tits. He would squeeze and grab them, paying special attention to her nipples, which he would roughly flick back and forth with his fingertips.

Sweetie squirmed a bit at the pleasure, and Daddy said, "Good girl. You like it when I play with your titties, don't you?"

Not waiting for an answer, he stopped and went back to the bed, looking at his tools and considering. At the same time, he asked again for help. "Darling, could you please prepare her bottoms?"

"Yes dear."

The woman came back from around behind Sweetie, but now she was completely naked. Her body was astounding. Her breasts were not large, but still pointed straight forward. Her legs were long and strong. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a short triangle, the same dark brown as her hair. She smiled at Sweetie as she moved back around to the front of the chair, and it was a genuine smile: comforting, even a little playful. As she moved she said, "You're doing great, Sweetie."

The woman reached the front of the chair, bent over, and grabbed Sweetie's sleep pants by the waist and slowly pulled. Her panties went with them. Sweetie was excited and nervous and a little ashamed? Would her pussy be wet? Would the woman notice?

Once she'd brought her bottom's to Sweetie's thighs, the woman looked back at Sweetie and said, "Mmmm, you're lovely, honey." Her PJ bottoms kept moving down her legs until they were past her feet and off. She felt so exposed like this. She struggled a bit against the restraints but knew that she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere until Daddy's said so.

The woman folded Sweetie's little bottoms with care and placed them on the bed, and moved to take her position behind the examination chair again. As she passed, she reached her hand out to Sweetie's face, she caressed her cheek, and placed the softest kiss on Sweetie's lips. Sweetie couldn't remember a feeling so tender in her life.

"Excellent!" Daddy had turned around and looked pleased at the developments, "You're ready for the full examination now."

Daddy leaned down and grabbed the side of the foot rest, and pulled a latch. The foot rest split in two, and clicked upwards, now functioning as stirrups. With his rough hands, he took Sweetie's legs, one at a time, and carefully placed them in the stirrup, using another strap of Velcro to fasten her ankles.

Daddy looked pleased, seeing his princess exposed to him. Drinking in her body from her feet to her forehead. She was restrained tightly now, unable to move her arms or legs. He walked towards her, and got down on one knee between her feet.

"If you're a good girl, you'll be rewarded. Do you want that?"

Another nod. Sweetie loved daddy's rewards.

Daddy was staring straight into her cunny now. He wasn't touching her, but he was definitely close enough to see if she was wet, if she was aroused. She was embarrassed, she wasn't sure why, but she felt shame that Daddy was looking at her like this.

With a single finger, Daddy began to explore the outside of her parts. He moved from the inside of her thigh, to the outside of her labia, up to the top where her little hairs met the top of her cunny, and then slowly down the inside. He didn't say a word and Sweetie couldn’t see his face. He made no sounds, and Sweetie tried her best to do the same.

As his finger moved around, he was spreading her wetness all over. There was no hiding it from him now. He was making her lips wet, her sparse public hairs were wet, he even dragged his finger down and to her bumhole, massaging in little circles with his wet finger.

Sweetie finally gasped. Daddy made a little chuckle, but kept up with his explorations. Daddy's friend leaned down again, cheek to cheek with Sweetie, and said, "He's going to be so good to you. We both will. I hope you appreciate it. Only the best girls get this treatment."

Sweetie was finding it harder to control herself. Daddy's touches were becoming more deliberate. Before he would brush her clit somewhat accidentally, but now he was being intentional. There was no doubt he was running his finger back and forth over her little nub. Not as fast as she liked it, but she wasn't frustrated by his touch. She could feel the little storm brewing inside her.

Sweetie's squirming became more deliberate as well. She started to push back against his fingers as best she could, trying to capture his strong digits inside her. Daddy made a little chuckle and stood up.

"Yes, yes, Sweetie. I know what you want. We're almost done."

Daddy nodded again behind her, and the chair made another 'chunk' sound and tilted up another 20 degrees. Sweeties head was now parallel to the ground and her legs were above her hips.

Daddy took two steps forward and was standing between Sweetie's legs, his gaze directed to her wet pussy. Just as Sweetie was beginning to feel too exposed and too embrassed, the lady behind her leaned over and brushed her cheek again.

"Sweetie, you're so beautiful."

The woman paused long enough to see the flush in Sweetie's cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. She pressed her lips to Sweetie's and just held there. Sweetie liked that she wasn’t aggressive or forceful. She kissed the woman back, opened her mouth just the slightest, and started to feel the woman's tongue brush her lips.

They were kissing now. Open mouths, tongues dancing, the occasional whimper or moan. Sweetie loved that this beautiful woman wanted to touch her. It made her feel so desired and special and so, so beautiful. Sweetie could feel her pussy dripping now. It was cool on her skin, and she could almost feel each individual drop travel down her wet lips, and then fall to the floor.

Then, with a shock, she realized she'd forgotten about daddy. She was unprepared for the intrusion she had just felt. She didn't know what it was that was inside her, but it wasn't his finger. It felt harder, colder, smaller. "He's put something inside me," was the only thought Sweetie could muster, distracted enough that she pulled away from the lovely lips of Daddy's friend.

Sweetie managed to tilt her head forward enough to see Daddy kneeled between her legs. It must have been that pointer or pen he had shown her. He was using it to push in and out of her cunt, then up and down her lips, and then back inside. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't particularly satisfying either. Sweetie wanted more, but she not dare ask for more. Daddy's in charge. Daddy will be good to me.

"Darling, would you come here?"

"Of course."

Daddy's friend practically glided to the front of the chair. Completely naked, she crouched down and took her position next to Daddy between Sweetie's legs.

"Look how wet she is. Look at how pretty her cunt is. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? Her holes are so tiny, but they will stretch out so big. Touch here," and then Sweetie felt a soft finger explore her pussy. It wasn't rough, but it wasn't shy either. The woman pushed deep, and Sweetie moaned.

"Oh," the woman spoke in half a groan, "she feels just wonderful."

"She does," replied Daddy, "hold this for me while I get another tool."

The woman took hold of the pointer without removing her finger. Sweetie could feel the two entering her with more coordination. Almost like she liked to touch herself with her pencil. Sweetie couldn't help but buck back a bit, trying to take the intruders deeper.

The woman smiled warmly and said, "Very soon, my dear. You're being so patient with us. It wont be long."

Daddy agreed. "Yes, we're almost finished here. You're the best we've ever had, Sweetie. You should be proud.

The woman withdrew her finger and the pointer. Daddy leaned down and Sweetie could feel something new at her entrance. Not his finger, but not a metal or plastic instrument. Slowly she could feel herself spread open. The intruder was big, but not unnatural. Daddy is pushing a plastic cock!

Sweetie was being penetrated by an unseen plastic dick and it made her feel a jumble of different emotions. She was ashamed and embarrassed by being so exposed, and proud to be Daddy's favourite, but more than all she needed to be filled. She wanted to feel how far this toy went, how much Daddy would push.

It wasn't long before Sweetie got her wish. Daddy kept pushing and pulling the plastic invader, deeper each thrust. Sweetie could hear the sounds her cunt was making, all squishy and sloppy and loud. She wanted it all. She wanted to be such a good hole for Daddy.

The fizzies and the sparks started to grow louder inside her. She stopped thinking about what was inside her or who was watching and instead only wanted more.

"Daddy…"

It was the first time Sweetie had addressed him directly.

"Hmmm..?" He didn’t look up from between her legs.

"D-daddy… I need it."

"What do you need, Sweetie?"

"I need it inside me. More of it."

He chuckled. "yes, I know you do, baby. I know you do. But that's as far as this toy goes. Would you like to try another?"

She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine, "Yyyyeeeesssssssssss…."

"Ok dear. I will get another."

"Darling, would you mind? While I find something bigger for our girl?" Daddy stood up and stepped back, and the woman took her position between Sweeties legs. She was pumping the dildo now, in and out, following the moans and pleas that Sweetie would make. Sweetie looked down and made eye contact with Daddy's friend. The look in her face made Sweetie blush.

Without breaking eye contact, the woman lowered her face to Sweetie's pussy and began to suck on her clit. Sweetie cried out. She moaned. She panted.

The woman did not stop, she sucked Sweetie's little nub while ploughing the plastic cock in and out of her. Just when Sweetie thought it was too much, the woman started to use her tongue, flicking over and over against the swollen bud.

Sweetie was overwhelmed. The feelings were too much. Her orgasm was building, but it might not come in time, the stimulation might break her. But the feelings were so good she didn't want them to stop. She wanted to be good for Daddy's friend. Daddy's friend was so good to her. Could she be her Mommy? She always wanted a Mommy like this, someone who could make her feel good in her head, in her heart, and in her cunny.

The plastic cock was moving in and out of her so fast now it was just a blur of sensation. Mommy didn't break eye contact, she kept kissing and licking and playing with Sweetie just the way she liked. No one had ever made her feel this special. She wanted so bad to cum for Mommy.

Daddy had other ideas.

Daddy turned back from the bed and watched from behind the woman. He didn't break his gaze from Sweetie's wet cunt. He looked pleased, but also he looked dangerous. The look Daddy gets sometimes.

Daddy placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and almost immediately she retreated from Sweetie's pussy. The beautiful kisses on her cunt stopped.

The cock was inside her, but not moving.

"aaaaahahhhhhhhhhhh"

"I know Sweetie," Daddy said, "this is all for you."

With one quick pull the plastic shaft was gone and Sweetie's pussy was clenching at air. She'd never felt so empty in her life. Her head was thrashing back and forth and she was quietly moaning, "no no no no."

"Daddy isn't cruel, Sweetie, you know that."

And before her brain could register the words that he had said, the whole of his cock entered her in one stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

She came right there. Daddy paid no mind and just stroked in and out at a swift pace. Withdrawing to the head and then pushing home again. Over and over. With each push Sweetie makes a gasp and Daddy makes a grunt.

Sweetie is just seeing stars now. She doesn't remember life before being this filled, and couldn't imagine ever being empty again. She'd rather die.

Slap-slap-slap-slap. Unh-unh-unh-unh.

Daddy's grunts got louder.

Sweetie couldn’t see her, but she felt her new Mommy between her legs. She felt a new intrusion in her bum. God, is that Mommy's finger? Oh god it feels so good.

Sweetie was fuller than she'd ever been. She was open, exposed, plugged and fucked and she never wanted it to end.

Daddy's started making a low growl. He was filling Sweetie so deep, she didn't know she could feel things there. Mommy's finger was deep enough that it pushed against Daddy's cock.

Daddy's growling became louder. He started breathing in gasps. His thrusts became violent and then

AAAAAAAAAAAAERRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHGH

Sweetie's cunt was overflowing with Daddy's cum. He didn’t stop pumping, he just pushed harder and harder, slamming into her. Sweetie was still restrained and pulled on the straps so hard she'd have bruises in the morning. Sweeties cunt clenched over and over again and she finally felt the release she craved. The orgasm came so quick it surprised her.

"Daddy! Daddy! Filllll meeeeee."

Daddy did keep filling her. He filled her as much as possible until her cunt couldn’t hold any more. Daddy finally stopped stroking and slowly pulled his cock from Sweetie.

Sweetie's new Mommy went back around to behind the chair and caressed her face. She left little kisses on her forehead and her cheeks. She made her feel as special as anyone had before. Sweetie was so exhausted and so overstimulated she briefly lost consciousness. Her head lobbed to the other side of the chair and she saw Daddy and his friend near the bed. Daddy's cock was in her friends mouth while she touched herself.

Daddy looked over and said, "Oh Sweetie, you're back. We have such a fun night planned, I hope you are ready."

'He's going to be good to you' oh fucking hell...I cant even decide what's the best part

I'm wet and needy and my pussy was clenching from every 'daddy' I'm this story. Using my little holes like this and being teased for like forever OMFG

I'm gonna tie my legs like this today and I'm gonna try to recreate it as good as I can...

I'm such a slut

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I saw one of your story posts mentioning you might take writing requests for trauma comfort... I've been struggling to write this story myself, and I'm looking for a particular flavor of comfort story.

Everyone seems to always latch on to how Hunter is so perceptive and notices things... but there's things he doesn't notice, even with all his sensitive senses. Particularly when there's not an actual immediate danger with a straightforward solution of "shoot it dead" or "talk to it"

Would you be willing to write something where Crosshair is the one to observe, first notice, and recognize tbe fact their new female member of the team, despite being a very active useful member, is tip-toeing around under the weight of past traumas? Then goes out of his way to take care of someone just as stubborn as he is.

I used to live with abusive housemates. While they weren't physically abusive, they were very creative in every other way of hurting their resident empath and later, attacking my whole family. It took me months after we finally kicked them out, for me to realize that i was literally tip-toeing in my own house afraid to make any noise and break tbe quiet, because i used to get badly berated for even small things like rolling in my office chair to my secobd desk while i did filing and paperwork. I didn't sing or play music for a long time, and i still find myself struggling to talk to people.

I like the idea that Crosshair would be the first to recognize long term behavioral patterns while Hunter is very fast in the uptake with someone who's state has changed in the moment.

You're under no obligation to settle this, of course, so please don't feel pressured! I just love the detailed and thoughtful, realistic way you handle writing about things like this.

My sweet darling, I am so sorry it's taken me so long to finish this. Your request became incredibly personal to me, and I both found myself inspired and struggling with how to respond! I'm honored you came to me with this request - I know how hard it is to admit to being hurt like that. Please be kind to yourself as you heal and know that I'm always happy to offer whatever support I can!

Sharp Eyes, Gentle Hands

Warnings: reference to past emotional abuse, fantasy profanity

WC: 2,253

The silence following the gentle hum of the ramp closing left me sinking beneath a deep sigh of relief. Wrecker had sought me out to say goodbye, and I’d peaked from the little kitchenette of the Marauder in time to wave to Hunter and Echo, but Tech and Crosshair were already out of sight. Still, I found myself treading lightly about the ship as I restocked supplies, updated the inventory manifest, and addressed minor maintenance needs that didn’t warrant Tech’s expertise.

This was the beginning of my second three-month tour with Clone Force 99. I’d been assigned to them as something of a secretary in the hopes of improving their less than ideal track record of finishing their paperwork, but had gradually taken on additional small tasks as time passed. While skeptical at first, the boys seemed to have begun warming to my presence, and I was too eager to maintain that trend, even if I was still only trusted to guard the ship during actual missions.

At present, that extra task consisted of reattaching a cabinet door in the storage room that Wrecker had been a bit too forceful with. After muscling it back into its original shape – mostly – all that was left was to screw it back in. I was so caught up in my work, I barely noticed the hum resonate through my chest, nor the moment that tone gradually gave way to murmured words until, just as I stepped back to appreciate my work, I found myself shamelessly singing aloud.

Satisfied, I gathered the tools and headed into the cockpit to return them. It wasn’t until the shouted gasp tore from my throat, body shying back so violently that I nearly slammed into the wall that I even noticed him. Crosshair wordless lifted an eyebrow at my reaction before returning his attention to the helmet in his hands, fingers skillfully toying with the internal gages as though nothing had happened.

“Um, sorry I-I didn’t realize you were still here.” The apology clawed stiffly up my throat, fire burning across my face. He didn’t bother looking at me as he merely responded with a disinterested grunt. Teeth gnawing against the inside of my lips as I vainly willed my heart to ease its panicked pace, I rushed to quietly place the tools back in Tech’s storage, shoulders tucking firmly about my chest.

“Why do you do that?” The words slipped from his lips almost as though he was talking to himself instead of me, but I balked at the silence that followed, fingers shifting nervously at my sides.

“Wh… do what?” The beginnings of an apology sat like poison atop my tongue, demanding to be voiced in the futile hope that it might defuse whatever confrontation was to come.

“If you’re that scared of us, why did you stay?” His arms crossed his chest, confusion just breaching the innate impatience in those sharp eyes.

“I-I’m not… um, I’m sorry you thought that, but I promise I’m not-” My words died the instant he stood from the chair, helmet laid forgotten atop the seat. My gaze instantly darted to the worn metal beneath us as that too-familiar dread locked around my chest, breaths carefully shallow, silent, lest even that somehow worsen whatever offence I’d already made. But he said nothing in the long seconds that followed, and, hesitantly, I stole a timid glance at him. His brow was cocked, but, still, he made no effort to lash out or reprimand me, merely waited for me to finally grasp his point, and my heart dropped.

“No - I’m sorry; it’s not…” The flurry of excuses tangled over my lips, the beginnings of a tremble just beginning to creep over me. “I’m not… I’m not afraid of you, I’m just… trying to stay out of the way.” I assured him, but he merely rolled his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, those frightfully intense eyes burring into me.

“You practically flatten yourself against the wall when we walk too close to you. You stopped eating the yellow ration bars after Wrecker mentioned they’re Hunter’s favorite, even though they’re your favorite, too. I don’t think you’ve ever instigated a single conversation unless it was to update a report, and even then you act like…” His teeth ground together, words suddenly falling silent. I’d felt myself sinking beneath every wretched observation, shoulders bunching around me, expression carefully blank; waiting.

“Look, I’m not…” When I risked another fleeting look up to him, I was shocked to see his glare turned pointedly away from me, jaw shifting stiffly around unspoken words. “You don’t need to… hide every time we’re in the same room.” The discomfort in the softness he was trying to force into his voice was obvious, but the simple fact that he was making an attempt left me speechless.

“Kriff, I don’t even know what I said that made you so damn timid.” A touch of that impatience returned, fingers snatching the toothpick from his lips, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me, and that made the guilt stirring in my chest all the more prominent.

“It… it wasn’t…” My hands drew together in front of me, thumb absently picking at my nails. “My-my last crew was… pretty strict with me.” I barely breathed the excuse, unable to risk meeting his eyes. “I just… I didn’t want to cause trouble here, too.” He leaned absently against the back of the co-pilot chair, watching me with a silence that left my skin crawling.

“You realize we share living space with Wrecker?” The skepticism in his blank statement wrenched a burst of laughter from me before I could rein it back, teeth clicking together even as my lips still pulled up into a small smile. For the briefest moment, something like relief seemed to flash through his eyes, and a sliver of that tension slipped from my shoulders.

“We’re not regs.” He continued dismissively. “Whatever osik they pulled with you isn’t how we operate here.”

“It wasn’t regs.” I felt myself tense for some reprimand in the face of my quiet correction, but he didn’t move, gaze watching me silently; waiting. “I was assigned to a mercenary battalion before this.” His head tilted back slightly, eyes narrowing. “That’s part of the reason I ended up here: I requested an assignment with a clone squad, but the regs don’t usually work with freelancers, so…” I motioned subtly toward him, shoulders drawing tight into my chest.

Crosshair was silent for a long moment, expression painfully unchanged. My mind raced for some way to anticipate what he was thinking – was he annoyed to learn the reason I’d ended up with them? Was he enraged that I feared the same treatment from his brothers that I’d received from the mercs? Was he completely indifferent?

Movements unrushed, void of the impatience I’d expected, he retrieved his helmet and started toward the ladder.

“Gonna do a patrol.” He explained, slipping on the bucket. “I’ll let you know when I’m back.” I couldn’t begin to fight the shock from my eyes, the silent gasp from my lips, immediately aware of his unspoken offer: he was giving me space; allowing me a moment to collect myself in the comfort of isolation… and I didn’t have to fret over not realizing when he returned…

“You should sing more often – Echo and Wrecker like that sort of thing.” Again, I found myself utterly frozen, jaw shifting uselessly around words I couldn’t begin to form, but he didn’t wait for a response. With a few swift movements, he was gone.

Things changed after that. Not with any grand or outwardly notable gestures, but it seemed to shift the very dynamic of the squad in the most subtle ways. It started with caf.

It was hardly unusual for the sniper to be the last to force himself into the kitchenette to join us, jaw ground against the early morning grogginess. I was just finishing the breakfast scramble as he trudged to the caf machine. Without a word, he set a steaming cup on the counter beside me before taking a seat with his brothers. I stared blankly at it for a moment, only then realizing that I’d fallen into the habit of waiting for the others to get their own cups before getting some for myself. When I stole a brief glance toward him, he showed no indication that he’d done anything abnormal, head tilted back against his chair with his eyes closed as though he might steal even a few seconds’ more sleep.

Then it was the arguing. Echo and Tech’s banter rarely escalated, but when it did, neither were innocent of resorting to shouting on occasion. I couldn’t remember what had prompted the latest disagreement, but their voices boomed throughout the entirety of the Marauder until even Hunter stepped in in a futile attempt to silence them. I’d made the mistake of treading into the cockpit just as things between them began to grow heated intending to merely return Echo’s power calibrator and quickly found myself frozen in the corner, waiting for a safe moment that wasn’t soon to come.

Long after the Sergeant had joined the fray, succeeding only in adding to the chaotic flurry of raised voices, Crosshair stormed down the ladder, brows pinched and lips wrenched into a scowl, but then he saw me, sharp eyes instantly noting the tool clutched in my grasp. Ignoring his brothers, he merely held his hand out to me, motioning for the device. I tried not to let him see the slight tremor in my limbs as I hesitantly placed it in his waiting palm. Saying nothing, he merely nodded toward the ladder. I was halfway through the porthole when I heard the loud thud followed by a shocked cry of pain, and, in the next breath: silence.

That was the last time any of them got into a shouting fit like that around me. Twice, just as tensions were beginning to rise, Hunter went so far as to conveniently find a reason to summon me. It didn’t take long to realize he’d caught on and was too willing to use my presence as an indirect means of quelling tempers. The second time, he shot me a knowing wink, and I found myself biting my lips against the fit of quiet laughter.

When we found a rare moment of calm, Crosshair pressed things a bit further. A fire crackled in the stillness. We didn’t have to return to Kamino for a few days, so we made camp beside a small lake, secluded in a forgiving wilderness. I barely noticed the lithe man lean toward Wrecker, lips shifting almost silently, but then his brother’s eyes shot open, excitement lighting his face.

“You can sing?!” My heart dropped, body instantly going stiff.

“…uh…” Caught, I could only stare at him in shock, gaze darting briefly to see the subtle smirk on the Sniper’s lips before the towering clone was talking once more, pleading.

“Will you sing somethin’?! We hardly ever get to hear music!” The refusal clawed at my throat, aghast at even the thought of denying the innocent delight in his request.

“Wrecker.” The warning in Hunter’s voice was enough to dampen the large man’s glee, and I found myself distraught to see his smile fade.

“M… maybe just one.” I agreed nervously, and the thrilled gasp it earned was nearly enough to ease the frantic racing of my heart. Echo and Tech glanced up curiously, and I had to pointedly ignore the feeling of everyone’s eyes watching me.

The first words left in something nearer to a whisper than a melody, but the hint of pride just threatening to shine in Crosshair’s gaze emboldened me in a way I would never have expected. By the second verse, I left the lyrics dance over my lips. My cheeks were still flushed, blood still pounding through my ears, but I couldn’t dismiss the simple joy as I took in the wonder in Wrecker’s face, Hunter’s quiet smile, Tech’s datapad lying forgotten beside him.

In the days that followed, I’d caught most of them occasionally humming the tune, and, more than once, found myself joining them with a shy grin.

That innate need to tuck into the wall as we passed each other slowly began to fade, but the next few times it happened with Crosshair, he wordlessly touched his hand to my arm and guided me upright. It was never a quick movement, the gentle pressure an invitation instead of an order, and each time, I found my heart racing long after he’d left.

After several weeks of those quiet moments, I intentionally bumped his shoulder with mine in a moment of frightful bravery. The look of pure shock in his suddenly wide eyes nearly sent me fleeing, certain I’d made a terrible mistake, but then his lips curled into grin, breath catching in a silent chuckle. His hand reached up to carefully ruffle my hair before he continued on his way.

It wasn’t perfect. I still found myself unable to find my voice unless someone else spoke first; felt that panicked dread if I set something down too loudly or made simple mistakes, but that fear faded quicker, my responses felt a little less meek as they drew me into quiet conversations more often. It wasn’t perfect, but the patience and kindness they offered allowed me to take those first steps toward making it better.

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Haunting Echoes of the Past - CHAPTER 4. The Calm Before the Storm

Gojo let him go. After all, Geto was already moving on, or so he thought.

Gojo started to put his life together, he found out that what he really wanted was to be a teacher, so he could protect kids like Geto; so, he could teach stupid kids -like he once was- to really be able to talk about their feelings and be strong enough to not fall into their families' expectations. Because he realized, his life had broken down in pieces because of him, his stupid choices, his family, and the cowardice that took over him back then.

Now, he would have to work his ass off, like he never did. Surprisingly, life gave Gojo a chance. That university degree that he thought would be of no use, was a useful tool for his new life as a teacher. It took him a while to find a place, but thanks to old contacts he had met while studying, he was given a place at a high school a bit far from the city.

Despite the unseriousness with which he spoke, Gojo was good at his job. He respected the rules, and the students trusted him, they almost saw him as a friend. Thanks to that, he was beginning to feel a little less lonely.

Yuta Okkotsu, one of his top students, said in his graduation speech that if he had been able to get this far, it was thanks to his teacher Gojo Satoru. Gojo was moved and he became fond of the boy. Even after graduating, the boy would email him to see how he was doing and ask if he wanted to go out for coffee sometime. Gojo accepted and discovered that Okkotsu was a more mature person than he thought he was, life had not been easy for him, and after a round of meetings, Gojo saw him as a friend.

Life was flowing calmly for the first time in years. A calm and quiet life, yes, he was lonely, but he felt peace. Every so often, he dreamed of Geto and the memories of his youth. When this happened, he would drink some water and avoid sleeping, then spent hours looking at the sky. He felt that the moon and the starry night were as close as he could ever get to Geto again. It was okay for him.

The years went smoothly, nothing big happened. A few more years working and then he could retire as a teacher, he thought.

It was a day like any other, when a woman arrived at his office. He was sitting in his desk looking through papers when the woman walked in without asking. He knew who this was, almost like if he had already met her before, except he didn't. He could feel his essence coming from her. A slim woman with blonde hair, he would never have guessed that this was Geto's type.

"Satoru Gojo." the thin woman said.

"Who are you?" he said, not caring.

"I think you know very well who I am."

"I don't know why you came here, but I don't have anything do to with him anymore. I haven't seen him for ages."

"He's dying." said the woman with a serious tone, there was not a bit of humor in her voice.

Gojo felt his world stop. He stood abruptly and slammed his hands on the desk at the same time.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes. Tell me why you are really here!"

He looked at the woman who had teary eyes, she wasn't joking, not in the slightest.

This was not possible, Geto was a healthy person, he took care of his diet, and exercised, he was a little thin but nothing to worry about. How could he be sick?

"What happened?"

"He has a heart condition that the professionals barely noticed. He had a heart attack a few weeks ago. We thought he was getting better, but his heart became less and less responsive. I'm afraid there's not much they can do."

Things were serious. Gojo's body felt heavier and heavier, and his whole body ached with pain too hard to bear. He sat back in his chair, trying to process the sad news, he didn't speak for a while, it was hard to breathe. On another occasion, he would have asked her to leave, but this woman didn't even have his number. Talking about Geto now was the only thing they could do.

"Where were you, huh? He spends years of his life with you, and you are not even able to take care of him and realize that he is getting sick." Gojo said with a tone of both disdain and disgust.

"And what about you? That you let him go just like that. Think I don't know about you and him? The pain you put him through?"

"His illness has nothing to do with me!" Gojo screamed.

"It does, you scumbag!" The woman lost her sanity. "I heard him mourn at night for years, during our marriage I had to hear him say your name in his sleep countless times, even if he cried or laughed, he always said your name!"

Gojo was speechless, how could Geto still think of him when he had a wife who loved him?

The woman kept touching her eyes, trying to stop the tears.

"You know...we even have two daughters, two adorable girls who love him. And he loves them more than anything in the world. I thought that by giving him children he would be able to move on, but even now, I know he's looking for you in the crowd."

Gojo could imagine him, Geto was probably a loving and responsible father, he imagined him playing with his daughters, taking them to stores, his daughters probably playing with his hair. He imagined Geto playing with dolls, and he couldn't help but smile.

The woman continued, "I am married to him legally, but I suspect he was always married to you in soul. He has a void that I will never be able to fill."

Gojo didn't speak.

"I don't know how much longer he has left, if you want to do something good for once and say goodbye, this is the hospital where he is. The girls and I are with him every hour." The woman took a deep breath. "I hate you more than anyone, I hope you realize that. But I know that seeing you one last time will give him the peace to leave without regrets." said the woman as she left Gojo's office, without even looking him in the eye.

What was Gojo going to do now? His life was finally going as it should, but now that he was calm, that woman came with news that made him lose his mind. He was going to lose him, not for the first or second time, he was going to lose him forever. Only at that moment did Gojo realize how insignificant all those years of pretending to leave everything behind had been. Nothing made sense, there was no point in pretending that he lived well and that he had made peace with his past. He had not.

He always thought that he would leave this world before Geto, because seeing himself alone in a world where his Suguru did not exist was too painful to bear. So, he always thought that he would die and Geto would live a long and happy life, even if it was without him.

It was as if the world was coming to an end.

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Postcards to my Love

Pairing: Prince Kit x fem!reader

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: sending beautiful postcards to their loved ones

Snow was coming down in thick clouds down to earth. Kit was sitting at his office desk going threw the states finances. He sighted as he wrote down another number. His neck was hurt from hours of looking down and he missed his wife dearly.

He began to drift from his work into a daydream of you. What were you doing? Probably decorating yet another room in the castle. He imagined you standing on a ladder while your handmaiden and some servants made a fuss because the Queen was decorating the castle. You were no doubt smiling brightly as you hung ornament, garlands made out of evergreens and other festive decoration around the halls.

Someone knocked at his office door. Loudly he allowed the person to enter. A servant with a tray came through the door. He walked over to the King’s table and laid down a letter. “From her majesty to you, your majesty.” Kit thanked him and nodded for the servant to leave the room.

Kit opened the letter from you eagerly. He saw your beautiful handwriting and smiled. ‘Find me!’ the letter read. He turned the paper in confusion. On the backside he found a drawing your shared secret spot.

As if he was stung by a bee he sprang up from his chair and bolted out of his office. Servants and guards alike looked after their King as he bolted through the halls. They have never seen him run as fast as the days when he went out hunting.

Kit crashed into his bedroom he shared with you. His butler was shocked to see him in here so early. He nearly let the shoe paste fall onto the carpet. “I am sorry, Alastair. Can you please get my coat? Thank you!” His butler nodded, laid down the tools and disappeared into his dressing room to get his coat.

After he dressed weather appropriate, Kit ran to the tree in the back of the huge garden of the palace. He smiled as he saw you sitting on the swing hanging from the tree. You were softly swinging back and forth. In your hands you held something that looked like a pen. Kit knew you wouldn’t go out and draw in the cold.

He walked up to you and looked over your shoulder. He chuckled as he saw an icicle in your hands. “You know, murdering your husband is treason.” You turned as he spoke. Your eyes was wide from his sudden appearance. “I wouldn’t dare do that!” You held it up as if you would perform magic. “It looks like a wand, don’t you think.” Your gloved hands whirled around in front of you in different patterns.

Kit chuckled at your childlike wonder. He held onto the strings hanging from the branch of the old oak tree and leaned down. His lips connected with your cold cheek. You leaned back into his chest and bathed in the affection he was showering you in. “Let’s get inside. You are freezing.”

You wanted to protest but he had good arguments. “We could walk by the kitchen and ask for hot chocolate. Maybe even some fresh cookies. How does that sound?” You looked up at him and smirked. “Last one at the castle has to do the speech at the official Christmas dinner.” Kit smirked, “You will have to start writing that speech in your head, my darling wife.” You shook your head, “No I won’t, husband dearest.”

You hiked your skirts up before standing up. Kit wanted to grab you by your waist and hold you back but you were faster and sprinted back to the castle. Kit followed you, a big grin on his face.

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Redemption Was Just The Beginning

Chapter 3: September, 1899 (Continued)

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To the world, Arthur Morgan is dead. As he tries to face the idea, in a lush valley in Ambarino he comes face to face with a woman from his past, and they must reckon with an era long gone. Especially when she has secrets of her own.

(Rated explicit simply because eventually there’s smut in this.)

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Dr. Anderson was a woman. It surprised Arthur when she came into the bedroom adjoined to the kitchen with Ana. While he had heard of them, he had never actually met a ‘Lady Doctor’ as some people called them. He rarely saw doctors at all, but when he did the only women involved were either nurses or secretaries.

“Consumption, huh?” Dr. Anderson questioned, setting a medical bag nearly as big as she was on the dresser. She opened it and rifled through to get what she wanted.

Ana looked at Arthur snug tightly in the bed, “That’s what he says.”

“I see.” Dr. Anderson said out loud and putting her attention on Arthur, “Who did you get this diagnosis from?”

“Some doc down there in Saint Denis.” Arthur replied as Dr. Anderson put the end of a stethoscope underneath his shirt, moving it around to get a good listen of his lungs from multiple angles.

Dr. Anderson hummed, “Yeah? They do got quite the problem with that in those swamps. All that humidity.”

The doctor continued her examination, but while she investigated his ribs she pressed too hard on the muscle above his stomach. Arthur lurched forward and began to cough, hard and uncontrollably. Dr. Anderson grabbed a handkerchief and held it over his mouth. She encouraged him to let out whatever wanted to come up. Once the attack ended the doctor took a look at it, then put the handkerchief in a sealed metal box.

Dr. Anderson sighed, “I know that wasn’t pleasant, but with this sample I can look at it under a microscope at my office and see what’s really going on.”

“So,” Ana said, who had been sitting in a comfortable chair next to the bed, “do you agree it’s consumption?”

Dr. Anderson put her tools back into her bag, “To be quite honest? I’m not sure. Of course it’s a possibility with his symptoms, but at the same time he has injuries that make it harder to say for certain. Either way, his lungs are terribly congested. I’m going to give you a few things to keep him comfortable. Keep the windows open until the weather changes, he needs fresh air. Make sure he rests and doesn’t exert himself. Give him good food, good drink.”

The doctor rubbed her temples, “And if you think it’ll help make sure there’s a lot of garlic. I don’t really understand the idea people around here have about it, but since most almost swear upon it I don’t see the hurt.”

The doctor left them with two medicine bottles, one for pain and another for fever. She also gave Ana a medical syringe in case Arthur was unable to swallow. Ana followed the Dr. Anderson out, leaving Arthur with his thoughts for a while. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like feeling helpless or useless. There was no guarantee he would ever get better, he didn’t even try to entertain the idea. He would have preferred to die fighting the way he expected to, not like an old man bound to a bed.

“You dying, Mister?” A small voice squeaked from the doorway. Arthur looked at him, the boy peeking over the door jamb. He assumed from his dark hair and warm complexion he was the child Ana said she had. There was something peculiar to him, but Arthur couldn’t place it.

“Dunno yet.” Arthur replied a little too seriously than he intended, “When I am I’ll let you know.”

The boy scurried before they could say anything else to each other, hearing his mother’s voice. Arthur heard them muffledly speaking to each other in Spanish in the kitchen.

Ana returned to the room holding a wooden tray with legs, “You think you could eat for me? Mrs. Liang whipped it up. She says she’ll make you some sort of soup that should help you. Chinese medicine sort of stuff. I also made you a garlic tea.”

Arthur sat up a little further as Ana placed the tray on his lap, “Garlic… tea?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. We use it Mexico for coughs and such.”

Arthur looked at the meal. It was a fillet of some sort of fish with a cause on it. When he tried it, despite not having much of an appetite, it was a type of horseradish with more garlic mixed in. Underneath was a pad of plain white rice. On the side there was a salad of red radish mixed with apple. The tea did have a faint taste of the garlic, but it was mostly overpowered by the taste of lemon and honey. It was an odd combination, a little bit fancy, but it beat the spartan concoctions Pearson would throw together.

Arthur managed to finish it, Ana lowering the kerosene lamp’s glow before she left to feed herself and her son. They tried to be quiet in the kitchen. He looked around the room, looking for something to entertain himself with. He opened the tiny drawer in the bedside table and leaned over to peer inside. He pulled out a book. It was a collection of short stories about that English detective written by a feller named Conan Doyle. Mary-Beth had told him about him once. He opened the book to find on a blank starter page ‘J. Gardener – Obtained 1894’ written in a weak and shaky hand. It wasn’t a long book, but the previous reader didn’t seem to get very far. A quarter of the way through it, Arthur found a cigarette card of a Sioux chief in full regalia that was used for a bookmark.

Arthur had read the first three stories when Ana came in the room. She had changed from her sage green blouse and black plaid belted skirt into her nightgown. She had taken her hair out of the high bun with a braided crown into a style Arthur was much more familiar with. Her hair was still very long, falling in waves down her back, just as thick and shiny as it had been when he had first met her.

“I forgot that book was in here. Good thing you found it.” Ana said, placing a leather-bound journal and pencil on the table, “I brought that for you. I remember you always doing something in one of those.”

She sat in the chair next to him, propping her feet on a matching ottoman and draping a blanket over her lap. She stared at him for a while, there was a warmth gleaming in her eyes, “I never thought I’d see you again.”

Arthur gave her a frail smile, “Too bad you had to see how old I’m gettin’.”

“It’s not so bad, and I’m not young anymore either.” Ana replied, leaning against the chair’s arm, “Tell me, everything I missed. What happened to the gang? Clearly something, or else you wouldn’t be here.”

Arthur hesitated, but eventually began the long story. First with all the people who joined after she had gone, the ensuing years. Then he got to Blackwater, and the downfall of everything. One disaster after another, the Pinkertons, Micah Bell, Dutch’s change. He got into how he learned he, supposedly, had tuberculosis and who and how he got it. Ana listened with her own whirlwind of emotions, especially when she found out how old Hosea and Susan had gone out. She had some solace in those who she remembered who did make it out like Uncle who never seemed to do much around the camps, or Pearson who tried his best despite the bland stews, or the fallen Reverend Swanson who enjoyed listening to her pray during the mornings. She was surprised about John. He was just a teenager when they had met, he a near feral child. To know he had a family, was something she never completely expected of him.

The conversation went well into the night. As the owls hooted through the open windows, Arthur’s eyelids started to become heavy. Once there was no more speaking, Ana watched him as he fell asleep. She watched him for a while. Anger ignited in her chest for him, at Dutch. She contemplated if she ever really knew him. He seemed so different those years in her past. To know what became of him, what he did to the man he raised from a boy, it astonished her. It didn’t seem right. And that Micah, whoever the hell he was. It was a good thing she hadn’t been there. Her temperament would have not cooled, she would have probably killed him the moment he said anything vulgar to her.

Ana sighed and got up from the chair. She draped the blanket over the back, taking one last look at Arthur with all the things she wished she could say. Her feelings were still the same, but the knowledge and understanding it would never be despite any new hopes were also. Still she gazed upon him, reaching down and pushing his hair away from his forehead. She muttered to him softly not to wake him, before leaving the room to retire to her own upstairs.

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During the night, Arthur’s fever spiked. When Ana went to check on him, he was flailing about in the bed. Sweat drenched his body, his nightshirt, and sheets. Ana fetched a small bucket of water and rag she put into the ice box before she went to bed. She put the fever medicine Dr. Anderson gave her into the syringe and tapped the air out of it, stabbing the small needle into his neck but avoiding any veins. She dunked the rag into the bucket of cold water, wrapping it around his forehead. She held him, waiting for it to break. He grasped wildly at anything he could grab whether it was her nightgown, which he pulled with a ferocity that the seams began to rip, or her hair tumbling down her back until she cried out in pain. Still, she held him tightly as he screamed and carried on in whatever delusional dream possessed him.

Through his anger, “MICAH! YOU RAT BASTARD! I SHOULDA LET YOU SWING IN STRAWBERRY! YOU DAMNED US! SOLD US OUT!”

Through his pain, “Dutch… Dutch, how could you do this…? You were like a father… And Hosea… You called me your son… Why? After all them years? Why?!”

Through his sobs, “Mary… Oh, Mary! I’m so sorry!”

Ana couldn’t stop herself from wincing at the last one, feeling like a knife cut through her heart.

After an eternity the medicine and the cold rag worked, leaving Ana feeling like she had just been through a battle. She examined her wounds, bruises on her arms and scratches on her back, and gown torn beyond repair. She laid him back in the bed, knowing in the morning she would need to change the sheets but too exhausted to bother right at the moment. She tucked him into the blankets tightly, lying down on them next to him. She brought his head to her chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck. It didn’t take sleep long to take her once she closed her eyes.

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At first Arthur slept without much in terms of dreams. Then came a heat that burned like he was in the hottest pit of Hell. He opened his eyes to flames surrounding him. He couldn’t seem to escape them no matter what direction he moved in, fire licking his skin and threatening to consume him. In the blaze he saw faces and then their full forms. They surrounded him. Micah, that potbellied prick with that displeasing smug grin on his lips under his disgusting mustache and twinkle in his beady eyes covered by his stringy blond hair. Dutch with that unfeeling stare that had grown colder and colder by the time he abandoned Arthur on that cliff near Beaver Hollow. Mary, the most painful of all, the same expression on her beautiful face when he refused to run away with her. He tried to shout back at them, but to his ears no sound came out. He crumbled in front of them, their visages fading from him, leaving him in a pitch black void.

In front of him appeared a bright white light. He hesitated going towards it, until his eyes adjusted. It was the opening of a cave, leading to a meadow bathed in a golden glow. Instead of comfort he felt dread, like the other times before the world had turned that color. He walked towards the exit given to him, bracing himself for what he was going to see.

Surely enough, there it was. In a tall patch of grass alongside a stream fed by a waterfall, a magnificent white-tailed buck stood. It stared at him, unaffected by his approach. Arthur reached out to it, the deer sniffing at his hand and stepping away. It then looked past him. Sensing something else nearby, Arthur looked over his shoulder. Lounging calmly on a rock there was a cougar. Arthur knew how cougars usually were, strong and dangerous. They would attack without being heard or seen until it was too late. To see one act in such a way unnerved him.

The cougar stretched its slender body, loping down from the rock to the buck. It stood between it and Arthur. He expected to see it attack, but instead the cougar affectionately against the buck. The cat purred and groomed it, further confusing Arthur. He was aware this was another of his visions, he had had them when he learned he was dying, but this time he was unsure what the meaning held.

The cougar grunted. It walked towards the waterfall, looking back as if expecting him and the buck to follow it. The buck bounced behind the cat’s body, both animals disappearing under the cascading water. Arthur took a deep breath, stepping under the heavy shower.

The sudden coolness struck him, bringing him back to reality. He opened his eyes. He was still alive, lucky for another time. He felt a cool rag on his head and tightly in Ana’s arms. Arthur looked up to her face. Whatever had happened, the trouble was written on her sleeping face. He truly didn’t understand it all, how it led from the acceptance of dying and dying alone at that, to this. He out his head back onto her breast, finding comfort in her warm and strong heartbeat.

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“I’m mighty sorry, Anie.” Arthur spoke as he watched Ana, still in the nightgown he ruined, strip the bed in the morning after breakfast and turning the cotton filled mattress over to the dry side from the armchair she sat him in.

“You have nothing to be apologetic over.” Ana replied, putting new linens on the bed and replacing the pillows, “It was a rough night. Until you came out of it I was almost sure I was going to lose you.”

She tucked the bottom blanket sheet into the foot board, covering it with a new quilt. She smoothed them with her hands before folding them into a triangular shape so Arthur could get back in when he was ready and stacking the pillows on top of one another so his head could stay comfortably elevated. She went over to him, helping him pull off his sweaty nightshirt. She put a fresh and clean on him after shaving his face, combing his hair, and washing him up with a damp cloth.

“I shoulda died out there. I don’t deserve any of this…” Arthur muttered when she tucked him in the bed.

Ana sighed. She started softly stroking his hair, the look on her face one of concern and sadness, “You let me be the judge of that for now, Arthur Morgan. All I want you to worry about is to get better.”

After Ana was dressed a man knocked on her door, handing her a telegram from Dr. Anderson. The slip of paper read:

‘Examined sample from gentleman in your care = Found no evidence of mycobacterium tuberculum (consumption) = Patient however has severe lung infection = Continue treatment recommendations = If advances send me again = If not will visit in a month’s time = Dr S M Anderson M D.’

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A chaotic hero Scenario...

Gahhh I miss scenarios😭

As Batman's sidekick, you had the most energy and bubbly attitude. One would think that made you less frightening. That was wrong. In fact, Batman himself could barely wrap his head around the chaos that came with you and how the rogues seemed to panic at even the hint of your presence.

The Riddler: Everything was always in perfect order. Everything was just as he intended and the Riddler was certain that he'd beat the Batman once and for all declare his intellectual superiority. He moved past the figure that watched to check the numbers and that everything with his plans were in order, wait who did he pass? Edward spun around. Oh no. "(H/N)!?" Edward almost screeched. "Booyah! Fight me, Ed! Fight me!" You grinned and lunged. Edward took off into a run. He had to get you out of his lair at the very least. "(H/N)! Stop! Stop! Stop!" He yelled loudly. You were in hot pursuit until Edward heard you say something that put him to a screeching halt. "Oh, shiny!" His stomach nearly went into his throat. He practically sprinted back to haul you away from his newly finished machinery. "No! No! Don't touch that! You're idiotic brain will break it!" Having you around was like having a toddler...a dangerous one. He didn't want a child of any kind in his life and especially his hideout!

Mad Hatter: He never even explained to the other rogues what it is about you that scares him so much. Some questioned if he actually knew himself. Perhaps it was something about the costume you wore? Batman's is so much more intimidating. Yet like a rehearsal, the moment he saw you he was running. "C'mere Tetch! I'm gonna spank you! Kidnapping is very illegal!" All bets are off when you're around. If its Batman, Jervis will stick with his associates until the very end. However when you were sent in, he ditched them without hesitation. Blabbering incoherent words. It didn't even seem to matter that you never followed through with any threats. He will squeal at the very mention that you might actually like him.

Black Mask: You're always the first clue that Batman was near. The only thing is, Roman was always relieved when Batman did come back. It was like handing a wild child back to their parent. Every second was an eternal nightmare. Given his status in Gotham, he was prepared for a lot of things. What he wasn't prepared for was you sitting cross legged on his leather office chair and spinning around, frantically using his desk to help you build momentum. He's so blind sided he actually forgets he has a gun and that is his downfall because low and behold, Batman just came through a vent.

Two-Face: You took the two personalities on a whole other level, making sure to introduce yourself twice and ask him questions twice as though both couldn't hear you the first time. Although it's not much better when they respond you seem to focus on one eye or the other. Not to mention how you always try to butter him up. Whether it's compliments on his suit, the car the he definitely did not steal, his hair. Compliments didn't work on Harvey the same way it would others. It's just annoying and since he met you, it just got much worse.

Penguin: You're a pain in his ass. Literally. You're fast and constantly distracted. That means you can and WILL stumble across something and "Tell on him" to Batman as he so delicately sneers. He didn't like snoops. Although he learned he didn't like hyperactive snoops even more. Again, much like having child at the office.

Scarecrow: His psychology knowledge gives him some advantage over the others. However his psychopathy works against him. The little tricks work on you here and there. Tools of distraction. You could touch that vial of fear toxin that isn't ready and he had spent hours working on...but what if you looked at the scribbles on the desk and walls...it's his plan you know! He never really gets much further than that to really harm you whilst your distracted. Batman has excellent timing for you but rubbish timing for Crane. Batman's genuinely concerned for your safety when it comes to Scarecrow.

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The Longest Night

Tonight is the longest night of the year, and this has been a very, very long year for me. For lots of reasons, I haven't been able to write for the last six months. And then suddenly, last week, it came back. So I have two pieces. This first one has taken me an entire year to write. Kaidan holds vigil after Virmire on the longest night.

Because sometimes you don't know if the light's going to come back, and all you can do is wait.

Read it on Ao3.

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When the sun is nearly blinding May you by it see everything As it was meant to be A wonder extraordinary Made to wander free and fearlessly Unto all eternity

Because death has lost already - The Arcadian Wild, “A Benediction”

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The candle flickers alone on the table.

He knows that this is against regulations. Alliance Naval Code 1493.4B, Kaidan thinks. Open flames are a safety hazard onboard all Alliance craft and are restricted to engineering purposes only with supervision. He knows the book back-to-front, committed the whole thing to memory before basic ended. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

He just can’t bring himself to care.

It’s only been a few days since Virmire, but it feels like a lifetime since the last time he saw her. The cocky smirk on her face as she rushed off to report to Kirrahe and his squad, as if she’d won a prize and he’d lost. The click as she secured her helmet in place, now seeming all too ominous in its finality. Her lazy wave as he boarded the Normandy to secure the bomb, her fingers curling slightly as she disappeared from sight.

He wonders what Ashley would think about him using her candle like this. If she had been saving it for a special reason, or maybe had been a memento from her civilian days. He wonders if it had had any particular significance, why it had even been in her locker in the first place. He wishes he could ask her.

But he can’t.

Kaidan stares into the candle’s flame, turning those last moments over and over and over in his mind for the hundredth time in the last two days. Setting the timer on the bomb. Making peace with his imminent death. His stomach dropping as Ashley radios, “Screw that! We can handle ourselves. Go back and get Alenko.” Falling to the geth as they swarm the dropsite. Feeling his heart beat quicker when Shepard picks him up. Realizing that Shepard is saving him.

His eyes flick up to the door of the CO’s quarters on the far side of the mess, then quickly back down. The guilt at that last is almost as strong as the grief. He stares deep into the candle, searching for something. Answers. Absolution, maybe.

Nothing comes.

The candle gutters for a moment, the slight hiss of the medbay door changing the air pressure in the mess. Soft footsteps approach, stopping a few meters away.

“Lieutenant.”

He scrubs his eyes before turning and acknowledging the asari with a nod. “Dr. T’Soni. You’re up late.”

She gives him a half smile. He’s still not familiar with asari physiology, but he suspects he knows what the slight discoloration around her eyes means. “I am finding it difficult to sleep.” The smile fades as she glances at the candle. “I do not wish to disturb you, though.”

Kaidan shakes his head and gestures to a chair. “Not at all. I couldn’t sleep either.”

Liara has a seat, and they sit in a soft silence for a while.

“It’s hers,” he murmurs into the stillness after a time. Liara doesn’t say anything, just looks his way. “The candle. It’s Ashley’s. I found it this morning when I was packing up her locker to send her stuff home. It was…” He trails off.

“You took it?”

He shifts in his seat. “It wasn’t on the manifest. Everything we bring onboard is supposed to be declared and written down. Alliance Naval Code 3120.32D, part 5.1.40b,” he recites from memory, “The division officer maintains a permanent file of itemized, descriptive inventory sheets for any personally owned tools, materials or equipment authorized to be brought on board.”

“Impressive,” Liara says with a slight curl to her lips.

Kaidan half-bows in his chair. “I do have a reputation to uphold.”

She gives him a sidelong glance. “Ashley told me once that you sleep with your regulation book under your pillow.”

“Those books are softer than our pillows,” he replies, the ghost of a smile pulling around his lips at the memory of a well-worn argument. “I just can’t believe she actually had contraband in her locker all this time.”

“Really?” Liara smiles softly. “Because that’s entirely in keeping with what I know about her.”

Kaidan chuckles. It feels good to laugh a little, but the sound dies quickly, swallowed by the darkness in the empty room. After a moment, in a small voice, he says, “I miss her.”

“I do, too.” She pauses, then tilts her head. “Then why burn her contraband, instead of keeping it?”

He sighs again, carding a hand through his hair. “It’s silly, really. I…” He stops, not sure how to explain.

“I apologize, Lieutenant, I did not mean to—“

“It’s the longest night,” he says abruptly. “Tonight. Back home, I mean.” Liara gives him an encouraging nod that seems only slightly baffled. “It’s a tradition of sorts. Religious, kind of, but not really, I guess.” He falls silent, unsure how to continue.

Liara gazes thoughtfully at him. “Tell me about it.”

He looks back at the candle, the tips of his ears feeling hot. The words come, unbidden. “My family aren’t religious, not like Ashley’s,” he begins. “Just not something my parents ever really cared about. Except once a year. There was this little chapel down the road from our cabin in the Canadian interior. We’d go to the cabin for school break every winter. December in the interior is…beautiful. High drifts of soft snow, evergreen trees dusted with the stuff. And at night, the stars mix with the aurora the create this sight that just…takes your breath away. Magical, to a kid.”

His head thrums with the memory. “Anyway, this chapel we’d go to was always decorated for Christmas. Ah, uh, old Earth holiday. Weirdly, we never went for Christmas Eve service, or any other service. But Mom always insisted we go to the one held for longest night.

“The chapel always started out dark, and quiet. Never a lot of people, maybe because it was rural, maybe because it was sort of depressing. The choir would sing quiet songs, and the pastor would say a few words, but he’d always end with some verse that says, the people walking in darkness have seen a great light. And then…”

He closes his eyes briefly, the sense memory intimately overwhelming. “People would start getting up, one by one, and lighting the candles around the walls. In memory of loved ones. In hopes for others. I just liked the act of lighting them when I was a kid, watching the fire, you know? And little by little, the whole chapel would just be…filled with light. Blazing, reflecting off the stained-glass, warming up the whole space. It was incredible. Always made my mom cry,” he chuckles, scrubbing at his face again. “And the pastor would send us out with the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness will not overcome it.”

Liara sits with that for a long moment, staring into the candle. Kaidan doesn’t say anything more.

After a while, she says softly, “It is a beautiful ritual.”

Kaidan ducks his head.

“Would it surprise you to learn that the asari have a similar ritual?”

He raises an eyebrow. “It would.”

She gives him a small smile. “The siarists tell a story gleaned from one of the older religions about the goddess Athame. The ritual involves the lighting first of one flame, then dozens, and finally hundreds as an echo of the goddess’ words in the story.”

“What did she say?” he asks.

She pauses for a moment, collecting herself. Then, in a soft voice, she says, “Once, when the world was new and the asari were still young, there was a time when the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer, until there was nothing but night.

“Then, the goddess Athame descended from the heavens. She brought with her all the tools for civilization: knowledge, wisdom, empathy, courage. But strangely, she did not bring with her the light.

“The people asked her, ‘Athame, goddess of all that is—why have you gifted us with so much, and yet not given us the light?’

“And Athame answered, ‘My children, I have done better than return to you the light. I have gifted you the tools to beat back the darkness. For the light comes and goes, but the darkness is everpresent. So grow, my children, and learn what you must so that you might one day push back the darkness and herald light’s return.’”

Liara falls silent. After a moment, Kaidan says in a voice thick with emotion, “That, um. That certainly…resonates.”

Liara gives a soft chuckle. “Early in my studies, I encountered a Prothean story tablet—fragments really, so much had been lost to the Reapers. But the tablet fragments together told a tale quite similar to the one the asari tell about Athame.”

“How is that possible?” Kaidan says, furrowing his brow.

Liara shrugs. “I asked something similar of the Matriarch advising me, Dr. P’Ropp. She said, every culture across species recognizes that darkness is inescapable. We do not know if the light is coming back when the night falls. We hope for it, we might even pray for it, but we do not know. We cannot. All we can do is wait.”

She sighs heavily. “And so…we wait for the light.”

His eyes flick up to Shepard’s door again, and then back down.

“You should go to him,” Liara says quietly.

Kaidan is instantly tense, his eyes going wide as he looks over to meet her gaze.

“I am sure he would appreciate the comfort, too. And the company.” The smile she gives him makes his heart beat quicker again. Another rush of guilt follows.

Kaidan shakes his head, blowing out a shuddering breath. The candle gutters. “Not…um, not from me.”

“Kaidan—“

“I’m the reason she died.”

He cuts her off quietly, but his words echo in the nearly-empty mess like a shout.

“I forced the choice. I forced him to choose. I armed the bomb, I set the timer. I— I forced him.” He takes a breath, trying to keep his voice steady. “He thinks her death is her fault, because of course he does. That’s who he is. He doesn’t fail, but she—“ His breath hitches. “She died. He thinks it was his fault, but it’s not. It’s mine. It’s mine.” His voice breaks, any words that might’ve come next dying in his throttled throat.

“Ashley’s death is not your fault,” Liara says firmly. She takes his hand in hers and squeezes gently. “It is not.”

He doesn’t deserve the kindness in that simple touch. He hates himself that he can’t bear to take his hand away.

Liara doesn’t let go, squeezing his hand more insistently. “I have not known the Commander as long as you have, but I do not get the sense he is one who blames his friends unfairly. Ashley’s death was not your fault. Any more than Benezia’s was mine.” She says this last with less conviction, as if she’s said it to herself before, as if it in the repetition it might become true.

“It’s not,” he says shakily. He clears his throat, then says again, more emphatically, “It’s not.”

“No,” she replies, “it is Saren’s. And I know he knows that.” She glances back at the door across the way. “Shepard knows that.”

Kaidan turns back to watch the flicker of the candle’s flame. “I can’t face him. Not…not yet.” There’s a wealth of meaning buried in those spare, halting words.

“So then…we wait,” she says quietly.

“‘We’?”

She nods. “We.”

He takes another shuddering breath, then nods back. She just squeezes his hand once more.

They sit in companionable silence for a long while, lost in their own thoughts and memories, bathed in the warm glow of a friend’s contraband candle.

Waiting for the light.

#mass effect #kaidan alenko #shepard #mshenko #post-virmire #longest night #because sometimes you don't know if the light is coming back #my writing

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voidselfshipp · 1 year

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Shatterdome Shenanigans

Cw: mentions of being drunk, alcohol, mild swearing.

Summary: moments that happened during/after the movie in which the shatterdome residents were unhinged/ or soft moments that were never shown in camera. (Because yes. My s/I is cannon, they just cut out all of her cool and cute scenes)

A/n: my lovely friend tex encouraged me to write about my s/I so I decided to make some scenes that could happen during/after the movie.

->only mutuals allowed to reblog.

♡lovely taglist: @tex-treasures @mercuryships @malewifepatrickbateman

--Okay but whose fucking brilliant idea was to name that cat V kaiju "slattern" ?-- Jerico asked, beer bottle in hand.

The people present look at tendo, who only shrugs and takes a sip from his drink-- it was me, and you were there! You heard stacker going "call it slattern if you must"

--i KNOW but what was going through your head when you saw slattern?!

--i was more worried about the hunk of flesh that that kaiju was rather than "oh how should I name it!" I said "the bitch is big" and then Pentecost came with his politically correct speech about "call it slattern if you must!"

Chuck, who was also present, side hugged Jerico pulling her closer-- wasnt Slattern on the offical report too? Yer tellin' me the Word "slattern" is in an official PPDC document?-- he asked after taking a swig of his beer.

--Yup-- tendo replied.

--I think I signed it ,too-- herc replied.

The table erupts with drunk laughter, jerico is curled over the table smacking it with her fist, Chuck is holding his stomach, head thrown back, Herc is biting down on his fist holding back laughter (And failing miserably), And tendo is Rolling his eyes between chuckles.

Silently, Stacker pentecost observes his finest PPDC members trash talk him. He sighs and mutters-- im workin' with children -- but inwardly, he found the whole slattern situation incredibly funny, he could remember the faces of the higher Ups reading the report incredibly baffled.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

Its a nice and quiet morning in the shatterdome, everyone got to sleep in, Andd finally tendo got a proper eight hours of rest.

Its silent, aside from the whirring of tools and the bustle of mingling workers and jaeger repairs.

Peace, something that the shatterdome hasnt felt in a good while.

Peace, that is disturbed as a cackling Chuck is being chased by a very angry jerico-- yOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!

--I was just having brekkie babe!-- Chuck yelled back, barely evading the pillow jerico was using to plummet him-- bloody hell!

--BREKKIE MY ASS!. CHUCK HANSEN VENI PARA ACA QUE TE VOY A HACER MIERDA!-- (Chuck hansen come here ill kick your ass!) She yelled, throwing the pillow again and hitting him square in the back of the neck, making him let out an "oomf" sound.

The technicians only sighed deeply, some things never change.

《♡♡♡♡》

--Are all those cups of coffee for you?-- jerico asked leaning on the kitchen counter.

Tendo, who had sneaked into the Shatterdome's kitchen, was holding maybe four cups, two on each hand plus a donut to munch on-- Pentecost wants me on overwatch until we make sure nothings gonna come out again, and after pitfall Ive been sleeping like dogshit...sorry honey, I know you dont like me doing these things

Jeri sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he gladly returned, awkwardly hugging her waist-- let me Carry some for you, then?

He nodded and handed him two mugs, and while hes distracted she takes a bite from his donut.

--Hey wait a minute! Somebody stole a bite from my donut!-- he exclaimed looking at her.

--Oh thats a crime!-- jeri said playing dumb

He raised a brow with a smirk on his face -- wonder who did it

--Dont you mean who DONUT it?

He snorted and rolled his eyes-- alright you...

She helped him Carry his worrying ammounts of coffee towards LOCCENT, once there, he sets them down on a nearby table and he sits on his Office chair.

--This Seat taken?-- jerico asked.

--Doll ,thats my lap?

--Did I stutter?

He chuckled and patted his thigh-- no ma'am

Jeri sat on his lap and he hugged her waist-- ya dont gotta Keep me company

--Ill stay for a bit

--I dont think ill be able to get anythin' done with you around -- he teased.

--Too bad

Jerico did eventually leave to sleep like normal people do, but not before kissing her boyfriend good night and bring him another donut.

By the time morning arrived and nothing came through the now closed breach, tendo reached his bedroom and barely had any energy to change and lay down.

He noticed his girlfriend asleep with one of his shirts, he chuckles and pulls her against his chest, spooning her.

Finally, he could get some well deserved rest.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--I still cant Belive you two considered jumping off of S.E, hes what?, 250 feet tall? Are you guys out of your mind?!

--Okay look-- Chuck started, speaking like a kid who was caught doing something he shouldnt-- we were good as dead up there and there was nothing we could do

--But we werent going to actually jump!-- Herc explained with his hands up.

--i saw you looking down at the sea-- she noted.

--Yeah well...

Like father like son, both just looked away, slouching and smiling nervously.

Jerico pulled them close for a hug, and they hugged back.-- you dont have to worry about us-- Chuck whispered caressing her hair.

--it wouldnt be the dumbest thing we've done

--I know.. its just..- Youre telling me youve done dumber things than considering jumping from a 250 ft robot?

--uhhhhhh

--How are you still alive?!-- she asks.

--Dunno-- Chuck admitted.

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

Raleigh was quietly working out, doing push Ups in his room while jerico sat on his back, she was way lighter than him but the added Weight could be felt.

-- once i heard someone describe you as "an annoying cowboy" -- jeri commented, drinking from her tea and Reading the news on her phone.

--Thats a good way to describe me -- he agreed.

--I preffer handsome cowboy-- she flirted.

--Oh so you think im handsome?

--My Man, we've been dating for a couple of years now, of course I think youre handsome

He laughed-- I remember you being the envy of the world, dating me and my brother

Jerico flicked him on the back of his head-- dont let it get to your head, becket

-- hey!-- he exclaimed-- mean

--Love you too

Raleigh laughed, shaking his head-- love you too, honey

《♡♡♡♡》

Chuck sighed, working on striker eureka's repair was hard work.

He was hungry, maybe he should get something to eat...

Wiping the sweat off of his brow, hes about to stand up when he feels something slap his bicep-- hey handsome-- jeri said, sitting besides him-- lunch

She handed him a sándwich wrapped in plastic, so that was what she used to hit him

--Brought you cold water and lamingtons

--Why havent I married you yet?-- he asked taking the food and unwrapping his lunch.

-- baby we are married though?-- she showed him the ring.

--Yeah but i mean, a Real wedding? One that is officiated by someone else than tendo?

--once the shatterdome is shut down we can have our wedding

He nodded pulling her closer-- nothing more romantic than eating lunch infront of a 250 FT robot

--Youre always so thoughtfull

--Ah well, I try my best, Cheers

Both of them clinked their sandwiches toghether-- cheers!-- jeri squeals.

As far as she was concerned, this was a perfect date.

《♡♡♡♡》

--Herc! Im bored!-- jerico said, making some snacks for her and her boyfriend.

--Hello,bored,im herc-- herc replied, not looking up from the lovely paperwork stacker had given him.(sarcasm intended).

--Haha, so funny-- she set the plates on the desk and sat on his lap.

The Man looks up and grabs one of the snacks eating from it-- I know, im hilarious

--And then you wonder where Chuck's asshole behavior came from -- jeri teased.

--Mean -- herc simply replies.

She sticks her tongue out and both just stare at eachother,to then laugh and resume what they were doing.

Some hours later, jerico decided to do something about her boredom, grabbing one of the old tape players herc had and turning it on,deciding to slide in a cassete tape labeled " 60s music".

Soft music started to play, slow rythm and with a jazzy feel to it.

Herc barely registers it as hes neck deep in work.

--Oh what lovely music, shame I dont have someone to dance with!-- she exclaimed with fake sorrow, the back of her hand on her forehead and the other on her chest-- if only there was a handsome ranger around here to dance with!

The Man turns to her and raises a brow-- sorry honey, these documents are important

--herc! Youve been working on them all day! Cmon!

He sighed and stood up, taking one of her hands in his-- fear not,your ranger has arrived-- Hercules decided to play along, because the alternatives werent as fun

--My hero!-- jeri exclaims, putting one hand on his shoulder while his free arm held her waist.

Both rock back and forth, her face on his chest, his chin on the crown of her head.

They danced along to the rythm, quiet and domestic bliss.

He spins her around and pulls her back to him, their faces Inches away-- hey~ -- he flirts.

--hey...-- she whispers.

--mind if I kiss ya?-- herc asks with a low voice.

--Go on ahead, ranger

He kisses her, holding her Gently but tightly against him, and she gladly kisses back, hugging his neck.

That paperwork could surely wait.

《♡♡♡♡》

--And then the bastard says that I dont have a girlfriend!-- newt exclaims while sitting on his girlfriend's lap-- can you Belive it? So of course I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of you! Chau wad talking shit!

Jerico laughed, ruffling her boyfriends hair-- well, youre adorable, how couldnt you get a girlfriend?

--i am so lucky to have you though...Nerdy, intelligent, curious? Its like we are made for eachother! -- he squealed, pressing his forehead against hers.-- love you, baby

--Love you too, babe

He gave her a gentle kiss before asking-- wanna hear something cool I found out about kaijus?

--Uh yeah???? Of course!

And off he went to infodump on his New discovery. Oh how much jerico loved newt.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--Youre such a stick in the Mud-- jerico told stacker while they were baking.

--Stick in the Mud? Really?-- he asked, bumping her with his hip.

--Yeah! You never laugh, or make jokes...you even chastisied tendo because he called slattern a big bitch!

--Well we were at work! He cant just say things like that-- pentecost tried to defend himself.

--stick. In. The. Mud. -- jeri repeated sounding very sure of herself.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the icing he was using to decorate the cookies and putting some on his finger, to then boop his companions nose leaving icing all over It.

She gasps and turns to her, but then a cloud of flour hit her-- sTACKER!

pentecost laughs but then flour hits him in the face.

--Thats how its going to be huh?-- he challenged and soon a flour war was started.

The shatterdome's kitchen staff looked at the pair in disbelief. Soon more people joined to watch the spectacle as stacker chased jerico around the kitchen, both holering with laughter and child like joy.

Pentecost ended up catching jeri, squeezing her like a plushie and laughing alongside her.

They did finish the cookies however, and after cleaning the mess they made, both enjoyed them in the comforts of stacker's room.

Stacker Pentecost was a Man that didnt allow himself a lot of joyous or child like moments, but when he did, not only were they a thing to behold but also incredibly worth it.

#cw alcohol #tw alcohol #cw intoxication #tw intoxication #herc hansen tag pending #chuck #penteost tag pending #raleigh tag pending #👓💙fortune favors the brave dude💙👓

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varnishstaineddesk · 7 months

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My dreams are almost nightmares of a home my grandparents used to have, and a place my father used to live in until his sister died and then the dog and the whole lot was swiftly sold and never spoken of again.

It was four storeys high, right next to the sea and on stormy days the sea would swell up to the road and lash onto the very edges of the hedgerow that kept that sharp cliff hidden. I was always told the house timbers always belonged to a ship, so it made sense to me that it was next to the sea. There was an inn at the end of the road on the same level as the sea and I remember always thinking of how close it was, and worrying on stormy days that I would hear that the place would be swept away. I never walked to the village, but I always walked to the church, and to the graveyard where I saw the grave of a thirteen year old boy that had drowned in the sea. How fitting, I thought, that he was buried in a grave next to the sea that took his life, and wondered if his grave had been swept away in the storms that had uplifted parts of the graveyard and had bones scattered across the flooded roads.

Although it was my grandparents house, my memories never came from when they were living in it, but from when they were gone. My grandmother had gone first, and my grandfather left soon after. Heart break, my mother had said when she thought I was not listening. They loved each other enough I believed it. My grandfather was always his emotions, my grandmother was the calm one.

Though they were gone, buried in the plot behind the house in fields that were abandoned soon after they died, the house was a mausoleum that never quite left my mind.

My father moved into the house too large for him and my aunt stayed in the house next door. The house next door was altered for who lived there, but my father changed nothing. Once he put together the circular window in memory of his mother, and the small statue outside the house for his father, it was a place left relatively untouched.

I cannot remember my grandparents, only their traces.

The room my brother and I used to share had a window that looked either up into the abandoned fields where my grandparents were buried, or down into the tiny paved garden where a small pond sat, my grandfather having always said there was a frog there (though I never saw a frog). A wrought iron spiral stairway linked the two, but I had always been afraid of it for it rattled when I climbed it; clearly not meant for clumsy feet.

There were places in the house that I never stepped into if I could avoid it. The basement was one of these. My father used to work in the office, but I always knew it as my grandfather's office. His name was written on the plaque after all, and I always saw his tools and his papers, his books, his chair.

My new room (new because I was older and needed to stop sharing a room with my brother) was not somewhere I felt comfortable staying in. When it was night, I closed my eyes, pressed my back against the wall, and did not leave. I knew there were no ghosts, but it did not feel right to move at night knowing that the room next to me belonged to my grandmother.

I ventured in once, the distinct musty scent of lavender perfume. It was still sat on the vanity, unfinished and a thin film of dust on the glass. I tried it once, and did not like the smell. I opened drawers, and found an abandoned hairbrush. Comb. More perfume. A closet with only three items of clothing remaining, none of them fitting me for I was always build a little broader than her.

They spilled outside of abandoned rooms.Teapots that stretched atop every cupboard, each unique and odd in their style, odd cartoons around doors rusted tight, a portrait of my grandmother that followed with solemn eyes, eyeless masks that made up the entirety of a back wall, a clock that never ticked right when it was knocked down, umbrellas and canes never used, books never opened, a chair never sat in, trinkets sat in places they were set in and never moved from, dolls stored away in cupboards. A shuttered garage with a white door that vines curled around, a balcony further down the cliff edge where a table and chairs had been left that I only found out about as I wandered down neglected steps to collect pebbles from the beach.

A place not haunted, but marked by its absence of what was once there.

I have never stopped dreaming of the place. Perhaps I am a ghost latched onto it. I always drift back to the window that looked out to sea, ferries to Ireland passing by, the blinking light of a distant bouy flickering through barely closed curtains. How I climbed from the dining room balcony to the slate steps of the front entrance only to climb back as the door had long since stopped being used. How I climbed to the top of the laundry room shelves to hide, and was left there because no one really wanted to play hide and seek, and growing up meant leaving things behind.

I wonder how it is that I, who clings onto everything and hates to let go, am happier now than everyone else who would toss things aside without a second thought, choose to forget as much as they could. How I have nothing of my grandparents, or any other I have lost, but memories and haunting dreams?

I cannot fault my father for leaving it all behind. I often wonder if there was a relief in me transitioning as I was always told I looked like his mother, and his sister, and wonder if he was secretly glad that my face would not haunt him with the image of them. I never asked.

#idk I'm just rambling #anyway I found out the new owners turned it into an airbnb

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dllow25 · 2 years

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The kindest man I ever had the honor of knowing has passed.

I had long suffered with depression before the day I picked up the phone and called for help. My insurance company gave me a list of six different mental health physicians to call that were in our network of covered providers. The first four didn’t have availability for six+ weeks…the 5th was Dr. Minor.

Dr. Minor answered my call almost right away. I was a very young, very scared pregnant newlywed sobbing in the parking lot of a Big Lots. (Very on brand for me) He was so friendly. He listened to me and he knew the need to see me was urgent. He stayed on the phone with me until I arrived at his office, a church in Hamilton.

His office was something straight out of the 70s. Wood paneling, old books, a big desk and comfy chairs. I felt safe there.

Dr. Minor had explained to me that in addition to being a licensed psychologist he was also a pastor. He asked if I felt comfortable if he ministered to me during the course of my treatment, to which I agreed.

Over the next few years, Dr. Minor helped me in unimaginable ways. I saw him twice a week as a patient, and every Sunday at church. He was my doctor, pastor and friend. He helped me to find hope when I had none. He helped me to find healing and peace. He helped me to forgive. With my healing came happiness.

The day I had Carter, he came to the hospital to see me. That’s how much he meant to us. He lived his life in service to the Lord. He was truly a disciple of Christ, who best conveyed his faith though his actions. An angel on this earth. He LOVED his family, his German Shepard and his Saturn convertible.

A few months after Dr. Minor baptized baby Carter, he called me one evening. He told me that he and his wife were planning to move to Branson, MO as he had taken a job closer to their adult children. I was so happy for him but sad for me. I was filled with uncertainty. If I was no longer seeing him, would I fall back into the depths of my depression? Dr. Minor reassured me that I was ready and that he believed in me.

I still think about the things we talked about in therapy. Some days, I still use the tools he equipped me with to fight off overwhelming, unwanted feelings when they rush to the surface. But those days are fewer and farther between.

Over the last few years, we spoke on a handful of occasions. The news of his passing was very hard to take. Still, I have no doubt that it’s a glorious day in Heaven and that the Lord welcomed Pastor Minor home with open arms. I imagine the Lord saying to him, “Well done my good and faithful servant”

He changed my life forever, for the better. He saved my life and there aren’t words to describe the eternal gratitude I feel for him. I pray so deeply that he knew these things. That he was there for me in the darkest hour of my life. That he helped me not only with emotional and physical healing, but with spiritual healing. One day in his office, I told him I felt ashamed for the time I spent pushing Jesus away. I truly did not feel worthy of Gods love and forgiveness. I felt angry at God for my suffering. Pastor Al looked at me and said, “If you’ve never had doubts, you can’t be born again” It was in that exact moment that I was washed in the blood. The moment you are brought to your knees, broken in mind and body and you surrender your suffering and your whole heart to God is one you will never regret or forget.

I pray Dr. Minor knows that he led me to the foot of the cross; where I received salvation. I would not be the woman of Christ I am today without his help. I know I’m not the only one who can say these things. The world is a better place because he was here and I’m truly blessed to have known him as my doctor, my pastor but most of all, my friend.

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Crustwork Employment Report, lute 2070, quinary 3, Quadrant 3

[OUTBOUND COMMUNIQUE]

Crust[Q3/ Moss Cutters' West] >>>>> Mantle[Q3/Defense Headquarters]

[COMMUNIQUE INITIATED]

Q3 Defense Headquarters… Officer Mosley speaking, how can I hel-

Hey, Mosley! Wake up pal, It’s Frank!

Oh sweet mother, Frankie, I’m gonna have a heart attack right here in this damn chair the next time you hail me like that.

Well I’ll be damned, I didn’t even know you sharp-eared bastards were capable of havin’ heart attacks.

Knowin’ you, you’ll find a way to make it happen!

[Belly laughter from both men]

Ahh, I guess I caught you during your afternoon nap. Long rote, huh pal?

Oh boy, you’ll never know. What with the worker shortage, there just ain’t much happening down here. No one to cause an incident, no one to call it in even if one did happen. Bah, them Core workers, though… I tell ya what, they’re floodin’ in, the Courte can’t get enough of ‘em. I wish they’d just send some of ‘em up here to work in the Mantle, or even send some out your way to help with the moss cutting, but... nah, those pompous little pricks are too good for that.

No good anyway, those Core workers. Too soft, too uptight to work up here in the Crust. Remember that one bozo you sent my way a few lutes back, card cheat who worked at the Karat Crimson, got arrested for fixin’ games?

Sure. You mean the guy who dermagrafted his skin blue to be all “in solidarity with the People of Ruk’Danaa” or whatever?

That’s the one, he got sentenced to 5 lutes working as a Moss Cutter up here in Q3. Let me tell ya, you’ve never met a wimpier guy. Too dumb to work the tools right, too weak to cut into the moss properly, too scared to kill a Malga. You wanna know what happened to that guy?

Tell me.

Son of a bitch took of his helmet, started walkin’ into the Malga den, and never came back out. We never saw him again, never even found a body. Eventually, his ID codes blipped out and that was it, goodbye softie.

Huh. Is it that bad with all the Coremen that get stationed up there?

Well… No, he was an outlier, but my point still stands. It’s a different world, down there in the Cores. Them workers, they might have their special talents and services and whatevers that made the Concordaat contract them, but whatever they got, it sure ain’t grit. And you definitely gotta have grit to breathe in this toxic air rote after rote, to walk into these dens and break them apart with your fingers, to defend yourself against an apex Malga. You and I both know, Mosley.

Yeah, and don’t expect me to come back to it. I got this job explicitly because my old ass couldn’t lift an industrial saw anymore, so I’m comfortable where the Courte put me. I get to sit in my premium Naga leather chair, stay behind my desk and breathe clean air.

Alright buddy, brag about it over drinks tonight, okay? I’ve still got a report to give ya, here.

Of course, of course, gimme a moment… alright, shoot.

Moss still remains as pliant as ever, go figure. We’ve been juggling back and forth between the main center mass and the northern corridors that lead to the beacon, but the Malga grow their dens back so fast that we’ve been making negative progress on moss removal since last quinary.

Sorry, bud. If I had workers to send ya, I would. In fact, I’m sure the other Warden Officers are tellin’ their boys in the Crust the same thing.

Hey, no worries. As far as operations go, the incinerators are functionin’ without incident, and the hull chutes have been properly venting all the ash, so the infrastructure is still tip-top shape. However, some of my crews have been complaining about busted vacuum tubes not picking up debris properly, not to mention the usual complaints about the beam rifles too.

Hey, don’t blame me for those blasters, I’ve sent in a request for new ones each time you’ve told me about it. Those vacuum tubes, though, I bet I can get those fixed up for y’all. The higher-ups probably trust you more with those than with the rifles. Hah, that’s just paranoia if you ask me.

[Silence]

...Hey, Frankie, did I lose ya? You still there?

[Distant whisper] You hear that, Frank?

Quiet. You two, head in.

Is uhh... is something happening up there?

Gimme a second, Mos…

[Footsteps on damp moss, being careful not to make noise]

...Frankie, this is a fun joke and all, but stop freakin’ me out.

[Squirming, sound of stabbing and killing a Malga]

[Distant voice] Whew. False alarm, Frank, it was just the one. It sounded a lot bigger from back there, didn’t it?

Yeah… Alright boys, head back this way.

Whoops, we got another one, let me get- oh… Hold on, boss, we got a couple more heading this way, they must’ve heard me kill their friend.

Frankie, do I need to call you back? You sound busy.

Boys, arm your rifles.

[low rumbling, getting louder]

Uhh, boss, they’re comin’ in pretty fast.

I got more over here, Frank! They’re on the ceiling!

Stars above, there’s dozens! [Beam rifles firing, Malga swarming and squirming]

Talk to me, Frank! Frankie, what’s happening!

[Loud, guttural roar, followed by massive crash]

Holy shit, that’s the biggest Malga I’ve ever seen!

It just stomped through the roof! How the hell did it grow that big?!

Fall back, boys! Make it back to the service tunnel and seal that hatch! MOVE IT!

Frankie, I’m serious, talk to me right now!

We only saw one of it’s legs, Mos! It’s massive! I think... [sprinting, panting] ... I think there’s a huge huge space above the moss that we never knew about! It stomped through the roof, Mos!

Hurry, get your men outta there!

[Giant roars, crashes through ceiling, debris falling]

Crust[Q3/ Moss Cutters' West] --?-- Mantle[Q3/Defense Headquarters]

[COMMUNIQUE INTERRUPTED]

#Courte Nebulae #Crust #Mantle #Moss Cutters #Malga

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Echo

Spencer Reid

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N is abducted while working a case and the team has to find her before it’s too late.

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst

Warnings: Mention of death of minor character, torture

not my gif!

The team had been looking into case that had targeted girls with Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. All had looks strikingly similar to you and if anyone were to see either one of the victims in a room with you, they would say you were related. You all had been on the case for about a week now and you were still no where close to catching this guy.

“Agent Y/L/N,” a voice called as you whipped your head to face them, “these came in for you,” the officer was holding a bouquet of red roses with a small white card on the top of it.

“Do you know who these are from?” you asked as he shook his head and walked away.

“What does the note say?” Emily asked as the whole team had watched the interaction.

You opened the envelope and read the note as you furrowed your brows, “echo.” The team looked at each other with puzzled faces, “what the hell is that suppose to mean? Have we already dealt with this unsub?” The rest of team began theorizing as the same officer walked up to you again.

“Agent, we’ve got someone that say he needs to speak to you.”

“Can’t they come here?” Hotch asked, getting defensive.

“He says that he won’t go into a place of justice, whatever that means,” the officer began to lead you as the rest of the team followed. You began walking towards the entrance of the station as the officer looked around for the mystery man. “He was just here,” the man spoke.

“Spence,” you spoke out as your boyfriend looked to you before you collapsed on the ground. You head hit the flooring as a ringing sounded in your ears as well as their being two of everything. Two Spencer’s holding your head, two Hotch’s yelling and pointing fingers, two lights blinding you from seeing anything.

What felt like hours later you were being lifted onto a bed. Two men had arrived with an ambulance as shouting and yelling was all that was heard. “Are you family, sir?” the first responder asked as Spencer opened him mouth and closed it again, “I didn’t think so, you all can follow in cars.” The man said as his colleague gave him as weird look as the both of them lifted you into the ambulance as the rest of the team rushed to get their keys and get into the SUVs.

The ambulance sped off as the sirens wailed and your team rushed to the cars. “What in the fresh hell?” Derek said as he looked at the tires on one of the SUVs. “My tires are popped, what about you, Hotch?”

“Same here,” the raven haired man said.

“It’s a set up,” Reid spoke as fear flooded his face.

***

You awoke in a cabin where you had been tired to a chair and had a gag on your mouth. Your vision still hazy and your thoughts even hazier.

“Oh good, you’re up,” a male voice said from the corner of the room. You tried to get a good look at him, but he stayed in the shadows. “Ben Cyrus,” he said as you furrowed your eyebrows. The name sounded so familiar, but you couldn’t quite remember where you had heard it before.

“Who are you?” you asked as the man chuckled. “Let me go, I’ll talk to my team and we can work this out.” He scoffed at your words and began to walk towards you.

“Ben Cyrus. He ran the greatest church known to man and you,” his face was hardened and his eyes had a crazed look in them, “took away our faith!” He struck his hand across your face as a burning sensation filled your cheek.

It all rushed back to you. A few year back you, Prentiss, and Reid had all gone undercover in a cult-like church. The leader, Benjamin Cyrus, had been suspected of child abuse and sexual harassment and the government had wanted the BAU to get involved.

“I remember,” you said as the man smiled.

“Good, Agent,” he grabbed a chair from the side of the room and brought it over to sit across from you. “Now,” he started again, “you might not know me. My name is Joey Cyrus and I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’d be lyin’,” he studied you as you did the same.

“What do you want, Joey?”

“Well my daddy would be nice for one, but I don’t believe you have the power to do that. So you’ll do just fine,” he got up from his chair and walked over to the bag that you had seen from the corner of your eye. He dumped the contents on the ground in front of you and a spill of tools came out. A hammer, pliers, a baseball bat, a few knives, and other things that could do damage. “Let’s get to know each other.”

***

Back at the station, Spencer was frantically trying to figure out who had taken you and why. The note on the roses had been laced with a medicinal herb that had knocked you out and the ambulance had been found in a ditch on the highway with all but one of the first responders on it. The medics had been killed in a brutal way that even made Spencer sick to his stomach as he thought about what this guy was doing to you.

“Reid,” Hotch’s voice broke his train of thought as he met eyes with the older man. “Go ahead, Garcia.”

“Alright. Our mystery medic is Joseph Mulgrew , he moved to Utah just a few years ago and before that he has been off the map,” Garcia told the team. “This guy, he’s like a ghost. No records of his name anywhere else and no former address of any kind.”

“Did you say Mulgrew?” Spencer said as the team looked at him.

“Yes I did Doctor, what about it?”

“Look up Joseph Cyrus,” Spencer told her as they heard the taps of Garcia’s keyboard. The team looked at him for an explanation, “Benjamin Cyrus, he was an unsub we had.”

“Yeah,” Emily started, “he was that guy that ran that church and...” she trailed off as the team got the gist of what she was saying.

“He was Charles Mulgrew before he made a come back at the church. It could be possible that he has unknown family, considering what he was really doing all those years,” Spencer explained, “Garcia, how old is Joseph?”

“He is 27 years of age and the good doctor is right. Joey here changed his name like dear old dad and oh...” Penny trailed off.

“Penny?” JJ asked.

“Joseph has been in and out of jail and juvie for as long as I can see. Charged with assault, petty theft, and oh my. Domestic abuse filed by his ex-wife who looks a lot like our Y/N,” a sounding on their tablets was heard as they opened it and saw a woman very similar to you.

“But Spencer and I went undercover too, why would he pick Y/N?” Emily said as she immediately started to solve the puzzle, “you think it’s because of the looks of the ex-wife?”

“I think so,” Rossi mumbled, “Penelope pull up the most current address to Joe and anything that could be used to store Y/N.”

“I’ve got a home address and a storage unit and they have all been sent to your phones! Go crime fighters and get our princess back!” Penelope told them.

“Thanks, Baby Girl,” Morgan hung up the phone.

“Reid with me and JJ. Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss take the storage. We’ll have to use squad cars until the SUVs are fixed so lets go get Y/L/N,” Hotch ordered as they all nodded ad went to the parking lot.

***

You muffled your screams and grunts as Joey had began to carve into your stomach. He laughed as you clenched your teeth and held your hands in fists, surely four crescent shaped cuts were to be found on the inside of your palms if you opened them. “You son of a bitch,” you struggled to get out as Joey wiped the knife off on your pants.

“Don’t you talk about my mama that way, girl. I’ll make sure you regret it.” You received at blow to the side of your face. You spit out the blood that formed in your mouth as Joey began to take the other tools out from his collection. “These look nice, don’t they, girl?” He held up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he popped one in his mouth.

“Those things kill,” you said remembering Spencer tell you countless facts about the ‘cancer sticks’ as both of you had nicknamed them. “On second thought, why don’t you just keep smoking them.”

He laughed, “you are a firecracker. My daddy always said the young ones are.” He stroked your hair as you tried to move back.

“Your dad was sick in the head and you are too,” you spoke with such tenacity.

He looked at you blankly, “I thought I said you don’t speak of my family like that,” he took the cigarette from his mouth and stuck it on your exposed collar bone.

You grunted as he held your face in free hand. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “I want to hear those screams, girl.” He press the cigarette into your skin further, finally inciting a small scream to slip past your lips. “Good.”

***

The team had arrived at both locations and there was no sign that you were there. Spencer paced around with his hands in is hair as the rest of the team was now even more worried than before, if that was possible. The team had no idea where you could be and if you were even alive. It had been at least 13 hours since you had dropped in the lobby and it was eating Spencer and the team alive.

“You have nothing?” JJ asked Garcia over the phone,.

“No, i’m sorry. I’ll keep looking and-” she was cut off by Spencer who had just had a revelation.

“Garcia, make sure the jet is ready. I think I know where Y/N is.”

***

On the jet Spencer had explained the note and how it read ‘echo’ as saying that Joey might want to recreate the explosion at the church and now the team had touched down in Colorado where they got in SUVs to go to the church’s location.

A swat team followed them along the dirt roads that were bumpy and the night sky that was dark. The sun was starting to rise in the distance. Spencer remembered you always saying, ‘the same beams but a new day,’ and that made him the tiniest bit hopeful that they would find you in this new day.

The church came into view as they could see it was now a smaller wooden building. “What the hell,” Morgan said from the drivers seat as he say the building, “this guy built up a whole new structure to what? Avenge his father’s death?” The car came to a stop as the team hopped out of the car and Hotch began to go over the plan with the others.

“From the front-” he was cut off by a ear piercing scream that came from no one other than you. Spencer looked at his boss in worry as Hotch returned the look and started again, “let’s go.”

Joey drove a knife into your stomach as you screamed loudly. He left it in your body and quickly grabbed another knife from the ground. “You have got to work out your daddy issues another way,” you told him as he dragged the new knife down the side of your face as it cut into your skin.

“You wanna try something different, girl?” You immediately regretted your words and recalled Spence always telling you that your smart mouth was going to get you in trouble some day. He began to unbutton the top of his flannel, but quickly stopped as he heard footsteps in the distance. You heard them too.

“Spencer!” you yelled as loud as you could as Joey came over to you and cut the ropes on your ankles and arms as he quickly grabbed you and put a knife to your neck.

From the front of the house Spencer could hear your cries as his ears perked up as his heart rate grew faster and Hotch nodded as Morgan kicked the door down. The team moved through the structure and finally Spencer came face to face with you, “Y/N,” he said as you locked eyes with your boyfriend and smiled lightly, despite the situation at hand.

“Joseph, put the knife down,” Hotch told the man as the knife just dug deeper into your skin.

“I don’t think so,” he took grip on you and made it tighter. “You killed my family. He never did anything but help people in need of his guidance.”

“Your father ruined the lives of young girls,” Spencer said matter-o-factly.

“No! He did them a favor, he gave them the greatest gift he could,” Joey said as he began to move his hand without the knife a bit more. You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried see what he was hold and finally saw a small remote concealed in his hand.

You moved your eyes to Hotch’s and blinked rapidly. You just hoped he would pick up on the Morse Code and get everyone out of the building.

“Let’s just talk this out, Joey,” Hotch started, “JJ get everyone out, I want to talk to Joey alone.” JJ furrowed her eyebrows at the man but he gave he a stern look as she understood and began to move the team out.

“No! Bring them back!” Joey yelled, “or she dies.” Spencer looked at JJ as she tried to get him to leave the building, but he refused to move so she quickly called Morgan who grabbed Reid as he struggled against him.

“I can’t leave her!” he told them and Morgan ignored his pleas and called a couple SWAT members to help him with the genius.

“As much as I like her, I’ll do it,” Joey said as he continued to watch the men and women exist the building. “Bring them back!” Joey yelled as his grip on you faltered for a second which you took advantage of as you got out from his grasp and struggled to take the device from his hand.

“Go!” you yelled at Hotch but he jumped in and started to help you as the three of you wrestled and quickly the device was flung across the doorway to another room. You all freezed before you grabbed Hotch’s hand and dragged him towards the back of the building.

The team waited outside for Hotch and you as Reid screamed at Morgan, “you have to let me go back in there!”

“You can’t Kid, you heard Hotch!” Morgan yelled back as the rest of the team cringed at the fight. “I know all of us want to go back in there, but we can’t! You gotta understand that, Kid!”

“No! You don’t understand!” Spencer screamed, “she’s all I have! I didn’t even get to tell her that I love her! That I have been in love with her since that stupid dinner at that Thai restaurant in California!”

“That was two years ago...” JJ mumbled.

“Yeah! Two years! I’ve only been with with her for a couple months now and I haven’t even told her!” Everyone’s hearts pained as they heard Spencer’s cries and saw the liquid that dripped down his cheeks. “I can’t-”

All head turned as the house exploded a safe distance away from them. The orange flames roared as the team had their mouths’ open in shock.

“No,” Rossi and JJ whispered at the same time.

Morgan’s grip on Reid was gone as he watched the flames and turned to Emily who had had disbelief and horror over her face.

Spencer’s mind raced a mile every second and now his mind was completely blank of everything but you. Your face, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your laugh, your touch, your everything. Spencer ran towards the flames as the team yelled after him.

“Spencer,” JJ’s voice breaking as she leaned into Rossi’s embrace.

“Kid. Come on, don’t do this,” Morgan called as Emily just watched in disbelief with a gaping mouth and teary eyes.

Spencer didn’t care about their calls, he needed to find you. He scanned the firery rubble for any sign of you or Hotch, but there wasn’t any. Just ash and fallen wood covered in sweltering heat. “Y/N!” he yelled out, “Y/N! Hotch!” Spence continued to look through the wall of intense heat and for a second he saw a delicate hand reach up through the burning wood. “Y/N,” he whispered to himself as he began to walk through the blazing fire that threatened to burn his body and ruin his lungs.

He moved a piece of wood off of where he saw your hand and saw you and Hotch laying side by side. “Guys!” he screamed at his friends, “help!” The team gave each other confused faces before coming over to Spencer. JJ gasped as she saw your form next to Hotch’s as tears of joy spilled from her faces. Her and Emily joined hands as they worked to get the wood off of you.

“Medic!” Rossi yelled as people began to rush over to help.

Morgan and Reid worked to get a big piece of debris off of the two of you. Hotch’s eyes opened and he immediately looked to his side where you had been, holding his hand tightly. He coughed violently as the medics lifted him up and brought him to the ambulance. You blinked a few times and saw Spencer standing over you.

“Hey, can you hear me?” he asked as you gave him a thumbs up and he laughed at the simple gesture. He brought you up for and embrace as you struggled to keep your eyes open. The medic came over to you and began to carry you away as Spencer and the team followed you and Hotch to the ambulance.

“Can I?” he asked one of the nurses as she nodded and he climbed into the ambulance and held your hand as you drifted off to sleep.

***

When you woke up, blinding lights had been the first thing you saw. The second was Spencer who was asleep in a chair next to your bed, his head resting on the bed and his fingers interlaced with your own. You blinked a few times and saw the rest of the team in the room with you. Hotch was in bed identical to yours, but he was up and had his eye focused on the TV in front of him. By his side was JJ and Morgan as the conversed with each other in hushed voices. Penny was writing in a card with a sparkling pink pen as she handed it off to Rossi who smiled lightly at her. Emily was just outside your room as you saw her talking with a nurse or doctor; rather it looked more like arguing.

Derek glanced over to you briefly as he then turned back to JJ and then back to you. “You’re up,” he said quietly, a contrast to his usual booming voice. Everyone looked to you as you smiled.

“You gave us quite a scare, Y/L/N,” Hotch said as you laughed quietly which then turned into a cough.

“Em! Get a nurse or doctor!” Penny exclaimed as Emily rushed and called a nurse in the hallway. JJ got up from her seat and made her way over to your bed.

She examined your face before hugging you tightly. “God, you can never do that to us again,” she chuckled as you rubbed her back. You felt a few tears fall on your shoulders as JJ pulled away and wiped her cheeks. “He’ll be happy to see you,” she gestured to Spencer.

“Glad to have you back, kiddo,” Rossi told you with a smile, “you need anything?” As soon as he said that a doctor walked into your room and started to go over your condition.

“You are very lucky, Agent Y/L/N” she started, “you have a mild concussion and that wound on your abdomen will take some time to heal over. You received first and second degree burns all over your legs, arms, and torso, just like Agent Hotchner. Your eardrums are very fragile and I recommend no flying for at least 3 weeks. Your face has some minor bruising and cuts that should heal over time.” She set her chart down. “The both of you should be able to leave in a few days time, but for now just relax.”

“Thank you,” you said as she smiled.

“Dinner will be up in a few minutes,” with that she left and Morgan was seen grinning widely.

“What?” you said.

“She didn’t mention one thing.” You furrowed your brows at his words and he started to rub his head which just made you more confused.

“I have a concussion, you’re going to have to actually say it.” He laughed at your words.

“Do you think pretty boy will like the new haircut?” he asked as it finally clicked and you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Oh my, God,” you said as everyone laughed. “Oh my, God!” you repeated as Emily handed you a mirror and as you brought it up to your face your jaw dropped. Your hair was cut in jagged parts, but none shorter than your chin. The team laughed as you continued to gape at your reflection.

“Some of your hair ended up burning off, just a bit,” Emily said as you looked at her with wide eyes. She laughed as you began to laugh too and soon everyone joined in as you all smiled at your stupidly, funny haircut.

Spencer rubbed his eyes as he saw your smiling face and immediately hugged you tightly. “Thank Goodness,” he whispered as he pulled back from the embrace. “Why are we laughing?” he asked as you gestured towards your hair and smiled widely at the tall man.

“Is this gonna be a deal breaker, babe?” his cheeks flushed at the nickname.

He laughed a bit, “no, I still love you,” he said as the team froze at what he said as did he.

“Awh, I love you more, Spence,” you told him without skipping a beat as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Even if you do kinda look like David Bowie,” he said as you opened your mouth and smacked his arm playfully.

“Spencer Reid!”

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New Year Old Trope - Mutual Pining

Two Sides to the Story

AU: Office AU

CW: None that I know of

Date: 1/7/2022

Remus had a problem, and that problem came in soft pastel blues and slight dimples. That problem had tight curled hair and a nameplate. That problem was his boss. Patton Hart had started working at a small bakery when he was just out of high school, but he moved up quickly and now ran a rather successful chain of bakeries that served the most delicious creations. The way to Remus’ heart was through food, but that wasn’t enough for Patton. He also valued his employees, knowing each of them by name, and making sure they were getting the tools and support they needed. Oh how he loved how that man said his name, and Remus knew he was thoroughly screwed.

“Hello Remus, how are you doing today?” Now that was a completely unfair question. Remus prided himself on truth but he knew that wasn’t the intent of questions like that.

“I’m doin’ a-okay, how about you?”

“Livin’ the dream, but you know Remus, if you ever need to talk I’m here for you, and if you need time off work for a bit I’m sure that can be arranged too.”

And this, this was exactly why, because Patton gave a shit. Patton actually cared. When he asked, “How are you?” He was asking it as a question and not as a pleasantry.

“I’m doing okay, just trying to remind myself of why certain ideas are bad decisions.”

“Oh? Do you mind me asking what you mean?”

He shouldn’t say anything, shouldn’t bring it up, but Patton’s brown eyes were full of curiosity and compassion.

“So, there’s this guy I like….”

“Oh?” Did he sound disappointed? No, there was no way he could sound disappointed.

“But he’s way out of my league, and also he’s kinda the top dog for this organization I’m in, and I really like the organization so I don’t want to mess anything up if it goes south, y’know?”

“That’s a tough position to be in.” Did he sound hopeful now? Remus pinched his arm, trying to remind himself to calm the fuck down. “But, love is so important, if you think that you two could belong together you should go for it?”

“Really?”

“I think so, and while happy endings aren’t guaranteed, I think it would be lovely to see you happy.”

“Thanks, um… hey, Patton?”

[Section Break]

Patton loved his company. He loved the people who worked there, the bakeries they built together, and the life he was living. The only thing Patton felt he was missing was someone to share it with. He had never really had time to date while he was building up “On a Roll”, and though he wouldn’t go back and change anything, he was hoping that he was finally in a place to start dating.

Unfortunately, his brain had picked one person and one person only, Remus, one of the workers who did data collection. He was a bit eccentric, his office decorated with artwork that Patton was certain was inappropriate, he just couldn’t figure out why, but he was amazingly fastidious with his work. He tried to take notice of everyone who worked here but Remus had caught his attention hard six months back when one of the reports, by another worker, had been incorrect. He not only found the error but corrected it, saving the company a good amount of money. When Patton asked what he would like as a well-deserved reward, Remus had asked for Patton to look over one of his recipes. It was strange, unorthodox, and not something they could serve in the bakeries. It was, however, something that Patton often made at home and he had chosen to give Remus a bonus as well as a handwritten note stating why the confection couldn’t go in the stores. Patton hoped to see what else Remus would come up with in the future.

As he was doing his rounds, he saw Remus swiveling back and forth in his chair, chewing on the end of his pencil, obviously, something was up.

“Hello Remus, how are you doing today?” He could already tell just by the way Remus was acting that he wasn’t doing good, but he couldn’t just come right out and say that.

“I’m doin’ a-okay, how about you?” That was a lie, he wanted to call Remus out, but again, that wasn’t his place. He was the boss. He needed to be professional.

“Livin' the dream, but you know Remus, if you ever need to talk I’m here for you, and if you need time off work for a bit I’m sure that can be arranged too.” Maybe he could push just a little bit, just enough to tell Remus he was here if need be.

“I’m doing okay, just trying to remind myself of why certain ideas are bad decisions.”

Patton tried to hide his worry, what had Remus gotten himself into? “Oh? Do you mind me asking what you mean?”

“So, there’s this guy I like….”

“Oh?” That was disappointing, heartbreaking almost because Patton really really liked Remus.

Wait?! Could Remus possibly be talking about work? Maybe Patton was just reading into things, but he was at the top of the organization, and he hoped that Remus enjoyed working here. Though, he wouldn’t say he was out of the man’s league. “That’s a tough position to be in. But, love is so important, if you think that you two could belong together you should go for it?”

If it was him, he would immediately say yes, there would be no hesitation, they could figure things out as they went, but Patton wanted Remus by his side.

“Really?”

“I think so, and while happy endings aren’t guaranteed, I think it would be lovely to see you happy.” Because even if Patton wasn’t the person that Remus liked, he did want to see him happy.

“Thanks, um… hey, Patton?”

“Yeah,”

“What about us?”

“What?” His voice was soft and quiet, far too excited, he needed to calm down.

“Would it be okay, if it were us?”

“Yes!” Patton choked out, blushing lightly, “I would enjoy that a lot.” He straightened his shoulder, giving Remus a soft smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah, maybe I can take you out to dinner later?”

He watched as Remus nodded excitedly.

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