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ham1lton · 24 days

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TEN THINGS F1 DRIVER Y/N L/N CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT — GQ.

— part of my maneater series ꕤ

Y/N (throwing her hat in the air with one hand and catching it in the other without looking): see? told you i could do it! not my only party trick.

Y/N: hi gq! i’m y/n l/n, formula one driver and i’m here to show you my ten essentials.

NUMBER ONE: IPAD

Y/N: first, has to be my ipad. this was my first big purchase and seeing my bank account being drained of that money almost caused a heart attack. but this bad boy helps me to organise my life, stops me from being bored on flights, keeps me in contact with my family and lets me write my notes. so yeah, thanks apple. also you guys should sponsor me.

NUMBER TWO: NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES

Y/N: i never used to travel a lot. when i was younger, my family couldn’t afford it so flying around a lot was a big shock to my system. obviously as in f1, drivers are required to fly to different races and it means i had to get over my fear of flying. these help a lot with that. these plus a spotify playlist made by my angsty teenage self will make me forget about the fact i’m flying. these are my favourite ones, i have multiple pairs just in case.

NUMBER TWO AND A HALF: MUSIC.

Y/N: i guess this sort of goes off the second one? but music. i keep trying to bribe the engineers to build a blue tooth radio in the car but to no avail. spotify has been my biggest supporter all of these years. i know i’m sponsored by them now but i have been using my account for almost seven years now? so my algorithm is perfection. it truly has helped me so much. i listen to music on the way to races, on the way back from races, in my house, outside my house, cleaning, cooking and even when i’m in the shower. yes, i’m a shower singer. once i get in there, i’m beyoncé!

OFF SCREEN VOICE: what was the last song you listened to?

Y/N: one second, let me see. it was the twilight soundtrack in particular decode by paramore. told you i was an angsty teen!

NUMBER THREE: EMERGENCY BAG

Y/N: okay this sounds bad, it’s not as much an emergency bag as in like medical supplies but more so like extra toothbrush, toothpaste, menstrual products, lotion and other stuff like that. i always carry this with me anywhere in case my suitcase goes missing. it has helped me and my friends out so many times so it’s definitely an essential for me.

NUMBER FOUR: HER CAMERAS.

Y/N: i picked up photography relatively recently and this was the starter camera that the guy in the shop recommended. so this is that camera. for this one, i vlog, which you guys might have seen and this is the camera i use for those videos. i actually don’t record my videos, one of my friends or family or colleagues or whoever will film and i will be in front of the camera. it’s my favourite part when i ask the camera person to reveal themselves and they do their own little introduction. i obviously provide the camera for it. which is this beauty right here.

OFF SCREEN VOICE: who has been your favourite person to film you?

Y/N: i have had a lot of people film me. my most recent being rihanna for my recent holiday vlog! so many people to the point that i genuinely don’t think i could choose a favourite. i mean, i’ve had my sister do it a lot so i guess i can choose her. she knows my angles best!

NUMBER FIVE: LIPGLOSS

Y/N: when i won my first championship and i kissed the camera, the amount of calls from makeup companies my manager received was actually obscene. i think i got so many comments on social media asking what makeup i use and how it stays on throughout the race! to be honest, i don’t always wear makeup but in the original video, i was wearing this fenty gloss. it’s in the shade fu$$y. so, yeah, at least no one can call me a gatekeeper! i always keep it on me. i feel a little more ready to face the world with lipgloss. now, i have my own fenty collection! so check that out.

NUMBER SIX: HER LUCKY SHOES.

Y/N: okay i know i say i’m not necessarily a superstitious person but these shoes have been with me from f3 until now. every race i’ve worn these, i’ve won. so i like having them around. i think they bring luck. i can’t wear them any longer as they’ve worn through the soles now. really annoying but we power through.

NUMBER SEVEN: WINGSTOP BLACK CARD

Y/N: i was really craving wingstop one night. so me and my sister were in london? i think and i vlogged our hunt for wingstop and they reached out to me to give me a black card. i know, isn’t it gorgeous? i was so happy. too bad i have to cut down on what i eat thanks to my nutritionist, but my siblings and friends love this thing.

NUMBER EIGHT: SKINCARE ROUTINE

Y/N: okay, so i’m trying to get more consistent with my skincare but it’s not necessarily working the way i want it to. however, i still stick to the basics. sunscreen, cleanser and moisturiser. i really like keeping my skincare on check as there is this unsaid rule that women have to wear makeup in their jobs and if i keep my skin looking good then i can skirt that rule. i love this cream in particular, it’s moisturising but very light on the skin. best of both worlds.

NUMBER NINE: NECKLACE

Y/N: this was given to me as a gift from my family when i turned eighteen. it was a necklace that i’d had my eye on for a very, very long time. they saved up for so long to buy it for me and it’s become my signature piece. i wear it around my neck constantly. it’s weird having it off my neck to show you.

(she fastens it around her neck quickly)

Y/N: now i feel normal again.

NUMBER TEN: MY PADDOCK PASS

Y/N: i am so bad with keeping my paddock pass on me. for people who don’t know what this is, this allows me access to the garage and things like that. i usually keep it around my neck because if its in my pocket or my bag i’ll forget. my assistant sometimes carries mine. i’m not going to show you my picture because it’s awful. i had woke up really early after no sleep and one of the staff had made me take the picture. now i am forced to wear this monstrosity at work. i keep it hidden as much as i can. last time, lando saw it and laughed so hard he cried so yeah.

author’s note: this was hard as i wanted to keep it as vague as possible so that you can relate it to your own maneater! i’m still taking questions/asks/requests so please send some in!

#jayde’s works ☆#maneater ꕤ #formula one x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #f1 texts #formula one smau #formula 1 #formula one

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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hello! for the ig imagine, can i request charles with a medical student reader? maybe she's in her final year before residency and even though charles has no clue about medic he still tries to help her with studying. thank you!

patient 🩺

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!medstudent!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: whew being a pre med student ngl this fueled my delusions a lil (jk) anyway i hope u like this, anon 🤍 thank you so much for requesting! i also tried to stick with ig posts since its been so long since i did one thats mostly ig posts hehe

about: supportive charles and his future doctor of a girlfriend!

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yourusername officially on my last hospital duty before graduation! can't believe i have spent 4 tiring yet meaningful years of medical school, still feels unreal. couldn't have done it without the love and support of the people i hold dear to me 🤍

charles_leclerc So proud of you, amoùr 😘 Je n'ai jamais douté de toi. I never doubted you

yourusername thanks for being my first patient, baby <3

pascale_leclerc Congratulations, dear! We miss you!

carlossainz55 The group finally has a doctor! That means unlimited recklessness 😎

pierregasly Remember how we always wanted to try riding a bike on the roof

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yourusername a seperate appreciation post for the love of my life — who's witnessed all my lowest lows and highest highs. despite his own busy schedule, he still managed to fetch me from uni/hospital, prepare breakfast for me, and even help me study.

i guess i owe you a ton for all the cancelled dates and postponed plans, charles_leclerc? 💋

ps. the second picture is charles asleep on my shoulder after he helped me study three subjects for a major exam that went on for HOURS. i think i underestimated just how much he loves me :)

carlosluvr GOD i need me a charles right now its bad enough my pre med is killing me

hamiltonmerc Charles out here setting standards ridiculously high there really is just one of him huh 🤨

charles_leclerc Would do anything for you and you know that ❤️ (Honestly got to a point where I memorized some of what you were studying)

carlossainz55 Woah there Mr. Doctor?

charles_leclerc I think I can give you an injection now, mate 😄

carlossainz55 No thanks I still love my life

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charles_leclerc So incredibly lucky to be with someone as intelligent and hardworking as you. I promise to be with you every step of the way in full support and ready to shower you with love ❤️

Kinda afraid of needles but if you need to practice, I'm always available. Wake me up when you need someone to quiz you or make you coffee. I love you even when you're frustrated when you're practicing your sutures.

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charlossf23 You're telling me Y/N has Charles and all I got from medical school was anxiety

yourusername still need you when i study for the boards

charles_leclerc Working on the flashcards already, chèrie 😘

supermaxmax THE FLASHCARDS ARE SO REAL

pierregasly Carlos and I are on the roof tell Y/N to bring her medical supplies

yourusername please get down from there

charles_leclerc added to his instagram story!

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: god pre med is hard wish i had someone like charles 😔 i hope you liked this, anon! thank you so much for reading 🤍

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paper-mario-wiki · 9 months

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hey, can I ask you for some advice? sorry if this is uncalled for or you just can't answer this, I understand if so

how did you work up the courage to actually get to HRT so fast? I've found out I was a trans woman around when I was 15 and im about to have my 23rd birthday, and due to my financial/working/academic/housing (I live w my fairly conservative parents) situation it does not look like it's in the cards for me any time soon. but also I feel like I should just try to find a way and try to start out ASAP, for the sake of my own happiness. but also im afraid of whatll happen if things go Topsy turvy and I need housing from a family that thinks I'm a freak. how did you do it? again, apologies if this ask feels unwarranted or to big to ask to "Funny lady play tf2 dot blog", but I'm fine if this doesn't see an answer

First of all, I don't have insurance, so keep in mind that I did it out of pocket (note: I am broke).

I used Zocdoc (America only, sorry) to find a hormone therapy consultation, went to that appointment, and they referred me to an endocrinologist. After I got some blood tests done, I got prescribed a 30 day supply of sublingual Estradiol for about $16, again, without insurance. Now, this is of course in Biden's Seattle so it might not be as easy where you are. But at least for me, the process from booking the first appointment, all the way to taking the first pill was about half a month, because I got lucky finding a doctor. During covid, according to my endocrinologist, there was a HUGE explosion of people wanting to medically transition, so a very common thing I've heard is that a lot of doctors are booked out for months. I was lucky enough to get this appointment on Sep 1st, because the next person available in my area wouldnt have gotten me in until November.

Critically, here's my main piece of advice: You can't start until you take the first real action towards accomplishing it outside of your head. You can think, and plan, and crystalize how great it would be if it happened, but you have to actually make the first step and google "HRT doctors in my area", and schedule an appointment. To do it, you must first do it. This goes for many things in life. Simply starting the processes instead of keeping them in my head had me accomplishing many things I never thought I actually would, like starting HRT, going to university in Japan, and moving to Seattle.

Many people like me, including maybe you, are really good at getting in your own head and thinking of every possible way something could go wrong, or could be denied to you. And you get so tied up in the reasoning that you forget about the Doing. To the best of your ability, try to stop thinking, and just start doing. Anything. Choose to do something that you have wanted to for a while. Just one thing. Doesn't have to be buying a plane ticket to France, or confessing a huge secret, maybe start with that thought you had the other day of "ya know I bet pottery on those big goofy wheels is fun" and google 'pottery wheels near me' and see where it takes you. It's easier than you'd think to try. And who knows, at the end of this process maybe you'll have a beautiful vase. Or, even better, a vase with a personality, flaws, and a new hobby that you're excited to get better at.

#anon

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cringe-but-proud · 5 months

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Would you do a 1610 miles morales request where he and the reader became close at visions and she figures out he’s Spider-Man so he tends to go to hers when needing comfort/help so one night after patching him up, they end up sharing a bed cause he’s too hurt to go home and they’re both flustered and cute cause they clearly like each other?

Yurrrrrr

Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of pain/injury, reader and miles share a bed (NOTHING SPICY 😑)

A/n: First non-second person POV fic on here. As always, my requests are open 🥳

Tonight had been pretty rough for Miles. He had gotten in a pretty bad fight with some guys that were trying to rob a jewelry store. He had stopped them, which was good, but his entire body felt sore.

So, like always, he made his way over to her apartment.

This had become a sort of regular thing for him to do. His best friend, Y/n, was one of the only people who knew about his secret identity, and so, he went to her whenever he was in need of some quick first aid.

Miles swung over to the familiar apartment building and knocked on her bedroom window.

After a short moment, Y/n opened the window for him. She scanned his disheveled state while helping him climb through the window. "Wow, you look like shit." She commented.

"Thanks. Good to see you too." Miles replied as he pulled his mask off and let it fall to the ground.

She laid a towel on her bed before he sat down (Y/n was very serious about Miles not getting blood on her sheets) and grabbed the first aid kit that she kept in her room.

"Rough night?" She asked as she got out some of the medical supplies she'd be using.

"Yeah. I'm alright though."

She began disinfecting the wound and a comfortable silence fell over them. Miles always liked coming over to her place. Even though he was almost always injured or hurt when he came over. He liked how cozy her room was, he liked that she always had music playing, and he liked that she was always too focused on patching him up to notice him staring at her.

After about 30 minutes of tending to his wounds, she finished with a relieved sigh. "You're lucky I like you, dude. If anyone else asked me to do something like this I'd tell them to never talk to me again."

Miles chuckled and looked down at the floor. "Uh... Thanks?" He tried standing up, but winced.

"You alright?" Y/n asked, looking back at Miles as she put away the first aid kit.

"Yeah... Just a little sore." He said as he sat back down on her bed.

"You gonna be able to make it back home?'

Miles thought about it for a moment. He didn't think he had the strength to swing or even walk home right now. "Uh..."

"If you need to you can stay the night." She tells him

"Really?"

"Of course, man." She smiled softly. "It's not a big deal."

To Miles it was a big deal. Staying over at his crush's house? Huge deal.

But, he had to play it cool.

"Uh... Yeah, alright." He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing.

Y/n had given him some of her oversized clothes for him to sleep in.

There was a brief argument over the sleeping situation (Miles didn't want to kick Y/n out of her own room, but Y/n wasn't gonna make an injured Miles sleep on the couch) they decided to just share the bed.

No big deal. Two friends sharing a bed. Totally normal. No big deal.

Miles settled into her bed, back turned to her as he stared at the wall.

The two of you exchanged a brief 'good night' and then it was silent.

Miles was wide awake. The position he was laying in was uncomfortable, but he didn't dare move. The minutes passed by like hours and he wanted to look at the time, but he couldn't wake her up.

Little did he know, Y/n was feeling the exact same way. Wide awake, unable to move, and unable to speak.

Somehow, against all odds, after what was probably at least 2 hours of still, dead silence, they both managed to fall asleep.

If they thought falling asleep next to each other was awkward, then the dilemma of waking up cuddling each other was going to be absolutely unbearable.

#x reader #fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #miles morales x reader #spiderman x reader

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fakegingerrights · 1 year

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Shades of Blue

[Rex x Fem!Medic!reader. Soulmate AU, multiple kinds but Rex's happens to be colorblindness until your soulmate touches you. Warnings: Violence, Injury and Gore, Nonsexual Partial nudity, Angst. Inspired by @mandos-mind-trick series.]

Soulmates weren't rare by any means. In fact, Rex would even go as far as to say that it was more rare not to have a soulmate than to have one.

The numbers were a little different when it came to clones. Many didn't live long enough to meet a member of another species, let alone form a relationship with them.

Rex wasn't so lucky.

He had adapted well to his colorblindness, his batchmates covered for him until he learned to tell the subtle differences between shades of grey. He learned that the red wires in a droid popper were always the thicker wires, he learned that the stun power packs and the regular power packs for the training blasters were different weights.

After Kamino, he learned even more. Blue paint smelled slightly different than red. Poisonous plants usually had some sort of easily recognizable pattern, but always be careful with what you touch.

Joining the 501st was a bit of a culture shock. General Skywalker took a liking to him immediately and decided he didn't want another clone to be in charge, promoting him to Captain. Kamino had forbade he become a commander, despite the command training. The blond hair and the fact that he had a soulmate kept him from advancing, he would have stayed a trooper if it weren't for Skywalker.

He was sure he'd die a newly promoted captain when Skywalker found out about his soulmate. Skywalker just grinned.

"I remember waiting for my own colors, not that there was much to see on Tatooine." Was all he said, patting Rex on the shoulder and walking away, leaving Rex dumbfounded in his wake.

"Sir?" His voice was slightly more strangled than he would have liked, calling after Skywalker. Skywalker laughed, but disappeared around a corner.

Rex waited in fear for the demotion, the notice he was sent back to Kamino, anything to do with his defect. Instead, he found battle maps more clearly labeled, he found medical supplies color coded yes but with shapes to go with the colors now. Rex found the paint cans labeled with careful Aurabesh, in Skywalker's messy handwriting, each individual color and what they were used for. The reds and golds for the jedi starfighters. The blues of the battalion.

That was how Rex learned his armor was blue. He asked Skywalker about it, in the long missions in orbit or the days spent in hyperspace.

"What's Blue, general?" He asked, looking at the newly done Jaig eyes on his helmet. "That's our armor, right? Blue accents?"

"Yep." Skywalker was currently elbow deep in his starfighter, something he insisted was 'relaxing' but had Rex on standby in case he got stuck or something. "Blue, huh? Blue is... Blue is Family." Skywalker settled on eventually. "That's the color of Mine and Obi-Wan's lightsabers, and all of your brothers have blue armor, and you were trained by Alpha 17, who had blue armor too." The jedi grunted as he untangled a ball of wire from the engine.

"Family? I thought Red was what people used for family..." He traced the fresh cut talleys into the paint on his vambrace. One for every tactical droid they took out planetside.

"Red? Eh, I guess you could... Red is blood. Adrenaline. Fire is red. Passion. Dooku and the other sith have Red sabers. You're mandalorian, right? Or... kinda, Half mando?" Skywalker yanked a piece of frayed wire out of the messy ball.

"I... I speak the language, and know the culture intimately, but I have no clan to call my own." Rex supplied. "Red, on armor at least, is for honoring a parent or a family member."

"Yeah, I can see that... But blue is more alive than red. I don't know how to explain it. It's the color of most unpolluted skies. It's the color of water, and that's a rarity for so many people. Kamino is mostly blues and greys and blacks. On Tatooine, we fought for the color blue. Water was so precious in the desert. When I met my soulmate, she was wearing blue." Skywalker gets a goofy grin on his face.

"You kept your soulmate bond, sir?" Rex asked. Skywalker sat up out of the belly of the fighter.

"I did. We agreed it would be more beneficial to both parties to keep it. Pass me that wrench, would you?"

And that was the end of that conversation.

The next time Rex thought about his soulmate, he was meeting the natborn medic assigned to Torrent company to help take the load off of Kix and Coric so they could 'spend more time actually doing their job of fighting rather than running around trying to keep everyone else alive.'

Rex really disliked natborns sometimes. He was fully prepared to dislike you too. That is, until he actually met you.

"Captain Rex, right?" You asked, holding out a gloved hand to shake his as he gave you a once over, appreciating the light armor you were wearing and the utility belt full of equipment. Rex smiled as you gave your name.

"Glad to have you, Doc. You've already met Coric and his junior officer Kix?" Rex asked. You nodded.

"I'm all settled in and ready to go too, wherever you need me, Sir." You saluted sharply at him. "I'm really impressed with the organization levels here. Everything is labeled so neatly I forget I can't see the colors yet." Kix coughed awkwardly as he interjected himself into the conversation.

"As hard as Kaminoans tried, they couldn't find a way to remove soul-bonds from us clones. Not all of us have one, and like anyone else we have different ones, but a few of us are color-bound to our mate. Coric is one of them, and he doesn't let it slow him down at all. Neither does the captain here." Kix clarifies. Rex gave him a look. "What? She's not gonna tell anyone. Right?"

You paled, waving your hands for emphasis. "No! I would never want to get anyone in trouble. If... what's the word you use for us? If natborn officers can have them you should too. My lips are sealed, promise." You met each of their eyes and they both relaxed an almost imperceptible amount.

Rex gave you a slight smile. "Let's get you acquainted with the other men, shall we? You're assigned to my company and trust me, you're gonna have a heck of a time getting us in to the medbay."

You gave him a cheshire grin. "Is that a challenge, Captain?"

~~~

You got to work quickly, as the men prepped and drilled for planetside deployment to Christophsis, you were right there, training your body to hold more supplies, to get to wounded faster. Every extra second shaved off your mile run was a life saved, you told yourself. Every time you got out of a sim to see a faster time, you smiled.

Even Kix was impressed.

"You're working yourself to the bone, Doc. You're already here, what are you trying to prove?" He asks, handing you a water bottle as you finish a set in the weight room.

"Prove? I'm working side by side with genetic perfection. And somebody's gotta make sure y'all don't go and get yourself killed." You took the bottle and sipped at it slowly, sitting up. Kix just shrugged and continued to spot you while you worked.

After Christophsis, and later Teth, he said nothing more about it. His cheerful, joking manner was replaced by quiet competency and a determination to see as many brothers as he could to the end of the war.

You sat with him when Coric caught a blaster bolt in the neck, and there was nothing either of you could do. With a choking softness in his voice, he looked at you.

"How? How is he dead?" The words brought a fresh wave of pain.

"Internal decapitation. The bolt went right through his spinal column. He was dead before he hit the ground." You intoned into the heavy silence. Kix shook his head and sat back from where the two of you had been sitting side by side on the empty surgery table, already scrubbed of blood from the day's activities and ready to be packed up when Torrent was dispatched back to the Resolute tomorrow morning.

You frowned, confused, as Kix stripped off the upper part of his blacks and turned so you could see his back. You had seen him shirtless before, in passing glances. You knew about the soulmark scrawled between his shoulderblades, the words in beautiful cursive and splashed with several different hues from what you could tell. You had never bothered to look at the words, but you did now.

Kix, as in Coric's little brother Kix?

Your heart broke a little. "Kix... Kix look at me." You reached up and pressed a hand to either side of his face. Misty eyes, tired and lost and so utterly broken, stared up at you. "We have soulmate bonds for a reason, ok? You can't break the bond until you've met the person." You pulled him into a hug, letting him hide his face in your neck as he struggled to come to terms with his grief of losing a brother. "You'll meet them one day, Kix. I know it. It'll be alright. Coric met his soulmate a few months ago, do we have anything to give to her?"

Kix let himself have a few more moments of just being in the presence of another person who cared. Who understood.

"He had a necklace she had given him... and his gauntlets. I have both. Do you want to come with Rex and I when we give them to her?" Kix asked softly. You nodded, a pit forming in your stomach at the idea of the next shore leave. You and Coric were close, and had met his soulmate a handful of times last time you were on Coruscant.

"Yeah. Let me go grab some stuff, ok? Then we need to head to bed." You got up to leave the room right as a knock sounded on the door.

"Doc, Kix, you in there?" Rex's voice came from the hall as Kix hurriedly tugged on his shirt again.

"Yeah, we're here." You called as he stepped in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt I need casualty counts from the wounded after battle." The captain rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Oh. I have those." Kix left the room in a hurry, and as you caught a glimpse of his back, adorned with the republic symbol and making it very obvious the top of his blacks were on backwards. Rex may have been colorblind but he was stupid observant when he needed to be.

He often needed to be in a warzone.

"Doc." Rex nodded at you in greeting after Kix had left.

"Captain. Been a helluva day, hasn't it." You sit down again on the floor, leaning your head against the wall behind you. "We lost Coric. He met his soulmate not to long ago. We're looking for his personal stuff to give back to her."

Rex sighed softly. A ache all of them felt for their brother's soulmate but few brothers lived long enough to know first hand.

"What about you and Kix?" Rex asked, taking a seat next to you. His plastoid plates click as he settles himself on the ground. "Has your world-" He made a gesture to his eyes with his hands. You laughed bitterly.

"Me and Kix? That would make things a lot simpler wouldn't it. No. I... It's his story to share. His soulmate apparently knew Coric by name." Rex took a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah that would make sense. I'm sorry I assumed." He shrugged a little in his armor.

You sighed. "You?" You asked, looking at him. Rex ran a gloved hand over his pale hair.

"No. I... No. It's not I go around grabbing people anyways." He laughed humorlessly.

"Maybe we'll get lucky one day, you and I." You said softly. "Find our person. The Maker... Force... Universe, whatever, wouldn't give us another half unless we'd meet them." You looked at him, tracing the monotone contours of his armor.

"Yeah? What if we end up like poor Coric?" Rex sighed. "You... you get it. Even for a natborn, you eat with us, sleep with us, you know us. We're... not made for long term use. I don't want to leave anyone behind."

You hummed, not really saying anything. The two of you sat in silence for a long moment before Rex hauled himself to his feet, offering you a hand. You clasped his hand, latex glove on the blacks that covered his palm.

"We're gonna need rest for tomorrow. It'll be an exhausting day."

You couldn't agree more.

~~~

You cradled Coric's helmet as Rex knocked on the door of Coric's girlfriend's door. You recognized her instantly when she opened it, a dark skinned twi'lek with pale tattoos.

"Uh.. Good evening, Sirs?" She asked, a tremble in her voice. You took your cue to step forward, presenting Coric's helmet.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am. There was nothing we could do."

Her face crumpled as she took the helmet. "I... I know. I felt it." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. Kix stepped forward too, placing a hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his touch.

"I'm so sorry Ma'am, I have his necklace and vambraces here for you too." Her head whipped up to look at Kix, tearstained and wide eyed. Rex nudged him.

"Kix..."

The Twi'lek shook her head, dropping Coric's helmet with a clatter. "Kix... as in Coric's little brother Kix?" She asked, barely waiting for Kix's stunned nod before she pulled him into a hug.

"I'm sorry about your brother." She whispered, and Kix just shook his head, a bitter laugh bubbling out of his throat.

"I'm sorry about your soulmate."

You put a hand on Rex's shoulder opposite of his pauldron. "C'mon, Captain, let me buy you a drink while they adjust to each other's presence." You murmured low enough for him to hear. Rex glanced back at the two, Kix now also in tears and not letting go of the poor girl, who was sobbing into his chestplate.

The two of you walked in thick silence, the 79's a few blocks down from Kix's soulmate's apartment. Rex stopped short at the entrance of the bar.

"I... I'm usually not one for clubbing. Too many people." He hedged. You gave him a reassuring smile.

"We'll just grab a seat in the back then?" You propose. Rex still looked hesitant, but nodded after a moment. You insisted on buying drinks since Rex hated spending his small stipend on something like alcohol. As you two waited, him watching the crowd and you sneaking glances at him.

He was beautiful, in the black and white shades that made up your reality. All the clones were, but he stood out to you. You flushed slightly as he caught you staring.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked. You laughed and shook your head.

"I... you're gonna laugh." You said, looking at the table and tracing the grain with a finger tip.

"Did I do something stupid?" Rex asked, giving you a wry look. You snorted.

"No, no you haven't. You not the kind to make stupidity a habit. I was wondering what color your hair was." You blurted out. Rex groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I'm still the same stock as Fives, gotta make sure he's not rubbing off." He took a sip of his spotchka, mouth twisting slightly until the tang settled into a pleasant burn in his throat. "My hair is blond, according to Skywalker. A yellowish color. Everyone else's' is black or dark brown."

You took a drink yourself, coughing at the taste. "Ok, that is awful." Rex snorted.

"That's the point. Don't worry, I'll getcha back to the barracks." He promised, a fond smile flitting across his face.

"Going soft on me, Captain?" You asked.

"For you? The entire GAR is soft. You could probably get Fox to take a nap by batting your eyes." Rex chuckled. You swatted at his arm, hand bouncing off his armor.

"Hush. If rumors about you are true I'll be hauling you to the barracks rather than the other way around, lightweight."

Rex just took another drink to spite you.

~~~

The last place for healing that you would expect to take place is on the Battlefield, but here you are ducking and covering between the rounds of rocket mortars.

Explosions shook the ground, and everything hazed out around the edges as you in grey smoke and black soot. Dark blood stained your body and none of it was yours. You heard the shout Kix gave when it happened, but he was too busy to react.

"The Captain's down!" The roar went up among the men and you weren't one to hesitate, springing into action to cross the four hundred meters between you and the Captain. Rex was holding his side and gasping, frighteningly still. Blood, dark and thick as oil spilled from the gash on the left side of his chest in spurts.

You instantly were yelling orders, trying to get a perimeter set up around the two of you as you pried the captain's helmet off so he wasn't gasping through his respirator.

His breathing was ragged, his lips chapped and cracked, eyes hazy as your gloved hand brushed dust off his face.

"Stay with me, Rex. You're not allowed to die on me yet." You yelled above the din so he could hear. He gave you the barest hint of a nod, if not the the intensity in his eyes you would have thought it a spasm.

You pried his chestplate off, plackart coming with it as you inspected the damage. You couldn't tell if the piece of debris that had done this had punctured more than a lung, you felt up under his jaw for a pulse but there wasn't one you could surely feel with your gloves.

You yanked one off with your teeth, jamming it under his chin as you tried to get a read of what was going on with his heart.

Rex gasped under you, eyes going out of focus as you gritted your teeth and counted the beats to make sure he wasn't in danger of a puncture in his heart.

You kept pressure on the wound, wincing as his broken ribs creaked under your hands, red seeping out-

Oh.

Oh Kriff.

You laughed slightly hysterically as you gave him a stim to help with the bleeding and pain, spraying bacta over the wound. "You seeing this, Captain?" You asked. Rex's blood was vibrant across your hands, sending a painful twist through your stomach. The stripes, the blue stripes, in his armor was almost completely covered by golden-brown dirt and red blood and black soot. Even the greys and blacks looked more life-like, vibrant and real.

Rex's eyes held a dreamlike haze to them as an explosion, brilliant gold, flashed over head. He was drifting slightly in and out of consciousness as you worked, eyes wandering in silent wonder at this new reality. Red blood. Dusty armor. Gold fire. And high high above this messy battle was blue sky.

Blue.

It was the color of your armor, strong steady hands bandaging the wound and keeping pressure.

It was the color of his own shattered plating.

It was the color of the sky. Freedom

Rex could see now why Skywalker called blue Family. The two felt remarkably similar.

"ey-.... Hey!" You patted his cheek until his eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on you. He didn't remember closing them. "Hang on, Rex. Medevac is coming, we're getting you out of here and pulling a tactical retreat." You yelled, brushing some dust off his face. His eyes followed your blurry form, suddenly snapping into focus. You gave him a lopsided smile.

"There you are. Hang on, Cyare." The clone word of endearment fell from your lips so naturally. "You aren't leaving anybody behind yet." Rex tried to talk, his breath coming out in a raspy gasp. You shook your head. "Save your breath. Ok."

Rex managed a nod, fumbling with his right hand to grasp your arm, squeezing twice. You nod.

"I'll be there when you wake up, Captain. Promise." There was a roar above your heads and a LAAT/i dropped down right in front of you two, and you lunged to get a gurney prepped as blasterfire splashed around you. A clone Rex didn't recognize lifted him, careful not to disturb the bactapatching on his side.

He listened with half a mind to your chattering as your bare hand brushed his head, fingers playing over his gold, you told him, hair. Rex fought to keep his eyes open, trying to obey and stay awake until he felt the shift in his stomach that meant artificial gravity had kicked in and they were on the Resolute once more.

"Ok, Rex. You can sleep now. You're in the clear now." Your soft voice finally said, and he went out like a candle in the wind.

~~~

You paced the medbay, forcing yourself not to spend too much time gawking at the vibrancy of everything. You could do that properly when Rex was awake. Currently, Kix was taking him out of a bacta tank and he was set to wake up in a few minutes but those few minutes felt like hours.

Your head snapped around as Kix stepped out, fond exasperation written across his face.

“He’s been asking for you since I took the tube out of his throat.” Kix stepped aside and let you into the small room, then shut the door to give you some privacy.

Rex was watching the heart monitor in it’s different colors with rapt fascination until you made your presence known, leaning against the rails of his gurney.

“Hey.” You murmured, looking him over and deciding he looked much better when he wasn’t covered in blood and dirt. Deep bronze skin, amber-gold eyes and white-gold hair made for a stunning figure. “We… certainly danced around this for a while.”

He laughed, a hoarse, grating sound that still made you smile. His left hand fumbled a bit until you slipped yours in it. His thumb slipped back and forth across your knuckles.

“I had hoped.” Rex whispered. “Stupid armor.”

You laughed, swatting at his shoulder gently. “Your armor keeps you alive. So what if it caused a little delay. We’re together now.” You said the last phrase with some trepidation. Rex nodded instantly.

“We weren’t made to be apart, Mesh’la.” You squeezed his hand tightly at his words.

“Rex? I’m scared.” You whispered. Rex struggled to push himself up into a more proper sitting position, recently severed and healed muscles protesting. He waved away your concern and lowered the rail on the bed.

“Me too. I don’t want to give this up though.” He murmured. "How are we going to do this?" Rex looked at you and for a second you were lost in his eyes, admiring every little fractal of color.

"Like anything with uncertain terrain, one day at a time, Captain." You murmured.

"Rex." He corrected you. "Call me Rex. I want to be more than just a title to you."

You lifted your clasped hands and pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles. "You've always been more than that." Rex looked at you like you had hung the hyperspace lanes just for him. "Rex, you're my other half. We'll be fine together."

"Promise?" He whispered, seeming to tire and letting himself slide against the pillows. You squeezed his hand tight.

"I promise. Go to sleep, Rex." You stood up, to leave him in peace but he caught your hand.

"Stay, Mesh'la." And you couldn't say no. You let go of his hand and had him scoot over, making sure you stayed on his uninjured side as you curled up next to him on the bunk, resting your head on his chest and listening to his slow, steady heartbeat. A heart that you had fought to keep beating. The medical bunks weren't made for two but you two made it work, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Rex bent his head, and a feather light kiss brushed the top of yours. You didn't respond, but didn't pull away either. His exhausted body quickly succumbed to sleep. You weren't far behind. Two halves of a whole.

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Ok- I have a request for a small RE fic. It’s been burning a hole in my brain: something where Leon comes back from a mission or something with some serious injuries and the reader (who maybe has some kind of medical background or smth??) has to like- convince him to let them take care of him.

Idk I’m honestly not super picky I just think it would such an interesting idea for like- angst but also comfort yk? Literally go wild

OMGGGG thank you soooo much for this Resident Evil request!! i lovedddd writing it!! i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mild language and depiction of wounds.

Angst/comfort

1.3k words

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𝔹𝕀𝕋𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋

You were called into work on your day off. of course you were. USSTRATCOM wasn’t good at respecting time off or vacation, always pulling people into a big mess that takes weeks to clear up.

It was late, roughly one in the morning when you got the call from Hunnigan, her worried voice over the phone begging you—almost commanding you to come in. Her words were so panicked, so fast you barely had time to make out the words “Leon” and “injured” but that was enough for you to realize why you needed to come in.

The drive to HQ felt longer than usual, maybe it was the fact your sleep was interrupted, or maybe it was the context, the fear. The building was almost completely empty when you got there, save for a few people finishing up reports and agents being sent out on other missions.

“There you are! come on, he’s in the infirmary,” Hunnigan instructed.

You were one of the few medics that had the skill level to treat whatever injuries he had and one of the only ones who was easily available and not out on their own missions. Hunnigan nodded towards the closed door, saying a few final words about what to expect and then walking away.

With a deep sigh you readied yourself. It was never easy dealing with injuries, and the way Hunnigan made it sound these had to be some pretty serious ones.

The light in the room was bright and harsh with multiple cabinets and drawers filled with medical equipment. Leon was on the bed, a grimace on his face and his eyes squeezed shut.

His honey blonde hair was messy and beads of sweat still hadn’t dried on his face. As you approached him you analyzed the injuries you could see. Scratches and cuts littered his face, a gash in his right arm and thick red blood seeped through his shirt.

“Leon what the hell happened!?” You urged as you got closer to him.

“The hell do you think?” His voice was dry and strained, one of his blue eyes opening to peer at your worry stricken face. “It’s alright.”

Your jaw tightened as you reached over for some cleaning supplies, “I think you pushed yourself too hard and did something stupid. and now you’re suffering the consequences. So no, It’s not alright.”

“Yeah well what am I supposed to do? Civilians needed help. I couldn't just leave them there.”

You dabbed a cloth with ointment around the slash on his arm, he hissed in pain. Sometimes you hated how righteous he was, how unwilling to give up he was. But it was something you’d always admired of him anyway. “Listen to me, I know you like to help people, Leon but you need to be more careful. The spain incident and Los Illuminados should’ve been a wake up call that you aren’t invincible.” You hoped that despite your lecturing him, he could understand it was out of concern

He only scoffed, “I know that.” And then he went back to being silent.

You gave him a look before taking out a roll of bandages. “You’re lucky this wasn’t too deep. what caused this?”

“A knife,” he said, rolling his head over to study your movements, eyes fixated on the way your hands carefully wrapped up his bicep in medical gauze.

You shook your head and gently grabbed the hem of his shirt. “I need you to try and sit up, I need this off so I can check the wound.”

He muttered a few incoherent grumbles of disapproval but ultimately subjected to your care. He heaved a deep groan as he sat up with your help. You slowly peeled off the shirt from around his frame and grimaced at the sight of a deep wound, either a stab or bullet entry on the side of his torso. Based on the diameters it looked as though a knife was pushed in and twisted before ripping out.

“Goddammit leon..” you muttered, immediately grabbing another cloth to clean around the wound. “You'll need stitches and I don't have access to anesthesia or lidocaine. so it looks like you’ll be biting down on a belt or something.” It was your attempt at a joke to help ease the tension.

He rolled his eyes, lips pulled into a thin line. He looked so exhausted, dark bags under his eyes. “do what you need to do.”

You walked towards one of the cabinets and pulled out some gloves, thread, and needles. In the corner of the room there was a fridge and freezer used to cool down medicine or preserve it. You grabbed a piece of ice and walked back over to him. “Here bite this.” you handed him a large medical bite wafer. “I'll make this quick.”

You eased the pain in the wound by rubbing the ice carefully around the cleaned edges before slipping the needle into his skin. Your eyes shot up to monitor his reaction in case it became too much. His jaw was set and his eyes shut.

You continued to stitch him shut, a few groans of pain escaped past the wafer as you finished up. After cutting the string and bandaging him up you sighed “all done.” He spit out the wafer into the trash and rubbed his jaw.

He opened his eyes and gave you a weary look. more sweat accumulated on his face and his breathing was more rugged and uneven. His face was still littered in bruises and cuts.

You grabbed a third cloth and dampened it, “Last thing, let me just clean you up then i’ll get you painkillers and give you instructions for what i need you to do following this.” You gently cupped his cheek, turning his face towards you. Tired blue eyes gazed up at you, thick brows furrowed in discomfort.

You dabbed the cloth against some of the cuts and wiped away some of the dirt. Your voice was shaky no matter how much you tried to relax it. “What happens when you get hurt you don’t make it home Leon… what happens when you don’t even realize you got hurt til it kills you. What if-“

“It's not going to happen,” He grabbed your wrist and raised a brow. His voice wasn’t angry or tired. It was gentle and smooth. “I know what I'm doing out there, I promise.”

You closed your eyes and sighed again, “Okay.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“Of course I don't, but it doesn’t change anything.” You bit, pulling your hand from his hold and continuing to clean his face.

Once again his voice was soft and quiet, “Trust me, okay? Or maybe I just need to start having you assigned to my missions too.” Towards the end his tone was more snarky.

“Maybe. If it stops you from being so damn stubborn.” you scoffed out a laugh and set the cloth down.

You gave him a once over as you cleaned up your supplies and disposed of what wasn’t necessary. “Okay you need to be on bed rest for three weeks. And no you cannot get out of this sooner.”

Leon only rolled his eyes again but nodded, knowing all too well that arguing with you clearly wasn’t worth it. “alright alright..”

You patted down your clothes and brushed off your hands. “I'll send Hunnigan in with your medicine and I'll visit you tomorrow.” And with that you turned around.

You halted in surprise when you felt his grip around you wrist, “wait.”

You looked over your shoulder, “Yes, Leon?”

“Thank you. Seriously. Probably would’ve been worse off if it weren’t for the many times you’ve had to take care of me… so.. thanks for worrying. Even if it’s stupid.”

You almost argued back on that last point but held your tongue. “Of course leon. Any time.”

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Warrior Song 2

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We are officially into Infinite! Although I play pretty fast and loose with the timeline, because this is my sandbox and I said so. So there.

Eventual John/Master Chief x f!reader

Warnings: Mild violence, allusions to torture (from the game), medical terms and exams, swearing, Emotions.

Word count: 2.5k

You didn’t see him for a couple weeks after that. But more survivors trickled into camp, and you heard stories as they all passed through your medical area.

The Master Chief was, apparently, waging a one-man war against Escharum. And from what you’d heard, he was doing pretty damn well.

Which meant more survivors, more people coming in, more resources needed. You did the best you could. You had things prepped, kept supplies stored up like you were about to hibernate.

But the last thing you expected was for Chief to haul in a man and deposit him on the table, ignoring the man’s protests.

You took one look and moved. “Carter! I need bandages and aloe gel in here!” you yelled back into the hallway, even as you grabbed one of the prepared pain relief teas. “Drink this,” you told the man on the table, voice much gentler. “I know it doesn’t taste good, but it will help.”

“What is it?” He looked at the tea with ill-concealed suspicion.

“Tea, it’ll help with the pain. And with hydration.” You smiled, even as you examined what you could see of his skin. “It’s a win-win like that.”

He looked at something behind you (you guessed the Chief) before he took a drink. And grimaced. “You weren’t kidding,” he grumbled.

“I know,” you murmured sympathetically. “I’m sorry. If I had sugar, I’d throw some in there.” You waited until he’d taken another drink to motion to his clothes. “I need to check you over. Do you need help getting out of these?”

Which was when you were interrupted. Beck strode into the room, two more marines with him, with Carter scurrying in after them and giving you an apologetic look.

“Chief! It’s good to see you again!” Beck smiled. “What’s the situation?”

“Sir.” Chief glanced at his buddy? Partner? Whatever, and then looked at Beck. “Mission objective has been completed.”

“Escharum?” Beck’s eyes went wide.

“Deceased,” Chief confirmed.

A whoop went up from one of the marines, and you hit your limit. Stomping over to the group of them, you narrowed your eyes.

“Get out,” you said firmly.

Beck’s eyebrows both shot up. “I beg your pardon?”

“You are in my medical unit, while I am attempting to examine a patient. Get out. Have your meeting somewhere else.” You narrowed your eyes further at Beck, outright glaring at him. You’d shout him down too if you had to.

“Miss–”

“Exactly. Miss. Not one of your underlings. You made me head of medical here, so as head of medical, get the hell out of my space.”

Chief was the first to move, dipping his head to you in a respectful nod before he walked outside. Beck shot you a look, undoubtedly annoyed at you, but followed. Carter, the wimp, had left you the supplies and scampered.

Huffing, you turned back to the man on the table, who was gaping at you. A little.

“Did you just yell at your CO?” he asked, awed.

“Not my CO,” you replied cheerfully, picking up the bandages and aloe to bring over to the table. “I’m a civilian contractor, regardless of the fact that we’re currently stuck on an alien ring-world thing. Besides, he needs me and we both know it.”

“You’re a brave woman.” He hissed as he eased his vest off, and you hurried to help.

“Not really. Just very, very tired.” You smiled at him. “What’s your name?”

“Fernando Esparza.”

You gave him your name in turn, easing his shirt off and setting it off to the side. “Well, looks like you got lucky,” you murmured, leaning in closer to examine him. “I don’t actually see any burns, which is good. I’m sure it feels pretty bad, but apart from stressed muscles, there’s very little actual damage.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he admitted, grimacing when you gently prodded at his belly to make sure there was no internal bleeding.

“I know. I’m going to have you drink more tea, that’ll help. Sleep will help too.” You frowned at some bruising but ultimately decided it was fine and continued on. “I’d like you to stay for a few days and rest.”

“Here?” He looked around almost nervously.

“Doesn’t have to be right here,” you murmured, hiding a grin. “I know there are open beds, although you’re also welcome to bunk down here. I’ve got another exam room I can use.” You hesitated, searching his face. A little gaunt, a little haunted. Tired. Still pinched with pain. “I promise you will be okay, but you need rest and a few good meals. Nobody here will bother you about it. And if someone does, I’ll shout them down for you.”

That got him to chuckle, even as his gaze darted nervously to the door again. “Even if it’s the Chief?”

“I’ve shouted him down before,” you agreed with an easy grin. “I’ll do it again if it needs to be done.”

“Maybe we should just let you yell at the Banished,” he mused, lips twitching under his beard. “They’d probably pack up in shame and go home.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, I’m sure I could whip up a sufficiently disappointed rant for them,” you agreed, stepping back to give Fernando space to hop down off the table. “Take the tea with you. Drink the whole thing. Get a hot meal, use the bathing facilities. Get a full night’s sleep tonight.”

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a smile, picking up the tea.

“And one more thing.” You smiled a little. “Would you like a hug?”

His expression crumpled, just a little, and he stepped into your space without prompting. You hugged him, holding steady until his breathing evened out and he pulled back. He already looked steadier, though moisture still gathered in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” You helped him back into his clothes. “I’m here any time. For whatever you need. Especially shouting people down.”

He barked out a laugh and nodded. “Got it.” And then he was gone, leaving you in the exam room by yourself again.

You slumped into your chair, briefly covering your face with one hand. This whole situation was so… everything was so… Your heart hurt for him. That was all. This was okay. He would be okay, and things would continue.

A few deep breaths let you relax enough to look up. You still had work to do, after all.

You cleaned the room yourself, using the tasks to settle yourself again. This was fine. Everything would be fine.

You chose to be optimistic that Fernando didn’t come find you again. Presumably that meant no one had given him problems about staying for a couple days.

If you found out otherwise, you’d be having words with people.

You waited until the following morning to search them out. As it turned out, it wasn’t hard. All you had to do was head for the Pelican and you found the two sitting inside.

“Good morning,” you greeted, holding up two carefully balanced containers of coffee. “Care for a little pick-me-up?”

“Is that coffee?” Fernando was on his feet in a moment, and you were pleased to see him moving easier already. The look he gave you over his coffee was near-worshipful.

“We’re not totally without the little things,” you agreed with a smile, holding out the free coffee to Chief. He took it slowly, nodding once to you. “I still want you to take it easy today, Fernando.”

He nodded, still clutching his coffee close. “Doctor’s orders?”

“If they need to be,” you agreed easily. “I was hoping that you’d be sensible, being a fellow civilian and all.”

He quirked a grin. “I think we can take one more day,” he agreed, glancing at Chief, as if he expected resistance.

Before Chief could protest, though, you nodded. “Good! I have some things I need to do, and Lieutenant Beck wanted to speak to you sometime today, Chief.” You nodded to the two men and backed off the Pelican.

You did, as a matter of fact, have things to do. You and the techs were going out to gather more plants for your work, and then you’d probably spend the next couple days processing them all.

But when it was time to go, you were surprised to find Chief with two marines waiting for you. Your eyebrows shot up at the sight.

“What’s this?” you asked lightly, walking slowly over to the Warthogs.

Chief just shrugged, a slight movement of his armor. “Lieutenant asked me to go along.”

You doubted that was all there was to it. There were undoubtedly more important things he could be doing. Then again, maybe not while Fernando was recovering.

So you shelved your doubt and nodded once, getting into a Warthog. Your two techs got in the other one… away from the Chief, you noticed. Wimps. But affection suffused the word, even in the privacy of your own mind. Carter and Lindsay were the closest thing you had to family here, now. So you couldn’t be too mad at them.

The trip was longer than normal, since you’d already used up everything closer to base. But all was quiet, and you hopped out once the marines parked.

You didn’t even go a step before the Chief was in front of you, looming effortlessly over you. You halted, looking up into the visor in silent question.

“Do not wander,” he said, quiet but stern.

“Understood.” Safety concern, then. You could live with that. Motioning to your techs, you three fanned out, each with an escort. Chief was with you, alert but not overbearing.

Honestly, you had a good haul. Lots of good plants here. You even found wild garlic, something that nearly made you shout with joy. But you only gave yourself a fist pump before you were gathering as much as you could.

At least until you heard the shout of your name.

You and Chief both snapped that direction, and you grabbed your basket and ran. Chief kept pace with you easily, apparently refusing to go ahead and potentially leave you in danger.

Lindsay was standing next to the marine guarding her, frowning thunderously. “He ate a mushroom,” she told you without preamble. “Didn’t see what kind it was, though.”

You swore, softly but extensively. “Show me where you found it,” you demanded of the marine, who was going from looking bemused to very rapidly startled, approaching scared.

“But I’ve eaten mushrooms before,” the marine said, eyes darting between you, Lindsay, and the Chief.

“Not an unidentified one,” you grumbled. “Do you have any idea how many varieties of mushroom are poisonous?”

That got him nearly tripping over his feet to show you where he’d found the mushroom, and you spent several minutes trying to find more. When you did, you frowned.

“I don’t have any idea if this is a safe variety or not,” you mumbled. Fishing around in your pockets for an extra glove, you very carefully picked one and folded it inside the glove, so it couldn’t touch anything else.

“Am I gonna die?” The marine sounded scared now. Finally.

“No idea,” you answered honestly, heaving yourself back to your feet with a grimace as your knees popped. “I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t. Who knows, you might just have hallucinations for a while.”

He did not look reassured. Good.

“We should get back so I can get him under observation,” you said to Lindsay and the Chief. “Lindsay, you mind getting Carter and his escort?”

Lindsay nodded and darted off, and you grabbed her basket along with your own.

Despite your annoyance, you kept a close eye on the marine. So far, he was showing no adverse effects, but you still made him sit in the passenger seat of the nearer Warthog. You climbed into the back yourself so you could keep an eye on him.

Chief ended up in the driver’s seat after the other three got loaded onto the other vehicle.

The drive back was silent apart from a couple shouted check ins at the soldier. But he held on, so that was good enough for now.

Carter scooped up the baskets from you and Lindsay dragged the marine into an exam room, leaving you floundering with nothing immediate to do. You huffed.

And then looked at the very likely reason that they ran.

Chief stood tall and quiet, doing a visual sweep of camp.

“Well,” you sighed, “might as well check in on Fernando, since my techs got uppity.”

He dipped his head to look at you, and you could have sworn he was amused, though you had almost no information to support that. Then he nodded once, falling into step with you.

It wasn’t a long walk to the Pelican, where Fernando was sitting on the floor tinkering with something.

“Feeling better, I hope?”

He looked up and nodded. “Yes. The tea helps.”

“Even though it’s gross.” You nodded, amused. “Any lingering aches? Areas of concern?”

“Just my sanity,” he joked lightly.

“Is that all?” you joked right back, grinning. “You’re in good company, then.”

He looked a little startled, and you unceremoniously plopped onto the floor with him.

“I get it,” you told him, leaning back on your hands. “None of this is exactly what we signed up for, hm? There’s nothing to be ashamed of if you’re having a hard time.” Your smile went a little crooked. “Actually, a good cry can be quite therapeutic, it releases hormones to help dispel stress, among other things.”

“Seriously?” is what he settled on saying after a few visible moments of debate.

“Absolutely. Trust me, I’m a medic.”

He chuckled then, his shoulders slumping. But still no signs of pain. That was good.

“How’d you end up here?” he asked finally, going back to tinkering with whatever was in front of him.

You shrugged. “My lifeboat landed safely,” you said slowly. “There was just a small group of us for a bit, until short range comms came back online. Figured staying here was safer than trying to find one of the other bases.” You shrugged, casual as anything. “Besides, there are plenty of people here for me to shout at.”

Fernando grinned. “Your newest hobby?” He guessed playfully.

“Something like that.” You smiled in return. “And this is where I can help the most.”

He nodded slowly, glancing at the Chief. “I understand.”

You thought about asking… for about a second. Then you shrugged the impulse off. “Have you eaten?”

The almost-guilty look on his face was answer enough, and you huffed a soft laugh, even as you shoved yourself back to your feet.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll walk you to the mess, I should get something too.” You held out a hand to help Fernando up. And then you looked at Chief, debating.

“I’ll bring something back for him,” Fernando said, hovering closer to your side than he needed to. Touch starved, maybe? Or just company starved.

“Alright.” You agreed easily enough, nodding once and making your way back into the base proper. You could take a food break, make sure these two got some food, and then get back to work. No problem.

#warrior song #master chief x reader #john-117 x reader #f!reader #whoops i did a thing

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lipglossandsacrifice · 6 months

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Not required to answer this, just some lore I’ve compiled. So we’re lucky both the game and lore pages for Orin Ayo are still up because then I would be fucked, but unfortunately Breakthrough can’t be played unless you happen to find an archived version.

For Dave Ruy though, all you really need to know is that he used to work at a medical supply chain company, which he hated. He dreamed of being able to work with all the big dogs like doctors and nurses, but that dream never became a reality. He grew hateful and resentful of his own life, feeling like it was going nowhere. Then, he began to project that hate onto others, blaming them for all that has gone wrong in his life. With that hate, he sought out a new goal in life. He faked his death, quit his job, and recruited two other friends, Paige Cook and Hue Bickers, to start something bigger than themselves: A cult ran by a new man, Tab. Paige was an electrical engineer while Hue was a programmer, and combined with Tab’s medical knowledge, they began experimenting with a substance called ferrofluid. Their goal was to find a way to immortalize a person’s pain, before the goal shifted to killing those who deserved to die and torturing them for all of eternity. This is where the main them of Orin Ayo comes from. However, it wasn’t fated to last. The first mistake came from Paige when she missed her assigned target and shot Ethan at a parade. She was tortured and I presume she’s dead. Then, Hue got piss drunk and got himself killed by a tiger, to which Tab blamed the groundskeeper and proceeded to torture him until Tab didn’t feel joy from it anymore. He then learned that someone stole his old identity which happened to be stolen by a dude he didn’t like (Derick), so he killed him too (won’t elaborate because it’s in the documents). Then, Tab learns about the apartment fire and the forcing of Kurt to burn the place down. Lastly, Hety Banker, another cult member, went off the deep and and killed Lilac before dying at a hospital. Everything was falling apart, and the people he trusted are either dead or betrayed him. So, he gathers up all the documents associated with the cult and their activities, scatters them by Derick’s corpse to absolve the cult of blame, and then turns himself in. For 2 years Tab stayed in prison before he was given a second chance. The cult had access to impressive technology, and if Tab agreed to use it for good, he would have his own medical research facility he gets to direct so long as he shows complete obedience to the hospital he works under. This kicks off Breakthrough, which takes place three years after Orin Ayo

Orin Ayo game: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/881670502

Orin Ayo Character Profiles: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/904500450

Orin Ayo Lore Document (subject to change): https://docs.google.com/document/d/19xC3qvjp5AcPiMudQer3jacrEeJrMSGoKqALOMH9Vz0/edit

Be sure to check the wiki too, but don’t always trust what’s there. The main thing you wanna look for is James’s full unburnt document. Feel free to pick and choose what you want, I know the story isn’t really written the clearest so there might be things you just wanna flat out change lol. That’s what I do

Feel free to DM me if you got any questions

(ooc: thank u, i'm gonna toss this up onto the blog and then save the link for future reference! ^^ )

#(ooc post!)#incredibox #incredibox lore #(<- like srsly it is just the full orin ayo lore lol)

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mmmfanfiction · 7 months

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Flippy/Fliqpy x injured SO [warning for injury, obvi, and slight swearing]

🧸Okay, when you knocked at like 11 in the night this poor bear did not think he’d see you on his doorstep bleeding out

🧸he’s stunned for a few milliseconds, before quickly using his jacket thing to slow the bleeding as he brings you inside.

🧸the amount of times you almost passed out.

🧸like Jesus talk about giving Flip a heart attack!

🧸though it’s not your fault you didn’t know that pulling the pole jammed in your abdomen would cause it to bleed more!

🧸your just lucky you where so close to Flips house… and that he knows first aid.

🧸you pass out halfway through first aid.

🧸when you wake up after several hours, you find yourself in the green bears bed. Awe, how sweet!

🧸what’s even more sweet is that he stayed up all night to change your bandages and make sure you didn’t die!

🧸when Flippy saw you waking up, he almost burst into tears, talking about how he wasn’t sure if you’d make it, and to never scare him like that again.

🧸thoooouuuuggghhhhh considering this is Happy Tree Town we’re talking about… it’s toats gonna happen again-

🔪Fliqpy hadnt intended for you to get hurt. Heck, he didn’t even know you were there!

🔪Fliq was on one of his murderous rampages, and had ended up throwing a grenade.

🔪you had gotten hit with some of the debris trying to make sure one of your friends didn’t die.

🔪Fliqpy doesn’t even bother to finish off who he’s currently murdering before he rushes to you.

🔪a surprising sight to see from him.

🔪”god damnit [name]”

🔪as soon as he gets the bleeding to stop, he’s taking you away from that place, preferably to his house where he had the proper medical supplies.

🔪”ow! Fliq, could you be more gentle?”

🔪”shush! I’m *trying* to disinfect this! Do you want to get infected!?”

🔪”… no…”

🔪he was very grumpy with you afterwards, but also a bit mad at himself for being one of the primary reasons you got hurt in the first place.

🔪hey, at least he cares? Can’t say that for most people in Happy Tree Town.

#Htf #happy tree friends #htf flippy #htf fliqpy #x reader

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The Wolfpack Queen

Pairing: OC Talia x Commander Wolffe

Series Summary: Talia joins the Wolfpack as their new medic. Wolffe doesn't understand why everyone likes her. What happens when opposites attract? Sparks will fly between two people who didn't know they needed one another

Series Rating: 18+ (no minors allowed), violence, assault and attempted assault (not descriptive), slavery and mentions of slavery, mentions of prostitution (not descriptive), ptsd, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

Additional tags: future chapters will have chapter warnings because both Wolffe and Talia go through it 😭

Chapter summary: Talia goes on her first mission with the Wolfpack

Chapter 4

A month. That’s how long you were already with the 104th, aka the Wolfpack. Wolffe still hasn’t seen you and despite what the others say he’s beginning to think that they were making you up. While he could’ve pulled up your file to see if you were real he honestly didn’t give a crap. Like he told Boost and Sinker a month earlier: he didn’t care about a nat-born. He only wanted to focus on the task at hand and that was helping the Republic win the war. But what he didn’t know was that today was his lucky day. He will finally be meeting you for the first time today.

During the first month that you were with the newly named Wolfpack you mostly kept to yourself. Other than Jax, who you saw on a regular basis, you didn’t really talk to anyone and that included Boost and Sinker. The only time you would talk to the other clones is when you were treating them. If they were making small talk with you of course you would talk to them but other than that you would work quietly while you patched them up with the occasional question being asked. It wasn’t like you were scared of them either. In fact, all of them were pretty nice. While you had gotten used to being around this many men again you were still wary and cautious. That was the one of the many reasons why you hated what happened to you. You didn’t trust people, especially men. You knew that they wouldn’t hurt you because if they did they would be punished which you hope will never happen. That was why you still kept your guard up when you were around them and hopefully one day you won’t let what happened to you in the past get in the way. That was what you thought as you got your med pack together for the mission that you were going on with your battalion. After you finished you walked out where all the ships were kept and you double checked that you had everything one last time before you walked over to Jax who was also checking his med pack and joined him on one of the ships once he was finished. The two of you talked as everyone got on the ship and as soon as everyone was on board the ships and the supplies were on the ships took off and all of you headed down to the planet.

As the ships descended to the surface you took a deep breath. Jax looks down at you with a worried look. “You okay, Lia?” You smiled a little at the nickname as you looked at him. “I’m fine. Just a little nervous.” That wasn’t a lie. You really were nervous. You usually spent time in the medbay and took care of the men that Jax sent your way while he was with everyone else but since it’s already been a month for you he had decided to finally get you out of there and bring you along. “Don’t worry. You’ll do great. Besides, you don’t have to take care of my brothers this time.” You nodded at his words and took one more breath as the ship you were on landed. You clutched the strap of your med pack as everyone got off and soon followed behind Jax to set up your makeshift med center.

“We have a communications center set up over there and a communal kitchen up there.” Wolffe tells this to the village leader as they walk around. All around them clones and villagers alike were cleaning up the destruction from a battle that had unexpectedly hit the village when they accidentally got in the way. The village had gotten destroyed and half of their population was wiped out. Those that survived were determined to get back to normal. “Thank you, commander. My people and I are very thankful for your help. We will forever be in your debt.” Wolffe bowed his head as the leader walked away and sighs. He looks over at Boost and Sinker who had been behind him. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get off this planet.” The three of them continued walking and Wolffe looked around to make sure that everyone was doing their jobs. So far everything was going just fine so he contacted the general. “Sir.” A few seconds later he gets an answer. “Yes, Wolffe?” “Everything is going according to plan.” “Thank you, Wolffe. I will see you in a little bit.” “Yes, sir.” Wolffe breaks off the connection and continues his walk through.

“Alright sweetie, you are all set.” The little boy that you were taking care of looked at his bandage on his arm then at you with a smile. You smiled back as he jumped off the bed and ran to join his friends. You looked over at his mother who had brought him to the makeshift med center. “Make sure you change his bandage daily so that it doesn’t get infected. Here, I’ll give you some along with a couple of bacta patches.” You grab the supplies and hand it over to her. “Thank you. So much.” “You’re welcome.” The woman walks away and you let out a sigh as you clean up your area. Jax walks over to you to hand you some more bacta patches. “You did good. With all of them.” You smiled a little at his words. You felt like you accomplished something today with all of the people you helped so far. You take the patches from him and set them down as you look up at him. “It feels good. But I wish we could do more.” Jax hummed at your words. “I know but for right now we can do all we can to help them, even if it’s something small.” You nodded your head as you got back to work. Jax went back to work as well and as you finished cleaning up another parent came in with her children. You patted the bed and the children jumped on it to sit down. You put on a fresh pair of gloves and looked at the children with a smile. “Now, who’s first?”

“Everything here pretty much sustained damage but with our help I think they should be back on their feet in no time.” Plo Koon took in Wolffe’s words as they walked. “Yes, I believe you are right, Wolffe. We should get started right away.” “Already on it, sir. I have men helping move the rubble out of the way and we are also starting to rebuild some of the homes. We also started on the town square which had sustained the most damage.” The kel dor nodded his head. “Very good. Have the men check in with you on the progress they are making and report it back to me.” “Yes, sir.” They stopped in front of the med center. “And the locals that are in the med center?” “Many of the people were killed. Jax reported that half of the population is gone. The ones that have minor injuries have already been released and the ones that had more serious ones are still in there.`` Plo Koon let out a hum then turned to Sinker and the two shinies that accompanied them to talk to them about something. Wolffe looked around at his surroundings and was satisfied with everything. He then turned to look in the med center to make sure everything was going good in there. He saw Jax talking to one of the locals that was lying on the bed in front of him and continued looking at the other locals in the tent. Some had already been treated but decided to stay to mingle. Others were lying in bed with others surrounding them. He knew all too well what it was like worrying for your loved ones. He worried for his brothers every time they went into battle, knowing that some of them wouldn’t come back. Wolffe looked around a little more and then his eyes landed on you. You were currently with a couple of small children and their mother as you took care of them. So Boost and Sinker didn’t make you up and neither did the shinies. You were real. You had long brown hair that was currently up in two side buns and brown eyes. The smile you gave the children reached your eyes and your height? Maker, you were tiny. Wolffe had seen and been with his fair share of nat-born women but none of them were like you. Wolffe continued to stare at you and you must’ve sensed him staring because you looked up and saw him. The two of you stared at each other until Wolffe was pulled away from an incoming message and you had been asked a question by one of the children. But Wolffe knew one thing: he just had to meet you.

Tagging: @anxiouspineapple99 @eternal-transcience @cloneloverrrrr @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz @moonlightwarriorqueen @starrylothcat @dystopicjumpsuit @cw80831 @clonethirstingisreal @deejadabbles @523rdrebel @sinfulsalutations

#star wars #oc #oc x commander wolffe #commander wolffe #oc talia #oc talia x wolffe

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Dead by Daylight

Wesker X Reader

Part One

He/They Pronouns used for Reader

I did an interest check on this a little while ago and you guys seemed excited! I know some people asked me to tag them in this so I’ll have those listed at the bottom. I hope you guys enjoy, this has been really fun for me and I’m writing more, so if you like it lemme know! Fic starts under the cut!

“Damn, you’re beat to shit.” Dwight commented as he bandaged y/n’s arm.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” He laughed, trying to conceal the wince that slipped out as Dwight tied the wrap off.

Cuts and bruises covered his skin, primarily on his legs, but the biggest issue was his sprained wrist. Trying to fix a generator like this felt like a death sentence. The odds of getting out of a trial were getting smaller and smaller, but there was nothing y/n could do. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t be put in a trial for a few days, giving him some time to recover.

“Well, that’s the best I can do for now. I’m basically out of medical supplies right now.” Dwight said, sitting back and wiping his hands together. He had covered most of the wounds, though some of the smaller ones were still exposed. It was better than nothing.

“Thanks, Dwight, I owe you one.” y/n said, standing up carefully.

“Where are you going?” Dwight asked.

“I just need a walk. Besides, we’ve been sitting by the fire for a while now and I’m getting too warm. I’ll be careful.” He said, smiling at Dwight before heading off towards the forest.

The forest was quiet; though the sounds of small animals could be heard. y/n’s footsteps crunched against the leaves and twigs on the ground, announcing his presence to any of the creatures nearby as he made his way farther in. He only walked for a few minutes, the campfire becoming a small light in the distance.

y/n sighed, leaning against a tree. His body ached, he could feel each tear and rip in his skin as he tried to relax. He winced, holding his right wrist to try and alleviate the pain, but it didn’t help very much. He tried to focus on his breathing, giving his mind something other than the injuries to think about.

“one…two…three…four…one…two…three…four…” He counted in his head, closing his eyes and slowing his breath down. “Okay… this is alright, just don’t fall asleep out here…”

“What are you doing out here?”

A voice came from behind y/n. His eyes snapped open, whipping his body around. He stumbled, losing his balance and falling backwards.

“Woa-!”

Before he hit the ground, something grabbed his forearm, pulling him back up and forward. When he gathered his senses again, he realized he was pressed against someone’s chest, one of their arms wrapped around him. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out who it was.

“I wasn’t intending to scare you.”

A man’s voice, he noticed, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on who it was. It couldn’t be Dwight, and it was too deep to be Leon. It might have been David, but y/n knew David was in a trial at the moment.

“It’s… okay. Thanks for catching me.” y/n replied, still trying to puzzle out who it could be. He was still pressing him to his chest. His shirt was black, which didn’t help in the slightest, considering y/n’s own shirt was a black jersey with red and white detailing. Could this be a new survivor? He really hoped not, the less people that got forced in here, the better.

“Did I hurt your arm?” The stranger asked.

“Oh, no, you didn’t. You grabbed just above it, so you didn’t-“

“I meant if I caused it.”

“What?”

y/n finally pushed the stranger away; only to be met with shock and fear when he saw who the stranger was. He stumbled back, being careful not to fall as he put space between them.

In front of him stood one of the killers; “The Mastermind.” Leon had mentioned him before, apparently his name was Wesker. He was dressed head to toe in black, with his long coat making him appear taller than he was. Even his sunglasses were pitch black, making it nearly impossible to see his eyes. Something about that made him more terrifying; he seemed almost inhuman.

“W-what are you doing here? We aren’t in a trial, you aren’t s-supposed to hurt us-s…” y/n’s voice was cracking. As much as he tried to sound calm, he was terrified. He had gone against Wesker in trials before, and he was no joke. His speed was insanity, and his methods were cruel. Most of their trials together ended in someone saving y/n at the last minute due to a mistake on Wesker’s part. Every time felt more lucky than the last, just barely escaping him.

“I’m not here to hurt you. If I was, I would’ve done so already,” Wesker said, putting his palms up and out to show his intentions. “Besides, if I was here to hurt you, why would I stop you from falling and ask about your injuries?” He sounded annoyed, but he didn’t move forward.

y/n scowled.

“You’re literally one of the ‘killers.’ Why wouldn’t I think you’re here to hurt me? Besides, I’ve seen you in the trials, I wouldn’t put it past you to trick someone by feigning affection.” He snapped back. Some of his fear had subsided, and it was replaced by aggression. He had never been given the opportunity to bitch out one of the killers like this, but it felt good. It was like a small touch of revenge.

Wesker sighed, pinching his brow with one hand and crossing the other.

“Fine, have it your way. But you didn’t answer my question; was I the one who injured your wrist?” He asked again impatiently.

“Hell if I know!” y/n scoffed, “Do you know how many of these we are made to do? Do you have ANY idea?? Because I lost count! You could be, I don’t know, I don’t even know how someone can be responsible for a sprain but you can take the blame if you want!”

“It’s not broken? Hmm.” Wesker said, his hand moving from his brow to his chin. y/n scoffed again, disgusted.

“What, were you trying to break it? You son of a bitch, is this a joke to you?” He said, infuriated.

“What? No, that’s- I wasn’t- I…” Wesker started, but cut himself off. He paused for a minute, sighing before he continued.

“I apologize, that wasn’t my intention. I assumed it was broken, but it being sprained explains why you weren’t as shocked when I grabbed it earlier. I thought your body was still in shock, but it being a sprain makes sense. May I take a look at it?”

y/n paused for a minute. He wasn’t expecting Wesker to need to regain composure, let alone an apology. Though still cautious, he had calmed down some.

“Sure, but don’t try anything funny.” y/n decided, stepping closer to Wesker and reaching his hand out. His threat was empty, but it made him feel better saying it.

“Thank you.” Wesker said, stepping forward and gently grabbing y/n’s wrist. He carefully began to undo the bandage until he had exposed the wrist. It was bruised, the skin turned a sickly shade of greenish yellow. y/n winced as Wesker carefully put a finger on top of the bruise.

“Whoever bandaged this clearly didn’t know what they were doing, if you had left this on it probably would’ve made it worse.” He said, removing his finger from the bruise and beginning to rewrap the injury.

“Well, it’s not exactly like my insurance covers getting brutally sacrificed to an eldritch deity.” y/n joked, trying to smile a little so that Wesker wouldn’t notice him being in pain. To his surprise, Wesker chuckled. y/n watched him carefully as he worked, noticing just how careful he was being. His wrist hurt, but it wasn’t being made worse as he bandaged it.

“Where did you learn to do this?” y/n asked, trying to keep the conversation from turning into an awkward silence.

“I was a police officer, once. They put you through basic medical training, and when I became a captain that just meant more medical training.” Wesker answered.

“You were a cop?” y/n asked, surprised. He hadn’t expected an answer, let alone something like this.

“A long time ago, yes. Obviously not anymore.” Wesker gestured at himself as he said this, and y/n laughed a little. It was almost a pleasant exchange.

“There, your wrist is done.” Wesker lifted y/n’s wrist up, putting it between them.

“Thank you, I-“ y/n started, but stopped. Wesker had moved his own hand down and was now holding y/n’s, as if he was royalty asking for his hand to be kissed. Wesker hadn’t looked up either, he was still focusing on his hand. y/n was tempted to pull away, but he waited to see what Wesker was doing.

“I… is something wrong?” y/n asked nervously.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” Wesker responded. He seemed calm, almost detached from the situation.

“May I have my hand back?” y/n asked, leaning down a little to try and get Wesker to look at him. Wesker didn’t respond, but made a small humming sound. He just kept staring at their hands for a moment.

“Wesker what are you doi-!” y/n began, but was cut off as Wesker interlocked their fingers and pulled their hands forward to his lips. He didn’t do anything else from there, but he simply held them there.

y/n watched in shock, unable to really think about what was happening. He felt his face begin to blush, as much as he was trying to stop it. Wesker wasn’t being affectionate, let alone romantic, there was no way. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it couldn’t be something like that. y/n didn’t know the extent of Wesker’s abilities, maybe this was some weird trick he was using. Didn’t Wesker control some kind of virus? He could be infecting the wound or something, he could be doing god knows what.

“Your hand is soft.” Wesker broke the silence. y/n could feel his lips move against his hand as he spoke, trying not to react to the best of his ability.

“I,, thank you…” y/n stuttered out, looking away.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“…uh,, somewhat… I don’t really know what you’re doing…” y/n said, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“I’m holding your hand, isn’t it obvious?” Wesker explained.

y/n’s brow twitched, confused.

“Well, yes but I don’t know why or to what end. It’s just weird, you suddenly show up, bandage my wound, and then hold my hand to your face, it just seems like you’re being-“

“Romantic? Affectionate? Kind?” Wesker offered up. y/n turned back to face him. He had moved their hands just off his face, and his sunglasses were slid down his nose. y/n was a little surprised when he finally saw his eyes; they were a deep red color with slits for pupils. He was staring up at y/n, an almost pleading look on his face.

y/n shook himself out of Wesker’s grip, stepping back and sitting down on the floor.

“I have… no idea! What you want from me… You aren’t making any sense. You’ve literally tried to kill me before, and yet here you are, staring at me and… flirting with me? I don’t even know!” y/n put his head in his hands and tried to calm down. He truly didn’t know what to do, this situation seemed so strange.

He heard the ruffling of clothes before he felt Wesker lean in towards him, presumably on the ground with him now.

“Do you take me as the type of person to make mistakes?” Wesker whispered, his voice revealing that his face was merely inches from y/n’s.

“I… I don’t think so?” y/n mumbled through his hands.

“Well, if you don’t take me as a person to make mistakes, and yet you’ve managed to escape me in all our trials, why do you think that is?”

y/n’s hand fell from his face, eyes locking with Wesker’s immediately. He had taken off his sunglasses and was crouching just above him. It finally began to come together; the escapes, the bandaging, the weird affection, all of it. Wesker hadn’t been hurting him on purpose this entire time. y/n’s mind raced with memories of their trials, realizing the amount of times where his survival was not luck, but allowed by Wesker. Purposefully missing when he swung with his knife, walking noticeably far away when he had the chance to put y/n on the hook and giving him time to be helped by a team mate. Not only had he been sparing him, he had been going out of his way to make his affection look like mistakes.

“Why? This doesn’t make any sense. Are you just being cruel again? Did you just pick me, and decide to toy with my life? Why would…” y/n tried to justify it all to himself, but he began crying. This was all so much. It was hard enough surviving in the realms, let alone worrying about being nothing but a toy to a killer. He had heard about it happening before, but never expected it to happen to him.

As sobbed wracked his body, his vision clouded with tears. He could barely see, but he felt Wesker lean in and wrap his arms around him. Despite the strange situation, y/n leaned in as well. He clutched Wesker’s coat, burying his face in his shoulder.

Wesker began to move, adjusting the two of them so that his back was up against the tree he had scared y/n from. He shifted y/n’s weight, moving him so that he was laying on top of him instead of underneath. y/n allowed him to, still clutching his coat as he sobbed. Once adjusted, Wesker gently placed his chin on top of y/n’s head.

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veronicaphoenix · 7 months

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IKIGAI (or A REASON FOR BEING) — CHAPTER FOUR

"At this point, Lia was yet to fully comprehend the profound impact Hana would have on her life. In the years to come, as she matured, Lia would come to realize the depth of Hana's care, her invaluable advice, and unwavering support. It would dawn on her that, without Hana's guidance, neither she nor Noah might have recognized the intensity and inevitability of their connection. Sometimes, it takes an outsider's perspective to reveal what's right in front of us."

Chapter tags: navigating childhood, best friends, found family, platonic love, first period. | Word count: 1.7.k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

CHAPTER 4

Lia is 12. Noah is 13.

The high school corridors stood empty, the usual hustle and bustle of students replaced by the hushed stillness of ongoing classes. Noah, typically not one to catch a break, found himself lucky that day. The English teacher had given her a pass for a brief escape to the bathroom, a moment to take a break from the classroom dynamics he often struggled with.

The return journey from the bathroom was uneventful until he heard a familiar name, uttered in a hushed toneby a female voice, an adult. The sound led him to the infirmary. He approached cautiously, finding the door slightly ajar. The nurse exited, oblivious to Noah's presence.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he peered inside. There sat Lia, on the sterile stretcher, head lowered, shoulders slumped, legs pressed together. The subtle sounds of her sniffles reached his ears.

"Lia? What are you doing here?"

Startled, Lia looked up, her eyes widening. "No, don't come in," she pleaded, a hint of panic in her voice.

“Why? What is it?" he asked, his confusion mounting. Despite her protest, he stepped inside, compelled by the need to understand what had brought Lia to this infirmary. Did she feel unwell? Was she hurt? Did someone hurt her?

"It's disgusting. Go away, Noah," Lia insisted, her words tinged with embarrassment and vulnerability. The sterile atmosphere of the infirmary seemed to magnify the weight of whatever was troubling her.

“What is disgusting?” Noah inquired, scanning the infirmary. There was nothing particularly alarming in sight, just the typical medical supplies one would expect. However, his gaze shifted to the box beside Lia. Lia noticed his glance, and her embarrassment deepened.

“I just got my period…” she said quietly. “And… I didn’t know it was going to happen today. There is a stain on my jeans, and I’m wearing white, and… some people called me Carrie White and started laughing.”

Noah, ever the steady presence, tilted his head in confusion. “I don’t know who Carrie White is.” At least, not yet.

Many years later, when Noah and Lia would live under the same roof, watching horror movies would be one of their favorite hobbies, and it was kind of inevitable that they would stumble upon the movie Carrie from 1976, the film adaptation from Stephen King book.

“Me neither,” Lia responded, still unable to meet his gaze directly. The weight of societal taboos around menstruation hung in the air.

“But I don’t think that’s disgusting. It’s just… Blood,” Noah shrugged, his matter-of-fact response contrasting with the stigma Lia felt. “I’ve seen plenty of horror movies where there’s blood. I’m not scared.”

“You’re not?” Lia's eyes finally met Noah's, searching for reassurance.

“No.”

“Grandma lets you watch them?” Lia questioned, her embarrassment momentarily overridden by curiosity. Noah's simple perspective and lack of judgment provided a rare moment of comfort in the midst of her vulnerability.

“Not really. I only watch them when I go to Mike’s house and his parents are not there. You could come next time.”

Lia considered the idea, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She had watched many movies on her own, others with her mom, which Lia hadn’t really enjoyed. So, it was exciting to think about watching movies with friends.

She was going to reply, but the moment was interrupted by the entrance of Clare, the school nurse. In one hand, she held a few papers, and in the other, she clutched Lia's PE joggers.

“Noah, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in class,” Clare questioned, her tone a mix of surprise and mild scolding.

“I have a pass for the bathroom,” Noah explained, his eyes briefly shifting to Lia.

“This isn’t the bathroom,” Clare stated, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I saw Lia and I wanted to check on her,” Noah replied, his concern evident.

“Well, Lia is absolutely fine. I just called her mom to let her know what happened, and there’s nothing else to discuss here. Lia, take this. Get changed, and then you two should go back to your respective classes,” Clare instructed, briskly dealing with the situation at hand.

Noah and Lia exchanged a glance. Lia, caught between embarrassment and gratitude, accepted the PE joggers from Clare.

“You have to go now, Noah,” Clare added.

“Okay, miss,” Noah replied. He waved a hand at Lia, a lingering concern in his eyes, and left the infirmary, pondering what more he could have done.

Clare left Lia alone for a couple of minutes to change into her joggers. She knew those pretty girls and silly boys in class would now laugh at her for wearing those. Clare had given her a box of pads, she had explained her how to use them, and she made sure that Lia wasn’t feeling any pain. Luckily, she was absolutely fine, at least physically.

After three more hours of classes and struggle, Lia packed her things and exited the school premises, the weight of her backpack on her shoulders mirroring the burdens she carried. With her gaze lowered, she prepared for the solitary twenty-five-minute journey home.

A familiar voice disrupted her lonely thoughts. She heard Noah call her name from the promenade in front of school. She looked up and saw him standing there with Hana next to him. The old woman, wearing one of her nice beautiful dresses, waved a hand at Lia and smiled sweetly.

Noah gestured for her to come. She didn’t hesitate to cross the street, looking both ways first, and nearly ran up to them.

She hugged Hana, and the stress she had felt during the hours at school dissipated when Hana took out a bag of homemade cookie from her purse.

“Thought you two might be hungry.”

Lia definitely was. She disliked the school food and never ate much. The sweetness of the cookie immediately eased Lia's hunger and lifted her spirits.

“Walk with us?” Noah asked her as he took one cookie to his mouth. Lia nodded, contently.

Noah had grown a little taller in the past few months. He was already taller than Lia and the freckles covering his face seemed to be fading away. Lia was still amazed at his eyes, that held so much resemble to his grandmother’s. She loved how different they were from hers.

“Lia, Noah told me what happened at school,” Hanna suddenly said.

Noah, biting his cheek nervously, awaited Lia's reaction, his caution evident in his sideways glance at her. Liamet his gaze, taken back by the breach of her privacy, but her expression softened as she looked down at the cookie in her hand. Then, she nodded, signaling her acceptance, perhaps recognizing the intention behind Noah's sharing.

Hana addressed the situation with empathy, and Lia found a certain understanding in Hana's eyes.

“Do you feel like coming with us to the supermarket? I need to buy a few things and you could get whatever you need in case you don’t have it at home.”

It was a kind offer, Lia thought. She knew that her mom had pads and tampons at home, but she knew better than to use those. Cristina would probably get angry on her and would tell her to go buy herself her own.

“I don’t have any money,” Lia admitted. She had some savings at home, hidden in a piggy bank under the bed; coins that she had been finding here and there around the house. That was all she had, and still she was not sure if that would cover for the expense of a box of pads.

“Oh, honey, don’t you worry about that,” Hana exclaimed, gently touching her shoulder.

“We can also buy Pop Rocks!” Noah’s suggested.

At this point, Lia was yet to fully comprehend the profound impact Hana would have on her life. In the years to come, as she matured, Lia would come to realize the depth of Hana's care, her invaluable advice, and unwavering support. It would dawn on her that, without Hana's guidance, neither she nor Noah might have recognized the intensity and inevitability of their connection. Sometimes, it takes an outsider's perspective to reveal what's right in front of us.

Hana, mindful of Lia's needs, included a couple of pad boxes during the shopping and allowed Noah to get a box of his favorite chocolates. As they neared Lia’s house, Noah felt a sense of responsibility that he couldn’t let go of.

"Can Lia come home for a while?" Parting ways like that didn’t feel right to him. He believed that perhaps Lia needed someone to talk to or maybe someone that could provide distractions from the bad things that other kids had told her at school.

He thought that, if she went to his house, they could watch a movie together, play some music, maybe do homework together even if it was boring, or maybe even help grandma in the kitchen.

But Hana, recognizing Noah's empathy, responded gently, "No, sweetie. I think Lia should go home now."

There was an unspoken understanding in Hana's words that the kids were not fully capable of catching. It wasn't just about going home; it was about giving Lia the space she needed. She probably wanted to take a bath, have some time alone to think and adjust to the new changes in her body, and then, have a talk with her mother.

The day served as a lesson for both Lia and Noah. Lia, on her journey to womanhood, would get to know her body perfectly, for better or for worse. Simultaneously, Noah would grow to be the kind of boy that would carry a couple of tampons in his backpack in case his best friend needed one. There was some humor in that, because later on, when they would both turn into young adults and Bad Omens started touring, Noah would always have a bad habit of forgetting his socks and his phone charger in hotel rooms, and Lia would be the one to always have to remind him to check the room properly before leaving.

Grateful for them, Lia said thanks and bid Noah and Hana goodbye. Reluctantly, she made her way towards the door.

She stood in the porch stairs a few seconds, looking back over her shoulder once to keep her eyes lingering on Noah. They would see each other again tomorrow. She told herserlf that she would be strong enough to survive until then.

#the inevitability of love at second sight #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #ikigai

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bicycle4two · 1 year

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fine as we are, but we want more || Jason Todd x Female!Reader || Chapter 3 of 8

Summary:

all things considered, you're pretty lucky.

in all your years living in gotham city, you've never been mugged, never had your apartment broken into, never been held as a hostage.

until now.

it seems your luck has run out and there's nothing you can do about it other than wait for someone to come rescue you. . . .

or, jason and you reunite after a long time.

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 3:

Jason hates his past self a little bit for being so secretive.

Because if there’s one thing he wished Dick and the others knew about him, would mention carelessly in his presence, talk like he’s in on the joke, it would be how he’s connected to her. But alas, teenage him kept his cards close, made sure that no one knew about her. And it’s biting him in the ass because without a name to go off on, he’s stuck.

And it’s aggravating.

His therapist would probably encourage him to talk to someone about this, maybe to simply vent out his frustration, or maybe help jog his memory. Talking, it seems, helps most problems. Helps people understand where he’s coming from and vice versa. Communication is key, and all that jazz. Unfortunately, Jason still has the habit of keeping things to himself, not allowing himself to be vulnerable as often as he should be.

The others would understand. Sure, maybe they’d tease him about her, but not immediately. They’d listen. They’d offer to help. She still has her tracker with her, and it would be easy, almost too easy, for Barbara or Tim to find her even if she doesn’t press the alert button. But Jason doesn’t want them to know about her, to know of her before he’s even figured out who she is.

So, he waits. Annoyingly so, he doesn’t have any other option.

The red triangles on their map don’t go away no matter how many days pass and they have bigger problems to deal with than Jason’s mystery girl.

Because the Court of Owls is real, and although Mr. Freeze is locked up in Blackgate again, his Regulators are still out there, decked out in fancy, stolen gear, and there have been sightings of Clayface mimics all over the city, and now there’s a website for a “Dr. Q” that they have to keep an eye on.

There’s still so much to do and Jason doesn’t have the time.

But that doesn’t stop him from thinking about her. In the spare moments when the city’s finally quiet, the criminals he’s taken care of being loaded into armored trucks heading to Blackgate. He finds himself hoping that she’s okay, that she would not need to use the tracker again, that she’ll never have to.

But something in him hopes that she does press that button, even if she’s not in danger, preferably that she’s not in danger, because maybe there’s a possibility that she wants to see him, too.

…

There wasn’t even a need to pull his guns out of their holsters. The priority wasn’t the fight, but the organ the Mob had taken from an unfortunate medic. There was no saving her, but if Jason does this job right, he can hopefully save someone else’s life. The organ is placed behind some sensors and it’s easy enough to find the panel that controls it. He disables that first, only taking down two unsuspecting mobsters before he sneaks his way to the cyrogenic container. That part, that part was much harder.

Because although he loves to make it look easy, it truly is hard on the knees to remain crouched for so long, taking small, quiet steps towards his goal. But a mission is a mission, and his knees will survive.

He gets to the organ easily now that the sensors are gone and packs it when he’s sure no one is looking. Once he has it in his possession, he has to move quick. No time for thoughts. Just speed.

“Belfry,” he calls, already running to the street, calling for the batcycle to make its appearance. “I need keep this thing cold. Where can I drop it off?”

“Dr. Thompkins is on route to meet you.” Alfred supplies as he mounts the batcycle, revving the engine up.

“Got it. On the way.” Jason replies and speeds through the streets, haphazardly avoiding the GCPD on patrol. He’s got a minute and thirty seconds tops before the organ expires and he makes it to the mobile clinic with twenty seconds to spare. Thankfully there aren’t any goons terrorizing Dr. Thompkins this time.

“Thanks for the delivery. I’ve got a medical team lined up who can use it.” Dr. Thompkins says when Jason hands over the organ.

“Glad I got here in time, then.” Jason replies before zipping away the moment Dr. Thompkins has her back to him.

He lands on the roof of the next building easily, tucking his grappling hook away. He accesses his map and sees that the others are tackling other major crimes in the city and according to Alfred, they’ve got it covered. All Jason can do now is to patrol, stop crime when he comes across it.

Calling tonight a quiet night is a stretch, but at least he isn’t in a middle of a fight, having to reload his guns in mere seconds, in between punches and dodges.

He thinks maybe he should head back to the hideout he came from, take care of the mob he left behind but if they’re smart, they would have already realized that the organ is gone and that they’ve failed their task. They should be long gone if they know what’s good for them.

So, patrol it is.

He jumps off the roof without hesitation and starts leaping into the air, using his own soul energy to spring him upwards. He doesn’t get far because he sees her sitting on the edge of the roof of what he can only assume is her apartment building.

He acts before he thinks, instinct guiding his next move.

His landing is soft, but he holds his breath just in case she’s heard him, tries to erase his presence. Luckily, the sounds and sight of the city distract her, she doesn’t even feel his gaze on her back, and Jason feels himself relax before sneaking towards her. Again, his knees will survive and, well, he has Barbara’s physio in his contacts just in case they don’t.

He’s behind her in seconds, arm already positioned to catch her because who knows what her reaction is going to be, if she’s going to scream or jump forward, or maybe even swing around to punch him. The whole thing is irresponsible, a dick move, really, but like in their previous meeting, there’s this need to tease her, to scare her in some harmless way.

If she falls, and that’s a big if because he’s not going to let her, he’ll catch her.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asks and the way her shoulders seize up is worth it. The squeaking noise that escapes her lips is so inhumanly adorable that Jason wishes that he had recorded it. She whirls around to face him, so fast that she would have tipped over the edge if Jason’s arm wasn’t already there to stabilize her. She leans into him, brows furrowed when she sees that it’s him.

“Jesus.” She breathes out, eyes looking up at him, pupils dilated from fear or the dark, maybe even both. “Hello to you, too, Red.”

“Something interesting out there?”

“Oh. Nothing. I just, I just like being out here some nights.”

“It isn’t safe.” He says even though she was doing just fine before he appeared. The need to lecture her is strong. Because now that he thinks about it, what if it wasn’t him who snuck up on her? What if she had stretched the wrong way and had fallen? The images playing in his head makes his jaw clench. That’s the kind of stuff his mind loves to give him nightmares about. “Never mind that you wouldn’t survive the fall if you lost your balance, but with all the criminals running amok right now, you could find yourself in another hostage situation, or worse.”

“I have to watch out for mischievous vigilantes, too, right?” She frowns, arms folded across her chest. He should probably find it ironic that she’s wearing a red hoodie over what he can only guess are her pajama bottoms. He doesn’t comment on it. That’s something Dick would do.

“Oh yeah. They’re the worst.” He says easily.

“Clearly.” She rolls her eyes, smoothing her hair when a gust of wind blows it into her face. “There’s always some kind of risk here in Gotham. I can’t let that keep me from enjoying the little things.”

She gestures to the view she was admiring, and Jason takes it in, sees nothing but streetlamps, smog, and the glow of police sirens in the distance. The pollution in Gotham keeps the night sky starless and although he can acknowledge that the city has its charm, has beauty in the places you least expect to find it, he doesn’t think it’s worth risking your life over just to see.

“Couldn’t you just look out your window or something? This roof doesn’t even have railings.”

“That stupid building over there blocks the view,” she jabs her thumb towards the offending structure. “But okay. Noted. I won’t stay so close to the edge.”

“That’s all I ask.” Jason feels himself relax, flexing his hands to relieve some tension. “So, what made you want to go out tonight?”

The annoyed look on her face is quickly replaced with a sheepish smile. She stuffs her hands in the pockets of her hoodie and looks everywhere but at him. The mannerism is familiar, again, she’s familiar.

“I was hoping I’d see you, actually.” She admits. “You were a whole lot easier to see back in the day.”

“The Robin costume is unnervingly bright.”

“It had its charm. You could still pull it off, I think. Although I don’t know about the tights…”

“No. Just. No.” Jason can’t even bring himself to create a mental picture of that. “So, we’ve met. Before the whole Freaks incident.”

The teasing grin she had on her lips softens to a smile.

“Yeah. We have.” The smile turns sad, pained. “And you don’t remember.”

Jason hates that he’s the reason for that look on her face and the immediate response is to blame himself, but he can’t, he knows he can’t. His therapist would quickly point out that this isn’t his fault. That he didn’t exactly ask to have amnesia, didn’t have a choice on which memories he got to keep. And he knows this.

It still feels like shit though.

“A lot happened in the past few years.” He says by way of explanation. Which isn’t much if anything at all. “Got into some shit, came out not as whole as I was.”

Sometimes Jason forgets that not everyone knows how to react to his cryptic lines, that although he tries to make light of his situation, tries to shrug it off because it’s been years, he’s only moved forward from it, the fact of the matter is that he still isn’t over it. Not completely. Sometimes, he can’t hide how much he’s still affected by it. Sometimes, he says the shit he says just so someone would ask, and maybe then he’ll be ready to talk about it.

“I’m sorry that happened.” She says after a tense silence. It’s obvious she wants to say more, to ask, but she decides against it, luckily. Jason wouldn’t even know what to say right now. “I’m happy you’re back though. I…I missed you.”

And Jason doesn’t know what to do with that confession. Because on one hand, who isn’t happy to know that you’ve been missed while you were away, but on the other, he didn’t even know he had someone like her waiting for his return.

The guilt is there, again, among other things.

“It’s okay,” she scrambles to say when he’s been silent for too long. Her face is open, allowing him to read everything she’s not saying, that she doesn’t need to say out loud because somehow, someway, Jason is able to read her.

It’s okay, she says, it’s okay that he didn’t miss her. It’s okay that he’s forgotten about her.

“I just, I just wanted you to know. We were friends before,” she bites her lip, hesitates to say her next words. “I, I think it would be nice to be friends again.”

…

“So, the old tracker signal. She’s your friend?” Barbara asks over coffee, her posture overly casual.

“Great. Who told you?” Jason groans, leaning back into his chair, his own mug forgotten.

He thinks that maybe he should be grateful that this conversation is only being brought up now, days after he agreed to rekindle their friendship, days after he’s finally gotten used to having her back in his life, after he stopped beating himself up for letting a civilian in.

(He has to remind himself that his world can’t solely revolve around being a vigilante. That he can’t only have contact with people who fight with or against him. That he isn’t just Red Hood, but Jason Todd as well. Work-life balance and all that.)

Keeping up with their emails took longer to get used to, surprisingly, but now he checks his inbox more often, doesn’t ignore the messages that don’t come from the others or villains who mysteriously have his contact information.

He’s used to her now, enough that he can say that they’re friends. Maybe not like before, but they’re getting there. It’s new, different despite the lingering feelings of familiarity. It’s nice and is something to share, maybe, considering that he and the others are getting closer together in the wake of Bruce’s passing, working together both in and outside of uniform. He has a solid support system here in the Belfry and he knows that these people are people he can trust—that they’re family.

That still doesn’t mean he’s prepared himself to talk about her with them though. He thought that maybe they’ve already forgotten about the old tracker signal, but he should have known better. Their group isn’t one to forget such things and it was only too easy to connect the dots once the information was out.

Still. He really would have preferred not having to talk about this because he doesn’t want this to be a thing.

“A little birdie,” Barbara smiles. “How long have you known each other?”

“As Red Hood? A few weeks, several days maybe.” He shrugs like its nothing, like he doesn’t know the exact date they two started talking again. “As Robin though, a few years apparently.”

“Apparently? Oh. She’s from before…”

“I died? Yeah. Seems like the Pit took those memories, too. Didn’t recognize her when I saved her from the Freaks that time.”

Which was probably for the best. If Jason knew who she was back then, he probably would have been more careless in the fight, probably more aggressive. The Freaks got lucky.

“But she recognized you?”

So, this is going to be a thing. Jason’s going to have to talk about it, about her.

He wants to shoot down this conversation, and maybe if it were anyone else asking, he would but this is Barbara and, really, everyone here has a weak spot for her. He knows that if he were to say so, she would stop asking questions, but he can’t bring himself to because maybe he should talk about her. Get someone else’s perspective on things because God knows he doesn’t know what he’s doing with this newfound friendship.

“Not at first,” he replies, thinking back on an email thread detailing how they met. Try as he might, he really could not remember, and it was eating at him. She was pretty vivid with her explanation on the night they met, the memory obviously important to her, but, again, he draws a blank. Regrettably. “I said something to her that sort of clued her in.”

“Yeah?” Barbara is encouraging, expression open, welcoming any information he’s ready and willing to give. It’s a trap. It’s the face that coerces confessions. “What was that?”

No matter what, I’ll come to you.

The memory makes Jason physically cringe, the action so strong that Barbara is now looking at him with more curiosity, eyes calculating. Jason grimaces and tries to erase the words from his memory, tries not to remember how he said them but, in that moment, he can’t help but just focus on it. Have them repeat over and over in his head until suddenly a memory hits him.

He sees a room that obviously belongs to a young, teenage girl—it’s small, tidy, and there’s a rug with distinct footprints on it. (Probably from him. But who’s to say.) There are posters on her wall, posters he remembers making fun of if only because it was so obvious who she preferred in the teen pop boyband. There’s a table tucked in the corner of the room, her desktop screen illuminating the dark room.

She’s there in the room, too, but much younger, eyes bright yet tired. She stands close to him, their features lining up perfectly thanks to their similar height. It’s easy to study her from this distance, taking note of the little things that make her her. The slope of her nose, the arch of her brow, the way her cheeks flare when she realized how close they’re standing together.

Only the blush is quick to fade, the embarrassed look on her face replaced with worry, her brows knitting together, lips turned down. He knows this look. She’s thinking, over thinking. The keychain was supposed to reassure her, to let her know that he’s there to protect her, but he can see that although she understood this, she’s spiraling now, the what ifs consuming her thoughts.

She’s scared. The possibility of having to use it is terrifying.

But Jason had to give it to her, because ever since he’d become Robin, he’d seen just how truly dangerous Gotham can be. Seen things that made living on the streets seem like a picnic. And he couldn’t imagine, didn’t even want to think about, what would happen if she found herself in a situation where no one was there to save her.

He couldn’t let her get hurt. Not her. Never her.

So, he made a promise, something that made him burry his head into his pillow in embarrassment when he returned to the manor later that night, but he didn’t regret saying because he knew what it meant to her, knew that with just those words, because she trusted him, because she believed in him, she’d be okay.

“Jason?” Barbara calls, bringing him out of his thoughts.

He shakes the memory away, knows that he couldn’t have possible spaced out for that long, only long enough for it to be obvious he wasn’t totally there anymore. He picks up his coffee, it’s cold now, but he needs a distraction, needs to do something with his hands.

“It’s, uh, it’s nothing, Babs. Don’t worry about it.”

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Chapter 4

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smokeandfairytales · 7 months

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Isle of the Lost

Scars III

The amount of scars dotting Jay’s body were more in-line with what was expected of an Isle upbringing. Slashes on his arms from blocking knife blades, gouges near his ribs and around his stomach from the times where he wasn’t quite alert enough, fast enough.

The scars on his legs were jagged, marks of a time where leaping between buildings didn’t come so naturally. He’d taken a fair few tumbles after misjudging the distance, or because he’d failed to account for the various spikes that some residents had been smart enough to set up as a countermeasure against people with his particular skill set. It hadn’t been uncommon for him to finish a day by pulling glass shards, scrap metal, or even broken bits of half-rotten wood from his legs, from his side. Over time it became a part of his routine and then, once he’d improved, an occasional reminder to be careful.

Broken bones were also familiar enough to him, annoying, but familiar. Cuts were easy, clean them if they had the alcohol to spare - fresh water if they were lucky enough to get their hands on it - wrap it and hope to whatever higher power they believed in that the wound healed quickly. Jay never claimed to be faithful - things like faith, hope and pixie dust didn’t get anyone far on the Isle - but there was something keeping them alive, whether it was magic or something else entirely didn’t matter. Cuts and stab wounds were annoying but they weren’t too much of a hindrance if you knew what you were doing. Broken bones were practically a death sentence if you didn’t have a gang at your back, not that death sentences were really a true concern here.

He was lucky in the sense that the few breaks he’d earned had been in places that were easy enough to splint with their makeshift medical supplies. If it had been something like his hand, with all those smaller bones clustered together, or his ribs he might’ve been in trouble. Damage to his spine would’ve been even worse, but he was very careful to make sure that never happened. Splints were annoying, they restricted him to street level and the lowered manoeuvrability made dodging attacks awkward, but it was better than the alternative.

Some of his scars were smaller, tiny nicks from his skin catching on jagged edges while he ran with a fresh score. A mild irritant at best, something that would lead to a harsh beating at worst if he’d got stuck and couldn’t free himself in time. The crescent marks around his wrists and shoulders were enough of a reminder of what would happen if he wasn’t fast enough.

Despite what some might think, very few of his scars had come from his father. Jafar had still been cruel, Jay wasn’t that lucky, but he was smart. He needed Jay to swipe things for his store, he needed him to be able to grab things and run without being hampered by a limp, without having to worry about blood making his hands too slippery. Bruises were common on the days where his haul was smaller or if he hadn’t managed to get anything particularly impressive - though, not much on the Isle was - maybe he’d withhold food if he was in a particularly bad mood. It didn’t happen often, hunger just meant he had less energy to work with, that punishment was reserved for the days where Jay had been particularly useless.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t have any marks from his father. The rings he wore sometimes cut into Jay’s skin, the wounds always small enough that the man saw no point in removing them, they left tiny indents on his cheeks that probably wouldn’t look like scars at all to anyone who didn’t know how the marks had got there. There was a nick on his chin from the one time his father had caught him trying to hide one of the items he’d swiped, it wouldn’t have been worth anything in his eyes but that hadn’t mattered as he’d wrenched it from his hands, a corner catching him in the face.

The worst though, was the one on his back. Jay couldn’t remember when he’d first started stealing for his father, but he knew that once he had he wouldn’t be allowed to stop, not unless his father could find a better use for him. The one time he’d dared to come home with nothing, his father had pressed the flat side of a red hot knife against his back, he’d held it there until the sound of sizzling flesh had stopped, not caring about how Jay had tried to writhe away from it, about the blood staining his teeth from where he’d bit down on his lip to hold back a scream.

He hadn’t come back empty handed after that, even if he had to scramble for something worthless at the last minute, anything was better than invoking that particular punishment again.

Sometimes his ears still strained for the sound of hot metal against skin.

#descendants #disney descendants #isle of the lost #jay descendants #scars #abuse

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Secrets Kept Between Us: William Denninger x ftm!reader

Warnings: Manipulation, Blackmail, Power Dynamics, Will is a chaser, Dubious consent, PinV, reader has been on T, threats of suicide, cherry popping (blood), semen

A/N: Had to write something on him cause he’s just so sexy 🫡🫡

For @blurrymango

Taggy: @bosinclairz

+18

Your hands sweat as you head up to the med lab for your weekly injection. You’d been doing this for a few years now, not fully ready to come out you’d only cut your hair short and you still are clean shaven, which was lucky for you that that was the norm for men on your deck.

Your dad gave you some hand me downs and people would only ever assume you were a tomboy.

It’s late at night when you come in to get your shot from Dr. Bryce, she and your parents are the only people who know that you’re not actually a woman and that you never felt like one to begin with.

Dr. Bryce had read on things like this before and decided to start you on Testosterone. She always called you one of a kind and decided to write down her studies with you, incase when they got to the new world there would be other kids just like you.

The medbay door slides open and you walk in and Dr. Bryce stands there with a clipboard with your information on it. Every week when you come in you’re supposed to mark down how you feel and if you’ve had any changes with body weight, facial hair, body hair, and voice changes. Then she gives you your shot.

You take the clipboard and sit on the bed, writing down all of the changes you have experienced. You’re in your own little world, happy with how much you’ve changed when the door slides open, causing both you and Dr. Bryce to jump.

Captain Denninger walks in, you’ve finished what you need to write down and hand the clipboard back to the woman.

“Sorry, I ran out of pain medication. Was hoping you could supply me with more Juliet.” The man says, awkwardly yet so casually. It makes your heart pick up pace. Captain Denninger was the only other person you’d want to know about your situation. You did work under him after all. But you knew better than to speak with him about personal issues, anything could be used against you or any of the other officers when his wife often had her stewardesses listening in on everyone’s conversations.

You smile awkwardly and wave at him, he gives you the same smile and wave as Juliet goes over to a cabinet to get a bottle of painkillers.

“So what’re you doin’ here so late?” Denninger crosses his arms and leans against the countertop where your lab sheet and shot sit. Your chest tightens as you tap on your knees.

“Felt a little sick sir. Just came to see what she had for medicine too.”

He hums in acknowledgment. Dr.Bryce comes back over with a bottle of pills. The Captain nods at her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Officer. I’ll need to talk to you first thing tomorrow.” The older man explains, you nod your head.

“Yes sir.” He leaves and as soon the the white door slides shut the blonde woman lets out a sigh. You look at her and give her a reassuring smile.

“Let’s get you this shot and get to bed. Don’t need anyone else coming in here wondering what’s going on.” She smiles and holds the needle and syringe. You pull down your pants slightly before standing up straight. Seconds later a sharp pain is put in your hip then out. She puts a bandage over it and you pull up your pants.

“Thank you Doctor Bryce.” You hug her, she rubs your back and gives a small ‘Of course.’ Then tells you to have a good night. You nod and leave.

While you’re on your way back to your cabin your stomach clenches then springs up and seems to keep running around as you think about what Captain Denninger wants from you. You hope to God he didn’t find out, this could ruin everything.

You didn’t sleep much that night from your anxiety but luckily your parents made you coffee before you left.

Your shoes clack against the floor as you take the long way to the officer’s lounge, sipping your coffee and thinking about what the older man could possibly want from you.

When you peak inside you see a couple of councilmen and other officers. Maybe Denninger wasn’t there yet.

You take a deep breath and step inside going to sit down in one of the lounge chairs. You watch as people come in and out four a few minutes until councilman Rose comes up to you. You’re eye almost roll but you know better since he’s higher ranked than you.

“Didn’t think women could wear suits here.” He jokes, you sip on your coffee.

“Didn’t think so either until I asked Denninger. He informed me and the other women we could. Plus it’s a hand me down. It would feel disrespectful not to.” You explain. God he’d be the worst one to find out about you, you know he’d expose you to everyone if he had the chance.

“Officer.”

Your attention turns to Denninger and the anxiety of talking to him replaces that of talking to Councilman Rose. You quickly get up and follow your Captain out of the door, not even bothering to say goodbye.

“What did you.. need from me Captain?” You ask, your body beginning to sweat. He takes you down a corridor where hardly anyone walks. It’s dim but you can still make out his facial features.

He stops and casually leans on the wall behind him. You turn towards him and shift awkwardly on your feet.

Why did he have to be like so attractive?

“I didn’t need those painkillers last night.” He admits, you furrow your brows.

“Oh?”

“I was suspicious of you. Wondering why little things changed about you overtime. Why you actually asked to change uniforms. Then I started doing a little research and came up with my own theories. I just needed them proven.”

You mess with the cup on your hands, you can’t make contact with him, not now.

“I went in last night and took a glimpse, I saw what I needed to. Listen. I ain’t gonna tell anyone.”

You look up at him with a shocked expression.

“But, I need a favor from you.”

Your heart clenches, what the hell could he need from you?

“You’re one of a kind. I mean a trans man on our ship? It’s never been heard of! When I did research I started thinking about you more and more and, well, I want you. I wanna have sex with you. You have sex with me whenever I want, I won’t tell anyone anything.”

Your heart sinks, you wanted Denninger. But not like this. He’s using you. You look down and squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to cry.

His hand meets your face gently he makes you look up at him. “I-I don’t have a choice do I?”

Denninger shakes his head at you in fake sorrow, you let out a small sob and he takes you in his arms.

You’re so fucked. So goddamn fucked.

“You meet me in the massage room yeah? Stewardess will treat ya real nice but I’ll treat you even better.”

You nod into his uniform and let out a shaky breath. A couple of minutes pass and eventually he lets go. You’ve calmed down and you takes your face again looking at you. “After work yeah?”

You nod quickly and step away from him, hurrying to get to the control room.

Your breath hitches as Jackie rubs deeper circles into your back. You can feel her smiling above you so you try to relax.

“Hard day?” She asks, it’s not genuine. She’s never been genuine with you, it’s just her job.

“Yeah.” You reply in a raspy voice. She hums and moves up to your shoulders, you let out a soft sigh, the massage feeling so much more relaxing.

Then a curtain pulls back. Sooner or later he had to come in. You stare up at the older blond man, Jackie stops what she’s doing and puts on a real smile for Will.

“You need any help today sir?” Jackie asks, you try to not roll your eyes, knowing exactly what she meant. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“No, but Viondra needs you.”

You begin to sit up and watch as the stewardess packs her things and exits the room, the blanket on the bed covers your body and you look at Denninger with his polo and slacks on, he leans on the table across from you with his arms crossed. Even though your chest is already covered you move the blanket up further and look away from him. “We don’t have to do this Captain.”

He lets out a scoff and looks down at you, you look up at him. The neon lights making him look more attractive than ever. Still doesn’t change the fact that he only loves you for being an anomaly.

“I wanna do this. You’re so handsome.” He leans down and kisses you gently, both sides of your brain argue with you on whether or not to give in or run.

You give in, the blanket drops, exposing you as you wrap your arms around his neck. He groans into the kiss and starts to undress.

“I can’t get over you. God you’ve always been so handsome with that damn uniform on, but you’re even more when you’re naked.” Denninger says, you let out a soft laugh and let go, watching as he finishes by taking off his shirt.

He spreads your legs and gets in his knees, you let out a gasp as his mouth latches onto your clit. He sucks softly on it and you hide your face.

“Fuck, Captain..” You whine and buck into his face. You feel his tongue lick and swirl around your clit. It becomes more sensitive and you grip onto his blond hair. His calloused hands meet your thighs and spread them farther apart.

No one’s ever touched you like this before. Your heart rate picks up at the thought of losing your virginity to Denninger. You’ve never touched another man or woman. Only ever pleasuring yourself to the Captain.

Now he’s below you, sucking and licking at your enlarged clit.

Is this a nightmare or a dream come true?

You lay back in the massage table letting out soft moans feeling more and more sensitive. His tongue seems to work faster, you cover your mouth out of embarrassment, letting out soft mewls. You feel as two of his thick fingers prod at your hole, your eyes widen then roll back as he sticks them in you, your hips roll and he curls them inside of you. His lips leave your cunt for a second.

“God, you want this as much as I do. You’re so wet.”

His fingers squelch inside of you, you arch your back and whine as they stretch you out. His lips go back to your clit, sucking and licking at it. You squeeze around his digits rolling your hips more aggressively. Denninger lets out groans of his own, pushing his face and curling his fingers further into your cunt.

The knot in your stomach snaps, your eyes roll back and you squeal into your hand. Denninger eats you out through your orgasm and doesn’t stop til you lazily push him off of you.

Denninger moves you so you’re laying properly on the bed, he kisses your gently, you taste yourself on his lips.

“Did so good for me Officer.” He smiles and caresses your face. You can’t help but to lean into his touch. He’s so gentle, why is he so gentle? Why can’t he just be cruel to you, give you more reason to hate him?

You sit up, Denninger is between your legs, you grab his face and kiss the man roughly. His tongue licks your bottom lip and you shove your own into his mouth, he loses control and for a second you feel as though you have charge over the situation. It doesn’t last long as he grabs your waist and lays you back down.

Your legs go around his hips and without hesitation he pushes into you.

You groan into his mouth trying to get used to his throbbing cock.

“God you’re so tight. You look so handsome too. Look at you.”

You pant lightly as he pulls out and thrusts back in. You yelp and grab his bicep. He smirks and kisses your forehead, mumbling against it, “You ready?”

“Y-Eaah.” Your voice is raspy. He pulls out again slowly, before pushing back in and starting a grueling pace.

Soft groans leave both of you and he fucks into you, everything hurts yet feels so good. It’s not fair.

“Takin’ me so well kid. God I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you. Feel so good around my cock.”

You let out a mewl in response, he pushes your legs back farther towards your head and you wrap your arms around them. He fucks down into you somehow going deeper than he has been. His hands grip the underside of your thighs and you get lost in how he’s grunting, only letting out quiet groans to hear how he sounds.

It’s too good. It’s too fucking good. You finally get in Denninger’s pants, he finally gets to fuck you and all it took was you being special.

You feel his cock twitching in you and you wiggle and try to move into him more. The knot in your stomach tightening more and more.

Denninger spits on your clit making you tighten around him and let out a small whine.

“Yeah you like that kid? You like when I spit?”

You nod, drool leaving your mouth as it hangs open. He bites his lip and circles your clit with his thumb. His cock still splitting you open.

“Ca-Captain! I’m gonna cum. Fuck please! Don’t! Ah-!” Your eyes roll back into your head as your legs shake. You cry out loudly as Denninger fucks you through your orgasm. His cock twitches again in you and he groans.

“You want me to fill you up? I’m gonna fill you up kid..”

“Ohhh.” You moan, feeling him spurt inside of you. He bucks into you over and over again, moaning into your neck.

Denninger lets out soft moans and kisses you up and down for a second, taking in your blissed out state.

The man slowly pulls out of you and looks down furrowing his brows.

“Don’t tell me I took your virginity..” His blue eyes look into yours, you slowly sit up and look down at the mix between blood and semen. A nonchalant look crosses your face.

“I don’t know why you’re so regretful now, Captain. You seemed fine with blackmailing me and using me. I doubt telling you would have made a difference sir.” You huff and get up and gather your clothes, Denninger grabs you and pulls you onto the massage table again, burying his face in your neck.

You tense, then relax, his hands rub your shoulders lightly.

“You tell anyone about this Denninger and I’ll be sure to tell the whole ship about your other affairs. Then I’m killing myself. Cause I’ll be damned if you think you can continue to use me if you break this agreement.”

Denninger’s hands stop and you turn around looking at him. “Do you understand?”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. I can’t tell anyone. Not with the way you make me feel.”

You sigh and lean into his touch as he continues to run your shoulders.

“I’ve wanted you for awhile. Same way all of those stewardesses can have you. It’s unfortunate I have to have you like this. Where you don’t actually like me for who I am. Instead just my body.” You close your eyes, Denninger tries ti speak up but you cut him off. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. You made your intentions clear when you blackmailed me. Now why don’t we stop talking and forget this situation sprouted from manipulation yeah?” You lay him back down on the table and cuddle up next to him.

Silence takes over the room and neither of you fall asleep. The two of you manage to stay like that for almost an hour. Relaxed and playing pretend for something that truly could’ve been so good.

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