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writingsbychlo · 3 years

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smoke and fire (8b)

word count; 9699

summary; following the events of a call, you pick up some out-of-hours work, and thomas comes along for the journey.

notes; y’all are gonna’ love this one.

warnings; arson, heavy drug use references, mild reference to animal abuse.

The firetrucks ahead of you were loud, sirens and flashing lights, the horn going continually as traffic swerved to the side, and Newt did his best to keep up with them, following in their wake as they opened up the traffic into clear paths to move through. Finally getting your seatbelt done up, you huffed a little, pushing strands of hair back out of your face and behind your ears. Luckily for you all, the call was on the edges of the city, not the centre, and so the roads were widening out and weren’t nearly as crowded as you began to near your scene.

Clouds of smoke, thick and grey, rising up from a small warehouse that was on the edges of a house, and there were crowds gathered around, ones that weren’t unfamiliar to you, some faces you vaguely recognised from seeing them briefly pass by in the crowds when you’d first met Aaron. As the truck came to a stop Newt lifted a hand to rub over his jaw, attention on the crowds that had gathered around.

“One of us can go inside, one of us should stay with the truck.” He twisted to look at you, the firemen already gearing up as Thomas assessed the scene, and Gally walked around to the edge of the building, following the wires linking up to the house. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Deal.” You placed your palm out flat, matching his, and banging your fist against it for a second, before laying your hand flat, and cursing as he took on a form of only two fingers sticking out. “You always go rock! Screw you!”

He smirked, shrugging a little as you pouted. “You always go paper; I learned and changed tactic.”

“You suck.” You groaned, climbing into the back to retrieve your go-bag from one of the cupboards, taking a look at it, but realising that you were more likely only going to need a roll of bandages and some gauze, quick sources to send them out to Newt, advice on what they were going to need.

You had your suspicions about what you were seeing, and from the second your partner cracked his door open, you knew your thoughts had been confirmed, because the smell of it was enough to make you cough a little, dry and crisp in the air as you inhaled, and you understood now why the firemen were already wearing their masks, even when just standing outside. Blue flashing lights and muted sirens signalled the arrival of the police, beginning to break up the crowds and start backing people away, and you didn’t envy the job that they had going on.

Hopping down from the back of the truck and making sure to lock it up tight to protect Newt, as he stood carefully in the doorway talking to Minho about the procedures that would be taking place, you wandered away toward where Chuck was standing by Gally’s side at the Squad truck, the two Lieutenant’s trying to develop a plan. As you walked, you couldn't help but look over the scenes, searching for that familiar face, and smiling a little when the boy you’d grown fond of was absent from the scene, encouraging you to believe that he was alright, and escaping this lifestyle.

You bumped your elbow into Chuck’s as you arrived at his side, nose wrinkling a little as the strong smell of marijuana was even stronger from here, and he turned to look at you, smoking a little as he saw you.

“Newt figures it’d be best for one of us to go in, and send out anyone inside for quick medical advice, it’ll speed it up, having a van full of drugs parked up here is pretty risky.” You nodded over your shoulder, and Thomas licked over his lower lip, nodding his head as he tried to clear his thoughts.

“That someone you, then?” The man with dirty-blond hair was staring down at you, and you dipped your head in a nod. “Thomas’ll get you all hooked up, and Squad is going on, Truck is going to start trying to put out some of these flames, and cut the power inside.” He patted Chuck on the shoulder, before the young boy was waving at you, and the Lieutenant you were left with turned to the vehicle he commanded, opening up one of the hatches.

“It’s going to be really smoky in there, so try and keep your eyes on me, okay?” you nodded your head, dropping your back to the ground as you accepted the jacket that Thomas was holding out to you, tugging it over your shoulders, but not bothering to fasten it up just yet. A pair of pants followed, and you pulled them on over the top of your uniform trousers, adjusting them around your waist with the little toggle, and zipping up the heavy-duty jacket to protect yourself, already beginning to feel overheated. “If you lose sight of me, just start flashing this torch on your shoulder, and I’ll come find you, alright? You won’t be able to see much more than a few metres in front of yourself.”

He lifted your hand up, palm closing over the top of your own, and making sure you could feel the large button on the side under the tip of your finger, waiting for you to confirm it, before letting go.

Toeing off your shoes, you left them in a mismatched set by one of the wheels, and taking the boots from Thomas that he offered you. Sitting on the floor to put them on, you adjusted them on your feet, gasping a little at the fit.

“These boots fit my feet!”

He glanced down at you, smirking a little, and nodding his head. “I know, I ordered a pair of boots that were the right size for you a few weeks ago, so that you don’t trip as much wearing the men’s boots. Brenda chewed my ear off about you not having any.” You beamed, lacing them up tightly and tucking the laces inside of the shoes securely, before taking the hands Thomas had outstretched to you, and letting him pull you back up to your feet.

“They’re really comfortable. Much better.”

“I’m glad.” He held out a glove for you, letting you slip your fingers into it and fastening it tightly around your wrist at the toggle, before tucking it under the edge of the sleeve. He repeated it with the other hand, tightening it at your wrist and tucking it into the sleeve, and you were almost entirely suited up. “You’re going to have a lot on your back with the oxygen tank and your bag, you gonna’ be okay?”

You took the tank for him, the weight of it straining your arms little, but you adjusted it over your shoulders, a mask following it, and you gripped it in your hand, using the other to retrieve your medkit. “I’ll be alright, as long as we aren’t in there for too long.” It was a struggle for you to get it over the top of the tank, and Thomas chuckled as he watched you go, before finally, you had it adjusted, and you just hoped there was always going to be somewhere near you if you needed something from inside, instead of having to take it on and off.

“It’s my aim to get us in and out as quickly as possible. There’s going to be a lot of flammables in there, and the police are going to need to go in and gather evidence, Minho’s our resident arson expert, so he’ll stay behind and help check whether it’s an accident or not, but we need to sweep for anyone in there.”

“You think there will be?”

“Honestly?” He looked at the building, placing a helmet onto your head as soon as you had adjusted your mask, and he shook his head. “No, I don’t. Normally when this happens, people are more eager to just run, and try to tend to the wounds themselves. They don’t want to stick around and be arrested, but we have to check, in case they’re unconscious.”

He pulled his mask down over his own head, placing a hand on your upper arm once his helmet was on, a loose hold as he guided you toward the house, his grip slipping down to your forearm instead, and once he was approaching the door, the rest of truck already waiting there, he let you go. They positioned themselves on either side of the door, and you copied those motions, moving to stand next to Fry.

Thomas turned his back to the door, looking over the crew, and giving them all a nod. Raising his foot and kicking hard backwards, the wood around the door splintered, flying open into a horror scene of flames and smoke, which rapidly curled out around him as he paced forwards to avoid the heat.

He had been correct, you could barely see inside of the doorway, grey and orange filling your sights, and you paused, watching as the smoke seemed to swallow up every firefighter that walked inside. Thomas was left standing next to you, seeming to sense your hesitation, and he reached across to turn on the torch on your shoulder, lighting it up as his own followed, before he was giving you a nod, and encouraging you into the house.

You followed closely behind him, the sound of your own breathing within the mask filling your ears, heart racing, and you felt as though you were in some kind of sci-fi movie, stepping into an alternate reality as only three feet into the smoke, the light from the outside world was blocked out, darkness taking over, only lit up by the torches. It took you a moment to adjust, admiring how the rest of the Squad team managed to jump straight into action, adjusting to it without restraint.

Much before this house, you had never been inside of a burning building before, the teams you’d worked with never seemed to flow this well, or perhaps they did and you’d just never stuck around long enough to notice, but with your house and crew, it felt like a well-oiled machine, everyone having their place to make things work, and you swelled with pride and being an integral part of the functioning.

You were simply left to follow Thomas around, pausing each time he stopped to speak into the radio on his shoulder as he reported to the other teams, and you bumped into him every time he came to a sudden stop. There was evidence that this room had only recently been in use; phones left behind, mugs of tea and the remnants of charred papers that had been left out.

Melted plastic, warped furniture and charred walls, the fire glowing brightly, even through the clouds of smoke. Glass shattered at the windows around you as the team outside broke them to begin spraying water inside, attempting to cool down the heat inside, and you were sure you’d walked several laps of the downstairs as it finally came up clear. Your eyes were just beginning to adjust, to make out more than just shapes, but to actually come into focus, blurry and controlled mess clearing up to offer you a picture of the room.

Thomas paused, talking into the radio as he told his team to begin backing out, promising to do the final sweep, and you watch the various other dull lights in the room begin to flicker away as they filtered out of the building around you. Glancing around, you scuffled your toes against the floor, kicking at a piece of rubble, and you paused as you watched some of the dust a little further up move.

You blinked, staring at pieces of fallen scrap metal around a table, trying to focus back on it, and there was no movement this time. You were almost ready to give up, turning your head away, before there was a brief hint of movement once again, and you sighed. Thomas was still standing still, his back to you, and you took only a few steps away from him, trying to navigate through the flames to get a clearer look at the ash and dust clouds that were beginning to settle.

The closer you got, the more evident it became, the sound of scuffling and whimpering making you pick up your speed, concern racing through you. It went silent, the flames curling up around you, and you couldn't find the source of the noise again, finding the spot that you swore you’d seen movement going completely empty. Sighing, and shaking yourself down, the ache in your shoulders was becoming unbearable, and you rolled your head from side to side, standing back up from where you were crouched down.

Rubbing a hand at your shoulder to try and loosen it, it did little to help when you had several straps of the bag blocking your movements, and you looked back to where you had been. The spot was empty, and you swallowed thickly, knowing that with all the walking in circles you’d corn, you had no idea which way was left and which was right, or which was to go to get back out, and you couldn't see Thomas’ light anywhere in the room.

You stood back up, walking to where you’d been, and trying to get a sense of any direction he might’ve taken. Wandering forward a few feet from where you were, rows of tables lined with trays of what had once been marijuana plants was evident on either side of you, and there were over ten different ways he could have gone on his final search.

You could try calling for him, but with the noise in the room, you doubted he’d hear you, and it probably wasn’t the best bet to wander off to find him. Instead, you backed up, retracing your steps back to where you had once been, chastising yourself for having been reckless. Reaching up for the torch on your shoulder, you tried to stand as far from the flames around you as possible, flashing it steadily and continually, the heavy button making your finger cramp up after a few minutes.

You sighed, letting go of the torch and flexing your fingers for a minute, curling them and uncurling them from a fist as you tried to ease the aching, and before you could reach for it again, panic beginning to bubble up, there was a figure breaking through the smoke.

“Where the hell did you go?” His hands found your upper arms, twisting you side to side as he checked you over, and you shrugged a little in his touch, enough relief upon seeing him to make your knees buckle a little as your anxiety began to settle, and you could hear the disappointment laced in his tone. “I told you to stick with me, this is a burning building, you can’t just wander off-”

“I’m sorry.” His words died out, fading out on a sigh as his shoulders slumped, his touch falling away from your arms. “I thought I saw movement, I could have sworn that I did, but there was nothing there. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I was just worried. I didn't want you to get hurt, alright?” you nodded, choking back the lump of emotions in your throat, and he glanced over your shoulder. “Where did you see movement?”

You twisted, pointing to the collapsed pile of metal plating and desks. “It was nothing, I checked it out, I couldn't see much.”

“Follow the pathway, alright? Straight ahead, Brenda will come and meet you, alright?” He squeezed at your shoulder, hand sliding down to find your hand, and he squeezed it again, tugging you a little closer. “Just walk straight ahead, and I’ll double-check for you, alright? Straight ahead until you see Bren, you go this.”

You squeezed his hand back, both in acknowledgement and in thanks, knowing he was doing this just to ease your concern, and then, he was brushing past you, and you were following his guidance, cautious steps in a straight line forwards, searching for Brenda.

Her figure made itself known, the smoke thinning near the doorway as the flames surrounding the entrance were being extinguished by the firefighters outside, and she reached a hand out to you. Slipping your gloved hand into hers, a little sigh of relief left you, your entire body aching from stress, and the weight of the equipment you were carrying. As soon as you cleared the wall of smoke, stepping out into bright and burning daylight, you hissed a little as your eyes adjusted, having acclimated to just how dark it had gotten inside of the burning shed.

You stumbled down the steps, gasping a little as you finally reached the bottom, bracing your hands on your knees. Dropping your helmet to the ground, it rolled away a little bit, and your skin felt sticky with sweat, hating how overheated you always felt in the suits, only after you ever left the building. An unusual phenomenon, but it was starting to form a pattern. As it clattered away across the ground, you lifted your helmet up and off of your face, flushed cheeks cooling as soon as the wind swept over them, and the acrid smell of burning and charred wood met your nose.

“You gotta’ work out more.”

“I carry a ten-pound bag and push a stretcher, I’m perfectly in shape for my job.” You muttered, Brenda laughing a little as she patted at your shoulder, before letting you stand up straight. She helped to lift the oxygen tank down from your shoulders, and as the weight slipped away, you swayed a little, catching your balance and sighing out in relief. Your med-kit fell to the floor, and you rubbed a hand at each shoulder to ease tense muscles, already planning the hot bath with muscle soak powder that you’d be taking as soon as you got home.

As you picked it back up, stepping away from the building, you shucked off the oversized jacket you wore too, padding over to where Brenda was unpacking your equipment into the truck, your sock-clad feet pressing to the concrete for a second as you handed over your boots, before pushing your toes back into your sneakers and flexing them a little. Leaning on the side of the truck, you glanced over at the doorway, worrying your lip a little as you waited to see Thomas emerging. It was a few seconds longer, and you filled the time with tying your laces, before he was finally revealing himself to your view.

There was nobody with him, not that you could see, and yet as the floorboards creaked under his weight, you could make out the squirming package in his arms, a charred blanket wrapped around whatever it is, and your breathing seemed to stop entirely. Your feet were moving underneath you as you made your way over to him, his feet carrying him to a stop before you, and you hesitated for only a second as your hands hovered over the smoking fabric, before you were pinching the edge of it, and peeling it back.

You were stuck between relieved and pitying at the little face staring back at you. The immense fear that it had been a baby, was something that had made your entire body stiffen and blood run cold, and you relaxed a little as you looked down at the bundle, but it didn't make you feel any less upset about what you saw. Burned and raw flesh in a few patches, golden fur stained with ash and black soot, and scared eyes as the animal cowered in Thomas’ hold, shaking violently, and your jaw dropped.

You couldn't see Thomas’ face very clearly as you looked up to him, more your own reflection in the ash stained glass of his mask, and you reached up, taking his helmet from his head to free matted brown strands, hands on each side of his face to peel the mask away to follow, dropping both items down to the pavement, and his eyes were just as wide as your own as he stared back, in total shock.

“You were right. There was someone else in there.”

“Who would leave a puppy in there? What kind of monster would do that, Thomas?” Your voice cracked a little as you spoke, reaching a hand out slowly to the animal to let it sniff your hand, and it trembled for a second, face turned away, before giving in. You expected a nip, or a growl, or simply to be ignored, but as you held your hand out for the dog, it leaned in, a dry nose pressing to your hand as you were sniffed, before a dry and rough tongue was following in a weak lick, and you gasped a little as it rubbed the edge of an unharmed face over your fingers. “Oh, you’re just a sweetie, aren’t you?”

“It has some burns and some scratches, but I think it’ll be alright.”

His tone was hopeful, and you nodded your head, trying your best to believe it. “Bring it over to the ambulance, I’ll see what I can do with what we have.” He only nodded, following after you in a slow walk to the back of the truck. The crowd had been cleared, the police keeping the few nosey stranglers back, but Newt was packing away medical equipment as you opened the door.

His eyes went wide, jaw dropping a little as he took in the armful that Thomas was holding, now squirming a little more, and after a moment to process it, his face little up like sunshine. “Is that a puppy?”

“Yes! Someone left it in there, can you believe that?” Newt scowled at the mere idea, his eyes flicking up to glare at the house, before he was hopping down from the ambulance to sit on the edge, and holding his arms out for the bundle. The animal whimpered a little as he was handed from Thomas to Newt, before it was nosing at the spot underneath Newt’s jaw, learning his scent as well, and the blond chuckled, becoming lost in the interactions with the dog. Turning to face Thomas, he had a hint of a smile on his lips as he watched the scene. “You have water bottles in the truck, right?”

“A couple. You want one?”

“Yeah, I can try and get some water into this little guy, and put some cream on those burns, but he’s going to need a vet.” You turned to look at the animal, reaching out to scratch lightly on the top of its head, and it let out a strained yip at the affections, tail wagging slightly. “I’ll take him. By the time we get back, our shift will have finished, and I’ll find a vet still open.”

“Can I come with you?”

Your eyes snapped back to him, brows raising a little bit, and you found yourself at a loss for words. “To the, uh, vets?” He only nodded, and you swallowed thickly, processing the idea, before shrugging. You were certain that you were on better terms with Thomas now, it had been months since you’d last had a real argument, save the bickering over her got the last biscuit or the best seat on the couch every now and then, and you were starting to get along well. It couldn't be that bad, right? “Sure, yeah. That’d be really nice, actually.”

“Yeah?” He raised a brow.

“Some company, I mean. So I’m not alone, I’d like your company. I mean, anyone’s company would be nice, but yours especially.” He grinned, more like a toothy smirk, and you flushed with what from head to toe. “Oh, fuck off, just go and get the water.”

The look on his face didn’t fade, chuckling a little as he stepped back. “You got it, sweetheart, I’ll be right back.”

You scoffed at the pet name, knowing that he was just teasing you further for falling over your words, and you spun on your heel to face Newt again, his eyes already fixed on you, and you glared. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“But you were going to.” You mumbled, hearing him cackle a laugh as well, and you clambered past him into the ambulance to find something you could use as a bowl to put some water in. Newt got out, moving to sit on the concrete instead as you search through the containers, the scuffing of boots on the floor signalling that Thomas had returned, and you didn’t bother to look, unscrewing the cap of an unopened jar, and decided that it was deep enough to form a bowl.

You handed it out, the boys fawning over the animal as they filled the tub with water and it dove in eagerly. You searched for your bag, finding the cream, and trying to treat the wounds as best you could without causing it any further pain, before the team was beginning to filter over. Once the job was done, as each person progressively checked off their duties, you were joined, until the entire team was gathered around the puppy, who seemed to be soaking up the attention as it received pets and head scratches, cooing and aww-ing from all of them, until you were surrounded, and there was a due time to start getting the engines back.

You had to say goodbye to the pet temporarily, knowing that it would need to ride back in a firetruck, as none of the firemen were allergic, but it would be unhygienic and unprofessional to have it ride in the ambulance with you.

Your partner spent the ride back smirking, not bothering to say anything but glancing at you every so often for the interaction you’d had, prodding you a little bit with subtle questions about which vet you would go to, and what happened inside of the building, and whether you were going to keep the dog or if Thomas would, all of which you promptly ignored.

The trucks were already back, and a group of the firefighters were out in the main foyer playing with the dog when you pulled up, watching as they backed out of the space for the ambulance to reverse into. Some were in their casual-wear, some had yet to get changed, and yet all of them were full of a renewed glee at the idea of seeing the dog, and you almost felt bad for bringing it to an end.

You let them have a little longer, a symphony of different names flying around in their air as everybody seemed to have an opinion, and you made your way to the changing rooms. Grabbing your hoodie, you swapped out your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and slipping it down your arms before slipping the baggy material of your hoodie over your head. Your trousers followed, folded neatly on the smooth and smart material to take home, resting on the bench, before kicking off your sneakers and sitting down long enough to tug the cold and stiff denim of your jeans up your legs.

Just as you were buttoning them back up, the door was slamming open, and you jumped a little as a bundle of fur came zooming in ahead of the body to follow, like an entirely new puppy as he had some water in his system, and some leftover meat from the sandwiches that Frypan had been making earlier in the day.

You cursed a little at the shock, a hand resting over your heart, and you sighed as it leapt underneath your palm. Shifting down to the button on your jeans after only a second, and fastening it up, a taller figure leaning against the lockers.

“Damn, did I miss the cute panties again?”

“Oh, shut it, Thomas.” You scowled, and he grinned a little as you avoided his eye, grabbing your bag and packing your work clothes into it, before sitting down to put your shoes back on, and you finally looked back up at him. He had already changed, it seemed, his casual clothes adorning his figure rather than the usual ‘Firehouse 21’ tee, and he’d swapped the heavy-duty pants and suspenders for a pair of skinny khakis. “What’s with the rope?”

He came to sit at the other end of the bench, lifting the aforementioned bundle down from his shoulder, and placing it before you. “This dog is a little erratic, I figured we’d need a little harness for actually getting it to the vets.”

You cocked a brow, smirking a little bit as you finished lacing your shoes, and letting a leg sit on either side as you faced him. “Oh, and you think you can make a whole harness and lead out of a piece of rope?”

“I don’t think I can, I know I can.” He seemed to have taken your challenge, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting a little as he laid out the rope before himself, beginning to shift it and twist it into different sections. You didn’t see anything within it, random knots and a tangled mess seeming to come together, and he worked on it for a few minutes, determination filling him, and your smugness only grew as you prepared for the ‘I told you so’ that you’d be delivering.

That moment never came, however, because as he finished up, laying what looked like a bundle of knots and twists to you, it began to take shape, space for four little legs to slip through, a band running down it’s back and a rope that could be held onto connected at one end to sit over shoulder blades, and your jaw dropped.

“I told you so.” The words were stolen from you, and you glowered a little, a finger coming up to rest under your chin, pressing your lips back closed as he smirked. “Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’m a firehouse lieutenant, it’s my job to be good with knots.” He licked over his lips, your eyes fixed on his as a twinkle flashed through them. “I’m great at tying things up.”

He winked, and you scoffed again, turning away from him and taking the rope from his hands as you moved to find the puppy, he was biting at one of the shoer curtains and pulling it up and down the railing. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today. You’re so cheeky, cut it out, I’m not used to it.”

Your words were thrown over your shoulder as you made your way over to the dog, trying to navigate little paws through the holes as it squirmed, and his laugh bounced from all of the walls. “Can’t help it, I think it’s kinda’ funny when you blush, and it’s definitely cute. To think, we spent all that time arguing, and all I had to do get you to shut up with your witty comment and stinging insults was flirt with you and throw in a few dirty jokes.”

“You’re the absolute worst.” You grumbled, and he grinned a little more, taking the rope from your hands and wrapping it around his own as the dog pulled on the harness, eager for movement once again. That only seemed to further his amusement, and you grabbed your bag, reaching into the side pocket for your keys, only to remember that you’d been dropped off this morning, and so you lifted the bag onto your shoulder instead. “We’re taking your car.”

“But my seats are leather.” His words were whiny, and you chuckled, holding open the door for them both. Your little group moved through the firehouse, greeting the staff of the other teams that had taken over, trying to be polite, a subtle nod or quiet ‘hello’ as you passed through, before he was leading you over to his car, and holding open the passenger seat door for you. Dropping your bag down on the back seat, you settled in, a soft noise leaving you as the puppy clambered up into your lap. “You better hold onto that dog, because if my seats get all shredded up, I’ll be gutted.”

“Yeah, yeah; fancy leather seats.” You mocked, a grin on your face, and he scowled falsely, slamming the door shut a little as you chuckled as he flipped you off while rounding the car, biting on the inside of his cheek to contain his amusement. Settling in himself, you strapped yourself in, making sure that you adjusted the safety-belt over the dog in your lap too, who had managed to sit down, tail wagging as it panted happily, and you avoided all the sore spots still littering its skin. “You want me to google a vet? I don’t really know anywhere around here like that, but I can search for one?”

“There’s one not far from where I live, so we can head there.”

He started up the engine, hand on the gearstick as he reversed out of the spot and edges slowly towards the road as the car warmed up, and you considered the matter. “We should find one near my place, so you don’t have to drive all the way across town to drop me off afterwards.”

“I don’t mind.” His eyes flicked up to the mirrors, checking everything he was seeing as he left the parking lot and joined the traffic on the road, and you sighed, twisting to face him a little more.

“Yeah, but, it would waste time in your evening, and your fuel, and-”

“I don’t mind.” He turned to look at you, eyes meeting yours for a split second, whiskey-coloured eyes showing only honesty, replacing the cheeky look he’d held moments prior. You sighed, watching him for a moment longer, and he turned back to the road, your eyes sweeping along the defined line of his jaw, the upturned tip of his nose form the side, and the way his eyes flickered over the road before him as he navigated traffic. “Besides, if we go to the veterinarian near me, I can take him for check-ups.”

“They’ll probably have to stay overnight, they’ll want to do tests and heal them up.” You cupped the furry little face in your hands, the thumping of his tail as he wagged picking up again immediately. “Won’t they, huh, cutie? We gotta’ get you all fixed up!”

Thomas chuckled, glancing at the two of you as you kissed its little head, and you were weaving through roads you didn’t recognise, a side of the city you’d never ventured to before, but you weren’t all that surprised by it, because you’d barely adventured anywhere. Now you’d decided to stick around for a while, you should probably learn a little more about where you were living.

“I’ve never been here before.” You looked out of the window, the light in the sky beginning to fade into dusk. “This neighbourhood, I mean. Well, this side of the city, really.”

“You don’t get out much, huh?”

“I moved around a lot, didn’t really seem like it was worth learning an area when I didn’t know how long I was going to stay.” Silence formed between you for a while, the scenery flashing by, streetlights slowly beginning to turn on and warm up, and it wasn’t until the car was pulling to a halt in front of a small veterinary surgery that only had a few people milling around behind the glass windows, quiet and calm. Thomas turned to you upon unclipping his seatbelt, and the silence carried for another second or two, but now with more weight on, as you waited for him to speak.

“I’d be happy to show you around, sometime. If you choose to stick around with us. I can show you some of my favourite places, and I just know Newt would want to tag along and show off his hang-outs too.”

You smiled, watching as he shrugged, getting out of the car and walking around to open your door for you. Standing up, he took the lead, the bouncing puppy sniffing the ground curiously. “I’d like that, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime.”

“I hope you do.” He locked the car, the two of you walking quietly, side by side, up the ramp and through the door, the ball overhead jingling a little as you entered.

There was a blonde behind the desk, curly hair and dark painted lips as she looked up, eyes flicking over the pair of you, before her eyes were moving down to the dog; a single, well-manicured brow lifting in questioning.

You looked between her and the dog as you approached, wondering what brought on the look that was on her face, before realising that you’d grown so accustomed to the state of the dog that the initial shock had worn off, and you gasped a little as you approached the desk, her hand closing over the phone, a scowl forming on her features.

“We didn’t do that to the dog!”

She paused, and Thomas turned to look at you, confusion portrayed on his face, before he was reading the room, his eyes going wide. Neither of you was wearing your official uniforms, you were just a pair of strangers with a dog on a rope, covered in burns and cuts. He panicked, patting down his pockets as she lifted up the phone to her ear, panicking to find his wallet as he flipped it open to show the ID inside.

She took the leather from him, peering it at carefully, a long and tense second that seemed to drag on, your breath held, before her stern expression seemed to relax a little, a softer look on her face as she handed it back, placing the phone down and crossing her arms against the desktop before you both.

“We found this little guy in a house fire about two hours ago, we just finished our shift.”

“Uh-huh.” She squinted, before she was turning to the computer, long and perfectly maintained nails typing on the keyboard as she created a file for the little creature. “Name?”

“Uh, well, we haven’t given it one.” Thomas stuttered, and she smirked a little, turning to look at you both a little clearer.

“I meant your name, for the file.”

He blushed, red twinging his cheeks as his jaw snapped shut, and you tried to contain your laugh. “His name is Thomas Stephens. With a ‘P-H’, not a ‘V’.” She nodded her head, and Thomas nudged you with his elbow gently, a quiet thanks as his cheeks remained heated. He cleared his throat, choking back the lump in his throat.

“Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She paused for only a second, before she was typing that too, and you turned to look at him, one of his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “We should both be on file, to look after the little guy. He’s our responsibility now.”

“And you said that you found him in a house fire today?”

You snapped away from Thomas, looking back to the blonde receptionist, who was still typing at her computer as she filled in details, waiting for you to continue. “Oh, yes! Not too bad, a little singed around the edges but that’s all. First-degree skin wounds, nothing deep into muscle tissue, except for a few second-degrees. It was severely dehydrated and a little woozy from the heat, but we gave ‘em some water and got some food in ‘em, and the pup got its energy back.” She stopped her typing, turning to stare at you. “No disorientation or dizziness that I can tell, so I don’t think there’s lasting brain trauma, but the woofing is a little raspy, probably some internal burning from smoke inhalation.”

“I take it you’re the paramedic, then?” It was your turn to be slightly embarrassed now, Thomas staring at you wide-eyed for your spiel, and she was watching you intently, and you only nodded your head in confirmation. “I’m impressed. I’ll let the doc’ know it all. How about you hand me over the dog, I’ll take him into the back, and you two can wait out here. I’ll be back out in a few minutes, alright?”

You were almost reluctant to hand him over, but Thomas gave her the makeshift leash, and she walked him away, the two of you taking a seat on the cushioned chairs in the waiting room, posters up around on the walls to show information and promotions on pet-care.

Sinking down next to him, you let out a sigh, a little achy all over from the stress of the day, and you were looking forward to simply relaxing. Your head rolled to the side, to find Thomas picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of his hoodie, seeming to sense your lingering gaze, his head twisting to catch your eye. He returned the gaze, curiosity unspoken between you both as he waited for you to speak, and it took you a moment to form words.

“What are we gonna’ do with it, Thomas?”

“The dog?” He mumbled dumbly, and you only nodded your head. “I’m sure they know a selection of excellent shelters who would be able to find it a good home and look after it once we sign it over, and it’ll find a great home.” You sighed, not too sure why you were so disappointed by the answer, your sights turning forwards to look over the posters on the walls once again.

A quiet settled over you both, nothing tense or uncomfortable, but simply companionable, and your mind drifted to the excited little animal that was taking over your mind, closed behind a door for its initial examination.

“The team seemed to really like the dog.” You jumped a little at his sudden voice, twisting a little to face him again, hope fluttering through your nerves. “Maybe they’d like a house dog?”

“Really?” You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your features, and he chuckled a little, sights sweeping over your face, before his head was ducking a little, and he grinned, warm cheeks when he lifted his head again.

“Yeah, nobody has an allergy, the kids that visit would love it, and I know Vince would be on board, he’s always talked about a house dog.” He dared to lift a hand, pausing for a second, and you glanced down, his hand settling over yours on the arm of the chair to squeeze lightly. “Plus, you looked so down when you thought you didn’t get to keep him. I didn’t like that.”

You paused, processing his words, and nothing else needed to be said, his attention moving to the tiles in front of his feet as his legs stretched out, getting comfortable for the wait. As you sat here, you couldn't help but be thankful that he was here with you, because this was an experience you wouldn't want to be going through alone, and somehow, it felt right to be here with him of all people. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“It’s not definite, yet, I’d still have to talk to everyone at the house and to Vince, and start a pool of funds, b-”

“No, not for the dog.” His jaw snapped shut, confusion on slightly pouted lips once again as he tried to process his thoughts. “Today, you believed me. There was nothing to suggest there was anyone there, and you put yourself in danger just to check for me.”

“You were right last time, with the woman in the house, trapped under the rubble? The kid who fell? You’ve been right about these things before.”

You shook your head. “This is different. You stayed behind because I insisted on it, you trusted me, you didn’t have to, but you did. Thank you for trusting me, Thomas.”

He only nodded, swallowing thickly, and you turned your hand underneath his, parting your fingers a little. His lips turned up at the edges, the tips of his fingers smoothing over your palm as they straightened out, before his fingers were weaving loosely through your own. “You can call me Tommy, y’know.”

“Huh?”

“You always call me Thomas.” His fingers tightened a little, and you crooked your own to wrap around his hand lightly. “Everyone calls me Tommy. You can too, if you want.”

“Okay.” He hummed, fingers twitching with your own, before he was lifting your hand enough to let his fingers weave with your own entirely, to sit connected on the chair between you both, and you held onto him equally as tightly. “Tommy?”

“Yeah?” There was a slightly higher pitch to his voice, a sweet look on his face at the sound of you using his nickname, and your chest flushed with heat at the idea you’d been able to bring him such a little joy so effortlessly.

“Thanks for being here with me.”

“My pleasure.” You only nodded, gaze remaining connected with his as his smile became fully formed, flashes of white teeth as it became a beam, and you couldn't help but return it. You jumped at the clearing of a throat, eyes closing as you suppressed the urge to curse in shock, having had enough of jump-scares and fear for today.

“Does one of you want to come in with me?” Both your and Thomas’ attention moved to her, and she was standing before you both, hands crossed behind her back as her eyes flicked between you. “We’re going to keep him in overnight, doc’ wants to put him under some anaesthesia so we can properly treat the wounds that are a little more severe and so some stitches, so one of you can go and keep him calm as he goes under. I need one of you to stay here and fill out some forms.”

You turned to look at Thomas, questioning silently, and he gave a smile, squeezing your hand tightly, before letting it go so your fingers could slip free. “You go ahead, I’ll fill out the forms, and I’ll wait right here.”

“You sure?”

“Totally. Go make sure our little puppy goes to sleep comfortably.” You nodded, standing up to follow the girl, and seeking a reassuring glance from Thomas over your shoulder, before you were disappearing around the corner and into an examination room, and he was cut from your views.

The dog was laying across the table, looking calmer now, but he perked up considerably upon seeing you. There was a set of weighing scales out, and a needle filled with a dose already, alongside a clipboard and a pen on a sheet that was half filled out.

The doctor was wearing a set of plastic gloves, slipping one from his wrist as he shook your hand, giving you his name, but you knew your mind was spinning far too much right now to remember it. You moved forward, scratching at the dog's ears to soothe it, it’s head tipping into your hands as it woofed happily, tail thumping against the table.

“What I’m going to do is use a general anaesthetic to put him under, so that I can get these stitches in and disinfect these wounds without him feeling it. I’ve weighed him, and surprisingly for the dogs I’ve seen come from these backgrounds, he’s actually on his target weight.” You nodded, trying to retain the information, and knowing that it was all good news. “I also want to take some blood samples, just to get an idea of what we have going on, since there’s no history, but he seems better than just ‘okay’ to me. We’ll keep him overnight for observations, as I’m sure my nurse has told you.”

“She did.”

“Have you decided what you want to do with him?” You scratched lightly at his hair, heart clenching a little at the whimper he let out as a needle slipped into his skin, but he was relaxing only a second later, the metal slipping free of his flesh, and his eyes growing heavy, ready to knock him out, for the time being, so he could heal properly.

“We’re kinda’ thinking we might have him as a house dog at the fire station.”

“I like that idea, a lot. It’s always motivational. This little guy has a lot of personality; it’ll be good for him to have so much attention, and so many people around him, constantly.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “He is definitely spirited, that's for sure. Only an hour after he’d left the building, he was already getting his energy back at the station. Some water and a snack, and he was bursting at the seams to run.”

“I can tell, he gave me a real struggle to settle him down.” He was growing tired, breathing growing soft and deeper as he calmed a little, his racing heart steadying out, and you hoped that some good sleep was exactly what he needed to heal. “I'll give you a list of his medicines and puppy suitable foods to help him develop, and when you come back for him, I’ll have a schedule made for the house. It can be hard to keep a dog within healthy weight and fitness boundaries with different teams who don’t get to communicate, so I’ll make a rota.”

“That’s great, thank you.”

“You are truly welcome. I’m going to have to shave him in some patches, but it should grow back in a month or so.” You nodded, a few more minutes passing, and you realised that there was nothing else to be added, the dog having drifted off, and the vet was simply giving you a few more minutes to accept it all. “When you’re ready, you can sign off at the desk, and we’ll give you a call in a day or two when he’s ready for collection.”

You nodded, taking a few more seconds yourself brushing your fingers over soft fur, before backing away, tearing your eyes from the dog you’d grown such a sudden attachment to, before you were opening the door, and closing it again.

As you made your way along the corridor, Thomas was standing at the desk, frowning at various paperwork that he was filling out, signing his signature at various spots and filling out any details that were needed. Taking up space by his side, his attention moved to you for just a moment, a soft smile directed your way, before he was moving back to the paperwork, and you leant on the edge of the desk, watching the pen move as he filled it out.

“Have you got a name?”

“I thought we already gave you our names?” Thomas echoed, an adorable confusion to his voice, and the nurse smirked a little.

“I’m talking about the dog.” She clarified, and he blushed a deep red once again, scowling as he went back to the paperwork, a mumble of ‘of course you are’ under his breath, and you bit back your laughter. “I’ll give you a moment to think about it, I’ll go and photocopy your forms.”

She took the paperwork from him as he finished it, and he turned to face you, embarrassment dying down. “How about ‘Champ’?” Your face screwed up at the idea, knowing it was a common name and not something that suited his personality at all, and Thomas seemed to agree, his own face mirroring yours as he thought on it longer. “How about ‘Dexter’?”

“That seems so aggressive. He’s a sweetie, he’s just excited.” He nodded, silence falling between you both again. “What do you think about ‘Scooter’?”

“It’s certainly interesting.” He hummed, and your head tipped to the side, trying to explain why the name had come to you;

“I don’t know, it just felt right. It feels like an energetic but fun name, and that's what he feels like.” Thomas clicked the pen shut, the woman walking back into the room, a brown envelope with the word ‘dog forms’ written across the front sliding to sit on the glass before you both.

“Have we chosen a name, yet?”

She sat down in her seat, bringing the computer back to life and typing in her password to complete the registration. “I think we just settled on ‘Scooter’.”

“We did?” You echoed a little, staring up at Thomas, who only nodded to the blonde nurse, who smiled to herself as she completed the forms. Lifting the card reader up onto the top of the desk, the small registration fee and covering of the original medicines and treatments were completed, and you promised to forward half of the costs to Thomas as soon as you could while he punched his PIN into the device.

She finished it all up, stapling the bundle of receipts to the copy of the forms, and just like that, you were stepping back out into the cold air, minus a dog, but plus a pet.

Sinking down into the passenger seat beside Thomas, he started up the car, and as he pulled out of the parking lot, you couldn't help but notice the darkness that had taken over. What had been a pastel sky when you’d entered the establishment was now deep tones of blue fading into black, the moon string in the sky to be accompanied by an array of twinkling stars.

You offered him your address, the city melting away beside you as the radio played, idle chatter filling the silence between you both on the drive. He would often pause the conversation to point out somewhere he liked; a restaurant, an activity, a shop or simply a building with a memory for him, all following with a list of reasons why he thought you should visit it someday, some even coming with a promise to show it to you himself.

When you finally pulled up in front of your building, Thomas peered up at it, stepping out of the car as you did, and rounding to the backseat to grab your back for you as the car sat on the curb, engine still running to keep warm. “This is me, that third window up on the left.” You pointed up to it, the glass dark in an apartment with all of the lights off, the living room window that looked out onto the street would soon be flooded with lights, only minutes away from finally getting to relax and unwind from a busy day. “Thanks for driving me home, and coming out with me. It was nice to have company.”

“I had fun, I wanted to come. It was really no trouble.” He rocked on the balls of his feet, hands shoved into his pockets, and you weren’t sure what else to say to fill the silence as he simply nodded to your words, hands pushed into his pockets. “I’ll see you soon, on our next shift?”

You could only hum your agreement, mind shifting to remember when it was that you were due on shift again, your mind coming up blank with your exhaustion. You waited longer, his eyes fixed on you, intently, but you couldn't seem to decipher what was laying within them, and after a while you gave up trying to. “Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight.” He smiles, shoulders slumping a little, and you headed back up towards the door of the main building, pulling your bag around from your side to open the pocket on the front, and fish out the keys, pausing at the top stop as you found them, and tried to find the one for the main building.

Shoes shuffled against the concrete behind you, up the steps, and you turned to face Thomas, unsure of what to say to question him, but something to you he had his own agenda, and not to rush him. He waited for a second longer, the correct key inched between two fingers now as the rest jingled where they hung, and your eyes remained locked with his as you waited.

A hand came up to rest over your cheek, a soft smile on his face as he took a shaky inhale, before your head was being tipped to the side a little. Hot breath washed over your skin, his body stepping in close enough that his own heat was enough to warm you. The tip of his nose dragged over your cheek, enough to make your breath hitch, before soft lips were pressing to your skin. A sweet kiss that a shy blush flood your features, his lips lingering a second longer than you expected, before was pulling back, an equal blush visible on his face, but a bashful expression none the less as he pulled away.

You felt cold as he stepped back, the hand from your waist falling away and you weren’t sure when it had even landed there, as the hand on your other cheek dropped away too, and he licked over his lower lip, nibbling on it to contain the sunny expression threatening to take over as he backed down the steps.

“Now it's a good night. I’ll be seeing you.” He gave a little wave, before he was jogging back to his car, and you watched him go, a little shocked and a little confused, heart racing in your chest as you opened the door to the main building and stepped inside, hearing his engine rev as he pulled away.

It was all too much to handle at the moment, a hot bath and some emotional unwinding from the chaotic day that it had been much needed before you could even think about beginning to unpick whatever it was that was going on now. Kicking off your shoes the second the door was open, the only decision you wanted to make right now was whether you wanted food or your pyjamas first.

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I Only Swim Free: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve done swimming all your life. You’ve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.

Warning: Alcohol/Drinking, Introverted-ness (At Parties), jealousy/slight-heartbreak

A/N: Rather than having this be a one chapter story, I decided to make this thing a whole series!

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“This Photo assignment is due next class, make sure there is no slacking off,” Your Photo professor announces, “Now, that will be all for today, I can’t wait to see what you students will come up with.”

As you finish up your last class of the day, you grab a quick bite to eat before you headed off to the sports facility for practice.

The Assignment: You are to create a collage of photos taken on your DSLR camera. However, they need to be edited in some way. The theme and the way of editing is entirely up to students.

You go down the list of options in your head as you get yourself changed into your new swimsuit. You feel a slight tap on your shoulder, making you lose your train of thought.

“Hey y/n,” Bela smiles, “I just want to apologize for not letting you finish yesterday. My boyfriend he’s- the worst at timing. What was it that you wanted to ask me yesterday?”

A date... I want to ask you on a date Bela...

“Oh don’t worry about it,” You lie, “It was nothing important anyway.”

“Okay,” She says, “Hey do you have any plans tomorrow night?”

“No, don’t think so... Why?” You ask

“My boyfriend’s fraternity house is throwing some huge party and I was wondering if you would like to show up... With me,” Bela explains

“Wouldn’t that be a question for your boyfriend?” You ask out of pure curiosity

“He’s apart if the fraternity silly,” Bela giggles, “I don’t want to be showing up alone. so, how about it?”

She’s going to be the one leaving you alone for her boyfriend... Won’t she?

“Okay,” You answer unconsciously

“Great,” she smiles, “I’ll pick you up around six tomorrow.”

You watch her walk up to the coach and you follow the rest of the girls to begin practice.

After practice that evening, you only rinsed out your hair in hopes to avoid Bela. However, once you had just gotten out of the shower, you realized you unconsciously did your “post-swim shower routine”. So you didn’t rush out of there.

“You okay y/n?” Bela asks

She was wearing her undergarments that time so you were slightly thankful.

“Yeah-yeah,” You sigh

“Are you sure?” She asks

“Yeah, practice is different from high school,” You say, changing the subject, hoping Bela wouldn’t notice how you felt about yesterday

“Oh- I just remembered,” Bela says, reaching into her bag

You look over and notice that your hoodie is in her hands. You had too many already...

“Keep it,” You say, “You make it look good better than me anyway.”

“Even if my name isn’t on here?” She asks

“Definitely,” You smile, holding the locker room door open for her, “Besides, doing indoor percussion for almost nine years now gets you to own too many hoodies.”

“Nine years?!” Bela asks

You nod, “Fun fact, after high school swim season for the girls’ team, I’d turn to music and participate in indoor percussion.”

“Do you still do it? Indoor Percussion?” Bela asks

“Yeah,” You say, “I currently have a contract with a top tier world class percussion ensemble for this coming season.”

“That’s awesome y/n,” Bela smiles, “I’ve never been to one of those kinds of shows.”

“Well, I juts might bring you along,” You suggest, “It’s fun to watch.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” She smiles

Her boyfriend yet again pulls up to the both of you. You watch her drive off with him as your heart sinks again.

Why are you feeling this way when you clearly know she has a boyfriend? Grow up kid...

You walk to your car once more and decide to treat yourself out for something to eat.

Once you got back to your studio apartment, you felt your phone vibrate. When you open it up you see a text message from an unsaved number.

Hey, it’s Bela. This is y/n’s number right?

Hey, yeah. That’s my number.

Despite knowing she has a boyfriend, you enjoy talking to her. Like friends. Right?

The next day you focused on school work however, putting off the photo assignment as you haven’t gotten a clue on what to do. However, you see your phone’s screen light up again and see a message from Bela.

Hey, just a reminder, just dress like you’re going to the club.

Okay, got it.

You stand up from your couch, declaring that was enough homework for the rest of the night, you go through your closet and spot an outfit; red crop tank top/lace bralette combo, ripped skinny jeans, dr. martens and a leather jacket to top it all off.

Perfect. Wait until Bela sees you.

When you finally put on your leather jacket, you decided to put on some dark red lipstick to give more ‘oomf’ to your look. When you had finished applying it, you hear your phone ring. You look over and see Bela’s icon on the screen. You unlock your phone and hold it up to your ear.

“Hey I’m here,” Bela says from the other end of your phone

“Great, I’ll be down in a second,” You say, hanging up the phone

You exit the bathroom and grab your apartment keys and exit your apartment; locking your door. You almost rush down the stairs when you see Bela’s cark park out front. You weren’t sure how Bela reacted to you when you stepped out of the apartment door however, when you got into the passenger seat, Bela was looking at you.

“Take a damn picture if you’re going to stare,” You flirt

She takes out her phone and snaps a photo. You didn’t think she’d actually do it. But, you weren’t complaining though.

“You-oh wow,” Bela say, breathlessly, “Since-since when do you dress like that?”

“Whenever I decide to look like a hot lesbian,” You say, sitting back into the passenger seat

The both of you didn’t really say much after then as Bela was focused on driving. When the both of you arrived, You get out first, just to open the door for her.

“A lesbian and a gentleman,” Bela flirts

You follow close behind her as you enter the fraternity house Bela talked about the evening before. You didn’t expect it to be packed. By the time you had fully processed a college party, Bela was no longer in front of you. Instead, in the arms of her boyfriend.

“You look like you could use a drink,” One of the fraternity boys tries to flirt with you

“No thanks,” You brush him off immediately

You begin walking away, hoping to find a spot in the party to just think.

What did we tell you kid? Now you’re alone... At a college party. You should have just lied kid...

By the time you decided to step outside it was packed too. You turned your heel and began to walk right back into the house. You had decided to avoid the party entirely now that Bela had left you for her boyfriend, yet she showed up with you, took a photo of you and flirts with you, you found a closet.

You shut the door and take a seat. Luckily you brought your own kind of music to listen to when you want to feel isolated. You weren’t sure how long you sat with your knees up to your face. But you sure as hell wanted to stand up because you could no longer feel your arse. Feeling slightly confident, you decided to go back downstairs where the main party was happening, hoping you could have some time with Bela. You didn’t see any of your swim teammates, so she was the only one you felt that you could talk to.

Fuck....

You were only halfway down the stairs when you spotted Bela’s hair in the bright light. Lips locked with her boyfriends’.

Aaaaaand we are going back up the stairs.

You had never went back up a set of stairs so fast in your life. However, you didn’t want Bela to see you looking heartbroken. You were easily seeable from the part of the stairs you were standing on. You rushed back into the same closet. Once you leaned against the wall, you realize it wasn’t a wall. It was a ladder. You took the opportunity to limb onto the roof. You were sure it wasn’t allowed but it would be better to be banned rather than watching your now crush making out with her boyfriend. You open the hatch and inhale the fresh, crisp scent of the evening air. Once you found a suitable spot along the rooftop, you scroll through your phone.

Ahhh, This is the song to listen to when all you want to do is fall apart.... Or stargaze, or both.

“All the Stars” - Kendrick Lamar/SZA

A Classic.

Although you had a whole playlist just for moments such as this one, All the Stars gave you a mixed vibe when all you want to do is to fall apart and stargaze. You turn up your music, shutting out the rest of the world. You didn’t care, you had your thoughts, your music and the whole night sky to yourself.

Bela’s POV She didn’t realize how much time went by until she looked out the window.

Oh shit it’s getting late. I have to find y/n...

“Hey babe, I’m going to look for y/n,” She says

“I’m sure the kid’s fine,” He says, drunk, “Stay baby. Please. Your boyfriend needs your attention.”

“Your boys can take care of you for now,” She says, standing up

Before she could depart from him, he forcefully grabs her wrist. In a panicked state, she draws her hand back.

“Not. Here.” Bela growls, turning her heel and leaving her boyfriend by his lonesome

She walks into the kitchen, seeing some party-goers playing beer pong.

“Have you guys seen a girl wearing a red crop top, leather jacket?” She asks

They all shake their head ‘no’. Bela rushes into the gaming area. The same response from them as well. Panicking, she checks nearly every area there was in that house. However, when she reached the top of the stairs, she barely heard anyone there. So, she checks each room to see if you were in any of them. To her dismay, no luck.

“Where did you go y/n?” she sighs, “I shouldn’t have left you alone...”

Genuinely feeling guilty, Bela picks up her phone and speed dials your number.

Y/n’s POV You groan in annoyance when your music suddenly stopped playing. However, when you looked at your phone, you freaked. Bela’s name and icon showed up. Not knowing what to do, you panic and let it go to voicemail. Hoping she would give up, you just go back into your vibe.

“Isn’t she persistent,” You talk to yourself, seeing her name and icon once more

You, again let it go to voicemail.

Bela’s POV Bela was pacing along the second floor, trying to get you to pick up but each time leading to voicemail. She was beginning to get to the point that she thought you had left. However, when she looks over to an open door, a faint light shining down. She walks into the closet and noticed the ladder leading up to the roof. She decides to check the roof as the last place to see if you were there. As soon as she poked her head through the open hatch she gasps as she sees you lying down.

Y/n’s POV You were too focused on the stars in the sky however was now blurred. As your eyes adjusted to the new darkness, you could hear Bela.

“There you are y/n I was looking for you,” She says, “You will not believe what- hey, are you okay?”

Still having your music on loud blast, you turn your head towards the horizon line; where the land meets the sky. You didn’t want her to see you like this, you had nothing to be jealous of... But here you are; jealous of Bela’s own boyfriend.

“Hey, y/n look at me,” Bela says calmly

You began feeling like melted butter as soon as Bela’s fingers gently caressed your jawline and cheek. You let her turn your head to look at her.

“What’s wrong?” She asks

You don’t say anything but you only take out one of your earbuds and hand it to her. You couldn’t find the words to tell her how you were feeling. A new song had popped on.

“Too Afraid” - MARINA

She puts in the earbud just as the song begins. One of her hands wraps around your neck while the other lingers on your cheek. You gently put your forehead against Bela’s as the both of you listen to the song together. Your hands hold onto Bela’s forearms as it hit the chorus line.

The both of you were up on the roof listening to your music for god knows how long. The both of you were lying down at that point; Your leather jacket wrapped around her, her resting against your shoulder, stargazing with you, still listening to your music together.

She’s the first one to actually listen to music with you...

“Hey, Bela,” You finally say, breaking the silence

She perches herself on her elbow, looking down at you, “Yeah?”

“Won’t your boyfriend be suspicious?” You ask, “I’d hate to see something happen to you if he-”

She places her finger against your mouth.

“Forget about him right now,” She says, “What matters more is that I need to make it up to you for leaving you alone.”

“Bela- you don’t need to do that,” You say sitting up to meet her face

“No, I want to,” She says, “That reminds me, have you eaten at all?”

You both hear your stomach gurgling from the lack of nutrient consumption.

“Guess that answers your question,” You chuckle

“I know a great 24/7 diner, wanna go?” She asks

“I’d like that Bela,” You smile

You finally had the courage to walk back into the fraternity house. Bela’s boyfriend was nowhere in sight. However, Bela doesn’t seem phased at the fact as she drags your arse out of the party and back to her car.

When the two of you arrive there, you sit in a booth near the window.

“Now would you want to tell me why you were basically gone almost all of the party?” Bela asks

“I don’t know,” You lie, but it was also the truth, “I’m not very much a party person... Especially with a bunch of strangers.”

“Then why didn’t you say so? We could have done something else,” Bela says

“I didn’t want you to have to leave your mans just to make time with me,” You sigh, sipping on your milkshake, “Besides, you looked like you are the life of the party. I.. I also can’t say no to you.”

You didn’t realize how upset you sounded when you told her how you ‘didn’t want to interrupt her time with her boyfriend just to make time for you’ bit.

“What’s your ideal ‘party’?” She asks out of the blue

“Oh? well, just having three to four friends over, we just drink, eat junk food, play super smash brothers, watch a movie watch youtubers or all three. Not in that particular order though,” You ramble on, “That’s pretty much it. Nothing special.”

“When was the last time you’ve had one of those?” She asks

“Too long,” You answer, “Why?” Are you going to do something like that one of these days?”

“Something like that yeah,” She says

After the two of you had diner food she drops you off back at your apartment.

“Thanks Bela,” You say, opening the car door

Before you could step out of the car, you could feel her hand coil around your wrist and you felt her other hand turn your face towards hers and your lips meet each other halfway. She pulls away for you to process the fact, however, you lean forward even further and your lips meet hers once more.

“Goodnight Bela,” You whisper when you pull your lips away

“Goodnight y/n,” She replies

You finally step out of her car. You don’t fully process what happened until you got into your apartment.

You just fucking kissed Bela Dimitrescu...

Chapter 3

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela is my wife #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village

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Obsession, Chapter 16

It was the dreaded day.

Tom was excited, in-fact he was ecstatic to be going home. While Robyn was even more scared than she had been at the beginning when he had first kidnapped her.

She really DID NOT want to go. She knew that would be it, as soon as he got her there it would be over. There would be no chance of escaping. Which was a terrifying thought.

But she had ran out of time.

‘Now, you have two choices. You can either come with me calmly, quietly, and sit in the front with me. Or you can misbehave and get bundled into the boot again. It’s your choice.’ Tom offered when it was late evening and dark.

Robyn looked down, she was shaking at the mere thought of it all.

‘I’ll go quietly.’ She whispered.

Tom reached out and gripped her chin, lifting her head up so she was to meet his gaze. ‘Good choice. But know this, if you scream or cause a scene of any kind, you will be straight in the boot. Tied and gagged. Is that understood?’

Robyn swallowed hard and nodded. As much as she wanted to try and make some sort of scene to get help when outside, she knew it would take a while for someone to come and help. As it was so late, everyone would be in bed. And then she would be in worse trouble with him, something she didn’t want.

He tied rope around her ankles, so she could only take small steps. To avoid her running away again. He wasn’t taking any chances of that happening.

With a hand firmly wrapped around her upper arm, after he’d packed all of his things and her small bag into the car, he led her out of the house for the last time and over to his jag. She looked longingly across the road at her home, knowing she would never see it again. It made her heart ache so badly.

‘Come on, kitten.’ He guided her round and opened the passenger door for her. She reluctantly got in and Tom leaned across her to put her seatbelt on, deliberately taking his time. Then he shut the door and headed round to the driver’s side.

‘Are you excited to see your new home, darling?’ He asked calmly when he started up the engine.

‘No.’ She said stubbornly, but sadly as she looked out the window to her house again.

Tom slid his hand into her hair and took a fistful, forcing her head round to look at him. She hissed in pain as he hurt her scalp.

‘No is not a word I ever want to hear from you, kitten.’ He snarled, narrowing his eyes at her. ‘Do I make myself clear?’

She nodded, trembling. Tom released her hair and she shrunk as far away from him as she possibly could. While he drove, she looked out of the window the entire time. Ignoring his small talk completely.

He was taking her to the other side of the city, into the suburbs. She was so shocked when they ended up in the rich area, and turned down a fancy street. The houses were all huge and had massive fences between them for privacy, which figures, she thought.

Even though she knew he had sound proofed his home, she thought he wouldn’t have needed to anyway. The gardens were huge and there was so much space between all the houses as it was.

‘Ah, home at last.’ Tom hummed as he pulled up at one of the houses near the bottom of the road. He typed the code into a key pad and the large wooden gates swung open for him to drive in.

It was a lovely house, quite modern and had a lot of large windows. Seemed like it would be very bright and airy. Tom got out his car after pulling into the garage. The garage door was just closing as he got Robyn out, she looked at the door as it closed shut. Finalising her entrapment.

Tom untied her ankles so she could walk easier. Knowing if she even got out of the house, the fence was too high for her to climb over anyway.

‘Welcome home, kitten.’ He put his arm around her waist and led her inside.

Her eyes widened in awe when she stepped in.

It was a huge open plan living room and kitchen, it was really modern just like she had expected from the outside. There was a wall-to-wall window in the kitchen, looking out onto the large garden. The kitchen counter tops were a beautiful black marble with some colourful sparkles through it. It had all the mod cons, of course. Including a mini bar area.

The living room had a large fire on one wall, with a large flat screen TV above. There was a large half circle sofa in a dip in the middle of the room, with a big table in the middle. There was a pool table and dinner table at the side of the room, on front of a large window.

But what caught her attention was the huge aquarium that spanned a large area of the wall in the living room section. She was sure she could see another room at the other side of it, but she wasn’t sure because she was distracted by all the beautiful fish swimming around.

‘Come on, let me show you the best bit.’ He grinned and took hold of her hand, he dragged her over to a door that was just between the kitchen and living room, next to the fish tank. What she noticed first was the large bolt at the top of the door, out of her reach but easy for Tom to get to.

There was also a keypad at the side. Tom typed in a code, hidden from her view. There was a click and a green light flashed. He opened the door and motioned for her to go in.

She stepped into the room and was rather amazed once again. It was a large bedroom with a huge Queen-sized bed. She ignored the bars along the top and bottom, guessing rather easily what they would be for.

There was a large flat screen TV on the unit opposite the bed, a large wardrobe with large mirrors on the doors next to it. There was also a dressing table, with a hair dryer, straighteners and curlers on hooks at the side of it.

The aquarium had been aptly put where it was so Tom could keep an eye on her, no matter where she was in the house from wherever he was.

Tom opened another door that was on the same side as the TV, it was an en-suite bathroom. Tom hadn’t been lying when he said he got a large shower and bath installed. But she noticed on the small shelf above the sink, just under the mirror, there was two tooth brushes in a small cup with toothpaste.

He really had thought of everything for her. As she also noticed her favourite brand of shampoo, conditioner and body wash in the shower holder.

‘You have complete access to the bedroom and bathroom, of course. And when I’m here, I will unlock the door so you can go to the living room and kitchen too. The doors to the garden are always locked, you will get outside for fresh air daily, with me.’ Tom explained as he walked with her back into the bedroom.

She rubbed her arm nervously. It was certainly better than the previous place, much larger and she would have a lot more freedom instead of being tied to the bed and gagged most of the time. But that wasn’t the point.

She wanted her complete freedom back. Her life.

But if she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.

He took hold of her arm and led her back out into the main part of the house. There was another door leading off the living room, with a keypad for that room too.

This room didn’t have her in awe though, it made her feel physically sick.

It was like a torture room.

Or in Tom’s eyes, a BDSM room.

There was a fucking machine, a Sybian, wooden stocks, a chair with a hole in it, multiple table-like surfaces. There was various ropes of different size and texture hanging up next to some floggers and various sex toys.

She had only looked around the room once before she backed out of it straight away. Tom chuckled at her reaction of horror.

‘We are not going to play right now, kitten. You need time to settle in first.’ He grinned and shut the door, locking it with the code she was yet to see. But she knew she had to get that code.

‘Go to our room and get settled in.’ He said as he slid his hand down her back and gently patted her bum. He saw her through to her room and locked the door behind her.

He headed out to the garage and opened up the loft hatch next to his car, steps unfolded down for him automatically, he headed up and grinned when he saw the room was set up perfectly.

It was a large office he’d had built above the garage. His desk was set up with a computer and a few screens, showing various parts of the house through the security cams that was on in every single room, covering all areas. He sat down and watched his girl as she looked around the bedroom properly, the bathroom too.

‘That’s it, pet. Get accustomed to your new surroundings.’ He purred, rubbing his lower lip as he watched her closely.

‘You are going nowhere now.’

#Tom Hiddleston #fan fiction #obsession #dark #serial killer #au tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x original female character

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flyingblackhawk · 3 years

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I don’t know if you still take fic requests but I’d love to see your take on Clint and Nat in the vents of the Budapest train station for 2 days.

Two days

Clintasha fic

As Barton dropped the hatch of the vent back into place, Natasha caught her breath and checked her weapon. There were shouts somewhere below, and footsteps hammering down the platform. She braced herself against the metal wall behind her and trained her gun on the hatch through which they had just climbed. Her partner was doing the same. Natasha could feel her heartbeat on her tongue. She could still hear the screams from the street above, and the wailing sirens converging on the flaming ruins of Dreykov’s building several blocks away. Not now, she told herself. There was no time to think about it, not yet. Below, the shouts got louder, the footfalls got closer, and she adjusted her grip, preparing herself in case she needed to throw herself through that hatch onto God knows how many men.

The voices and the footsteps passed underneath them. The two of them listened, not moving, not breathing. The men came back, spread out, regrouped and spread out again.

Attention, please, came a tinny announcement. All trains are delayed due to an unexpected emergency. Barton cocked his head at her. His Hungarian was rusty. Natasha mouthed the message at him in English, not sure if there was enough light for him to see. He grimaced, so she figured he got the message.

Down the tunnel, one of the voices called. They’ve gone down the tunnel.

Another voice swore, and then came the crackle of a radio. We’ll get them at the other end. Let’s go.

Then, unbelievably, impossibly, the footsteps receded. Natasha waited, coiled, ready in case this was a trick of some kind. They waited, guns on the hatch, listening to the bustle of people moving up and down the platform.

Natasha wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she exhaled, and relaxed her grip slightly. Barton sank back against the wall of the vent. Neither of them lowered their weapons entirely. Natasha twisted her head slightly to get a glimpse of her partner’s watch. Just gone 5pm.

Attention, please. All trains are delayed due to an unexpected emergency.

People were crowding on the platform. Natasha tensed ever so slightly whenever someone shuffled underneath the hatch, but there were no shouts now, just the voices of disgruntled and confused commuters.

What’s going on? There was an explosion, didn’t you hear? Someone’s on the run, I saw soldiers in the street. They weren’t soldiers, they were cops. No, they were special forces. A whole building came down, did you see it? No, it’s on fire but I don’t think it came down. I don’t know, maybe a gas explosion. I heard gunfire. I think there was a tank. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. Normal services resuming from platform B.

It took just under an hour for the trains to empty the platform of people. Natasha finally let herself relax, holstering her weapon. She shifted, stretching her legs, and ever so slowly slid over until she was thigh-to-thigh with her partner.

“Hurt?” Her voice was barely a whisper. There was still a chance that Dreykov’s men or the authorities were somewhere nearby. Hell, even a passerby or a janitor overhearing them could be the end of them.

“Not badly,” he breathed. “You?”

She shook her head. There were various scrapes and bruises she hadn’t even begun to catalogue, but nothing was broken, not as far as she could tell. Footsteps passed underneath them and she froze, feeling Barton do the same beside her. She opened her mouth to say something else, but the fear that someone might hear her stopped her with her lips just parted. A train rattled into the station, opened its doors with a soft hiss, clunked them shut and rumbled away leaving silence behind it. Natasha ducked her head, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Any word from SHIELD?” her partner whispered, after a while. She shook her head. They would get a signal when an extraction was ready, but there was no knowing how long that would take. It all depended on the political situation, or, more accurately, whether SHIELD could manoeuvre around said situation to retrieve their agents before Dreykov’s cronies could tear their hearts out.

They sat side by side in silence for a long time. There was no change in the light coming through the cracks around the vent hatch. The station would be lit all night. The only way to mark time was with Barton’s watch, and by the fifth hour tense anxiety gave way to lightly worried boredom. Her legs were cramped and she was hungry. The thrill of the chase had long since vanished, and now all she wanted was to be in a jet hurtling back towards the States.

Something poked her thigh. She looked down, and found Barton’s hand, offering her something. She took it, and brought it close to her face to see it in the dim light. It was an arrowhead, one of his less explosive ones. She frowned, confused, and gave it back to him. He smiled, and reached over to touch it to the wall of the vent. As Natasha watched, he began to scratch something. Natasha reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Someone might hear,” she whispered. He looked at his watch pointedly. It was almost eleven at night. There were still people now and then, and an occasional train, but the station was largely silent. There was nothing else to do but wait for extraction. She sighed, and let go of him. He carved three vertical lines into the metal, then three horizontal lines to form a grid. He finished by scratching a circle into the top right square, and handed her the arrowhead. Natasha smiled, and scratched a cross. They paused as a train whooshed past, not stopping at the empty platform below them. It took her four moves to beat him, and he made a big show of shaking her hand. She smiled, and he drew them another grid.

Barton gave her his watch and took the first shift sleeping once midnight rolled around. Logically, Natasha knew that they were not likely to be found now, but she couldn’t quite relax enough to sleep just yet. Her partner had no such concerns, and was out like a light despite the cold metal of the vent. She kicked him whenever he breathed too loudly, but aside from that she just waited, marking time on his watch until it was 4 in the morning. She shook his shoulder, and he slid over and sat up, making room for her to lie down. She slept fitfully, and once the morning rush took over on the platform below her, she could no longer sleep. She opted to lie with her eye to the crack in the hatchway, watching as unsuspecting people passed under her. The scent of coffee and pastries was almost enough to tempt her out. Almost. As if he had read her mind, Barton reached into a pocket and produced a battered protein bar. She snapped it in half and they shared a miserable communion.

They played another few rounds of noughts and crosses. She slept again once the station quietened down, this time sitting up with her head on her partner’s shoulder. She didn't think too deeply about it - they were still very much in mission mode, boring as it might be for the time being. Barton woke her after a couple of hours, in the early afternoon. They made a game of stretching, trying to get out of each other’s way as they did. The early evening found her practising what basic ASL she had picked up. This proved much more engaging than noughts and crosses, and by the time twenty-four hours had passed, she had mastered the alphabet and could sign several rude words. It helped distract the both of them from the hunger, thirst and other bodily functions they couldn’t deal with in a train station vent.

It was his turn to sleep, and he managed - somehow, she wasn’t sure how - to get a few hours’ rest during the evening rush. Announcements rang out on the crackling speakers, trains groaned in and out of the station, hundreds of people went about their lives, and Barton slept right through it. She watched him, in awe of his ability to ignore the noise until she realised he had probably just turned his hearing aids down.

The dawn of the second day found them irritable, sore, starving and ready to drop out of the vents and just make a run for it. There had been no word from SHIELD, despite both of them checking that their various comms devices were still operational. Natasha practiced her ASL swearing and Barton augmented her vocabulary for a while.

“Two days,” she whispered, sometime around midday. “Maybe something’s gone wrong.”

“They’ll come,” he told her, quietly, simply. She hated him for it for an hour or so, until he carved a game of hangman into the wall and she got sucked into the game. He was good at taking her mind off things, she was starting to realise. It wasn’t something anyone had ever done for her before.

Night approached with all the speed of a glacier, but finally, just as Natasha opened her mouth to guess the word for their current round of hangman, Barton’s watch beeped twice. In one fluid motion, she pulled the hatch open and they dropped down onto the platform. There was no one there to see them, which Natasha assumed was part of the plan. She didn’t like flying blind, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She and her partner streaked up the escalator onto the dark streets of Budapest. A black SUV rolled up and Barton’s watch chirped once. The door opened and they threw themselves inside.

“Butterfly,” she said, once she’d caught her breath, revelling in the sound of her voice at normal volume after two days of quiet whispers.

“You win,” he grinned, and despite herself, Natasha smiled.

#fic #clintashafic #clintashashield #black widow #long

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hurricanery · 3 years

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every other freckle

A/N: I got this prompt requesting something from Link’s POV and I struggggggled with that concept but here it is. Something very random and fluffy bc next week’s promo is scaring me and I wanted to write something cute to distract myself. This is also basically my love letter to season 15 amelink bc I miss them so very much. Hope you enjoy & as always feedback and prompts are welcome <3

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Sometimes she snores.

And it makes Link smile.

Like right now. She’s snoring, but just barely. It’s faint. And it’s rare.

She’s a quiet sleeper. Sometimes she sleeps so soundlessly, that Link almost finds himself questioning whether she’s actually breathing, eyes scanning for the rise and fall of her chest. Just to make sure.

This morning though, there’s no question about it. The light snore only ever occurs when she’s in a deep sleep. And this is one of those occurrences.

It’s a Sunday morning. Which means they don’t have anywhere to be. But Link is wide awake anyway. Amelia faces him, curled into herself slightly, her faint snores fluttering against the stray pieces of dark hair that rest over her cheek. She sleeps on her side, and Link mirrors her position. She has her free arm draped between them, the arm that’s not currently trapped underneath her. And her hand loosely grasps his t-shirt, even in sleep.

This is when Link is most content, he thinks. On Sunday mornings. When they have no obligations other than to be exactly where they are. Sometimes he thinks he wants to live in Sunday mornings forever.

Amelia sighs. And her hand twitches slightly against him. But she doesn’t wake. Link's smile widens, and he reaches his own hand forward to begin gently tracing a pattern over her bare arm. She has a freckle on her shoulder, just to the right of her tank top strap, and another freckle on the outside of her wrist. Link traces a route, lightly with his finger, from one freckle all the way down to the other. Up and down. Back and forth.

Amelia shivers and Link halts his finger. Her eyes don’t open, but the absence of her snores is his first indication.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles, voice hoarse.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Her eyes blink open, adjusting to his stare.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

Link ignores her question. A question she likely already knows the answer to. He resumes his finger’s pattern against her arm, and a moment later, he speaks again.

“You have a lot of freckles.”

Amelia frowns.

“I do not.”

“Why do you say that so defensively?” He chuckles, and his finger continues it’s zig zag from one mark on her arm, onto the next.

It causes her to shiver again and Link grins, shifting his eyes to hers.

“Cold?” He sounds smug.

“No,” and she sounds pointed. “You know that tickles.”

He stops his movement, fingers coming to rest against her wrist. Her eyes slip shut again and Link watches her face.

Another of his favorite things about Sunday mornings, when they have nowhere to be, is that they get to experience the morning sun from bed. The way it shines through the translucent material of the curtains and gives the room a warm glow. It highlights their bare faces and makes everything feel revitalizing.

“You have freckles on your face, too.”

“Shh,” she mutters, frowning as she buries the side of her face deeper into her pillow. “I’m trying to go back to sleep.”

Link exhales on a smile, but nods to himself. He relaxes into his own pillow, too. In an attempt to incite a little more sleep.

Moments later, he feels cold feet press between his shins, attempting to bury their way into his warmth. His eyes jolt open. It’s a common occurrence, something Amelia’s made a habit of. But every time she does it, it still gives him that initial shock. He looks at her, and her eyes are still closed, like she’s on the brink of sleep again. And it makes Link want to laugh, her ability to always be touching him in some capacity, especially so absentmindedly. It makes him think about how far they’ve come.

It had started physically for them. Their entire relationship. It was based on physical touch. It had very recently grown into something more, but it had surely started that way.

‘Alternative pain relief,’ Amelia had called it.

Link lays in bed now, feeling her feet tangle with his, and he thinks all the way back to the beginning. How they even got here, to this particular Sunday morning.

It had been a false start. The first time they really spoke. An ill-advised proposal for a dinner date had unfortunately led to some animosity on her part.

“Are you asking me out?” she’d question his intentions incredulously.

“I heard you like Italian food…”

Her face fell. And Link recoiled.

A false start.

And then the next time they interacted, it was the same but different. An almost change of heart.

But horrible timing.

A mass overdose in the park had led to an overcrowded ER, and major stress on everyone involved.

He remembers the way her face had twisted at the news. One second, they’d been discussing escape hatches and trips to Barbados. And then the next, they’d been discussing the outcome of a teenage boy that Link couldn’t successfully revive.

But it wasn’t just any teenage boy.

“I knew him.” Amelia’s expression had haunted him in the moment, and it still haunts him now. “That kid...he was….”

He’d stepped forward.

“He was a good kid. He wasn’t a bad kid.” She shook her head, battling with the idea that the argument even had to be made.

And Link had nodded slowly.

“I’m gonna have to call his parents.”

“I could take care of that.” He’d offered. Desperate for anything to combat the distress that invaded her face and voice.

“No. No I’m-” She’d cut herself off, and Link felt panic rise in his chest. He barely knew her. But he’d felt strangely protective of her. He’d battled with the decision of how to help her.

“Thank you.”

She’d turned away from him, but Link had caught a glimpse of it. Her expression as she fought off a full-body sob.

“I’m so sorry.” And it had been evident in her voice too.

“It’s okay.” It’s all he could come up with, as he stepped around her, towards her. In a protective way. Like he’d been trying to cover her from the people that surrounded them in the hallway.

“I’m sorry.”

He’d felt so inclined to comfort her. To reach a hand up and rest it against her back as she keeled over on top of the cot in the hallway.

She’d let out a broken sob. And it’s still one of the most devastating sounds Link can ever recall hearing.

And he wholeheartedly regrets the way his hand had dropped to his side, and not gently against her back, like he’d intended.

Because he’d battled with it. Hesitated. Stuck on the predicament of how to comfort her.

He regrets it currently. As he lays in bed and watches her sleep. And he can’t help but reach forward and touch her now. Like he’s overcompensating for the way he’d reacted then. Because he was so close in the moment, to acting on his instinct. But it just wasn’t enough.

So he does it now. His fingers find their way back to her arm, in a similar pattern to before, and the action reminds him of New York. Again of the early stages.

It started as purely physical. Just sex. No sleepovers. And that’s the way Amelia had labeled it.

But, in a hotel room in New York, Link had done it almost absentmindedly.

He’d run his fingers up and down her arm in an intimate way. He’d never done it before, but it felt right. And he swore he saw a wave of emotions cross Amelia’s face at his actions. Like she’d actually quite liked the feeling. Or maybe she was scared to like the feeling. And so she’d climbed out of his bed, removed herself completely from that revelation.

Link chuckles to himself at the memory, as he re-creates that same motion against her arm. Because now they're in her bed. And it is intimate. Yet there’s no revelation on Amelia’s part, because the light touch is such habit by now.

“Why are you laughing?”

Link startles at the sound of her voice, once again surprised to learn that she’s awake.

“I’m just thinking about you.” He answers honestly.

She groans. Because she’s not a conversationalist in the morning. And especially not a romanticist.

“Well, you’re thinking really loud,” she huffs out a sigh, turning over in bed.

“I’m sorry,” he stifles a laugh, reaching forward to tap his finger against her shoulder blade. “I’ll be quiet now.”

When she turns back over to face him, she’s grinning.

“Can we just….stay in bed all day?” She whispers.

“Of course,” Link mirrors her grin. “I already thought that was the plan.”

She looks him up and down, in the same way she always does when she’s deciding her next move. Deciding how she’s going to eliminate the space between them.

Link knows the face, and in response he opens his arms to her. She bites down on a smile as she shifts forward, burying her face in his chest and sighing in content. He wraps his arms around her and gives a gentle squeeze as they settle into the position.

And they both quickly drift towards sleep again.

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When Link eventually blinks awake, he has no idea how much time has passed. He registers one thing, though, as his eyes adjust.

And that’s Amelia’s stare.

She faces him, eyes wide like she’s just been caught.

Link clears his throat.

“Are you the one watching me sleep, now?”

“Maybe.”

Link laughs a bit, under his breath. Still slowly waking up.

“Have I ever made you my waffle recipe?” Amelia sounds eager, her tone far more awake and alert than Link feels. He thinks he has some catching up to do.

“I don’t think you have.”

She rolls over, swinging her legs over the bed and setting her feet on the floor.

“Amelia?”

She stands, tossing a robe on as she moves towards the door.

“Stay here,” she says simply.

“Where are you going?”

She pauses, looking once more in his direction before leaving the room.

“Just stay here,” she grins hugely. “We’ll eat in bed.”

A warmth fills Link’s chest, one that matches the morning glow of the room. He rolls onto his back with a gratified exhale, as his thoughts from earlier echo into his mind.

He thinks he wants to live in Sunday mornings forever.

#amelink #amelink fanfic #amelinkfic #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #this is me manifesting for amelink to be touchy and cute in s17 lmao #i mean i'll take the hugs BUT #amelia x link #amelinkfanfiction #grey's anatomy fanfic #grey's anatomy fic #greys anatomy fanfic #greys anatomy fic #my writing

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saffronwritings · 3 years

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Suitably Warm - A Jean Kirstein Fic

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: *Spoiler Alert* if you havent watched any AOT there is some death spoilers? Also *CW* Cursing, blood, gore?

You couldn’t remember how long you had been separated from the other scouts. Everything had turned into a whole mess once the squads had been directed to split up once the Colossal titan had appeared near the Trost district. You were assigned to be with Eren Jaeger’s group but you couldn’t exaggerate on how fast things went from bad to worse. The group had run into an abnormal titan within the first few minutes of patrolling the area. In which Thomas had gotten eaten in the process. You and the rest of your squad were staring at the scene in horror.

However, when Eren had run after the titan that had eaten Thomas, you only felt a clench in your gut that things were only going to get worse.The rest of the squad had gone after him, while you found your gear malfunctioning. The gas was not releasing on one side making it jerk you around. A slew of curses left your lips as you attempted to hit the gear in order for it to work with no avail. Mina had noticed you weren’t behind them and almost stopped to go back but you had waved her off. You had shouted to Mina to go on without you, and that you’d fix your gear and catch up to them later. After a brief nod from her you quickly got down from the rooftop to seek out shelter.

You finally broke into one of the abandoned buildings in the trost district and quickly threw your gear off in order to get a better look only to see that it was only your gas tank that was screwed on wrong that was causing it to malfunction. Quickly fixing the problem and hoisting the gear back on securely, you went to run out of the building when you heard loud footsteps. Freezing in place, you placed a hand over your mouth in order to distill any sound that would potentially come out of your mouth. Quieting your heavy breathing and listening very intently on the footsteps on the outside.

You felt your entire body wrack with nerves and wanted to do nothing more than to crumple from the fear. However, you managed to keep your composure and listened as the titan seemed to find something to distract itself from your location. Cautiously you slowly opened the door to the building and peaked your head out to see if you could see any other titan’s lingering. Thankfully they had seemed to clear from the area.

Immediately you launched yourself onto the nearest rooftop with your ODM Gear to get a better look at what was going on. Your eyes widen with fear as you had noticed Mina’s limp and bloodied half-eaten body laying in the middle of the alleyway in front of you. There was blood everywhere down the same way she was laying. You felt the bile rising up in your throat as you tried to keep your composure. You aimed your ODM Gear towards where Mina’s upper body laid and swept down to her. Her eyes were lifeless and you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. What if you had just made sure your gear was good to go from the get-go instead of rushing after Eren like everyone else? Maybe she would still be alive.

As you continued to sob and blame yourself, you looked up and made eye contact with a titan walking towards you. Your face paled and you grabbed up Mina’s half- eaten body and fled a few blocks over. The titan was tight on your trail, chasing your flying body. You managed to gain some distance from the titan and crashed yourself and Mina’s body into a nearby second story window of another abandoned building. You slammed against a wall with great force and felt all the wind being knocked out of you. It was possible one of your ribs broke and you were definitely sure you injured your shoulder from the rough landing. However, you couldn’t just give up here, you had to get into a room where you and Mina’s body would be safe. You had to make sure there was a body to bury, especially since you felt at fault.

You hurried up with gasping breaths and dragged both yourself and Mina’s body into the hallway where there were no windows. You decided that you would wait until you heard a rescue group come around. You were in no condition to be swinging around on your ODM gear. You felt the vibrations around the house you had crashed into, knowing that the titan that was following you was probably not that far away.

You had to act quickly and you rushed yourself down the stairs of the house, desperately hoping that maybe there was a basement you could hide out in. Thankfully when you reached the bottom floor you noticed the trapdoor that led to a lower level basement. Even if a Titan were to breach the house, you would be safe in the confines of the lower levels of concrete. You tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible as if not to drag any attention to yourself, but you struggled to drag Mina’s body with you as you made it to the first level of the house. You heard sounds of a crash nearby and hurried your pace. Hurrying, you opened the hatch in order to get both yourself, and Mina inside. You closed the hatch and let out a few loud breaths. It felt like your lungs were on fire and that your shoulder was numb.

In between your ragged breaths, you kept an ear out to hear if anything was happening. You wanted to be sure that if anyone had come looking for scouts missing, that you’d be able to hear it.

…

You weren’t sure how long you had been in the basement of this abandoned building. Your nose had become adjusted to the smell of the blood that still lingered from Mina’s body. Your breathing was still ragged with your broken ribs, making you inhale sharply every so often. As stupid as it had sounded, you almost wanted to fall asleep and hope to wake up from this nightmare. When you went into training you hadn’t actually expected to fight titans so early on, and yet here you were. Your thoughts drifted back to when they were first forming groups to take care of the Titans that were overwhelming the trost district.

You looked over to Jean when the squads were being formed and felt extremely disappointed that you were not assigned to his squad. You knew that you two would get separated at times, but it didn’t make you less disappointed. While you both were part of the middle guard to take care of the titan’s, you knew that you couldn’t afford to be distracted by constantly looking at him.

Sure the two of you were really good friends, but you felt yourself grow deeper feelings for the abrasive man. The two of you had both recruited to be a part of the Military Police together, to have a nice and safe life inside the walls. It was almost a guarantee that you two wouldn’t see much action like the Scouting Legion did. “Get ready, we are deploying soon! Check your gear and get your supplies ready!” The head in command shouted. The recruits replied in unison and broke apart. However, Jean was over to you within seconds.

“They separated us.” He hissed angrily, glaring over at the head of command. You smacked his shoulder and he looked at you annoyed. “I can take care of myself, Jean. You were one rank above me in our graduating class. Don’t think you’re all high and mighty now.” You scolded him, making him smirk at you. “I know you can. Hell if it weren’t for Mikasa and Annie, I’d say you were the scariest female in the recruits right now.” He teased, making you stick your tongue out at him in a childish manner.

However, as fast as he was to tease you, his face turned serious. “You better keep yourself safe. I will come find you if you are missing.” He sternly said. You nodded your head and pushed his shoulder. “Same goes for you, loser. I’ll see you when this hellish nightmare is over.” You laughed, before heading over to your assigned squad. However, you couldn’t help but feel Jean’s eyes burning on the back of your head. You tried to be strong to not make him worry, but you were so nervous for this mission. Both of you hadn’t anticipated to be in this situation so soon. You could tell her was just as nervous as you were, so you didn’t want to add onto his worry by making him also worry about you.

Being so lost in thought and breathing in a methodical way had almost lulled your tired body to sleep - that is until you heard a shouting from outside. You quickly opened up the hatch of the basement to be able to hear it better.

You grimaced at the thought of potentially going out to risk your life, to help the life of someone else. However, you would do it in a heartbeat. You were only hiding to hopefully heal your body. “Y/N!” You heard your name being shouted, and you almost cried. Someone had noticed you were missing. The groups must have met up and searched for their missing comrades. You managed to pull Mina’s body out of the basement and up onto the ground floor so that when you were met with a higher up, you could tell them where her body was.

“Y/N!” You once again heard your name being shouted by a familiar voice, and it was getting louder. You hobbled your way over to the front door of the house and opened it quickly. As soon as you had exited the house and your eyes adjusted to the sun, you saw Jean Kirstein swinging through the street looking for you. Your eyes almost immediately flooded with tears and before you could shout to let him know where you were, he locked eyes with you. He redirected his ODM gear quickly and landed close to you. His feet hit the ground with urgency and he ran over to you, enveloping your body with his arms softly.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You scared the shit out of me.” He whispered in his tight hold. His body was suitably warm, probably from both fighting titans and from swinging around with his odm gear. It didn’t take you long before you had wrapped your arms around his body, nuzzling your face into his chest. Sobs wracked your body and he sat there and held you close to him. You had always been close to Jean. Hell, you were practically best friends with him. You were as attached to the hip to Jean as Armin was to Eren. “The titan’s got Mina.” You cried, shaking your head. “The titan’s got a lot of the new recruits.” He said grimly, his grip tightening around you.

“I’m so angry they separated us, as soon as I caught word that you weren’t with your squad I rushed to find you.” He whispered into your hair, stroking it with one hand. His grip around you was still tight and you felt so safe in the hell that was reality. “You have to be hurt if you have laid low all this time, I know how stubborn you are.” He stated, making you nod. You told him about how you crashed into the house after trying to flee an abnormally fast titan.

This only made the boy look more worried, especially when you told him about your conclusion about your broken ribs. However, that wasn’t what was bothering you, but the whole situation within itself. “Jean, are we ever going to live peacefully or are we always going to be fighting for our lives.” You cried, wincing at the pain in your lungs. “Regardless, I am going to make sure to protect you from now on.” He stated, pulling away from your embrace to pull you into his lips.

You felt the rising heat burn up to your cheeks and felt in shock that this was happening. You had to have fallen asleep while waiting for rescue. You inhaled through your nose and felt the sharp pain still in your lung. Nope. This couldn’t be a dream. You finally kissed him back after confirming that this was indeed not a dream, melting into his affection. When he pulled away you could see the blush dusting his face. “I’m starting to realize that I need to act on my feelings before it’s too late. If we’re both recruits for any of the Legions, we could lose our lives fighting. I don’t want to lose my life and not have you know how much I love you.” He boldly stated.

“Am I dead? Did I go to heaven? This can’t feel real.” You replied in awe and a scowl immediately rested on his face. “That’s all you have to say to me? I just confessed my feelings for you, we’re in the middle of battling titans, and you think you died?!” He shouted which made you laugh. “I love you too, Jean. Thank you for coming to find me.” You whispered, with tears in your eyes. The blush returned to Jean’s face, making you smile even though the situation was grim. “Let’s get back to the others before they send another search party for you.” He teased with a smile, in attempts to make you feel better. He extended his hand out for you to grab and you quickly took it, intertwining your fingers together. This might have felt like a living hell, but Jean made it feel just a tad bit normal in your moments together.

A/N: I’ll have you know that I legit rewatched this specific episode to make sure this all felt as cannon as possible. I hope you liked it, I know you are all expecting probably MHA or even Haikyuu but I promise I am trying to get things running. I hope you liked this 🥺

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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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Hi!! If its okay could i get Mondo, Sakura, Kazuichi, and Kaito with a short S/O (Think 4'11 to 5'0) who's the SHSL Florist? Bonus ponits if you you give me their reaction to their S/O giving them a large bouquet of flowers as a gift? NB pronouns if that's okay!

Mondo Oowada, Sakura Oogami, Kazuichi Souda, and Kaito Momota with Short SHSL Florist S/O

‘Bonus’! How cute is that :D /pos

Also your taste in men is iconic yes our minds - I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THE KAITO ONE TWICE THE SIZE AS THE OTHERS BUT I LOVED THE IDEA

Also also I use the word bumblebee bc once I thought of it I thought it was really cute. Bc get it?? They are small and also flowers yeah <3

Do I get ten points now? =D

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

He thinks you are like a little bumblebee.

So nice and small! Adorable.

Short jokes all the time.

He definitely thinks flowers are a little lame.

But is definitely impressed by your knowledge of them!

So when you pile together a purple toned bouquet, you’re honestly a little curious on how he would react.

Or if he would even react at all. Does he know to put them in water? Maybe these should be your flowers too.

The roar of the engine is a comfort noise. So when it abruptly stops outside, you can just feel how the butterflies hatch in your stomach.

So you travel to your almost garden in the guest room, picking up the bouquet. It still looks beautiful. That’s good. Admittedly, you do get quite impatient at times.

Ah, the front door! And his welcoming voice telling you he’s home. How nerve-wracking. Your whole plan has a lot of questionable details, but as long as the response isn’t negative then what’s the harm in showing him your love?

“Mondo!” You call out with a bubbly tone before walking down the hallway searching for where he might be.

Your boyfriend, who you are terribly unimpressed with, lays slumped on the couch, tired from the heat.

Again, you speak, interrupting his decline into sleep. “I made you these!”

He opens one of his eyes. “You got me flowers?”

A bit of heat crosses your cheeks, and you squeeze them harder. “I thought maybe you would like them.”

“Of course I fucking like ‘em,” he says while sitting up. His think fingers brush against yours when he takes them from you. “These are some cute ass flowers.”

Cute ass flowers. How romantic!

Sakura Oogami

She can give you piggy back sides whenever you want and likes to carry you around.

Definitely lets you put flowers in her hair.

Flowers in her hair sounds so cute I am crying.

A part of her actually is jealous of your talent. She wants to know everything about flower patterns, too.

And so she listens every time you explain things.

You pick together the pinkest flowers you can, trying to make it as aesthetically pleasing as you can rather than focusing on intent.

A few white roses find themselves in the batch, too.

The shop around you is cold. The layers of warm clothes aren’t going to help you when you go outside.

But the flowers always need special things that are not convenient for you.

While you contemplate whether or not you can leave clothes here, the bells attached to the door ring out.

A customer! Or maybe Sakura is here to bring you lunch.

You pop your tiny head towards the main shop, looking left and right.

She holds a styrofoam box in her hand, holding god knows what meal.

Horrible for the environment, by the way, how embarrassing.

“Sakura!” You exclaim. And then it surprises you. You got so excited over something as simple as seeing her.

Even in the way your heart pounds at her soft eyes.

“I brought you a meal,” she says. You dip into the back room, and she follows your lead.

But before she comes through the door, you offer her the flowers, almost shoving them into her face. “Flowers!”

“Flowers... What a thoughtful gift, thank you very much.”

She looks nothing more than flattered. Her face usually sports a content look, often a light flush on her face, so seeing her smiling so wide feels special.

“Oh,” you snap yourself out of your admiring gaze, “and thank you so much for the food!”

Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi is definitely the sexiest man alive when he’s working on a car. His jumper will be tied around his waist, his hair slicked back.

He never wears his beanie when he’s working. It’s probably the best thing about him.

I just wanted to get that out of my system.

You like to surprise him whenever he’s working. Even though he doesn’t mind the work, you’re sure he’d have a better time being together with you.

The optimism is definitely appreciated.

Especially when it’s easy to scare him. You’re tiny and he gets over concentration. Just sneaking under the car and grabbing his ankle is your favorite.

But for Valentine Day, you didn’t want to be cruel like that.

So while puffing your cheeks, you hop on downstairs, carrying a bouquet of different shades of yellow flowers. A few pink ones are thrown in for his hair.

And so you approach him, trying your best to shrink yourself even shorter.

You don’t even know what he’s doing. What do cars need when they get fixed? A new engine? Something about a gas tank? You have no clue.

But whatever it is, it takes a lot of hard work.

And it’s your job to distract him.

You are almost an arms distance away until, and it scares the shit out of you, he immediately turned around screams as loud as he can.

The flowers run too close to slipping from your fingers. God, that was about to be the worst day of your entire life.

Before anger can crack through your demeanor, the sense of humor the both of you have came back. So you started laughing, placing a weary hand to your chest.

You were laughing because you noticed his hands holding a plastic container of sweets.

“Ah, you nut head!” You call out. “I got you flowers!”

“Why did you get me something? You were supposed to come and scare me!”

Kaito Momota

You hum underneath your breathe while you pick together the best array of flowers you can. Purples and dark colors, just for him.

The moon shines through the school’s window. With the dorms downstairs, every night has became a game of who is going to catch you this time?

Every night you’ve been sneaking up to the garden, trying to raise these flowers just for this occasion.

For the last few months, all you’ve ever wanted was to be with Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars!

And now is your time to impress him! The flowers are all ready!

You wrap them together in green tape. The trembling of your hands makes the job quite difficult. And then the white ribbon to top it all off, but you have to take a deep breath while wrapping it.

There’s no backing out of this.

The fight to continue raged on while you walk upstairs, going up the many of them. It gives you time to think.

To think about how much you love him.

Horribly sickening how much you love him. His positive outlook on life motivates you all the time. If you ever feel like giving up, you just remind yourself that Kaito Momota wouldn’t want you to!

The door to the roof is unlocked, as you assumed. No - as you knew. You’ve watched him climb up here every day when he first interrupted your gardening. “I’ll be up on the roof whenever you need me, I tend to go every night.”

You never forgot about it.

Pulling open the door comes with a click. A pang of anxiety rings through you. But why? Should you really be sneaking if your intention is for him to notice you?

He lays on his jacket, arms behind his head and one of his feet crossed over his knee. And he pipes up when he sees you.

“Bumblebee! It took you long enough.”

The flowers in your hands don’t even cross his mind until after he stands up. There’s a nervous blankness as your expression.

When he steps closer, he can even see the way your pupils dilate. “Are these flowers for me?”

It feels as if your words are trapped inside your mouth. He’s actually in front of you, towering, and flattered. So you shove the flowers against his chest.

Your body feels like it’s in front of a fire.

“I grew them for you. And I tried to make it look like space, you know? With all the dark colors.” You whisper.

He smirks with satisfaction that only he could portray. To say he is proud is an understatement. You have always been obvious about your interest in him. It was just a matter of when you would gain the confidence to make a move. That’s why he invited you to join him on the roof all those months ago.

Still, he looks a bit smug. But that doesn’t last long, as his face falls to contentment as he turns back around. “Come, come.” He beckons.

You follow him up to his jacket, where he places the flowers down. His eyes are cast upwards, at the sky. You follow his gaze.

How can he gaze up for hours? It’s almost unbelievable.

You sigh. “Can you explain to me - woah!”

His arms grip onto your thighs as he lifts you up. The lack of struggle terrifies you, in more than being in the air.

“Kaito, what are you doing?”

“Look up at space! Tell me what colors you see.”

A small noise escapes your lips. You relax a bit, accepting your position while placing your hands on his shoulders.

What colors? There are a lot. Not exactly the purple you thought it was. Maybe a dark blue, light blue, too.

You haven’t thought about what color space is.

“Blue.” Is the only word you let yourself say.

He lets you down slowly. “Blue is a good answer. I’d like to think space is every color - Eh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blink, once... and maybe a dozen more times. “No reason, I just like you.”

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batarella · 4 years

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The Commander - Part 4 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

Here ya go, ya filthy animals

WORDS: 2368 WARNINGS: FUCKING ON HIS DESK, READER WANKING OFF TO HER DIRTY DIRTY THOUGHTS LOL

MASTERLIST

THE COMMANDER - MASTERLIST

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The Knight dismissed the Lieutenants from his quarters. He looked uneasy. His breaths were unsteadily slow and she could feel the shift in his voice. Commander Y/N kept her fidgeting hands to her back while the Knight rummaged through the files on his desk.

“Anything wrong with the new Boa drone?” he asked. “I was told it electrocuted three of our men.”

“The drone failed to detect their uniforms,” the Commander was calm.

“So should I expect it to be fixed by tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid not. It’s been sent to the technicians. They’ll have to develop a new prototype.”

The Knight gripped his pen too tightly. “I want it by the next day. Tell those morons shove the prototypes up their asses if they give us another faulty drone.”

“Yes, sir.”

The Knight slowly raised his visor, then took it entirely off his head. His hair was disheveled, and he looked intently at her as he noticed she’d grown a smirk.

“Are you going to stop asking me the same question three times?” she whispered.

“They could be hearing us outside. Go check.”

Commander Y/N turned for the door and peered her head outside. There was no one remotely in the hallway, and the rooms were all locked for the day.

“All clear.”

“Lock the door.”

She did just that, then her movements were too eager as she strolled patiently to the Knight’s desk. His hooded eyes looked dark, even with the window so nearby. He turned his chair to her direction, his hands gripping the arm rests. He wasn’t smiling. He never does. But he looked like he was about to devour her. The Knight watched as his Commander leaned over, holding his wrists to the chair as she licked his lips.

He growled, then bit her lip so hard she winced. But it felt good. Y/N trailed down his jaw, rubbing over his pants. His cock felt hard even through his thick pants. Fuck. He was hot. Y/N was practically drooling all over him. The Knight sat back, then the Commander dropped to her knees and slowly took his cock out of his pants.

He’d been hard for a while, but it wasn’t in its full. She licked the tip and made sure to catch his eye. The Knight watched on like a vulture, his cock twitching when his face barely bore any expression. She continued licking the tip until her lips enveloped over the head.

Fuck. The Knight gave in. He stopped staring at her and threw his head back, feeling her tongue and her hot mouth. She was so good at that, it never took much time for him to cum. His hand felt over her hair, taking out the tie to let it sprawl across her back. Then she felt a sharp sting, and it wasn’t to keep her going. She hesitantly pulled away.

“Come here,” he said. “I want to fuck.”

Y/N felt a golden rush up her skin. The Knight held her hips and pulled her to sit on his lap, facing away from him. His teeth attacked her neck so violently, she accidentally moaned too loud.

“You like that, Commander?”

“Yes sir,” she grinned, turning her head back to kiss him. His hands were on her shirt, giving her no warning before he tore it open and popped a button of two. Y/N didn’t seem to care. His hands were all over her, holding her breast with one hand and the other trailing down her pants. She helped him get it off. Just as the waistband had fallen to her knee, she reached for his dick sitting hard under her.

“Get the whole thing off,” the Knight demanded.

The Commander kicked her pants off and spread her legs open with the Knights hand cupping her hard. His fingers explored all over her, wanting to feel her wetness. Then his other hand went up to cover her mouth when his cock slowly went up her pussy.

They didn’t waste any more time. The Commander bounced on his dick mindlessly faster, not caring if the chair caused the floor to creak at each thrust. He held on to her waist, making sure her moans wouldn’t be heard of while making sure he contained his own. Fuck, he needed the release. He needed to cum.

The Knight gripped on her waist, his nails digging into her skin. It burned at his touch, like her flesh was made of fire, then he moved her to his will, so sloppily her ass was going to burn from being rubbed against his pants so hard. Y/N’s breathes got deeper and deeper, feeling her juices drip down her thighs. She came hard just as the Knight started rubbing her clit from behind. And at that, a loud screech came from his seat. They’d broken it. Who cares.

He kept fucking her after, and she’d bite her own gums just to stop from screaming. She was so sensitive she could just feel him cum inside her. Fuck, it was exhausting. There was no way she was going back to the barracks after this.

She contained her breaths and stood, fishing her pants from the floor.

“I’m going straight to my quarters.”

“You have other matters to deal with in the barracks, Commander.”

The Knight had zipped his pants back up, but even he had to catch his breath. He slumped lazily on the chair.

The Commander leaned over him and looked straight at his eyes, so close to his mouth. They were unbothered looking back at her. “Tomorrow,” she whispered. Then left the room without so much as a thanks.

Her legs were shaking in the air, her fingers violating her clit so dangerously fast, she had to bite into her our arm to scream. When it was over, it was the same relieving pain in her pelvis.

Fuck, that was the second time that night. If only there were any better options, she’d gladly take it. Such as the Knight growing some balls and have some mindless, meaningless sex to keep her going through the day. Whatever. She rolled to the side of her bed and closed her eyes.

Xxxxxxxxxx

The gates slowly raised up to the ceiling. Behind it stood the Knight, in full armor and his cold, blue visor. Beside him, Militia Commander Y/N, Lieutenants Becket, Gray, and Whitman, the top forces of the Knight’s Militia, in full uniform.

On the other side of the room was the masterpiece brought to life that would turn Gotham into the lowest circle of all infernos. The Cloudburst.

It was a majestic creature, twice the size of any tank, and more durable than a cobra drone. Its steel skin was impenetrable, tested with the strongest missiles and explosives. It was the one thing that would bring all else in his plan into place. This is what brings Gotham to its end.

And in front of it was the man behind it all.

Jonathan Crane. The Scarecrow.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to describe anything more of him. The man was terrifying with a rag over his head. Was it really his teeth poking out where his mouth should be? Because he didn’t even look like he had skin. The Knight stepped forward, not looking the least bit afraid.

“It’s finished,” the Knight said. “You didn’t have to come all the way from Gotham to check.”

“The Cloudburst is your end of the bargain,” Crane ran a hand over the tank.

“You can test it for yourself. Slade’s done that work for any of us, in case you wouldn’t take my word for it.”

Crane took his time. For almost an hour, he inspected the Cloudburst to its tiniest ordeal, sat on the driver’s hatch, made sure the tube for the toxin is ready for deployment. The Commander and her Lieutenants continued to watch on.

“Are you done?” The Knight scowled. “I have my men to take care of.”

“The Cloudburst is as good as ready. But I have another cause of my being here.”

“What?”

Y/N tried not to flinch when Scarecrow caught her eye, then looked back at the Knight. “I need you to go to Gotham.”

“No,” he said. “We all have to leave in nine days.”

“And yet, none of you have gained access to the Bat’s communication lines,” he said. “You said it yourself, Knight. It’s necessary.”

Of course. She remembered. The Knight has sent more than five men in their intelligence, and none of them have come remotely close to hacking into the Bat’s comms. Being near the Bat wasn’t enough. No, they had to take him out from the inside.

“You have to break into his headquarters.”

“I am not stepping into the Batcave, Crane!” The Knight’s voice was harsher.

“You invite your own failure,” Crane said. “With your cowardice.”

“Call me a coward again, and I’ll make sure that rag over your head twists around your neck.” The Knight started for Crane, but he held himself back.

“You have three days, Knight,” Scarecrow caught the Commander’s eye again.

“You.”

“Sir,” the Commander responded. Her back shot up and she looked right into his forehead, anywhere she didn’t have to look into the empty holes supposed to be Crane’s eyes.

“Commander,” Crane started for the exit to the barracks. “You’re going with him.”

“Absolutely not,” the Knight stepped between Crane and the Commander. “The Commander stays where she has an army to fucking lead.”

“Slade will take care of things while you're gone. He has his own business to instill on our men.” Crane walked over to the Commander. He leaned in, and he did not smell decent at all.

“Make sure he doesn’t do anything reckless,” he told her. “We both know what the Knight is capable of.”

“You son of a-“

“This matter is closed, Knight.” Scarecrow headed for the Barracks, and none of them dared to face him themselves. When he’d gone, the Knight walked up to the Commander.

“You are not going to Gotham.”

“He sounded absolutely sure of himself,” Commander Y/N said. “Tell your boss I’m not stepping a foot outside of the barracks.”

“Scarecrow is not my boss.” The Knight was livid. “And Slade-“

“I am not answering to him while you're gone.”

“You have no say on who you answer to, Commander.” She glared at him, straight into his visor where his eyes were. But she couldn’t say anything back. She was silent, but Y/N was furious. The Knight looked just about he was staring sharp knives back at her.

He stepped forward, just slightly to her side. Y/N craned her head up to look at him, her glower unchanging. “I don’t care what Scarecrow says. We are not leaving until I say we’re ready.”

Xxxxxx

It irritated the Knight as he walked to the door from his desk, not wearing his armor or his visor. It was almost evening, and the knocks just made it evident who it was standing outside of it. He opened the door, and his eyes looked bloodshot with anger when he saw her.

“I told you,” he said. “It is never happening again. Now leave.”

She didn’t look bothered at all, but that remark pricked a nerve on her. Her arms were crossed, taking the time so maybe he’d take back what he’d said. She cocked her jaw, then handed over a folder.

“Today’s report,” she said with a low, irritated voice. “The last of our recruits are done for. Every man has gone through all stages of their training.”

He caught his breath, and felt beat-hot. He quickly took the folder from Y/N’s hands.

“Come in.”

Not even an apology. This man was an absolute madlad.

She slowly walked into his office as he took a seat on his desk. It screeched again. Turns out he hadn’t bothered to fix it since.

“Just after two weeks,” he looked through the files. “This is impressive.”

Y/N bit on her lip and looked down. “Did you talk to Crane about me staying?”

The Knight closed the folder, setting it aside, then ran a hands slowly up his face and through his hair.

“Fuckers don’t want me to interrupt with… whatever they have planned for these men. And with you-“ he snorted. “He thinks I can't contain myself in the Batcave.”

Y/N fidgeted with her fingers. “I mean they do have a point-“

“You're not speaking out of turn with this one, Commander,” he coldly spewed out. Y/N rolled her eyes, so subtly he couldn’t notice. She knew how to do that.

He looked blankly at the desk’s surface, then his hands roamed across his arm rests, too intimately. The Knight couldn’t look you in the eye.

“I’m going with you. The men are ready,” she said. “There’s no point in me staying when Slade wants full control anyway.”

“Commander...” The Knight sighed, like he didn’t want to go around the subject any more with enough bullshit.

Commander Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. “I know,” she said. She knew exactly what he meant.

His folded hands were on his mouth, and his elbow on the desk. It took a while for him to speak again, with the air so awkwardly silent it was ringing.

His voice was softer now. “It didn’t end like how I thought it would.”

Y/N didn’t speak. But she didn’t look at him either.

“I can't even look at my own desk the same way. It was so wrong. And it was so messed up.”

He was right. So right. She clenched her fists because it just felt disgusting to think about now.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen more than once,” he said. “I regret it, everyday.”

Then he stopped talking. Perhaps he said too much. Her expression didn’t falter. In fact, Y/N just looked at the floor.

“Me, too.”

Earlier that day, it would have been a lie. But it wasn’t at that moment.

Then that was that, both acknowledging how much of a mistake it was. Maybe that would finally end things, end their thoughts.

But it was a mistake he was unwilling to allow jeopardize his entire militia.

“Get your things ready for tomorrow,” the Arkham Knight said. “We leave in the morning.

The room suddenly felt too stuffy to be in.

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twistedsinews · 3 years

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Hey! You're probably tired of seeing me in your questions box but here my request anyway LOL : 193. “Come on, this doesn’t even make it into the top 10 of stupid things I’ve done. You’re completely overreacting.” mucho love <3

[nooooo, if I didn’t love prompts I wouldn��t reblog prompt lists. you’re fine! <3]

Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13

It calmed him down. A little. But she was still trapped in the server room and he was still on edge and they still had a handful of minutes at best before someone came to investigate why the mainframe they'd just sabotaged was down.

"You're makin' some of these up."

"Am not."

"Alright, make it easy: give me one thing dumber'n this, since I met you."

V could name half a dozen without putting any effort into it, and she was pretty sure Jackie could, too. The plan part of the plan had gone off without a hitch. It was merely the escape part of the plan she hadn't thought fully through.

"Falling in love."

Kinda like the words that were out of her mouth before she realized it.

There was a poignant silence on the the line to tell her how badly she'd fucked up, and when Jackie did finally answer his voice was low. Flat.

"You think it's dumb, huh?"

"I didn't mean like that."

"How did you mean it?"

"I-..."

"Never mind."

"Jackie, I'm not saying-..."

"Not the time for this conversation right now, V."

And he was right.

V closed her eyes.

The security doors were linked into the mainframe. Backup power was down, but this wasn't a matter of backup power. Because linking through the mainframe would mean cutting through any time there was so much as a hiccup in the system.

Hunching down to better see, V followed the path of the lines wired into the databanks through the darkened room. Near where they disappeared into the angle of floor and wall, her fingers brushed over a smooth, seemingly out of place indented square in the steel paneling. A smaller hidden rectangle slid out easily, giving her a manual release for the hatch beneath her fingertips.

It was as good a lead as any, and she dropped through the floor into the crawlspace beneath.

"I found some kind of a maintenance duct," she told Jackie, twisting a bit under the cramped space to slide the hatch closed above her. "See if you can figure out where it comes through on the other side."

"Yeah, sure. On it."

Directly in front of her, she found a wall. It took some flailing to get herself back around, but V nevertheless managed, and started crawling down the passage.

"Got it."

There was a sound up ahead of scraping metal. Turning a corner, there was a dim flash of moving light in the distance. Once she reached the end, she found Jackie waiting for her.

"See?" she huffed, taking the hand he offered to help drag her out of the gap in the floor. "An oversight, not the end of the world."

Jackie grunted an acknowledgement, which settled poorly with the icy chill of silence in her chest. He let go only to push her right along in front of him, and she took the hint. The way out was the way they came, up a flight of stairs out of the basement, through some hallways, and out an intricate lobby.

As they made their way down the main hallway, there came the rustle of movement. Killing her light and trusting Jackie to do the same, V spun right back around, grabbing for his jacket to haul him back again and into an adjoining hall. Tension radiated off him as Jackie pressed close to the wall behind her; his arm settled on her shoulder, less for reassurance and more ready to throw her back if things lit up any more dramatically than a few heavy flashlights. They crouched in the darkness, waiting for the security detail - headed by one computer scientist, frustrated it seemed to the point of negligence in his surroundings - to pass them by; the hired corpo soldiers scurried along behind him, no doubt equally frustrated by the clip at which he was walking straight into the unknown.

And then the light was gone, and the clomp of heavy boots faded into the distance.

V inched forward to peer around the corner, then stepped out into the dark. Jackie bumped into her, and she froze, but he nudged her onward. With security now behind them, they managed a much faster pace, and escaped out of the back rooms and through the moonlit lobby without incident.

On the street again, they fell into the crowd. A couple of blocks up and one across, they caught the line with seconds to spare, paid the fare in cash, and even snagged the last empty seat in the row.

And sharing would never have been an issue, except for the stifling rift she'd caused.

Jackie made no complaint when she settled in his lap, but other than bracing her when they got underway, he kept his hands to himself. After a mile or two of distance, she got to her feet and opted to stand in the aisle instead. Gripping one of the lines overhead, she put all her weight on it and twisted in space.

A man slipped off one of the nearer seats, and didn't seem bothered when someone immediately claimed it after him. He stepped up behind her, near enough to touch but didn't, and she stood a little straighter.

"If he can't do it for you," a smooth, unfamiliar voice reasoned over her shoulder, "maybe I can."

"Yeah, maybe you could," V mumbled in vague agreement, without any of the enthusiasm she'd have found in flirting. Still, proximity and his touch on her arm at her answer gave her an excuse to fleece his pockets. She froze as her fingers found a plate of metal, and traced the bumps on its face. "And maybe again, not."

The man gave a gruff little hmmph at her drab dismissal, and drew his hand away. Keeping her hand low, V flashed the badge behind her. Under the notice of the plainclothes dick she hoped was cruising for an easy pickup and not taking note of two mercs that were hardly out of place in taking the public transit.

Regardless of which, she opted for a quick exit at the next stop, feeling her confidence ebb back when Jackie fell in behind her. He stopped her from flashing the badge again, this time at the very cop she'd stolen it from, snatching it from her before the man could see it.

Once they'd stepped off again, Jackie whipped his hand and the badge skittered away down the sidewalk.

They made it down another block and halfway through the next alley.

With a huff, V stepped in front of him, causing Jackie to stop short of walking into her, only to jostle her all the same.

He blinked down at her.

"I wasn't saying you're stupid."

"Didn't think you were."

"And I wasn't saying loving you was stupid."

Jackie didn't answer right away, which formed something of an answer all unto itself.

"It's cool, V. I'm over it."

Squaring her shoulders, V raised her chin as she studied his face.

"Liar."

Jackie hissed sharply. Clenching his jaw, he bared his teeth in a thin grimace of distaste.

"Digging yourself deeper, chica."

Brushing past her, he kept walking.

V stood rooted to the spot.

When he noticed she wasn't following him, Jackie turned back around and stalled. He sighed heavily, and came right back. His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and familiar. Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and V shoved her hands into her pockets.

"Mira..." Jackie said, only he didn't seem to know what else to say. Whatever was in his head, he went with, "You go home and get some rest. I'll go and collect our pay. I'll catch up with you in the morning."

Her heart sank.

"Yeah," V agreed listlessly. "Alright. Great."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, leaving her with only the shadow of his smile.

It helped. And... it didn't.

"Hasta mañana."

This time, Jackie didn't look back. Just disappeared into the next street.

V took one step and stopped again.

She didn't even know where the hell she was.

With a sigh, she scratched her eyebrow and pulled up her geodata. Then, once she had a read, she started on again. And each step felt heavier than the last.

***

Jackie parked his bike near as he could to V's car out of mindless habit, but it was a flash of color huddled in the backseat seized his attention.

It wasn't where he was expecting to find her, though not unheard of, and he knocked on the window anyway. She stirred, squinted up at him over her shoulder, then twisted to reach the lock, followed by the latch. Jackie stepped back as the door swung open under her weight, not anticipating for her to pour out on the floor of the parking garage like she did.

Grabbing the top of the door, two seconds too late, he winced in sympathy.

"How's that first taste of concrete, first thing in the morning, eh?"

V flipped him off.

A sign of life if ever he'd seen one.

Jackie clasped one hand firmly around her wrist. Reaching down, he got the other into a hold on her jacket to lift her entirely off the ground, and set her onto her feet.

She combed her hair out of her face with her fingers, scrubbed her sleeve across her face, and regarded him with a dull, guarded expression that slipped a little near the corner of her mouth. Her eyes remained narrow, more to do with her hangover than anything.

Jackie smiled. And he meant it.

V's expression slipped a little further. Losing ground, she turned and stalked away.

He fell in step beside her, keenly aware that it was her money sitting in his pocket.

Among other things he was feeling overly aware of.

V survived the elevator on her own two feet. She only opted to stop once, leaning over the low terrace wall in whatever solemn post-drunk contemplation it was she fancied this morning, and tolerated him rubbing a hand down her back before finally moving on.

They made it back to her apartment at last. V immediately went for the sink; the mirror flickered on, and she turned on the water to scrub her face clean.

Jackie hung back, leaning into the wall as he watched her. Trapped between feeling out the situation, and getting lost right down the subtlest play of the muscles under her skin and the patterns adorning her shoulders.

"Last night I was thinking..." V told his reflection. "How far a full tank would get me, and I thought about three hundred miles. Not very far, really."

Jackie didn't answer. He didn't know what to answer. Luckily, he apparently didn't need to answer, as she continued, "So I thought... maybe if I loaded up six or seven tanks, still have room for supplies, and I could get maybe a couple of thousand. Still not far enough to get to the East Coast."

Ah.

Words.

Something would probably have been more appropriate than nothing right about then, but he still couldn't think of any, and careless words got them here in the first place. Moreover, he was just smart enough to know better than to speak just because.

"I thought about it for maybe two minutes total," V admitted, without his input. "But it wouldn't make a difference, would it? No matter how far I could go, it doesn't change how anything feels."

Dipping her hand under the faucet, V combed the water through her hair. Droplets caught between strands, and spattered on her ink.

"How come it's so much easier being your choom than it is being your output?"

"I don't know..." Jackie had never really thought about it, certainly never saw it that way. "Maybe 'cause you're thinking of it as two separate things, when really it's somewhere in between." Her eyes narrowed as she mulled it over, and Jackie shrugged. "Just my take on it, though."

The mirror flickered off, and he pulled back out of her way as she moved to step out of the sink cubby. She breezed past him, and started picking through the cans on her desk. Several empty ones went right under it, until she found an unopened one, which she cracked open for a long drink, abandoning the rest.

"But come on, really; it's not that bad," Jackie argued. "I think... if a couple of dumb words is all that ever gets to us once in a while, we're doing okay. Better than, I'd say."

V stared at him over the rim of the sodacan.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she stated.

Jackie blinked.

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know that, too."

V sighed. Still eyeing him, she took another sip, and, wandering over to the bed, dropped down, leaning her back against the outer wall.

"It was a stupid joke at my own expense, okay? Falling in love wasn't part of my plan for when I got here."

Jackie scoffed.

"Implying you had a plan when you landed in N.C." he reminded her, easing down across from her to lean against the inner wall. "Which as I recall, was not the case. Not at all."

"Okay, but I wasn't even thinking of it as a distant possibility. I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to trip and fall into your arms and for it to be all..." She waved her drink around in a vague pattern, encompassing the all of it. "Isn't that stupid?"

"Love ain't stupid, chica. Never is."

V stared at him. Jackie stared right back, until at length he glanced off, and her gaze fell to the tab of her drink as she toyed with it.

Finally, draining the can, she set it down on the floor. She kicked off her shoes, followed by rolling off her socks, and drew her legs up loosely onto the bed in front of her.

"...if it could have been anyone," she murmured, "I'm glad it was you."

Jackie smiled. Then he chuckled.

"And you know what?" He admitted, "you weren't part of my plan, either. You fell right into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't have the first idea of what to do with that..."

As V listened quietly, her expression grew quizzical, until she shot him a very particular stare.

"...okay, you're right. You're right," Jackie amended, "I had the first idea what I wanted to do with that, but maybe not the whole thing." Sighing, he continued, "But really. I wanted to be the best out there. And I wanted to do it all alone, to prove that I could. Falling in love, tch - yeah, someday, definitely. But having a partner? Wasn't even on my mind. Not until you came along. Now I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Not even for what you want most in the world?"

"No. Wanna know why? 'Cause you're part of everything I want most in the world."

V pressed her lips together.

Then huffed a small, shaky little breath.

She reached into her pocket to dig out her knife, opening it with a soft click. As he watched her, she wound her braid around her fingers, and pulled it taut. Closing her eyes, she cut it free in one concerted, jagged little effort.

Jackie found himself at no less of a loss when she crossed the bed and inched up to his side. Reaching for his hand, she wound the braid around his wrist and fastened the ends together under the small clasp.

He glanced from the new splash of color encircling his wrist, and back to V as she closed the knife and set it on the shelf overhead. She combed her fingers through her hair, threading out the form of another braid. Jackie brushed his fingers through the loose strands on the other side, and her movements slowed. Biting her lip, she reached for his hands, one after the other, guiding him to help her weave the braid together.

"This ain't some kind of Nomad marriage thing, is it?" Jackie teased, "'Cause I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet."

"No... I'm making it up as I go along."

"Oh."

At length, the braid reached a point that he had to let her take care of the rest. Holding the end in her mouth, she tugged free several loose threads from a tear in her jeans to tie it off with.

Jackie grazed her cheek with his thumb, and she grabbed his hand, holding it there for several long moments. There was a sound in her throat, a softened lilt like it could have been a question that didn't quite form.

"V?"

"...are we okay?"

With a glance to the window, Jackie shrugged.

"We're fine, V. You don't have to go riding off into the desert or to the East Coast or off to Mars or someplace lookin' for some kind of absolution." After a thought, and he added, "And while we're on the subject, you don't need to go around tripping over yourself thinking how you got to make me feel better about gonk-brained shit when it happens. I'm tough. I'll survive." And after another, "Ay, I almost forgot, but I got your money."

With his free hand, he found the roll of eddies that were stuffed in his inside jacket pocket, and offered it to her. She snatched it from his hand, and it went...

...somewhere.

Flying into the laundry basket, he was pretty certain.

But he had other things to think of right then than money that wasn't his, like how soft her mouth was, and how she tasted like artificial kumquat-flavored corn syrup. How soon enough, he wouldn't be thinking of much at all, and if he played his deck right, neither would V.

#heywoodvirgin #cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #nomad!v #fanfiction #i have no idea where this came from or why it went in that direction #please take it from me #prompts and answers #thank! <3

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 years

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Supercorp Goddess, have mercy of this hungry fandom... May we have another snippet of Lena and the Truth Seeker?

I’m starting to run out of material here, and I’m not sure where I was going with this. But here, enjoy what I have left! It picks up where we left off:

"And that's why you're here, Miss Luthor."

The Colonel opened her file, and began flipping through the pages.

"I've been reading up on your previous involvement with the DEO in the past year, and I've learned that you successfully synthesized kryptonite."

Lena kept her mouth shut.

"I'd like to talk about that."

"There's nothing to talk about. I surrendered all my synthetic material to the DEO in exchange for continued participation in the Worldkiller project. My notes and protocols were surrendered as well."

The Colonel nodded. "Trouble is, our top minds haven't been able to successfully recreate your results."

Only then did Lena smirk. "Well, that's hardly my fault, is it?"

Haley's face hardened minutely, and Lena quickly moved on.

"I don't have any further stores of green Kryptonite. It was either depleted battling Reign or bequeathed to the DEO per the terms of my agreement with Supergirl. You want it, take it up with her."

"You misunderstand me, Miss Luthor. I'm not interested in green kryptonite."

Realization poured over Lena in a flood of electricity. Every nerve stood on end, and her jaw tightened in reflex. But she held Haley's gaze, and refused to speak first.

"Says here the DEO ran into a sample of kryptonite that was black in color. It did cause Supergirl discomfort on contact, but I'm more interested in the effect it had on the young woman who held it in her bare hand.”

Lena regarded the Colonel with an even gaze. Haley smirked. “And before you claim you don’t know anything about this black kryptonite-- don’t bother. I know that you manufactured more so that Supergirl could send it home to her mother.”

“I wasn’t going to deny anything,” Lena returned easily. “The DEO has all my research on the harun’el, just like they do the green kryptonite.”

“How to make it, sure. And our people are doing their best to follow along. But I want to know your research on the… human applications.”

Lena didn’t need more than a look to make her decision.

“I have none.”

“And that’s where I stop believing you, Miss Luthor.”

Lena shrugged. “That’s the thing about science, Colonel. It’s not about what you believe. It’s about fact. And the fact is that I don’t have anything to share with you.”

That made Haley pause. The room fell quiet, and Lena suffered the Colonel’s gaze for as long as it took. When the Colonel pushed back from the table, she was too smug for Lena to feel any kind of victory.

“You’ve worked with the DEO before, Miss Luthor. You’re familiar with our protocols: we appreciate efficiency too much to beat around the bush.”

Lena didn’t bother to respond. The Colonel motioned to the guard standing watch at the door. The man opened the hatch, and a cart came rolling in. On it sat a tank of blue fluid, in which a distinctly alien life form floated.

“Allow me to be perfectly honest with you, Lena-- and please allow my candor to encourage reciprocity. This alien is what we call an interrogative aid. As soon as it makes contact with your skin, you will be compelled to reveal any hidden truths they may seek to hide.”

Lena swallowed. Her started to pound-- she could handle a repartee, but the illegal application of alien organisms was another matter entirely. Though Lena kept her features neutral, Haley seemed to sense her growing alarm.

“It may cause some discomfort, but only if you resist. I recommend you don’t-- I understand such efforts to be... futile.” The Colonel regarded her coolly. “I would rather not have to use it at all.”

Lena met Haley’s gaze with a determined glare of her own.

“Bite me.”

#wip challenge meme #lena vs the truth seeker #part 3

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Sunshower. 10

[2 of 2 parts]

*Disclaimer,mature themes* Enjoy

It wasn’t long before they reached the forest district and the trees her house was in. As usual she flipped the sign on the ground from down to up. If Sun was really about to spend the night then she might as well look cool getting up to the door she pulled him to the outer rim of the clearing and faced right.

Sun:What are you doing?

Ilia:Getting a little workout in. You’re about to see why our races are always so close.

She bent her knees and took a deep breath. Then she took off sprinting towards a tree. Sun watched her run along it sideways then jumping to the next tree; repeating the process again and again. Each transition to the next tree got her higher and higher as she was essentially going counter clockwise. He almost got dizzy just watching. Finally she was close enough to the mass of leaves and materials supporting her house. Ilia lunged towards a patch of leaves that were a slightly different color and her hands went through it. Sun had a feeling if she did that anywhere else then her performance would’ve ended horribly. Ilia pulled herself all the way up then poked her head back through to look at Sun. Funny, he was easier to look at when she was upside.

Ilia:I hope you were paying attention. Now it’s your turn.

Sun:I could just climb up the one nearest to the entrance. Oh, it even has grooves in it.

Ilia:Yeah it’s for lazy people or emergencies. I won’t stop you from taking it but I’ll hold it against you.

Sun:So what you’re saying is I have no choice?

Ilia:That’s the spirit!

Ilia extended a hand out of the leaves and waited patiently. He wasn’t getting out of this. Not by a long shot. Sun dramatically started rotating his hips and stretching as if he wasn’t already limbered up. Ilia wanted to playfully roll her eyes but found herself paying attention to the way his buttoned shirt slightly lifted up. For the first time she was actually a bit disappointed it was buttoned up and she hated herself for it.

‘This is stupid. He’s stupid. I’ve been complaining about his banana breath for months and I know I suddenly feel….I don’t know what I feel! Why the hell is he getting to me? How am I getting to him? Are we filling the void or-’ “Heads up!”Sun shouted as he jumped at her. Ilia was glad he did or else because she had stopped paying attention entirely. She didn’t even know he stopped stretching and now she’s grabbing his arm and pulling him up. ‘Great, now he has me spacing out…’ It was difficult not to chastise herself at this point. Feelings are complimented but not this complicated.

‘I don’t even like men.’ She knew this part of herself very well and from a young age. Of course she’s tried a couple of hetero relationships but early on she knew for a fact that she just wasn’t feeling anything romantic or otherwise. Yet here she was, clearly feeling something. It burned like fire and made her chest heavy, but also made her feel like she was breathing better than ever? Her heart ached, but she didn’t want it to stop. Somehow, it felt….good? All these positives and negatives kept clashing. She felt like a walking contradiction.

Sun had noticed the girl was lost in thought while they entered her home. He chose to leave her be. He wasn’t sure of what to say anyways. Right now he was invested in looking around. ‘I wish my home was half as cool as this.’ He thought while removing his shoes. Living in a literal treehouse was already cool but the way everything was set up kept adding brownie points. Then it hit him, small talking about her home could break the ease. He touched her shoulder and Ilia jumped a little; realizing she had spaced out again.

Ilia:S...Sorry. You say something?

Sun:I was gonna say you have a nice place.

Ilia:Oh, thanks. *smiles* You wouldn’t believe how long it took to make this place. Worth it though. It’s out of the way and peaceful.

Sun:Yeah I’ve noticed you tend to like your space. Anyways...I’ll...see ya tomorrow?

Ilia:Umm yeah?

Sun:....

Ilia:...

Sun:*slowly walking to the futon.*

Ilia:What are you doing?

Sun:About to...sleep?

Ilia:Aren’t you forgetting something?

Sun:....covers?

Ilia:A shower Sun. You’re dirty from being out partying.

Sun:I don’t have spare clothes.

Ilia:I have plenty of big t-shirts and basketball shorts. There’s spare towels and washcloths already in the bathroom.

Sun:Thanks.

Ilia:I can’t believe you tried going to sleep filthy.

Sun:Listen, I’m playing this by ear.

Ilia:Well make sure you wash behind said ears.

She walked down to the end of the wall into her room. A circular bed filled most of the room with cabinets drawers built in underneath where she stored her clothes. Lights hung from the center of the ceiling and spread across the walls like vines; while a small hatch connected to a string could open a piece of the ceiling to maya sky light. Airflow was good too. ‘I’m glad I cleaned in here.’

…..

‘Why’d I think that? He’s not going to be in here.’ Ilia dismissed the thought from her mind and grabbed whatever she reached for first. Blue shorts and yellow shirt; it’s funny how life works out like that sometimes. Ilia left the room and tossed Sun the clothes as he walked into the restroom.

Ilia:To turn on the shower-

Sun:I can figure out a bathtub Ilia.

Ilia:(Okay Mr. Know it all.Is the day finally getting to him or something? Guess I shouldn’t blame him. He’s not the only one on edge.)

Rushing water and the change of the sound of it hitting the tub did indeed let her know he figured it out. Oddly enough, knowing that Sun was currently showered wasn’t as flustering as everything else. That was until she realized a cold reality. One of two things would happen when he wears those clothes. Option one, he realizes there’s no change in underwear and wears the pair he has; eww. Or option two, he’ll go commando. In her shorts. That first option was looking really good. It’ll give her a reason to knock him down a peg.

Instead of waiting for him like a weirdo; Ilia went back to her room to grab one of the dozen pillows on her bed along with a spare blanket. It didn’t take long to turn the futon into bed mode and set everything up. She actually finished right as he got out. The boy’s hair and tail were a bit damp and his clothes folded up. That was unexpected. It really was hard to pinpoint exactly what level of care Sun did and did not have for hygiene. Ilia couldn’t resist looking at all the layers of the folded clothes. Sure enough, his boxers were there and not on him. Another thing to add to her contradicting feelings.

Ilia:Those fit you surprisingly well.

Sun:Why do you have such baggy clothes?

Ilia:Lounge wear. I like to be comfortable.

Sun:Really? Judy told me the opposite. Something about wearing bras while at home?

Ilia:Why does she care so much about that!? What’s the problem with that!?

Sun:She said it had something to do with being comfortable with your body in a safe environment. I didn’t really get it either. Do you have a place to wash these?

Ilia:Yeah I’ll deal with it. Right now just-...

Sun:Ilia?

She didn’t answer him. For a second he had thought she spaced out again but no, she was looking at him? Ilia started walking forward and actually passed him to the bathroom to the sink. Sun realized he had forgotten the things that were in his pockets there. Then, his face went pale.

Ilia picked up his scroll, a pack of gum, some change, and the thing that made her shut up in the first place. A couple of condom packets. Sun felt like flinging himself out the tree as Ilia walked back to him and slowly put all the items on his stack of clothes. The two looked at each other. Ilia had a face of skepticism and slight embarrassment. Sun doubled down on the ladder.

Ilia:So...were you feeling lucky tonight? Confident? Dumb...?

Sun:I swear those aren’t mine.

Ilia:Yet you have them because…?

Sun:Okay, they’re mine now. But I didn’t ask for them. Neptune gave me those when you and Judy got food. He kept going on about being prepared and not knowing what tonight could hold. I was trying to give them back but then you showed up and I panicked.

‘Neptune.’ Ilia thought menacingly. ‘You’ll get yours.’

Sun:Still mad.

Ilia:Not mad, I’m just on edge. Sorry.

Sun:Trust me, I get it. Go take your shower and I’m gonna go to sleep. I think we both need it.

Ilia:Yeah. You’re right. If you got hungry then feel free trying to create whatever out of the fridge.

Sun:Will do; thanks.

At last, the night was finally over. It was fun, exhausting but fun. She had taken her shower then went straight to her room. Ilia’s body felt heavy yet her mind was still racing and her eyes fully open; sleeping was impossible. Her hands fiddled with the stitching of the black basketball shorts and her gold tank top felt off for some reason. She knew it was all in her head. What felt off was in the other room.

Ilia grabbed her scroll to check the time. Almost one o’clock; only forty five minutes has passed since she finished her shower. ‘This is ridiculous. I’m tired so sleeping should be easy.’ She tried closing her eyes to sink into sleep but it never came. It only took another five minutes before she rose from her bed agitated. ‘I wonder if Sun is up? One way to find out.’

Ilia walked to the door before stopping suddenly. The butterflies were coming back. It was almost unbearable. Still she persisted and followed through. Step by anxious step, she walked towards the living room. Ilia peeked around the corner as if this was someone else’s house and found him facing the wall and bundled up under the blanket she gave him. At first glance he looked to be completely at rest. However, the twitch of his nose and eyes seen thanks to faunus night vision indicated otherwise.

Ilia:I know you’re awake. Don’t try to lie.

Sun:Sigh...looks like we’re both restless.

Ilia:Scooch over. At least we have tv.

He did what he was told and sat up so she could sit on his left. The light from the tv lit the dark room with some anime Ilia seemed to like. Sun wondered if Blake influenced the girl or if it was the other way around all along? Now wasn’t the time to bring her up though. It would’ve killed the mood; whatever that might be.

Ilia wasn’t afraid to steal cover from him and did so without a second thought. After sitting on the bench from earlier, this by far was an improvement. There was a bit more space this time. However, she could still feel the heat coming from him; so warm and inviting. She couldn’t help but scoot a little closer; making her skin turn more than a little red. Sun tried to focus on the show but it wasn’t working. Whatever shampoo Ilia used on her long flowing hair was tickling his nose. Maple, somehow it was perfect for her. Sun might’ve been a patient person even if he had his limits, and right now morality and a bit of fear was the only thing holding them back. He wasn’t the only one. Unlike him however, Ilia had enough of the tension. Progress had to be made; for better or for worse.

Ilia:It was nice….

Sun:Huh?

Ilia:You asked me at the pier how it was when we...you know. It was nice, from what I can remember.

Sun:*red* Oh. Me- me too. From what I can remember. It’s still pretty hazy at some parts. I...still remember your rules though.

Ilia:Is that right?

Sun:Yep.

……

Ilia:You’re holding yourself back somehow for my sake aren’t you? Even after what Neptune and I told you. I...don’t mind if you’re a little greedy sometimes.

His heart skips a beat. Sun looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Ilia kept both eyes on the screen but her entire face was flushed. She tried stealing a glance but locked eyes with him for a second. His attention was fully on her.

His silence was getting to her something fierce. She was about to speak again but the sudden warmth of Sun wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer made her gasp in surprise.

She was more than warm now; Ilia felt like an inferno. She could feel Sun’s hands shake slightly as they began roaming her midsection and legs. He was nervous. Good, that means she wasn’t alone.

Ilia places her hands on his to let him know his touch was more than welcomed. It got a bit more firmer. More confident. Ilia closed her eyes and shuddered from the way his hands made her body feel like it was melting. Short breaths of air sucked through her teeth periodically the more he advanced. Pleasure or not, Ilia’s pride refused to let her express to Sun how much she was enjoying such a simple act.

It only got more difficult. Sun leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck; making the girl in his arms bite her lip a little rougher than she would’ve liked. Slowly he trailed upwards until Ilia could feel his breath against her ear. “Let me know if you wanna stop.”, he whispered in a husky tone that was new to her. She doubted it was gonna be the last time it was heard. Ilia didn’t trust herself to speak so nodded instead. Sun’s hand got busy. His left hand slid under Ilia’s shirt and towards her chest. While the right one took the plunge down into shorts; trailing the middle finger up and down her already damp slit.

Ilia wasn’t ready for the sudden surge of pleasure. Her body hunched over a little as a reflex as she let out a small whimper. The freckles across her started turning pink as Sun kept the attention on her left tit and mound. “F..Fuck…”, she said with a rasp in her voice. She was rarely this sensitive; this needy. Yet right now Ilia felt like she had just run a marathon and was starting to break a sweat. Is this what happens when you let tension build all day? It was kinda worth it.

“You okay?” Sun said with his voice more normal than last time.

“Mmmhmm” was all Ilia could manage in the moment. She leaned back into his chest and lifted her waist. Both of her hands went to the waistband of her shorts a little faster than she meant to do and pulled the unneeded clothing off. She bent her left leg and placed on the futon. Allowing Sun to have more room for his right hand to work. The feeling of something poking her lower only her head get fuzzier. Ilia didn’t really remember much about what Sun was packing but she was anxious regardless.

Sun couldn’t help but think how cute she looked right now.Not to mention how aroused he was. He wasn’t afraid to admit that seeing her like this was thrilling. He wanted more. “You know you don’t have to hold back either right?” His voice dripping with desire. “I wanna hear you…”

Yeah, that voice was going to be a problem. “Don’t get ahead of yourse-aah!”

Her protest went unfinished as she felt Sun’s middle finger slide into her. The digit rubbed slowly; exploring this new, soaked area. With each thrust the walls clamped and spasmed around it. Sun continued kissing her. The assault on so many areas at once crumbled Ilia’s resolve. Her chest rising and falling in excitement. “That wasn’t so hard, wasn't it?”

“I’m...totally getting you...back.” Ilia did her best to calm down but it wasn’t working. Being the only one overwhelmed wasn’t fun. She was the person with actual experience here. Somehow she gathered her thoughts together and managed to reach behind her and tug on Sun’s shorts. A chill up his spine and through his tail from Ilia’s nimble fingers run down his pelvis. Moments later a rush of adrenaline hits him as her hands wrap around his length and frees it. Slowly her hands start stroking it up down. Ilia was never an expert at this thing for obvious reasons but Sun seemed to enjoy it. Low groans invaded her ear as she picked up the pace. The hot and foreign object steadily getting harder with time.

The sounds Ilia got out of Sun only made her enjoy it more. When was the last time foreplay felt this rewarding? This intense? She wanted to keep it going but her body had other plans. Sun slid a second finger into her to add more fuel to the fire that threatened to burn her up. “Sun...Sun!” Being quiet was out the window. Every touch felt like electricity. Her toes started to curl as she teetered on the edge of her release. “Time out! Time out!” She shouted frantically before it was too late.

“Huh?” Sun was caught off guard but stopped as instructed. Was she hurt? Did she change her mind. A million worries started building up as she sat forward and turned towards him completely flushed. Her shirt clinged to her body from the thin layer of sweat that covered her. Even strands of hair stuck to Ilia’s face as she calmed down. She didn’t look hurt, not at all. So why stop? “Umm did I do something wrong?”

Ilia shook her head side to side. “No. I just… the couch. I didn’t expect so much to happen here. It’s...way harder to clean than my sheets is all.” She wasn’t lying. The bed was definitely a better choice to do this. What she didn’t admit to him was how hard that orgasm was about to hit. No way would she have any energy to return the favor if it had.

“Oh, phew, I thought I did something bad. I’ve kinda been playing this entire thing by ear.” Knowing that only made Ilia more embarrassed. ‘I gotta step my game up.’ She thought; her heartbeat finally calming down a bit. She took this opportunity to look at what she had been so feverishly stroking. It only made her entire body change red in surprise. It didn’t look how she’d expect. It wasn’t anything cartoonishly big like many people over exaggerate about but she had a hard time believing that fit in her before. Then again, she did have a limp.

“Umm Ilia, could you not stare. It’s a little embarrassing.” The boy said sheepishly. It was crazy how fast his attitude changed in the heat of the moment. “Sorry, just psyching myself up is all. Where are the condoms?”

“The counter. We’re going straight to that? No oral or anything?” A valid question that would’ve made Ilia redder if that was even possible. “Sorry but not really the type of girl to do that in a...straight scenario.” It felt a little rude to say that out loud. “I wouldn’t feel right if you did it to me because then it’s one sided.”

He got why she felt that way but it was a little disappointing. He’d never done anything like that before either; it would’ve been interesting. “Understandable.Guess we’ll skip right to the fun part then.” Without warning he lifted her up. Ilia gave a small yelp; instinctively wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Hey! Warn me next ti-aah! S...Sun..” Ilia tried to maintain some bite in her voice but it proved nearly impossible by the small bites and nibbles being placed on her neck. The fire she tried to quell was rising again. She could barely keep her eyes open while Sun took her to bed. His tail grabbing the condoms from the counter along the way. This was really happening.

Sun pushed open the door and laid her gently on the bed. Ilia watched the boy make a sincere smile that said “yeah, I’m nervous too.” The fact that he’s been so attentive to her needs was chipping away at her pride and slightly bruising her ego. He shouldn’t be doing most of the work. Time to step up.

“Hey…”

“Hmm? Yeah Ili-” She pulled him down onto her bed before he could finish speaking. Ilia grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him; along with kicking off all the surplus pillows. Then leaned him back a little as she bit his neck; the feel of her left hand running across his skin frazzled Sun and left him speechless. “Relax for me…” her tone sultry and deliberately making things more anxious for him. Sun tried to control his breathing as her lips ran across his chest and her free hand pulled off his shorts; boxers and all.

Ilia finally removed her now soaked panties and straddled her friend right above his member. Sun was about to remind her about the condom but felt a chill as thin latex was being rolled onto him. ‘When did she take it from me?” He wondered in amazement and concerned. Being that sneaky in a situation like this is a dangerous skill. He wondered if it came naturally, or practiced?

“So, you ready?” His voice was shaking as he looked into her eyes. “Because I’m not.” Ilia pressed her forehead against his. Their bodies slightly shook and felt like pure flames. “Guess we’re on the same page. Second thoughts?”

“Not on your life.”

“Good, or this would’ve been pretty embarrassing.” Ilia raised her hips and lined him up with her entrance. Slowly she started to lower herself down. Inch by inch Ilia felt Sun spread her sensitive walls until he was nearly all the way inside. Full couldn’t begin to describe this feeling. It was like he was touching everything at once; sending pleasure from head to toe. How she did this drunk she’ll never understand.

Ilia leaned forward and hid her face in the crook of his neck and started rocking her hips. Raising them till the tip was all that remained before sinking back down to her limit. Gradually she got faster with each one and couldn’t stop the sounds of her own pleasure from escaping.

Sun was no different. His heart raced and his jaw was clenched tightly. She gripped him like a vice and felt hotter than imaginable. He didn’t know how he didn’t cum immediately. “Fuuuck! Ilia!” He groaned into her ear with a hunger in his voice. “You feel so good!” The bed began to creak as they continued to go at it; the only louder noise being their voice and the sound of wet flesh colliding.

Their minds became cloudy as they brought each other closer to the edge. Instincts guided their body’s now. Ilia felt her strength starting to wane. Annoyingly, her hips started slowing down. Nails dug into Sun’s back and her eyes closed as she tried to hold out just a little longer. “Close. I’m so damn close..”, she whimpered and mewled in a haze of passion.

“Me too. Ahh! Ilia!” He wasn’t going to let this moment fade, not yet. Not like this. Sun gripped the girls slender waist and started timing his thrust with hers. The way his fingers pressed into her reminded Ilia of last time. The added intensity and memories made her body rage and ache. Tension was building in the pit of her gut and her toes started to curl once again. “Sun I’m...I’M!!!”

Her lips denied her from finishing her sentence. Instead she let out a cry of pleasure while her entire body felt like it had just gotten zapped by a million volts. Sun felt Ilia’s soaked walls clamp down tighter to milk him of everything he had. The grip was too much for him to bear and Sun came, hard. Ilia felt the condom swell inside her. No doubt filling with ropes of cum from Sun’s frantically twitching length. Latex or not, she could feel the warmth from the loud and it made her shudder. She couldn’t even imagine the feeling of it actually shooting into her. The thought made her heart skip a beat.

Energy quickly left their bodies and Sun fell backwards with Ilia on laying on his chest. Sweat covered both of them and each struggled for a moment to calm their breathing. It wasn’t long after that Sun finally went limp enough to slide out of the gir. Ilia used the strength she had left to remove the condom and tie it up before tossing it to the side. Proper disposal can happen later. Right now was resting time.

Sun:Phew, that was...was…

Ilia:It really was….

Sun:So I did good?

Ilia:I’m...panting and was screaming. You tell me?

Sun:Good. I’m relieved. Not exactly experienced with any of this.

Ilia:You did wonderfully.

She groaned in blissful exhaustion. Keeping her eyes half open was a real struggle. Everything felt surreal. It had been all night. Both were about to pass out any minute.

Ilia:Time to rest. I can feel myself drifting.

Sun:Want me to go back to the couch? Give you some room?

Ilia:Idiot. You think I’d just kick you to the curve after this? I’m not getting off you and you earned this spot for tonight.

Sun:Good. Don’t think I would’ve made it there anyways. You think this will be weird tomorrow? Or you know, okay?

Ilia:You’re more than welcome to sneak out before I wake up if you can’t handle it. But right now..

She clung to him and willingly closed her eyes. “Rest…” those were her final words before drifting off into slumber. Sun followed right behind her. Letting darkness surround them as he held the girl close. It truly had been a long day.

Part 9 & Part 10(1)

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Next Caller Pt 43

Tapping fingers on the counters was the reaction of the Dwarf population listening to the end of your show where again Durin had just been narrowly skirted past engagement. No doubt the fourth of hundreds Thorin expected to be put through and already his pocket was buzzing on the family group messages that had been going off since the show had begun. No doubt his relatives were in a whirl wondering just how the couple’s path would unfold as Gorgo called to check in for another update on the production numbers for printing your first novel.

Out of your booth you giggled again shaking your head at Mal’s apology and walked behind the twins to get a look at what they had done so far. Nearly all completed you watched as Elurin flipped through a few sections giving a hint of the commercial in its drop. Saying, “Tomorrow if you have the background book we can compile them for the background.”

Smirking at him you replied, “If I have it.”

Elured chuckled saying, “Meant if you had it at home. In case you loaned it to Celebrian or something.”

Ori asked as you eyed the last panel he was fixing, “Would you let us back tomorrow?”

Grinning at him and Shari you said, “Of course, if you like. At this rate should have it done by the weekend. Audio on Thursday. Next week if you aren’t bored enough I could show you how to scan it all into the system.”

Shari nodded, “We won’t be bored.”

You grinned and said, “I’ll try and see once this is put together just what I can wrangle up for you to try and help till your program starts.”

The doorbell rang and Ori said, “That would be Bofur,” Looking to his bag then to the papers then to you.

“You can leave those, nobody will bother those overnight.”

He nodded and they both thanked you again and hurried to the door promising to be here first thing making you smile and turn to your friends. Elured said, “They have talent.”

Elurin, “Messed up a panel and they both nearly cried. So, merely have to remind them there is no death penalty for mistakes here and they should relax into the process. We know your style to have a new one copied up before they could fuss over it.”

“I think they’re sweet, still young, they’ll find their feet.”

Your eyes turned to Mal holding BamBam in his bag again saying, “I am so sorry.”

“He’s adorable, it’s forgiven. No doubt Dain will be thrilled his BamBam is now famous. The only live Boar on voice actor staff.” Making her giggle and roll her eyes, “You rode your scooter, right?”

She nodded, “Yes, off to bag shopping.” Giving you a hug and walking herself out as the twins joined you to your room where they looked through your leather bound reference book on the entire Palace Beatrice lived in from blueprints to the silverware designed for each occasion they held in your books.

“Have I said how much I love you?” Elurin said as you changed into shorts and the tank top Thorin loved to ogle you in to go under your favorite forest green flannel.

“You have,” You giggled back adding your converse.

To which Elured answered, “Because you are every animator’s dream. You know if any broadcasting company sees these you could very well have an animated show on your hands.”

“Either a show or proof that I am borderline obsessed with this imaginary world of mine.”

The both said, “A little obsession goes a long way when living in genius.” Following you to the studio they left the book in that you powered down and closed so the birds wouldn’t get into it.

Onto the foot of your bed Belly flew extra puffed up proudly landing beside you making you smirk and say, “Morning Belly. You are up early.”

With a nod he replied smiling as he said, “Darling is carrying eggs!”

“Very well done! That’s amazing!” You said scooping him up for a gentle hug he cuddled into, “I take it she is nest bound until the laying?”

He nodded as you pulled him back settling him down beside you again on the bed and he puffed up again replying, “Yes, and I have been tasked to gather her morning fruit and food supply, merely I wished to inform you on your way out.”

“That is amazing news Belly, congratulations, truly, and please do pass on the same to Darling when she wakes up.”

He nodded, “Absolutely, safe travels Jackrabbit.” And promptly turned to take off to tend to his expecting mate leaving you giggling and sharing to the twins who praised the pair with you while you made your own stop to peer into the greenhouse that Roac, once having said good morning to you was off to find food for Dot’s daily offering.

To the door you walked with the pair complimenting you on what they saw so far of their tour of your home that you locked up to head out of your garage, stopping only to toss your tea stained sweater into Thorin’s waiting basket of laundry yet to be washed. With the two adorably squeezed into your car for the drive to the studio that you let them out on the curb just outside it. “Bright and early tomorrow JackRabbit.” The pair of them waved and watched you pull away to make a stop to see just what Thorin had thought of the show halfway still mentally stuck on just how Cirnaven would react to your home and if he’d already told your family who was being surprisingly mum on the topic. Unless of course they were trying to be as to not spoil the outcome of the interview or the list of possible interns to protect his usual reputation for utmost secrecy until the day of released names for said program.

Once parked through the back door you walked stopping outside the back end of the herb shop hearing Thorin and Dwalin talking while Balin manned the counter with the other younger employees. Stopping just shy of the door wondering if you should interrupt them or not yet merely listening in for a break to let them know you were here.

Dwalin sighed out, “It’s on Saturday. They hardly ever bring the show to town.”

Thorin, “Then get tickets, Bilbo has to go to Bell’s for that thing with their uncle so you have a night off.”

Dwalin scoffed, “Even if I could get the tickets so I could take you Bilbo would shun me for a month for not taking him. You know how he loves to collect playbills and getting signatures even though he’s seen it twelve times I couldn’t dare go without him.”

Thorin hummed back, “Unless you brought him back a playbill. He’s seen it twelve times, play to his pity then, you’ve promised to take me three times and ditched me to-,”

Dwalin pointed at him, “Hey, that last one Frodo had to have his feet measured and you know it for those moldings on Gran’s mantle.”

Thorin, “Doesn’t excuse the two times before that.”

Dwalin, “You and I both know Mafioso pouted like that you’d drop what you had that week to stay with her. Besides, how am I supposed to buy tickets when we’re knee deep in inventory spreadsheets?”

Thorin huffed and said, “Fine, but the very next time Clustered Anchors comes to town or any country close by rail you are taking me no matter who is pouting.”

Already on your phone you had pulled up the page for the theater and managed to get two box seats. A ridiculous sum, but paid for by your little black card making you smirk as you pocketed your phone to the squeal of a woman noticing you over the counter of the tea shop, “Miss Pear!”

In a ripple more people pooled into view over the counter and Thorin was nudged by Dwalin to go spend your hour lunch break with him to the blend of questions coming from the customers all pleading to know what was coming next. Upon seeing Thorin you smiled imagining the note coming with the delivery of the tickets the next day hoping that the pair of them would enjoy their surprise night on the town all on you. Straight to your side Thorin walked flashing you a grin and you said with Dwalin in view, “Belly and Darling have a clutch on the way.” His jaw dropped and he glanced at the crowd after a flash from a stolen picture and then led you into the office where the warm lunch was waiting in the lunchbox he unpacked the interior trays for it out on the table. “Belly had to get to fetching food and Darling was still asleep and on nest rest until hatching but I think by how eager they have been it is bound to be a large clutch.”

“That is amazing. No doubt that would push Dot over the edge.”

“Roac was onto fetching more food when I left, no doubt he could hint that she could have a full nest of her own if she just lets him wiggle in there,” Making him smirk and look your way. “How’s inventory?”

“Good, same as usual. Shouldn’t be late by how it looks we should be done early. How did the show go, heard BamBam sneak in there, Dain was thrilled.”

“Yes,” you giggled out, “Snuck in on my bathroom break. Mal got him out. And Ori and Shari did well. Should be done for the most part by the weekend.”

“Bofur texted, they were thrilled about it. Couldn’t stop praising what you had completed on your own already and the styles they are getting to learn they had only read about in school.” After a moment he asked, “Are you excited, your uncle is coming to town?”

“I do miss him, more curious than anything, even Naneth hasn’t said anything and usually she lets on a hint when something is coming my way, even a postcard. Must be his usual secrecy about who he accepts.”

Thorin looked you over asking, “That it?” Your eyes met his after a glance at the tea Balin brought in for you both before darting away closing the door behind him. “Seems like there is something else behind that look of yours.”

“Oh, I just,” you sighed and said, “Darling isn’t very young,”

“Ah,”

“I want to email the zoo but I don’t-,”

“In case they lose the clutch.”

“I think once they are laid should be good. No doubt they’re bound to be healthy with how much weight and the shine her feathers have put on.”

Thorin nodded, “She is looking much more striking with her stripes.” Hastily he wet his lips and said, “I will message Gran, have her inform our flock and the Elders to convene with Mahal.” You began to shake your head and he laid his hand over yours, “This is a delicate matter, you are concerned and Mahal granted our kin union with Ravens, perhaps it might help bolster her strength to know she has a flock behind her wishing her along. Gran could send along tokens to comfort her from them.”

You nodded smiling to try not to cry saying, “I just hope when she has her first clutch it doesn’t take too much out of her.”

“She is very strong now that she has been pampered by Belly. I know you care for his pain as well as having bonded with her for the brief time knowing her. Please do not doubt Darling is very emboldened by the greenhouse her clutch will grow in.”

“I do try not to be so,”

“My kin know these worries, laying eggs is a fragile thing. We all mind carrying females just as we mind expecting mothers. There is no weakness in it, I will tell my family. I should ready some of the usual biscuits our clan bake for clutches in fact, this is what I know to be the first Zebra Striped Raven clutch to hatch in fifty years, legitimately that is. It is quite sacred thing to mark.”

“Belly does like biscuits.”

He chuckled and murmured shifting to ease the food closer to you on the table, “So does Roac. Whenever you decide to share the news they will be thrilled.”

“Besides, I doubt they are done throwing a celebration over the three chicks. The footage has been playing on loop on their website.”

“Yes, had several people talking about that when we got unlocked to serve, front page in several papers that Hector has a little family. Best news they have gotten since hearing he was let out of the Aviary upon discovery of his Mate.”

“That must be what the emails were about from them. No doubt it’s helping to boost money for their rescue programs. Even heard the page for Darling and Dot have blown up hearing they have Mates found as well.”

Thorin chuckled, “Yes, Roac heard about it from one of the neighbors Ravens and had me look it up. Leads back to Belly’s dance video with a counter on how many days since to give hope on clutches, statistics and percentages listed underneath to guess when they would succeed.”

“Does his family put pressure for grandchildren?” making Thorin smirk, “I’m not too common on flock dynamics. Or is it a what will be will be?”

Thorin wet his lips again as you readied your fork for a bite, “A little of both. It is more towards the latter, merely they give pointers on choosing Mates to fit the flock.”

You nodded asking, “Would they have liked Darling for Belly?”

Thorin chuckled and patted his hand on your thigh, “They are perfectly matched, do not worry on that. She would have refused if he was anything but the best Mate out there for fathering with. You have done very well giving them such living spaces, even back in Beryl. It was incredible and he has strong wings and sturdy legs having had ample exercise and mental distractions, even more so now. Please don’t doubt yourself. That is exactly why the Aviary is re-planning their exhibits to follow more along the natural splendor your greenhouse has.”

“I just know Kuu is a bit odd,”

Thorin chuckled, “All owls are odd, even ones that aren’t Great Owls. Kuu is more accustomed to people, not odd. I actually like him, and think we are growing to be friends.”

“He does like you,” making him smirk, “If he didn’t he would bite you. Clawed at a man in the Aviary first time who tried to lift his wing without asking.”

“That’s just rude.”

“Exactly, then Kuu made a point to flash his wings for anyone but him.” Making Thorin chuckle, “He’s inherited some of my spite.”

After you had eaten a few bites he hummed out, “The show was incredible. Should have heard the groans, and the messages in the family chat are still going.”

“No doubt.”

“And Gorgo says they are about halfway to a first shipment amount of collections. Could have gone faster but they want to be extra careful with these.”

“Thank you for that, well not you perhaps per se, but your family, for taking such good care of it.”

“Your story deserves respect. The utmost respect available.”

“It really means a lot, and no doubt due to,”

“The use of the Durin name has little to do with it and everything to do with the story itself and care that went into it. We’ve had books crafted more like pamphlets put out with our clan name who have garnered less praise from our clan. I am going to go out on a huge limb here and say much like you are an honorary Stonefoot you are as good as a Durin, even before our betrothal.”

“Careful who might hear that.” Making him smirk again, “I hear your clan refuses to comment on that subject.”

He rolled his eyes, “You know precisely why they haven’t.”

“Oh I assure you I have precisely no clue the reasoning of Durins.” You said smirking at him around another mouthful of your meal making him smirk again.

“The reasoning, if you must know, would be that it would be all over every front page and gossip broadcast until an engagement was announced and all the way to each anniversary and possible birth announcement in the future. It is fortunate we have been able to hide Dis’ pregnancy this long, convenient shoulders and bodies were blocking her belly in each shot posted in the hotel. Last time she was hounded for three years up till we had her bolted in the Midwife’s cottage on our grounds.”

“So one public date and it’s countdown to babies just like Belly and Darling?”

He chuckled at your giggles humming back, “In not so glorious terms, yes. If you like I will practice a dance.”

“I look forward to it.” The answer nearly making him swallow his food the wrong way and smirk at you when you took another bite.

For the rest of the break he kept the conversation going as casually as possible while his nerves grew, eager to return home to see just how the Ravens had managed, namely the males who were readying for the change. It could be up to 25 days until eggs would arrive and he knew his family would be anxious to help calm your nerves and join in the support for the expecting parents. When you had headed off to the hotel post stolen hugs of the brothers who were just as elated to head of the news for Belly with the trio conferencing about it.

Balin, “Are you calling the Elders or shall I?”

Thorin replied, “I probably should, I could while I drive home and start the laundry then I can check in on the happy couple and see if Roac has any news for me.”

Dwalin chuckled out, “No doubt Dot will have accepted him by now with Darling’s news, won’t want to be too far behind.”

Balin, “Jaqi is terribly concerned?”

Thorin wet his lips, “Darling is considerably older. She has gained weight and is striking in her coating feathers now, she worries for Darling’s pain and Belly’s, if anything went wrong.”

Balin nodded, “I will tell our couple at home. They would wish to join in on the tokens.”

Dwalin, “Last I saw Darling was thriving, we will add our support in this as well for the household and their future clutch.”

Thorin, “Jaqi guesses it would be a large one. I do hope so. Darling has well earned a healthy large clutch of her own with Belly.”

“There is a new Durin on the way?!” An eavesdropping woman asked halfway leaning over the end of the counter to listen in on the trio in the herb shop.

Dwalin turned to answer, “One of our ravens is carrying a clutch of eggs. Bit aged, but it is her first clutch so we are wishing for the best.”

Her mood deflated and she looked to Thorin, “I hoped you and your lover were expecting.”

Thorin chuckled replying, “Were we expecting I would be glued to the floor.”

They all answered a few more questions on people lingering about before Thorin broke from the pair eager to send him home at the circumstances since most of the work was done anyways. The call to his Gran shifted the mood in the Durin lands and right away they got to spreading the word through the flock who indeed got to fashioning tokens knowing Roac would be right behind his new friend they wished the best for, including the continuance of the rare breed of raven. Concern surely was shared along with hopes that the best would come of this.

Though by the time he’d dumped his basket of laundry in the washer and started it he had hung up and went to the greenhouse. A smile easing across his lips hearing Belly serenading Darling while she snacked and relaxed as he watched Roac carrying more leaves to Dot’s spacious house. Right inside he fit decorating the second nest he would claim now. And quite eagerly Thorin got to sharing the news that Roac was now coupled and as Dot was choosing the right spot for their own mating grounds Roac shared his hopes and took tips Belly had granted him for success. Thorin answered the video call coming in so Roac could speak with his father and brothers for more details to remember for success only bolstering his hope while Darling and Belly fluffed up giddily hearing the praise from the Durin flock on their news at the end.

For as long as he could manage he remained with them until he got to cleaning his lunch box and prepping dinner for you and lunch for the following day. Washer to dryer the clothes were eventually moved and after peeking in at Roac again now flying off with Dot to try for mating after the rituals just hearing made Thorin want to go outside for a walk for how awkward it was for spectators of the non feathered persuasion.

A stolen trip into your studio had his smile returning as he flipped a bit through the stacks seeing just how much work had indeed been managed in one day after the bare sketches he had seen the other day. Proud already from the naked ones now he was justly beaming for the next to finished product he couldn’t wait to see online knowing how grateful you and your kin would be to see it for yourselves after the near impossible wait for it to just be.

Thorin did what he could to transport Roac’s favorite things to his new house around his nest he had been asked for then went off to bed once the biscuits had cooled enough to pass out among the couples and Kuu woke long enough to enjoy the peas boiled for him. Deeply he drifted off to sleep with your comments on the Durins naming your relationship and how accepting you had seemed to the possibility. Hoping that if a public official date would be publicized that you wouldn’t be regretting choosing him. Even if you had your cohabitation papers signed and sealed filed away in the clan vault he still hoped you would never regret just how public his clan would make your life even without the Bunny Show already in it to boost your name.

Still with no word on any visit from family you settled your cleaning cart into its spot and turned to head for lunch. You made it into the lift before realizing that Vili was in it with you waiting for you to take notice of him. “Hello, wanted to make sure I didn’t catch you off guard.”

“No, it’s fine. Busy day?” You asked making him chuckle at your clear nerves towards why he had come to find you.

“Sort of. Wanted to check in, let you know how excited we all are at the news about Belly and Darling.”

“Yes, he is so excited. Told me between shifts.”

“I bet. It’s huge news, and Thorin passed on Dot did allow Roac to move in as well.”

“That’s amazing. Hopefully that has her adoring him now and nod bickering.”

He nodded and wet his lips, “I had another reason to check in with you, I am not certain how much press you have been noticing.”

“Oh, well I got my nails done and they had a show with three ladies on it talking about the suspicions I guess Thorin and I have stirred up. First I’ve seen of it beyond people snapping pictures at dinner and rug shopping with him the other day.”

He nodded, “And, how are you taking that?”

“It’s, I mean he’s a Durin, so I didn’t think it would be fully anonymous forever. I guess it really goes more into my keeping my head down so long and being cautious in pictures outside of family and friends. But I’m getting better on that, people seem nice so far when they aren’t arguing over points on the show. He says he likes the sort of, avoidance? I don’t think that’s the right word. But with just us for now, says if they know then the clock will start on babies.”

That had Vili laugh and nod stepping out with you, “Yes, well even with Dis and I it was massive in the tabloids when we were courting as teens. But that was a joining of two huge clans, and we are trying to ensure you have all the time you need and what privacy we can grant you.”

“Well it’ll happen when it happens, eventually word will slip out that we are living together.”

Vili chuckled again, “Oh yes, then we can be blazed in the press for hiding a union from the public. Have you spoken to Gorgo yet?”

“No, but Echo did tell me we were about halfway, or nearly halfway, to enough books to ship out for sale.”

“Yes, so hopefully in a couple months we can all see what drove her so crazy. We love the show but to get the full world you built up, sketches and all. Bofur says the kids said the commercial is stunning even silent.”

“I think it should be cute, build up suspense, it’s kind of like how the show started with Beatrice, her welcoming you in and at the end the book bomb is dropped.” Making him chuckle and turn hearing his name called. “Look at you trying to sneak out of work.”

Playfully he smirked at you saying, “Enjoy your lunch. We’ll try to set up a dinner or something later.” Flashing you a quick wave in his trot off to meet up with his relative that had flashed you a wave you returned as well.

Curious what could be coming next you were lost to your thoughts again only this time you got to wondering how the show Thorin and Dwalin were talking about. Everyone said it was fabulous but until now even the recorded shows on stage were way out of your price range leaving you seemingly the only person you knew in Erebor, other than Thorin it seemed, who hadn’t seen it out of the film adaptation that others claimed paled in comparison to the stage version. To you at least the film was pretty spectacular and you really didn’t have any experience with shows at all to have a clue how they might differ past the obvious lack of variety in locations for depth to the scenes to take in. Truly it didn’t matter anyways it was their day yet you looked forward to helping him get ready for it, And the thought of him in a suit certainly was tempting to day dream about.

Lunch to clock out you phased out and somehow ended up fifteen minutes early giving you time to linger in emptying and restocking your cart. One of your fellow maids came up to you smirking in her gentle tap on your arm, “Where did you drift off to? Looks like fun?”

Softly you giggled replying in a near sigh, “I like suits.”

Making her chuckle and walk with you to the locker room, “Don’t we all. New guy surprise you in a suit?”

“No, but he’s been talking about suit worthy plans this weekend with a cousin.”

“Durins do dress up well.”

“I think I’ve only seen pictures of him in suits. I bet he’d wear blue.” Making her chuckle again as you opened the door for you both and followed her inside where you saw three of the ladies promptly toss magazines into their lockers. With an awkward grin you said, “If it’s about me at least let me know if I have a weird look on my face in the picture or something. I’ve only been getting decorating magazines lately. Coffee cart guy is out at my second job or I’d be caught up on the gossip rags.”

One of the other ladies pulled out her magazine and brought it to you saying, “This one has you buying carpets and paint? They’re hinting you might be shacking up. I mean, we know you’re joining the fold but you haven’t been announced yet how would your clan take it if word came out you were cohabitating?”

“Well they know, my friends too. My sisters have even been keeping copies of stories they see on me.”

The first one asked, “Your clan does not have rules against being rumored in public before publicly being claimed?”

“Technically, that’s a grey area, because Hobbit, no, Elf, sort of,” you said tilting a hand side to side, “But I’m three different variations of Elf and a pinch of Maiar, who don’t technically share a lot when it comes to courting because there isn’t really a set plan for it.” They all stood looking you over and you said, “I’m a bit of a mutt.”

One of the ladies couldn’t help but giggle asking, “So, Elf and Maiar, no offence but how are you so-,”

“Travel sized?” She nodded trying not to laugh and you said, “I got no clue, something to do with Hobbit and Maiar genes mixing, always end up adorably tiny Elves. Trust me the Durins got a giggle on it too when they helped me move. But my family should be fine, as long as they get to meet him before anything closer to marriage were to happen.”

“Fair point,” two of the ladies said.

The woman with the magazine asked as she opened the magazine, “Please tell me you didn’t pick this sherbet rug.”

You giggled and said, “No, picked white fluffy ones for my home studio, it’s dark stone so I needed something light and I like fluffy rugs.”

“Home studio?” Another squealed out and she asked, “So the show is getting bigger?! Please tell me it’s getting bigger!”

Giggling you replied opening your locked to change, “My friends bought the station and they are doing remodels so now I can broadcast from home so they can have five hours to do whatever they are doing at the station.”

“That’s so incredible! And is there any news on your other show yet?”

“Not as far as I know. Another of my friends was the other artist/creator on it and she’s got three not so little ones at home, but I know if anyone contacts her on possible interest we have a few ideas shelved for it from when it got canceled.”

“How did it get canceled in the first place?! It is fabulous.”

Pulling on your shorts you replied, “Well, there was a bit of legal warfare, production company was bought and then pretty much every other company refused to air it leaving it just to Hobbit stations. And we own it but now thanks to the old owner dying Bombadil jumped on the chance to broadcast it on their system and now the old stations are murmuring on possibly playing it again in syndication.” Over your head you pulled on your tank top and your flannel after it hanging up your uniform while they delved into their favorite parts of the show and wishful thoughts for your show to be picked up again. Each of them stunned that such a great show got shelved in red tape for so long.

Pt 44

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #tea shop au #OC Mal

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Broken Vows - Part 2

Jazz wondered if he was building himself up for sparkbreak. First Aid had decreed that they would not open the pod here beneath Praxus. It was a precaution, but a reasonable one. Another mega-cycle in the sterile pod would not harm its occupant(s), but exposure to rust, or any other contaminants could be lethal to the mechanism(s). Reviving a mechanism from stasis could be a straightforward thing, or it could be complicated or even fatal. The spark fading was a real danger. Ratchet was best equipped at staving this dire complication off. Nonetheless, Jazz wished the pod had a window just so he could see for certain if it held Prowl, or Smokescreen, or some stranger. He told him, over and over, that he needed to be realistic, and he needed to temper hope. It was impossible. Finding those Cons with the corroded chassises had made the mad hope he had descended below Praxus with seem reasonable. It had taken only that little evidence to convince Jazz’s spark that Prowl had to be in that pod.

It had taken two mega-cycles to free the pod from the heavy, unstable rubble, and then one more to carefully lifted it up through the shaft, and then down the tunnel, and out to where Jackhammer had been hidden this entire time. The Jackhammer was not a roomy ship at the best of times. With a team comprised of large mechanisms, it had been a tight enough fit the flight over. Blade declared he would fly under his own power, and help guide the Jackhammer through the crevasses they would be flying through. Wheeljack had needed no guidance on flight to Praxus, he did not need it now. But with one fewer bot in the hull, the pod fit far more easily. It was still a squeeze. Jazz left the jump seats to the others, and sat on the floor, next to the pod. Wheeljack would have been back here fussy over his invention, but the flight path Jazz had assigned them prior to ever leaving Iacon required a high level of piloting skill, and familiarity of the craft, and that left Jackie in the pilot’s seat with Streetwise as his co-pilot. That post had been the saboteur’s on the flight in. No one questioned the change.

The flight home was rocky. To keep themselves below the Decepticon’s superior radar, Wheeljack had to fly extremely low, which meant a lot of quick, precise turns to avoid the occasional hill or cliff face. Jazz kept servo against the pod. It grounded him, and reassured him that the pod had been well really there. This was not a memory flux. The waking purge might still come. If the reality did not match his matchless hope. He need Prowl to be in this pod. He needed Smokescreen to be with him. In ten vorns he had come to terms with the grief for a loss that was not really his. It had only taken Wheeljack’s revelation about the Core to see the acceptance disappear, replaced by denial, hope. Would it take him another ten vorns to accept Prowl and Smokescreen were long lost if the pod opened and they were not in it? Or would that fresh grief finally drive him mad? Jazz believed he was strong enough to survive any torture, but to do so you had to want to live hard enough. Would he? Did he?

No one spoke the entire flight back to Iacon. Grapple was trying to keep his fuel tank under control and as the Jackhammer whipped left and right as he dodged the jagged terrain, Trailbreaker looked similarly ill. First Aid tended to Hot Spot. The leader of the Protectobots had brushed off his gestaltmate’s attempts to tend to his tends in the previous mega-cycles. With nothing left to do until they landed in Iacon, Hot Spot finally surrendered himself to First Aid’s ministrations. The final Protectobot, Groove was silent. Overall, Jazz was happy with the silence. He did not want to pretend he was not holding himself together by a single wire. One half of him was elated, the other half despairing as if determined to believe only the worst could be possible. Jazz offlined his optics and will those thoughts away. Though his processor was conflicted, his spark was not. No, his spark soared with hope and elation. He was ever an optimistic fool.

At some point he must have slipped into recharge. Jazz was jerked awake as the Jackhammer landed. His helm whipped up. The guards on his arms opened but he did not draw his blades. As he regained controlled of his spark, he looked around to see his comrades in similar states. It was embarrassing, as an operative, to recharge on the job. He had not recharge more than a half joor here or there since leaving Iacon. Jazz had never recharged deeply, and never easily, certainly not on a mission. With this mission, with his spark so invested in the outcome, the saboteur had not been able to lower his guard enough to really rest. Soon, he would find his berth. As Jazz waited for the hatch to lower, his spark began to raise faster and far. He would go to his berth soon, but not until the pod was opened, and he knew.

Ratchet appeared on Wheeljack’s heals, and he trudged up the ramp after the good-natured inventor. He glanced about the hull, and finally settled his optics on Jazz. The mech in question gave him a casual salute. Jazz had no desire to distract the medic from his real job. Though the CMO had been a great ally in his later recovery, Jazz had written his broken code with the help of a medic called Meltdown. A psychologist rather than a mnemosurgeon, the even tempered medic had been precisely what Jazz had needed. It was rare for him to touch base with Meltdown anymore, just a couple times a stellar-cycle. With the discord in his processor, he might need to schedule a session, regardless of the outcome.

Before he worried about maintenance, Jazz thought of his friends’ mission. Because they had been out of radio contact for the better part of two orns he did not know if they had been successful, or if they had failed. In fact, Jazz did not know if Mirage and Hound remained in the field. He knew they had not been captured, and he knew that they were still alive. Bumblebee, a wizened operative at a painfully young age, had been given orders to make contact if either horror were to occur. It had been Jazz’s order, no one else’s. His duty to his bots, especially his friends, remained unflinching in his spark.

Jazz would always care more than others would consider proper. Though he had thought this source of his breakdown, and as a result something he had to change, Meltdown had helped him recover his sanity while remain true to who he had always been. Not feeling, and not caring were not the key to his processor health, but rather accepting that grief, and loss, and failure were aspects of life that he could face, and process, and survive. Whatever the outcome now, Jazz would not face any of it alone. Mirage and Hound were true friends, and true allies. Optimus Prime was a commander who did not want a killing machine, but an effective ally. They would not let him fall back into dark destruction. He was not alone. Whether he was welcome or not, Jazz followed Wheeljack, First Aid and Ratchet as they loaded the pod on a hover gurney, and guided it into the Auto Base. He probably was not welcome. Ratchet loathed an audience. But Jazz was prepared to beg. Just let him stay long enough to see. That was all that he needed. As he passed the medbay’s waiting room, he saw his friends, Mirage and Hound. Just the sight of them made him feel relief he could not adequately describe.

“Good to see ya both safe,” he said.

“Same goes for you,” Mirage replied. “It’s done. We laid it flat, with everything in it.”

“I knew ya could handle it.”

“With your playbook, how could we not?” Hound asked with a little snicker. It was true. Jazz had scribbled down instructions, noting exactly where to place the bombs, before he had hopped aboard the Jackhammer. He had not shirked his duties, or forgotten his friends on his personal mission.

“Even wit out it... ‘M gonna go in. In a few kliks, I’ll know either way.”

“Did you want company?” The spy asked. He could have rebuffed them. At one point he might have insisted they leave him lone.

“Yeah, I would. Thanks, mechs.” Jazz clasped his friends on their shoulders. He had learned in the course of his recovery that he did not always need to be strong. He did not always need to wear a smile on his face. With these two mechanisms, he could be vulnerable.

They walked into the medbay. Those patients not so delicate as to need private rooms were relegated to medberths here in the large, open bay as they waited for their repairs to integrate. Several conscious patients were sitting up on their arms, staring down the hall. Jazz followed their optics and knew where to go. Hoist, the attending medic, frowned in the trio’s direction. Hound broke off, silently volunteering to explain their presence. Jazz did not dare linger as the scout made their case, instead he quickly crossed the room, and through the doors that led to the surgical wing. It was unlikely that Ratchet would have expected to perform surgery. His choice of this room was certainly based more on its sterility than anything else, with the added benefit of advanced life support equipment being readily available. There was no barging into any of these rooms, as much as he wanted to. Ratchet would not tolerate any trespass. Jazz peered through each window in each door, until he caught sight of Wheeljack working on the Core as Ratchet, Fixit and First Aid stood back, waiting. Hoist must have lost the coin toss. It was torture to wait. He dug in deep to find his last dredges of patience. Wheeljack plugged the pod into the O.R’s power grid, and then himself into the pod. Jazz watched as the inventor exclaimed excitedly. To his displeasure, Jazz could not hear what Wheeljack was saying. Frustrated at his helplessness, wishing he could do anything at all, Jazz watched on.

“I need to get passed,” Hoist declared from behind them. He was pushing a portable medberth. “Wheeljack found three spark signatures in the pod.”

Stunned to silence, Jazz and Mirage both stepped aside. The door opened for Hoist, and slid shut behind him. Three... Jazz tried to reason why Prowl would have another with him, other than Smokescreen. The pod did not seem big enough for three, unless they were sparklings. Certainly, there could be no more than one grown mech. As Hoist locked the second medberth into place, Wheeljack continued his work on the pot. The process of opening the pod was agonizingly slow. To Jazz it felt like it had was taking joors. When he checked his chronometer he found less than a joor had passed. He began to turn away from the door, feeling the need to pace before he jumped out of his plating. But before he could even finished scolding himself, Mirage caught his shoulder and pulled him back to the door’s window. The hatch was open, Ratchet’s solid frame blocked his view. Holding his ventilations, Jazz watched as the medic leaned in and lifted something from the pod.

Someone. At the sight of the small, gray arm Jazz’s spark chattered. It could not have been Smokescreen, but it was still an innocent newling. Mirage hugged him ‘round his shoulders. Before Jazz could speak a prayer of deliverance for the bitlet, he saw flashes of dulled red on the little one’s legs. Fixit took the newling and carried him quickly to a medberth. He was a mechling, a tiny little Praxian who looked like he had not been even a vorn old at the time he went into statis lock. His tiny doorwings were stiff and still. Young as he was, his systems should not have been strong enough to tolerate stasis for so long, and yet by the red on his legs was an unmistakable sign of life. He was a miracle. Not Jazz’s miracle, but still a miracle. Tears pooled in the saboteur’s optics, and his legs felt weak. A sob got caught in his throat. Jazz had wanted, he had so, so wanted for it to be Smokescreen, and Prowl.

“Jazz...” Hoist said as he stepped up to join him and Mirage.

Blue. Jazz cleared the tears from his optics as he saw Ratchet pull another Praxian mechling from the pod. In a cruel coincidence he looked like he could have been about Smokescreen’s age. That stung. In contrast to the newling’s mostly subdued colouring, the older meching was quite colourful. First Aid carried him over to the medberth holding the newling. Big enough for mechanisms the size of Optimus Prime, it easily fit the two mechlings. Hoist took charge of the mechling. The medics were not frantic. That suggested to Jazz that their sparks were stable. They were not his, but Jazz was glad he had gone down there and brought them back into the light. He took a step back, his friends at his side. Hound hugged him and Jazz clung to him. The tears did not come yet. That sob was still stuck in his throat. He had been convinced Prowl and his mechling would be in that ununtrium tomb.

“Jazz!” Wheeljack exclaimed as he darted out of the O.R. Jazz and Hound stumbled back. Mirage disappeared, and then reappeared several steps away. The inventor grabbed his arm and and started to pull him over to the door. “Come on! Come on!”

“What, ‘Jackie?” Jazz asked, digging in his peds. He wanted space so he could fall apart and get to the hard work of putting himself back together. Again.

“Look!” His friend gave him a quick shake. There was joy in his voice that Jazz could not process, and he opened his mouth the curse at the mech. “Jazz. Come on. Look! It’s Prowl.”

“Prowl?”

#broken vows 2 #broken vow #maccadams #ficlet #tf jazz #tf prowl #transformers

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A Reluctant Hero Chapter 7

Kelsey followed me home when I retrieved my car from the bar parking lot. Once at the house, she mentioned she was going to take a nap, and I rolled my eyes as she gave my cell phone a loaded glance. Honestly, just because I had JD’s number now, didn’t mean I was going to call him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to, aside from the fact that even drunk me had great taste in wanting him naked and sweaty, I hadn’t exactly been at my best when we met. And knowing that he was fresh out of a situation of his own wasn’t all that inspiring for starting up something with him.

Rebound. That’s what we’d be for one another. If I called him up, if we pursued whatever spark we might have felt, it would flare hot and bright and then fizzle out. That’s what rebounds were. The way to cleanse the palette before you find a lasting relationship. Hell, books were written about this shit. Not that I’d ever read them, but still. It was common fucking knowledge. No matter the age, you don’t stay with whomever comes right after a breakup.

With that in mind, I didn’t call him. I tried very fucking hard to NOT think about him between shit I did to keep busy. Stuff like editing my newest book, or starting another story. No, JD Richter was NOT going to work for a rebound. IF I gave him a call, it wouldn’t be for a fast and hot affair, because even drunk, hungover, and a tad bit stupid, I knew that JD would be wasted as a rebound fling. He was the type of man that a woman should want to hook, mount, and keep forever. Anyone who didn’t see that was a fucking idiot.

He broke first. Four days after I woke up in his bed, my phone rang and I didn’t even pay attention to who the caller was because I was engrossed in the writing of a new chapter to a new book. Answering it almost absently, it took a moment for my brain to disengage from the computer in front of me and HEAR the voice speaking to me.

“I’m sorry, who did you say was calling?” No, I thought, it couldn’t be-

That deep rumble of a laugh and I could swear it vibrated through the phone and I could feel it in my toes. “Forgot me already, Ani? That stings.” I swallowed loudly. Shit. “JD? Kelsey’s dad? Prince Charming since I put Cinderella’s shoes back on?”

I had to shake my head at that comparison. “Pretty sure Cindi didn’t lose her shoes because she was shitfaced, but I won’t deny that you were my hero.” Another chuckle from his end. “Sorry I was in the middle of writing and-”

“I should let you go?” He was asking, not agreeing.

“No,” my voice had grown quiet, and I wanted to smack myself from how needy I sounded. “It’s fine, I can pick it back up anytime.”

“I’m sorry I had to rush out the other day,” he offered, and I thought I heard the sound of liquid flowing into a glass. “Work, it never ends.” Kelsey had filled me in on how he’d lost his license, but after the truth had come out, fought to get it back.

‘Work’s important. Pays the bills, right?” I stood up from my desk and wandered to my kitchen. “I hope it wasn’t something gruesome.”

We chatted about what he did for a living, and as we spoke, I made a late lunch. “What’s that noise on your end?” He asked, clearly picking up the sound of me setting the pan on my stove, and the sounds of me assembling my ingredients.

“I’m making lunch,” looking at how late it was, I realized it was too late for even the latest lunch. “Maybe dinner, actually.”

“You cook?” The interest in his voice was clear.

I grinned as I worked at chopping and measuring. “Well, I have to eat, so learning to make something a little more filling than peanut butter sandwiches seemed like a good idea.” I could swear I heard him smile. “You don’t cook?”

“Never seem to have the time,” he answered and it was my turn to smile. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal-”

“Are you jockeying for an invitation, JD?” It went quiet on his end, and I considered taking it back, but then I thought fuck it. “There’s more than enough for two.”

I heard rustling from his end, and then the telltale jingle of a set of keys. “I’ll be right over.”

Once I had dinner steadily bubbling and baking, I took a look at my appearance and was thankful that I’d taken that very cold shower earlier. Rushing to my bedroom, I grabbed something that was attractive, but not overly done up. Another pair of skinny pants, this time in a faux buttery leather and a loose fitting tank, my hair was piled up on my head and I forewent shoes. My house, no need for heels.

I was back in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the simmering pots, when my visitor was announced. Giving the OK for him to enter, I waited as he made his way to the dining room, and called out for him to take the door to the right. I made a note to have my AI, Pandi, freeze frame the look on JD’s face when he walked into the room.

My kitchen, like the rest of my house, was dark wood and rustic looking. The stove wouldn’t have looked out of place in a restaurant, nor would the refrigerator and the huge stone sink was always an eye opener. I gestured for him to have a seat on one of the stools lining the huge island, and asked him what he’d like to drink.

“I thought the rest of your house was impressive, but this?” He was still taking in details, and I smirked as he finally met my eyes. “Wow.” Giggling, I asked him what his drink preference was again, and he finally accepted a beer.

I waited until he took a long drink, and shook my head at how easily and comfortable he seemed to fit into my house. I had a glass of tea, since I was planning on keeping clear of any type of alcohol for the foreseeable future, I moved back to the stove and once again we fell into conversation.

I was taking out a dish from the oven, along with the bread I’d put in to warm, when he finally asked the most important question of all. “What are we having, Ani?”

Italian, my preference on any given day, was what we were having. And we ate at the island, side by side, talking as he complimented me on every single part of our meal. I loved watching people appreciate the meals I cooked, Kelsey raved every time she came over for lunch or dinner, and her dad was no different. I had a flash of Roger not being all that interested in what I cooked, his focus more on eating things that would keep him fit and trim, clearly to catch all those willing coeds.

“You just flinched,” he offered, as he swallowed another bite. “What were you thinking about?”

I huffed out a breath that was a cross between a laugh and a snort. “Roger, the ex.” He was studying me. “I just realized, he never seemed to like what I cooked.”

“Fucking idiot.” JD muttered, and I smiled. “That man must have been blind and stupid.” He was still staring, I could feel the heat of his gaze even as my attention returned to my own plate. “What kind of moron screws around on-”

I stopped him. Too dangerous territory. Too close to crossing that invisible line that I wanted him to fucking know existed. “Yeah, well, hindsight.” Taking a sip from my glass, I changed the subject to work.

He helped me clean up, putting leftovers in bowls, one of which I insisted he take with him and loading the dishwasher. We were seated in my living room, a fire flickering in the fireplace because that’s the entire point of having a fireplace, JD nursing a second beer and me still drinking tea.

“Tell me about your family,” he asked, his chair facing the sofa I was lounging on.

I sat up and set my glass on the coffee table. “My family?” Leaning back again, I thought about it. “My mom died when I was really little,” I was five, she had passed away after a long illness, one that even my dad couldn’t fix. “Dad’s a doctor, infectious diseases, and he didn’t really understand my artsy nature.” I smirked, thinking about how aghast he’d been when I came up with a B- for my science classes, and that C for math would forever haunt him. “He liked the outdoors, and since I’m his only kid, I learned to like them too.” I loved the outdoors, the forests, the rivers. Lakes and mountains were my playground growing up. “He really didn’t understand my choice in men.” Like Dr. Aaron Myles, his coworker who was very slightly younger than him, who he caught bending me over a lab table when I was nineteen. “Other than my parents, the extended family isn’t really close. Reunions, holiday cards, you know, the normal.”

“Other than the idiot box you dated recently,” I chuckled at the description. “What wasn’t understandable about your choices?”

Damn inquisitive minds, I thought, but shrugged. What the hell, let’s warn him ahead of time. “Older men, usually his colleagues.” I heard, rather than saw, JD’s inhale. “I was an adult, I swear,” most of the time, I flashed on that one fling and felt a blush rise. “It’s just that-” I was very very irritable at the idea that I had daddy issues, so I had this conversation a LOT over the years. “Men who have more experience, tend to treat women better, you know?”

My eyes met his and I realized that JD was older than me. Maybe not as old as my dad, maybe not as old as my oldest lover, but he was. And his eye color, that molten caramel that had drawn my interest when I’d finally been able to focus my eyes, had gone so dark that pinpointing his pupils would have been a challenge. I bit my lip and his eyes focused on the movement. Shit. Not good.

“How about your family?” I tossed out before we both did something that I would fucking regret when it went to shit.

JD smirked, clearly understanding my attempts at diverting the conversation into safer territories, but I had to think he didn’t really know why. He reminded me that I knew Kelsey and had met his ex wife, but I shook my head. “So you were hatched from an egg and didn’t know your parents?”

He laughed, full bodied at my silly joke. Then he told me about his upbringing. His stint in the military. His path to his current profession. He gave out his life’s story as easily as I did, which wasn’t as common as people might think.

“And you just got out of a-” I stopped, shocked at my line of questioning. Shit. Nope, Ani, not that.

“Molly,” he offered, his eyes still on mine. “Molly Woods.” I nodded. “That was a very weird situation.”

I waited, unsure if I wanted to hear about the woman he kept company with before. I knew his ex wife, the mother of his daughter, but this was fresh. “You don’t have to-”

“It’s ok,” he smiled at me and I had to return it. “I’m a grown up, I can handle talking about it.”

I nodded and he told me about meeting her at a crime scene. How he thought she was insane, given where she’d been staying it made sense, but then he found out the victim had been pregnant, just like she’d warned. He told me how it went from her roofieing him to him being called a terrorist for helping her. How that snowballed into intimacy and how, eventually, he realized that she needed her people more than the two of them needed one another.

“Do you still talk?” My fucking curiosity was going to make me want to jump off a cliff soon.

“Not much,” he answered, leaning forward to sit his beer down on the coffee table. “What we had wasn’t supposed to last, Ani, but we became friends.”

I smiled and let my eyes focus on the view behind him, outside the panel of glass. The green of the forest creeping closer, the darkness not obscuring the leaves that seemed close enough to touch.

“Ani,” my eyes found his again, and I swallowed at the look in his eyes. “Come here.”

Oh no, not happening. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My tongue felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

He bit his lip as he studied me and I felt the burn from that simple gesture all the way down my body. “Why isn’t it?” Shit.

“Rebounds are never a good idea, JD.” Still sounded as dry mouthed as when I woke up in his bed. The thought of a bed and JD increased the burn.

“Then don’t call it a rebound, Ani.” Fucker, I thought, trying for logic and wordplay. “Come here.” He crooked his finger this time and I could swear he had a fucking string attached to it and my body, the yearning was so strong to give in.

“No,” I wanted it to come out strong and clear, but instead it sounded scared and uncertain. “You come here,” wait, what? Fuck, Ani, not helping.

And then he was over top of me, his weight pressing down on mine, and at the first touch of his lips on mine, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had fucked up majorly. Because I had no fucking doubt whatsoever that when this ended, I’d be crushed. Fucking crushed, because with one kiss, I was addicted to JD Richter, and we weren’t even fucking naked.

We didn’t get naked. Not when Kelsey’s voice called out from the door that connected her apartment to the house.

“Ani?” She was growing closer, and JD had pulled back and was grinning as he stayed hovering over me. “I saw Dad’s truck outside and-” She was standing in the threshold of the living room when she stopped speaking and I felt the burn go from lust to embarrassment that his daughter and my best friend had caught him on top of me, with my hands locked around his neck and his slithering under my shirt. “Ah, hey, Dad.”

He was chuckling as he answered her greeting, and I felt like sinking into the sofa and dying. It was one thing for Kels to tell me that she was alright with the two of us, but catching us? That was too fucking much.

JD left a little later with his leftovers, and I had to shake my head as he ignored his daughter’s presence and kissed me with enough passion to make the wood of my house catch fire. Then he smirked down at me, promised to call, and was gone.

I turned to face Kelsey and rolled my eyes at her trying to hold back her own laughter. “Really?” I asked, shaking my head and heading back to the kitchen. “Want me to heat up dinner?”

“Gonna use your face?” She offered, still laughing. “The red of that blush is throwing off enough heat that I have to believe the microwave won’t be needed.” If I keep rolling my eyes, they’re gonna stick that way. “Jesus, you’re a fucking adult, Ani, why are you so embarrassed?”

I shot her a look. “Because he’s your DAD, Kels.”

Shrugging, she took the plate I’d fixed for her from my hands and sat on the same stool her dad had earlier. “So? He’s not YOUR dad, Ani, that would be cause for fucking embarrassment.”

Jesus, the Richters were going to be the death of me.

#JD Richter x OFC #slow burn #After the Series #Extant #hint of smut

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