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angry-geese · 3 years

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Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

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in-the-name-of-styles · 3 years

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Need You.

Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.

It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos.

So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!

Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !

It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.

Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.

A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.

FLASHBACK

Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.

“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.

“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.

He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. “Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.

“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.

“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.

“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.

Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.

END OF FLASHBACK

Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.

He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”

The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”

“I-I don’t understand? What happened?” he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.

“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”

Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.

The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.

“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.

“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.

“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.

“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.

The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the doctor raised his voice.

Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.

He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…

Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.

Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.

“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.

“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.

“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.

“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.

His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.

Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.

“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”

“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.

“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.

Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.

48 Hours Later

It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.

“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.

“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.

As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.

You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.

“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.

“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.

“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.

Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.

“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.

“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.

He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.

“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.

“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.

You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.

Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.

“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.

You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”

Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.

“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.

“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.

“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.

“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”

“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.

“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.

“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.

Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.

“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.

Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.

You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.

“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.

“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.

You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”

“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.

“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.

He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.

“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.

“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.

You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”

“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.

“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.

“oh we will, missus.”

The End.

Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P

Love you guys!

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whatgaviiformes · 3 years

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Fic: Fixated

A/N: I can’t explain how I am feeling, so I am going to let fic do it instead. This is entirely written without edits, without a read through. Overworked!Scott

Edit: Okay I did a read through. Remaining mistakes are mine

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Virgil is the first to notice. Maybe because he’s Virgil, and possibly because he’s the only one who can call Scott his immediate older brother, so there’s something in their closeness in age, having navigated childhood together almost as equals, that sets his Scott-sense apart from that of his younger siblings.

When Scott was thirteen and Virgil was eleven, Scott was in the eighth grade and had to write a research report on the Wright Brothers, the pioneers of modern aviation. And that was all well and good, because Scott was going to start training for his pilot’s license right when he turned sixteen. The report became not just a chronicle of the historical figures’ lives, but also of flight, of the first airplane itself and the prototypes before it, of physics, and aerodynamics. He researched in a way he never had before because it was a subject he was passionate about.

He obsessed.

Like John but different.

John absorbed the search for knowledge into the fiber of his being, his fingertips always itching to take a deeper dive through archives when he heard a word he didn’t know or a concept he couldn’t explain fully. Research was as much a part of John as music was for Virgil, or swimming was for Gordon. It was a companion he could always revisit later, and so like all of them with hobbies that mattered, John knew how to catalog and save for a better time, and turn the itch aside when he needed to. He knew when to stop.

Scott didn’t. Scott defined the turn of phrase “down the rabbit hole.” Alice caught and enraptured by the not yet known or understood.

When he cared, he obsessed.

That project got finished with an A+, but resulted in anxious shaking that didn’t alleviate until a few days after the grades came back. Scott had lost weight, skipped his extra curriculars, and Virgil hadn’t seen him for two whole weeks while he worked. The younger ones likely didn’t remember.

But Virgil did. And he knew the signs. Forgetting to eat, falling asleep at his computer or on his books, waking up earlier than normal to get a head start to whatever imaginary goals he created for himself that day.

So, the day Virgil notices, it’s because Scott missed lunch. Grandma had made hot wings, which was one of his favorites, so the smell of char in the air would’ve been enough to set his stomach rumbling. With Scott absent when he definitely shouldn’t be, Virgil decides to make him a plate, six hot wings with ranch on the side, and some celery.

He finds Scott at their father’s his work desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard, intently scanning the files behind the screen.

“Hey, I brought you lunch.”

No answer.

Virgil steps closer to the desk, sure that once Scott catches him in his periphery, he’d acknowledge his presence. But Scott doesn’t appear to have a periphery when he’s focused like that.

“Scott?” There’s a little room on the desk, so he nudges a few papers to the side and slides the plate down. “Scooter?” He looks tense. He can see knots forming, so he drops a hand on Scott’s shoulder, and –

“FU—”

Scott nearly jumps out of his skin, his hands fly up, catching the side of the plate which clatters, sending ranch and hot sauce all over the floor. Even MAX scurries away with a low beep at the sudden sound, and Virgil flinched in a sudden panic when the dish slipped through his fingers.

“Sorry, sorry! I just meant to help.” Virgil is already kneeling on the floor, trying to pick up what he can with his hands, knowing he needs a wet rag. Maybe a mop.

The little cup that held the ranch slid a ways. Gross.

“Ah. Thanks, Virg,” Scott says. And he means it, Virgil knows that. But he can also see the gears in Scott’s head still working, still thinking about whatever he had been focused on, not quite fully present. “Umm. Do you have this? I’m under a deadline.” He looks at his watch. “Ugh. A rough one. I’d help if I could.”

“No, I got this! Sorry, Scott.” He picks up the dirty hot wings, placing them on a plate for their compost pile. “Is there anything else I can get you instead? These were the last of them.”

But Scott doesn’t answer. He’s already back to his computer.

~*~

Gordon is next.

He may not have the same Scott-sense as Virgil, may not have picked up on it as quickly, but he and Scott both share early morning routines, meeting in the kitchen at 5:00, Scott dressed in a tank and his running shorts, Gordon in his swimsuit, a towel around his shoulders. Coffee is too heavy to start the day, but Scott usually would begin the brew for when they returned (and in case Virgil woke up) while Gordon filled their respective water bottles. Whoever finished first chose the energy boost of choice – sometimes just a snack bar, sometimes a shake. On weekends, it might be oatmeal or toast.

Out by the pool by 5:15. Stretching was important.

Scott began his run. Gordon began his laps. They went about their day. Rinse, repeat.

Occasionally a rescue might come in and affect their sleep cycle just a bit, but Scott and Gordon were both military. If they weren’t rising before the sun, it was too late and they lost half their day already.

So Gordon is next, because Scott doesn’t meet him in the kitchen. He’s not sure he knows how to make smoothies for one – hasn’t in a long time – so he proportions his ingredients for two, fills a second cup for Scott when he wakes, and sticks it in the refrigerator so it will stay cold.

He pushes himself during his exercise. He was long past chasing times, but he still raced himself. Seconds could save a life, and so he exercised for speed, for longevity sometimes. For survival.

It’s a longevity day, so he’s abandons speed for energy conservation, which makes it a long morning.

His muscles are tired and sore when he returns to the kitchen and opens the fridge for a drink to boost his electrolytes. He is not in the mood for coffee today, but sees the pot is half full, so someone is up. But it’s not Scott.

Because the smoothie is still in the fridge, untouched.

He tells himself he needs to check in on Scott once he finishes his research down at the dock today. He’s been tracking a pod of dolphins near Mateo and has been needing to collect the latest data captured by his little research vessel.

He’ll catch him later. Figure out what’s going on.

~*~

Then it’s Alan.

Alan admires Scott, has been practically raised by him since Dad disappeared. Scott is everything Alan wants to be… just the John version of him. Take Scott’s courage and bravery, John’s love of space, you get Alan. Eyes on the horizon, but looking beyond it into stratosphere, exosphere, the space between stars itself.

He’s a hell of a pilot. He knows that. He wouldn’t be the pilot of Thunderbird Three otherwise. But a part of him will always seek the approval of his older siblings. He wants to make Scott proud.

Scott hasn’t had the time for him lately. He’s been working on… oh he doesn’t know. They don’t tell him. Something for Tracy Industries.

His final quarter grades have come out, and he aced all his classes. It had been a hard semester and juggling his courses between rescues had been tough. He’d needed to call on his brothers’ expertise a few times.

He knows Scott has his file somewhere in his email, but he likely hasn’t gotten to it yet because he hasn’t said anything to him. It’s been a few days. So Alan pulls up his grades on his datapad and strolls past the center of the lounge over to Scott.

The first time he says Scott’s name, he doesn’t answer.

Nor the second.

The thirdfourthfifth time, because that’s how he called for him, the name running together like that, Scott irritably gives him a low grumble of “What do you want, Alan?” He doesn’t glance up, and the smile falters from Alan’s face.

“Oh, I, uh—” This was silly. It’s not important, really. Scott will get to it eventually. “My grades came through. When you get a chance.”

He grumbles in response. “I’ll look later,” he says. “I need to…”

But he trails off, back to his computer, and Alan still doesn’t know what project stole his brother away.

~*~

John’s the last.

He’s called to check in. He’s definitely connected, but....

Scott is slumped at his desk, and John’s calls are not working.

“Scott!”

No answer. The figure at the desk doesn’t budge. So John opens a channel to the rest of his brothers, his feet already sending him toward the space elevator as he calls out. “I can’t wake Scott!”

#overworked!Scott #Gavii Scribit #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #John Tracy #Tracy Family #thunderangst mabe #sorry if this is crap

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loverdrew · 3 years

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Just A Little Longer | s.r

(not my gif)

Synopsis: A day out on the field doesn’t go as planned, and Y/N is thrown into am ambulance to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital before anyone can help.

A Grey’s Anatomy x Criminal Minds crossover.

Warnings: none (?)

There was a ringing in the air louder than the one you hear everyday. I felt my breathing hinder. My eyes can only open so wide, enough to see the light, but once by my side, could see only a dark substance quickly oozing out of my body. As I came to, I could tell it was getting harder and harder to breathe, a sharp pain with every inhale and exhale. Upon instinct, I checked my fingers for mobility, feeling that they could move slightly. At least this means I am not paralyzed in my upper body. There was no other noise for a few more minutes, just a slight rustling of trees and the dirt road beneath me. I don’t even remember the initial shot being taken, whether it was from me or him. All I remember is instantly falling to the floor once I arrived on the scene. I just laid in my own blood, the realization that no one may be coming for me.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!” I could faintly hear from what felt like a mile away. My brain perked at the voice, definitively Morgan, but my body would not react. I tried with every might to move my limbs once again but alas, nothing. It was if my brain was screaming and sending pulses to my muscles but it just refused to move. I started to feel hands all over me, lifting me and placing me on what I could imagine was a gurney, as it moved. My sense of hearing coming in full force, beginning to hear people talking and shuffling. Hotch and Morgan were asking where I was being transported to and Emily and JJ consoling someone else who I could hear was practically sobbing.

“They’re going to take care of her, c’mon let’s just go follow them now!” Emily yelled to everyone. But that distressed someone fought back.

“No! She’s not even moving! They’re intubating her! Emily she’s dying!”

Spencer....?

“Reid, you want to help her? Get out of here and go to the hospital.” Hotch firmly said, I could even tell he probably put his hands on Reid, as the sound of prominent footsteps were halted. And the next thing I heard was doors closing, and the sirens blaring.

Once we had arrived at the hospital, I heard a woman’s voice that sounded very strong, like she was in charge.

“What do we got?” She asked.

“GW to the left ribcage, she’s lost a lot of blood, almost 2 pints. We’ve been intubating her since we got to the scene but Bailey, it doesn’t look too good. Possible head contusion when she hit the floor as well.” The EMT stated.

“Alright I’ll page Shepard and Hunt immediately. Out of the way everybody! FBI agent coming through!” And my gurney started moving even faster, winding down a short hallway into a room where I could hear many doctors coming to look at my wounds. I felt absolutely helpless, not being able to communicate what hurts for me. What if they miss something? What if they can’t help me in time? The EMT said I lost a lot of blood, what if it’s too much to come back from?

“Hang 2 units of O neg now!” A man with a deep voice yelled out. I could feel big, callus hands turning me on my back, and the next thing I knew a needle was being shoved in my arm and a warm sensation filling my arm.

“Owen she needs to go up to CT now or she’s not going to make it.” A woman with a softer voice spoke next to the man.

“Amelia she needs this wound patched first or she’ll bleed out and then she won’t even have a chance in CT.” He raised his voice at her, kind of like how Hotch can be sometimes.

“Let me see, I can patch quickly if everyone gives me space. Looks like the bullet left through the back as well.” This time it was another man with a softer voice than the first, and instantly felt his delicate hands holding onto my ribs, feeling a metal substance touching my skin. By my analysis, he’s most likely a plastics surgeon. Only a man in plastics has such delicate touch.

“Well hurry Jackson she’s got about 10 minutes before that brain contusion completely debilitates her and she’ll be in a coma.”

“Yea I got it.” He said nonchalant.

The sounds of beeping and shuffling were quickly interrupted by deep screams, of which belonged to the lanky pretty boy. My heart rate instantly got faster the second his voice entered the room.

“Sir, sir who are you?” The plastics guy asked urgently.

“I-I’m her, her uh- I’m just a friend, please let me be next to her.” He pleaded, rasp in his voice. I can tell he had been crying the whole ride over.

“Okay, sir you’re gonna have to wait with everybody else, she’s in a lot of distress and she’s lost a lot of blood. We’re doing everything we can for her.” Almost on cue, my heart monitor started spazzing. The loud beeping indicating I’m going into cardiac failure.

“She’s in V-fib, get the defibrillator now!” The man with the lower voice yelled. I felt the clothing on my body being ripped open, a few buttons popping and flying off. The patches were on and in a few seconds, I felt the shock and I could feel it vibrate every vessel inside me. They cleared a second a time, my heart rate returning to normal.

“Okay Jackson you’re gonna have to finish her later she needs a head scan now.” The women voiced, and immediately I could feel the gurney being whisked and into an elevator, going up to the CT room.

Being in the big machine and hearing the slight “ZZZ” sound felt like the first time of peace since my brain fully woke up. For a few hours now I was being poked and prodded, not even getting a chance to hear my own thoughts. This was the only time I got to really savor whatever life I had left, to really hear and feel the people I love around me, and to prepare for what could happen. It felt inevitable to try and escape death, it was a part of my job. And the one regret I’d have is not being the real me with the person I loved most in this world. That tall, pretty, incredible genius was the love of my life for the past 3 years I’ve been with the BAU, and he was everything and more I could’ve ever dreamed of and better. I could physically feel my heart aching at the way his voice cracked yelling for me. I wished nothing more than to look him straight in the eye and hold his hands, telling him I’ll be okay. The way he stuttered when he said friend, so unsure. We had kissed just a few days ago, after a long day of work he came by my hotel room and finally expressed his feelings after so long. The fireworks we shared were something out of a book. The way his hands fit around my face, holding me so close and so softly as if I were glass and he was afraid to break it. We hadn’t talked about it since, but we figured we had more time. But now I realize time is never guaranteed.

Within 30 minutes I was in a regular room, the plastics man working on sowing back up my wounds. “You, Ms.Y/N are one of the luckiest gunshot victims I’ve seen; no severe tears. Which means this just needs a quick stitch and you’ll be all set.” He said softly to me, I could feel a smile on his face as he spoke.

I heard another person walk into the room, footsteps almost so quiet.

“H-How, how is she Dr.?” He was shaking.

“The CT showed some swelling but no internal bleeding. We’re going to keep her here overnight but I’m sorry, I don’t know if and when she’ll wake up. That’s all up to her.” The women sadly spoke, unsure of even her own diagnosis.

I heard Spencer start to cry again, a loud puff coming from deep in his chest.

“Dr. Reid, could you please sit with me.” The two of them stepped to sit in the 2 seats next to my bed.

“I know what it feels like to be in a field of study where, you know everything there is to know. And I also know what it feels like to be completely out of control in that field, when you know what to do, but you can’t even do it.” She sighed. “I am one of the best neurosurgeons in the country, I know almost everything...but yet I had a brother who died of a brain injury. I could’ve been there to help him but I couldn’t do a damn thing. I know what this feels like.” Reid started crying harder, his cries muffled by his own hands. He was trying so hard not to let the sounds leak from the room, but it did and it made my bones stand still.

“I had a mentor who was in a coma, and even though I’m in plastics”- (told y’all) -”there was still nothing I could do for him. We just had to wait. He was one of my greatest friends, one of the best people you’d ever meet, so loved. The love of his life died in front of his eyes and I think most of us knew he’d be going next, to be with her. Life was too painful without her. Do you love this girl right here?” Spencers respond came almost immediately.

“More than anybody or anything.”

“Then wait, just a little longer. If she loves you like you love her she’s going to fight to wake up and be alive.” Both of the doctors walked out, leaving me and my lover boy.

His veiny hands grabbed onto mine, rubbing softly at my knuckles.

“I’m gonna do what he said, just wait a little longer. But please Y/N, if you can hear me, come back to me.” He cried into my hand, the tears coating it.

As if the Gods granted it themselves, I moved my eyelids open. Very slowly, and it hurt to do so, but they opened. Spencer sensed movement, and his head instantly came up holding on tighter to my hand. A weak smile placed on my face as my tired eyes loving locked with his.

“Waiting for me?”

#spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid masterlist #spencer reid fanfiction #matthew gray gubler imagine

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doyumacy · 3 years

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𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 11

pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings:「dotae x reader, polyamorous relationship, mentions of blood, using of weapons such as gun and brass knuckles, character death, smut (oral f. and m) (threesome) (anal sex) (unprotected sex) (use of handcuffs) (m/m sex) 」

word count: 「 5,5 k 」

Doyoung shakes his hand after removing the brass knuckles. They’re red and swollen. They’re broken for hitting Jackson’s face at least five times. Doyoung turns to Jackson and there’s a gash along his right cheek, which won't stop bleeding. His lips are bleeding and he lowers his head, panting.

Jackson is seated in a metal chair and his hands are tied to it, which makes Doyoung bend down to his height and tilts his head. “Tired already? We just started.”

“Keep this energy, Doyoung. You have a funeral to throw,” Jackson says between

his teeth, and then spits out, saliva mixed with blood.

And just like that, Jackson feels the crack of Doyoung's brass knuckles against his cheekbone.

There’s a new broken blood vessel spreading along the smooth skin of Jackson's upper cheekbone and over the side of his nose. Jackson laughs, throwing his head back. "Hit me as much as you want, it won't bring her back."

Doyoung groans and is ready to throw another fist when Ten grabs his arm. “Don’t. He is just provoking you. You gotta be smarter.”

“Yeah, listen to the short one,” Jackson mocks.

Doyoung takes a deep breath and stares at Jackson; jaw aches, almost like it does when you have a cavity so deeply rooted that it turns your gums black. Gums that are inflamed and bleed when picked. He tastes the metallic bitterness on his tongue, but it was from his nose.

Doyoung wants to end him so bad, but he needs to know first if you're okay. If Taeyong managed to take you out of the water before it was too late.

“I’ll be right back,” Doyoung tells Ten and he nods.

Doyoung exits the small warehouse pulling out his phone. He calls Taeyong. “Tae?”

“Oh, God,” Taeyong sighs relieved. “You’re okay. I was so worried.”

“I am, it’s okay, honey,” he says. “How’s y/n??

“She’s okay, she’s getting some warm intravenous fluids to help warn her blood and is resting now,” Taeyong runs a hand through his hair. “Doctor said if I had been 5 minutes late, she wouldn’t have made it.”

Doyoung feels like a big amount of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. You are okay.

You are alive.

He holds onto the door, ducking his head trying to quiet a sob, tears streaming down his and he nods as if Taeyong is watching him. “Doyoung? Babe? You’re still there?”

“Yeah,” Doyoung says with a crackly voice. “I just… please take care of her. Don’t leave her alone, you know she hates hospitals.”

“I won't,” Taeyong says. “Babe? Are you okay?”

Doyoung stands straight again and wipes his face. “Yes. I’ll be there in a few hours, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Taeyong gives a shy smile. “And Doyoung?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t kill Jackson. Let Ten take care of it,” Taeyong asks him.

Doyoung sighs. “Okay.”

Doyoung goes back inside the warehouse and places the brass knuckles on the table. Jackson smirks, looking at him. “Giving up already?”

Doyoung scoffs and smiles, squatting down in front of him. “I came to the conclusion it’s not worth it to stain my hands with your blood.”

“That’s why, here my friend Ten will do it,” Doyoung turns his face to Ten, who’s already loading a gun. “A head shot sounds very pleasing right now.”

Doyoung steps aside when Ten stands in front of him and raises the gun to the level of Jackson's forehead. Jackson's eyes widen and he begins to fidget in his chair desperately. "Wait! Don't do it, and-I'll talk to the police. I'll turn myself in.”

Doyoung ignores him and Ten takes his silence as a no. Ten pulls the trigger and the warehouse is filled with a very sharp and loud sound.

(...)

Waking up to rhythmic beeping and the steady flow of air through a tube is something you never thought you would go through again.

You open your eyes to a white ceiling, your eyelids are heavy, threatening to close again as she gathers the strength to look around, and your chest feels tight. Pain racks your body as she cranes your neck to look around.

There is an EKG machine next to you and an intravenous drip that you assume is attached to your arm. You also wear an oxygen mask.

You spot Taeyong sleeping uncomfortably on a chair next to your bed, he has his arms crossed against his chest and head almost hanging. You glance to the other side and see Doyoung also sleeping on the small couch.

How long has it been since you arrived at the hospital? Days? Weeks?

Your head hurts and one of your hands reaches to your forehead and you whimper when one of your fingers touches your stitches.

You try to slide a little on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position and you let out another whimper. Your whole body aches.

It seems that Taeyong notices your last whimper and he wakes up almost jolting. He stands up and places himself next to you. "What is it, baby? Do you want me to get the doctor?"

You shake your head. "I'm f-" you clear your throat a few times. "I'm just thirsty."

Taeyong nods and presses a button calling a nurse. The nurse enters the room with a pitcher of water and two glasses. She checks on your vital signs and after updating the chart, she announces the doctor will arrive soon to finish checking on you. You nod as you slowly drink water.

Doyoung wakes up and he places a kiss on your forehead carefully. He rests his hand on the back of your head and looks at you. "Are you sure you feel alright?"

"I wanna go home," you almost whisper.

"Soon, baby," Taeyong holds your hand and looks at Doyoung, then he eyes his bruised knuckles.

Doyoung puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans, hiding them. The less you know, the better.

The next morning you’re discharged but the doctor tells you still have to rest and stay in bed for at least two more days.

You’re laying in the bed trying to find something to watch on Netflix but everything looks boring. You sigh turning off the tv and place the remote on the bedside table. You’re bored, sore and upset.

Upset at Doyoung that he hasn’t talked to you since the hospital. He’s avoiding you.

Again.

If he wants to break up with you just needs to say it, why bother and stay around and when he clearly doesn't have any intentions?

You roll on the bed, hugging a pillow closing your eyes. You hear someone opening the door and ignore it. They might think you’re sleeping.

By the steps, you can tell it is Doyoung. He walks to the bathroom and after a few minutes, he leaves the bathroom and walks towards the bed. He leans down a bit and places a kiss on your temple.

As he walks to the door to leave the room, you open your eyes. “Will you finally stop bullshiting around and talk to me?”

Doyoung holds the knob and gulps. He finally turns and stares at you. “Not now.”

You roll your eyes. “Just… break up with me already.”

Doyoung frowns. “What?” He walks towards the bed again. “What would I break up with you?”

“You had been ignoring me for days before the accident and you’re still ignoring me,” you state. “If you don’t want to have kids with me or ever just say it.”

Doyoung bites his lips and giggles a bit. You glare at him. “What 's so funny, Doyoung?” You almost groan.

He shakes his head and smiles looking at you softly. “Of course I want to have a family with you, y/n.”

“Then why do you act all weird?!” You glance at him.

Doyoung sits on the edge of the bed and rests one of his hands on your legs. “Because I’m scared.” He looks you in the eye. “Starting a family never crossed my mind before meeting you. I didn’t have the best dad imagine growing up so I don’t think I’m capable of raising a kid.”

You growl, sitting on the bed. “Now I’m the one being a dick.”

He nods looking at you and then laughs slightly. “When I saw you holding Aera that’s when I knew, but I also got even scared because I think I won’t be a good dad.”

“Doyoung,” you say softly, holding his hand, ignoring the bruises on his knuckles. “You won’t make your dad’s mistakes. You’re different from him. You should not reflect yourself on his actions.”

Doyoung presses his lips together and looks at you. “I am not that different.”

Doyoung barely speaks about his father, and the time he spoke about it, it made him vulnerable and hurt.

His dad was involved in a drug cartel and left him and his mom when he was seven years old. He still remembers the scene, coming back from school, seeing mom crying in the living room and his dad standing next to her holding a suitcase. Doyoung’s dad didn’t even say goodbye to him and left.

A year later, he was arrested.

“Doyoung,” you begin, cupping his face. “You know what makes you different from him?” Doyoung’s eyes dart to you. “You would never let your greediness step above from those who you love. That is what makes you different.”

Doyoung lowers his hand and rests it on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you play with his hair. “Next time try talking to me, okay?”

Doyoung nods and places a kiss on your shoulder. “There’s something you need to know.”

“Is it about Jackson?” You inquire.

Doyoung goes back to his last position and nods, looking you in the eye. You shake your head. “Then I don’t want to know. Whatever happened to him I don’t want to know. He deserved it.”

Doyoung takes a deep breath and cups your face kissing you. “I love you. So much.”

“I know you do,” you smile and kiss him back. “Call Taeyong. Let’s make love tonight.”

Doyoung chuckles. “As much as I want to make love to you both we can’t. You’re still not fully recovered and I don’t want to hurt you.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been sex deprivaved for days. It’s enough.”

“You can take a few more days,” he rubs your chin.

You groan. “That’s rude.”

He hums in response and gives you a peck on the cheek. “You want something to eat?”

“Pizza,” you smile. “Spinach and pesto pizza, please.”

Doyoung nods standing up from the bed. “Oh! Also, some roasted asparagus with bacon.”

“You’re pregnant already?” He mocks.

“Yes, and you better hurry up or the baby will have an asparagus face.”

Doyoung laughs. “I’ll be right back.”

Doyoung goes downstairs and spots Taeyong going to the kitchen. “Babe?”

Taeyong turns. “Yes?”

“y/n wants her favorite.”

“Oh,” Taeyong nods. “Did you guys finally talk?”

Doyoung nods. “She kind of scolded me.”

“I mean, you sort of deserved it,” Taeyong shrugs.

Doyoung nods. “She also wanted to have sex.”

Taeyong giggles. “I get her. I’m horny too.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Am I the only one not thinking with his second head?”

“Oh come on, honey,” Taeyong scoffs. “I heard you this morning jacking off in the bathroom.”

Doyoung blushes and Taeyong laughs. “I relieved some tension.”

Taeyong hums. “You know, I’m still here.”

Doyoung bites his lips. “Why don’t you order the food and see what we can do while we wait?”

“But you need to keep it down,” Taeyong kisses him. “Or y/n will get upset.”

Doyoung raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one who’s very vocal.”

Taeyong chuckles and his lips goes down Doyoung’s neck.”We’ll see.”

Taeyong hovers closer and leaves a warm kiss on Doyoung's lips, as Doyoung responds back with his tongue swerving inside.

Taeyong lest out a deep moan when Doyoung is so immersed into kissing him. Taeyong pauses the kiss, and breathes heavily, noses still in contact.

"The office, now?" Doyoung panting, still from their kissing session.

Taeyong locks the door, and he holds Doyoung by his waist. Taeyong looks straight into his eyes, making him spill his intentions.

Doyoung gives his own lips a quick lick, giving Taeyong a demanding look. Taeyong chuckles and kisses him again. "You're so needy today, honey."

"I am horny," Doyoung spits back and nips at his lip. "Bend me over the desk."

"Yes, you're very horny," Taeyong unzips his pants. "You never let me fuck you."

"And I won't if you don't shut up," Doyoung clenches his jaw, undoing his belt.

Taeyong giggles and grabs Doyoung by his hips. He turns him around and bends him over the desk.

By the time Doyoung is doing his pants, he hears the ringbell and smiles. “Just in time.”

Taeyong sits on the big black chair and hands him a $50 bill. “For your services, honey.” He jokes and Doyoung laughs.

“It’s more than $50 buck, I ain’t that cheap, Lee,” Doyoung takes the bill.

“If you give me head next time I’ll think about it,” Taeyong smirks.

(...)

“You two bitches had sex,” you say after you swallowed your piece of pizza. Doyoung and Taeyong look at each other. “And before you ask how I know it’s pretty obvious. Doyoung gets his cheeks all red and Taeyong’s lips are literally smashed.”

Doyoung and Taeyong slightly laugh and you groan. “This is unfair! I’m horny too!”

“Baby, we’ll do anything you want when you feel better,” Taeyong smiles at you.

“I feel better now,” you grin.

Doyoung shakes his head. “Doctor said no sudden moves for at least five more days. You know we ain’t soft, love.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, but you know what this means right?”

Taeyong frowns. “No, what does it mean?”

“War,” you smile big.

Doyoung chuckles. “Love, it’s not that deep.”

“Yes it is,” you squint your eyes. “You’ll beg me eventually to stop.”

The next morning, Doyoung wakes up to a high-pitched sound. He rolls on the bed and opens his eyes. He gulps at the scene, you have your eyes closed, biting your lip and fingers between your folds. You let out another small moan and arch your back a little.

It 's not fair.

You keep fingering yourself when you feel Taeyong rolling on the bed as well and he groans. Doyoung rests a hand on your thigh and you yank it off. “No touching.”

“Love,” Doyoung clenches his jaw.

When you reach your climax, you run two fingers through your dripping pussy and take them to your mouth, licking them clean. Taeyong swallows hard and he knows this is just the beggining of their torture.

You sigh and smile at both. “Gentlemen,” you get up from the bed and find your panties in the way, you throw them to Doyoung and wink an eye at him. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

You lock yourself in the bathroom and Doyoung and Taeyong look at each other. “We’re so fucked up.”

“I know,” Doyoung sighs. “Did you see her ass? It got bigger.”

“Fuck yeah,” Taeyong groans. “I can’t wait to spank those cheeks.”

The same day, all you wear is one of Doyoung’s shirts and a pink lace thong. The one you know it drives them crazy. You walk past them and they won't help themselves from watching your ass and much less when you bend down slowly to pick something up from the floor.

Taeyong presses his lips together and sighs at the scene. Doyoung clenches his jaw and groans, it’s going to be a long day.

But they can also play.

The following day, you’re getting ready to go to bed when you hear moans coming from the bathroom. You want to scream.

Taeyong is on his knees giving Doyoung maybe one of his best heads ever. Fuck.

Doyoung throws his head back, moaning. He has never been this vocal, but now that he knows you’re outside, he’s feeling it. He won’t quiet down.

Moans become louder when Doyoung pushes Taeyong up against the wall and fucks him. Hard. Just the way Taeyong likes.

You bury your head in the pillows and choke a moan. It’s two against one. You need a new plan.

Then, it comes to your mind. You smile internally and take off your pajamas laying down naked. You hear the door of the bathroom opening and when they’re outside, you spread your legs in front of them and start playing with your vibrator. You moan quietly as you suck one of your fingers.

Doyoung and Taeyong get hard again and they groan. You let out another moan and stare at them with your lips partly opened.

“Fuck this shit,” Doyoung murmurs before approaching you and placing himself between your legs. He presses kisses on your thighs before giving you the most erotic glance. “Safeword.”

“Disneyland,” you say and you hear Taeyong’s giggle.

“Good,” Doyoung hums against your skin. He turns to Taeyong. “Bring the black velvet box that’s in the closet.”

Taeyong nods and you look at Doyoung. “I thought you didn’t want to hurt me.”

“And I won’t,” he says and stares hungrily at your dripping heat, and with both thumbs he spreads it open, lightly blowing air against your clit. A gasp comes out from your mouth at the cold feeling.

Taeyong is back holding the box and he opens it, placing it on the bed. “Pass me the handcuffs, please.”

Taeyong hands him them and you bite your lip. You feel your heart hammer against your ribcage. You want this so bad. You shiver at the sensation of the cold metal circling your wrists.

Doyoung pins your arms above your head and he kneels down and leans over. “You little minx,” he whispers. “I think you need to learn a lesson in patience.”

“Don’t move,” he commands.

Taeyong helps to carefully but snuggly ties each of your wrists to the bedposts. After making sure you are comfortable but unable to undo your restraints, they both strip off their clothes and get on the bed next to you.

Taeyong runs his index finger over her plump bottom lip and your tongue automatically darts out to swirl around the digit. He allows you this small pleasure as he imagines your warm mouth doing something very similar to another part of his body. He then, ever so slowly, moves his hands down your neck over your shoulders and across your collarbone. They travel between the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, circling around your navel before moving back up. when they return to your collarbone, you whimper with need.

“Is there something you need, baby?” he asks casually although his erection is pressing against your arm.

“I want to suck you," you say, taking his length with your hand.

"It's all yours, baby."

As you take his length with your mouth, you feel Doyoung's hands between your breast cupping them and rubbing your nipples with his thumb. You moan against Taeyong's dick.

You push your chest further into his touch, feeling the pull from the handcuffs against your wrists. Doyoung massages your breasts and pinch at your nipples while he settles between your thighs again, his lips on your stomach. He kisses your creamy skin, his tongue moving from one freckle to the next.

You take Taeyong's dick out of your mouth and rest your forehead against his crotch, after a few seconds, you go back to suck his cock. You watch him throw his head back, biting his lip.

You squirm, once again tugging at your restraints. You want to touch them, to run your fingers through their hairs and knowing you can't is both extremely frustrating and incredibly arousing. You can feel how wet you are and you are sure it will be coating your thighs if they aren't spread so far apart. When Doyoung begins to lick and nip at your pelvic bone, you bring your feet up to his hips and push downward.

Doyoung quirks his eyebrow but takes the hint and kisses even further down your body, his hands making the journey as well. He runs a single finger through your wetness rubbing your clit for a moment until he makes his way to your entrance. He pushes a finger then two inside of you at the same time that he lowers his mouth to you, his tongue tasting your juices.

“Oh Doyoung,” You moan, your thighs instinctively tightening against his head. You stare down the expanse of your body to look into his eyes. His eyes are dark and lidded with desire and he moans against your clit causing your body to shudder with pleasure. His fingers and tongue are hitting all of the right spots and you are so close.

Abruptly, Doyoung pulls away from you completely and you can't stop the protesting whine that comes from your throat.

“What did I tell you about patience?” he asks although from his tone it's obvious he doesn't have much remaining himself.

“You have me tied to the bed and are having your way with me, how much more patient can I be?” You groan.

"Finish Taeyong and then we'll discuss your options," Doyoung winks at you.

You bob your head up and down the length of Taeyong's cock. You keep your tongue wrapped around the base as you move your head along every inch, taking it all in one fell swoop over and over again. You quickly work yourself into a steady rhythm of bobbing your head along his dick, taking it all. Taeyong moans taking your hair in a ponytail and looks down at you. "Fuck, baby girl. You're so good."

You look up at him as you take it all again. He chokes on a moan, gripping your hair. "Shit, shit... I'm gonna cum."

You feel his white warm liquid seep from his dick into your mouth. And you are more than happy to swallow it down, causing your tongue to constrict around his member each and every time that you do.

"Good girl," you hear Doyoung praising you and rub your thighs. He leans down for a kiss and you release Taeyong's dick with a 'pop' and kiss him.

As you kiss him, you spit some of Taeyong's cum on his mouth and both men groan. "Naughty," Doyoung swallows it and kisses your neck.

Taeyong releases your hands from the handcuffs. Your head falls back onto the pillows as Doyoung goes down and holds your legs apart. Your hand goes down to Doyoung's hair, lacing your fingers in his soft black locks and rolling your hips against his face while his tongue continues to lap at you.

“Fuck,” you choke out, “Doyoung, your mouth feels so good.” You whimper out.

Doyoung pulls away, again, his chin glistening from your arousal, “why don't we let Taeyong have a taste?"

While Doyoung sensually licks your cunt, Taeyong dives right in sucking harshly on your clit and slipping two fingers into your cunt. He curls them upwards and strokes your soft walls with the pads of his calloused fingers.

Doyoung sits back, watching Taeyong lapping at your cunt. He pumps his hand up and down his length letting out soft groans that mixed with yours and Taeyong's.

Your breaths begin to get more feverish and despite Taeyong's holding your hips down, your hips are writhing and grinding against his face. Just as you are about to come he pulls away, ceasing all of his contact with you.

"For fuck's sake!" You whine.

Fucking tease.

You whimper and frown, letting your head fall back against the pillows. Taeyong clears his throat, catching your attention “Think you can take both of us, baby?” He asks with a devilish smirk.

You nod your head. "The question is, can you take me?"

Before you know it you are seated atop Doyoung while laid at an upright angle, positioning him over your entrance and sinking down onto his length. Your mouth hangs open and you let out a shaky sigh feeling him fill your tight pussy before you lean forward, moving your hips against him.

Doyoung grips your hips tightly and bucks against them as you bury your face into his shoulder. He cups your face, pulling you into a soft kiss and moving his mouth against yours, taking your lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it. You moan into his mouth when you feel Taeyong's well lubed fingers against your ass and spread your legs more. Taeyong inserts one of his fingers into your tight hole, pumping his fingers into your slowly to loosen you.

Even without Taeyong's full length inside you, you still feel incredibly full, feeling them both moving against you and keeping pace with each other. You rock back onto Taeyong's finger as he inserts a second one and moans in Doyoung's ear. His hips sharply slap against yours, rocking you against Taeyong's fingers.

When he pulls them from you, you frown at the loss of fullness. But it's quickly replaced with a moan when you feel his length pushing against you and slowly entering your ass. You grip onto Doyoung's shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. The pressure between your legs is unbelievable.

They sit for a moment, allowing you to adjust to having both holes filled and waiting for you to give them the okay to move. You sit up lightly, and let out a shaky breath “It’s okay, you can move.” You say, your voice ragged.

Doyoung is the first to move, setting the pace and slowly moving in and out of your cunt while Taeyong follows suit. You moan, feeling them both rubbing against you and letting out a high pitched whine at the new foreign feeling. Taeyong kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders, licking over the dark marks he leaves in his wake while he rutted against you. He lets out soft gasps feeling your tightness around him and begins to thrust harder and harder, causing you to fuck yourself on Doyoung's cock. He leans over, planting his hands on either side of you and Doyoung to get a steady foundation as he pounds his hips into you frantically.

“Fuck, you’re taking us so well.” He grunts in your ear, “Feel good having Taeyong and I fucking you so well?” He asks.

You let out a high pitched moan, feeling Doyoung brushing against that spot that drives you crazy. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp. “Yes, fuck Doyoung, you and Taeyong feel so good.”

You feel Taeyong kissing the side of your face and neck, so you turn towards him and awkwardly capture his mouth with a sloppy kiss before you turn towards Doyoung, placing your lips against his. He swallows your moans while he and Taeyong continue to thrust into you.

Taeyong and Doyoung's thrusts slow, and you see his hand come up, brushing some hair from Taeyong's face and watch the tender touches intently before you see Taeyong lean in. Doyoung's hand cups his face softly and their lips touch and move against each other with familiar motions. Taeyong pulls away and glances at you before pulling you into a kiss, it's slow and erotic. His mouth feels hot against yours and you can't help but preen into their slow thrusts.

Your walls clench, causing Doyoung to pull away from the searing kiss and hiss out, “You close, baby?” he asks, reaching his hand down between your legs and rubbing harsh circles around your clit.

You nod, squirming against his touch and crying out once they begin to pick up their pace again, “Yes, yes, yes,” You chant, your brain unable to form any other words.

The string in your belly begins to ware dangerously thin before it finally breaks. Your walls clench and pulsate, and your mouth hang open as you let out a strangled moan.

The two men begin to rut into you at an unforgiving pace and desperately chase their release, your arms shake before they finally give out. You lay against Doyoung's chest as he holds you tightly against him, “Come on, darling, I know you’ve got one more for us.” He says, bucking his hips into your still sensitive pussy.

You sob out, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes. You are sweaty and look like a fucking mess, but he is right. With no time to recover from your first orgasm, your second one begins to rapidly approach. The familiar warm feeling spreads from your belly and creeps up the back of your neck as your back begins to arch, pressing your chest against Doyoung and your head falling back.

Taeyong reaches up, gripping your hair and holding your head in place, forcing your back to remain curved “Be a good girl and come for us again,” He growls into your ear.

You groan, clenching your jaw and digging your fingernails into Taeyong's shoulders, raking them down as your second orgasm washes over you. You cry out and your chest heaves as you fall forward onto Taeyong's shoulder. Taeyong moans, chasing his release holding you tightly.

The three of you sit slumped and catching your breath, attempting to calm yourselves from the excitement of your previous activities. Your whole body aches, and you look as though you have been through hell and back.

"Oh fuck," you say, your head against the pillows. "Fuck, my body aches."

"Are you okay, love?" Doyoung places a hand on your head. "Were we too rough?"

You shake your head. "I'm fine, I'll just... need a moment."

And the next morning, you wake up limbing and for that, Taeyong and Doyoung won't stop making fun.

(...)

It has been two weeks since the events. You’re back to work and you’re thankful that your mind is occupied with different stuff. You ask Donghyuck to stuff you with work and he does as you do. He tells you everyone in the office missed you and they’re happy you’re back.

After the day’s over, you drive to Jaehyun and Johnny’s house. Of course they won’t stop asking questions about everything that happened. You tell them and Jaehyun freaks out and gets angry because he didn’t know you almost drowned to death.

Johnny reassures him, telling him that everything is fine and that you are fine, which is the most important thing. Jaehyun sighs. “What about Jackson?” Jaehyun inquiries.

You shrug. “No one has heard from him since that night.”

“Maybe he fled the country?” Johnny says.

“I don’t care,” you rub your chin. “Can I see Aera?”

“Sure,” Jaehyun smiles and stands up.

The three of you walk to Aera’s room and as you go upstairs, Jaehyun spots the marks on your neck. “Try at least covering them up, bitch.”

You laugh. “Shut up, Jaehyun.”

“Working on a baby already?” Johnny smiles as he opens the door.

“Not yet, I could say we’re practising,” you grin.

“Wait,” Jaehyun looks at you. “Are you trying to get pregnant? For real?”

You nod, holding Aera. “I mean, I got off birth control a month ago, it’s not going to be easy but why shouldn’t we have fun?”

“I hate you so much right now,” Jaehyun groans. “Johnny and I used to have sex 6 times a week, now the man falls sleep every second. I am sleep and sex deprivaved.”

You burst out laughing and Johnny rolls his eyes. “Fatherhood is not easy, and apparently I’m the father of 2.”

“I need to have sex ASAP,” Jaehyun sighs.

“I could take care of Aera so you guys can have a date,” you smile. “She seems to love me.”

“Really? You don’t mind?” Johnny looks at you.

“Yeah,” you say and looks at Aera in awe when she holds your index finger. “We’re besties already.”

“You’re the best!” Jaehyun smiles.

So on Friday, after leaving the office you arrive home with a baby carrier, a diaper bag and Aera inside the baby carrier.

Doyoung and Taeyong are already home and it is Taeyong who notices your little companion. "I hope you didn't kidnap her."

You laugh. “You caught me.”

Doyoung approaches Aera and smiles at her. “Hi beautiful, what are you doing with this little witch?”

“I’m right here, you ass,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Language, my love.” Doyoung glances at you.

“Stop perturbing this little princess,” Taeyong takes Aera out of the baby carrier. “Hi cutie.”

You place the baby carrier on the floor and the diaper bag on the couch. “Can you guys watch her while I make her a bottle?”

“Yes, of course,” Taeyong says, not paying attention to you.

“Come on, Taeyong. Let me hold her,” Doyoung complains.

“Give me a minute, we’re playing,” Taeyong replies.

You smile as you prepare her bottle.

For the first time in many time, you feel happy and excited for what’s to come.

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**ATTENTION. THIS IS A RE-UPLOAD. I edited some things and added an epilogue. Please enjoy and reblog if you want**

(I'd like to dedicate this story to @mistwolf4, who's kindness, support, and discussions with me on it helped make it possible.)

When Salem had something to accomplish, she'd usually pick whoever's particular skills were most closely aligned to the task; when technological expertise or sly infiltration was in order, she called upon Watts. When wise diplomacy or intimidation, real or implied, was needed, she'd send Hazel. And when the seeds of chaos needed to be sown or a target taken care of, Tyrian was all too happy to serve.

Bearing this in mind, it wasn't often that all three men in the Grimm queen's inner circle were sent on a mission together; in fact this was only time in recent memory. All of their abilities, she had said, would be crucial. They had no idea about the small yet critical obstacle that lie ahead in their path...

Things started out just fine when they left Evernight in a 'borrowed' Mistral airship. They made it to the first rendezvous point, took care of that aspect of the mission-but when they returned to the vessel found themselves facing an unexpected issue.

Watts banged one fist on the control console after failing for nearly the seventh time to get the ship started, "What the hell is wrong with this heap of garbage?!"

Tyrian poked his head up from an access hatch in the floor, holding a wrench, "I tightened the bolts you pointed out...nothing?"

"Clearly not," the doctor replied with an eyeroll Tyrian didn't see, then leaned his head out the open window, "Is the power supply properly connected Hazel?"

The tall man nodded, closing a panel on the ship's side, "Everything looks fine."

Watts sighed, turning and going to the same access hatch Tyrian had vacated and was now crouching beside. Turning a couple of his rings, he swept a hand out, creating small hard-light platforms in front of his feet, using them as steps as he descended into the small main mechanical control room.

He began to fidget with several controls, muttering and cursing to himself as Hazel, having re-entered, and Tyrian stood nearby, unsure of how and if they could do anything. The scorpion Faunus caught Hazel's eye and gave a shrug before crawling onto the co-pilot's chair, and the taller man sighed, crossing his thick arms and leaning against the wall.

He knew if they couldn't get the thing started soon they'd be out of luck. Thus, ever the pragmatic one, he moved to kneel beside the hatch and said, "Arthur, if we can't get it going, we'll have to be stuck here for the night, or try and secure another mode of transportation. I suggest we head back into town and weigh our options."

A loud rattling and clang was heard from the dimly lit room below, coupled with Watts poking his head into view, "Absolutely not," he huffed, tossing a scorched, blackened piece of metal and wire onto the floor then ascending on more of his hard-light steps, brushing his clothes off, "I've located the issue. This," he picked the piece up, "Is one of the spark plugs for the main engine. We'll just grab a spare from the toolkit, install it and be on our way. Tyrian could you grab me the toolkit? It's the same one you grabbed the wrench from."

"There was nothing like that in there that I saw." Tyrian answered, cocking his head, long braid flopping over his shoulder.

Watts rolled his eyes again, striding to and flipping open a large steel box, "Rubbish. There has to be. There's always at...at least...oh for the brothers sake!"

He stood, pinching the bridge of his nose, "There isn't one."

"I told you, dear Arthur." Tyrian said with a sing-song tone, batting his eyes and earning himself a sideways, sour glance.

Hazel pushed himself to his feet, "We have two choices. One is to let her Grace know. The other is to head back into town to purchase the part we need. If we're quick option two is our best bet."

"No, no, you're right as usual my exceptionally tall fellow," Watts relented, giving his jacket another dusting for good measure and walking to the exit ramp, "I'll be back as soon as possible."

"I'm coming too," said Hazel as he too moved toward the door, "I'll grab a few other things in case we run into something like this again."

Tyrian leapt from the chair and swept up behind them, "Well, don't leave me out of the party! It's no fun being here all by myself!"

Watts waved a hand dismissively, "Fine fine! Let's just hurry and get this done."

An hour later, they had finally located a shop that carried the parts they needed. Watts was inside handling the purchase, Tyrian had joined him, and once Hazel had grabbed what he wanted he stepped outside to wait. The man leaned against the side of the store, slightly down the alley between it and the neighboring building minding his own business and trying to remain as inconspicuous as was feasible. It had clouded over in their walk here, and now the sky above was dark and heavy with the threat of rain.

As he stood, keeping an eye out for possible trouble as he always did, he suddenly felt a tugging at his pant leg and looked down to see...a small child gazing intently up at him. She looked to be about five years old, with dirt-streaked brown hair and an equally filthy dress. One hand clutched a stuffed toy with the other firmly knotted in the fabric of his pants, and she stared up at him fearlessly with bright blue eyes.

He resolved to ignore her, as she was likely simply seeking attention or to play a joke on him, neither of which he felt like dealing with. Thus he looked away again, crossing his arms and hoping she'd get bored and leave. After a minute or so of continued efforts, the tugging became more insistent and she spoke up, "'Scuse me mister!"

He sighed, relenting and making eye contact, "Yes?"

"Where's my mama?" she asked plaintively.

Hazel was momentarily taken aback. Of all the people around she had, for some reason, chosen him. Was she truly lost, or did she simply wander off and her mother was right nearby, frantically searching for her? No doubt it was the latter, and not having time to deal with lost waifs, yet unable to force himself to turn a blind eye-there were monsters other than Grimm about-he resolved to take care of this matter quickly. He carefully knelt, still towering above her but slightly less intimidating and asked, "When and where did you see her last?"

The child pursed her lips, looking away for a moment, "Umm...three days ago?"

Hazel felt his heart sink; three days meant it was the former situation after all.

Fishing in her pocket, the girl held out a piece of paper, "She gave me this but I can't read it..."

Taking it, Hazel unfolded it and quickly realized he was now entangled in a much darker, more complex situation. The note read, 'I can't take care of her anymore. Her aunt lives in Fellstone at 36 Walnut St. take her there.'

His brows knitted and he exhaled so lowly in his throat it was almost a growl. There had to be a police station nearby he could drop her off at, though he wondered why the child hadn't been taken there in the first place. Standing again, he stuffed the paper in a pocket and motioned for her to follow.

"Come on. I'll take you to someone who can help."

She gave a tiny gasp of delight, grinning ear-to-ear and reaching her hand up toward him. He paused, realizing she was trying to hold his as they walked, but pretended he didn't notice and kept on. They made their way through the muddy streets, Hazel taking frequent downward glances to make certain she was still there. His Scroll beeped, and taking a look saw the message from Watts: 'Where are you??' He quickly tapped out a reply; 'Had to take care of something be right back'

In only a few minutes they had reached a police outpost and though he was naturally wary of calling attention to himself, especially with law enforcement, he rapped his calloused knuckles on the door. It immediately flew open, a portly man doing a double-take at the figure in front of him.

"Oh-hello sir. What's the trouble?"

Hazel gestured to the small girl beside him, handing the officer the paper she'd had, "This child approached me...she was, apparently, abandoned by her mother. The note lists a relative."

The officer took the paper, looked from it to the girl, who waved at him, then shrugged, "Look, I know you mean well, but here's the thing; I know this kid. Her mom is a good-for-nothing drunk and is always in some sort of crisis. This isn't the first time she's ditched her and vanished. She'll probably be back soon. There's nothing we can do."

Hazel cocked an eyebrow, "I'm sorry?"

Again the officer shrugged, then coughed and handed the paper back, "I said there's nothing we can do. You can leave her here, or at the pub on Eighth, or Cherry and Pilwin. Those are her favorite haunts. Bye."

With that he shut the door practically in Hazel's face. His fists clenched, part of him wanting to punch a hole right through it. He wasn't naïve; the lines between good and evil in the world were, quite often, more blurry than most cared to believe or admit, however he still found himself entertaining the notion that at least some of those that were supposed to be in a position of protecting others would do just that.

He looked down at the child, whose wide eyes were wavering and uncertain, having clearly comprehended the adult's discussion. So she was truly on her own, with no one willing to lend a hand...except him. Despite his better judgement, in a flash of something deep and long-forgotten he sighed again and extended his hand to her, "If you still wish, I'll help you."

Her expression brightened, just a little, and she reached up, her tiny hand managing to wrap around several of his fingers.

"What's your name?" he asked as they made their way back toward the shop where his companions were, likely, impatiently awaiting his return.

"I'm Greta!" she proudly declared, then held up her toy, "And this is Stinky! What's yours?"

He inhaled sharply, stopping short. It wasn't her name, but it was close enough to send an aching stab through his chest. Drawing a deep breath to steady himself again, pushing the emotions and memories back into the corners of his mind where they usually were, he glanced at her and nodded.

"I'm Hazel. I'm going to take you to your family, Greta. I promise."

Watts paced briskly, hands tightly clasped behind his back and mouth pressed to a thin line. Tyrian stood much more casually, leaning against a tree at the edge of town where they'd decided to meet. His tail waved lazily and he watched the doctor's increasingly agitated state with amusement.

"Oh Watts you'll wear a rut in the ground at this pace," he said with a chuckle and stretched, "I'm certain our compatriot will be here any minute."

"Where IS that oaf?! This was HIS idea and now he's run off to who-knows-where!" he gestured to the sky with it's dark, roiling clouds, "It's going to downpour any moment and he can't even-finally!"

As he was ranting Hazel turned the corner of a nearby building and approached them. Watts raised his hands palms up in a sarcastic gesture, "Ah, at last, he returns. Now, let's get out of here. We-"

He froze mid-sentence, as now Greta peered out from behind Hazel's coat and gaped curiously at him and Tyrian. The scorpion Faunus perked up instantly, making a soft 'oooh' sound. Hazel moved his hand to indicate to her to stay back and at this Watts drew a sharp, deep breath, drawing himself up.

"Hazel. What. Is that?"

The large man glanced at Greta, then back to Watts. He had overheard how the doctor had referred to him and chose his response accordingly, "I believe this is what most would call a child."

"You know PERFECTLY well what I mean!" Watts barked, jabbing a finger in his direction, "Why is she with you?"

Hazel sighed, full well knowing this was going to be inordinately difficult no matter what, "She approached me seeking help, and I discovered her mother has abandoned her. She was kind enough at least to include a note listing a nearby relative. I'm taking her to them."

Watts rubbed his temples, his face reddened with frustration, "You can't possibly be serious..."

Tyrian snorted, "I don't recall Her Grace saying anything about babysitting stray children. Did you forget we have a job to accomplish?"

"Thank you dear Tyrian!" Watts quickly replied, then addressing Hazel pointed at Greta, "This is not your responsibility or problem. Put it back where you found it, and be quick we need to make headway before it rains or gets too dark."

Hazel said nothing for a moment. He knew this was exactly the response he would get, and had prepared for it.

"Fellstone, where her aunt lives, is right on our way. With the winds how they are, even with these two detours, we'll get to our next stop on time or ahead of schedule. And speaking of responsibility, if anything should go wrong I will shoulder it myself."

His teammates stared in defeated exasperation; they knew all too well that once he'd set his mind to something, there was no stopping him. Watts threw his hands in the air, grumbling and cursing and spun on his heel as he began the trek back to their ship. Hazel mumbled to Greta to stay close as he set off as well. The small girl clutched his coattails, having to trot to keep up. Tyrian slunk off the tree and took up the rear of the group, eyeing Greta now with curiosity...or how a snake does a mouse. He crept up closer, and finally the girl noticed. Her eyes widened and she tilted her head, watching his tail sway hypnotically.

"Do you like it?" he said in a sweetly venomous voice, "I certainly do...though many others don't..."

Hazel jerked his head to glower at the Faunus, "Leave her alone."

"Oh, but she's just curious! All I'm doing is providing some entertainment for her for the walk! Surely-"

"Leave. Her. Alone." he repeated, this time in a low threatening growl.

Chuckling, Tyrian raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender and picked up the pace until he reached Watts, his tail gently resting on the doctor's back. He grinned and winked over his shoulder, and Greta held Hazel's coat a little tighter.

Slowly at first, then swiftly picking up into a steady rhythm, the rain finally came only minutes later. With a disgruntled shout of 'I told you' Watts unfurled his umbrella and took off towards the ship, which was now in sight, although still a ways off. Tyrian tried to shelter himself as much as possible with him, mockingly calling behind them to hurry.

Hazel picked up his pace; he had never minded the rain, but they did need to move quickly. Greta, still clinging to his coat, now struggled even more to keep up. She panted and moved her small legs as fast as she could, but between his naturally long strides and the wet ground she just couldn't-and tripped, tumbling to her knees. She knelt where she'd fallen, clutching her toy and started to cry. Hazel stopped a couple steps ahead and sighed.

"Come on, you need to get up."

"I caaaaan't!" she sniffled, "You're too fast and I'm getting tired!"

"You have to try."

"I can't!!" she repeated, then curled in on herself miserably.

He exhaled wearily. He had chosen to take charge of this situation, and now he needed to find ways to navigate it. They had to move, but she was clearly exhausted especially after everything she'd no doubt been through. An idea came to him...

"Greta."

She looked up at him from the muddy ground, her blue eyes clearly showing her weariness yet still holding that fearless fire. He knew she had a fighter's spirit, she must if she was able to survive on her own. He decided to nurture that, while also clearing up this obstacle.

"Sometimes, you'll be tired and hurting and want to give up. You can't. You have to try to push yourself just a little more to reach your goal. If you get up and walk to me I will carry you the rest of the way."

She regarded him solemnly, then wiping her face with one hand pushed herself to her feet and as confidently as she could muster, made her way to him, where she squared her shoulders as she looked up, "I did it."

"Good. Now then..."

He scooped her up with one arm, her slight weight nearly nothing to him, and started to walk. In moments he noticed the rain still pelting her, even worse now that it had picked up further. Yet another idea crossed his mind, one that would shelter her from the brunt of it and enable him to move faster. He loosened the belt overlaying his coat, tugging it aside enough to place her underneath, where she was now tucked against his chest and torso and re-cinched the belt, essentially turning it into a makeshift sling.

"Hold on." he said, and he felt her knot her hands in his shirt as he took off at a run.

Greta peered out as they moved, seeing the trees lining the road fly by. She held tight as he'd instructed, feeling his warmth and the strong, steady drumbeat of his heart. He had been so nice to her, even though he was big and looked kinda mean. Most people were actually mean. He reminded her of her papa...she barely remembered him, except that he was big and nice too. She smiled, nestling herself snugly against him and feeling happier than she had in a long time.

A couple minutes later Hazel made it inside the ship, taking a moment to rest from running in the now deluge outside. Watts and Tyrian were already hard at work on repairs, and Tyrian looked up at him with a fake pout.

"Oh, poor thing, you're soaked through!"

Hazel ignored him and went to his quarters, which normally on one of these ships was meant to sleep three people but was the only room big enough for him. Removing his charge from his coat and setting her on the unused bed, he then shed the garment entirely. Stepping into the tiny adjoining bathroom he grabbed a clean towel, coming back to her.

"You need to dry off. Here..." he carefully rubbed her head and she giggled, shaking out what he now realized was a soft auburn-brown hair. The rain had actually cleaned her up quite a bit. He then wrapped the towel snugly around her and told her to keep it on for a while. This done he sat heavily on his own bed across from her to plot his next move; he was loathe to admit he hadn't a clue what he was doing. Step one; get her off the street, sheltered, and on her way to her aunt, was complete. Now step two..?

He looked through the open door of the room, then back to her, sitting there swinging her legs and making her toy 'walk' across the blankets, "Are you hungry?"

Greta nodded, "I could eat a doughnut thiiiiiis big!" And spread her arms as far as she could.

"Then I'll get you something," he stood, not letting her see him wince. It was true he couldn't feel pain, but all the stiffness and joint damage he'd done to himself cropped up from time to time. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

He made his way to a small back area that served as a crude kitchenette, opening a cabinet to see what they had left. Some military rations left from Brothers-knew-when that they'd ignored, Watt's stash which was strictly off-limits, though for a moment Hazel considered it, some canned goods, and then a few of his own homemade protein bars and pre-packaged pastries. He took one of the protein bars and an apple danish and headed back. Upon entering he didn't see her, so he knelt to look under the beds and finding nothing, started to feel a ripple of concern.

"Greta?" he inquired.

His ears caught the softest rustle and giggle, and upon her bed saw the blanket move ever so much. He realized now where she was and stepped over to flip the blanket aside. Out popped a proudly grinning Greta, "BOO! You found me!"

"Good, I thought you'd wandered off."

"Awwww!" she pouted, "But I'm a scary ghost!"

"...Is the scary ghost still hungry?"

"YEAH!"

Greta jumped to her feet and upon spotting the danish, practically tried to climb him to get at it. He quickly handed it over and she plopped herself in the middle of the bed, tearing into the food with gusto, doing little bounces and hums of joy. He sat across from her, slowly eating the protein bar she'd rejected and wondering for probably the dozenth time what he'd gotten into.

Abruptly the vessel shuddered, and he could hear the engines roaring to life coupled with Watt's triumphant shout. The ship started to lift off, and Greta gasped, dropping the wrapper from her danish and scrambling to the window, seeing the ground move further away.

"Are we flying Mr. Hazel?!"

"Yes."

She began to bounce on the mattress, chanting and laughing "I'm flying I'm flying!" while flapping the towel she still wore like a pair of wings. Seeing her overjoyed by something to him so mundane, and often grim depending on the situation, plucked some long-dormant thread in his soul and he actually felt himself crack a small smile.

"I thought you were tired." he wondered.

"I-am-but-I'm-too-busy-flying-!" she answered in between bounces, then suddenly cried, "Oh no I've been attacked I'm falling catch meeeee!"

Crouching for extra power, Greta leapt and launched herself off the bed right at Hazel. Caught off guard, he nevertheless leaned forward and easily caught her, where she wriggled in his arms and laughed. He raised his eyebrow, again pondering why in the world she'd chosen him...but he was starting to be glad for it. After a minute she stopped and even started to slump against him. He pried her off and held her out to see her eyes slowly blinking, and she yawned loudly.

"I'm...sleepy...too much...flying. Had to make it to...the castle..."

"Then let's get you to bed."

He stepped across to her bed, fixing the blanket as much as possible before setting her down and pulling the covers over her. She suddenly bolted upright, lamenting, "Stinky?! Where's Stinky?"

Hazel bent and lifted the toy from the floor where it'd fallen during her aerial mishap, his best guess being it was a badger, and handed it over. Greta clutched the animal lovingly to her chest and Hazel stood.

"Be careful with your friends. Alright, I'll be right nearby if you wake up and need something. Goodnight, Greta."

"Wait!! Don't leave me! Mama left please don't leave me alone again!"

"I have to go keep watch so you're safe."

"Pleeeeeease?!" she pleaded, on the verge of tears.

He paused, seeing the genuine fear and longing for some sort of reassurance in her face, then sighed, sitting on her bed and scooting so his back was resting on the wall. He gestured and she scrambled into his arms, leaning against him as he held her to his torso, where she settled with a long, contented hum. He fully expected her to pass out at any moment.

But then, she craned her neck to gaze up at him, "Can I have a bedtime story?"

He pinched his brow; ah yes. He should have expected this. Though he did do plenty of reading and knew many tales, the bedtime story variety wasn't his forte. He thought for a moment, clearing his throat and Greta leaned forward with expectation.

"Once upon a time, a young girl took a ride on a flying ship. It was a beautiful day, and soon it was night, with lots of stars. She had had a long trip, and got tired. She went to sleep and had wonderful dreams and when she woke up, she was with her family. The end."

Greta stared blankly at him, then pouted, "That's not a real bedtime story!"

"If I tell you another do you promise to try and sleep?" he grumbled, but with a growing tone of affection.

"Pinky promise!" she declared, holding up her small hand.

He hesitated for a moment, but then finished the gesture with her...and a flash of memory he hadn't asked for came to him-

-"If I win this race, you have to do the dishes. If you win, I will!" said Gretchen with her usual bravado.

"Are you going to try and get out of it again?" Hazel replied with a sarcastic smile.

She held out her hand, "Nope! Not this time! I pinky promise!"-

He let his eyes fall shut, carefully refolding the memory and upon remembering another, one perfect for this moment, opened them again. This tale had always been her favorite.

"Very well. Let me tell you the story of The Brave Weaver Girl and the Golden Tree..."

The rain had let up considerably, now simply a gentle patter against the windows, and streaks of moonlight broke through the clouds. Greta was still curled in a ball in Hazel's lap as he continued to speak.

"...and at last, the brave weaver girl had defeated the shape-shifter, and taking some of the golden fruit of the tree to sell, went home to her family. The end."

He glanced down; her eyes were almost closed and her breathing slow and steady. Very carefully, he slid off the bed and turned, gingerly setting her on it and pulling the blanket over her. She hummed, pulling her stuffed toy closer and yawning again as she finally shut her eyes. He slowly started to back away, taking a pillow and a novel with him, hoping she wouldn't notice...and just barely caught her whisper-soft murmur as she said, "G'night papa..."

He stopped short, the shock hitting like he'd been kicked in the gut. ...Papa? His chest tightened uncomfortably and he swallowed hard, conflicting emotions he hadn't known he was still even capable of clawing at him. Exiting, he silently shut the door and turned so his back was against the wall, slumping down until he was sitting cross-legged on the floor to begin his vigil.

Her words kept echoing in his mind. Did she actually believe he was, and that's why she'd approached him? No, if she did she would have said so. It was most likely then she simply saw him as a father figure, a notion that sat heavily in his heart.

He was no type of man to be a father. The things he'd done, the pain he'd caused, all in the promise of a different, hopefully better future yes, but still...he didn't deserve such an honor. Briefly he looked back at his younger self and recalled the time he'd wanted a family of his own someday...a dream long dead.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he flicked his gaze upward to find Watts standing there, a mug of what smelled like coffee in one hand and his Scroll in the other. The doctor stared at him disparagingly for a moment before he spoke.

"May I inquire as to why you're sitting there?"

Hazel glanced around before quietly answering, "I don't trust him."

"Ah, yes, Tyrian did mention you'd ended up bringing your little pet along after all. Well, I'm still not a fan of the whole situation however I'm clearly outmuscled," he leaned against the wall opposite Hazel and took a sip of his drink, "I am curious though; why her? What compelled you to not turn her away?"

"She came to me. I..." he trailed off, having been forced for the first time to truly stop and consider it, "She was an innocent, alone. I know that fate all too well."

"Aaah, I see. Ironic, isn't it?" Watts sniffed, "I wonder how many people you've...dispatched, and here you are suddenly deciding this one life is worth saving. Curious."

Hazel felt his hands clench as they rested on his knees; he was well aware of the many lives he had taken and the, as Watts had put it, ironic nature of this venture. He also was in no mood to be reminded.

He looked Watts squarely in the eyes and said, in that tone denoting having had enough, "If you have nothing productive or helpful to say, I'd like some peace and quiet."

With the faintest eye roll, Watts pushed himself off the wall and turned on his heel towards the front of the ship, saying over his shoulder, "We'll be passing through Fellstone in the morning. Goodnight Mr. Rainart."

Hazel unclenched his fists and let his shoulders relax, having not realized just how much he'd had them tensed. Watt's words had struck a chord, leaving him now with a bitter taste in his throat and dark thoughts he'd hoped to avoid for at least one night. He glanced at the door behind him, through which slept one tiny girl, one that in the brief time she'd been with him, had brought him trouble he hadn't planned on...but also a slight, fragile sliver of joy and even healing. Soon he'd be sending her on her way, but that was good. That was what she needed. For the second time that day, he felt himself forming a small, wistful smile.

Leaning back with the pillow behind his head, he opened his book and settled in for a long, sleepless night...

He sat up with a start, nearly banging his head on the wall. It was much brighter around, and he realized it must be morning. Turning he saw the door was ajar, and with a groan from stiff joints and passing out in an awkward position, he stood and opened the door a little further, stepping in the room. He called her, but got no answer, and assuming it may will be another case of hide-and-seek pulled back the covers of her bed and even the others–but found no sign of her. Fighting back the panic starting to brew, he stepped back into the hall area and called her. It was then he heard her giggling coming from the front control area of the ship and he immediately made his way there-where he froze.

Tyrian sat crouched on a pilot's chair, his tail wrapped around Greta's waist as he rocked her gently back and forth like a swing.

In two long strides Hazel made it over and scooped the small girl up to hold her on his shoulder, cold fury in his eyes, "What are you doing?" he all but growled.

Tyrian stood and wisely sidled around the large man, grinning ear-to-ear, "Ah! Good morning! As I said before, I simply wish to entertain our young guest! She was all alone, poor dear, so Uncle Tyrian came to the rescue! Didn't I, little one?"

"Get out." Hazel stated in a tone that did not invite any further discussion, and Tyrian backed out of the area and out of sight, his smile no less taunting.

It was about an hour later that Watts announced they were near Fellstone and he was going to land the ship a safe distance away. From putting the address into his Scroll, Hazel had realized her aunt's place was a small farm toward the edge of town which was perfect; the less people saw them the better. The thick fog that had settled over the land after last night's rain would further disguise them.

With what time the pair had left, Hazel spent much of it telling her stories and she spun her own yarns, though they were generally much more disjointed.

"Are you gonna stay with us?" she asked at one point as she traced invisible patterns on his arm.

"No. I can't, I have places I need to go. I'm sorry."

"Oh..." she said with disappointment, pressing herself into him a little more, "Okay...hey!" She brightened and clapped her hands, "Maybe you can come visit!"

He felt his stomach knot up. No. He knew what he was, what he'd still have to do, how death and danger were always nipping his heels. The moment she found out who he truly was she'd rightfully despise him-as well as be in grave danger herself. No...it was safest for her if she never saw him again. "Perhaps. We'll have to wait and see..."

Finally, Watts called to him that he was going to land as close as he could, and that they had to make it quick in order to stay on schedule. Hazel sighed and gently picked her up, making her make sure she had Stinky, and they made their way to the outside hatch and down the ramp.

It was damp, and the fog was so dense it obscured the small farmhouse only a short ways off, and thankfully the airship behind them. Through the mist however, Hazel could see lights on in the house and could hear sounds of life. Greta gasped, chattering about the times she'd been here before and all the fun things she'd done. He listened to her well, taking a mental snapshot of this moment to tuck away for when times were harder, to have a small bright spot to look upon and hope everything he did was worth it in the end.

When they had gotten as close as he dared without him possibly being seen, he set her down, making sure the note she had had with her when he found her was still in the pocket of her dress. He then knelt, also as he had done just the day before.

"Now," he said kindly but sternly, "I held up my end of our deal. I got you to your family, now do you remember your part?"

She saluted, "Be strong, be brave, be good, and don't be a Huntress!"

"Very good. Now then..." he stood, "Go on."

She didn't move, just stared at him with those bright blue eyes. He raised his eyebrow, "Yes?"

She held her arms up, and he realized what she wanted. Lifting her he gave her one more hug, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "Thank you Mr. Hazel...I'll never forget you. Thank you for being my Papa for a while."

He again felt that kick in his gut but kept himself steady, telling her it had been his honor, and he set her back down. Without another word she turned and ran toward the house shouting happily. He watched her go with a silent prayer, taking a small piece of what was left of his heart with her. A door flew open and a woman came out, calling her in confusion. The woman scooped her up and held her while crying joyfully; clearly this was indeed her relative. Hazel exhaled with a rare feeling of contentment; she was home.

"Greta! My goodness how did you get here?!" her aunt exclaimed in astonishment.

The girl turned and pointed, "The big nice man rescued me! ...mister?"

But by that time Hazel had turned and left, vanishing into the fog...

-EPILOGUE-

Hazel stood in the woods, the fading sunlight shimmering in golden beams through the thick trees, the air beginning to cool. He felt the weight of his axe across his shoulders and could hear the soft calls of birds and the distant bark of a fox.

Where in the world...?

His nose caught a faint whiff of wood smoke and some sort of food, and he looked around to see a small cluster of houses on the gently sloping hillside near him, with many more in the valley below. One house, set just apart from the others, had wisps of smoke coming from it's chimney, and he could now also hear faint voices.

Oh. Yes. Of course. He was heading home after a day at the lumber mill. It was a good job, and payed well. Dinner would probably be ready soon, unless the kids were especially a handful today. He started toward the house, seeing now signs of movement through the windows. One face appeared and moments later vanished, reappearing as they threw open the front door and started running towards him.

"Papa!! Papa's home!" they called, and two more small figures tumbled out the door as well, all happily calling him. He grinned and knelt, setting the axe down and opening his arms as he braced for impact. Moments later three children collided with him in a flurry of hugs, all excitedly talking over each other as they greeted him and described their day. He chuckled, telling them he'd missed them too and stood, hoisting one under each arm as the third clung to him piggy-back and finished the walk into the house.

Still carrying the kids, Hazel strode into the kitchen area, setting them down in their respective chairs. A tall woman with chestnut hair turned and smiled warmly as she grabbed several plates, "Hey you. Glad you're home."

"Hey..." he returned the smile, stepping up to and gently kissing her, earning a collective 'eww!' from the children. He tried to take the plates from her, offering to set the table, but she yanked them back, asking if he'd washed his hands. He coughed and turned to the sink, and she sighed affectionately.

After dinner, the kids were seated at the large oak dining table, one that Hazel had made himself, with their various craft projects, chatting among themselves while the adults played chess in the living room and enjoyed the cheerful, crackling fire in their fireplace.

"You've been staring at the board for a while. You stumped?"

Hazel shook his head, chin resting on his calloused knuckles, "Not yet."

His wife leaned back with a smug grin, "You're getting much better. Maybe someday you'll win, but-"

He reached and moved a piece a couple places, "I believe that's check."

"Wait how-?!" she scanned the board, then wagged a finger at him with a grin, "Oh ho, I see what you did. Very clever."

He looked up at her, deep brown eyes filled with that challenge and fire he fell headlong into love with what now seemed like ages ago.

"You'll probably still win this game, but you won my heart a million times already."

She paused with her hand above the board and met his gaze in appreciative confusion. Smiling softly with a blush she replied, "Of all the times to say something so romantic...trying to distract me?"

"No. Just being honest."

Her expression softened, smile widening a little, and she leaned across to kiss him tenderly, "I love you too...so much. You just surprised me is all."

"Speaking of surprises," he shifted to place his large hand over her smaller one that was unconsciously resting on her stomach, "When are we going to tell them they'll have a new sibling soon?"

She chuckled, "I guess...now is as good a time as any," turning she called, "Hey! Munchkins! Come here please..."

-He awoke with a choking gasp, bolting upright and sweating, for a few moments throughly bewildered; where was he? Where was his wife, their children? This wasn't his home it was-

Gradually, the fog of sleep seeped away and reality's unwelcome claws sunk their way back into his mind. All of it, the love, the happiness, the peace and sense of normalcy was nothing but the crumbling wishes of his subconscious, no doubt brought on by the previous day's and this morning's detour with Greta. Evidently, the girl must have reignited some embers deep within he had long since assumed to be burned to ash. Now however, alone in the icy moonlight, all of it quickly faded again, along with the faces and laughter of his non-existent family. He didn't bother to hold on to them.

There was no point in mouring that which you've never had and never will, after all.

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cxptain-rex · 4 years

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escaping {Wolffe}

pairing: wolffe x reader

warnings: spoilers? order 66 so yeah

request: @spaghetti-666. I hope you enjoy this request! Tbh it made me cry. I hope the rest as well enjoys it after today’s finale. I have no words. Just enjoy. May the fourth be with you. 💕

***

Life isn’t certain. You are sure of it. The said thing take turns and sometimes it surprises you. Like when you think something will go a certain way and it doesn’t. Today is that day.

General Plo and yourself have managed to bring a Republic victory in the planet of Cato Neimoidia.

Everything was dying down. The droids as well. You landed just in time, the Wolfpack were cheering when something went off. One of the Jedi star fighter had been shot down and crashed against the columns of the city. Your eyes widen, Master Plo You thought watching the republic starfighters shoot your master.

Death wasn't kind. You knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. It didn't pretend to care, it didn't pretend to distinguish.

The hooded vale of death had hung over the galaxy for a long time, always threatening. It had never touched you quite so close. Death had ripped away a part of you, the part of you that was most loved.

Now you have to go. Your face sunken and haunted, your mind cold and empty. The more the seconds went on. The despair grew and you have come to learn that the galaxy had gone cold, because of the plague that was death, and war.

You turned towards the Wolfpack and your heart stopped. Their blasters turned pointing straight towards you. A frown tug on your features. You search for Wolffe, you find him doubled over clutching his head.

The first thing to pass your mind is the child in you. Wolffe’s and yours as well. You must protect him. But you must protect your lover as well. So you advance towards your family.

Taking staggering footsteps but you’re stopped. “Stay right there, Jedi scum” Comet snapped causing you to halt. “Guys...” you trail shedding your saber. The Wolfpack starts shooting and you deflect their bolts, jumping and advancing towards your star fighter. As tears stream down your cheeks you can’t help but look back as the Wolfpack and its Commander keep shooting.

As you hop into your fighter, you take off. You don’t look back, you can’t. If you do, you’ll stay and let yourself get killed along with your child. What’s gone wrong, you thought as you flew away from the planet. Leaving behind your master and your lover. Many thoughts fly by your mind. You lost your lover, the father of your child, and your own father.

As you make it into orbit, you sigh. Your astromech, R9, beeps sadly. “I don’t know what’s going on buddy, but Wolffe isn’t with us and nor is Master Plo” you sigh and it explodes. You sob and cry for them. For Master Plo, for Wolffe and for your family.

The pain in you is numb yet it flows like prickles into your heart. You close your eyes, you have no idea on what or where to go. No one reaches out through the force and you feel nothing but numbness. The only thing keeping you aflote is the child in you.

***

The vastness of space seems cold and welcoming as you fly through hyperspace. You’ve received a pull from an old friend. You felt them through the force while wondering across a deserted planet.

Now you’re on your way to Saleucami. Dread fills your being as the planet comes to view. R9 beeps exitedly causing you to smile. “Let’s see what we’ve got here buddy” you mumble entering the atmosphere of the planet. Green takes over the land as the view changes into one of nature. You spot animals and trees. It is almost like a peaceful planet.

You land your vessel on the outskirts of a farm. As you emerge from the fighter, R9 trails behind you beeping. Supposing you follow the trail of the farm animals which you spotted earlier.

A small farm comes to view. You walk further and people emerge from said farm. At first you don’t believe it but you can confirm it. Ahsoka Tano stands a couple of feet away from you. A gasp emerges from you as you stumble towards her.

“Ahsoka” you cry hugging her. She remains silent but hugging you back, you feel the pain she endured. Footsteps approach and you lift your gaze. A hostil demeanor falls on you as you shed your weapon. A hand covering your growing stomach. Captain Rex has come as well. You stand ready to fight.

“Stop, we can explain” Ahsoka reassures and you narrow your gaze at her and the clone captain. The togruta leads you inside. A family sits around the table at the middle and they smile at you welcomingly.

“Hello” you mumble softly as they smile back and you recognize the man of the family as a trooper. Yet you do not ask. It is not your business. They leave. Now Rex, Ahsoka and yourself have taken a seat around the table. And you wait for an explanation.

***

“So...you guys had chips implanted in you?” You say taking in the information. Rex nods solemnly as he remembers, Jesse is dead in a unknown moon. His vods are dead. Your mind drifts to Wolffe, he must be under the influence of the Order. Unconsciously a hand falls on your stomach as you rub it. Rex catches the gesture and his eyes widened. As you follow his gaze to your growing bump.

“It is his” You say as your voice breaks. A tear falls as you cry silently. Rex takes a tentative seat on your side. He lays a hand on top of yours. Silence overcomes the moment and you understand. Rex will do everything in his power to protect you and his vod’s child.

Wolffe is lost within himself. Your heart aches. It clenches as you think of your lover being nothing more than another mindless soldier. He’s always been a soldier, your mind says and you snap. You stand slowly and trudge your way out of the house.

Rex frowns as he and Ahsoka follow after you. “Where are you going?” They ask simultaneously and you turn back. “I’m going back for Wolffe and the rest” you say and it actually sounded more stupid than you thought yet you couldn’t give up on them.

Ahsoka’s eyes widen as she stares at you in disbelief. “Are you crazy?! You will get yourself killed and the baby!” she says and you shrug your shoulders. “I can’t let them die, Ahsoka” you mumble staring at the green grass around your brown boots.

“Y/N...Wolffe...he is—“

“I’m right here, cy’are”

Another voice joins the three of you. At first your heart skips a beat but then fear settles. You saw him draw his gun towards you. Suddenly you��re transported back to Cato Neimoidia. You take a step back.

Wolffe looks at you with pain. He understands. He saw your face in the Cato Neimoidia. He wanted to scream and shout for you to run. To turn back and leave him. To save yourself.

“It’s me. I swear...I won’t hurt you” he says taking a tentative step towards you. The conflict within you is doing a storm which leads you to frown. Taking a look at your lover you recognize him. His force signature stronger than ever and pure.

A sob ripples through as you throw yourself on him. Wolffe catches you with ease, he shushes your crying. You lift your head from his neck to meet his gaze. With tears trickling from your eyes, your lips meet his. Wet and salty and warmth. “I thought I lost you” you cry against him.

Wolffe remains silent. He holds you tighter against him. He enjoys the moment. Suddenly you pull away and his gaze lands on your growing bump. He lays a tender hand against it. A kick, Wolffe feels it. The clone commander’s eye widen. “A pup” he whispers rubbing your stomach.

“Our pup” you smile laying a hand on top of Wolffe’s. He smiles as a tear fall from his eye. He kisses your hairline pulling you closer.

***

A cry falls from your lips.

When the labour began the pain was more intense than anything you had ever imagined. Nothing could be more brutal, not whips or chains. The room was only the bed and four walls, the medical droids melting into the background as if they weren't even there. Is there anything more isolating than intense pain? Doesn't pain lock people in as effectively as any prison?

After, when your child was born, it was as if only sunshine existed the world, as if all the earth was ushered into harmony. You looked into those new eyes, a new consciousness, perfect and reaching out for your love.

In that instant you knew you would do anything to protect your child, that your love was as vast as the universe yet solid as rock. You were a mother and would always be.

Wolffe stands by your side cradling your form. He stares at the bundle. “A boy” you say gazing into your baby’s eyes. A pair of golden irises meet yours and Wolffe’s gaze. The perfect child, you think as the baby resembles Wolffe and yourself.

“Orion” Wolffe says as you smile softly at your newly born child. Rex and Ahsoka watch as well their little family member.

“That’s one hell of a baby” Ahsoka jokes causing you to laugh silently at her. Little Orion gargles catching Wolffe’s finger. The clone smiles at the baby and Rex smiles as well. Your perfect family.

Aside from the war and how it left you all scarred, you manage to strive for prosperity and happiness. You found it all in your family. In Wolffe. Perhaps you lost comrades and an old family. But you still have something bigger.

Love.

And you are mostly sure that it’ll be like that no matter where the shadow of the Empire resides across the stars.

***

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cicici03 · 4 years

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Who You Goin To Choose- Chapter 3

Warning: Your Emotions are about to endure a roller coaster!!!!

Please read my other book: Conform or Change

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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“ I can’t believe you told him that Kia!” Asia yelled at her friend that was in her chair.

Kia just started to sobbed as Asia was pressing her hair out.

“ Now stop all that damn crying Kia. It is your fault also.” Asia said as tilted Kia head to the side.

“ I told you years ago that your daddy is not helping you love, but he is hurting you in the worst way possible.” Asia sighed as she turned the chair so Kia would be facing her.

Asia and Kia been best friends since childhood. Asia was different than Kia. Kia had a life full of wealth and a comfortable life. While Asia was raise in the deepest part of the projects. However, Asia was smart and was very passionate about school. That she got into the private school that usually only people with money, money get into.

Asia got a scholarship there due to her high I.Q. With there only being two black people, Kia and Asia, they naturally became best friends. However, of course, Ernest did not like her. Asia showed Kia the world from out of her bubble of wealth and good living. To showing her to have a backbone and standing up for herself.

Asia knew that Ernest was very controlling of his daughter and Kia listen.

“ Asia, I have to take care of him. That is what my mother said before she died! Before I watched her died Asia. She died!” Kia shouted while in hysterical tears looking at her friend.

The bloody sound of tears that was made of so much hurt went through Asia’s hair salon suite.

Asia looked at her friend and turn the chair back around. When Kia get like this, she really didn’t want nobody to talk to her.

Asia went back to her friend’s hair holding back the tears in her eyes. Asia knew her friend was hurting not only because of present decisions she need to make, but the past decisions she didn’t make.

As Kia, her brothers, and father got to the hospital after the accident. They went back there one at a time. When Kia went back there.

She was horrified.

Her mother’s face look ible. From her whole face swelled up due to the airbag hitting her badly. To the many cuts all over her face. With Kia eyes going straight to her eyes.

The beautiful brown eyes.

Those eyes were red from one her blood vessels that pop.

The one thing that the doctors didn’t look at that led to her death.

As Kia held her mother’s hand, Kia’s mother eyes turn to the person.

Kia mother saw her daughter, whom was 13, scared at the figure she was looking at.

“ Baby, it’s okay,” Kia’s mother croak, “ I am okay.” Kia’s mother coughed after finishing her sentence.

Kia looked at her mother’s eyes.

They wasn’t her mother’s.

“ Your eyes momma. They didn’t check your eyes. Something is wrong with your eyes!” Kia cried as she was letting go of her mother’s hand to go to the nurse’s station.

However, her mother caught her arm just in time.

Kia’s mother didn’t want her to get the doctor. She was ready to die.

Kia turned her head and looked at her mother.

Her eyes were not looking at her.

Kia followed them and she was staring at her father talking to one of her mother’s daughter. She looked back at her mother.

Her face was wet from the tears coming out of her eyes.

“ Take care of everybody . Especially your dad,” Kia’s mother voice croak out “ I love you all. I love you Kia. My eyes really hurt and they feel better when I close them.” Kia’s mother closed her eyes.

The beeping sound of the ventilator started to go crazy that set the alarm in the room off.

Nurses and Doctors came running in trying to revive her.

Kia watched it all.

She saw the faces change when they gave up.

As they all left, Kia was left in there.

Kia went to her mother. She saw her eyes.

They were back to them beautiful brown eyes.

All Kia did was stare at her.

As her father and brothers walked in. Ernest broke down.

The kids were shocked at Ernest because he never broke down.

At the funeral, while everybody mourn. Ernest mourn the loudest.

Kia watch her mother casket get push down six feet under.

She saw her dad just sill and quiet.

She hugged her dad.

“ Daddy, I will always take care of you,” Kia said quietly, “ I will do what momma told me and as her beautiful brown eyes watch me.”

Ernest broked down.

Ever since then, Kia took care of her dad.

“Kia, Kia!” Asia shouted at her while waving her hand in her face. Kia snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Asia.

The chair was turn to the mirror at the finish process of her hair.

Kia always got her hair straighten whenever Florian has a big fight. It seems whenever Kia got her hair straighten; it seems like Florian won his fight.

“ Thanks girl.” Kia spoke in a mellow way.

“ You are going to leave your car here and I am driving.” Asia replied back sharply while looking at her friend.

Kia looked at Asia, where both of there eyes met. Kia didn’t even try to fight knowing Asia was not going to have no for an answer.

Kia and Asia both walked out of the salon and to her car. With that, Kia and Asia decided that where going to go to a sushi restaurant.

As Asia started the car, Kia went back about thinking about her mom.

Those beautiful brown eyes saw her daughter hurting from heaven. She knew in two days that her daughter was going make a decision that would change her.

For better and worst.

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“ Two California rolls and one spicy tuna sushi roll!” the chippy, server brought the food to Asia and Kia. The server skip away from the table after putting down her food.

“ Girl, was that women a leprechaun or something. Over there skipping away.” Asia said bewildered by the woman very over happy attiude.

Kia laughed for the first time today.

“ What for real. That is the ones that you watch out for. Those would be the people that would killed you while smiling.” Asia mumbled while still looking at the server.

“ Girl, you need to stop watching the investigation network channel!” Kia laughed while put some soy sauce in the one of the bowl.

Asia turn back to the table and laughed along with Kia.

“ Well are you going back to the house?” Asia asked Kia as she dip her Califorina roll into the soy sauce.

Kia tense up as they move the topic about Florian.

“ Can we not.” Kia rebuke back to Asia as she ate her spicy tune roll.

Asia rolled her eyes knowing that Masias would not like that answer about that. Masias and Asia was dating for about two years now. With that, Masias was one of Florian coaches and he could see that Florian was off his game after eating dinner.

Momma Florian told Masias about what happen and to see if he could get in touch with me.

“ Please, cause you know this is one of Florian biggest matches and he needs you girl to be his support. I know y’all going through something, but he needs his wife in his corner for this fight.” Asia explained to Kia as she trying to get to go home.

As Kia was listening to Asia, she saw Dominque, his cousin, and Brooks Jones.

“ Oh no.” Kia mumbled out as she was looking at them ask for a table. Asia followed her eyes and saw them.

As Kia and Asia was looking, Dominque look that way. Kia quickly turn her head the other way. However, Dominque walked over to them.

“Kia. Asia.” Dominque said while looking at the two women, but his eyes focus on Kia.

“Well look a here. It is the man that told my friend to abort there baby. What else,” Asia questioned, “ The same person that also verbal abuse her. Oh hello.” Asia gave him a sarcastic smile.

Dominque sighed and gulped.

Kia looked at Asia and sighed.

“ Dominque.” Kia said while looking at him.

“ I love my husband. With that, I don’t want you. I never want you again. Just please leave me alone and my family.” Kia spat out while looking at Dominque.

Kia saw Dominque face change to anger. The same face anger that she seen before. However he did something unexpectedly:

He laughed.

“ Well, you are the same bitch I left. You know, I didn’t want to see your ass. However, your dad called me and said that Kia was sorry for ever breaking up with me. With that, she is so sorry for spreading those lies about your temper,” Dominque snapped, “ I know that you going to coward to your daddy per usual and listen to him. Even when he does you wrong! Guess what, you are the main reason that you and Florian can’t be happy!”

As he finish saying that, Kia got up and slapped him.

This cause attention to move onto them.

“ You shut up! My dad would never do that! I fucking hate you!” Kia shouted and slapped him again and again. While she was slapping him, Dominque just laugh and laugh and laugh.

All a sudden she felt somebody pulled her away. She knew it couldn’t be Asia because she was five months pregnant and this person had huge muscles.

The person put her back down on the ground. She looked up and saw Brooks Jones.

“ Why the hell would you touch me!” Kia yelled at Brooks.

Brooks tall stature, 6 feet 1, and bulging muscles didn’t scared Kia one bit.

“ Well you was beating up on my cousin- in law.” Brooks laughed at the Kia.

“ Kia let’s go!” Asia said while trying to pull her away.

Brooks realized the name and smirk at her.

“ Oh so you are the woman, who writes my checks and about to have a beat up husband,” Brooks booming laugh, “ Tell your husband that he is a bitch just like his wife!”

Kia anger by his comment, grab somebodies water and threw on him. With that, she also threw the glass.

As she finish, Asia got enough grip and pulled Kia out of the restaurant. As Asia was pulling, Kia saw all the phones in the air capturing the exchange.

Asia got Kia in the car and then went to get in her side too.

“ Kia what the hell was that! This about to be every where!” Asia sighed while trying to catch her breath.

Kia drunk a lot of Soju, a Korean beer, and she was a lightweight.

Kia just shook her head with her leg shaking.

“ You are too drunk Kia. Damn plus it is late.” Asia hissed as she read the clock, 12:45 a.m.

Asia cranked the car and went to take Kia home.

While back inside of the restaurant, Dominque was explain what is happening to his cousin and Brooks.

As he was talking and Brooks was listening.

The wheels started to turn.

Brooks knew that Florian wasn’t going to be easy. However, he don’t like when people talk about his family.

Brooks smirk as he devious plan was stirring in his head which was going to help him win against Florian.

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As Asia pulled into the driveway, she called Florian. Asia knowing that she can’t help her friend in the house due to her bulging belly.

She had to call someone.

The phone rang and rang.

“ Hello.” Florian groggily said into the phone.

“ Hey Florian. I need you come and get Kia out of the car for me.” Asia whispered as Kia was knocked out in the passenger seat.

Asia heard Florian sighed and the bed rustling.

“ I’m coming.” Florian hissed out as he walk downstairs to get Kia.

Asia hung up the phone and turn to her friend.

Kia and Asia agreed that Kia was going to tell Florian about what happen, but she knew Kia was going to try and figure a way to not tell him.

She fell asleep.

Asia wanted to tell Florian about what happen, but she knew that this was something her friend needed to tell him.

As Asia was thinking to herself. She saw the door opening.

Florian walked out the door and saw Asia’s car.

As Florian walked over he could see that Kia was drunk by how she was sleeping.

Florian walked over to the passenger side and open the door. He bent down and spoke to Asia.

“ Masias is in the guest house.” Florian smiled to Asia. He looked at Asia’s belly and sighed as he looked back to his wife.

As he picked her up, Kia woke up. She looked around as Florian brought her out the car.

While carrying her like a bride on her wedding night, Florian made sure Asia got in the house first. With that, they walked in the door with Asia shutting it behind them.

“ Goodnight.” Asia whispered as she tip toe around people on the floor, sleeping, to get to the guest house.

Florian walked up the stairs with Kia in his arms. He walked through their room door and gently put Kia in the bed.

Kia looked up at him as he went back to close the door.

When Florian turn back around, he saw Kia looking at him.

He just shook his head.

“What?” Kia spat out while looking at her husband.

Her drunkenness' was coming through.

“ You are what is wrong with me Kia. Why the hell would you get drunk. You know what tomorrow!” Florian hissed quietly so he would not disrupt anybody sleeping.

Kia scoffed and got up to change out her clothes.

“ Trust me I tried not to come back here!” Kia rebuked back to him.

Florian watched as she stumble all over the place to get to one of the dressers.

“ You make me sick sometimes!” Florian snapped at his wife while watching her put her pajamas on which she fell after she got her pants on.

Kia finish putting her pajamas and turn her head.

“ You make me sick Florian. Not only sometimes but all the time. You and my dad make me sick all the time!” Kia yelled back while getting into the bed.

Kia looked up at Florian looking at her.

“ You are not the woman that I fell in love with. The woman that wanted kids. The woman who had dreams and ambitions to start something of her own. However, you letting one person destroy that. The same person that is destroying this marriage.” Florian said furiously while looking at his wife.

Florian walked over to his side of the bed and took his shirt back off. He got under the covers and turn his face away from Kia.

Kia looked at Florian for a while.

“ Well Florian if you want a divorce get one. Leave just like my mom left me! Just leave!” Kia yelled with tears coming down her eyes.

She snatched the covers over her body and turn face the other way.

Kia sniffled and sniffled from the tears coming down.

Florian listen.

Even though Kia didn’t hear.

Florian had tears coming down his face too.

The couple’s back looking at each other.

Both hurting.

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Well that is... wow.

So we have learn something about Kia. Cause y’all been dogging my girl.

So Kia’s mother death.

Does she feel like it her fought?

Does she feel like her mother didn’t fight hard enough?

The Resturant

Kia and Asia relationship?

Kia, Dominque, and Brooks fight?

What is Brooks plan?

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “G-lock.”

Forgive me my hands are very stiff today, and it made typing really hard for some reason. So I hope you still like it :)

“Commande, we have contact with supporting GA ships just appeared form warp, what do you need us to do?”

Commander Vir Spun in his spot eyes flying across the open field of battle. Burg ships were slowly descending from the right headed straight towards the Gromm homeworld, and with the Nexus down, they were sure to cause devastation. He could already see swarms of aircraft dropping form the bellies of their great spiked ships and down towards the surface of the planet.

“We have to get fighter’s down there immediately.” he determined, “The Gromm are out there like sitting ducks, and after their planet was hit by the disease not more than a year ago, they can’t take another hit like this to their population.”

“Commander, we have GA on the comms saying they have shields for us, ready to install.”

The commander was quiet for a moment staring out towards the unfolding chaos, a chaos that should have been noisy, but was now taking place in absolute silence.

He spun again now to face the lieutenant, “Lieutenant! Can you fly this ship?”

The woman stammered and then after a moment nodded, “yes commander, why.”

He ignored the question, “Than take the chair.”

“But, Commander.”

“I said take the chair, that was not a question it was an order. Make contact with the GA scientists and get those shields up as soon as humanly possible, sooner than humanly possible if we can manage it. Order all reserve pilots down planetside immediately, but reserve me a darkfire and tell the crew I will be down in ten.” The lieutenant stifled her protests, and took the chairt. The commander jabbed a finger at the recruits, “McCaster, you’re with me.”

The recruit looked around in confused disbelief, but was pushed from his seat in confusion.

The commander marched past the control modules, and a hand reached out catching him by the arm. He paused in place looking down at the blue Drev and her piercing golden eyes locking green to gold. There was silence for a quick moment before, “Don’t die.” She said simply

A rare smile for that day, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She let him go unwilling to hold him up any longer, and with that, the two of them raced from the bridge and down towards the docking bay.

Recruit McCaster was huffing and puffing by the time they reached their destination not entirely sure how the Commander managed to do the same running in heelies.

As they ran in, a crew was waiting for them by the only F-90 darkfire still left on the ship, and with them they carried all the flight gear them might need.

Commander Vir kicked off his shoes without even bothering to untie them.

“You're copiloting with me.” The man began, Stropping off his shirt and throwing that after the shoes as well.”

McCaster followed suit scrambling to get into the flight uniform right there on the launch deck, with the help of at least five other people.

Commander Vir wriggled into the olive drab flight suit pulling the helmet on with the oxygen mask hanging open.

He could hardly believe what was happening, “But sir.”

“Shut up and listen, recruit. The Gromm don’t have the population for this right now. Someone needs to get down there and they need to slow down any and all bombing attempts on populated areas. I can’t get the ship in that close without landing her, which is the last thing I want to do. I know my lieutenant can pilot the ship now that we have shields, but there is only one person I trust to dogfight, and that’s me. So can you copilot with me, or do I have to go solo.”

“No, sir.” McCaster stammered, pulling on his helmet.

“Good.”

Commander Vir slipped on his shoes last, and together they ran up to the opening cockpit climbing up the ladder and sliding into the seats, Commander Vir in front and McCaster in back trusting that the crew had already looked over the outside of the craft to make sure it was functioning.

McCaster couldn’t believe he was here, with the Commander inside one of the UNSCs most expensive fighter jets. He may as well have won the lottery. The man was a flight school legend, and anyone who could do what he did with a ship like that….. Well he could only imagine what he could do with a jet.

He felt the engines turn on below him slowly accelerating. He knew they would be the jet engines over the fusion engine, since it would be too powerful to start on the ship.

“Harbinger, this is Alpha 1 clear for takeoff.”

“Copy that Alpha one rotating to airlock, hold steady.”

He felt the floor below them begin to move, and his breath came in ragged gasps inside his mask even as cool oxygen flowed over his face. Up ahead the Commander was readying the jet for takeoff, hands flying over the controls. He could hear it, even though he couldn’t really see it.

Red lights flashed outside the cockpit as the airlock doors closed.

And all at once, they were plunged into complete and utter silence all except for his own breathing, and the occasional voice of the commander as he contacted Harbinger flight control.

“Don’t piss yourself recruit. I am going to be flying this bucket of bolts in combat condition, so it's your job to monitor lock, enemy targets, and communicate with flight control from here on out. It's my job to fly and shoot. You got that?”

“Yes sir, loud and clear, sir.”

“Good, Now hold on to your helmet.”

The commander was not kidding, and he almost lost track of himself as the jet rocketed form the opening and into the vastness of space. He groaned in pain as the weight on his chest pressed down for the first few moments, coming out of it just as the commander engaged the fusion core.

He almost blacked out for a second time as the man pushed acceleration to the edges of human capabilities without blowing their eyes from their sockets.

The man barely seemed to notice the space debris that floated around them zipping easily in between charred pieces of metal floating through space. An one of those pieces could have been the death of them, but the commander didn’t seem to notice or care.

He quickly took the moment to remember his job, jumping on the flight tracker trying to find where the Burg drones congregated most heavily. Not to his surprise they found it over the most populated city in the planet.

Jets were already whizzing through each other causing explosions to erupt in the atmosphere like little sparks cast from a fire.

“Adjust course 20 degrees and five down, commander.”

“Copy.” The jets engines pulsed once, changing their course and sending them hurtling across the intervening space.

“Commander, Commander, suggest angled entry.” McCaster said nervously

“No McCaster, we’re going to try something a little bit different.”

He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that as the planet grew up in their vision. Behind them the harbinger pulsed with a strange purple blue glow distinctly alien in nature, though now she wasn’t much more than a speck rising to meet a line of burg ship who had appeared form warp not moment before to face off against the incoming GA fleet.

The planet was a blue brown orb in their vision now.

The commander bypassed LEO and headed straight downwards.

McCaster felt his stomach drop as little tongues of flame began licking up at the edges of their wings as friction in the atmosphere began roaring up around them.

“Commander.” he began nervously.

The commander didn’t hear him, and the fire grew up around them even further.

“Commander.”

The jet was shaking fit to erupt into a million tiny pieces. It seemed as if they were about to explode. Then and only then did the commander reverse the engines and slow their fall. Though the weight of gravity now tugged him against his harness suspending him straight perpendicular to the ground.

He watched the distant earth rising up to meet them.

Little red explosions were growing larger and larger in his vision.

And then the commander Cut the fusion engines.

The whirring thrum of the equipment keeping them in the sky cut to a stop, and he couldn’t help but scream as they began to freefall wildly towards the ground. Or at least that is what it looked like. If he had been thinking he would have realised if they were in a wild freefall they would be going down heavy end first, though their nose remained towards the ground as the Commander adjusted the wings minutely to keep them on track as they gained momentum speeding through the atmosphere.

The burg targeting systems were locked primarily to the output of energy, and since their engines were off there would be no energy output other than that of engine falloff which was nothing compared to the other jets roaring around beneath them.

They were coming in for a surprise.

***

A burg drone pilot, safe in his chair back on the burg command ship had locked on to one of the puny human flight vessels. It was shaped like an arrow, a pointy nose at the front and two wings towards the back. They were fast, but he had been pleased to learn that they were manned. If he could manage this he would surely be rewarded for killing one of those horrible humans.

He locked onto his target despite the best efforts of the human inside. The squishy pumping heart of the jet’s metallic interior.

He clicked his pincers in pleasure.

And then his feed was cut.

He screeched in anger, not sure what had happened until warning lights popped up on his screen.

He had been shot down? From where there were no other jets in the area.

*** Lt holland, was out of flares. The burg ship was fast at his heels and the constant beeping inside his cockpit reminded him incessantly of the lock he was trying to get out of. The burg could fire at any moment and there would be nothing he could do. Behind him, his copilot was twisted to look out the back of the canopy.

“He’s closing fast.”

“I know.”

“He’s getting ready to fire.”

“I know!”

And then the burg ship erupted into an explosion of fiery debris and black metal.

“Holy shit.” His copilot watched in awe as the F-90 darkfire came roaring from the sky, firing its engines at the last second and pulling up from a dive that should have been suicidal. It cut right and down falling into formation just above their left wing.

“Unknown pilot, this is Alpha 1.”

Lt. Holland laughed in astonished relief, “Cutting it a bit close there commander.”

“Don’t worry, you can that me later.” The man responded,

***

Recruit McCaster had definitely passed out.

Commander Vir had taken them out of that dive at 9gs .

He had managed up until about the ninth g mark, and then his breathing and his flight technique had faltered. He experienced G lock collapsing against his harness head rolling forward until they came out of the dive seconds later.

“Stop sleeping dammit!” The commander yelled, “Pull yourself together.”

He did as told still lightly groggy and confused.

The commander pulled a hard right dodging past an incoming burg drone aiming to follow the Kamekazi rout. They took a hard turn, nearly causing him to pass out again as they rounded on the tail of the burg drone.

It didn’t take more than a moment for the commander to attain lock and make the shot.

The burg drone erupted into a ball of fire.

They doubled back after that hooking up with a group of pilots and flying in formation towards the epicenter of the attack.

They saw at least one of their own planes explode as it rammed straight into a burg ship. The commander swore violently pulling their jet to the side and down as debris erupted around them. Missiles and bullets flew. Explosions rocked them left and right.

It was all he could do to hold on as the commander piloted the darkfire like brigades of angels were lifting their wings.

Fire erupted below them in the city as the gromm citizens dived for cover.

A larger, slower burg ship was dropping ordinance from above the city, surrounded by a swarm of fighter drones. Every time they tried to get close, they would be chased away, and every moment it grew closer and closer to the central populated area of the city.

The commander set his sites on those targets as McCaster kept in radio contact with the other pilots feeding the commander real time information as it was going.

“We’ve got a tail!”

“Understood.”

Behind them, A burg ship had dropped into follow, but the commander didn’t seem to be doing anything about it

“Commander!”

Up ahead two of the burg drones had fallen into formation and were heading straight for them in order to protect their bomber.

“Commander.”

The beeping started up inside the cockpit as the burg attained lock. Ahead of them the drones were buzzing forward heading straight for them.

McCaster screamed in surprise and shock.

Behind them the burg ship fired. The two drones plowed directly towards them, and the commander pulled his move rotating them one hundred and eighty degrees parallel to the ground and firing the flairs. McCaster watched in shock and surprise as both of the burg ships cut below their wings, not inches away erupting into balls of fire as the flairs, usually not meant for attacks, exploded around them, only to be torn apart moments later by the burg’s own missiles.

The explosion was so violent, it rocked them forward sending them into an over-nose jackknifing spin through the air.

McCaster didn’t know which way was down or up.

The earth and the sky spun all around him training the space with each other moment by moment.

He thought they were going to crash, but at the last second, the commander pulled them out of their wild spin, rolled belly up, and fired another round Cutting directly under the burg bomber just in time to send their missile into the open engine block.

The explosion was tremendous practically vaporizing the entire ship and sending little flakes of metal raining down in all directions.

It wasn’t ideal but at least it was better than the alternative.

McCaster didn’t even know why the commander had bothered to bring him along. The guy was way out of his league, and he could barely remain conscious enough to be useful.

They hadn’t been lying in the academy when they said the man could fly.

In fact, they had been downplaying it.

It just remained to be seen whether the commander’s flight ability would be enough.

Or would the burg still win.

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maybe-your-left · 4 years

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Cowboy Blues: Its a Date, Or Is It?

Settling into a new routine has always been hard. You were so happy back in North Carolina. Well, happy was kind of a stretch, but you were comfortable. Everything was familiar and felt like home. Even after the falling out with Josh… boy was he someone you didn’t miss. The long nights of tears and screams followed by hours of pain and suffering. You cried tears of relief and unrelenting joy when the judge granted your restraining order. The next day you packed up all that was left of your life and got a new job at a clinic in West Virginia.

Your alarm clock woke you from your thoughts, sighing before swinging your legs outta bed and making your way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror was so different nowadays. No longer did you have to hide your face with layers of concealer to hide the shame from others, your (Y/E/C) eyes weren’t obscured by the burst blood vessels from repeated abuse. You could finally have your hair in whatever style you liked, not having to follow Josh’s rules of how a “lady was supposed to look and act”. Quickly washing your face from all the grime on your pillow you pulled your hair back into a messy braid with a bun atop your head. Throwing on some new scrubs, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter and rushed out to your car. Earl had gotten it all fixed up in a couple of days and dropped it off so you didn’t have to take the bus to work anymore. It took you all but fifteen minutes to arrive in front of the clinic, the head vet tech was there smiling at you when you walked up.

“Morning Doctor (Y/L/N)!”

“Good morning Shelby, you’re here early today. I’m usually the only one who gets in at 7.”

Shelby let out a breath you didn’t know she was holding and opened the door for you. Waltzing in you started flipping on lights to begin opening up.

“Well, I got a phone call from the emergency pet line while I was getting ready for work so I just let him know to get here at 7 when you showed up” her voice trailed off while she stared out the front windows. You walked over to Shelby and stared out the window to see what she was looking at. Suddenly a car pulled into the parking lot and a man rushed out of the driver’s side. He crossed over the front of the vehicle and picked up something rather large and rushed to the front door.

“He got here fast didn’t he?” Shelby spoke up.

Turning towards the back entrance you let Shelby check in the man. You were setting down your bag in your office, getting your supplies ready for whatever emergency he was bringing with him.

“Sure thing, can you tell me again what happened to him? I need to make sure Dr. (Y/L/N) knows before we take him from you.” Shelby said as calmly as she could. It was clear that the man was panicked, his voice was strained like he had been crying for some time. Walking back into the lobby you stopped dead in your tracks. Before you stood none other than Clyde Logan. Your knight in shining armor, your rescuer from weeks ago. You cracked a smile, eyes searching his pained expression. He seemed to be at a loss for words, or he didn’t remember who you were. That thought stung since this wasn’t the first time you had thought about him since you departed. You thought about the embarrassing moment where you caught him coming out of the shower. If you were bolder you would’ve ripped that towel right off of him and rode him instead of El Wood. You had spent many nights in bed sweating up a storm thinking about his rough hands massaging and caressing you while whispering in your ear what a pretty cowgirl you were. Imagining how his muscular arms would hold you up against the wall while you chanted his name over and over and over again. You let out an audible whimper when you were shoved back into reality when Shelby spoke up again.

Like throwing a cold bucket of water over you, you realized he was here for an emergency and the only dog you saw on that property was Leroy. You rushed over to Clyde’s side and peeked under the blanket that was cradling the poor thing. Clyde’s chest rose in shallow breaths as you looked over Leroy. It appeared he was still breathing but like his owner, he was only getting in shallow breaths, his fur was matted and spots of blood were visible through the patches of fur around his neck.

“H-he got out this mornin’ an I found him fightin’ with a snake… I got it off a him but…” Clyde trailed off and looked at you with tears in his eyes. He choked back what seemed like a sob when you motioned for him to follow you to the back rooms.

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Clyde left the clinic at about 10, the nurses assured him that Leroy was doing okay and that Dr. (Y/N) would make sure to call him when it was time to pick him up. He had spent all morning in the lobby pacing, panicking, dreaming of the worst possible scenario for his lil’ buddy. He had gotten Leroy when he moved out of Jimmy’s place to the family ranch. His sole companion that was with him day and night was now hurt because Clyde hadn’t checked for snakes before lettin’ him out.

He left his number at the front desk along with the number for Duck Tape in case he didn’t answer at home when they called. He wasn’t sure where he was headed but he mindlessly made it to Mellie’s salon. Maybe a haircut would calm his nerves, after the traumatic moment with Leroy, he also had seen that girl again. He wasn’t sure why he was blessed that day to come upon such a fine young lady but he was thanking his lucky stars every night for the moments they shared. Being a southern gentleman and all he tried to keep his “unsuitable” thoughts outta his mind but there was something about her.

Walkin’ into the salon Mellie smiled at him and motioned for him to sit in the chair. Draping him in the cloth and brushing his hair Clyde finally started to relax.

“I didn’t know you were gonna come in today Clyde”

“Wasn’ plannin’ on it Mel,” Clyde said barely above a whisper, “I was in town already and needed a trim.”

After a long pause, Mellie brought Clyde to the sink to wash his hair. Heatin’ up the water to a warm sudsy temp, using the tea tree shampoo as he likes.

“Leroy’s at the vet. Got caught by a snake this mornin’.” Clyde finally said, “Got him there until they call n’ say it s’okay to bring him home”.

Mellie hummed in response, she never pushed Clyde to talk more than he needed to, unlike Jimmy. She was truly just there to listen and support him whenever he needed it.

Finishing up at the sink he got up and sank back down in front of Mellie’s mirror as she started trimming away. Clyde had finally begun to relax after telling Mellie about Leroy when she piped up.

“Earl said you had a girl at the house the other day”.

Clyde's eyes nearly popped outta his head. Earl knew better than to be tellin’ Mellie bout’ girls, Clyde was never one to hold a secret but Mellie always tried to work her “Mellie Magic '', which usually ended in him gettin’ his heartbroken.

“He said she was quite a looker, want to tell me where you found her? Or should I just keep cutting hair until you talk?” her smirk on her face was evident even if Clyde wasn’t making full eye contact. The scissors she held were dangerously close to his ear, threatening to cut the hair coverin’ em too short. “I don’ know what yer talkin’ bout”.

“Is that your final answer Clyde?”

Eyes darting between Mellie and her scissors he knew he would have to cave or else he would suffer having a bowl cut for the next few months. “Her car broke down outside the house, I couldn’ jus let her walk off”.

“And what’s her name?”

“(Y/N)”

“That’s a pretty name, never heard of her. Is she new?”

“Not sure, she didn’ say. But she works as a vet where Leroy’s at.”

“Have you made a move on her?”

Clyde pauses before answering, he wasn’t sure he wanted to share with his little sister about how (Y/N) barged in on him naked after a shower. She would get the wrong impression. The last thing Clyde needed was Mellie thinkin’ bout’ him and (Y/N) naked, not that he would mind it.

“Clyde, don’t go all moony-eyed on me, have you asked her out yet?

“O’ course not” Clyde spit out. He couldn’ imagine doin’ that, what if she said no? He wasn’ sure he could take her rejection.

“Why don’t you ask her to the bar? Get her a couple of drinks so she meets people in town.”

Clyde swallowed, it did seem like a good idea in theory. Nothin’ could go wrong at his

bar. He would be in control of the situation. Not saying another word Mellie finished his hair cut n’ he left to get the bar ready to open.

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The rest of your morning was uneventful after the Leroy emergency. Taking him from Clyde had been heartbreaking, to say the least. The man looked like he was going to pass out when he told him he couldn’t stay back while you worked on Leroy. Apparently he had been pacing the lobby and wouldn’t sit still for longer than ten minutes. The nurses told you he came up to the counter and asked about Leroy every time he sat back up from his seat. It was cute how much he cared about his dog, not many pet owners stay when they drop off their animals, but Clyde stayed until finally, Shelby convinced him to go stretch his legs.

At about 3 you checked in on Leroy and he was happy as can be, you could hardly believe he was bitten by a snake near hours ago. He was so glad to see you, he clearly remembered you, unlike his owner. It was time to call Clyde and let him know he could come pick him up. You also got to go home and rest after a long day's work once Leroy was sent on his way.

Dialing the house number you waited… “This s’ the Logan Ranch leaves a message.” Beep.

Ugh, you guessed you had to try the second number, whatever Duck Tape was you had heard it many times to know that Clyde was a regular.

Ring, Ring, Ring… ugh come on pick up.

“Duck Tape bar, this s’ Clyde.”

Clearing your throat you replied, “Hey Clyde it’s (Y/N) at Community Animal Hospital, I just wanted to let you know Leroy is here and ready to go home.” Smile beaming through the phone you hoped that by saying your first name Clyde would remember you.

“Thank y’ very much. I’ll be there soon I’m jus’ down the road' ' Clyde blurted out and hung up quickly.

Sighing you went back and got Leroy ready to be discharged. Letting the nurses and other staff members go home while you waited for Clyde. Sitting behind the front desk you waited with Leroy sitting between your knees while you scratched and pet his head.

No more than five minutes had passed before Clyde strode through the door. You hadn’t been able to get a good look at him this morning but now here he was in all his glory. A dark-gray button-up smartly tucked into denim wranglers adorned his broad chest. His beard seemed better cleaned up compared to this morning and his hair seemed a little shorter, not that you paid that much attention to his ebony locks.

“Hi again sunshine”.

His words melted your bones, the sickly sweet nickname he called you echoed in your ears each time you fell asleep. Shaking yourself out of the trance he put you in you spoke up, “Hey Clyde, I got Leroy right here for you. Let me just walk you through the medicine he will be on for a few days”. You walked your way around the counter and stood to his right. You immediately noticed how much bigger he was up close, your eyes barely reaching to his shoulders. You had to strain your neck to look at his face. And what a face it was, covered in little freckles and moles you resisted the urge to touch them all. His eyes bored holes into your soul, stealing the air out of your lungs. It was like two perfect pools of brown amber were right there for you to dive into.

“What’ll I be givin’ him now?” Clyde’s voice jerked you from his face back to the paperwork in front of you.

“Oh yeah, he just will be taking a couple of these” you lifted the green pill bottle towards Clyde “Twice a day for 3 days until the swelling goes down. After that just use sparingly if he starts itching at it. There is also some gel to put on the sores that need to be done every night before he goes to sleep and that won’t stop until they go away”. Clyde nodding in response to your instructions. A smile pulled at his lips when you finished.

“I can’t thank y’ enough fer helpin’ Leroy. I don’ know how I can repay y’.”

“Well I’m a doctor, it’s in my job description” you smiled up at him. After what felt like hours he spoke again.

“Well’m a bartender so why don’ I get you a couple a rounds on the house tonight?”

You were intrigued, you hadn’t planned on going out but it was a Friday and all you were going to do at home was watch Netflix and possibly touch yourself to the thought of Clyde. Now you had the chance to, maybe, touch him for real.

“Uh sure, I’d love to come by”.

“See y’ at 10?”

“It’s a date” you blurted out without realizing what you said, not wanting to take it back you just gave him a nervous smile. He said nothing as he gathered up Leroy’s supplies and called him out to his car.

TAGLIST: @finn-ray-nal-beads @morby @kirah36

authors note: I am having so much fun writing this you guys have no idea. Also be ready for smut *saddles up*

#adam driver #Clyde logan #clyde x reader #cowboy

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letsmellowjello · 4 years

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Long Time No See

Part 1, Part 2

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: abandonment

Summary: You thought you would never see Poe again until he shows up on Kijimi years after he left.

Notes: I tried to find stuff out about Poe before he joined the Resistance and about how old he was when he left Kijimi, but I couldn’t find exactly what I wanted so I just made everything up. I also did the same thing with some of the pre existing dialogue since I don’t have the movie right in front of me.

Masterlist ~ Prompt/Request

It had been a long time since you had seen Poe Dameron. Twelve years to be exact. When Poe left he was eighteen and your were seven. He had been like a big brother to you when you were both spice runners on Kijimi. When he left you were absolutely devastated.

~ Twelve Years Earlier ~

The cold wind stung your tear stained face as it whipped through the streets and across the rooftops of Kijimi. You sat on the roof with silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Why did he have to go? Why did he have to leave you here all alone?

“Y/n?” A voice spoke from the side of the roof.

“Go away! I don’t want to talk to you!” You huffed angrily and shuffled around so that you back was facing the newcomer. But your tone didn’t put him off. Poe carefully moved across the roof to sit next to you.

“Y/n... I-” He started.

“Why are you leaving?” You cut him off and turned to face him abruptly with tears in your eyes. “Why are you just abandoning us? Abandoning me?”

“You know why, I have to go join the New Republic. I don’t want to live the life of a spice runner anymore.”

“But- but you said, you said you would never leave me! Y- you said that you’d always be here for me!” You hiccuped as new tears rolled down you cheeks. Poe looked down guiltily.

“I know y/n... and I’m sorry. If I could bring you with me I would, but the transport only has room for one and the New Republic isn’t taking seven year olds. Please y/n, forgive me. It kills me to leave you behind. I would give anything to not have to leave you. But you won’t be alone, you’ll have Zorii and the other spice runners to look after you.” He pulled you close to him and you couldn’t help but be absorbed in his arms. You knew that he had to leave. As much as you wanted him to stay, you knew he wasn’t happy here and it was his time to move on.

“I’m really going to miss you Poe. Make sure to come back and visit some day.” You sniffled.

“You got it Ladybug,” he smiled at the affectionate nick name and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “I’ll miss you too.”

You knew why he had left and you weren’t mad at him for it. Of course you were absolutely heart broken, but you were happy that he had the chance to reach his full potential. After he left, Zorii Bliss took you in and basically became your older sister figure. She had also gotten you a suit similar to her own just green and silver, your favorite colours. She was tough on you but in an encouraging, ‘I want a better life for you’ sort of way. She was the one that pushed you to work with Babu Frik as a droidsmith.

~ Present ~

“I know a droidsmith who can do it, but he’s on Kijimi,” Poe told Finn and Rey with a groan after deciding that they would have to break C3PO open to get him to translate the Sith text that was on the dagger about where to find the wayfinder to Exegol.

“Why? What’s on Kijimi?” Finn asked suspiciously.

“I had a little bad luck on Kijimi, and there’s just some people there who might not be too happy with seeing me.” Poe ran a hand down his face in frustration, he knew they would have to go back to his old home whether he liked it or not, everything depended on getting the translation and Babu Frik was the only person Poe knew who would be able to do it properly.

The air was thick with the smell of oil and dust in Babu Frik’s workshop. You had been working for him and learning the droidsmith trade for ten years now and were getting really good at it.

All of your work for the day was finished so you just sat on a stool tinkering around with a random droid part when the door opened. You heard Zorii’s voice talking to someone as she came in.

“Hey Zorii-” You looked up to greet her but your throat dried up when you saw who was with her. There were three people and one droid all wearing coats, but you only cared about one. The droid part in your hand clattered to the ground as you stared. “Poe?” Your hopeful voice was barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He asked with polite confusion. It hurt you that he didn’t remember, but then you reminded yourself that the last time he saw you you were seven and he also couldn’t see your face.

“Are you serious, Poe? You don’t remember her?” Zorii scoffed. You didn’t wait for him to answer, you ripped off your helmet and let it fall to the ground. As soon as he saw your face, he recognized you right away. You ran towards him and he caught you in his arms.

“Ladybug!” Poe exclaimed and swung you around.

“Ladybug?” Finn whispered to Rey who shrugged as they watched this peculiar reunion with nothing but confusion.

“Oh Maker, y/n! I can’t believe it’s you! You’ve grown up so much. Let me take a look at you.” Poe held you at arms length and scanned over your face to see the person that you had become. “You’re not... Are you still angry with me?”

“I’ll have to admit, I am a little bit hurt that you never came back to visit. But I understand why you couldn’t. The Resistance is too important.” You shrugged and visibly saw the relief wash over him.

“I’m really sorry y/n, if I had been allowed to visit I would have.”

“I know. Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” Finn, Rey, C3PO, and BB8 had just been standing there awkwardly for the last couple of minutes but now stood a little straighter.

“Oh right. Y/n this is Rey and Finn,” you smiled at each of them and shook their hands. “And this is BB8, he’s my droid.” BB8 whirred a greeting.

“Hey there buddy! It’s so nice to me you,” you smiled. Poe looked up in surprise at you understanding of his beeps.

“Since when do you know droid? When I left you always needed a translator.”

“A lot has changed.” You smiled sadly and patted his shoulder. “Who’s this?” You gestured to C3PO.

“This is-” Poe started.

“Hello, I am C3PO. Human cyborg relations, it is a pleasure to meet you y/n.” The droid spoke up over Poe who was trying to shut him up.

“3PO she doesn’t need to hear the whole spiel. Sorry-” Poe began to apologize but you just ignored him.

“Hello C3PO, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” You smiled and turned back to Poe. “Where did you get these droids? They’re in amazing condition. Anyways, as much as I’d like to believe that you’re here to see me, I know you’re not. What do you need?”

“We need to access 3PO’s forbidden memory drive. He’s got some stuff we need. Can Babu do it?” He asked. Babu responded in his own garbled language from the bench.

“He says of course he can do it.” You translated. “Don’t worry Poe, you’ll get what you need.”

While Babu Frik worked on the back of 3PO’s head to access the forbidden memory drive, you stood to the side with your arms crossed.

“So,” Finn asked as he and Rey walked up beside you, “how do you know Poe?”

“Hm? Oh we go way back. He took care of me when I was really young and when we were both spice runners, he was like my big brother. When he left Zorii took me in and raised me the rest of the way.” You told them.

“So he just got up and left?” Rey asked, she sounded somewhat skeptical and disbelieving. You understood it though, she and Finn probably saw Poe as a ‘so righteous he can do no wrong’ sort of man, but we all have our moments.

“He just wasn’t happy here, I guess,” You shrugged. “He needed to move on.”

While on watch outside, Zorii and Poe were having a similar conversation. They sat side by side in the same place that you had sat with Poe when you had last spoken all those years ago.

“Why did you leave her Poe?” Zorii asked after a moment of silence between the two. “You knew that she needed you but you just left her.”

“I know... I’m sorry Zorii. I just needed to leave.” Poe couldn’t meet her gaze so instead he looked out over Kijimi.

“You know, she cried for days after you left. You abandoned her Poe, you abandoned me, you abandoned the crew.” He didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry Zorii, I’m sorry I left you, y/n, and everyone so suddenly. I’m sorry I left you to take care of her before even talking with you about it.” Zorii gave a small nod of appreciation for the apology. They stayed silent for a couple minutes more just watching the destruction that had become Kijimi before Poe broke the silence.

“How long has it been like this?”

“The First Order took most of the kids a long time ago. I can’t stand the cries anymore. I’ve saved up enough to get out, I’m going to the colonies and I’m taking y/n with me.”

“How? All those hyper lanes are blocked.” Poe reminded her. She reached down into her boot to pull out a small silver disk with different sized slots cut into it. “That’s First Order captains medallion!” He looked at it with nothing but awe and wonder. “I’ve never seen a real one!”

“Free passage through any blockade. Landing privileges, any vessel.” After a brief moment of hesitation, Zorii lifted up the visor that covered her eyes. “Do you want to come with us?” She had a little bit of hope that he would say yes and then you, her, and Poe could all be back together once again. Poe looked at the ground and though for a moment but then looked back up at her.

“I can’t walk out of this war, not until it’s over.” He told her truthfully. It hurt him to say it, he wanted more than anything to be able to run away with them but he had a duty to the Resistance and he didn’t want to make the same choice that he had made twelve years ago when he left you and Zorii in the dust. It was then that Zorii knew that he was a different man from when she knew him before. He was more mature, he had a sense of duty and responsibility. “Maybe it is. We sent out a call for help at the Battle of Krait, nobody came. People are afraid, they’ve lost hope.”

“No, I don’t believe you believe that. They win by making you think that you’re alone. There’s more of us.” She told him with absolute confidence in her voice.

You ran through the streets with Rey, Finn, Poe, Zorii, BB8, and C3PO to get them on a transport out of Kimiji. As you ran you whispered something to Zorii and she nodded.

“Poe! It might get you on a capital ship.” Zorii held up the medallion for him to take. He looked at it with wide eyes and then back up at you and Zorii.

“Go help your friend Poe.” You urged him.

“I don’t think I can take this-!” He tried to refuse it but she pressed it into his gloved palm.

“I don’t care what you think!” Zorii cut him off.

“What about you and y/n? How will you get out?”

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll manage, we always have.” She assured him.

“We have to go!” Rey called from the ship.

“Come with us!” He suggested. But Zorii shook her head.

“You need to go.” He began to turn around but you stopped him one last time.

“Poe! I’m going to miss you so much.” You attacked him with a bear hug just as he was about to get on the ship. “It was so good to see you again. Promise me that you’ll come back to visit, for real this time.”

“Yeah, you too y/n. I promise, as soon as all of this is over we’ll tour the galaxy. I love you so much Ladybug.” And with that, he turned back and got onto the ship. You waved at him as the doors closed and then followed Zorii back through the streets. You really hoped that you would see him again, your big brother, your hero. Seeing him had brought out the little seven year old kid in you waiting for him to come back just to say hi. You didn’t hate him, you never did. But some part of you knew that you might never see him again.

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The Doctor Is In: Chapter 1 - Part 1 (Open Heart Book 1)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Harper Dorian)

Word count: 2000

Warning: None

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to take the plunge and have a go at publishing a bit of a series. As I’ve been replaying Book 1 I’ve just wanted to explore Ethan’s character more, so I started writing entirely from his perspective.

This ‘series’ (hopefully I don’t get frustrated with myself and stop) takes the events from Book 1 as they are and then I have added my own stuff. I’d love feedback from anyone who give this a read.

Yes, my MC has the same name and Harper Emery but that’s what it’s always been so yeah. I’ll make a joke out of it somewhere I’m sure.

Aaaand if you want to be tagged in future parts, let me know :)

Ethan’s well-worn running shoes hit the pavement with force as he lengthened his stride. The air was crisp and clean, the kind of air that stung the lungs, the kind of morning that he treasured; he inhaled deeply, desperate to drink in the solitude. This time to himself was never enough to satisfy the drain from the myriad of inane questions that awaited him each day at the hospital. Though today was different. Ethan knew that. The new interns were starting today. Nervous energy would flitter through the wards, trepidation and generally misplaced confidence would permeate the halls. Some of the best young new medical minds in the country had been hand selected by Ethan and the other notable staff of Edenbrook. God, all he could hope was that they didn’t cost him too many patients.

As usual, Ethan arrived at Edenbrook early to seek further sanctuary in the walls of his office. He poured through his current patients charts that had been updated in the short time he had been away from the hospital. It was becoming increasingly commonplace for him to fall asleep on the couch in his office. Jenner was really the only thing that pulled him back to his apartment with much regularity.

Slowly, the morning approached 8:30 and he knew that the interns would be gathering soon for their opening address from Harper. How far she had come still managed to shock Ethan at times. She had always been a formidable woman; it was one of the many reasons he had been attracted to her. But it was different now. She was different now. Ethan drank deeply from his coffee mug, the rich warmth spreading through his chest as he closed his eyes. A languid and purposeful inhalation filled his lungs as the familiar beep of his pager pulled him from his reverie. Naveen wanted to see him. Quickly, Ethan slugged back the last of his coffee, slipped on his white coat and left the privacy of his office.

Making his way through the hospital was always a task, so many people wanted pieces of his time. Though Ethan had not anticipated what was about to quite literally crash into his morning. Into his life. He was discussing one of his patients with a nurse when a commotion could be heard from the waiting area. Without hesitation he moved to help.

“Everybody, step back! I’m a doctor.” A voice cut through the confusion and concern of the onlookers. Ethan had been too far away to see who had spoken but judging by the ridiculousness of the declaration, that they are in fact a doctor in a hospital, he assumed it was an intern. And he wasn’t wrong, he’s never wrong. Quickly, he knelt down by the woman’s side. Adrenaline never took long to flood his veins. There was a time when his breathing would have been erratic because of it but now it fuelled him.

“Pulse is weak. She’s unresponsive.” Ethan stated without incident. It was then that he glanced around him and saw the intern he supposed had called for everyone to clear the area. The juxtaposition smeared across her face was all too familiar – total fear clashing against abject excitement. He remembered the feeling all too well. Their eyes met and Ethan noticed something else etched in the intern’s warm green eyes. It took him a moment to place what it was. It looked like resolve, which in the eyes of an intern was a rarity.

“You. Rookie. Get in here.” Ethan’s tone was clear and direct, as always.

“Coming!” The intern shouted without an ounce of hesitation. Ethan eased the patient into his arms and onto a nearby gurney. Before he could register it, the intern was at his side. Ethan could feel the heat rolling from her body. He needed to be careful, there was every chance she could be overtaken by the fire to help and make a costly error. He needed to help her focus, just as he had learnt to do.

“What was she coming in for? Did she fill out a form yet?” Ethan quickly asked one of the nurses, Danny nearby.

“No, she’d just walked in,” Danny said dejectedly, his shoulders falling, knowing this could likely mean her death.

“If we don’t figure out what’s wrong with her fast, she’s gonna die on this table,” frustration was building in Ethan. Knots formed in his chest, the warmth and relief of his morning coffee replaced with thundering torrents of fear. He took in a languid and purposeful inhalation to steady himself.

“Rookie, check her B.P.” Ethan met the intern’s eyes for a second time, streaks of desperation had replaced her excitement.

“It’s plummeting. She’s hypotensive. We’ve gotta get fluids in her,” the intern voice was accelerated but the tone was steady. She was doing well. Ethan was impressed. Almost instantly, Danny placed the I.V and the patient weakly clutched at the young intern’s hand.

“Doctor, look at this bruise. It wasn’t there before,” the urgency in the intern’s voice was evident. Ethan’s attention shifted to the deep bruise the was blooming on the patient’s arm.

“That’s the elbow she landed on when she fell. A bruise forming that fast would suggest that this woman is a haemophiliac. Good catch.” Ethan was further impressed. If the patient’s life didn’t hang in the balance, he may have even smiled.

“Also see her fingertips? Low oxygen saturation in her blood. Take a closer listen to her lungs. Hurry.”

“I can’t hear anything on her left side! And her right lung is struggling! Doctor, she’s going to suffocate!” The intern was frantic, but Ethan could still make out the resolve in her eyes. He hadn’t lost her yet.

“Nurse, we’ve got a code blue.” The words left Ethan’s mouth in cool trail. He’d done this enough to breathe through the chaos and the looming vultures, but he could tell that the intern was astonished and impressed by his calm exterior. He took the bag mask from the nurse and gently pumped air into the woman’s lungs. His hands moved with precision and practiced rhythm. The intern’s eyes raked over him and he was acutely aware of her eyes resting on him. Strangely, he liked it.

“What do we do, Doctor? What’s happening to her?” Fear had continued to strangle the intern’s voice, Ethan knew if he didn’t pull her back from the precipice, she’d be overcome with it. Slowly, deliberately he uttered words of reassurance to tether her to him in this shared moment of crisis.

“Consider all the clues. It’s all there. You know this, Rookie.”

“It’s…it’s, uh…” Ethan watched entranced as she closed her eyes and took the same languid and purposeful inhalation he had taken earlier. Her eyes fell open and Ethan knew she had it.

“It’s a hemothorax!” Relief swum across her features.

“Precisely. A blood vessel ruptured and is filling her pleural cavity…”

“…blocking her lungs from expanding! That’s why she can’t breathe! But we can’t repair the blood vessel here!” The intern finished Ethan’s explanation and quickly reached the conclusion he had come to about a minute earlier. Again, a juxtaposition of emotions was spread across her face; satisfaction, dread and panic.

“We’ll have to do an emergency thoracotomy to drain the cavity instead. Nurse!” The nurse gave the scalpel and chest tube to the intern who had to quite visibly gulp down her clots of fear. Ethan lifted the patient’s shirt to expose the side of her rib cage. The flesh is too hot beneath his fingertips.

“We need a local anesthetic—” The intern’s fear was running away from her. Her voice trailed, lost amongst the temper of the moment. Ethan set his features into a firm and unforgiving line.

“We’re outta time! Do it now, or this woman’s life is on you!” Ethan’s voice was emphatic and authoritative as it rang clear through the throng of anxious onlookers. The intern’s eyes shifted, followed by a sharp intake of air. Ethan could hear her muttering the steps under her breath.

“Incision at the fifth intercostal space…anterior…to the mid axillary line…” Her hand was quivering. Almost instinctively Ethan reached out and took her trembling fingers in his own to steady them. Her skin was ablaze, tension radiated from it but he felt her relax into him. He found her eyes, his gaze softening as he took them in. The green edges of her irises were mottled with a golden hue. He’d never seen anything like them before.

“Hey…you can do this.” Ethan breathed the words out and the room had melted away. The onlookers, the nursing staff, no one else was there but them. She nodded and focused on her unsteady hand. Ethan still had her hand enshrouded in his own but now he could feel the trembling subside. Tension was replaced with resolve.

“There you go. Nice and easy.” Ethan voice cuts the air once more. Time had been suspended but the incision of the scalpel brought the rest of the world back into clear focus.

“Now the tube.” Hands still connected; they push the tube into the woman’s chest. Warm, crimson blood spurts from her side but quickly the blood begins to drain. The woman takes in a sharp breath. The intern is visibly elated. Fear and resolve are replaced with genuine delight and a little disbelief.

“We…we did it!” Ethan still has her hand in his, he squeezes it reassuringly. For a moment, Ethan thought she was going to attempt to hug him. Maybe she was.

“She’s stable. Get her into surgery…She’s gonna make it.” Applause erupts around them. For the first time in minutes, Ethan is reminded of the crowd gathered in the waiting room. The patient is wheeled away, the familiar wave of relief washes over Ethan. These moments. These victories. They are what give him the strength to continue through the tedium of his days, the times when he doesn’t succeed, when he can’t help.

“Doctor…that was…absolutely amazing!” The young intern turned to Ethan; she was still obviously riding the high of this first real-world victory. Ethan knew what he had to do. She had shown so much promise. He needed to push her.

“You’re right. It’s pretty amazing you didn’t get her killed.” The words fell from Ethan’s mouth in a cold tumble, heavy and loaded. He watched the joy crumble and confusion stretch its away across her face before she even spoken.

“Wait, what?” Her voice was smaller now. Ethan had to be pedantic, he needed her to walk away from this questioning what she could have done any better. The endless pursuit of perfection is what every doctor needed.

Ethan continued, matter of fact and critical. “Your examination was slow and superficial. Your scalpel technique, amateur at best…”

“Amateur?” She cut him off before he could continue. The edge to her voice was hostile not apologetic. She wasn’t upset, she was frustrated. He liked that. A glimmer sparked in her eyes.

“Maybe you could give me private lessons.” She smirked at him coyly.

“Ha! I just might, Doctor…” Ethan couldn’t help but smile. Her confidence took him aback. He grabbed the ID card hanging from her lanyard and inspected it closely. A realisation dawned on him; he knew who she is. Ethan recovered his composure in the split second.

“…Dorian. But I sincerely doubt you could afford my salary.”

Ethan turned to leave, smiling to himself, and continued making his way to Naveen’s office. He could hear the murmurs of the onlookers as he departed. Yet, Ethan could only think about the intern. She was the one he had selected. She truly lived up to her application and test scores. Few interns could do what she just did on their first day. But there was something else. Ethan ruminated on it for a moment before her eyes seeped into his consciousness again. And that was where he left them as he continued down the hall.

The eyes of the intern remained fixed on Ethan as he walked away.

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Soooooo yeah let me know what you think about if you’d be interested in reading Part 2 of Chapter 1.

Thanks for reading!

Adding a tag for @choicesficwriterscreations 😘

#open heart #ethan x mc #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #choices #open heart fanfic #choices open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #choices: stories you play #open heart book 1

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Leviathan - Chapter 100

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 99. Chapter 101.

@averruncusho @ceruleanrainblues @chubbsmomma @strangepostmiracle thank you for reading, you get a tag. @skelelexiunderlord thank you for support, you get a tag.

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Harder than I thought, it would seem. I haven’t had so many cuts on my hands since I did field work in a prairie full of razor grass. You know, that tall grass that cuts you when you walk thought it? You never bleed from it but it hurts for a long time afterwards. But several cuts and a couple hours later, I manage to get Shaela Nur’s crystal into my blue lightsaber. I started with my purple lightsaber but for the life of my I could not get the crystal into the fitting. And when I went to my blue one, the first time, when I activated the lightsaber the crystal flew out and ricocheted off Davik’s swoop bike and hit me in the head. I guess I’m just not having a good day today. But I think I’ve got it in there nice and tight. I swing my lightsaber around, making sure the crystal won’t fly out and hit somebody else in the head. That would be hilarious but not very easy to fix when I’m away from a workbench. I spin my lightsaber with a flourish.

And I hit something.

Shit, shit, please don’t be a person. I turn around to T3’s panicked beeping. Oh, shit, that’s even worse than a person. “Oh, God, T3, I’m so sorry, are you okay? I had no idea you were in here!” He chirrups and whirs, very discombobulated. “I can fix that, I promise! I am so sorry. Can you still move okay?” He beeps in the affirmative. “Okay, good.” I dig into my pockets for my droid tool kit before I remember I gave it to Carth to hold on to. “Damn it,” I say softly, then look back at T3, “I’m going to grab some parts from the cargo hold. Go to the cockpit, I’ll be right there.” He chirps and whirs off, sparking where I hit him. I hit the secondary power coupling - it’s fixable but it means he’ll have diminished functioning until I can fix it. Which I can do no problem, this isn’t the first time I’ve done it, but I’ve never had to do it because I hit it. I am really not having a good day.

Thankfully, the cargo hold has the parts I need, so I take them into the cockpit. Carth is in there, we’re in hyperspace. “Hey,” he says, “What’s wrong with Teethree?”

“Secondary power coupling, can I have my tool kit back?”

He reaches into his pocket and hands it to me. “Kept it safe, just like you asked,” he says, “What happened? He just rolled in here, sparking.”

T3 turns his head and beeps. I scoff a bit. “Thank you for trying to spare my feelings, T3, but HK had nothing to do with it, it was all me,” I say, “I’m rerouting all functions to your primary coupling, it might tickle a little. No, this was all me, I accidentally hit him with my lightsaber.”

“Anything you can’t fix?”

“Thankfully, no, I just need to replace the coupling, I’ve done it before.” I gently pry the coupling out with my spanner. “I’ve never had the problem be my fault before, but…” I sigh. “I’m almost done, I just have to fasten this into place.”

“Why don’t you stick around when you’re done?” Carth says, “I could use a copilot.”

I smile at him. “I appreciate the invitation but I’m not sure you’d want me,” I say, “I’m not having a very good day, I might really do something wrong.”

“I still want you here,” he says.

I chuckle a bit, tightening the coupling into place. “You might regret that. Rerouting power back through the secondary coupling.” As power flows back through, there’s a small spark, which is normal, and T3’s eye lights up as he runs a diagnostic. “All good?” T3 beeps, and I release a sigh of relief. “Good. I am so sorry I did that.” T3 beeps again, forgiving me. “Thank you. I’ll be more careful next time.” T3 chirps and rolls off. I roll up my toolkit and sit down in the copilot’s chair with a heavy sigh. “I really hope my day starts picking up from here.”

He glances at me, starting to say something, but does a double take. “What happened to your head?”

I raise my hand to where he’s looking. There’s a scar there, still bleeding just a little. Didn’t realize there was a mark there. “I got hit in the head by a lightsaber crystal,” I say, running my hand over it to heal it.

“And your hands - Gods, Rena, what were you doing?”

“Turns out, modifying your lightsaber is harder than it sounds,” I say, “For those of you keeping track, today has had two terentateks, fighting a Sith master, getting betrayed by his apprentice, the political collapse of the Sith Academy on Korriban, cutting my hands, getting hit in the head by a lightsaber crystal, and knocking out a droid’s power coupling.” I say. “I could really use something good right about now.”

Carth tosses his head. “Well,” he says, “I’m about to change hyperspace routes. Once I do that it’s almost a straight shot to Manaan.”

“I’ll keep my hands to myself, then,” I say, “The way my day’s going, I might knock us off course.”

Carth smiles, and he gently pulls us out of hyper speed. Brings the ship around to change routes. Another ship in the intersection - I wonder where they’re going.

“DAMN IT - hold on!” Carth shouts suddenly, and I grab onto the seat. He spins the ship around quickly, and I hear T3 down the corridor spinning out.

“What? What is it?”

“Sith!” he says quickly, “I’m gonna try to lose them!” He pushes the controls as far forward as they’ll go, to go as fast as we can, but we aren’t moving forward. “Damn it, come on, I know you can get out of this…”

“Can’t we just go to hyperspace?”

“If I just jump to lightspeed now, we won’t be on any route, we could hit an asteroid belt or a rogue planetoid and end up dead in space.” He punches a few controls, but it’s no good. The ship slowly spins around again, and we face the huge Sith vessel. Carth keeps frantically pressing controls, but it doesn’t look like it’s doing any good.

Bastila rushes into the cockpit with Canderous behind her. “What happened? What's going on?”

“Sith Interdictor ship,” Carth says, “They were waiting for us on the hyperspace route. We're caught in their tractor beam.” Finally, he slams his hand on the control panel. There’s nothing he can do.

“Do you recognize the ship?” she asks.

“It's the Leviathan,” Carth says with a sigh, “Saul Karath's vessel. My old mentor.”

This day just doesn’t seem to be getting any better. “I have no idea how we’re going to get out of this,” I say, “but gather everyone into the main hold. We need to figure this out.”

A minute later everyone is gathered into the main hold. Carth tells everyone what’s going on, then says, “Admiral Karath taught me everything I know about being a soldier. He was a legend in the Republic fleet, and a hero to me. Until he betrayed us. When the Sith attacked my home world, the Leviathan - Saul Karath's flagship - was at the head of the fleet. My family was destroyed that day and my wife died in the Sith bombardment.” Nothing I can say will comfort Carth, and I know that. So silently I take his hand. Remind him that I’m here. “I know, I know,” he says, talking mostly to me, “I'm not going to do anything stupid. I won't throw our lives away in some mad quest for vengeance.” And then he looks at everybody. “But if I get a chance to kill Saul during our escape, nobody better get in my way.”

I should try to stop him, I know. Vengeance can lead to the Dark Side. But at the end of the day, Saul’s done terrible things, not the least of which is a massacre, and he should die for his crimes. If killing him helps Carth heal, I can’t stop him. But Bastila feels differently. “Talk of an escape is somewhat premature, don't you think?” she says, “We don't even have a plan to get out of this mess yet!”

“I'll admit it won't be easy,” Carth says, “Saul's no fool and he won't underestimate us either. You can count on plenty of guards watching every move we make.”

Bastila thinks for a second. Then she says, “Maybe Admiral Karath doesn't know how many of us there are on board. We all have special talents; talents we could exploit so that one of us could stage a rescue. We just have to figure out who has the best chance to avoid capture so that they can come and rescue us later. It's a long shot, but it's our only hope.” She looks at me and Carth. “He will probably be watching the three of us far too closely for any plot involving you, me or Carth to succeed. It's going to be up to one of the others to get us out of this.”

“Well, if we're going to pick someone to save our skins we better do it quick,” Carth says, “In another minute we're going to have Sith troops marching up our loading ramp!”

My mind rushes through a half-dozen plots - HK could come out firing, T3 could pretend to be deactivated, Jolee could use the Force, we could throw gizka at them - but then I see MIssion frantically waving her hand in the air. “Ooh! Ooh!” she says excitedly. So I look at her. “I can break out of anything! Maybe I can goad the guards into making a mistake!”

“What sort of mistake?”

“If I get them mad enough, they might put me in a separate cell to punish me. With them focusing so much on you three I might be able to sneak out of my cell and come rescue the rest of you!”

Zaalbar loudly objects. “No, it’s too dangerous!”

“It’s a risk we have to take, Big Z!” she insists, “I can slice my way free from any security cell! Don’t worry, I can pull this off!”

“Mission, are you sure?” I ask. It’s a solid plan - the Sith could kill her, but that’s a risk we take with any plan, and I doubt they will kill her. Not so soon after her capture.

“Yeah, Rena,” she says, looking at me solemnly, “I want to do this.”

The ship shudders. “Hold on!” Carth says, “They're dragging us into the docking bridge!”

I move quickly over to her. “Get to the starboard quarters,” I say, “Make them come to you, fight on your own turf.”

She nods. “Got it.”

“Fight dirty, curse, piss him off. Insult his mother, if you run out of ideas.”

“Absolutely.”

I hug her quickly. “Good luck.” She nods and starts to move off, but I stop her one last time. “Hey,” I say, and I place a hand on her shoulder, “Go get ‘em.” She smiles, and runs off to her place in the starboard quarters.

This is certainly in the running for the worst day of my life.

#star wars #knights of the old republic #kotor #autistic artist #fiction #specs writes stuff #kotor fic #rena visz #oc #fem!revan #ls!revan #carth onasi #bastila shan #mission vao #t3-m4 #leviathan #chapter 100

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Miraculous Rewrite: Origins Part 2 (Chapter 4)

Heyo, sorry for not updating... I’ve been working on uni prep, setting up a games documentation takes more time than you’d think... and I keep forgetting how long it takes me... Well, Alice finally runs into Adrien, gives him a rundown oh how things will work and makes it clear that she won’t put up with any misuse. There’s also Chloe... Chloe. Enjoy! Tagged - @blue-peach14

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After staying the night at Fu’s; apparently, he wanted to make sure I had all my paperwork and belongings sorted before I moved to Eva’s French dollhouse… I really hope it’s not like that… anything but that… I turned on the small tv and watched the news. The reporter from yesterday was updating the rest of Paris on the stone creatures that stood still around the city.

“The stone beings are scattered all over Paris, and for the time being, they seem to be showing no signs of movement. Police have cordoned off the areas around these beings.”

The screen switches to the mayor and the police officer from yesterday, he must oversee the Akuma cases. The mayor speaks, attempting to put on a brave face, however, he was glancing at the officer in fear and confusion, he has no clue on how to deal with this.

“We won’t stop until we find a way to get these people back to their normal selves, but for now, we’re not making much headway.”

The camera footage flips back to the reporter who stands next to a photo that worries me to no end, Ladybug and Chat Noir…

“Paris is relying on our new guardian angels, Ladybug and Chat Noir, to save us all. Our lives depend on them.”

Fu walks in from the other room, Wayzz following him. He looks at me, his eyes full of worry.

“Are you okay, Alice? You look unwell, are you perhaps worried for our young heroes?” I didn’t even realise I was clutching the tv remote so tightly that the plastic was bending, when did I…

“That’s just it, isn’t it Fu? They’re young. They messed up, and now they’re afraid of doing it again. Or at least that’s how Marinette feels, I have no clue about Adrien Agreste. I did my research, the only time he’s seen in public is at photoshoots. How exactly did you want me to help and watch a famous model with a bodyguard and strict schedule when I can’t even get close to him?”

“The boy needed freedom and has a pure heart; he was the perfect fit to Plagg at the time. As for young Marinette, I am sure she will pull though, she has a strong heart, she –“

I stand up and grab my bag. He looks at me, still worried but confident in his words. “Fu, how am I supposed to help them, watch them, guide them, if I can’t talk to them or explain why we threw them in the deep-end? I hope you’re right about them, cause while I agree they will be fine heroes, I can’t agree with the current path they’ll travel alone, I guess we’ll have to hope for some miracles.” I take an apple and grab my jacket and stuffing both into my backpack. “I better get to school before I’m late.” Fu chuckles at that.

“From what Evangeline has told me, you are not the most punctual person.” I frown at the accusation, I mean… not wrong but still. I wave him off and start jogging to Dupont.

As I make my way through the streets, I’m quite literally sent flying by a blond boy, damn moron, watch where you’re going! I grumble gathering my bearings and direct my glare at this oblivious idiot. He has blond pristine styled hair and soft green eyes, freaking out and apologising profusely… wait… I know that face…

“You’re Adrien Agreste.” The boy paled and started looking around before putting on a tight smile.

“Ermm… I think you’ve got the wrong guy miss, Adrien who. Never heard of him. Heh…Heh…” He laughs weakly, I roll my eyes at him.

“Oh, maybe I should call you Chat Noir then?” His face filled with fear. “Right Plagg?”

A blur of black whizzed out of the kids’ pocket and it’s green cat eyes stared at me, wonder, confusion, but finally acceptance. Plagg floated up to my face, mischief evident on the tiny god of destruction’s own. “So, you’re the old fart’s new vessel, huh?”

“Apparently, though he can go and find another body to take over for all I care, I’m me, not him. Understand that, and we’ll get along, right?” Plagg looked a little shocked but gave me a sly grin.

“I got it, you’re a lot more fun than the last few! The kid’s lucky!” Ironic coming from the embodiment of misfortune. Adrien then decided he had had enough with being left out of the conversation, and spoke up, his voice cracking slightly, prolly confused.

“Ermm… just who are you? And… how do you know who I… I mean you know?” Plagg butted in before I could open my mouth.

“This kid is the one who watches over the Miraculous like yours and Bug-Girl’s. She’ll make sure that if you do anything stupid, you’ll know about it.” He still looked lost.

“I’m an observer. I watch how you’ll use the Miraculous; use it wisely, then you keep being the wielder of the cat for as long as you are needed. Of course, you misuse it and I will take it away or punish you.”

“P-punish?”

“I realise you are just a kid, a kid with too much responsibility, I get that. However, if you are to misuse this power, people can get hurt, and that will have consequences. I’ll understand any rashness and mistakes, such as this Akuma, but any intentional misuse or repeated actions that you refuse to own up to, I will make sure you understand the weight of your choices. Understood?”

He nodded, still a little worried, but it’ll have to do. I sigh. “Hey, Agreste. You don’t need to worry. Seriously, you may not be able to tell anyone about your double life, sometimes it’ll feel like the world is suffocating you… I know the feeling, but that’s why I’ve decided to reveal myself to both of you. To help you through this. If you want to talk, if you need help, just ask and I’ll try. HOWEVER, I will say after I researched you, I will say this right now, I won’t accept the excuse of your sheltered life being the cause of any misunderstandings, you feel confused about anything that most would think is normal, you ask me or any friends you make at school, got it, I’m not gonna baby you, this is high school son, grow a pair!”

He stares at me completely shocked at my words, before quickly nodding again. I laugh at his quick nod and he starts chuckling too, before looking at his phone and alarm spread across him. “I’m going to be late!” Oh right… school.

“You’re such a strange kid. Who would want to be at school when he can stay at home all day?” Plagg darts back to his pocket peeking his head out, rolling his own eyes. We start jogging to school.

“You don’t get it, Plagg. I’ve had enough of being locked up at home by my father. I want to meet people, make friends.” He looks at me with a hopeful smile. “Learn about normal things! Go to a normal school like everyone else!” I roll my eyes at that, that place is far from normal.

“Arghhh… Uhhh, I think I’m feeling weak…” Plagg dramatically groans. Adrien stops running grabbing his bag, searching for something.

“You know what’s strange?” He pulls out a wedge of cheese that smelt horrible. Oh yeah… Plagg eats the stuff… poor kid’s gonna stink. “The fact that all you eat is this disgusting, rotten smelling camembert cheese, and I then have to smell like it 24/7. That’s strange.” He looks at me as if pleading for me to convince the tiny cat to eat something else. I shrug, you’re on your own for this one kid. He groans and glares at Plagg in disgust, but the god just stuffs his mouth with the cheese.

“If you want to be able to transform into a superhero, then stinky cheese is the deal, my friend!” Adrien sighs in defeat before continuing our jog to school.

We make it to the school’s steps, but we hear a beep from a car behind us. A tall, professional-looking woman leaves a nice-looking car and quickly paces towards Adrien. I recognise her from my research about the young cat holder, she’s Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste's assistant who manages his fashion work, his mansion, and takes care of his son Adrien. She must be here to take him back home… speaking of which, how the heck did Adrien enrol in the first place without a parent’s permission? As I’m about to grab the kid and get him to class, I feel the same dark feeling as yesterday, briefly, fleeting but just as dark.

“Adrien! Don’t do this! Your father will be furious!”

“Tell him you got here too late. Please!” Adrien turns around and runs into the school, I follow quickly after him and see Alya arguing with Chloe.

“How could you say that to Ivan? You’re the real Stoneheart!” Stoneheart? That must be what people are calling Ivan’s Akuma form.

“Ugh, so I’m the one who broke Sabrina’s dad’s arm, am I?” Fair, but still wrong, it’s not Ivan’s fault either. Also… Sabrina’s dad is the officer in charge of the Akuma cases… my belief in the Parisian police force is dwindling, this is why I want to be a P.I. Chloe the scoffs at the new girl and glares. “Just because your footage of those lame superheroes was shown on tv, doesn’t mean you have to get so high and mighty.” She blows her bubble gum at Alya popping it close to her face, luckily not sticking but I cringed at it and walk up Alya.

“You little…” Alya growled, about to retaliate before I stepped in.

“Ew… gross, Chloe that was so gross, you basically spat in her face, actually, I think you have a little spit on your glasses there Alya.” I say, however luckily there wasn’t anything on the glasses but Alya cringed at the thought, taking off her glasses and furiously wiping them, muttering how gross can anyone be. The glares and undecided look of the people around them all turned to barely hidden disgust at Chloe who was turning red and glared daggers at me. Alya after cleaning her already clean glasses huffed and walks off to the classroom. Chloe attempting to regain control taunted the girl.

“Lookout, she’s angry! She’s going to split the underwear and turn into a huge muscly monster!” She laughs obnoxiously.

“I’d be angry too; I mean what you did was kinda disgusting.” She spins back to me about to blow up at me, however, her face instantly lights up as she looks over my head.

“Hey, Chloe!” Adrien pipes up… oh no… I forgot… they’re friends. Chloe pushes past me and glomps the naive kid.

“Adrikins! You came!” Adrikins… oh, gods… I cringe at the two, Adrien noticing my face and his confusion is clear… did he just ignore all she did just now? Before I can call him out Chloe drags him to the classroom and the other students recognise the famous model and start rushing over. I slump in defeat and make my way to class.

Everyone is clamouring for Adrien’s autograph, and for once Chloe does something remotely good, albeit with less than pure intentions and makes a path to the classroom causing the fans to go back to their own classes. “Okay. This is your seat, Adrikins. I saved it for you. Right in front of me!”

“That’s creepy.” I blurt out, and Chloe growls at me.

“Well, no one cares what you think, Wattson!” Adrien glances at me in worry and unsure at who to support. I walk past him patting his shoulder.

“Get new friends, kid.” I say solemnly to him. His eyes widen at this but he turns to Chloe with a tight smile.

“Thanks, Chloe.” He turns to the Nino guy and tries to introduce himself othering him a handshake, but Nino just looks at him with distrust and ignores the hand. “Uh… Hey! Adrien.” The boy shows a model smile laced with nerves, but Nino didn’t react.

“You’re friends with Chloe then, huh?” He turns back to his phone. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.

I’m about to continue walking to my seat but I hear snide laughing coming from the front bench, obviously coming from Chloe and her lapdog Sabrina, I turn and see them sticking the gum that had recently been in Chloe’s mouth onto Marinette’s seat. Anger washing over me. “Hey! What the hell is your problem Bourgeois?!” Adrien turns around and spots what I’m yelling about.

“Hey! Chloe! What’s that all about?” He looks disappointed in her.

“The brat’s that sat here yesterday need a little attitude adjustment. I’m just commanding a bit of respect, that’s all.”

“No, if anyone here needs an attitude adjustment, it’s you! I thought you were gross, but this is just disgusting.”

“I am not disgusting!” She screams in my face, I pull out my phone and hit the emergency record button, I’d use during Eva’s interviews with her problematic clients. “You think you’re some sort of hero, I’ll get you kicked out of school, or maybe I’ll just tell my daddy to rethink your student visa.” I smile at her and she shrinks back. Adrien then interrupts sensing the danger this could lead to.

“Chloe, you think that’s really necessary?” I raise an eyebrow at that, it’s completely insane, but he’s still trying to keep his friendship with the girl. But said girl just scoffs at him, turning back with a hair flip and batting her eyes.

“Ah, you’ve got a lot to learn about school culture, Adrikins. Watch the master.”

Adrien then kneels down to Marinette’s seat, trying to pick the gum up with his pencil, only making it worse. I grab his arm trying to stop him from making it worse, till I hear a gasp. Great.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”

This day just keeps getting worse.

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