#like i'm scared i'm gonna sleep through my alarm and then just not have time to work even though i have until like noon wednesday

[angelwithdemonictendencies]

every love i've ever known has been drenched in blood; teach me how to unfurl these fists, show me where to put down this knife.

ax72 x reader: the fireman feels like something special.

(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), hair pulling, oral sex (f on m), biting (briefly, okay?), crying, dirty talk (tasteful but serious. i'm not kidding), just all my typical stuff (and all my usual ax72 stuff - so legs and limbs and size and the like). don't read if you're not 100% sure).

(a/n: my favorites! thank you for being patient with me. for your reading pleasure, may i present to you a ax72 fic in which he is a volunteer fireman and you are plagued with fear and self-doubt! i'm joking, but not really. i couldn't not write something for him after the insane start to the season he's had - penalty minutes leader darling deserves a treat. obviously none of the details make sense, none of the dialogue is realistic, there are way too many dramatic speeches and angsty confessions, but you guys know that at this point. to anyone who may relate to what this main character is going through, please know you are not alone. it is very easy to push good things away because they scare you. but to be scared is to care about something. follow your fear, stalk it, don't let up on it until it leads you to something lovely, something real. pretty please tell me what you think. i think jh86 may be next but i'm still storyboarding. for now, i'm sending you and your snakes every single bit of courage and love i've got. go canucks. until next time).

that first night was cold like an absent mother. cruel and unforgiving, unavoidable.

the cold was weathered, however, but the hushed laughter and bickering amongst your housemates as you all exited the front door, smoke alarms blaring, loud and relentless.

"do we actually have to evacuate if we know there's not a fire?" your roommate asked, covering her ears with her hands.

another housemate sighed. "maybe we wouldn't have to if you hadn't left your curling iron on for three fucking hours."

your roommate grimaced. "my bad, guys. this one is on me."

you couldn't help a laugh as you threw an arm around her shoulders. "we know, sweetness. live and learn."

someone groaned. "it's frigid out here, jesus."

you nodded in agreement. the alarm had begun to sound at just after two in the morning, meaning everyone in the house was dressed for bed, all thin sleep shorts and fleecy sweatshirts, no where near enough to combat the brisk air, which was already starting to make your teeth chatter.

"great. here comes the government," one of your friends said, eye roll evident in her voice as the sound of the siren began to overtake the tamer sound of the smoke alarm.

you and your roommate giggled at her comment as you huddled together. as a polysci major, she had an opinion on everything, including all facets of the public sector. for example, the fire department, who pulled up to the curb at that moment in their truck.

"who's going to do the talking?" your roommate whispered to you.

"you?" you proposed, raising a brow. "it's your iron, hm?"

she groaned, but nodded. "this should be good."

three firefighters hopped down from their massive rig, looking even more menacing in their heavy fireproof gear.

"hello, officers," your roommate began, stepping forward and away from you to speak. your shoulders shook in a laugh.

"they're not officers," you whispered to her.

"hello, gentlemen," she corrected. "i speak on behalf of our entire house when i say we appreciate your punctuality."

one of your housemates hung her head in her hands. another one groaned.

"i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say there is no real danger?" one of the firemen said, his tone steady.

your polysci friend nodded. "correct, sir. your services are no longer required."

the three men now stood just in front of you, allowing you to get a true look at them.

the one who had spoken was older, probably thirty five, shorter than his coworkers but obviously the chief. he continued to speak with your roommate about the situation as the rest of you watched on.

the next in line was taller, lankier, with a goofy face and a goofier presence. he appeared unsure of his limbs, how to keep them still.

when your gaze drifted to the third, however, your breath caught, that familiar but long-forgotten whirlwind in your stomach. your eyes drank him in greedily, the way a child gulps down a soda at a friend's house. so similar, someone in your mind whispered don't tell mom.

he was the tallest of the three, and the broadest, too, his chest a wide expanse, arms and legs practically tree-like in his canvas uniform. it was his face that really had you, though. he was beautiful in a way you had never seen before, in a surreal sort of way. the kind of face that saved you in a dream, that you tried to conjure when you woke up but never could.

sharp jaw, sharper nose, the kind of cheekbones you had seen before only in a museum. full, pink, upturned lips, downwards sloping eyes that made him appear drowsy, like the personification of a midday nap. cheeks made rosy by the cold. even under his helmet you could see his thick, dark hair, so soft-looking. that was it, you thought. he just looked so soft, even though he appeared to be made of stone.

his presence made you shiver, which was only deepened when you met his eyes, dark and clear, found them already looking at you.

something in your gaze made him smirk, made your stomach drop. you crossed your arms closer around yourself, suddenly insecure under his scrutiny.

you hated the not-knowing, wished you could see yourself from his eyes, from the outside, so that you may correct yourself, angle and present yourself in some better way.

but his eyes only sparked with danger, not disappointment. cold? he mouthed to you, so as not to interrupt the conversation. his mouth formed the words slowly, deliberately, deliciously.

yes, you thought, half stunned he was communicating with you, the cold is why i'm shivering. definitely not you. definitely not your eyes.

so you only nodded slowly, felt your eyes widen as he walked towards you, shrugging off his jacket.

you stood, frozen in place, as he held it out to you in one huge hand. he offered it to you, someone he didn't know, someone who he owed nothing to, someone from whom he knew he could possibly receive nothing in return. and yet he offered it to you, regardless.

he was so close to you, now, just a step away. you tilted your head up to look at him. "don't you need it?" you asked, willing any squeak out of your voice. surely he would realize his mistake soon, realize you weren't worth it.

his chest shook in a low laugh. "what i need is for you to not freeze," he said, his voice much deeper, rougher, than you could have imagined. "just take it, darling, yeah?"

something in your mind screamed what do you want? at him in a voice dreary with fear, raspy with experience and expectation. what's the catch?

had you met him before? surely he couldn't be this sweet to you upon just seeing you, upon not even knowing your name. had you lent him notes in one of your classes, maybe spotted him a drink at a bar? you searched for an explanation that never came.

but at that point you probably would have done anything he asked, which you knew was not good. which you knew was very, very dangerous.

which was bad, but true, so you shouldered his jacket on, found it almost oppressive in warmth. "thank you," you told him, little more then a whisper, letting your voice trail off like a question.

"arber," he finished for you.

"arber," you repeated, knowing as soon as the name died on your tongue your mouth would feel empty, would long to form the word again.

he didn't walk back to his former place, either, instead electing to stay just next to you. just close enough to make you feel almost faint. one of your housemates wolf-whistled. you imagined the image looked fairly comical, a massive oak tree of a fireman with an 80's mullet and mustache combo next to a university pre-dentistry junior in pajamas, swimming in his coat.

but you couldn't think too much about that as you gave him your name, tried to keep your eyes trained on his face. a tough task, considering the way his arms looked unobstructed by his jacket.

everything about him was distracting. your heart was racing. how were you going to be able to get back to sleep after this?

"well, ladies, i hope you've learned your lesson," the chief said, appearing to finish a speech you had missed entirely.

"sure have, officer," your roommate said stoically.

"not an officer, miss," he corrected. the shake in his head was telling, made your housemates snicker.

"apologies, sir," she finished, giving him a salute.

"sorry you guys had to come all the way out here," one of your other housemates said.

"no trouble at all," arber said, his first time speaking to everyone. he was looking only at you. melting you like snow in the morning.

"until next time," your roommate said with a little bow, turning to go back into the house, now silent.

"there won't be a next time, sweetness," you amended, forcing your gaze away from arber. she waved you off.

reluctantly, you made to shrug off arber's jacket, hand it back to him as the other two firemen got back into their truck, your housemates walking back inside, leaving just the two of you.

"sure you don't need it?" he asked, the roughness in his voice somehow gentle. his words coming out in exactly the shape of the hole in your chest.

you gave a light laugh. "think i'll survive the trek back," you said, referring to the several steps between you and the front door. "thanks again, arber."

"my pleasure, darling," he said, and your cheeks flushed at the term. this brutal cold, you thought, making my face pink.

his lips quirked in a way that made your stomach flip. a way that made you so suddenly sure he knew exactly what effect he had on you. exactly how little the cold had to do with it.

"well," you said, your hands laced behind you, your voice taking on a melodic sort of cadence. "i guess i'll see you around, hm?"

"hope so," he hummed, something amusing in his tone. something careful. "sweet dreams, darling."

"good night, arber," you answered, dazed and blushy. like saying goodnight to an old friend, to a middle school boyfriend, to someone who knew you too personally to be real.

but somehow, it was saying goodbye to someone whom you had known for only moments.

the truck pulled away, you shut the front door behind you.

"should i just leave my iron on 24/7?" your roommate asked immediately, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. "maybe throw some rocks in the microwave?"

you rolled your eyes at her. "oh, please," you said.

"don't worry," she finished, an impish smile on her pretty, round face. "i'll wait until you're in the shower, next time."

you playfully slapped her arm as you made your way back into your room, not bothering to stifle both of your giggles.

you went to sleep that night with mirages of dark brown eyes and corded shoulders in your head. you swore you could smell smoke, could feel flame, could sense danger.

the feeling stayed with you, settled like ash in your bones. a heat, a skepticism, a want, a worry. you halfway hoped you would never see him again, because when had one person ever had such an effect on you? when had you let them?

you halfway hoped you would never see him again, but as soon as you did see him again, you knew that hope had been a complete and utter lie.

it was only a few days later, in the middle of your serving shift at the pub close to campus. only a wednesday, so nothing too busy, just a regular shift. your regular black uniform, long braid down your back with black ribbon, everything the same as always.

and then he was in a booth, practically taking up the whole bench, his deep laugh at something one of his friends had said making you dizzy.

surely it's not him, you thought as you took out your guest check pad, it couldn't be him. how could you have gone twenty one years without seeing him once, then see him twice in a week?

what trickster god was toying with you, now?

and then you were standing in front of his table, and it couldn't be him, but it was. of course it was.

but you didn't know if he would recognize you without your pajamas on, couldn't fathom that he could have dreamed of you with the vigor you had him, so you went on, business as usual.

"hi, guys," you said, your customer service voice ringing through the air like a bell. muscle memory had you placing napkin coasters down in front of each person. "can i get some drinks started for you?"

you took the orders of the others before finally locking eyes with arber. it wasn't any easier than you remembered. it wasn't any cooler, didn't feel any less like being engulfed in flame. "and for you?" you asked, hating how you couldn't just admit to recognizing him. hating how your mind preferred crafting protective plans to just being honest.

but he upended you, as you should have perhaps expected. his smirk was subtle. "am i that forgettable, darling?" he asked, like it was just the two of you.

the answer was so obvious you could have rolled your eyes, but you just cleared your throat and choked on a laugh, happy to have an excuse to show your delight. the insecurity in your head sighed in relief.

"arber!" you exclaimed, clicking your pen nervously, "thought that was you."

he nodded towards your general figure. "good to see you warm," he said with that rough voice you could feel in your chest like a bullet.

you hummed. "good to see you," you said, not bothering to add a condition.

something he noticed, something that made him smile, therefore something so, so worth the risk. your grin overtook your face all at once, toothy and real.

it appeared to shock him as much as you, his expression suddenly one of wonder, of awe.

you cleared your throat again, rediscovered the other people at the table, went to get everyone's drinks and then ran their food orders to the kitchen.

and you tried not to dwell on the way his hand looked around a glass, like it was kid's toy in a play kitchen, tried not to zone out on his lips as they formed words, not to blush whenever he looked at you.

you only laughed, mumbled a thank you when he joking said this was the best service he had ever had.

when he asked how you day had been, you had just blushed, muttered something affirmative, tried not to drop the glass you were holding, hated how anyone's attention, never mind a man's, could render you so helpless.

it was a whole lot of trying, a whole lot of awareness and controlling your own limbs, your own reactions like a marionette puppet. this way, you guided your arms, lined with plates of food. that way, you led your legs. these words, no, not those ones. no, no blushing, no not like that.

your marionette puppet appeared defective in many ways, many frustrating ways.

it was the slowest shift of your life. you felt oh so tired by the time arber's table asked for the check, felt oh so embarrassed by how hard you had been trying all night, hated how it was impossible for you to hide your effort.

it was all over you. it was in the slight sheen of sweat on your upper lip, in the strands of hair that had come free from your braid, in the way your voice shook when he spoke to you, the wobble in your knees when your eyes met.

you were trying so devastatingly hard, and you knew he could see, that everyone could see. was it terrible, was it so naive of you to hope maybe he wouldn't mind? that maybe the effort would flatter him instead of scare him away?

when you came to give back the card and receipt, his friends had gone. it was only him, taking up all that space in the booth.

he smiled when he saw you. it was soft. he was soft, this marble man.

you placed the check on the table. "there you are," you said, threading your empty hands together behind your back, part of you scared their idleness would lead to reaching for him. "thanks for coming," you added, then physically cringed.

thanks for coming? what, like this was some party you'd thrown?

he laughed, low and gentle, at your expression. of course, he was laughing at you. how could he not, with how you were acting? your head dropped like it was full of bricks as you flushed, as hot shame began to pull at the edges of your face.

but then you felt him take your chin in one of his large, rough hands, tilt your head back up high to meet his gaze. there was nothing but softness in his hands, in his eyes. no judgement, nothing of the sort.

his touch felt like drowning in flame, even in this small dosage, and you knew immediately it was too dangerously good. you swallowed.

when was the last time someone had touched you like this and you hadn't secretly wished they would only just leave you alone?

"thanks for inviting me," he said, playing along with your words so mercifully. "think maybe you'll have me again?"

you nodded, couldn't stop your shy smile. "maybe," you said, your voice a breath.

too soon, his hand was gone, leaving your face cold, lacking.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, quiet and hopeful.

"'course," he said, like he would never deny you such a request.

"i sort of feel like i've met you before," you said.

"i don't know," arber said thoughtfully, "think i'd remember someone like you."

your mouth ticked. "someone like me?"

he tilted his head, just looked at you for a moment, his gaze comfortable in its greed, its genuine appreciation. "why do you think we've met?"

you shook your head. "something about you," you said, trying to figure it out yourself. like i dreamed you up, you thought, are you real? are you sure?

his smile was subtle. "hope it's something good, eh? something like you?" too soon, he was signing his receipt, and then he was up, walking towards the door, to his waiting friends. "sweet dreams, darling," he said, like there was no one else in the pub, in this universe.

if he had told you as much, you would have believed him.

after a moment to catch your breath, you took the receipt from the table, found not only a generous tip but a phone number and a child-like scrawl that read coffee?

your head bowed in delight. when was the last time someone had asked you out? had not texted you deep into the night, at the time when the parties were ending and something much more terrifying was just beginning?

when was the last time you were nervous for a date, but the innocent kind of nervous?

you were that innocent kind of nervous when you approached the agreed-upon coffee shop several days later, at the middle of the day, between your classes.

there he was, standing in front of the cafe, hard to miss in stature and presence.

you had spent a scary amount of time deciding what to wear, eventually landing on what you wore everyday. you gave him a timid wave, were met with a confident wave back.

do i shake his hand? you thought. no, i've worn his jacket. maybe a high five?

your overthinking was quickly overwhelmed by the realization that he was pulling you in close for a hug.

you froze for a moment, your mind short-circuiting, your body uneasy, unused to such casual gentleness, ease.

your head against his chest, his arms all the way around you, you probably could have passed out. your mind mumbled something about cardiac arrest as you slowly hugged him back.

he smelled like the forest, like dull smoke and wooden fog.

"swear you get prettier every time i see you, darling," he said as you both pulled away, his eyes full of sweetness.

you had to close your eyes as you breathed out a laugh, already turning pink. "you sure know how to embarrass me," you said, teasing, trying to recover.

he held the door open for you as you both entered the cafe. "it's too tempting," he argued, smiling. "that blush you get..." he trailed off as if lost in his mind. sparks, smoke, flame, ash.

you knew the feeling.

he ordered some kind of sugar-bomb, practically a coffee milkshake, you ordered your usual flat white with soy milk.

and you were out of practice when it came to first dates, but it didn't seem to matter. he didn't seem to notice the pauses you took to think about your words, or if he did, he didn't say anything.

you learned that he was on the hockey team, that he was a volunteer fire-fighter for the school, about where he was from and his family.

he asked about your family, about your studies, about your job, what you did for fun.

and when you told him how much you loved your pre-dentistry classes, he made a joke and popped his fake tooth in and out, which made your laugh come so easy.

you told him how much you looked forward to seeing your sister, how funny your shift the day before had been, how much you loved your house's movie nights.

he asked about you, and it dawned on you that your last boyfriend had never truly asked you simple questions like that, and he certainly had never cared about the answers.

you had sudden flashbacks, you and your ex in bed, you asking him about his week, him giving you some dismissive response as if you had asked him if you could take out some of his teeth sans anesthesia.

how, towards the end, it had felt as if you were engaged in some kind of corrupt exchange, sex for tolerance of your curiosity, sex for tolerance of you.

the memory sent a shiver down your spine, a wave of shame. you could not go through that again. you refused to put yourself through that again.

through the relentless begging for something, for attention? no, begging to be treated like a person? like a girlfriend? begging for him to just be a little more gentle. yes, that's it. you had gone months feeling like nothing but a burdensome bag of stones he had reluctantly agreed to carry around, and you refused to feel that way again.

you just wanted gentle. you just wanted soft, and when arber waved a hand in front of your face to break you from your trance, you realized it might not be crazy to think you were close.

"you okay, darling?" he asked, concern lacing his expression. "lost you, hm?"

"'m okay," you said, shaking your head. "sorry, just thinking."

"'bout what?" he asked.

your heart jumped at the intimacy of being asked such. of someone wanting to know what was going on in your head.

so, you decided to be honest, to an extent. "'bout how 'm very happy to be here, with you," you said, looking him in the eye. feeling no desire to look away.

his face was so utterly pleased. he looked so beautiful then, the sun drenching the side of his face, lighting him up. "makin' me blush, now, darling," he said, and his tone made you swoon.

"sorry," you said, an instinct that made you want to smack yourself.

"don't apologize," he said immediately, "i know i'll get you back."

talking with him felt just so easy that you were again struck with a disbelief that you had only known him for a few days, had only spoken with him a couple of times. you felt like he was inside of your head, like he always had been. something you had never felt before, something that had you saying yes much too quickly when he asked if you wanted to come skating with him that weekend.

you had never skated before, but you were sure if he had asked you to watch paint dry, you would have said yes, because it would have been with him.

but the rational part of your brain was currently overwhelmed by fear, by insecurity, by the terror that you would lose this great thing before you had ever really had it.

"what was i thinking?" you said to your roommate as you struggled to find something to wear. "i have no idea how to skate! i'm going to look like an idiot!"

she waved you off. "you won't, you know you won't. deep breath."

you both took a breath together, tried to exhale some of your nerves.

the quiet that followed felt like another friend. you sighed, sat down on the edge of your bed, held your head in your hands.

"i can't keep thinking like this," you said to her and yourself. "i can't be so fucking scared all the time."

"c'mon, love," she said, sitting next to you and holding you tight. "what will feel better, do you think? coming home after avoiding rejection, walls intact?" she squeezed you. "or maybe coming home with another person to lean on?"

you both knew the answer. you wanted so badly to act accordingly, hoped your overactive mind would let you.

so, when you showed up at the rink, you made the ittiest-bittiest promise to yourself that you wouldn't let your fear get in the way.

if only you knew he would never have let you. that he could never be so easily scared.

he greeted you with a hug once again, and you held him tighter than you had the first time. "thanks for coming," he said, a spark of a shared inside joke in his eye.

"thanks for having me," you replied immediately, a mirroring smile on your face. "'m gonna be honest with you-"

"please do," he said immediately, and you could have melted.

"i have no idea how to skate," you rushed, "so i'm going to be very slow and probably fall and it's probably gonna get ugly."

he let you finish, an amused sort of smirk overtaking his mouth.

"what's so funny?" you asked, furrowing your brow.

"i think you're funny," he said, simply.

you scrunched up your face. "you makin' fun of me, arber?"

he laughed, then, low and rough and grumbly as he reached his hands around you and settled them on the small of your back. "oh, pretty baby, promise 'm not, yeah?"

you pouted, but rested your palms on his chest nonetheless.

his gaze cut through you. "don't expect you to be good at everything, okay? i'll help you," he explained. "just think it's funny you think anything you do could be ugly. imperfect isn't ugly."

"i'll prove you wrong," you said immediately, although you were flushed already, could feel yourself soften, your walls crumble just a bit.

his shoulders shook again. "promise you'll stick around long enough to?"

you had nothing to say to that. what could you ever say?

and then you were out on the ice, more off-balance than you had ever been, and not just because of the skates.

he held your gloved hands in his, tight but not restrictive, keeping his eyes on yours. you willed some of the steadiness in his gaze into your body, found stability in him and let it flow into you like water. he was basically pulling you, but you were moving, and you weren't falling, so you took it as a win.

"'atta girl," he said when you made a turn, soft, proud, and you could have laughed. surely he knew what he was doing, no?

your eyes darted up to his, found a lazy smirk, found your answer.

you shook your head, continued to push with your legs, gaining confidence, gaining balance. "turn off the dream boy for a second, would you?" his smirk deepened. "'m tryna focus, here."

"my fault, darling," he said, false apology saturating his voice as he suddenly dropped your hands. "by all means."

you stumbled forward into him immediately, your body unused to the ice without him to ground you.

you narrowed your eyes at him, looking up at his face, your palms against his chest, his arms around your waist. "not funny," you said, giving him a playful slap. "i could have broken something."

he shot you a look. "you honestly think i'd let that happen?"

your gaze dropped for a second. "no," you sighed. "no, i don't." a revelation in itself.

he pulled you closer, pressed his lips to your hair in a kiss that singed. so quick, you could have missed it. maybe you would have, if you hadn't been so unconditionally in tune to him, to everything he did, to every breath that shook his chest, to every quirk of his mouth and glint of his eye.

your heart sang at the affection you had been so lacking, had somehow missed even though you had never really had it.

so, of course it was a no-brainer when he asked you to come to his next home game.

"i'd really like if you were there," he said as he untied your skates for you, bent on one knee in front of you.

"then i'll be there," you said, flushed, because it was the easiest answer you had ever given. when he gave you that big smile in return, so genuine and goofy, you knew you would have a hard time saying no to anything he asked. just keep smiling at me, your mind begged him. that's all i ask.

the game came quickly, suddenly, after a busy week of shifts and school and everyday things. before you knew it, the day was here, and then you were in the stands, watching him skate like it was second nature, like it came easier than walking.

you had been able to tell at your rink date that he was steady on his feet, but this was different entirely. this was like seeing him at home, like watching him fall asleep.

and it beautiful, it was lovely, it was so intimate until two players started to fight and you realized one of them was him.

one of the people throwing punches that looked lethal, taking fists to the ribs, to the jaw, one of the people with a bleeding nose, a gashed lip, one of the people with blood running down his knuckles - that was your arber. your dream boy.

it wasn't, but it was you - you were the one throwing the right hook, you were the one doubled over, you were the one spitting out blood. you were equally the one punching and being punched. you had set the flame, you were burning.

was it terrible that you felt a little sick to your stomach? you clutched at the edge of your seat, exhaled a short breath, immediately decided you would rather leave than watch blood run down his face on the jumbotron.

as you left the arena, got into your car, drove back to your house, someone in your head was screaming at you, someone with a shrill, panicked voice was screamed scared, scared, scared, scared, scared and you didn't know how to get them to stop.

why are we running? you asked the voice in your head, what are we so afraid of?

what are you so afraid of?

because it wasn't him, you explained to your roommate at some later time, maybe the next day, after the desire to bathe in silence had been overcome by the desire to tell just about anyone.

you were not afraid of arber, knew there had never been anyone in the world more gentle with you. no, there had never been someone who had treasured your heart so truly, who had wanted to understand you to an almost scientific extent, who had dropped into your life like an asteroid and blown it apart just as similarly.

if not him, then what is there to fear?

what is there to fear, if not placing your beat-up heart in his bloodied hands? what is there to fear, if not the desire to press your lips to each of his cracked knuckles, the urge to know him to the point of no return, the want to feel his teeth on your neck, his fingers in your mouth?

sirens went off in your mind. scared, scared, scared.

scared of you, yourself, of offering yourself up to him, to being devastated by him. scared of being so completely vulnerable, of taking all your armor off, finally.

in the end, you were terrified of how scared seeing him hurt made you, because that meant you cared much more than you thought, perhaps much more than you had ever before.

how come no one told you that as much as being scared for yourself hurt, being scared for someone else, that was real fear, pure and undiluted.

a fear captivating enough that you decided to just not deal with it for days, to ignore his texts even though it hurt like a dagger to the chest.

he'll lose interest eventually, you thought, he'll leave me alone eventually. then, finally, i won't have to be scared.

so why did that admission feel like being burned at the stake? why was some small part of you screaming at you to stop?

regardless, you held fast for three days.

and then your roommate put rocks in the microwave.

so you and your housemates stood in the front yard, the air deja-vu-inspiringly cold, the situation almost exactly the same as that first night.

"what's wrong with you?" you whispered-yelled at her. "how do you accidentally almost blow up our house?"

she waved you off, pouted for a moment. "you know how forgetful i get."

"yeah, i don't know if forgetful is the adequate descriptor here," one of the other girls said. "i have a few more specific words in mind."

"oh, come on," you roommate said to the group as the fire truck siren began to yet again overwhelm the smoke alarm. "god forbid a girl make a mistake around here."

you didn't hear the rest of the bickering, too busy sending up a silent prayer, begging some god, any god to listen. please, don't be him. please, if there is anything good in this world, it won't be him.

but, of course, as soon as you saw the massive figure climb down from the truck, you paled.

there might not be anything good, some voice told you then, but perhaps there is something right.

"long time no see, ladies," the same older fireman said, and that was the last thing you heard. the last thing that any of your senses consumed before all of them were so brutally and totally overwhelmed by arber.

because what was he, if not overwhelming? especially now, after having deprived yourself of him for days? how had you managed that?

seeing him here, in front of you, you had no idea.

because he was here, in front of you, this beautiful oaken man, and his hair was messy under his helmet, and his face was flushed from the cold, and his five-o'clock shadow made his jaw sharper, and you could feel his warmth from here.

because he was here, walking to you, right in front of you, dropping his giant jacket onto your shoulders silently, somehow, somehow he was still that kind, and then he was whispering to you.

"alive, are you?" he murmured, as if he almost couldn't believe it.

and you felt so selfish then, the guilt growing like poison ivy in your veins, up your throat, until you couldn't open your mouth for fear that only three-pronged leaves would come out.

you looked up at him, met his eyes, found them burning but unreadable.

a pause that felt infinite deflated as you struggled for words. "listen, arber-"

but he shook his head, almost looked sorry. "don't think i will, darling," he whispered, the name making your stomach sink. someone screamed in your head. "don't care much for hearing why 'm not worth a phone call."

you were shaking your head before he even finished. "no, no, arber, please, that's not it-" your voice was so close to cracking, splitting apart like brittle wood.

"what is it, then?" he said, and you noticed a quiver in his voice too, a warning, "because i've been trying to come up with something for days, and every option i've got hurts."

oh, good god, you had made him hurt? that alone was dizzying.

dizzying and so, so sobering, enough for you to mutter something aloud about arber helping you turn the smoke alarms off, pull him into your house, up into your room.

you barely noticed the alarms subsiding, him hitting all of the necessary buttons wordlessly on his way up the stairs.

and then he was in your room, and you two were alone, and he was sitting on the edge of your bed, taking his helmet and boots off, crossing his arms across his chest.

"by all means," he prompted. "tell me i'm crazy, darling, please, please tell me i've got something wrong."

you took a breath, set the marionette puppets strings down, finally. there was no leading your limbs anywhere, no running words over one million time in your head until you had the right ones.

it was finally time to set aside the fear, to unfurl your forever clenched fists.

your exhale was liberating as you approached him, not touching him, not yet, but close enough so that you could see his eyes, so that he could see the revelation in yours.

"you're not crazy," you said, the softness in your voice surprising you. "i've been trying so, so hard to make you think i don't care."

he scoffed, ran a hand through his messy hair, mercifully waited for you to finish.

"and i'm so, so sorry that i didn't call, and that i left during your game, and that i treated you like you were anything but special, arber."

he looked up at you then, and you saw a soft spark of hope in his eyes that spurred you on.

it was silent for a beat, and then he reached for your hand, held it in his grip, warm and consuming.

"i thought i scared you away," he said, vulnerable, completely honest.

you squeezed his hand, stepped closer, cupped his jaw in your other palm. "i was afraid," you admitted, and that alone felt like salvation. "but not of you." you swiped at his cheekbone with your thumb. "never of you."

with a single swift motion he tugged you onto his lap, both of his hand on your hips. there might not be anything good, that voice whispered like a gossipy teen, but perhaps there is something right. perhaps this is it.

"tell me," he said, not an order but a request.

you would have told him anything, then, as you reached up to loop one arm around his neck, use the other hand to twist one of his curls around your finger. "i hated seeing you hurt," you confessed, moving your fingers down to trace lightly over the greenish bruise next to his eye, the healing gash on his lip. "you give me so much more to lose, baby."

he was silent, still, so close you could feel his shaky exhales on your hand. you willed yourself to finish your thoughts, refused to leave him anything but completely certain, even if it was hard to focus with him under you, against you, all around you. even under the exceptional spotlight of his undivided attention.

"i was lying when i acted like i didn't want you," you said, your tone every bit as ultimate as you felt. "and i understand if you don't forgive me, and i won't hold it against you, but i promise i won't lie to you again, okay?"

you held his face like it was made of glass. his grip on your hips tightened, eyes bursting further into flame.

"let me convince you," you pleaded, willing every genuine thing from your bones into your words. "you have to believe me, baby, i care so, so much. a scary amount."

and something in you sighed, swooned, when you saw that amusement you had missed creep back into his gaze like a fog on the ocean.

his thumbs rubbed circles into the flesh of your hips as you relaxed further into him. "scary, hm?"

you nodded, peered up at him through your lashes.

"how about this, darling?" he offered, voice a tired rasp. "i'll believe you if you do one thing for me, yeah?"

"anything," you said, meaning it more completely than anything before.

the glint in his eye was dangerous as his grip turned firmer. he gave a hum of approval. "tell me something true."

after trying just so deliriously, terrifyingly hard for so long, nothing had ever come easier. with him, now, the truth was easy as breathing. "i want you," you breathed, running your nails lightly down his neck, relishing in his stifled groan. "so, so bad, arber. need you, please." your chest rose and fell in a hurried breath. had you ever been so free of fear? so buoyant with hope, with courage?

he hoisted you up on his lap, pulled you against his chest until it felt as if there was barely enough air to share between the two of you. "good girl," he said, a rough, low, rasp, and he caught your whimper in his teeth as your lips met his.

his kiss felt like molten iron, like forest fire smoke, like initials carved into a heart on an ancient oak tree. he felt like sun on your face and like drowning, drowning, drowning, this kind of torture one you would happily submit to over and over again.

you tangled your hands in his hair as he groaned into your mouth, pulling you up on his lap until you could feel him, so big and hard under you that you let out a gasp.

he smiled against your lips at your reaction, and you knew there would never be anything so glutted with bliss.

you kissed him harder, with the urgency of a thousand missed chances as he rocked you back and forth across his lap, slipping his hands under the waistband of your sleep shorts, his hands now scorching your bare skin.

"look so good in my jacket, darling," he rasped, "let me take it off, hm? want to see you."

you shrugged it off in obedience, placed both your hands on his chest and looked him in the eye, pleading.

one of his hands brushed your hair away from your face, gentle, soft, as you had always known him to be. he dragged his thumb down to your swollen lip, let it rest there for a moment.

"'f you want something, just ask," he grumbled, transfixed by your mouth. "know i'll give you anything you want 'f you ask for it, darling."

you pulled at his shirt, willed any oncoming flush or fear away. "please can i suck you off, arber?"

his smirk was devastating, delicious. "pretty baby wants me in her mouth?"

you nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips.

"course you can, darling, askin' so pretty for me, too."

you glowed at his praise, sunk down to your knees, admired him as he pulled away at his layers of clothes until finally you could reach for him, hold him in your hand, hot and heavy and just so big, so much so that you couldn't help your eyes widening, your mouth watering.

he groaned at your touch, tilted his head back and scrunched his eyes shut at the sensation of your soft palms on his cock.

you hid your grin, spit into your hands and pumped him up and down a few times before taking him in your mouth, making him moan, almost growl as he gathered all of your hair, wrapped it around his fist, the other hand bracing him against your bed.

"fuck, darling," he rasped, watching you bob your head up and down, "feels so good, so good for me, hm?"

you would have nodded, but instead you were overcome with a desire to take more of him, as much as you could. so you sunk your head down further, until your eyes watered, until air came in short spurts, until you gagged, felt him grow impossibly harder in your mouth.

he gripped your hair tighter, making you moan on his cock. "oh, darling, you want more, hm?"

you hummed, looked up at him through watery lashes, reddening eyes.

"want to take it all, do you?" he asked, "just want me to feel good, is that it?"

you moaned in affirmation, sunk your head down on him again, as far as you could go, relished in his groan, the way his thighs tensed, the way his forearms flexed.

already, your jaw was growing stiff, your shoulders strained, your knees warm from the carpet. too soon, though, he was pulling you up off of him, up from your knees back on top of him, wiping the spit from the sides of your mouth with his thumb, pressing a gentle kiss to your tired lips.

you pouted, wanting more still, and his shoulders shook in a low laugh. "not done, darling?"

you shook your head, ran your nails across his shoulders, down to his biceps, loved the way you could feel shivers erupt under your fingertips.

"i'll give it to you if you ask," he reminded you, simply, because of course it was that simple, that gentle.

you pressed your lips to his chest, his neck, his jaw, bit down softly on his collarbone. "please fuck me," you begged against his skin, "been wanting it forever, arber, need you to fuck me, need you to stretch me out."

in a moment he flipped you so that your hips were angled up to him, your chest against your bed, your cheek to your sheets.

"been waiting, have you, darling?"

you whined, nodded.

"no more waiting," he said, running his fingers through your folds, already so wet, "promise, no more waiting, pretty baby, okay?"

"please," you mustered, the end of the word becoming strangled as he began to push into you. it was altogether too much - every possible voice inside of you screaming too much and not enough in some cacophonous harmony.

his groan was raw, full of relief, release, confirmation. he held onto your hip tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around your stomach to keep you grounded, keep you here as you felt like you were floating away.

the pressure was dizzying, staggering, enough that your breathing was choked, your mind completely clouded, your already watery eyes just barely holding back tears.

you reached a hand back to grasp at his forearm as he pushed further, almost all the way inside of you. you whimpered as the stretch reached a peak, as he stilled, making the stray, warm tears finally fall down your cheeks, hang on your jaw before collecting on the sheets under you.

"so pretty when you cry, darling," he breathed, tight and short as you adjusted to him, and he to you.

"please, arber, just move, hm?" you pleaded. "need it, please."

his embrace around your middle tightened as he began to move in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, almost undetectable.

"so whiny, hm?" he bit out. "pretty baby knows what she wants?"

you nodded feverishly. "just give it to me, baby, please, just let me take it."

"don't know if you can," he said, and you pouted. "don't want to hurt you, hm?"

you clutched at his forearm, began to fuck back onto him, determined to get the motion and pace you needed so desperately.

"want it to hurt, arber, please, please give me all of it," you spoke with all of the greed of a sinner seeking salvation. "need all of it."

he abandoned any qualms about hurting you, immediately adopting a brutal pace, so hard and deep you swore your teeth began to chatter. you bit out a choked moan, grabbed at your sheets with your fist, scrunched your eyes shut at the pressure building inside of you.

his grunts grew rhythmic in time with his thrusts. "feel so good, know that, darling?" he rasped. "being so fuckin' perfect for me."

you hummed in response, gasped when he ran a hand across your clit, making you clench tighter around him.

he cursed at the sensation, continued to tease you as he thrusted deeper.

"like that," you breathed, growing dangerously close, "fuck, just like that baby, right there."

"gonna make me cum, darling," he warned, pressing his palm flat against your clit, the friction maddening. "feel too good."

"please cum for me, baby," you begged, your voice raw, "need it so bad, arber, need all of you." you moaned. "fuck, give me all of it."

he groaned as he came, triggering your own orgasm, an overwhelming wave of pleasure that consumed you utterly and entirely. you felt him collapse on top of you, barely registered him pulling you into his side as you both caught your breath in comfortable silence.

moments passed slowly, thick like aged honey, fragrant, sweet.

he lazily traced his thumb across your cheekbone, down your jaw, your collarbone. eventually, you looked up at him, found his eyes full of something homely.

you thought briefly about how you looked in that moment, what he was seeing - spit on your face, skin probably splotchy and red in places from wear, hair fussed and skin sparkling with sweat.

notably, though, the thought evoked no fear, not even for a moment. because you were beautiful like this, like always.

you exhaled a breath, soft, gentle, and buried some ancient curse with it.

the silence was blissful. eventually you heard loud footsteps on the wooden hallway steps, eye widening as you realized there were other people that lived in this house, in this room.

you pressed a hand to his chest to prepare him. "sweetness!" you called out. "do not come in here!"

"why?" came your roommate's voice through the door. "is there a fire?"

you exchanged a look with arber.

"kidding!" she added, her voice growing more distant. "i'll be in the kitchen. big guy, chief left without you!"

your shoulders shook in a pleased, peaceful laugh. he smiled at you, then, a warm, soft smile with teeth, and what was there left to do but smile right back? "what'm i supposed to do, darling?" he asked.

you got up, slowly, reluctantly, tied your robe from the bathroom around yourself, handed him his clothes. "c'mon," you said, "i'll show you the kitchen."

he leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to your lips before tugging on his clothes, grabbing his helmet.

i'll show you everything went unsaid by you, but not misunderstood by him.

he held your bedroom door open, holding your gaze with a goofy grin. "after you," he rasped.

you bowed past him and wordlessly told the picture frames in the hallway to behave, we have guests.

fin.

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[localityghost]

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Rin Itoshi

Argument leading to a breakup

You were fresh out of a argument with Rin trying to hide your tears he was so obsessed with surpassing his brother he completely forgot about you "If your gonna get in my way why don't you just leave" his words echoed in your head as you packed your things stuffing them in your bag eventually Rin came in "What are you doing Y/N?" He asked a surprised look on his face "Leaving! Since I'm just gonna be in your way!" You said anger in your voice as you finished packing brushing Rin aside to open the door before he grabs your wrist "Sweetheart can we just talk about this...?" You hesitated for a bit these are one of the times where he sounded sincere and that's how you knew he meant it so you relaxed upon his touch as you turned to face him tears in your eyes as he embraced you "I'm sorry...I didn't mean what I said we can cuddle alright? Just...don't leave" you obliged to his request putting your things down to cuddle <3

Kunigami Rensuke

Leaving without a word

You and Kunigami got into a argument that was partially your fault but you didn't wanna admit it so when you two were arguing he packed his things and left leaving you alone in a empty bedroom at first you resented him but then felt the shrouding essence of loneliness when he wasn't there holding you the feeling being too much you went out of town for a while little did you know Kunigami came back to a empty apartment with flowers and chocolates to come apologize being met with a empty presence made his nerves sky rocket, you didn't actually leave him over a argument right? Right? His mind raced as he called you over and over to the point where you put your phone on silent. A week has passed and you felt refreshed coming back to your apartment seeing a extra pair of shoes at your door that sent a sense of alarm through your body as you entered your room you see a sleeping Kunigami specifically on your side of the bed with a bunch of gifts on the other side with the sight you felt heartbroken and that's when he woke and your breath hitched he got up the first thing he did was to take you in his arms and give you a string of apologies.

Bachira Meguru

Sleeping somewhere other then here

You and Bachira rarely got into arguments them ending off with you two sleeping in bed and cuddling but not this time he went too far you and Bachira have gone way back since he was a kid his weird and unnervy charm making you fall for him of course unlike Bachira you were quiet and often got picked on so when he brought up that topic in the argument you paused and that's when Bachira knew he messed up, you took some extra sheets and some pillows from the couch and retreated to the floor "Come on Y/N! I didn't mean it! I liked your poofy hairstyle back then!" You didn't listen instead just laying on the floor as Bachira stole the sheets from your little placement laying on top of the others "Move Bachira" you said a bit frustrated "No!" He said standing his ground "If your gonna sleep here then I will too!" He said with that pout adorning his face which left you with a sigh as you laid there facing away from him a few hours into the night Bachiras nightmares occurred leaving him scared which has a wave of guilt washing over you as you snaked your hand into his holding him from behind before he turned to you cuddling into your chest.

Barou Shoei

Wake up. Break up

You and Barou had gotten into a harsh argument sometimes you were fed up with his kingly attitude or how he acts like he's better then everyone else which led you guys here what the words that stabbed you in the heart "If your gonna be a bitch and drag me down then you don't deserve to be here beside me without me your nothing and it'll stay that way" those words you made realize how much Barou didn't care it was a harsh awakening but I think it was a wake-up call as the day after you left as in left left you straight up left Tokyo you didn't wanna see Barou neither did you wanna speak to him, That was until you got a letter at your apartment door and it was from one of the directors of the U-20 match requesting a meeting with you at first you hesitated but then you decided to go you wore something nice as you were escorted to a room with Barou in it and he looked sweaty like he had been practicing way too hard you wanted to leave right then and there but his hand touched yours his big rough hands that were large in comparison to yours "Stay...it's been rough without you...I'll do anything you want just don't leave me..." his head was leaned on your shoulder as he held you close and you couldn't do anything but to give into the king once again.

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[lassieposting]

So in the wake of my post on Astarion and cptsd, have another concept I've been thinking about lately:

Tav/Durge (or an origin character, but I'm gonna use Tav because there are so many potential ships) using magic on him - with his permission, of course, they're not a complete monster - to help him cope with the symptoms.

I feel like there's a lot of potential here? But I haven't really seen anyone using it in fics, so. Here are some ideas I've been turning over.

Spells Tav Can Use On Astarion:

Calm Emotions: magically subdue intense emotions.

So.

I have a fond headcanon that while Astarion is still in survival mode during the game - the worst symptoms of his cptsd are on lockdown and he's mostly able to keep it together well enough to be functional and clear-headed - there is an incident where Tav sees him have a panic attack.

Like. Maybe they're attempting to sneak around patrolling guards in enemy territory, or edging around hostile wildlife in the Underdark. They're alone, the party split into two pairs with different tasks, and some threat is headed their way. They don't want to raise any alarms, so Tav drags Astarion back into a narrow crevice in the rock, or a chest loaded onto a supply wagon, or something, to hide until the threat has passed by.

And. Astarion has never mentioned that he's claustrophobic. He doesn't show weakness unless he's forced to, and at this point, he hasn't told Tav about being sealed in a tomb for a whole year. So the first they know of it is when they're crushed up against him in a cramped hiding spot and they realise he's shaking. They try to calm him, but his eyes have gone unfocused and glassy and he's starting to hyperventilate, a wounded animal noise brewing in his chest.

And Tav has to make a split second decision, because he's going to get them noticed. So they try to comfort him and instinctively cast Calm Emotions - and it works. It cuts the panic attack off, and once the threat is audibly moving away from them, they're able to emerge and carry on undetected.

He's angry, on and off for a while, that Tav used magic on him without his consent, even once he understands what they did and why. But the thing is, it did work. It helped him get his fear under control. So down the line, as they get closer, and he begins to really trust Tav, he agrees to them using that one on him when he really needs it, when he's crippled with the panic of 200 years' worth of obediently withstood torture sessions, when he feels like dying is the only way to escape the fear. They're both aware though that Calm Emotions is a deferral, not a cure - it won't help him work through the panic attacks, and it won't stop him having them.

Heroism: instill the caster or an ally with courage

I like to think Tav uses this one on him a few times as the group approaches the city, when he's fretting about being back within Cazador's reach. They're not ✨sleeping together✨, but they are sleeping together - he has an open invitation to share Tav's tent at night, just to cuddle and rest a little easier with someone he trusts close by to watch over him. They know he's scared, and they know he doubts the group's ability to protect him if Cazador tries to take him back. Heroism here is essentially a stand-in for anti-anxiety medication - it stops him ruminating on what-if scenarios the group is determined not to ever let happen.

Enthrall: capture the attention of a creature, making it look at you

Another one that could be useful in a panic attack situation, though it's far too similar to Cazador's control to ever use on him spontaneously - it would need to be something suggested, discussed and agreed upon while he was clearheaded, to see if it was useful for him. Making him focus on Tav stops him focusing on whatever is causing him to nosedive. It's the, "Astarion, hey, look at me, just focus on me, breathe with me," spiel taken to a level that actually yanks him out of his fear spiral when just their voice won't do it.

Dancing Lights: creates magical orbs of light that brighten an area

Sometimes, Astarion struggles to switch off and unwind at bedtime. The "trying to get to sleep" gap can be a fucking horror show when you have a condition like cptsd - everything goes quiet in preparation for sleep, so it's the perfect time for all your intrusive thoughts and ruminations and spiralling to dogpile you, the way it struggles to do when you're compulsively keeping busy in the daytime.

A Tav who can create Dancing Lights is essentially giving him Candy Crush. A mindless, no-complex-thought-required distraction that shuts up all those bad thoughts long enough for his eyes to start closing.

Light: makes an object shed light in a small area

He's not afraid of the dark. The dark is a vampire's natural habitat, after all. But he is, in the early days, sometimes afraid of what might be in the dark - he has nightmares of Cazador lurking around the outskirts of the camp, waiting to snatch him up. Shifting shadows against tent fabric can warp and twist into horrors to a groggy, fresh-from-a-nightmare mind. He would rather die again than ever ask Tav to magic him a nightlight. But if an object bespelled to cast a soft, grounding glow inside his tent happened to be left beside his bedroll, well, finders keepers and all that. Of course he uses the damn thing, darling, if he leaves it off for one night Gale will probably eat it.

Detect Thoughts: telepathically link to unprotected minds and hear the thoughts of targeted creatures while talking to them.

I like to think this mostly happens when he's struggling to express something and getting frustrated.

Sometimes, it's a vocabulary issue. Faerûn is a medieval-esque setting - Astarion doesn't have terms like "trigger" or "dissociation" or "flashback" to express what's going on in his head. He has to cobble together not-quite-right-but-close-enough explanations out of the words he does have, and that shit is hard.

Other times, it's because he's trying to recount a memory that gets stuck in his throat or between his teeth. Because he can't bear to voice the humiliation, or the dehumanization, or the violence that goes with it. Putting it to words makes it real in a way that he can't deal with anymore. He wants Tav to know what's distressing him, but he just...can't say it. He can't.

And once upon a time, he would've just shown them through the tadpole, but that's no longer an option, so Detect Thoughts it is. Tav can either hear him, or he can visualise the memory and show it to them - or flashes of it, anyway. And it can be a quiet understanding between them - no stumbling over his words, no tears, no shaking voice.

Hold Person: hold a target humanoid in place.

Paralyzing Ray: paralyzes the target.

Otiluke's Resilient Sphere: enclose a target in a sphere of shimmering force...blocking all incoming and outgoing damage

These wouldn't really come into play until months or even years postgame, once Astarion is safe and settled and finally processing all the horrors he's been through - if he has an era where the flashbacks are so vivid, he might not recognise Tav, or might even mistake them for Cazador or Godey. The era where, sometimes, through no fault of his own, he might be a danger to himself and others, Tav included. What's a fantasy protagonist to do with him, when he's beyond reason? Pop him in the rage cage - where he can't hurt himself or anyone else - until he comes back to himself.

Spells Tav Has Tried And Failed To Use On Astarion:

Cure Wounds: heal wounds through touch

Probably the first spell they ever try on him, and one he could've sorely benefited from. The extra impetus to start associating touch with pain relief instead of pain itself would've done him a lot of good. But, according to the wiki, undead are immune to virtually all healing spells, which is a deeply angsty bummer.

Sleep: make a conscious creature fall into a deep slumber

As a high elf, he's immune to sleep magic, but he gets the elven equivalent of night terrors, and days on end of broken rest will leave anyone drained and exhausted. Tav has absolutely offered to try and put him to "proper" sleep, a deep sleep, so he won't dream. I've never actually played dnd, so I don't know how much leeway there is here for creative interpretation of immunity, there are certainly ways you could be creative with it - maybe his fey ancestry protects him from being put to sleep specifically in an attack context, or from being put to sleep unexpectedly, or by unfamiliar and potentially hostile magic. Maybe, if he knows it's happening and his innate magic recognises the magic of the caster, he's able to lean into it. Like the difference between being shot from behind with a tranquilizer gun and popping an ambien before bedtime.

Also! These could even be scrolls! It amuses me to think of Tav popping over to the pharmacist Gale's tower in Waterdeep to get Astarion's monthly anxiety prescription scrolls of Calm Emotions

#bg3 #bg3 headcanons #astarion x tav #astarion x durge #actually could also be relevant for #halstarion #wyllstarion #and #bloodweave #depending on what spells you give them #oh and #astarion x shadowheart #astarion ancunin

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Lmfao N says fuck fic how original

[SNAP]

"So, N..." Uzi sits down on her Spinny Chair Of Genius™, as she likes to call it, as N sits on a beanbag. "Since i am your new apparent admin, this means i have some form of control over you and V, yeah?"

"I guess?" N shrugs "I mean- i don't know, i'm not the human that made me, i don't know my inner workings..."

He suddenly has a small thought start to grow in his head, and immediately lets it slip out of curiosity. "Wh- what are you trying to do?? Are you gonna look through my settings..?" He scratches his head in a bashful manner, blushy as it's literally some very delicate and probably private stuff.

Uzi grins like the absolute gremlin she is, sharp teeth shining like the blade of a knife, as she fidgets with her fingers at the most chaotic thought she's had so far. Key word being: so far.

"I'm just gonna make a test, nothing harmful~" She giggles. N looks at Uzi with a metaphorical drop of sweat running down his visor as he thinks of the times Cyn giggled back in the mansion. She definetly made giggles way less scary than Uzi's.

Next day...

It started with Uzi's alarm going off. She slaps her own visor, turning it off, and promptly gets up. N seems to be deep in his sleep... Wonder what he's dreaming about? She kinda hopes it's her, but it's not something she'll reveal to any one schmuck at ALL, so thank me later.

i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill anymore. i need you. don't go. don't leave me. please. i don't want to kill you. the universe is at risk. i can't lose more people in my life. i have to protect the universe. but you are my universe. please. no. don't go. please. i love you. i'm sorry.

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"N!!" He wakes up screaming, startling Uzi who's sitting conviniently really close and in front of him. On top of his lap. Like in those bits in movies where the love interest is uncomfortably close to the main character. Like that. Yeah.

"Hi Uziii...??" N whispers in bashful surprise as she processes the situation. Okay so i'm sitting here right in front of him and he just woke up and sat up really close to my face it's looking like something else is gonna happen and oh my robo-god i am going to fuckin' pass out hhhhh-

"aaaaaooOKAYWEGOTTAGOORELSEWERELATETOTHEFUCKINGSCHOOLSHITAAAA" N yelps Uzi pushes him away by the face in a rush. N gets back up to yell (but like- not angry or anything, more like yelling so she hears him clearly) "Language! Your dad's around, you know?? It's why i say"biscuits" instead, i don't wanna be rude!". It's a long pause of silence as he thinks, realizing... "How can you even swear at all by the way???"

It started with a horrible, terrifying, traumatic, very lore heavy nightmare along with a scare and rush to school. This day is certainly not gonna go all too well and i am here for it he's boutta SNAP lol.

Next it was Lizzy doing her usual popular girl spoiled brat bullshit, and N cannot kill her because murder as a whole is wrong and it's no solution to anything at all. Uzi knows this and it bothers her so much more than i can describe.

Next was the teacher being this smug idiot doing whatever, giving the class a dumb thing to do without caring about anything, only looking through his phone either busy with other work or straight up messing around. Uzi and N are very much bothered by this and Uzi wants to speak up... Which she does. To no avail, as the teacher ran out of fucks to give. N just tolerates and tries to lighten up the mood by being his friendly self (got a dude and a chick head over heels for him and he doesn't realize, thinks they're just extra friendly), but it's mostly very little effect. All because he doesn't wanna be rude. It's gonna get real soon enough though.

Next was the discrimation towards N, as he is a Disassembly Drone and they're pretty scared of him... Well at least it's not ALL of them, some are very much enjoying his presence. Why that is i'll tell you in the dms because i don't think i can say it here lmfao.

Next was the teasing. Yes some drones in the school figured out the whole Nuzi shebang and are now teasing them about it. "Hey purple girl, how's the biting like?", "How does your murder buddy kiss? I'm just curious~", "How's it like living with a small girl like her? Bet she likes it when you pick her up~", "N you are so much better than her, there's that other murderous girl out there that killed Doll's parents, she seems right up your ally!", and it just doesn't stop. Ever. N is genuinely bothered by this, he's very uncomfortable.

Inconvience after inconvience, minor and major, impactful and not, it just doesn't friggin' STOP.

Luckily that's all there is, they're going home! Albeit not very happy but they're going to their comfortable space of a home nonetheless!

But i did say he's gonna snap at some point.

"Uzi, have you seen my glasses? I gotta read something important" Says Khan, not actually needing glasses as he's a robot, he can see just fine, but everyone in Copper 9 is all mimicking humans so Khan doesn't realize that and needs glasses anyway.

"I'm getting them, Mr. Uzi!" N chirps, happy to help like all the time, as he jumps up from his seat and walks around, looking for Khan's glasses. "Thanks, Uzi's very lucky to have you as this potential boyfriend!" Uzi lets out a very UNHOLY screech of embarrassment as she yells "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND". N does sigh at this, but he's too busy looking for Khan's glasses to care.

"Ooh! There you are!" N whips out a pair of glasses from inside... Uzi's wardrobe?? Does she prank him often??? Anywho, he found the glasses!

"I got 'em Mr. Uzi!! I found them in Uzi's wardrobe which is very weird and raises a few questions but i found them nonetheless!!" Khan processes the statement and wheezes as a response.

"What? What's funny??" N is very confused. Khan chuckles as he pats N in the back, "What just happened while i was sleeping was that Uzi just hid them away as a prank of sorts, she's very mischievous!" He's giggling as he explains, and so does N because come on it's funny how could he not?

Oh and N drops the glasses in his giggle fit. Resulting in them breaking upon landing. They stop laughing as they notice this.

N's eye twitches as his hands vibrate.

"N it's okay, i'll just get new ones-" says Khan, immediately interrupted by the next paragraph under this one

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Khan is startled and frozen up in shock. Uzi heard that from the other room and is also shocked. If there were birds in Copper 9 they would fly away in flocks.

"Are you- are you okay-" Khan's interrupted again. "NO I'M NOT OKAY SHIT JUST KEPT HAPPENING AND I'M FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THAT AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SON OF A BITCH THEY KEPT ON TEASING ME AND BEING WEIRD AROUND ME AND OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING DRONE?!?!?!"

Khan is frozen in shock as Uzi silently giggles to herself from the other room. "It worked! I turned off his filter holy shit it worked eheheheheee!"

"I'M... I'm going outside for a breather, be right fuckin' back" N storms out through the front entrance, as Khan holds a hand out trying to stop him, "it's sunny outside, careful-" but it was too late.

"FUUCK!!" And so N storms right back in, with burns on his casing, "I'm going to Uzi's room then"

"I DID IT!!" Uzi whisper-yells to herself. Somehow.

Twas a very loud and messy day, hope you enjoyed this lmao

#murder drones #serial designation n #uzi doorman #nuzi #khan doorman #lizzy murder drones #tw swearing #like a LOT it's really scary #spooker's writing #also yeup lotta Nuzi in there lol it's fucking adorable and funny as hell haha

[shoto-chann]

Hi there! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're absolutely adorable 😍 if you're taking requests, and since you're writing for HoO, I wanted to request a lee! Leo and ler! Piper or Jason or any of the Seven tickling the shit out of him for pulling nonstop pranks on April Fool's. Thank you so much hehe

This idea sounds absolutely beautiful! I finally get to write for my favorite book series! My Percy Jackson Era has started! There seriously needs to be more PJO/HoO tickle fics out there with characters like Leo, Frank, Hazel, or any other characters, but I'm fine with any cause they're all so wonderful. Here ya go, friend 😁😁

There's Always A Limit

Heroes of Olympus

Lee! Leo

Ler! Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel

Description: Leo keeps pulling April Fool's pranks on everyone, and after daring to get Annabeth, she and the rest of the Seven teach him why he shouldn't test people's patience

*Warning: Contains tickling

Leo silently giggled to himself as he finished setting up his next prank. "This is gonna be so good," He said quietly as he tiptoed out of the room he was in. Turning to the semi opened door, he waited for that person to wake up. He didn't have to wait long cause that person woke up five seconds later, rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, and screamed bloody murder. Leo laughed out loud and entered the room, witnessing Annabeth screaming and crawling away from what appeared to be the scariest thing in the world: spiders. Annabeth's eyes turned to Leo as she trembled in the corner. "LEO! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" She screamed. "PERCY! PERCY!" "April Fools!" Leo said as he fell to the floor, cackling. He picked up one of the spiders and showed it to Annabeth, who only screamed louder. "Calm down, they're not real spiders" Leo said as he revealed what it actually was. "It's just paper, Annie. Oh, I can't believe I got you. Everyone said it was impossible, but I just proved them wrong. Coach Hedge, better pay up!" Leo said as he bolted out of the room with a chuckle and an evil smirk.

Later, everyone except Leo met up around the dining hall. Unfortunately, everyone had fallen victim to Leo's pranks. Percy's food was dyed red, which made Percy cry. Jason, who hardly got any sleep, was holding a now destroyed alarm clock that went off and played Jason's least favorite song at random times. Piper's wardrobe was swapped out with fancy and elegant clothing, something she hated with a passion. Frank's face was written in marker with the message saying "Leo Da Best," and Hazel had fake minerals laying around her room and around other people's rooms, scaring her almost to death. But the only one who was the most angry was Annabeth. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. One look at her made the Underworld feel like a tropical vacation. "I'm going to kill Valdez," Annabeth said through gritted teeth. "I'm not sure we should go that far," Jason said. "Don't get me wrong, I feel like flinging him off the ship and blasting him with lightning, but we should-" "I want to hurl hurricanes at him" Percy said angrily. "Maybe I can charmspeak him into jumping off the ship as it flies." "Maybe I should throw a gold bar in his face." "I can shoot him in his legs." Everyone started naming things they could (and wanted to) do to Leo for his pranks, and it was starting to get out of control. "EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Annabeth shouted. Everyone immediately stopped talking with fear that Annabeth might hurt them instead. "Look, we all want to hurt Leo, but there's a better way to deal with him besides breaking his bones and killing him" Annabeth said. "What do you have in mind, Wise Girl?" Percy asked. "Glad you asked, Seaweed Brain. I'll demonstrate. Get up here." Percy hesitated to move, but he did as he was told and walked up to Annabeth, who immediately judo flipped him onto his back and tickled his belly button without mercy. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHANABEHEHEHETH! WHYHYHY!?" "This is for not coming to help me when Leo put fake spiders in my room." Annabeth said as she continued her assault for another twenty seconds before letting Percy go. "And just because I needed to let off a little steam," She said as she kissed Percy on the cheek. Annabeth stood up and sighed. "Everyone get what I mean now?" Everyone nodded at the idea of teaching Leo a thing or two.

Later that day, Leo was rummaging around for more materials he could use to get another couple of pranks in. He had the brilliant idea that involved fake snakes and a voice changer. He had almost finished creating his voice changer when all of a sudden Piper came in. "Leo, that big angry bird is back." Leo looked up at Piper. "Really?! Finally, I get to pay that stupid bird back for taking my food!" Leo got down and rushed out to the main hall to ready the weapons, only to find the bird inside and resting on a table. Leo locked eyes with the bird and smirked. "Ready to get turned into dinner, you stupid bird?" He stepped closer to the bird, but before he could make a move, the bird flew at Leo full speed. Leo was about to catch the bird, but was surprised when the bird grew arms and legs and was reaching out to-

"What the-" Leo was tackled down by what was now an angry looking Frank. Frank pinned him to the ground with one hand, his eyes looming over Leo with hatred and a small hint of a smirk. "What was that for, dude?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Leo exclaimed. "Oh no, the horror," said Annabeth with an annoyed yet satisfied sarcastic tone. She and the other demigods walked in behind her and approached Leo. "Guys, w-what's with the sudden-" "So you think it's funny to prank everyone here?" Annabeth asked in a demanding tone. "Well...yeah. It's April Fools Day. How can I just pass this opportunity up?" Annabeth glared at him, but it wasn't her usual annoyed or angry glare. She had a smirk on her face. Leo was even more afraid of this Annabeth than angry mom Annabeth. "Well, Valdez, you have to be punished for what toy did to everyone." Everyone had already positioned themselves next to Leo, which made him a little nervous. "L-Look, we can talk about this like civil people hehehere" Leo giggled nervously. "It's a little too late for talking" Annabeth said. "I wonder how quickly you can hit your limit."

"Please, Annie-" "Only I get to call her that!" Percy said as he started tickling Leo's hips. Leo bucked his hips as he giggled loudly. Soon, Jason joined in and tickled his sides, Piper went for his ribs, Annabeth and Hazel targeted his feet, and Frank just held him down with his arms above his head. Leo was cackling right off the bat with 10 hands tickling almost every spot. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUYS, STAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS IHIS TOO MUHUHUCH!" Leo begged. The others just ignored him and continued to tickle him. "Hey, Frank. His armpits are extra sensitive, especially if you're a little rough with it" Jason commented. "JAHAHASON, YOU TRAHAHAHAHAITOR! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FRAHAHANK! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Leo's laugh increased once Frank started tickling his armpits. This shocked everyone for little bit. Frank was one to never tickle anyone without their permission and was too nice to tickle anyone for long. Apparently that didn't apply to Leo cause he was tickling him like crazy, even going as far as to tickle the spot between his ribs and armpits. Leo started screaming at the top of his lungs, but no words could come out. It only made it worse when Frank used his free hand to tickle Leo's belly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Okay guys! Rotate!" Annabeth said. Momentarily, everyone let him go so he could breathe while they rotated positions. Leo was trying to steady his breathing so he could actually get some air. "Plehehease. Noho mohohore," He begged. "Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, you poor dumb boy. You're not even a quarter of the way done with your punishment" Annabeth said with a chuckle. Then she and the others started tickling Leo again.

For nearly an hour, everyone had taken turns rotating and tickling every tickle spot Leo had. Halfway through his tickle punishment, Leo stopped squirming and just accepted his fate. He still squirmed every now and then, but he knew he couldn't escape and he couldn't change their minds. Tears trickled down his red cheeks as he laughed harder than he ever did in his life.

Eventually, Annabeth had decided that Leo had had enough and told everyone to stop. So everyone let up and gave him space. Leo could hardly breathe while he curled up into a ball to get rid of the tickly feeling all over his body. Within seven minutes, he could form words again. "I hahate you ahahall" He said with a grin wider than the grand canyon. "Now, what did you learn from today, Valdez?" Annabeth asked. "Dohohon't mess with yohou" "Good. Now do you promise to never pull stunts like this again?" "Noho" Annabeth glared at him again. "Excuse me?" Leo sat up and looked at Annabeth. "Thahat's impossible. I can't just give up pranks." "You have one chance, Valdez." " I. Said. No." Leo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at Amnabeth. Percy stepped up to him like he wanted to throw him, but Annabeth held him back. "It's your funeral." "Why say it like tha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Leo jumped a foot into the air and wiggled around as if there were something in his shirt. "GEHEHET OHOUT OF MYHY SHIHIHIRT, FRAHAHANK!" Leo demanded as he fell back laughing and holding his torso. Frank, who had shapeshifted into a mouse, responded by going to his weakest spot. Leo shrieked and rolled on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he tried to grab Frank. "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" "Only if you promise to-" "OKAHAHAHAHAY! I PROHOHOHOMISE! I SWEHEHEHEAR! JUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M GOHOHONNA PEHEHEHEHEE!" "Frank, you can stop now" Hazel said. Frank immediately crawled out of Leo's shirt and scampered next to Hazel before shapeshifting back into Frank. Jason and Piper helped him up off the floor while he was recovering from hyena-itis. "You better hold up to your promise, Leo. No more going overboard with your stupid pranks, or else your punishments will be worse than what you got today" Annabeth threatened. "I promise" Leo nodded as he freed himself from Jason's and Piper's grasp and immediately bolted to the bathroom. Everyone laughed and continued talking about everything that happened.

Leo never ended up keeping that promise. He only lessened the frequency of his pranks, but they never truly went away. But he always made sure to never prank Annabeth again. He did not want to suffer under her devil fingers ever again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my very first Heroes of Olympus tickle fic. I will write a lot more for this series because it's my absolute favorite, and the characters are so interesting and cool and everything. And of course, I have an O/C for this as well, but I'm not quite ready to reveal him yet. If you loved reading this and want more, requests and dms are always open.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #jason grace #piper mclean #tickle fic #april fool's day #lee!leo #seven demigods

[moon-alight]

Hi!! Could I request of how Jo from &team reacts and handle the situation of his s/o having a nightmare?

Hello! Jo is my second bias so of course I could. Hope you like it. :)

Nightmares - &team Jo

Synopsis: Reader has a nightmare when she stays over at the dorms and Jo comforts her.

Warnings: afab reader, fluff

Word Count: 682

Masterlist

It wasn't your first time staying over at the dorms but it was your first night being here. You initially hadn't had any doubts so when you woke up suddenly your heart almost beating out of your chest and your body shaking, you were mortified.

You didn't want to wake up your boyfriend, he doesn't get much sleep as it is so why would you ever wake him? But the dark room and walls that are closing you in made it hard to breathe.

This hasn't happened before, at least you believe so. You close your eyes, trying to calm down but it only made you more scared. You have tears bottling up in your eyes and you try your hardest to stay quiet. Not only don't you want to wake up Jo, you also don't want to wake up his two roommates Yuma and EJ.

Your sniffling has caught the attention of Jo who had just woken up. He frowns, thinking he's dreaming until he remembers you being next to him. He quickly sits up, looking through the dark to see you.

"y/n?" His voice is barely above a whisper, if the rest of the room wasn't as quiet as it is now, you wouldn't have heard it. "What's wrong?" He turns on a small light which is not enough to light up the entire room but just enough to see each other.

"N-nightmare." You whisper back, suddenly feeling stupid. At this point you should be old enough not to be scared of simple nightmares anymore. Jo wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, you rest your head against his chest, calming a little by the sound of his heartbeat.

"Do you need anything? I can go grab it."

"Please don't go." Yep, you're sure it must sound pathetic but Jo has never judged you before so he probably wouldn't now either.

"Don't worry, princess, I'm not going anywhere." He gently strokes your hair. You would be lying if you said it didn't bring you absolute comfort. "Want to talk about it?"

"I was alone and... there was this fire alarm that went off. I couldn't escape the flames and..." You cut yourself off. Jo knows how terrified of fire you are, everyone is at least a little scared of it, so he knows what you're going through. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"What? No, no, no. I want you to wake me up when you have a hard time. It's what I'm here for."

"But you already don't sleep enough and you're always working so hard. I don't want to make it worse."

"I get nightmares sometimes too, you're not wrong for asking for comfort." He admits.

"What are your nightmares about?"

"Losing you." Two words. Two very simple words yet it made such a difference. You grab onto the fabric of his shirt and press yourself closer against him just to hear him chuckle lowly. "Sometimes you break up with me and sometimes I do something to scare you away but the nightmare always ends with me without you."

"You're gonna have to do a whole lot of weird stuff to scare me away, Jo. You're not getting rid of me so easily." He smiles and presses a kiss on the top of your head. "It's more likely for my nightmare to come true then yours." You mumble.

"Just know I'd run right into that burning building to get to you." Jo tells you, you smile. Suddenly you hear someone groan.

"We get it! You're lovesick fools! Go to sleep!"

"Yuma! Let them have their moment!" EJ replies, throwing a pillow to the younger boy.

"No! I'm not going to listen to another word of that!" Yuma states loudly.

"Jealous much?" You ask, looking over.

"Yes! That must be it!" Yuma exaggerates sarcastically. "I'm jealous because I don't have someone to talk to in the middle of the Goddamn night! Go. To. Sleep!" Jo and you look at each other with goofy smiles on your faces. "And turn the damn light off!"

"Shut up, Yuma!"

#&team jo #&team #&team imagines #&team drabbles #&team fluff #&Team Jo fluff #&team scenarios #Jo

[kjdkive]

lazy — jjk

A spring sunday morning, a cool breeze entering through the open window making the blinds move softly. Jungkook and you were sleeping very peacefully. No alarms, no hurry, no college or jobs. Everything was perfect.

You started waking up slowly, and you turned to the side so you could see your boyfriend also waking up, but he just layed there with his eyes closed, smiling, knowing you were looking at him.

"Good morning." Jungkook said, still smiling, putting his arms behind his head so he could rest on them.

"Morning, love." you replied back, leaving a soft kiss on the man's cheek.

You took the covers off of yourself, but Jungkook grabbed you by your arm and pulled you towards him to hug you.

"Don't leave yet."

"I've to go to class, Jeon." your voice was muffled by Jungkook's chest, making him laugh.

"Aren't you silly? Today's Sunday." Jungkook let you go just a little bit of his tight grip, never hiding his smile, just to get near you and give you a kiss.

But you moved aside as fast as possible.

"I can't kiss you! I've morning breath." you said.

"I've literally eaten your—"

"Jungkook! Don't even finish that sentence." you knew what he was gonna say. It may be early but he's always dirty minded. "Just let me go."

"No. Never." Jungkook placed a kiss on your forehead.

You gave up and rested your head on your boyfriend's chest. You look up and just admire him. It's shocking how he can look so handsome but cute at the same time.

You were so in love with each other. Neither of you could believe you would ever get to live a love like this but you are now, and are enjoying it every single second of it. It's funny too, how at the start you were both assholes scared of commitment and now look at you.

"Jungkook." you called his name.

"Yes?" he said with the softest voice, placing a strand of your hair behind you ear, looking at you with loving eyes.

"I love you. Really, I do."

Jungkook smiled and hugged you tighter (if that was even possible).

"And I love you more. More than you can imagine, baby."

You smiled, like a silly girl in love, listening to his sweet words. You then left a short kiss on his jawline.

"Are you hungry?" Jungkook asked.

"I am, actually, I didn't have dinner yesterday. I'm starving."

You took advantage that he got distracted by thinking of food and left the bed to go brush your teeth. But when he saw you standing up, his comments never fail.

"You look so good with my shirt and of course nothing underneath."

"Jungkook, I swear to God."

After that, you got to the kitchen and saw Jungkook following you.

"Babe, you think you could make pancakes?" you asked him. Jungkook did sure make delicious pancakes.

"Sure." He said, turning to you to give you a small peck.

You thanked him and sat, patiently waiting while scrolling through your phone. Although, you could see a shirtless Jungkook cooking, and you decided that was more enertaining than your phone. You could appreciate how the muscles on his back moved, at the same time as his arms, hair. You could see his side profile once in a while, smiling at the cute expression he makes when he focus on something.

"Stop looking at me, y/n."

"I'm not looking."

"Then why are you drooling, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at him, and stood up to go where he was standing. You hugged him from behind, and he smiled as he felt your arms embracing him. He loved being close to you. You weren't corny, you found it cringy sometimes but Jungkook made you different. Calling him all sort of pet names, never being able to stop touching him. But all of that just made Jungkook see how much you loved him.

"Food's ready." He said, with a smile.

You now placed a little kiss on his back and went to the refrigerator to grab some honey, butter, and set the table.

You both talked and ate peacefully, like you always do. Talking about life updates, bills to pay and sometimes there was silence but it was comfortable. You had to admit that you living together just made you appreciate his company more, it made a great change in you. He changed you for the better.

And living together and being able to wake up to each other's faces, just made this adventure more incredible than it already was.

(english is not my first language, sorry for any mistake)

#bts #bts fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #jungkook #jeon jungkook #kpop

[tatumslollipop]

Y/N teleporting to scream 4

I wake up "I wanna sleep" I growned as my alarm clock rang again.I stood up and got myself ready. Brushed my teeth,washed my face and brushed my hair and straighten it. I choose my fav band shirt , baggy jeans and white airforces. But then I found a note in my room saying"You are in woodsboro I needed to go so its not the same as your universe. On monday you have music,geography and latin. On tuesday you have physics,german and english...." You read it through and couldnt believe it after you found out that jill roberts was your bestfriend. JILL ROBERTS. I AM IN SCREAM 4. Im so gonna get killed. You packed your school bag but putting a pocket knife in your bag too. Just for protection. You got your headphones and walked to the bus where you met all "your" friends. Kirby and Jill. "Hii" I said hugging kirby. But Jill looked at me kinda mad. Weird... You tried not to look scared. Maybe shes not ghostface in this universe and im wrong but I need proof first. Kirby ripped me out of my thoughts as she told me that marnie and jenny were killed and we need to stay safe because there could be new ghostfaces. The bus came and you three sit beside eachother you in the middle "So do you have any plans for the weekend?" jill asked you two nod. "What about a sleepover at my house?" she asked."I'm in" I say. Kirby says the same so after school we all go to jills house. "What do you guys wanna watch?" idk what came out before 2011... wait I have a idea "The Shining" "Ok sure" she said. But then a woman suddenly comes in probably her mom. "Hi girls I just wanted to check on you" she said smiling and I start blushing. WTF is wrong with me thats my bestfriends mom. "Y/N thats my cousin sidney" oh fuck I thought.... "Ok so guys have some fun but dont stay but too late you have school tommorow" she says giving me a smirk and then walks out the room. "Y/N wtf was that dont tell me you like my cousin" jill says but I can seem to know if she was serious or she said it ironicly. "NO!" I said laughing. "sure" jill said giving me side eye. After some time jill cuddled to my side I think she kinda found it scary.

I then went to the bathroom to change into pyjamas and brush my teeth but then jills cousin appears. And pushes me against the wall in the hall and starts kissing me. I start kissing her too after a few seconds. It is filled with passion and lust like we would do it often. Dude she did not write that in the letter maybe thats the reason she left but I dont really care shes hot. "Why wont you be a good girl for mommy and go with her to her room?" she says in a calming voice "But the girls" I said shy but she replied "Its gonna be fast" she said and omg am I gonna lose my virginity to sidney FUCKING prescott? she holds my hand and leads me to her room. Pushing me to the bed,removing my shirt and start giving me hickey all over my neck. "Tell mommy what you want" "Want mommy to fuck me real good" I start playing along now because its fucking hot. She nods and start unbottening my jeans and slips her hand in my underwear and starts making circle movements which made me moan "Baby you need to be quiet dont want jill and kirby to hear do you" I nod and she pushing 2 fingers in my now tripping pussy always hitting my g-spot. "Feels so good" I almost moan. She picks up the speed and adds one finger into my cunt while sucking on my tits. "You are such a slut for mommy arent you?" I nod. "Words" she said demanding. "Yes I am your slut to always use when you want" "God you always know what to tell mommy" It felt so good. "Cum" After that I release all over her fingers. She licks her fingers and says "So sweet" after that I pull her into a passioning kiss but then I say " I think I got to go now" sadly. I went to jills room. The movie was already finished and they started watching the new twilight movie. #teamjacob. I layed beside kirby and cuddled into her which jill looked not happy about that and lays beside you cuddles you. Till im pretty sure that shes a jealous girl im probably not gonna trigger it once more. I dont want any end up dead. Suddenly my phone starts ringing. I looked at the number its called mom <3. Tommorow at my house? Got you a suprise "Hows that" jill asked looking at me."Its just my mom" I said. I replied "sure ;)" Then I pretended to fall asleep still in cuddling kirby and jill cuddling me so its kinda hard to maybe find jill going outside to kill someone but in the movie she barely killed anyone so shes probably gonna make a call. But I never heard something so I fell asleep.

To be continued...

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back in 2020 i wrote a werewolf!David fic for Camp Camp and then got through about a quarter of its sequel before getting distracted. at this point it's unlikely i'm ever going to finish it but it sounds like there's at least one person out there who wants to read it, which makes this a good advertisement for leaving comments on seemingly abandoned works, doesn't it? anyways this is 7.8k, probably rated T, and i do not have the wherewithal (werewithal? hohoha) to reread rn so i can't offer any content warnings or fix any weird grammar or anything, but. here's it.

my semi-jokey working title for it was THERE'S ONLY ONE BED AND ALSO ONE OF US IS A WEREWOLF

CHAPTER ONE

Gwen wakes up.

She’s not sure what does it, because usually it takes the blaring of her alarm — as well as a few judicious smacks to the snooze button — for her to admit that the day is starting whether she wants it to or not and she had better drag herself out of bed if she doesn’t want the camp to burn down around her ears.

She’s long since come to terms with the fact that while she can effortlessly stay up late into the night reading fanfiction or binging television, even with a full eight hours under her belt the first thing she’s gonna want to do in the mornings is take a nap. Gwen just really, really isn’t a morning person.

By the grey light filtering through the windows, Gwen bets the sun hasn’t even properly risen yet. She’s not due to muddle her way through her morning routine for at least another hour, and in fact it’s so early that David’s still probably asleep.

That catches at something in her sleep-foggy brain. Had she had another dream about him, maybe? Something about… monsters? Statistically, and given the subject, it was probably a sex dream, but what…?

On a whim she turns over, intending to send her sleeping coworker a baleful glare for daring to have a presence in the confusing subconscious arena of her dreams — it’s not the first time, sure, but she uhhh.

Wolf.

That, uh… wolf.

Gwen stares at the sleeping beast in the room with her, suddenly wide awake, and does her best to regulate her breathing as she simultaneously curses David to hell. This is somehow his fault, she just knows it — leave it to Mr. Nurse-Back-to-Health-the-Wolf-That-Tried-to-Kill-Me to bring a wild animal into the cabin without telling her. Now she’s probably going to get eaten and leave behind all her unedited work and become famous for her talent posthumously instead of midhumously, or whatever, which is how she’d really, really prefer it.

Can wolves smell fear? She’s pretty sure they can, so she thinks happy, not-scared thoughts, like how happy she’ll feel when she throttles David for this. The animal is huge, taking up a sizable portion of her co-counselor’s bed, even though it’s curled up sleeping at the moment. The bed’s wool blanket and sheet are half-covering it, almost like it tried to burrow itself underneath them, and it has David’s stupid plush log between its front paws. It breathes in and out with great, calm gusts of breath, and Gwen thinks about how often wolves need to eat, how fetid its breath probably is, and the fact that she has virtually nothing with which to defend herself besides some trashy magazine she could maybe roll up and use to bonk its nose, like a poorly behaved mutt.

I’m freaking out a little, Gwen realizes, watching the tendrils of first light reach across the room. Knowing her luck, they’ll wake it up. Oh well. I had a good run. Well, an alright run. Well, I definitely had a run, anyway.

She practically holds her breath as the sun creeps in through the windows, sure that any moment might wake the beast and spell her doom. Maybe she’ll be able to miraculously pull David’s guitar out of nowhere and defend herself — but no, too quickly, the barest hint of sunlight touches the thing’s paw, and it gives a great twitch that has Gwen flinching — and then the wolf changes.

She’s not sure what she’s seeing at first. Its muzzle wrinkles as though in a snarl but then shrinks. The pointed ears on its head flatten back and disappear into its dark red fur, which itself seems to be absorbed back into its skin, leaving pale, pinkish flesh behind. Its paws stretch and lengthen into long, calloused, human fingers, and the whimper that comes out of its throat morphs mid-syllable into a distinct, familiar, and absolutely absurd “ouchie.” The figure left half-blanketed on the bed opens ocean green eyes over an upturned pink nose and effortlessly smiles at the new day.

The figure looks an awful lot like David sporting a week’s worth of facial hair.

The figure is David.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Gwen croaks, and David blinks his big green eyes over at Gwen, looking faintly puzzled.

“Gwen? What are you doing awake?” he whispers (only sounding a little raspy, the bastard).

Gwen’s mind is racing, frantically calling up memories from the past two days, belatedly recalling that last night she’d learned without a shadow of a doubt that David — bouncy, clumsy, sunshine-y David, her coworker of too many years and the least brood-over-his-loss-of-humanity guy she’s ever known, that David — was a bonafide werewolf.

He’s still looking at her, apparently wide-awake and ready to be properly concerned about his “CBFL!” despite the fact that no sane person should be awake at this hour. She tries to say something, something intelligent, so that he knows she’s fine and can stop turning the force of his way-too-bright eyes on her.

“Wurwuf,” her stupid mouth manages.

He looks confused, briefly, before a metaphorical lightbulb goes off so obviously that Gwen practically has to squint at its brightness. “Oh yeah! I change back when the sunlight hits me — it hurts, but I hope I wasn’t too loud. Did I wake you up?”

He looks so intensely unhappy at the possibility that Gwen finds herself shaking her head before she can properly process what he said, and he smiles warmly at her. Fortunately it’s not one of his overwhelming ones but instead the softer kind, the kind he wears when he’s had a long day or a camper pleasantly surprises him.

“I’m glad,” he says with one hundred percent honesty, and he sits straight up in bed like it’s easy to get his muscles to work in the morning. “I was a little worried! You should go back to sleep, Gwen. I know how hard you’ve been working, and I dumped a lot on you last night. I’ll take breakfast duty, okay?”

“Mm,” she says, and he gives her another smile — jesus it’s too fucking early for this — and daintily wraps a sheet around his body, heading to the bathroom. She watches him go, humming like it’s any other day, until he closes and latches the door behind him with a snk.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, Gwen mentally screams, and bites her fist hard. David’s a werewolf. David is a werewolf. It’s a brand new day and her coworker (and, fine, friend) David is a WEREWOLF who literally transformed in front of her very eyes into a huge, potentially terrifying beast.

She’s going to have so much to write about.

Speaking of, she scrambles out of bed for her notebook and pen. She’d been limited by David’s inability to talk as a wolf, but through yes and no questions and some dubiously successful attempts at charades she’d ended up with a decent number of pages written out about his new condition. It’s a solid start on figuring out what they can expect and how this whole thing works.

Of course, like every normal person, Gwen herself went through a Weird Wolf Girl phase. Though it’s been considerably more than a decade since then, she’s sure she hasn’t forgotten that much about them — and besides, with all the supernatural shapeshifter romances she’s read in the years since then, she’s pretty confident she can fill in any gaps in her knowledge.

She starts drafting questions, both for David and the Quartermaster (who of course has a hook in this, that guy is so freaky). Like: David turns into a four-legged wolf every time moonlight touches him, but is there a way to control when the change happens? Could he stop the change partway through? Is his werewolfism unique, or is there a pack out there somewhere? And are there any single werewolves her age? If so, how would Gwen go about meeting them?

Quietly, Gwen lets out a high-pitched squeal — werewolves are real, and she knows one. It’s too bad it’s David, since that precludes any hot paranormal action on her end, and has precluded any action between them since their first week working together. But maybe he’ll meet some other, more masculine werewolves and he could introduce her?

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Gwen,” she whispers. “Reel it in.”

She spends a brief moment in deep breathing, trying to meditate… and then shrugs it off to bounce excitedly on her bed. Even if this isn’t quite the way she’d imagined it, werewolves! This could be a major change in her life, the kind she’d hoped Graggle would be, the kind she’s been waiting for as long as she can remember.

And who knows — he might still be David, but being a werewolf might make him more interesting, too. She grabs her pillow and muffles a disbelieving, embarrassingly girly squee into it, grinning. She can’t wait to see how things change.

***

In retrospect, maybe Gwen should have expected to be disappointed.

The activity for that day is Rube Goldberg Machines (“Max really enjoyed this one last year, Gwen!!”) and even though, as always, Gwen had told him during last week’s activity-planning session that it was going to be a disaster (“David, it’s going to be a disaster.”), the day is just… regular.

Which isn’t to say it’s not a disaster, but it is a pretty regular one. Harrison and Preston team up against Erid and Nerris to create competing death machines, which results in David stepping into the middle of their feud and getting the crap beaten out of him by mechanically-operated cardboard. Max and his friends are suspiciously quiet in a way that Gwen would be more concerned about if she wasn’t so busy trying to prevent Nurf from incorporating Dolph and Space Kid as living pieces of his machine. Mr. Campbell shows up at some point with an intriguing but useless story about his time in a Russian ballet school and then disappears pretty much as soon as she asks him to help. The Quartermaster is there.

Gwen waits all day, anticipation thrumming through her veins, for David to do something different. Just… one thing that would indicate that he’s secretly a paranormal, shapeshifting, not-quite-human creature. Maybe some supernatural speed, or a snarl at being bashed over the head by their terrible campers. Hell, she’d accept a mysterious, darkly longing look towards the woods. Anything.

But David spends the whole day totally normal, with his usual mix of peppiness, anxiety, and the occasional oh-so-human shriek of pain.

It’s not like Gwen really believed (much less had her heart set on) all those books about the super capable, brooding werewolf leads, but… It’s not easy to reconcile the rugged, snarling, coverboy antiheroes with a twiggy, delicate David who’s too busy trying to put a positive spin on marble-powered rocket launchers to realize his bandana is on fire.

Needless to say, Gwen’s exhausted by the end of the day, and for all his talk David hurries the kids along to bed as well. She leans against a tree, watching him interact with the torturous little shits with near-endless patience even in the light of the rising moon. It’s impressive, given that David wears his heart on his sleeve (along with every other organ he has in his body), but right now his impression of not being twitchy as hell is nearly passable. Even if some of the kids notice, they won’t worry; besides the Problem Trio, none will suspect it’s anything to do with the supernatural.

Also, of course Max, Neil, and Nikki found out about it; Gwen is going to grill Max about that as soon as she gets the chance, and then she’s going to kill David for letting it slip so quickly.

...then again, it’s admittedly something of a miracle that the whole camp doesn’t already know; she might have to let this slide. You should still know better! she thinks loudly, glaring at the back of David’s head as he suffers Nikki using him as a climbing post. He glances back at the same moment, catches her look, and hurriedly starts trying to disentangle the wild kid from his hair.

Gwen winces, then sighs in frustration — she hadn’t actually meant for him to catch that. Great going, Gwen.

Despite the revelations of the past few days, David really does seem just the same: goofy muppet-long limbs, pointy elbows, big smiles papered over a mess of anxiety, enthusiasm, and bad ideas. He’s not even more muscular or anything — though to be fair, he’s always been stronger than he looks. With his wiry muscles, he’s capable of lifting way more than Gwen expects — but the fact remains that he’s always looked delicate.

He’s not, of course — though he cries more easily than most people, it’s usually an emotional rather than physical response. He bounces back from just about any injury, leaping into the next activity with all the grace of a newborn deer. Gwen can admit that it’s somewhat compelling; she can’t help admiring his determination to keep moving forward.

Finally disengaged from Nikki, David puts his hands on his hips, tilting them in the opposite direction of his head. The move puts him on an appealing slant that emphasizes how long and slim he is, the slope of his neck leading into the sharp cut of his shoulders, hidden slightly by his dumb bandana. He fiddles with it now, throwing an uncertain glance her way.

He’d said the freaky magic necklace wasn’t comfortable to wear, and she wonders exactly how: does it intensify things? Is it like holding in a sneeze? After working so closely with him for so long, she’s intimately familiar with his energy levels; it’s not been the kind of day that usually ends in mania or an anxiety attack, but he’s twitchier than usual anyway. Is that related?

Finally taking pity, Gwen steps in. She manages to convince Harrison that the woods aren’t going to come alive while he sleeps (a weird, newly emerged fear she’s keeping a close eye on) and bundles Space Kid in his favorite rocket blanket so that David can devote his attention to Nerris’s pleas to stay up later so they can fight the dark elves together (which honestly seems like the kind of bullshit she should read up on, because that doesn’t sound like the sort of thing an impressionable kid should be absorbing). Together, they get the kids down only twenty minutes past the scheduled time.

David is unmistakably anxious on the way to the Counselors Cabin. When he hesitantly asks, “Am I in trouble?” Gwen can’t help but sigh.

“No, David. I’m just thinking,” she admits. “We need to make sure none of the rest of the kids find out that you’re a werg— a, a werewolf.” She silently curses herself for stumbling over the word again. What’s wrong with her? “Why did you have to let Max know? You must have realized he’d find a way to take advantage of this.”

“We-e-ell…” David starts, avoiding eye contact in a way that compounds Gwen’s fatigue.

“David.”

“I didn’t mean to!! He was just there and the moon was out and he broke the necklace and obviously if I had known I wouldn’t have put him in that situation, but the Quartermaster was being very coy about my being a werewolf so I had no idea what was coming —“

“Wait wait wait,” Gwen interrupts; David shrinks guiltily. “You didn’t know? You mean Max was there the first time you —?” She cuts herself off, brain whirring through his behavior since he got back from his disastrous trip in the woods a few weeks ago. She doesn’t like the conclusion she comes to.

Dreading his answer, she asks, “When was this?”

“Um.” David counts briefly on his fingers, lips pursed in thought. “A-about a week ago?”

“A week?!”

“A, a little less, actually,” he admits, cringing.

Gwen stops walking. “It’s been less than a week.”

Cautiously, he nods, his red hair flopping, and Gwen stares at him. It occurs to her suddenly that David has, hilariously, really been thrown to the wolves here: he doesn’t actually know anything about being a werewolf. His life has just changed, majorly and possibly permanently, and his only guide is the laconic and decidedly unhelpful Quartermaster… and Gwen herself.

“Right,” Gwen manages, and starts walking again. David follows, chattering nervously, but she barely hears him, thinking about what he’d said to her yesterday morning (practically forever ago): that he hadn't wanted to be a burden, but he needed her help.

Where is she even supposed to start?

She watches him throw his arms up to emphasize a point she hasn’t heard and catches sight of how long and delicate his fingers are, even with his summer camp callouses. They’re the same as ever, but somehow that makes Gwen feel like he’s even more fragile than usual, like if she even touched his shoulder he might shatter or maybe even bolt. But if she wants to figure this out properly, she needs more information… so she’s extra careful when she puts forth her next question.

“So you gonna let me watch tonight?” she asks, and then bites her tongue hard because that did not come out like she wanted it to, Gwen what is wrong with you.

Fortunately, the look David sends her is one of innocent surprise, rather than one assuming that she just propositioned him.

“Um, sure!!” he says, voice edging just past bubbly and into manic; he tugs at his bandana, revealing a flash of silver chain. Then, to her horror, a very noticeable flush starts to crawl up the back of his neck — shit, does he think she just propositioned him? “I-it’s just… well, I can’t really afford to ruin any more camp uniforms, s-so, um, I’d have to be —“

“Spit it out, David,” she advises, not completely dickishly.

“—naked, I’d have to be naked,” he blurts out, and pulls his bandana up around his cheeks to hide his embarrassment.

Gwen has to blink at him for a few seconds. Is he seriously that embarrassed about her catching an eyeful when they’ve lived in close quarters this long? And when he’s going to turn into a giant, fuckoff werewolf??

“David. I promise not to look at your dick,” she says, which to her amusement makes him squeak and turn as red as his hair. He flutters a nervous hand at her, glancing around like a camper could appear anywhere — which, to be fair, they could: Gwen has learned not to underestimate the little bastards.

She bumps her shoulder into his, because she’s too awkward to offer comfort in a normal way. “Are you seriously more freaked out about the naked thing than the werewolf thing?”

“It’s not… appropriate,” he hisses, still flushed and harried-looking. “You shouldn’t have to —“

“I don’t have to; I want to. To see you transform, I mean,” she corrects. “Into a wolf. Not to — yeah. But I do want to see the transforming shit again because it was seriously the coolest thing I have ever seen.”

As per usual, David opens the door to the Counselors Cabin and lets Gwen through first, which is why she sees the set-up, recognizes the intended purpose, and is already exhausted and dismayed by its outcome by the time David cheerfully flicks on the lightswitch.

“Oh,” he says, pleasantly surprised, as his action triggers the set of three marbles to start rolling down the halved cardboard tubes that have been taped together into an impressively complicated contraption. The blue marble hits and tips over a precariously balanced jug of water, the yellow one continues to pick up speed as its path steepens, and the mint-green one just barely nudges a piece of cheese into the grubby little hands-reach of a caged squirrel. “Wow,” David says, delighted, while Gwen traces the future paths of the machine and reaches the signs neatly taped to the wall above David’s bed.

“GWEN DON’T INTERFERE. I PROMISED I WOULDN’T SET A FIRE BUT NEIL DIDN’T. MAX.”

“Ooo, great use of weighted pullies,” David says appreciatively, while a baby headache is born right behind Gwen’s eyes.

Next to Max’s note is one with Neil’s precise handwriting. “Sorry for getting carried away but I needed to test my abilities. Neil.”

The squirrel has tugged up the string tied to the key to its cage and is furiously trying to unlock its prison; another domino falls just as the scale overbalances. Gwen’s headache has learned to walk and is joyfully crashing into the walls of her brain.

Nikki’s note (which, for some reason, is dripping with an unknown reddish liquid) says, “it seemed like the best use of our time. also the squirrel needed to know who was boss.”

“That’s such a creative use of a windchime!” David says, proud as anything, as Gwen recognizes an open container of lighter fluid, realizes that the last note is written in Campbell’s chunky scrawl, and her headache throws a screaming teenage tantrum about how unfair its life is.

“IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD CAMP ACTIVITY FOR THE CHILDREN! ALSO THEY BRIBED ME. SORRY! CAMERON C. CAMPBELL.”

“Gwen, look at how they combined their machines here! Oh, I’m so proud, this is such great teamwork,” David coos and then the lighter fluid tips over, the bedspread catches fire, the squirrel frees itself to launch its horrible little rodent body across the room, and Gwen’s headache graduates summa cum laude with a full degree in Fuck You Gwenology.

Even if she hasn’t been through this exact scenario before, Gwen knows how this goes. David’s mattress will be reduced to kindling (an inevitability each summer; honestly, she’s a little proud of how long it lasted this year), David will shriek as the squirrel makes claw-contact with his face, and Gwen will calmly murder every person responsible for ensuring she has more work to do before she can goddamn relax. She’s already heading towards the fire extinguisher when David surprises her.

Instead of getting a faceful of furious-slash-terrified squirrel and screeching his fool head off, David whips a hand out faster than Gwen can follow and snags the thing out of the air. She hardly notices, though, distracted as she is by the sudden, ferocious snarl that transforms David’s face, revealing a set of gleaming, razor-sharp fangs that make him look a whole lot more… monstrous.

Oh, fuck, Gwen thinks, frozen to the spot.

The squirrel squeals, panicked, and David’s growling cuts off abruptly with a sharp little gasp. He loosens his grip enough that the animal can scramble out of his hands and out the swinging screen door, not even bothering to scold them on the way out. David automatically tracks its movements, his green eyes flashing and shoulders tense.

Thwack, goes the cabin door. Gwen stares at David, who himself stares at where the squirrel had disappeared, before a full-body shudder goes through him and he wraps his arms around his middle.

“S-sorry,” he says, voice small. Gwen blinks at that, still a bit dazed, but he keeps his eyes down. “I didn’t mean — I mean, I just —“ He hunches into himself, making himself even smaller.

Realization sparks in Gwen — he feels shitty about this, I should do something — and then David takes a sudden, deep breath, filling his lungs and straightening to his full height. His shoulders are still tense but he’s forced them down, like he’s relaxed, and when he smiles at her it’s practically normal.

But Gwen knows David, and she knows his smiles, and this one is bad: her eyes rove over his face, cataloguing the tension in his brow, the slight tremble of his upper lip, how few teeth he’s actually showing. “David,” she starts, uncertain what she’s going to say.

“It’s okay!” he assures her, voice bright and tight, flapping an insistent hand in dismissal. “I was just — that, um, startled me, is all. I didn’t mean to — to… is something burning?”

Gwen turns so fast she gives herself whiplash. “Oh fuck, the bed!!”

“O-oh — !”

These days she’s old hat at putting out fires, but the lighter fluid and the relatively extended burn time mean that even after Gwen empties a full fire extinguisher, it’s quite clear that the mattress isn’t the only thing sacrificed to the blaze.

“My bed,” David says weakly. The headboard has collapsed into the slats of the bed frame, which are themselves burned through, and its legs are heavily charred; it looks like it might fall apart in a stiff breeze, leaving behind just a pile of ashes. “W-well, we could —“

“The extra camper cots won’t hold an adult’s weight,” Gwen points out numbly. Do they still have — ?

“And Mr. Campbell took the last bedframe from storage when he moved in,” David notes, and Gwen adds another thing to her mental “Reasons to Kill Cameron Campbell” list. “Good thing I —“

“No, Max traded your sleeping bag to the Wood Scouts to get them to take Jermy back,” Gwen reminds him, pinching the bridge of her nose. Quartermaster probably has more supplies, but he’s left for the night to do… Quartermaster things, and Gwen doesn’t actually know how to contact him until the morning.

“Right,” David sighs. “But the hammock — ?”

“Could you even use it when you’ve got —“ she claws at the air, giving him a faux snarl, which immediately makes her feel like a huge, stupid asshole, but she perseveres — “you know, four legs?”

With each back and forth, David sinks down a little more — but at that last one he perks up a bit. “Oh! Gwen, I’ll be a wolf. I don't need a bed, I’ll just sleep outside!”

“David,” Gwen begins, already prepared to try to make him see reason, but then she actually catches sight of his expression and pauses, considering.

Because David isn’t looking at her. His eyes dart from the remains of his bed to her desk to the bathroom door to the open window, whereupon he flinches and looks anywhere else til he’s inevitably drawn back to it. His hands are clasped in front of him like he’s pleased, but Gwen can see them trembling. “Plus, I feel like — I think there’s something different in the air, and I just want to check it out, make sure everything’s okay. And Harrison was so nervous at bedtime — I should probably check on him. And the Quartermaster probably needs help setting things up, so…”

He wants to get away, Gwen realizes. His reaction to the squirrel was different than he’s used to and it scared him. He needs to process it alone.

“Fine,” Gwen blurts out, and David shuts his mouth, eyebrows dipping in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Go. We don’t have to — You can show me the transformation another night. I’ll take care of the bed and any kids who come calling. If you need — some time, or some space, David, then go get it.” She has to mentally scream at herself to do it, but she raises a pretty convincingly casual hand to pat his shoulder. “I’ll take care of things here. You go do what you need, okay?”

He looks uncertain, but he does lean into her touch. Gwen fights to keep her face normal. “Gwen, are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone with everything again…”

“It’s fine, David,” she says, and finds that she means it. He asked her for her help, and if this is what it takes, well. “Go. Run around, burn off some energy, do what you need. I’ll cover you.”

He bites his lip, incidentally flashing those sharp teeth. Gwen determinedly keeps her eyes on his. “If you’re sure it’s okay…”

“I am. Go do your thing, David.”

The tense worry on his face melts away, and when he smiles at her it’s easy. “Thanks, Gwen,” he says, and before she can react he wraps his arms around her in a firm hug.

Gwen tries not to freeze up or anything, but she’s so awkward — she ends up patting his shoulder again (like an idiot) until he finally loosens his warm grip and steps away to open the cabin door. He aims one last grateful smile at her; it practically lights up the whole room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Gwen. Thanks again.”

“Yee-up,” she says, and gives him a thumbs-up until the screendoor thwacks shut behind him.

She stands there for a long moment, listening to his footsteps fade away. Then, when she’s sure he’s gone, she numbly reaches for her pillow. She presses her face into it and takes a couple deep breaths.

Then she screams, because she has to clean up the remains of the burned bed and figure out how this werewolf thing works for David and make sure the camp keeps running and now she’s going to have to do all that with the awareness that David might be hot now.

He’s not allowed to be. Their whole thing works because he’s not her type. They have to work so closely together to make this damn place run, reading each others’ intentions and patching each other up and practically working on top of and underneath each other; Gwen can’t do that if she has to worry about her hormones acting up just because her stupid coworker actually has some monster-y traits to go with the fact that technically, now he’s a monster.“Fuck,” she says, and it scrapes at her throat but it feels good anyways, so she says it again as she tries not to think about sharp teeth in an innocent smile. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

CHAPTER TWO

Gwen wakes up.

She keeps her eyes shut for a few moments. Sleep waits for her, solemn and warm, but something in the outside world is just off enough that she doesn’t surrender to it quite yet. Sluggishly, consciousness comes online.

She has a body. Her body is wrapped in a warm blanket. She’s still cold. She scrunches her nose and pulls her limbs in tighter, which helps a little, but not as much as the sudden cut-off of cold air that accompanies the screendoor’s muffled thwack.

Is David seriously coming in and out of the cabin at this hour? That deserves a squinted glare at the very least. Gwen rolls over to offer the stink-eye to her erstwhile coworker for his early morning volume, only —

The windows show only dark grey outside. Rain splatters half-heartedly against the panes. The digital clock on David’s night table illuminates the digits 7:08, more than twenty minutes before her first phone alarm is due to go off. Though the light inside the cabin is limited, it’s enough for Gwen to make out the rough outline of an enormous animal standing just in the doorway. It looks directly at her; its reflective eyes are brilliant and strange.

Her heart skips a beat. Then its pace increases, along with her breathing, because what the fuck, it’s gonna eat her —

A quiet, pitiful whine escapes the beast. It sounds pathetically sad, like Missy when Gwen’s dad won’t share his hamburger, but besides that universal doggy plea, something else about it seems... familiar.

She switches on her lamp before she can doubt herself.

The scant golden light reveals an unnaturally large wolf, its four paws placed carefully on the doormat. It is covered in thick red fur, Gwen knows, but not one hair of that is visible beneath its coat of caked, dripping mud. Its big green eyes are pleading. 

“Christ, David,” she says hoarsely, and stumbles to her feet, already reaching for the box of garbage bags left out last night after she cleaned up the charred remains of his bed. She can cut one open and lay it down like a tarp; it’ll catch any mud he drips on the way to the bathroom so it won’t spread to the rest of the cabin. Where are her scissors?

She lurches about the cabin, trying to prep it for a muddy werewolf. Her brain is working, technically, running through where the spare towels are and what she’ll need, but it’s still too early for things to quite make sense. Werewolf? Sure, that’s logical, she can handle that. But shouldn't David have turned back by now?

“C’mon,” she says to him once she has a line of slit open trashbags laid out. David steps carefully along her path, his tail and ears down, and hops immediately into the tub without the need for her to explain. Pulling her hair back in a loose ponytail, Gwen locates an old, refillable slurpee cup, then squats on the bathmat and turns the water on.

It’s cold, as it always is first thing in the morning, but David doesn’t even react; his fur must be super thick. Still, she waits until it hits a reasonable temperature before plugging the bath and filling the mega slurpee cup. “Stay still, okay?” Placing a hand on his furry brow to prevent the water from getting in his eyes, she pours it over his head… which makes hardly any difference to the mud stuck fast to his fur.

Gwen rocks back onto her heels, frowning. “Think we’re gonna need more than water,” she tells David, who woofs so very softly in reply that even in her sleep-muzzy state she can’t help smirking a little. “Is that a yes?” His tail starts to wag, disturbing the already-clouded water filling the tub. “Yeah? You want some soap or shampoo or some shit, David?”

To her amusement, his tail wags even harder — he’s always so delighted by her solutions, even when they’re obvious, but somehow the tail-wagging hits different than his normal bouncy enthuthiasm. She idly wonders how far she can take this as she stands to examine their toiletries.

There’s not much left in his shampoo bottle, so Gwen grabs her body wash as well — it’s cheap and she has tons of it, so it’ll have to do. She kneels back down and softens her voice a little more, like she’s talking to a toddler or something, as she squeezes some shampoo into her palm. “You wanna get clean, David? Huh? Get all this crap off of you?”

He gives her a happy whine that is so very David, despite the species, that she can’t help the giggle that escapes her. 

His tail stills for a moment and he stares at her, ears pricked high, the expression on his muzzle so close to human surprise that she starts to feel self conscious. Then he starts wagging his tail so furiously that Gwen has to quickly splat her shampooed hand on his head. “Shut up,” she tells him, and starts to rub it into a lather.

Gwen doesn’t really touch people. Growing up she’d been used to living in cramped spaces — Dad’s tour bus chief among them — which meant that being able to spread out was always such a luxury. She quit touring once she hit high school, but by that time the damage had already been done: after so many years of enforced closeness, Gwen never really figured out how to initiate physical contact when she wanted it, without a lack of room causing the press of bodies on all sides. 

So she’s not good at touching people. David, on the other hand, is bad at not touching people. When Gwen awkwardly offered her hand to him during their first meeting, David went right in for an extended hug. He hasn’t gotten much better since; it’s taken years for her to train him to let go of her, dammit, and she’s given up on ever getting through a day without his hands fluttering around her shoulders, arms, back, casually and constantly touching her.

And though Gwen pretends not to notice or care, on the relatively rare occasions that she initiates contact, David always, always relaxes into her touch. It makes her feel… well, stupid, yes, but also warm and — damn him — kind of fond. Right now, it’s somehow even easier to slip into that feeling: he leans obviously into her hands as she works the shampoo and then body wash through his thick fur, the mud coming away under her fingers and slowly revealing more and more red fur.

It should be stranger, not least because he’s currently in the form of a predator that has terrified man for years. But Gwen keeps at it, soaping and scrubbing and rinsing, til her friend stands there on four paws, clean as can be.

...and, once she takes a step back to get a good view of him, looking a bit like an enormous drowned rat.

“Holy shit, you’re so skinny,” Gwen exclaims, leaning against the sink. She crosses her arms as she gets a good look at the wolf doing his best to pout in their tub. “All that fur almost made you look intimidating, but you’re all elbows, huh?”

David’s furry brow creases. He seems to think hard for a moment; feeling generous, Gwen waits him out. Finally, he sticks the very tip of his tongue out in an impressively snooty blep.

She snorts, snagging some ratty old towels, and drops back into the voice she uses for dogs and babies. “Well, does David wanna get dry now? Huh? Does Davey wanna let Gwen towel him off so he can be a big, scary fluffball again?”

When she turns back, his muzzle has contorted into one of offended realization. She can hear his voice so clearly in his scandalized expression: Wait, have you been making fun of me? That, plus the fact that his tongue is still out in a petite blep, has her pressing the towels to her face to muffle a laugh.

“David,” she starts, once she feels capable of facing him without making a fool of herself -- and then she startles at the spray of cool water against her skin, soaking into her pajamas, and the pafwappafwappafwap sound of a dog shaking itself dry. “David!” she snaps, horrified, and backs away, but the bathroom door is closed — she’s stuck — she holds up the towels, as if that will protect her. She’s going to kill him.

He woofs, sounding terribly pleased with himself, and Gwen blindly chucks the towels at him. By her ear, they splat against the tub -- she wipes at the water in her eyes, cursing. “I’m going to kill you,” she announces to the bathroom, fuming, and feels the rasp of something warm and wet on her free hand. She jerks away, blinking rapidly to clear her vision.

David stands beside her, fluffy and damp and way too smug, his green eyes sparkling in amusement. He’s big enough that his head hits her waist; if he stood on his back feet, he’d be tall enough to crowd her in, look down on her. As it is, he looks up at her, a distinctly… David look of affection on his face.

Gwen’s stomach swoops, but just a little, and that’s kind of embarrassing so she glowers at him. “Dick,” she mutters, yanking open the bathroom door and storming half-heartedly to her “dresser” (a shitty filing cabinet, because Campbell’s too cheap for real furniture). She can hear the click of his nails on the hardwood as she pulls out a camp shirt and a relatively clean sports bra. Her pajama shirt is soaked thanks to David’s sense of humor so she tugs it off and flings it into her laundry basket. “Shouldn’t you have changed back by now anyway?” she asks him. “It’s way past sun-up.”

She just buys whatever fits from the sales rack, so her sports bras are always wacky colors; this one is fuschia with vivid teal piping. She yanks it on over her head and makes sure her tits are facing the right way before realizing that David has gone totally silent.

She glances over her shoulder to find him staring at her with wide eyes, his tail frozen straight out in shock. When they make eye contact, his ears flatten against his skull and he seems at such a panicky loss for what to do that he actually yelps, which startles them both so much that they spend another precious second staring at each other in mutual what-the-fuck-do-we-do-ness before Gwem gets her shit together and throws her camp shirt at his face.

“I —! You were a dog! I forgot!” she snaps, face burning. Stupid. “Stay there!” 

It takes Gwen seconds to get another shirt on, but her inner voice is shouting rapidly the whole time. He’s a wolf but he’s a werewolf so he’s a person so you can’t change in front of him dumbass! Unless you’re trying to get it on in which case why would you think unsexily shoving your boobs into a sports bra would be the way to do it?! Plus even if he is a werewolf he’s still David who isn’t supposed to be hot! ...But maybe he is now?? Even if that is the case you know you can’t handle a fling with a coworker so quit thinking about it, especially cuz right now he’s still in the form of a dog!!

In her mind, Gwen shouts inarticulately back at the voices and smashes their heads in with David’s guitar. In real life, she zips up her shorts and hesitantly lifts the spare shirt off David’s face. He keeps his eyes screwed shut, his ears back and head down, everything about his posture saying I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

Gwen huffs out a breath — he gets so apologetic for the stupidest shit — and taps his forehead to get his attention. “David, it’s fine, it was my fault anyway. You can open your eyes.” 

A fine tremble goes through him, but he peeks one eye open and, seeing that she’s telling the truth, opens both eyes to focus entirely on her. Gwen feels like squirming — even in this form, his focus makes her a little nervous. “Well?” she blurts out. “Why aren’t you human again?”

He flicks an ear in mild irritation (is he conscious of that, she wonders) and pads over to the cabin door, pointing his muzzle towards the outside. Gwen follows, looking out: the camp is muddy and full of puddles, rain drizzling down from pale grey clouds that take up the whole sky. Her stomach sinks.

“You need sunlight to change back?” she asks; he confirms with a prim little nod. Gwen tugs her phone over by its cord (it’ll probably break at some point, but what the fuck ever) and checks the weather app for the hourly forecast in Sleepy Peak. She can’t help hissing at what she sees.

“It’s supposed to be cloudy for the next twenty-four hours,” she says, feeling a little numb. David’s ears sink in clear dismay that matches her own. “What the fuck are we going to do?”

***

It turns out David doesn’t even need to speak for them to reach a decision.

He suggests (through a series of wolf-sounds and some poor pantomime) that he stay inside all day, but Gwen knows that he couldn’t even make it an hour being cooped up inside with no camp activities to run. So as long as he can avoid the mud, she’s sentencing him to spend the rest of the day outdoors on the off-chance that any sunlight makes it through the thick cloud cover. 

Which means that she’s basically going to be running the camp alone today. Great.

Gwen rolls up a pair of his shorts and pins them onto a long-sleeve camp shirt so at least he’ll have clothing if he happens to change back. Obedient, David sits very still as she ties the bundle around his neck like a bandana. He looks up at her attentively when she smooths down the tree insignia so it lays flat against his red fur.

Despite the fact that he’s an enormous wolf, and despite the fact that he’s David, her brain says dog! and she has to resist the urge to pat his head. He almost looks cute.

“Okay,” she says, shrugging on her raincoat and opening the front door. “Quartermaster needs to get into storage to get you a new bed anyway, so I’ll do blanket forts for a bit and see how it goes. You — don’t get seen, don’t get too muddy, and come back as soon as you’re human again. Got it?”

David’s eyes turn determined. He lifts a paw to his nose in what Gwen assumes is his best “campe diem!!” and this time she really can’t help it — before she can stop herself, she’s running a hand down his fluffy head and scratching behind his ears. David leans into it, tail wagging, and by the time Gwen realizes what she’s done he’s already hopped out the door and trotted off into the woods.

Gwen is too awkward, too nervous, too weird — even after years of patching him up, she hardly ever touches David on purpose, but… that had been easy. His fur had been warm, his green eyes bright.

She stands there for a minute, blinking at her own hand, imagining she can still feel fur, dense and fine against her fingers. Then she shakes her head and gets going.

#camp camp #campcamp #writing this in 2020 was a weird period for me... but also like. aren't they all #what can i say. in times of trouble what i want most is to write about my favorite characters dealing w werewolf shenanigans >:3 #saint writes #just checked and my unpublished hlvrai werewolf fic is almost exactly as long as these drafts :o that one's more than halfway done tho #so hopefully i'll get to finish it and actually post it eventually #werewolves #oh we didn't even actually GET to the bed-sharing bit in this yet did we. lmao #cc

[fire-for-you]

5 times gabby didn't realize kelly and matt were dating (and 1 time she did) - PART FIVE

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

rating - teen and up (unrequited love, implied sexual content, hurt/comfort, minor violence, kidnapping, happy ending)

word count - 1,299

summary - for part five: matt's moving in! will gabby finally realize their intimacy?

a/n - very domestic sevasey with a small crotis scene included! what a chapter!!

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5.

Matt peeked an eye open as he felt the bed lurch up. He laid there for a moment, blurrily watching Kelly waddle to the bathroom.

Forgetting about the man's injuries, he studies the muscles on his boyfriend's back until he swears, bumping into the doorframe.

"Fuck, fuck. Ow, damn." Kelly clutches his side, practically doubling over in pain.

The Captain sits up quickly, bounding off the bed and over to his partner. "Dammit, Kel." He put an arm around his shoulder, supporting Kelly on his way.

"God, sorry, babe. Next time I'll try not to be passed out on a collapsing warehouse floor." He hissed as they moved forward. "Looking for you." He added.

Matt recognized the sarcasm in his voice and fought the urge to whack him upside his head, not wanting to make the concussion worse.

Once they made it to the toilet, Kelly lowered himself slowly so as to not jostle his skull or bend his ankle.

The blonde left him there - confident he was okay - to get him a glass of water and check the time. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 3:37.

When Matt returned, Kelly looked all around like a lost and wounded puppy. He leaned against the wall, mouth slack and hand on his side. His eyebrows were scrunched together in pain.

"Alright, Kel, c'mon. Got you a couple ice packs and water." Matt crouched down to hoist his partner up off the seat.

Back on the bed, the Lieutenant angled his foot on a pillow, resting a cold pack across the ligament. He had one on his side, too; Matt was holding it there as he drifted back to sleep, cuddled up to Kelly.

-

Later in the morning, when Matt kissed his partner goodbye and made sure Stella was okay watching him, the blonde drove to his apartment to start packing.

Eventually, the others arrived, stuffing boxes in the back of Matt's truck as Matt talked to his landlord.

Kelly woke up to soft hands carding through his hair.

"Hey." The other spoke, sitting on the side of the bed.

The injured man shifted, raising himself on bent elbows. He groaned as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Looking around the room, he saw lots of boxes. "Guess it's gonna be a lot more crowded in here."

"Yeah, well, I would have sorted it back at my apartment, but I talked to Len, and it turned out he's wanted me gone for a while. Already had another renter set up and everything. I promise it's not as bad as you think."

Kelly smiled, taking Matt's hand in his own. "It's fine. Are you done already? Figured you'd have some help."

"Nah, the guys are just on a lunch break, my treat." The Captain grabbed Kelly's other hand, helping him off the bed.

"You got so much money now that you're not renting an unused apartment, huh?" The brunette limped with Matt to the kitchen, sitting on a stool gingerly.

Matt snorted as he grabbed leftover homemade mac-and-cheese from the fridge, reheating it in the microwave.

Kelly took a bite from the bowl as his boyfriend set it down.

"Yeah, I'm practically Jeff Bezos over here."

Swallowing made the Lieutenant's head throb worse, and he swayed in his seat.

Matt looked up and quickly made his way to the other side of the island. "Oh! Oh, alright, Kelly, let's get you on the couch." Maneuvering him, the man slid down onto the furniture. Then, he suddenly started wheezing and coughing harshly. "Kelly, Kelly, deep breaths, come on, with me, in," Matt breathed deeply in, and Kelly followed as best he could. "Out. Again."

A few minutes later, Kelly had calmed down, and his breathing was back to normal.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that. The doctor said coughs, but not that kind of coughs."

Voice straining, Kelly whispered, "My fucking side hurts so bad." A small wheeze. Matt moved to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. The brunette tucked himself into his boyfriend's side, his eyes slipping closed.

The loft door crashed open, Cruz, Otis, Stella, Dawson, Herrmann, and Mouch jaunting through the door. They were laughing loudly, carrying foam boxes surely filled with leftovers.

Kelly put his hands up to his ears, somewhat deflecting their noise. Matt lifted his head to glare at the rowdy bunch, and they all promptly shut up.

"S-Sorry, Captain, we figured he was still asleep." Mouch started.

Casey opened his mouth to address them, "A-"

"It's fine, just please talk quieter," Severide interjected.

The group visited with each other as Kelly finished his lunch and a few glasses of water with his pills.

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Otis had Cruz pushed up against the wall, a hand under his shirt, massaging his hip, as he berated the man's neck.

"Brian," he cried out quietly.

Severide cleared his throat, rubbing his lower back as a clear sign of discomfort.

"I- um. Just need-" He gestured to the bathroom door behind them. The pair moved to the side, Joe blushing profusely and Brian smirking slightly.

The tall brunette shuffled halfway into the room before he turned, wincing as his skin pulled on the bruising.

Cruz reached out two hands to steady him, asking, "Lieutenant, are you okay?"

"Peachy, how- uh, how long has this been goin' on?" Severide leaned against the doorway, wanting nothing more to sit down at that moment.

The couple glanced at each other, both telling their partner to speak first.

"Few days, I guess." Otis finally said. "After you got hurt, I just need to let Joe know how I felt in case something horrible happened."

"Congrats?" Severide squinted at them, his vision was swimming. "Can you get Matt, please? I can't see."

Cruz rushed off, a "right away" thrown over his shoulder.

-days later-

Matt poked Kelly in the hip, shocking him quickly back to the world of awake and alert. "Come on, babe. It's past your bedtime."

He groaned as he was helped off the couch, the TV before them shut off, the game presumably over.

"Did we win?" He asked.

"Yep, 3-2."

After Matt had managed to get Kelly in bed, he sat in the La-Z-Boy and read a book. A knock on the door made him look up from the novel and frown. He glanced at his watch before getting out of the chair.

"Gabby," he said after opening the door.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't want to come because it's so late, but-" She shifted the box in her hands, squeezing past Matt into the open room. "I had this stuff in my car that I forgot to bring, and I'm going out of town, so…"

"Right."

Dawson set the brown box down. Matt crossed his arms and leaned against the counter as she stood awkwardly.

"Severide asleep?"

"Yep."

Gabby stared at a hole in the floor for a few minutes before they heard footfalls coming from Kelly and Matt's room.

"Baby?" Severide called as he entered the living room. "There's no more water in… oh, hey, Dawson. What's up?"

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she halfheartedly pointed to the box on the couch. "I was bringing some stuff I left in my car after Matt's move. But, I know it's late, so I guess I should go."

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Gabby, I'll see you on Monday."

"Mmm-hmm." The door clicks behind her as she leaves.

"She seemed weird." Kelly said, adjusting his grip on the wall. Matt laughs, grabbing a couple of water bottles from the fridge and slinging an arm around his partner.

"Come on, grumpy, lets get you into bed."

Kelly tweaked his head and pouted. "I'm not grumpy."

"Sure, darling." Matt responded sarcastically.

They got into bed; Matt curled protectively around his partner.

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masterlist & other such things

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Chicago Fire masterlist

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#kelly severide #matt casey #kelly severide x matt casey #matt casey x kelly severide #sevasey #gabby dawson #chicago fire #part five #fire-for-you

[prettyboybyers]

Word count: 1,241

Summary: Mike gets Will a surprise for his Birthday.

March 22nd, 1994

Will woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He quickly turned off the alarm, he didn't want to wake Mike up. Will rolled over to face his husband. As you might know, gay marriage was illegal in 1994. They had a private "wedding" only 2 years ago. Friends and family came and Will's brother's friend, Argyle married them….it was hard to keep a straight face through that. Mike had changed his last name to Byers. Michael Byers. Will can't help but smile every time he hears it. Will kisses Mike's cheek softly and sneaks out of bed. He walks to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. 

After his shower, Will walked back into his room, expecting to see his husband sleeping peacefully, but he was gone. He got a chill up his spine 'he's probably downstairs, he's fine' he arrives in the living room. Nobody. He starts to pick at his nails as he speed walks towards the kitchen. "Mike!?" He stepped into the kitchen and saw his husband cooking breakfast. He lets out a sigh of relief. "Good Morning babe." Mike walked over and kissed him. "Are you cooking breakfast?" Mike smiled and looked back at him. "It is your birthday after all." Will smiled. "So what are you wanting to do for your birthday?" The taller man asked. "I wanna visit my mom and Jonathan...and spend time with you." Mike smiled. Will continued. "My mom, Jonathan, El, Hop and I were going to get lunch. Do you wanna come?"  "I'm getting you a surprise while you are gone so i can't." Will frowned. "Hey, it's okay. We'll have plenty of time tonight to spend time together." Mike winked and Will scrunched up his face. "Weirdo." Will laughed. Mike loaded 2 plates with pancakes. "Bone apple tea!" He said as he held one plate in each hand and set them on the table. Will giggles. "I think you mean Bon appetit?" "That's what I said!" "No it's not!" They just looked at each other for a second and then burst out into laughter. "Lets eat dumbass." Mike gasps and dramatically puts his hand over his heart and Will just giggles. They sit down and start eating. "This is really good, thank you Mike." Will smiles. "You are very welcome sir William!" They just smile at each other, then finish their breakfast while they have small talk.

Mike was in the car. Will had left for lunch about 15 minutes ago and Mike was in a rush to get the surprise before he came home. Mike pulled into his destination and hopped out of the car. As he walked in he looked around. There were little kids and their parents, adults and couples there. He smiled and walked up to the counter. "What can I do for you- Mike!" Mike's friend Leo from school worked there. "Hey, how are you doing?" Mike asked. "I'm doing good! What about you and Will?" "We're good, it's actually birthday and I'm here to get him his gift." Leo smiled and looked around. "Aww he's gonna love it. Maybe I should buy Daniel one. Surprisingly, he loves pets." They both laugh. "That is surprising." "So what are you looking for?" Leo asks. "I don't know…" Leo smiled. "Wanna go look at them? People say that you will know when you find the right one." Mike Nodded and Leo led him to a room full of puppies. Will loves puppies. He hasn't had a dog since Chester and he is always talking about how he misses having a puppy. So here Mike is, getting him one. 

Leo led him cage to cage so he could meet the puppies, one dog caught his eye. It was a briard mixed with a terrier. She was beautiful. She looked a lot like Chester. Though, the dog kept glaring at Mike and it was kind of scaring him but Leo assured that she was trained and a very good dog.  "Does she have a name?" Mike asks, looking at Leo. Leo shakes his head. "She's all yours to name." Mike smiles. He's gonna let Will name her. 

He bought the dog and headed to the store to buy supplies for the puppy. He had the puppy in one of those dog carrier bags because he felt bad leaving the puppy in the car. He got food, doggy bowls, a bed, toys and a box. The box is for Will to open. He's going to put all the dog stuff in the box and then let the dog out of her crate so Will can see her. After he paid, he drove home. 

Will wasn't home yet. 'Perfect'. He walked inside and  took out the box and started to put all the supplies in it. The puppy walked by him and just growled and walked away. "What the hell." He wrapped the box in wrapping paper and set it in the middle of the floor. He stood there admiring his work as heard a car pull into the driveway and he hurried to hide the dog.

Will had just got home and he was very excited to hang out with his husband. Him and his family had a lot of fun but now he's looking forward to having alone time with Mike. He walked through the front door and saw his husband standing in front of a box laying on the floor. "Welcome home babe." Will smiled. "Hi. What's in the box…?" Will asked, confused. "Why don't you come and see." Will crouched down in front of the box and Mike. At that moment the dog, who was hidden in her crate behind the counter growled. Will looked up at Mike. "Did you just...growl at me?" "I- uh i growled in anticipation! Grrr i can't wait for you to see your present! Now hurry and open it silly!" Will gave him a weird look then smiled. "Okayyy" he took off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Mike smirked as he saw the confused expression on Will's face. Will looked up to him. "We don't have a dog. Why did you get us dog stuff hun?" Mike smiled down at Will. "Stay here." Will looked confused as Mike walked to the kitchen. Mike unlocked the crate and the puppy booked it to the living room. "NO WAIT-" the puppy jumped on Will and started to lick his face. "Oh my god!" Will said while giggling. He was laying on his back. Mike just stood there staring at his husband. His laugh was music to his ears. Suddenly Will stood up and wrapped his arms around Mike's shoulders, burying his head in Mike's shoulder." I love you. Thank you." Mike smiled and hugged back tight. "I love you too." Will lifted his head from Mike's Shoulder and kissed him. They kissed till the puppy barked, startling both of them. Mike rolled his eyes. "Someones jealous." Will crouched down in front of the puppy. "What's her name?" Mike crouched next to him and the dog growled at him and got closer to Will. "She doesn't have a name. You get to name her." Mike smiled at him. Will looked at her for a while then smiled. "Lexi." "I like that name. It suits her." Will hugged Lexi. "I love her so much. Thank you Mike"  Mike smiled wider. "Anything for you, sir William."

@little-nobody

#byler #Married byler #will byers #mike wheeler #Mike wheeler is a good husband #Will byers is a good husband #Byler fanfics

[flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation]

Finally..... FINALLY! I'VE WRITTEN A COMPLETE FIC PT 1!

Here we go...

Beast, Part 1

Lloyd has nightmares.

It shouldn't be a surprise, with what he's been through. He should be used to it by now.

But he's not.

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"Please! Don't do this!"

"Make him watch."

Rough hands grab him, forcing him to look at the figures before him.

Five. Five figures.

The dark sword falls. He screams.

One. Earth.

The blade falls again.

Two. Ice.

He sobs, straining against the hands that hold him.

Again.

Three. Lightning.

His heart breaks.

The next figure tries to fight, but she can't move.

She looks him in the eye and smiles sadly as the sword slices toward her.

"No!"

Four. Water.

The last figure snarls, a burning spirit with rage in his eyes. He meets the figure's eyes, and the rage turns to sorrow and love.

"I guess this is it, Shortstack. Don't forget us."

The sword falls.

Five. Fire.

He crumples to the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from the five bodies.

"Look at me."

The voice is one he loves, one he hates.

He can't look. He already knows what he will see.

"Look at me, boy!"

He's hauled off the ground by the neck. Familiar red eyes meet his own, both beloved and despised by his heart. The words rip through him.

"I have no son."

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Jay wakes up to the sound of snarling.

It's not a sound he necessarily should wake up to, so he's quite a bit alarmed.

Actually, he's a lot alarmed.

Jay sits bolt upright in bed, glancing around the room wildly. His eyes fall on a strange shape huddled on the floor by Lloyd's bed.

"Lloyd?"

The shape disappears, seeming to melt into the shadows.

No big deal, just a creepy shadow. A shadow that makes noises. Yup.

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"Kai."

Jay's hissed whisper drags Kai awake. Kai frowns, keeping his eyes closed.

I need my beauty sleep.

"Kai."

He sighs in annoyance and sits up.

"Jay, if you're asking to race, I'm going to say no."

"Kai. Don't move."

Kai freezes, the fear in Jay's voice finally registering.

"What is it?" he hisses through his teeth.

"Don't freak out, but I think you're being stalked. Like, hunted stalked."

Way to go, Jay. Thanks for not freaking me out.

"Oh?" Kai's voice is barely controlled. "What's hunting me?"

Silence.

"Jay?"

"I'm gonna try making a break for the lightswitch," Jay whispers. "That might scare him."

Kai is considering the risk of moving to strangle Jay.

"Jay, who's hunting me?"

"It's probably better if I just show- Look out!"

Panicking, Kai instinctively ducks. He hears something whistle through the air where his head just was, followed by a blood-curdling snarl.

He rolls off the bed and whirls around, calling fire into his hands.

Nothing.

His fire's gone.

"Jay!" Kai screeches as he hears the snarl again, this time much closer.

"I know, I know!" Jay suddenly curses.

"Jay?"

"He blew the lights!"

"Who's he?" Kai shrieks.

"Behind you!"

Kai whips around. He's met with two eerie lights floating closer to him.

The lights hiss.

Not lights.

Eyes!

The eyes disappear, and something crashes into Kai's stomach, throwing him to the floor.

As he tussles, Kai can't help but feel something familiar about his attacker. Pushing the feeling down, he throws the snarling weight off. He hears a dull thud and a snap. The attacker screams, the glowing eyes dulling.

Getting to his feet, Kai makes a move toward the eyes.

"Kai, stop."

Cold metal hands grab Kai's arm, pulling him away. Kai looks up.

"Zane! Can you give me some... light..." Kai trails off when he sees Zane's expression. It looks strange on him; unnatural, even.

Kai can't really tell in the dim light, but Zane looks terrified.

"Zane?"

Suddenly, Cole appears with Jay.

"Come on, buddy, we need some light. He took out the lights, and our powers aren't working."

Zane looks like he's considering responding, but instead brightens his eyes. Light floods the room, and Kai gets his first good look at his attacker.

His brain instantly denies it. It just... isn't possible.

He would never attack me.

But there is no other person the attacker could be.

"Lloyd?"

The eyes are the only feature that Kai recognizes, but they are unmistakably Lloyd's, jade green and dull with pain.

The rest of him, though...

Two golden wings spread from a lean body. Gleaming ebony horns curve up from his forehead. His skin is mottled with black and gold scales, and when he snarls, Kai can see that his fangs have lengthened.

Dragon? Or Oni? A voice in Kai's mind ponders.

Ignoring it, Kai reaches towards his little brother.

"Lloyd, are you okay?"

Lloyd hisses and swipes at Kai's outstretched hand. Kai flinches back with a yelp as blood wells on the back of his wrist.

"Lloyd, it's me!" Kai begs. "It's me, Kai! Your brother?"

He stops as Lloyd's face spasms, fear gripping his heart. Lloyd collapses, gasping, and Kai darts forward to catch him.

"Lloyd? Lloyd, talk to me!"

"He's hurt," Zane murmurs. "I will go get Nya."

Kai nods, keeping his eyes on Lloyd, who's shivering in Kai's arms.

"Cole, get some blankets. We need to keep him warm."

Jay, who's been staring bug-eyed at Lloyd for the past few minutes, finally pipes up.

"What should I do?"

Kai glances at him.

"See what you can do about the lights."

Lloyd shifts in Kai's arms.

"Kai?"

Kai looks down at him. Lloyd's eyes are unfocused, but he looks more confused than hostile. Kai takes it as a good sign.

"Lloyd?"

"Kai."

Eyes going wide, Kai can only watch as Lloyd shudders and begins to change.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

"Lloyd?"

A familiar voice filters through the dark.

"Lloyd, are you okay?"

Fear wells up in his heart. He tries to respond, tries to warn them to stay away-

"Lloyd, it's me! It's me, Kai! Your brother?"

He stills.

Kai?

"Lloyd? Lloyd, talk to me!"

Brother?

"Kai?"

"Lloyd?"

"Kai."

An awful, fiery sensation...

▪︎<◇>▪︎

Kai yelps as Lloyd goes limp. The sudden dead weight nearly knocks the brothers over, but strong arms catch them before they hit the ground.

"Kai!" Cole sets him back on his feet. "What's wrong?"

"We need to get him to the medbay," Kai says, already gathering Lloyd into his arms. He dully notices that Lloyd is human again. He's white as a sheet, and his eyes are closed.

Hang on, Shortstack. Everything is gonna be fine.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

"It seems to show us our greatest fears."

"How do you know?"

"Because when I look at it..."

Familiar red eyes, both beloved and despised.

"I see myself becoming my father."

▪︎<◇>▪︎

Lloyd squints against the morning sun pouring through the window. It takes him a moment to recognize the view; his brain is unusually sluggish today.

He frowns.

Why am I in the medbay?

He tries to sit up -- and fails spectacularly as he nearly passes out. Pain lances through his side.

"Careful, young one."

Warm hands gently prop Lloyd up with a pillow and hand him a cup of tea. Lloyd hesitantly takes a sip, relaxing as he recognizes his favorite peppermint tea.

"Thanks, Uncle Wu."

Wu smiles, but he seems distant, the smile not reaching his eyes.

"You gave us quite a scare last night," his uncle murmurs. "Your brothers especially."

Scare? Last night?

"What are you talking about?"

Something in Wu's expression shifts. An uneasy feeling rises, putting Lloyd on guard.

"Uncle Wu?"

"You don't remember?"

Lloyd opens his mouth to respond, but no words come. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember anything from last night.

Wu sighs.

"You had a nightmare, as far as we can tell," he says. "Sometime during the dream, you broke a rib. I'm not entirely sure how."

A strange emotion flashes in Wu's eyes. Guilt, perhaps? It's gone before Lloyd can identify it, replaced with a smile that is obviously fake.

"Don't worry about it. You should heal in a couple of days, if you rest." Wu fixes Lloyd with a stern look before turning to leave.

It isn't until after Wu has left that Lloyd realizes that his uncle was lying.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

Wu closes the door to the medbay with a sigh.

I hate lying to him.

Taking a moment to compose himself, he turns to his students. They sit in a cluster at the end of the hallway, dozing lightly.

One is missing, he realizes with a frown.

Where is Kai?

▪︎<◇>▪︎

Sensei finds him in the monastery courtyard, trying to lose himself in training.

"Kai."

Kai barely glances at him before turning his attention back to the flames in his hands. There had been relief when his fire came back. It was quickly followed by horror at the thought of what could have been.

"Kai, he will be alright."

But he might not have been alright.

If I had done it before I realized...

If I had used my fire...

Lloyd might have suffered more than a broken rib.

Guilt rears its ugly head. What will Lloyd think of Kai, the brother who hurt him?

The fire in Kai's hands turns white-hot. Kai curls them into fists, extinguishing the fire before it gets out of control.

"Sensei... I..." He sighs. Wu grips his shoulder, brows furrowed.

"He doesn't remember."

Kai blinks, confused.

"I... what?"

"He doesn't remember the events of last night. I told him that he broke his rib having a nightmare."

Kai worries at his bottom lip, hesitant to ask for elaboration.

"Should we tell him?"

Wu shakes his head.

"No. No, it is better if he doesn't know."

"And if he finds out?"

The instant the words leave his lips, Kai is pinned by a fierce glare.

"Kai Vincent Jiang-Smith, he better not find out, for your sake."

The look Wu is giving him is so similar to the one Lloyd had when he snarled earlier, Kai has to physically stop himself from flinching away from Wu. The slitted eyes, the bared fangs... it's just too close.

The reminder that Lloyd isn't completely human was enough. He doesn't need to be reminded that Wu isn't human either.

Some fear must show on his face, because Wu's rage quickly fades to horror.

"Oh, Kai. I am so sorry."

"It's fine." Kai tries to reassure his sensei, but Wu backs away and retreats into the monastery.

Kai curses himself. Wu's probably not going to be seen until after dinner, meditating in his room for hours.

Of course I had to mess that up. Why wouldn't I?

▪︎<◇>▪︎

"Where's Kai?"

Nya sighs.

"Lloyd, I haven't gained awareness of his location since the last time you asked two minutes ago. Chill."

Lloyd grumbles, flopping back against the pillow. He winces, surprised by the pain the motion caused. He's feeling better than he did when he woke up -- good enough to sit up on his own -- but he probably shouldn't be flopping around. As Nya has been quick to remind him.

"Lloyd, you really shouldn't be flopping like that."

There she goes again.

"Fine." Lloyd goes absolutely still, even holding his breath.

"Better?" He wheezes. He's rewarded with an eye-roll from Nya, a small laugh from Jay, a half-annoyed half-amused groan from Cole, and a faint smile from Zane. Better than the previous reactions.

Lloyd looks over to see Kai's reaction, frowning when he can't find him.

Oh yeah.

"Where is Kai?"

"Oh my gosh, Lloyd. You can't just keep asking."

He sighs, giving up for the moment.

The team doesn't feel complete without Kai.

A knock on the door makes him jump. Nya laughs and goes to open it. Her smile quickly fades.

"Kai? Is everything okay?"

Kai storms into the room, practically tearing his hair out.

"-and Wu wants us to say nothing and if Lloyd finds out about last night, Wu's gonna kill me, and then I messed up, like I always do, and now Wu is gonna blame himself and-"

Kai's mouth slams shut the moment he sees Lloyd. He goes stark white.

Then Lloyd sees the bandage on Kai's hand.

He gets the feeling that he's done something so. Horribly. Wrong.

The world seems to tilt-

"-oyd! Lloyd, stay with us!"

"Fight it, Lloyd!"

"Give him some space!"

That last voice... why is it familiar?

He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a snarl.

What's going on?

"Lloyd. Look at me."

The familiar voice is talking to him. He looks up into golden eyes.

"Lloyd, it's alright. Just listen to my voice."

The voice is soothing, but he can't understand the words. Why can't he understand?

The voice shifts, changing with the body of the one speaking. He can-

"Lloyd."

He sobs. He can understand!

"Lloyd, can you change back?"

"I... I don't know."

The body may have changed, but the eyes are the same, golden and warm.

"Lloyd, what do you need?"

He considers this question.

"My family... where are they?"

The golden eyes soften.

"They're right here. They're with you."

He looks around, but only sees figures.

Five. Five figures.

His heart splinters. They seem familiar... but he doesn't recognize them.

"Cole, can you come here?"

A large figure steps forward, sturdy as rock.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Hold your hand out."

"Lloyd, this is Cole."

He looks at the outstretched hand, then back at the voice. The voice nods, golden eyes sparkling. He hesitantly reaches out, and-

Oh.

One. Earth.

"Zane?"

Next is a tall figure, pale as snow.

"This is Zane."

He takes the figure's hand.

Two. Ice.

"Jay."

Then a small one, jumpy as sparks.

"This is Jay."

Three. Lightning.

He begins to understand.

"Nya."

The next figure is graceful, but strong as the ocean current. He recognizes her.

"This is Nya, your sister."

Four. Water.

"Kai?"

The last figure approaches slowly, fear blazing in his eyes like a flame.

Five. Fire.

"Kai."

The figure starts.

His brother.

"Kai."

"Yes, Lloyd. This is Kai." The voice speaks gently, its body back to normal.

"Uncle Wu."

Wu smiles.

Kai suddenly sweeps Lloyd into his arms with a sob. Lloyd buries his face in Kai's shirt, comforted by the smell of smoke.

He falls asleep like that, held by his brother.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

Kai feels like a furnace.

Probably because of the combined body heat of a master of fire and a feverish master of energy occupying basically the same space.

Kai contemplates dumping Lloyd off the couch, then immediately feels bad for it. His little brother needs his sleep after the events of the past twelve hours.

Still. He's getting way too warm.

Gently moving Lloyd to one side of the couch, Kai gets to his feet, stretches, and makes a beeline for the kitchen.

He's about three sips into a cup of coffee when he hears quiet footsteps coming toward him.

"Kai?"

"Hey, Shortstack."

Lloyd flops into the nearest chair with a sleepy yawn. He brightens as he catches sight of Kai's mug, though.

"If that coffee?"

"No, it's poison." Kai emphasizes this point by draining the rest of the coffee.

"Besides, Sensei Wu would kill me of I let you have this after the day you just had."

Kai realizes his mistake too late as Lloyd pales.

"...oh."

The room quickly descends into an awkward silence. Lloyd worries at his lip before grabbing Kai's bandaged hand.

"Lloyd!"

Lloyd fixes him with a glare as he unwraps the bandages. The wrappings fall away, and the brothers go utterly still.

Kai is the first to move, giving a nervous laugh.

"Oh, that? That's nothing. A... cat. Scratched me on patrol! 'S no big deal."

He tries to pull his hand away, but Lloyd's grip is iron, and his eyes are dark.

Slowly, deliberately, Lloyd brings his own hand up to the claw marks. They fit perfectly.

Lloyd gets up from the table. Raking his fingers through his hair, his shoulders stiff, he turns and stalks out of the room.

Kai, stunned, takes a moment to process what just happened. He scrambles after Lloyd, tripping in his haste.

He catches up to him about halfway down the steps of the monastery.

"Lloyd, wait-"

"How stupid do you think I am?" Lloyd spits, not slowing in his march. "I'm not an idiot."

"No one said you are," Kai says soothingly. Lloyd whirls on him.

"Well, you sure are acting like it!"

Kai isn't sure how to respond to that, so he just says nothing. Lloyd presses on.

"I know it wasn't just a nightmare, I know I did something wrong, I know I hurt you! What happened? Tell me!"

Lloyd's eyes change, blazing red replacing green, and he becomes the spitting image of his father. Kai flinches.

Lloyd must have seen Kai's reaction, because he quickly backs away, nearly falling down the stairs.

"I... damn."

Then he turns and runs.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

"Dammit, Lloyd," Kai growls as he runs into yet another bramble patch.

He's been searching for hours. All night. In the woods.

In his pajamas. Barefoot.

I should have grabbed shoes, Kai laments for his poor feet.

Leaning against a tree for a breather, he sighs.

Where are you?

"Lloyd!"

"Go away."

Kai jumps about a foot in the air. He whips around.

Nothing.

"Lloyd?"

"Leave me alone."

Following Lloyd's voice, Kai finds him crouched at the edge of a creek he hadn't noticed before. It's hard to see him in the dim light of the moon, but Kai can tell.

He's changed forms again.

The sweeping wings, the horns -- Kai can't see, but he knows that dappled scales are dotting Lloyd's cheekbones.

Lloyd shivers, and Kai bites back a curse. He kneels next to Lloyd in the dirt.

"Are you cold?"

"No," Lloyd hisses, teeth chattering.

"I could give you my jacket... if I had one."

Lloyd scoffs.

"It probably wouldn't fit over these things," he grumbles, gesturing to his golden wings. Kai hums, remembering faintly that one spot between the wings where Flame used to love getting scratched.

Something about the memory makes him reach out and trail his fingers across a wing. Lloyd jerks away violently, letting out a broken sound.

"Lloyd, I-"

"I said Go away," Lloyd hisses, turning on Kai with fury in his glowing eyes. The fury quickly fades into something sadder, more subtle. Lloyd squeezes his eyes shut and looks away.

"Go away... before I hurt you more than I already have."

Kai gapes at him.

"Lloyd-"

"I'm a monster. A beast."

"Lloyd, you-"

"Just go back to the monastery and leave me here to die."

Oh, for the love of-

"Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon! I am not going anywhere until we figure this out!"

Lloyd blinks, his self-pity momentarily gone in his surprise.

"Besides..." Kai adds quietly. "You're not the only one who hurt a brother last night."

His brother's eyes go wide. Kai looks away so he won't see the hurt blooming in them.

"Tell me."

Kai whips his head around so fast he hears a crack.

"What?"

"Tell me what happened last night," Lloyd begs.

"You... you want to know?"

"Please."

Kai sighs. He gestures towards Lloyd's wing.

"Can I?"

Lloyd nods with just a moment of hesitation. He stretches his wing out, letting Kai see the full extent of it.

Kai traces one of the thin wing bones before beginning.

"You... had a nightmare, I think. We don't really know. Jay woke me up, told me that something was hunting me. You had blown out the lights, so we couldn't see very well."

"Couldn't you have used your fire to light the room?" Lloyd asks. Kai shakes his head.

"They weren't working. Something... I think you were blocking them." He shrugs. "It doesn't matter. It would have just made things worse. You attacked me. I guess I threw you into a bedframe and... and broke your rib."

"We found out that it was you, but... you were... changed. You looked like you do now, but it was like you weren't fully there."

"How did you change me back?"

"I guess I just talked to you a bit. You said my name, then collapsed."

Lloyd contemplates this, clearly having more questions.

"In the medbay... You said something about Uncle Wu not wanting me to find out." He looks up with a pained expression. "I can't remember what happened next."

Kai flinches. Watching Lloyd transform in the medbay had been... difficult at best. He had looked so scared, so confused. So lost. Kai had been trying to avoid the memory, but now Lloyd is looking at him with pleading eyes.

"It's... hard to talk about."

Lloyd sets his jaw.

"I changed, didn't I?"

"...yes. You changed again. Wu burst into the room and tried to talk to you, but I don't think you understood him. So Wu transformed."

Lloyd gasps.

"Yeah, he did. He made some weird growling noise, and you calmed down a bit. Then he called us over and you changed back."

"Then what?"

Kai snorts.

"You passed out. Went right to sleep with not a care in the world. Did you know that you purr in your sleep?"

Kai laughs as his little brother turns scarlet.

"Do not."

"Do too. It sounds like you swallowed a tiny motorbike," Kai teases.

Kai's laugh dies a quick death as Lloyd sighs and turns away, drawing his wings in.

"Lloyd? Are you okay?"

"The sun will be up soon," Lloyd replies casually. "The others will wonder where you are."

"...and?"

"You gotta go home, Kai."

Without me, his unspoken words echo in Kai's mind. He shakes his head.

"Not without you."

"Kai, you don't understand-"

"No!" Kai snaps, grabbing Lloyd by the shoulders. "You don't understand! You have a family who loves you, no matter what you look like or where you come from. It hurts us when you're not here. It hurts us, not because you're the Green Ninja, or our leader, but because you're Lloyd."

"We didn't want an all-powerful demigod Dragon Oni Elemental Master of Green. We wanted an emotional rollercoaster of a touch-starved shrimp who steals our candy and pulls pranks on a daily basis."

"We wanted a little brother who wouldn't listen to orders. We wanted a kid going through his awkward voice crack stage even as he shouted orders."

"We wanted you, Lloyd." Kai gently shakes Lloyd's shoulders. "We still do. Even with your horribly heartfelt speeches, and your squeaky voice, and- oof!"

Lloyd cannons into Kai's chest, squeezing the breath out of him.

"Still need air, broski," Kai wheezes. His little brother sniffles, and Kai's heart falls.

"Aw, no. Please don't be crying. If you cry, I cry."

"I'll cry if I want to, and you can't stop me," Lloyd says into Kai's shirt. But he pulls back with a smile and shining eyes.

"Come on. Let's go home."

#FINALLY #deranged cackling #i told you fuckers id have a fic written soon #hopefully i can finish part 2 soon #ninjago #flockofcrows #jay #kai #lloyd #zane #nya #cole #g&gficverse #please send thoughts comments concerns #i need the feedback

[whydoeslifesuck24-7]

I've been working on a story on wattpad called his Prayer. It is a Taiju Shiba x reader fan fiction. Since I couldn't get many views on wattpad, I decided I'd post the first chapter here! If people like it, I'll post more.

Enjoy!

All I could hear was the insitent beep of an alarm. It blared through the house and into my room.

"Luna!" I yelled and almost groaned. "It's time for school, just turn the dang alarm off, please!"

I covered my head with the pillow and let out an agitated sob.

The beeping finally stopped, and I sighed, opening my eyes only to see little Mana sleeping next to me.

Another nightmare, I assume.

Getting up, I threw on my uniform, I could care less for the wrinkles and for the disheveled look of it.

I ran into the bathroom and pulled up my hair. There was no way I was going with my hair looking like a rats nest.

"Y/n!" I heard my brother Takashi yell from the other room.

"What!" I yelled back.

No answer.

Classic mom move, Takashi.

I run out of the bathroom and see him and his friend, Hakkai, standing in the living room.

"We gotta go, We are gonna be late."

He simply stated. I looked at him before the two girls popped out from behind him.

"Sounds great. I assume I'm riding with Hakkai again?"

Mitsuya nodded, and they left the house. Hakkai didn't say a word to me and only blushed.

(No, it's not a ship. We just know how he is with women, lmao)

I hopped on his motorcycle behind him and held onto his shoulders.

Today was just going to be a long day.

Sitting in Algebra had to be one of the worst 50 minutes of my life.

Why couldn't math just figure out its own X? Beats me.

"Ms. Mitsuya?" My teacher called out to me.

I jumped in my seat and looked up.

"Yes, Sensei?" I inquired and looked at her a little scared.

"Care to tell the class what 2(5+6) +3(9-2)=X is?"

I gulped and went up to the board, working out the equation.

I've never been the best at math, I only knew how to get myself by.

Exhaling I finished the problem and looked at my teacher.

"X would be equal to 33, sensei."

She gave a nod of approval. Just then, the bell rang for us to be out of school for the day.

I went to the front doors. Takashi had told me that both him and Hakkai had gang business, so I would have to manage picking up Luna and Mana.

I began my trek towards Luna and Mana's school.

I stood at the front entry way of the school, and when Luna and Mana came running out in hugged me, I couldn't help but smile.

Luna and Mana were always there. They always held me when I'm sad and I reciprocated the gesture.

"Y/n! We missed you!" Luna said, jumping up and hugging my torso.

Mana nodded. She was still only in a daycare/preschool place. She wasn't amazingly talkative, but she was one smart cookie.

I picked Mana up and put her on my back. I used my other hand to hold Luna's.

As we began the journey home. It was a long walk, about a mile or so. We ended up stopping for ice cream, then continuing.

After finishing her ice cream, Mana fell asleep on my back. I sighed and felt a little sleepy myself.

As we walked up to the house, mom's car was still gone.

She's probably still at work.

I walked in and laid Mana down it was late after all.

Luna also said she was going to bed, but I had other plans.

Homework.

I couldn't skip out on it, or Mitsuya would kick my butt, and mom would have some words for me.

It was getting late, probably about 10 pm, and Takashi still wasn't home.

I wanted to wait for him and tell him goodnight, but it looks like that may not be on the agenda.

I heated him up some ramen and ended up crashing on the couch after putting my homework away.

It must have been hours later that I felt someone pick me up and carry me into my room. Opening my eyes, I noticed it was Takashi.

He had a small bruise on the side of his face, and his knuckles seemed bloody.

"Takashi?" I asked gently.

"Go back to sleep Y/n, it's late, and you seemed uncomfortable."

He said and set me down, but before he could go, I grabbed his wrist.

"Sit down idiot. How many times do I tell you I won't be mad as long as you let me help fix you up."

I basically forced him to sit as I got the first aid kit and walked into back over to him.

Turning on my lamp, I was fully able to assess the damage. Signing, I looked at him.

"Please don't be so reckless, Taka-chan. You always get hurt like this."

I began to dab at the wounds with alcohol pads. Takashi didn't wince or even flinch. He was used to it.

Bandaging up his beaten and bruised hands I looked at his face.

"Who was it?" I asked sternly but gently poked at it.

He hissed this time and grabbed my hand.

"Don't worry about it, and could you not, I love you y/n but it hurts like a bitch." He responded.

I only nodded and let him leave my room.

Curling up into a ball on my mattress was an amazing idea, and so I did.

I let out an exhausted sigh and closed my eyes.

I couldn't believe that all of this was now currently my responsibility.

#fanfic #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers taiju #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfiction

[purposefully-lost]

There was a blare of a car horn. And the rushing of a highway, and the way it somehow seemed louder when it was muffled from the inside of a car. Alex blearily opened his eyes to the sight of trees and traffic blurring by. He was in Andy's car, he realized, just before the voice of the man himself seemed to cut through to him.

"-ex! Alex, buddy, stay awake."

It was too much of an effort to lift his head, so instead it just sort of lolled to the side as he tried to turn to look at him. Andy's focus was zeroed in on the road, though he reached out with a hand and seemed to search blindly for a moment before it landed on Alex's arm. He cast a quick glance to the side, a panicky look in his eyes, before he turned back to the road ahead. Alex was alarmed to realize there was blood staining his hands, and some on his shirt. It'd gotten smeared onto the steering wheel. He was almost speaking too quickly to be understood. "Stay awake, honey. Eyes open. It's just a few more miles."

"What?" He tried to ask, but what really came out was little more than a slurry mumble. Andy's hand squeezed down on his arm before it let go.

"Just stay with me," he was saying. "We're so close. Shit.." His voice trailed off into quiet swears that Alex assumed weren't meant for him. He watched his friend, struggling to stay awake as he'd been asked to, and tried to scrape together the pieces of how they'd gotten here. The blood-- someone was hurt. And Andy looked like he was about to piss himself, he was so scared. Maybe they'd been drinking, he decided, even though this didn't feel exactly like being drunk. He was just--

The car bumped hard as they ran over something. Andy swore loudly at the same time that a pained, gasping moan came from Alex. Something like a fire had shot up through his leg, sending sharp pins and needles spreading across his skin and a white hot pain settling somewhere under his knee. He glanced down and panic sparked in his chest at the bloody mess below him. It started to come back then, the bear trap. He tried to speak and ended up only whining in pain as the car jostled again.

"Sorry! Sorry, shit, shit, Alex.." Andy was glancing over at him again, clearly torn between keeping his eyes on the road while he was flooring it and keeping his eyes on Alex. He reached out again to grab his shoulder and squeeze it. "Stay here. Look at me.."

It hurt. It hurt so bad. Alex tried to catch his gaze the next time he looked over, but the world in front of him was starting to blur. He pressed back against the seat and bit down on his cheek so hard that he could taste blood. "A- Andy.." His voice came out raspy. He had to force it to make it work. The car shook again and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my god, I- I'm gonna fucking kill you for this."

Andy laughed wetly. "You can! Just- hey- hey! Eyes open!"

He could say it all he wanted, but now that they'd fallen closed, he couldn't force them back. He gave him a small shake of his head and heard the panic bleed openly into his voice. "Alex! Open your eyes, man. Alex- Alex!"

Alex groaned in response, but it was soft and barely there enough to be heard over the highway. His head felt heavy and the pain was so bright- he'd rather sleep through it. Andy tried to shake him and all it did was make his head loll back towards the side.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Andy jerked his eyes back towards the road. His hand pounded once, hard against the steering wheel, and then he was gripping it again like a lifeline. He was gonna have to make it through this. He just had to.

#strike out // andy #alex prescott #drabble #thinking about andy having to carry alex back from that bear trap 😔💔