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entitled-fangirl · 2 months

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Two idiots in love. (P8)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: Joel makes his decision to leave Ellie. But what will he decide about the reader?

Warnings: crying, cursing, fighting, yelling, blood, guns

Author's note: I'm crying- this hurts my soul.

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Joel walked up the staircase of the little house that was now theirs.

Tommy agreed to take Ellie to the fireflies in the morning, and he was relieved.

He carefully climbed up the stairs, opening the master bedroom door.

Y/N was sound asleep on the bed. Joel could tell from the way she slept on top of the covers with a tissue in her hand that she had fallen asleep crying. It broke what was left of his heart knowing that he was the cause of it.

He shut the door quietly and moved to Ellie's room.

Ellie was quite awake. And angry.

"Is this really all they had to worry about?" She asked while staring at a diary from before the breakout. "It's bizarre."

Joel nodded, "Listen-"

"-Why are you here? If you're gonna ditch me, us, then ditch me."

"What exactly did you hear?"

"'I have to leave her. You have to take her.'"

"I made this decision for your own good. You're better off with Tommy. He knows the area better than I do."

"Do you give a shit about me?"

"Of course, I do."

"THEN WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF?" Ellie sat in the silence, "I'm not her, you know. Maria… she told me about Sarah-" "-Don't." Joel growled. "Don't say another word."

"I'm sorry about your daughter, Joel. But, I've lost people too."

"You don't know what loss is."

"Everyone I have ever cared for has either left me or died. Except for you and Mom. So, don't tell me I'd be better off with someone else, because the truth is.. I would just be more scared." Ellie froze, realizing she had just called Y/N Mom.

Joel sat on his thoughts. "You're right. You're not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain't your dad. And I'm goddamn sure Y/N isn't your fucking Mom. Now, come dawn, we're going our separate ways."

He turned to leave, but Ellie spoke up just barely, "What about Y/N? Are you just abandoning her, too?"

He stopped, turning around to face the girl again. "Y/N has enough in life that she won't miss us."

And he slammed the door behind him.

Y/N peered out from the doorway of her room with puffy eyes and messy hair. Her voice was soft and concerning, "…Joel?"

He left out a breath at the sound of her voice. "…what."

"Is everything okay? Is Ellie alright?"

"Ellie is just fine. She's leaving in the morning."

She tilted her head, taking another step out into the hall.

But Joel stopped her before she could go too far. "Don't. Just go back to bed."

He wished he wouldn't have seen the tears that filled her eyes as she closed the door once more.

…

The next morning, Y/N sat with Ellie on her bed, helping her pack her things.

"You know," Ellie sighed, "Joel said something about you yesterday… while we were fighting."

Y/N shook her head, "Let's not talk about that. Let's just enjoy what we have left with each other, yeah?"

Ellie nodded, "Alright. I like that."

They continued packing the girl up, trying to make small talk about the trip ahead of her.

"Why are you staying? Why can't you come with me?"

Y/N stood straight, "I'll be extra weight. And… as much as I want to go with you, I can't leave Joel. He needs someone just as much as you do. And you'll have Tommy."

As if on cue, a knock sounded on the bedroom door.

Y/N held her breath to see Joel.

But it was Tommy.

Y/N sighed and helped Ellie carry one of the bags, "Mind if I walk with you guys, Tommy?"

He shook his head, "I'd never mind that."

…

The walk was quiet and awkward.

But what made it worse was the sight at the stables.

Joel was strapping a saddle onto a horse.

Ellie grumbled, "Come to say goodbye or something?"

"No," Joel immediately replied, "I came here to steal one of these horses and go."

Y/N felt her heart drop. He was going to leave her behind like that with no remorse?

"I woulda gave you one." Tommy replied.

"I know." Joel nodded. His gaze finally moved to Y/N and his shoulders slumped just barely, not thinking that she would be there. His gaze quickly shifted from her from the guilt he felt. "Anyway, that was 30 minutes ago and I guess…"

He sighed as he approached Ellie. "You deserve a choice. I still think you'd be better off with Tommy-"

"-Let's go." Ellie replied, throwing her bag at him.

"O…Okay." Joel nodded. He sighed and turned to get the horse.

Y/N grabbed at his sleeve. Her voice was weaker than she would've liked, "What are you doing?"

He did everything he could to avoid her eye contact, "I'm taking Ellie, I guess."

"Bullshit." She reasoned, "You're gonna take me, too. You were gonna wake me up, weren't you? Before we left?"

"We?" Joel asked.

Y/N's mouth fell open and she took a step away from him. "You were… gonna leave me here?"

No one in the stable dared to say a word.

"Listen, I left you a note."

"Fuck your note, Joel Miller."

His jaw clenched. "You don't mean that."

"I fucking do. And fuck you."

"Calm down."

She scoffed and took a few steps back to give herself a moment to breathe. When her breathing went back to normal, so did her tone. "I don't understand."

"You have everything you need, here."

"But, you're not here."

Fuck, he thought. This was gonna be harder than he anticipated.

"No," he reasoned, "But you can have a life here. A good one."

"How many times do I have to say it, Joel?" She pleaded. "I don't want any run-of-the-mill life. I want a life with you. I don't give two shits what we do. You… and Ellie… that's the only family I'll ever need."

If only she knew what she was saying.

Joel fought in his head how to tell her. What to say.

If only he would've left earlier, and she would've woken up to the note.

The note that told her everything.

The one that was sitting on the coffee table in the living room, written in his scribbled handwriting- that note.

The one that said he loved her too much to make her choose. So, he was making the decision for her.

He knew she wouldn't be saying all this if she knew the truth.

But his heart was too damn selfish to tell her.

"Alright." He sighed, "Go pack your shit up. We leave in 30 minutes."

The small shred of happiness that broke through her face only tormented Joel more.

She placed a hand on his chest, "Thank you. Really. Thank you."

But Joel's eyes were looking at Tommy, whose was nodding his head slowly, taking in Joel's decision to hide the truth.

…

Y/N had never ridden a horse until here in Jackson, and she was nowhere near comfortable on one.

Hence, why she was on the back of Joel's.

It was nice to be this close to him. Her arms were wrapped around his waist. She could smell that overwhelming scent of sweat and pine that he could never seem to wash off.

And she knew she made the right choice in pleading.

And Joel knew he made the wrong one.

He knew the second he said okay that he was being self-centered and foolish.

But he could never deny her.

He knew that he would have to hold this secret until they returned to Jackson.

Then she could scream and cry and curse him all she wanted. And turn to her own family.

But he couldn't help but be relieved that he could share just a little more time with her.

…

"Wide right. You're flinchin'." Joel smiled.

"The target's too small," Ellie tried to reason.

"That target is fucking huge," Y/N smiled.

"And I'm not flinching," Ellie continued, "rifles just suck."

"Just give it." Joel muttered.

"Okay, but it doesn't aim right."

Joel smiled with a low hum. "A deep breath in, slow breath out. You squeeze the trigger like you love it. Gentle, steady, nice and slow-"

"-You gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?" Ellie yelled.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, trying to mask her amusement. Ellie caught it and decided to keep pushing, "Is that how he fucking does it?"

It was Joel's turn to laugh as he watched Y/N's entire face turn a bright shade of red.

"Leave her alone," he finally said, still laughing.

"Alright." Ellie sighed, "But this isn't gonna work. It doesn't aim right."

Gunshot.

Perfect shot.

"You. Dick."

Y/N smiled again despite her red cheeks, happy to be with her little family.

She placed her hands on Joel's shoulders and leaned over him, giving him the lightest peck on the cheek.

And he couldn't help but smile, too.

…

"So, I've been thinking," Joel mentioned as they rode through the university, "I don't want a sheep ranch, actually. I mean… if the deal is that I can do anything?"

"Yeah," Ellie said, "That's the deal."

"Well, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer."

Ellie began to laugh.

He turned to her on his horse, "Why is that funny?"

She straightened up on her own, "Well, you gotta sing something now."

"No."

"Oh, Ellie," Y/N smiled, "I've heard him. It's actually pretty decent."

"Really?"

Joel looked over his shoulder at the woman, "Respectfully, sweet girl, shut the hell up. Quit telling the kid stuff."

She laughed loudly, almost falling off of the horse.

…

As they rode through the university in search for the fireflies, they found it to be abandoned.

Each guard station left deserted.

Finally, they tied their horses to trees and decided to take a bit on foot.

He helped Y/N down carefully, "You got your gun?"

She nodded in a worried manner.

They wandered through one of the buildings before hearing a noise.

Joel barely peaked out of the window to see four men wandering outside in search for something.

"Out the back."

The ran as quickly and as quietly as they could towards their horses. But due to their place out in the open, Joel knew they'd have to make a run for it.

"Ready?"

The girls nodded.

He led them out to the horses and began to throw their bags onto the them. But he was distracted.

"JOEL!"

He ducked in time to miss the swing of a baseball bat from one of the men. The bat broke as it hit the tree behind him.

Joel grabbed the man and head butted him harshly before putting him into a chokehold.

The sound of his neck snapping was unmistakable.

Joel dropped the body and turned to the girls to check on them.

Y/N let out a soft breath and put her hands on his chest, "You alright?"

He nodded, letting his fingers go to her hair, "Yeah… yeah?"

"Y/N…" Ellie said quietly.

She turned to look at Ellie and saw the girl's concerned gaze at Joel.

Y/N turned back to Joel and followed his gaze too.

The broken bat handle was protruding from Joel's stomach.

"Oh, fuck…"

Y/N was frozen as she looked back up to his face.

He grunted and took a hold of the handle, pulling it out with a yelp.

"Joel.. get on the horse," Ellie reprimanded.

Y/N saw the other three men approaching at a run, and it spurred her into action.

"Get him on the horse, Ellie!" She yelled.

One they got him on, Y/N pushed Ellie onto her own before getting on Joel's and riding off in the nick of time.

…

While Joel steered the horse, Y/N was holding her hands to the wound from behind.

She was grateful that his body was blocking the sight of his blood on her hands.

"I think we're good," Ellie finally sighed. "Joel.."

Y/N gently pushed against the man, wishing she could see his face, "Joel…?"

His pale body fell from the horse.

Y/N jumped down, as did Ellie.

They kneeled on either side of him.

Only then did Y/N see the bright red on her hands.

The way it colored the white snow around them.

"I can't…" she cried, "I can't do this, Ellie…"

"Fuck!" Ellie yelled as she tried to wake Joel. "Y/N, c'mon. You gotta help."

"I can't, Ellie. I'm not strong enough…."

"Please," Ellie pleaded, "I need you."

Her words immediately struck something in Y/N because she began to move back to Joel with determination.

She couldn't let her only family fall like this.

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sweetiesicheng · 1 year

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lucas - surprise

word count : 655

happy lucas day! if he’s not in the superm comeback, i will sue.

"so i need to use this button and then it'll go there..." you mumbled to yourself while doing homework. you pressed a few buttons and finally got to your answer for one of your homework questions. "okay, perfect," you said and wrote down the answer on a sheet of paper.

music played from your laptop as you worked. you sighed as you continued doing homework that seemed to never end.

as you wrote another answer down, you heard someone knock at your window. you looked over and saw lucas standing on the balcony outside of your window.

you got up from your chair and unlocked the window before pushing it up, meeting the chill temperature. “what are you doing here?" you immediately asked.

he picked up a plastic bag from the emergency exit staircase and handed it to you.

"surprise," he said.

"what is this?" you asked.

"open it," he said. you walked away from the window and lucas climbed inside. he closed and locked the window while you put the bag on your desk. you untied it and found a cake inside.

"why did you buy me a cake?" you asked and looked at him.

"you made it into your dream school!" lucas exclaimed, "since i couldn't come to your graduation party, i thought this was a good idea."

you smiled and hugged him in response, “thank you."

"of course, baby," he replied and both of you kissed. "are you here alone?" he asked.

"yea, my sister went out with her friends," you answered.

"let's eat this. you'll like it," he said and moved your ottoman so he could sit next to you at your desk.

lucas took the cake out with some plastic forks and napkins that were in the bag. he opened the cake box and ripped the box up so the cake was fully exposed.

"it's so pretty," you said to him.

"well, i just had to get the best cake for you. this is a special occasion we're celebrating!" he exclaimed and handed you a fork. "come on, let's eat."

"shouldn't we cut it up?" you asked him.

"it's fine! just eat!" he said and immediately dug into the cake.

you did the same and ate a piece.

"is it delicious?" he asked. you nodded. "see? i told you i got you the best cake,” he said with pride.

"you're so sweet to me," you said and kissed his cheek, "what did i do to deserve you?"

"well, giving me those chocolates was a big help in me liking you," he said and you rolled your eyes.

"don't make me remember that! you know how long it took me to mentally prepare for that valentine's day?" you asked him, recalling the events up until valentine’s day of your freshman year.

"you know that i already knew you had a crush on me, right?" he asked. "it was pretty obvious when you would get shy around me when our group would meet up.”

"shut up," you said and ate some more cake. lucas just laughed and you two continued enjoying the cake. "how are we gonna finish this? this cake is too much for two people," you said to him.

"yea, we probably won't finish it. just bring it to school and we can eat it during lunch," lucas said. "congrats again for getting into the school. i know you had been stressing a lot about it."

"thank you," you replied and lucas leaned against you, "so, we're going to be apart, aren't we?"

"we haven't even finished the year yet, don't say that," lucas said to you. "besides, maybe i'll go to your school."

"you hate school," you said to him.

"you're right, but i'm willing to go if i get to see your beautiful face everyday," he said to you. then, he looked up at you, "love you."

"love you more," you replied and both of you kissed again.

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missmeasured · 2 years

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Happy Halloween! I'm giving out The Stars on the Staircase bonus chapters!

Hello lovely readers! This Halloween I am handing out candy and that candy is three bonus chapters for Stars on The Staircase! I'm gonna put out one per day this weekend and one on Halloween Monday! Read here or on Ao3

Severus/Reader - Explicit

This chapter would fit in after the winter break chapters and before her finals. Without further ado the bonus chapter is below the cut.

Today's chapter is called: Cheering for Daddy

When I heard his alarm clock ring I groaned into my pillow. His alarm only went off on Quidditch Saturdays. I hated Quidditch days. They meant immediately getting up and going to breakfast. Sure, we were up later than a week day but I was still tired and I hated not having my Saturday morning with him.

“Wake up, little nymph. We’ve got to go to Breakfast.” He says after he has been up and moving for a few minutes and I remain motionless.

“Why did you make me stay up so late on a Quidditch night?” I groan.

I was enjoying myself… while forcing you to enjoy yourself.” I can hear his smirk in it even with my eyes closed and my face shoved into a pillow.

“Five orgasms is too many orgasms. I’m exhausted.” I protest.

He grabs me by the hips and pulls me across the bed. I squeal, laughing with surprise and delight as suddenly his lips are right under my ear. “If you stopped making such nice faces and noises during them I wouldn’t be so intent on extracting them from you.”

“I want to sleep here till noon.”

“Well I suppose you could, but then you would miss my team winning, which would make daddy very disappointed.”

“How disappointed?”

“Extremely.”

“I suppose I have no choice then.”

“Up. Dress warm, lots of layers. If you leave early I’ll notice and I will have to come through that fireplace and punish you for every minute the game goes on after you leave.”

“I hate Quidditch…” I mutter as I sit up, looking around for my nightgown.

“I think your clothes are in the sitting room. I’ll get them.”

“Oh yeah… I forgot that it started out there.”

“I’m offended.”

“About?”

“You're forgetting the first one, on the sofa.”

“Severus, I remember it now, but I got a little foggy on details after three.”

“Three was a very very… good one.” He acquiesced as he returned with my clothing. I didn’t feel like getting dressed twice so I shrugged into the oversized cardigan without putting clothes on underneath, holding all the rest of my clothes in my arms and putting on the slippers I had worn.

As I collected my socks, panties still damp from last night and jammed them into my pockets I saw him smirking at me. “Yes?” I inquire at his gaze.

“You look so naughty like that.” He pulls my rumpled clothes out of my arms, making me spin in my cardigan, which barely covers all my private places. Not that they need covering from him. I’m fairly sure he has seen every inch. The more I try to hide my body from him the more he becomes intent to explore. He pulls me in and we hug, his hands rubbing my back. One slides down to squeeze my halfway exposed rear end. “See you at breakfast.” He says into my hair before he leaves the hug and is out the door.

Alone, I consider the amount of punishment I would receive if I climbed back into this bed. How mad could he be if he came back to find me still naked and waiting for him? I weighed the options and decided I would rather not find out if he would be upset.

I went through the fireplace to my room. I choose my clothes with sleepy eyes, throwing a silent tantrum inside my head at being vertical when I wanted so badly to be horizontal. I chose three sweaters to layer on, and wool tights with wool socks over them that went up to my knees. I throw my outer cloak and a plaid wool blanket in my house colours into a bag and shuffled out to find my friends and go to breakfast.

On the way down to the pitch I can already tell the weather is going to be absolutely miserable. It’s snowing, practically blizzarding but it’s Slytherin versus Gryffindor and both of those heads of house are too proud to ask the other to call it off because of the weather.

Both of my close girlfriends have boys they have begun dating. I’m already a fifth wheel by the time we leave the doors to the castle. I look for Severus and I can’t see him anywhere on the path down to the pitch, he’s probably alerady checking in with his team.

That’s when I hear Flitwick behind us. I spin and crane my neck to see him. He is boring some poor girl to tears. I can see her face as she searches hopelessly for friends that she is losing rapidly as she keeps stride with Flitwick. I excuse myself from my friends and cut in, allowing the auburn haired girl who had been stuck with him to flee as I purposefully interrupt their conversation.

I have a plan I need Flitwick for. I choose my question carefully. Something that he can talk about at length and I have supplementary questions to keep him going should he be brief. My goal is to keep him talking all the way down the path. When we reach the stands if he isn’t done speaking there is a little chance he will ask me to come sit with him in the teacher’s box.

I am squealing with internal delight as Flitwick talks and talks all the way up to the teacher’s box. When we get up there it’s fairly full already but there is a quite noticeable space on either side of the two in the front row, Snape and McGonagall. Probably no one wishes to sit beside the rivals as things may get heated in spite of the whipping cold wind. Someone had put up a charm to keep it off slightly.

Flitwick gets sidelined by Sprout and tells me to choose seats. I am quick as a bunny down those steps and onto the bench beside Severus. “Hello daddy, fancy meeting you here.” I send him mentally as I take my seat.

Severus turns and takes me in as Flitwick sits down on my other side, continuing where he left off about the duration of charms spells that come from single words as opposed to chanted verses. “How have you managed this? You calculating little minx.”

“It’s quite simply done, I just asked Filius a question I knew he could not answer completely between the door of the castle and the pitch.”

“You are very devious, darling.”

“I only come to matches because you want me to. If I must cheer for daddy I want to do so at his side.”

Professor Sprout wanted to sit beside Filius and the space is limited so now there is a great shuffle down the plank of wood. It is at this point that I am both happily pressed against my lover and unhappily finally noticed by McGonagall.

“Professor Snape, did you bring a guest to the match today? I did not see her before now.”

“No, she's mine Minerva. We are having a rather fascinating discussion about charms, didn’t want to cut it short.” Filius leaned out to inform.

“Does that mean you intended to talk through the game, Filius?” Snape asked in his usual tone of disapproval. Gods, sometimes when he came over all stern and monotone I just wanted to climb into his lap. I’m never quite sure what is wrong with me that the more severe he is the more I get all wound up by him.

“Don’t worry, Severus. I will keep it brief.” Flitwick titters.

“Unlikely.” Minerva mutters.

Sprout is producing a flask and pouring liquid into small cups. I’m told to pass them down the line. As I turn to Severus to pass to them he says “What on earth is this, Pomona?” Severus takes them and passes one to McGonagall.

“For warmth!” Sprout answers.

“What the devil is in it?” Minerva is sniffing it cautiously.

“Does it matter? Just something I whipped up. I don't have an ingredients list for you ingrates.” She answers, Filius has downed his already and is motioning for a refill.

“It matters. I’m not having this debate again.” Severus eyed it suspiciously, dipped a fingertip and licked it. “Minevera I think it’s almost all whiskey. Drink at your own peril. You know how she likes her plant additives in drinks that would be fine without tampering.”

“I’m drinking it, but if I end up in the hospital wing I will not be amused.” Minerva warns before downing hers.

Severus hands his cup back to me. “I’ll pass, thank you.” He announces.

I try to hand it to Filius who motions to me that I should drink it with quiet mischief.

“Filius, I saw that.” Minerva barks from the other end of the bench.

“They are no fun, those two.” Filius whispers conspiratorially. I would tend to disagree. I think Severus is plenty of fun. You just wouldn’t know it to look at him. I visit the memory of being tied up last night, vibration driving me near mad and his sparingly applied fingers driving me slowly towards my fourth climax in a game only he seems to know the rules to. I certainly had fun. I had had so much fun I had to beg to stop having it so very much.

“You had better lock those thoughts up, little nymph.”

“Or what? I’ll be dreadfully bored during the game if I don’t think about something.”

“Think about Slytherin winning.”

“What makes you happier: Slytherin winning at Quidditch or our Friday nights?”

“Don’t make me choose.”

“I am offended.”

“Oh don’t be. They are mine and as I take pride in them, you are mine and I take pride in you. You both bring me joy in different ways.”

“Awe that was awfully sentimental, Severus.”

“I don’t think it’s overly sappy to acknowledge that you put me in a good mood, pet. It's only a fact, you can’t paint it with some emotional brush.”

“I make you proud?”

“Oh Merlin, what have I done?”

“Said too much, I’m afraid. I'll be incorrigible. Smug with your pride. I think I’ve begun to crawl under all that black and get under your skin too.” At first I think he is distracted from our conversation by the beginning of the game but then his hand finds mine under my blanket and gives it a squeeze. I have to bite back my grin. I fight to either pay attention to the game or to Filius.

I see why people had left the seats beside Severus and Minerva as a last choice. They are up and down constantly, to cheer or to yell as the case may be. The blanket I had spread over my lap is constantly being accidentally tugged off or else sat on. I’m only annoyed because I only just get accustomed to his warmth and then he is jumping up to see a call made by the referee in better detail or worse to fight with McGonagall about something. It is clear there is friendship underneath their competitive streaks; only friends would be so comfortable with the kind of insults they throw at each other with a smile.

When they launch themselves up again to peer down over the edge of the tower to see a call below I sigh a little and rub the right side of my body as it feels suddenly cold. “Can you stay still? I need your warm.”

“Darling I would happily let you sit under my cloak with me if things were different.”

“On your lap?”

“Even in a world where we could freely be seeing each other, that would be bold.”

“It’s just where I want to be.”

“I’ve called you mouse before but really you have the personality of a lap cat.”

“I like nothing more than to curl up in your lap and be scratched behind the ears.”

“As I recall, this morning someone was complaining about being scratched a little too much behind the ears. Yet now you seem eager to get back in my lap?”

“If the choices are to be petted or watch Quidditch the choice is easy.”

The weather gets worse and worse. It is positively blizzarding at an hour into the game and the score has tied off at 120 for each team. Both heads of house are loath to be the one to suggest that maybe they take the tie as a moment to suggest a rematch or cancellation. The stands start to empty out as the weather gets progressively nastier and the game stays staunchly at that tie. When Flickwick announces his lack of interest in remaining “Well, my dear shall we head back together?”

“No, I’m sort of invested in the outcome now.” I lie. I glance at Severus, who is looking at the pitch, I catch McGonagall raising an eyebrow as I tell Filius I’d like to stay.

With half the staff gone, it makes no sense for me to stay plastered against him except that he is warm and the idea of sitting on the bench already gone cold where Filius had left was not appealing. A few minutes later I look around us and find that Severus, Minerva, and I are in fact the only ones in this stand at all. Then the tie gets broken in Gryffindor’s favour.

“We should call this off, the weather is too dangerous.” Minerva suggests as the play winds up again.

“You are just trying to keep that ten point lead.” Severus accuses light heartedly.

“We can just rematch, I don’t give a fig for the ten points.” Minerva insists.

“You are scared we are about to get the snitch you know my seeker is better than yours when it comes down to it.” The Head of Slytherin teases her.

“Severus, this is ridiculous! I can barely see the quaffle let alone a snitch!” Just as she said it the score tied up again. They looked at each other stiffly.

“Alright. Rematch.” Severus conceded.

They used to sonorus charm to announce the rematch. Minerva turns to us and flicks her eyes between us. “I’ll leave you to walk your… companion back to school.” McGonagall announced before walking up the steps and beginning her descent to the field level.

“I’m sorry your team didn’t get to add a victory to its record today.” I tell Severus.

“You stayed till the end like I asked you.”

“I did.”

“Let’s go.” He stands and takes my hand, leading me down the stairs of the pitch tower. We only make it down two landings when I find myself pushed against the wall. Snogging him in places other than his bedroom makes my heart race. The blanket I had in my hands seems to be on the ground. Had my arms fallen slack as he pulled my face up to his? I chide myself for being so helpless when he turned his attention to me.

When Severus kissed me it was always so exact. I would follow his lead. He used his tongue very sparingly and usually to great effect. To say it surprised me when he kissed me so deeply here of all places would be an understatement. Blood went rushing to my core as he took possession of my mouth in this cold wooden stairwell.

I was having one of those moments where I felt like I was such a slut for him. As his kiss made me turn into an easily seduced mess, already wet for him again when I had had so much pleasure last night. I should be fully sated, why does he have this effect on me?

Minerva interrupted us with a throat clearing. We broke apart hastily, caught red lipped, so to speak. She was above us on the stairs somehow. “Sorry to interrupt, Severus, but your Captain has asked to speak with you. I ascended up by magic to retrieve you in case you were distracted and I find I was correct to have done so.” That’s why we hadn’t heard her coming, she must have magically ascended up through the central column of the stairwell. She smirks knowingly and walks down past us. “Really Severus, you’re as bad as the students, snogging in a stairwell…” She tuts as she makes her way down once more.

He turns back to me, I’m still trapped against the wall. “Meet me in my room shortly. I’m not done with you.” He instructs before leaving me breathless with one last kiss and then he is gone, his footsteps so fast down the stairs I lean over the railing and watch the trails of his black cloak as he winds his way quickly down the tower.

I awkwardly catch up to McGonagall as I make my up to the school. She invites me to join her bubble blocking the snow storm I gratefully step in, with some amount of discomfort as she had just caught Severus and I making out aggressively.

“How are things?” She asks after a few moments of silent walking.

“Good.” I answer by wrote, without thinking about anything overmuch.

“I meant specifically with you and our potion’s master.”

“I was including him in my assessment.” I laugh uncomfortably.

“With honesty, I confess I do not want any details but I do want to make sure everything is…”

“Professor, let me save you the awkward sentence and say I believe we are all good, on the fronts of secrecy, him treating me right and also in the realm of pregnancy prevention. Is that the bulk of it?” I ask.

“Yes, I suppose those are the main points I should check in with you about. The only other being are you still happy with your situation?”

“Yes. Quite.”

“Are you very sure? I can put an end to it if you are not comfortable.”

“I am very comfortable, Professor. At least, when I’m with him I am. Do you know what it’s like to age up and be confined to live with teenagers at all hours?”

“Well I have lived with students for some number of decades but I suppose I have at least my own quarters and the staff room for refuge. Are they driving you mad?”

“Only the boys. I find I can still talk to my friends well enough but the boys seem to be children to me now.”

“The curse of their sex, I’m afraid. Eternally childish.” She smiles.

“How are you, Professor?” I ask her back.

“Well… I am quite well. I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

“Well… in honesty over the last few years I had become very close friends with one person in particular. He has been a little distracted this year with someone else.” She glances sidelong at me.

“Oh… Severus?”

“Yes. I’m only kidding with you really, it’s not like I ever really notice his absence. I haven’t the foggiest idea when you two see each other, it's just that when he is present he is often somewhere else in his mind.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, don't apologise, dear. At the very least I catch him smiling. I never used to see him smiling apropos of nothing. Nowadays he is so frequently smiling at something or other in his head that I can’t bring myself to be angry about the two of you. He needed something to bring him back to the land of the living, when he first started teaching it was like we had another ghost on staff. He was so vacant. He has come around these past ten years but it’s only now I am starting to realise which parts of him were still missing.”

“Really?”

“Yes. He is quite changed. I only hope he will not miss you when you are gone.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“What are you two talking about in there?” We turn, in the wind, outside the charm is Severus. His cloak and hair whipping about in the storm, he has caught up to us and the teams are down the path a piece.

“The weather.” Minerva says as she casts off the charm when we cross the threshold of the courtyard. Severus looks us both over suspiciously. We move briskly over to the doors and get inside as soon as possible. We are all chilled to the bone.

“I look forward to the rematch, Minerva.” He nods. “If you are done chatting I’m going to steal this one. See you at dinner.” He pulls me away and I watch Minerva’s disapproving face as he takes my hand in far too public a place and guides me toward the stairs to the dungeon.

As we pass the Slytherin common room we can hear the post quidditch party happening as if it was a victory even though it had been declared a tie, and most of the spectators had come in to break into the butterbeer long before the game was called off.

We are barely through his sitting room door before I am being kissed again. When I finally extricate my lips I ask “Is it the fresh air or something else making you act like this?”

“Why must you always question me when I’m affectionate? Is it not enough to be wanted so desperately? You must force me to say how happy you make me?” He asks.

“It’s pleasant to know the reasons someone feels such urgency to kiss you. Or to take my hand in front of McGonagall when I could have gone to my room and floo’d here without her knowing.”

“Please. She just caught us kissing like a couple of hormonal teenagers. The hand holding was nothing.”

“It was a very public location, dearest professor.”

“Somedays I like you being my little secret and others I am inexplicably eager to have you known to be mine.”

“We can’t.”

“I’m well aware. I was just getting Minerva’s hackles up. If I can’t beat her at Quidditch I can rub her fur the wrong direction.”

“A very Slytherin thing to say.”

“I am Head of Slytherin, pet.”

“I am well aware.”

“Are you?” His lip curls with something, he steps toward me.

“Yes.” I breathe.

“Well… Take off your cloak, you are staying a while.” He reaches out his hand for it.

“I am?” I toy with the clasp, not breaking eye contact.

“Yes.” His fingers twitch as I fumble with it.

“Well… As you wish.” I hand it over. He throws it over the back of the sofa.

“I’ll take that jumper as well.” He steps toward me again.

I swallow hard. I pull that wool garment over my head and hand it over, stepping backward.

He advances a single step again. “The next sweater too, Miss.”

I find myself swallowing hard as I unbutton it and try to separate it from my under layers, it sparks as the fibres pull against each other in the cold dry winter air. When I give it over it I accidentally shock him too as I give it.

“You and your sparks…” he breathes.

“Mine? I would tend to call them… ours.” I step away again, unsure where I am planning on going in this very small sitting room. Is he going to chase me around the sofa?

The hand comes out again. “That one too.”

“I will be cold.” I argue.

“I will warm you. Hand. It. Over.” I peel off the last one. I am left in nothing but a lace bra. The cold dungeon air makes my nipples hard as soon as it swirls around my mostly naked torso, or maybe it’s from him. His words, his games. How would I ever know? I try to hand it to him but he is a little out of my reach. I give my ground to put it in his hand and he is quick, too quick as he takes my wrist and pulls me into him. His freezing, snow covered cloak chills my flesh and I yelp and try to pull back.

“Undo my cloak, pet.” He instructs. I shiver and do it, unclasping him and reaching up to shove it off his shoulders. I throw it onto the sofa with everything else. He is staring at me and I stare back, I take his scarf as well.

“What about this?” I run my fingers over his cassock, fingers trailing over the column of buttons and stopping where the top of his trousers kissed the lowest button.

“Take off the rest of yours, then you may take mine.”

I move over and sit in his reading chair, take off my boots, the long wool socks coated in snow, the wool tights and at last the skirt. In my undergarments I stood again, flinching as I stepped on chunks of snow from my socks. “Are you sure?” I ask as I approach. “It’s the middle of the day what if-”

“I am not opening this door for anything less than an accidental decapitation.” He promises. As I start his buttons his cold hands come up to my back and slide down my body, making me shiver. When I undo the cuff of his cassock, a necessary step I had learned, in order to actually get it off of him, his other hand slips between my thighs and squeezes my leg, high enough that he is brushing my knickers but barely touching me. My breath goes shakey.

When I’m done with the ones on the first wrist I have to reach down and wrap my hands around his wrist between my legs to reach the ones on the other wrist. I accidentally pull him up and he touches my knickers. “Naughty. Not yet.” He scolds, smacking me on the behind with his other hand. He moves a way to sit on the sofa on top of all of our discarded clothing. “My boots, darling.”

I kneel to untie them. There is snow on the rug and I try to brush it out of the way before I have to be on it but he says “Is my little princess going to melt if snow touches her sensitive knees?” He is being sarcastic and when I look up at him I can tell he is just playing the impatient master. There are no teeth in it.

“I will endeavour to persevere.” I tell him with a hint of cheek. His hand comes down and palms the side of my face before curling those fingers under my chin and making me look up at him.

“You’ve braved the cold on my orders for hours already, surely you can take a few moments more for me.” I nod, and when his thumb crosses over my lips I lick it playfully. He surprises me by sliding it into my mouth. I close my lips around it and suck him gently. He inhales sharply and withdraws it. “Boots, my little minx. One thing at a time.” He scolds.

As I successfully remove each one I get a showering of snow over my bare legs. I can’t help but hiss and brush it off me. I’ve barely removed the second one when he is pulling me up by the elbows to kiss him again. I lean in, unbuttoning his shirt while we kiss. My hands find the top of his trousers and he releases me.

I unbutton them slowly, looking at him waiting for him to boss me around some more. It pet him through his drawers for a long few seconds before I reach in to retrieve him. His flesh here feels so hot against my hand. I grasp him tightly, there is a glistening wetness at the tip and I bend to lick it off.

He is quietly panting as I lick him in different places. I keep looking up for reassurance. It’s been over a month since the first and only time he let me do this. I worry that I am not good at it, but he is kind of moaning as his hand pets my hair. I barely take him in my mouth when he groans and says “I need you too badly to take this kind of attention.”

I don’t take him out of my mouth yet. “I came a lot last night. You can come this way today.” As I sink as low as I can on his cock.

“Precious one, stop.” He whimpers. I do as he asks, rising away from him.

“If I’m bad at it, you could tell me-”

“You’re not, dearest. I just need you in another way right now.”

“Which way?”

“Bent over the sofa arm. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Indulge me.”

“Don’t I always?” I ask, standing and moving around to the side of the sofa, still a little put off that he wanted me to stop. I wish he would just tell me what it is I am doing wrong with my mouth.

He stands and follows me pushing me down between my shoulder blades as his cock nudges into the backs of my thighs. He pulls my knickers down my legs and I step out of them. “Let’s see, are you ready for me?” He asks before finding my entrance with his fingers. I groan as he easily slides into me. “I knew it. You say you are sated and yet, here you are dripping wet for me yet again.” He fingers me while he says it and I can’t help but moan at his words and his touch as usual.

I get the fleeting wonderance of what on earth I would have thought if I had known in my earlier years as his student that one day he would grab my hand and our lives would take this very strange turn. That I would feel like an instrument specially tuned for Professor Snape’s skilled playing. He never failed to make me positively hum in bliss and it was almost disconcerting the way he knew how to press my buttons. I had to frequently remind myself that he had spent several weeks hearing my every thought and if that doesn’t give a man a leg up on understanding his lover, what would? Still, there were times, like now, I wondered how much of it just came from inside him. How did he know that the mere act of telling me to undress him would make me all desperate for him.

Suddenly it was the head of his cock pressing into my entrance instead of those skilled fingers and I found my soreness from last night hardly registered as I was prodded open. One of his hands slid up my neck and into my hair, pulling it by the roots and making me moan as he pulled back. The other hand wrapped around under me and teased my clit as he worked his way into me.

“You see, darling. As much as I would love to come in your beautiful mouth.” He said as he thrust forward, slamming in deep and making me gasp in pleasure. “I might not be able to do this for the rest of the week.” He said, withdrawing and slamming home again in between sentences. “Given the choice.” Oh. Please.Yes. “I would rather listen to you come.” Oh. Fuck. Merlin. “It pleases me more.” Full. So Very Full . “To feel you go pieces around my cock.” Daddy. Please. Yes . “I hear those thoughts, little nymph. Say them outloud.” He demands.

When I first open my mouth nothing but noises fall out. He is fucking me so throughly I can’t even make my mouth form words. “Tell daddy what you’re feeling.” He purrs.

“So good.” I managed to squeak out some english.

“Are you going to come for me?” He asks. Clearly I cannot elaborate as much as he would maybe like me to.

“Yes.” I whimper. “Yes, yes….oh. Fuck. Daddy I’m- I’m gonna.” my phrase breaks up as I reach that peak and he is groaning in my ear and filling me with his orgasm and falling down against me, both of us over the arm of the sofa. I am crushed by the weight of him and yet I don’t mind. I am only now aware of how many freezing water droplets of melted snow are on the cloak I have fallen onto.

I feel my legs shaking, under him. With his weight on me he is so deeply embedded inside me and his twitching cock makes me shudder anew. He still has a hand in my hair and he turns my head so he is panting into my ear, his lips kissing my neck. “Shall we go warm up in the bath together, pet?” He whispers eventually.

I agree as I always do and soon enough we are in his bathtub, my head happily reclined on his chest. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall asleep on you.” I yawn on the last few words as if saying out loud brought my body’s attention to it.

“Don’t you go falling asleep on me and trapping me in the tub. Think how pruned I will get waiting for you to wake up.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with waking me up this morning.” I say sarcastically.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with staying up late last night.” He teased back.

“McGonagall told me you two are fairly close.”

“Over the years I suppose a certain trust has developed between us. A tentative understanding that we are intelligent and the rest of the staff are best decided on a case by case basis.” He jokes.

“I think you didn’t want to tell her about us in the beginning because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You were more worried about what she would think of you than Albus.” I speculate out loud, and because I don’t have to face him I am more bold than I would be otherwise.

“Well she found us anyway, didn’t she.” He murmurs. He is avoiding answering, something I’ve started mentally tracking because at first I didn’t notice his deflections. He was a master of distraction I had come to learn.

“Well it seems like she still thinks of you as a friend...” I lead.

“Is that what she said to you?” He asks.

“She said she’s happy to see you happy.”

“Mmhmm” he hums into my ear and his hands slide around my body. I do not take the bait of his distraction.

“Are you?” I prod.

“Am I what?”

“Happy?”

“I’ve never really felt qualified to say…” He says quietly. “I suppose I am happier than I was. But- There are times I feel just as miserable as ever, worse even.”

“I make it worse?” I ask.

“No. I make it worse. Worrying about old troubles in addition to worrying about you.”

“What are you worrying about me for?”

“For example, in moments like this I worry I am isolating you from your friends and that at some point you will be missing one too many times and it will drive a wedge into your friendships and make things hard for you. You need more friends than just me.”

“I think you might be my best friend, Severus.” I admit, closing my hands over his around my belly. “Is that…” I’m not sure how to finish, too much, too weird?

He kisses the top of my head. “Shall we get matching jewellery or tattoos?” he asks, nibbling under my ear at the end of the question making me smile and flinch as it kind of tickles.

“What else do you worry about me for?”

“Don’t make me list it you will think me quite mad”

“But I want to tell you to stop worrying about the things and how do I know what to tell you to stop worrying about if you don’t tell me the things?”

“Suffice it to say that I shall not cease to worry even if I gave you an itemised list and you responded in a long form essay. So we are about as well off not having the conversation as having it.”

“Deflecting…”

“Well it’s time to get out.”

“Capital D deflecting.” I say as I stand and drip.

“Maybe I should worry that you’ll lose friends not from spending too much time with me but by annoying them with personal questions.” He tries to pass this off as teasing sarcasm and it fails. I hear the real feeling behind it too clearly.

“Didn’t mean to annoy you, Sev.” I mutter, shrugging into a bathrobe and leaving the room. He catches me just before I put floo powder into his fireplace.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He tries in his usual imperious tone but I can see through it right now.

“I’ll give you some space… I didn’t mean to-” I am trying not to be hurt but it’s ot working. I figure escape is better than confronting him.

“Did I say I want that? No, what I want is for you to come to bed because you and I are going to have a little nap together before dinner.”

“What if someone needs you?”

“I tell them I’m unwell. I would rather spend time with you.” He smiles, drawing me away from the fireplace. He pulls back the bedding and steers me into the bed, bathrobe and all. “To revisit our conversation before I turned back into the grumpy bastard everyone else well remembers I am. Yes. You make me happy. I am grateful to have your friendship” He gets in the bed and kneels on top of me and kisses me, his hair drips a little on me, he dried it so hastily.

“I’m sorry. I know I can be so closed off about things. I hear myself being a prick and I can’t quite help it, I’m not used to someone caring enough to ask. Forgive me, will you darling? It was not my intention to hurt your feelings.” He pulled my hand to his lips, kissed my knuckles and slipped his fingers inside the arm of my robe, touching the sensitive underside of my arm so lightly and delicately that I smile at this small affection.

“I will forgive you if you are the big spoon for our nap.” I offer.

“When have I ever not been the big spoon?” He asks as he slips in beside me.”Come here my little teaspoon and you can finally have your nap you have been griping about.”

I settle in with a smile. I don’t think I even sleep during our nap, I just bask in being tucked into his warmth and appreciate the time he has found for this Saturday snuggle.

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Fates Intertwined-Ch.2

"Haha! Nice water trick, Paige!" Gregory laughed as he and the other kids sat at the beach.

Paige grinned, "why, thank you, Gregory." "No fair!" Marley exclaimed with a pout, "you're Poseidon's Succesor! You control water!"

"I'm not his only Successor, Marley," Paige chuckled. "And yet he treats you like his favorites," Natalia said with a smirk.

Paige rolled her eyes and the others snickered. She looked towards the sunset and smiled.

"I want this to last," she said softly.

Paige slowly opened her eyes and she felt her face was wet with tears. She sat up and rubbed her face, sniffling a little.

"Get a grip," she said softly, "you're gonna be okay." She got up and walked into the kitchen.

She decided to turn on the tv as she made herself some breakfast.

"In other news, there have been incidents of teenagers disappearing," the reporter said, "either during a thunderstorm or in the middle of the night. Police are investigating as best as they can."

Paige frowned as she made pancakes and scrambled eggs. She didn't want to think about it. She really didn't.

She closed her eyes and took a breath before she let it out. She fiddled with a necklace. It was a Trident.

She hadn't taken it off since she left Olympus.

Once she finished making breakfast, she made herself a plate and started eating as she changed the channel.

Whatever was playing served as white noise as she continued eating.

She looked through her phone again but after a few moments, she set it down and she set her plate aside. She bounced her leg, clasping her hands together.

Paige didn't know why yesterday was near the front of her mind. She didn't know why Fenrir had suddenly shown up but she dreaded the fact that it was about her.

She gripped her pant legs, her eyes glinting sea green. She glanced at the sink as she heard the pipes creak.

She narrowed her eyes before she closed them and exhaled as her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

There was a knock at the door and she tensed up. She looked at the door and stared at it.

She sure as hell wasn't expecting anyone, let alone a package.

She slowly got up.

"Paige."

She felt her blood turn cold as she recognized Fenrir's voice. She silently but quickly hurried into her bedroom.

She pulled open her drawers and hurriedly through the clothes before she pulled out a light gray and white sword.

She put it in the scabbard and grabbed a backpack. She had filled it with clothes and food that she needed in case she would take a long needed trip.

'Thank gods I thought this through before,' she thought. She quickly opened the window and climbed out onto the staircase.

The door broke open as Fenrir and two other teenagers, Alexander Maloney and Sullivan Jumper, stormed into the room.

Fenrir narrowed his eyes and he looked at his companions, "search the room. She could be hiding."

The two nodded and went to the bedroom.

Sullivan looked around before he noticed the open window and he cursed. "Fenrir, she went out the window!"

Fenrir growled, "let's go!"

Paige ran down the street, panting heavily. She didn't know where she was going at first but she knew she had to get away from the Successors of Ares.

"Out of the way!" "Move!"

Out the corner of her eye, she saw Fenrir, Alexander and Sullivan.

Looking forward, she sped up her gait and turned thr corner. She quickly climbed up the fence.

"Paige!"

She whipped her head to see Fenrir, Sullivan and Alexander slowly coming towards her.

'Keep running! Don't stop! RUN!' A voice screamed in her mind. She narrowed her eyes.

"What do you want?" She growled.

"Well... it's not what we want," Fenrir said, "but it's what Zeus wants. And what he wants is for you to come home."

"Zeus can kiss my ass," Paige snapped and Sullivan nearly tensed when thunder rumbled in the distance. Alexander frowned at the girl, "don't make this difficult."

Paige's eyes glowed sea green and water slammed into Fenrir, sending him flying into Sullivan.

Paige jumped down on the other side and took off running. But she didn't get very far when a searing pain rushed through her leg. She stumbled forward and looked at her leg. There was a cut on the side of it. Blood ran down her leg and she saw a golden spear.

"Bullseye," Sullivan smirked. Paige growled before she looked around and she quickly limpef out into another part of the city.

She exhaled sharply and she hurried over to a nearby car.

She hid behind it and gripped at her leg. She felt tears sting her eyes and she gritted her teeth. She knew she wasn't going to get anywhere unless she needed to use her powers.

Paige looked at her hands before she pushed herself to her feet and ran forward. She ran into an alleyway and held her breath. The sounds of cars rushing by filled her ears and she clenched her eyes shut tight.

She slowly opened her eyes, darkness filling the edges of her vision. The last thing she saw was a nineteen year old boy coming towards her.

A ten year old Paige sat on the steps, fiddling with a small dagger. Footsteps walked up beside her.

"You should not be playing with that," a voice said and she looked up at Poseidon.

He had ivory skin, raven black hair and bright sea green eyes. He wore a silk robe decorated with golden and sea green swirls that reminded Paige of the waves of the sea.

"Sorry but I wasn't playing," Paige said. The God sat down beside her, "did one of Athena's Successors give that to you?"

"Mmmaybe?" She said with a nervous smile. Poseidon raised an eyebrow and he held his hand out to her.

She pouted and delicately placed the dagger in his palm.

"How am I supposed to defend myself if you won't let me train like the Successors of Ares or Artemis?" She asked.

"Your time will come when you reach the age of nineteen, Paige," Poseidon said in a fatherly tone and he gently rubbed her head.

"Trust me," he said.

Paige slowly came to and her eyes scanned the room. It was a living room. She sat up and saw the nineteen year old boy in the kitchen.

She tensed up as she watched him. He had blonde hair and porcelain skin.

He paused and glanced at her. "If I was going to hurt you, I would have left you in that alleyway, Paige," he said.

Paige frowned, "Jamisen." He smiled, his blue eyes glinting in the light.

"How long has it been since you left?" He asked as he walked over and sat down.

"Two years," she replied quickly, looking away. She couldn't meet his eyes. Or rather... she didn't want to.

Jamisen Matthews was one of Apollo's best Successors. And he was an incredibly devoted healer. He had learned from the God of Healing himself and most of the Successors back on Olympus envied him.

Especially Amarys Sumner, Successor of Artemis.

While Paige had been around, she had known that the two rarely got along. They were always seen glaring at each other. And it was strange, seeing them despise each other considering they were the Successors of the two Godly Twins.

Jamisen looked at Paige, "...more will come. I told Gregory and the others."

Paige looked at him in shock.

"They miss you a lot," he said softly. Paige stared at him before she looked away and wiped her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.

It hurt now, to remember the ones she had made a home with. The ones who were always there with her in every moment.

She lowered her head, feeling the guilt settle in her chest. Jamisen reached out and placed his hand over hers.

"They don't blame you for anything in the slightest," he said, "they're worried about you."

Paige looked at him before she hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest.

He hugged her back.

She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she clutched at him. She didn't want to let go.

'Why...? Why am I crying? I don't have the right,' she thought bitterly as she sobbed against his chest, 'I left... I left.'

Jamisen rubbed her back in comfort before he looked at the door as there was a knock. Paige looked at it, her shoulders tensing up.

"Jamisen?"

The blonde walked over and opened it. Gregory looked at Paige and he smiled, "hey, you."

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Not too long later, Gaius Grieves revealed himself. Your little trio watched as Robert discreetly put a gun to his back and started talking. You weren't close enough to decipher what he said. Once he started moving your team got the cue to follow. However, everyone stopped in their tracks once soldiers were spotted.

"I thought Milton was supposed to be our lookout," you muttered as the soldiers started speaking Spanish to the patrons in the club.

As the soldiers got more aggressive in their search for Americans, Robert turned to Cleo.

"All right," Robert motioned to Grieves. "Take him out through the back, all right? Find my coordinates in the pad and meet me in half an hour," he ordered while handing Abner a gun.

"What?"

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, but-"

"Go."

Cleo hesitated before grabbing Grieves.

"Let's go."

As you were leading your small group to the back entrance, you heard Robert yell out, "Hey, calm down! There's no need to disturb everyone's night."

You could faintly hear Flag speak up as you found a door marked Solo Empleados.

"This way."

Unfortunately the door you opened was the dressing room for the dancers. You heard Abner say, "Oh, God," before a stumbling sound and a gun being handled. You briefly looked back to see Abner holding Grieves at gun pointing and ordering him to "Move it!"

Damn. That was a little hot.

Pushing your way through the dancers and out the door, you let out a small gasp at the soldier standing in front of you. Cleo, ever the quick thinker, used her device to have a rat crawl down his throat.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side."

You eventually made your way outside in an alley. Milton jogged over once he caught sight of you four.

"Your equipment manipulates animal behavior, clever," Grieves spoke out. "I'm working on something similar with humans."

"Be quiet, please."

"You are perceivably panicked. I'm guessing that you are not the alphas of this battalion."

"Do you want a dozen angry rodents crawling up your ass?" Cleo snapped.

"My answer might not be what you expect."

"Disgusting," you commented as Abner ushered Grieves to move.

You quickly made your way into the van. Milton took the driver's seat, Abner sat in the middle across from Grieves who still had a gun pointed at him, and you and Cleo took a seat in the back by Nanaue.

"Hello, friends!"

"Hi, yes, hello to you too, Nanaue," you said before pointing at Grieves. "Nom nom this man if I give the word."

"Okay!"

Cleo rummaged through DuBois bag before handing you the coordinate pad he spoke of earlier. Was that a picture of his daughter you saw? You couldn't get a good look since Cleo zipped up the bag. Coordinates in hand, you made your way back up the front to give Milton directions.

"Oh ho ho, what's this?" Grieves smuggly declared. You were too busy paying attention to the road to hear him.

"What's what?"

"I saw that little look you gave to your teammate."

"There was no look," Abner denied.

"Ah, but there was. How are you going to pretend you weren't just looking at their ass as they passed? You seem to have a school boy crush."

"Abner has a crush?" Cleo entered the conversation.

"No!"

Grieves laughed before answering Cleo. "You seem to have forgotten that I study people for a living, and I am very good at my job."

"Pet pet and Polky?" Nanaue piped up from the back.

"No! No Pet pet and Polky," Abner said with exasperation. However, upon looking at you and seeing how captivating you looked under the flashing lights of the street lamps, he followed it up with defeated, "Okay, maybe Pet pet and Polky."

"Dios mío!" Cleo exclaimed before she was hurriedly shushed. They both looked over to see if you heard.

"Okay, now take a right onto this street."

You did not.

"I'm happy for you, Abner."

"You seem to have forgotten you are on a mission. This isn't some little girl's slumber party."

Cleo slapped Grieves over the back of the head as Abner seemed to remember that he had a gun in his hand.

"Be quiet."

"Is- is that them?"

The team all looked at you as they looked out the window. Following your gaze, it landed on an upside down armored vehicle in a ditch.

"Of course it is, who else would be dumb enough," you sighed.

Milton slowly approached the area and parked the van. As soon as it stopped you jumped out to see if they were still there. Turns out you didn't have to wait long; the back door unlocked to reveal your three teammates scuffed but otherwise unharmed.

You wouldn't admit it but you felt relieved.

"All right," Robert grunted. "Let's go to Jotunheim."

"Nope. There's somethin' we gotta take care of first."

"What?"

Rick sighed out, "As much as it pains me to say, we gotta get Harley Quinn."

"Harley who?"

"Quinn. She was on Team 1 with me. Now that I know where she is, we gotta go get her."

"Fuck no."

"Come on, man." They made their way back into the van after you. "She's a valuable asset."

"I said no."

"Don't make me get Waller into this."

Robert thought for a moment. "Fuck, fine, alright. We'll go get 'er."

Everyone eventually got seated. This time you actually sat in a seat since you weren't planning on taking an impromptu nap—although that did sound nice. Flag filled Milton out on the details and directed him on where to go as you all got cozy. Robert and Chris were going at it again, Cleo was asleep, Nanaue was trying to get you to sit in his lap, and Abner was watching in amusement.

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"Pet pet?"

"No, Nanaue."

Nanaue put on his best pout, "Please?"

You should not have turned around to look at him. Sighing, you stood up and made your way over to him.

"Hahaha!" He sounded like a giddy kid in a candy store. He gently picked you up and placed you on his lap. Immediately he started petting you again and hummed. Your legs were cramped and you felt like you were about to fall off his lap. Without saying anything, you sprawled your legs across Abner's lap. He just looked at you with a smile before adjusting himself to accommodate you. Resting his arms over your legs, he continued looking out the window.

"How fascinating."

"Hmm?" You looked at Grieves.

"You don't happen to also control animal behavior, do you?"

"Why would I tell you that?"

"Fair."

You heard a loud sigh from Chris. "Is this going to become a regular occurance?"

"What, you jealous? I'm calling it now, if we have another night during this mission I'm using him as my cuddle buddy."

"Whatever."

Although you said you wouldn't, you were almost asleep before Robert made the call for everyone to gear up. While everyone was rushing to get their gear on, you just yawned and leaned over to handcuff Grieves to a seat before making yourself at home on Nanaue again. You weren't exactly trained to fight with weapons, although you did grab a nearby combat knife to carry.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. You're gonna risk the entire mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester."

"This is coming from a guy that wears a toilet seat on his head."

"We don't leave our own behind," Rick reminded.

"You're okay with this?"

"No, but I've been around Flag when he's got a rag in his mouth. Best not to tug it."

"Motherfucker!"

Just as everyone seemed almost ready, you hopped off Nanaue and gently nudged Cleo.

"Come on, gotta wake up."

"All right, let's go."

Everyone—besides Grieves—exited the vehicle before Flag announced his plan.

"All right, we'll enter through the third floor, go to the inner staircase, and then down to the cellar where they usually keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley's still alive."

Still butthurt about what Robert said, Chris stubbornly muttered, "It's not a toilet seat, it's a beacon of freedom!"

Everyone got into position; Peacemaker somehow scaled a building to get a vantage point, Abner was down the street looking for traffic, Rick and Robert were beside one of the walls ready to climb to the third floor, you turned into a bird (much to the amazement of your team) so you could quickly enter the window Robert would open, and Nanaue—who forgot you turned into a bird—stared at you.

"Ratatouille, what do you got?"

"Third floor hallway's clear. Abner?"

"There doesn't seem to be any incoming traffic."

"Bird."

"Nanaue, that's Mimic you meathead- and stay off the comm!"

"Colonel, I got a clean shot on the only one in the office. Just give the word."

"Fire on three, two..."

"What're you guys doing?"

Rick looked at Harley, then DuBois, then back to Harley. "I... you- we're here to save you."

"You were gonna... save me?" Harley visibly looked touched.

"It was a really good plan, too."

"Well I can go back inside and you can still do it."

"That's patronizing," Bloodsport commented.

You saw Harley drag a big stick thing over to Flag and hug him.

"Uh, what's with the javelin?"

"I'm waiting for God to tell me."

"Jesus Christ..."

"Yeah, or Him. Or any of them, really."

You and Nanaue watched as Harley and Bloodsport had an awkward introduction.

"Never mind everyone, Harley is secure."

"What?"

"Meet me in the van so we can leave as quickly as possible."

Sighing, you morphed back into your original form. Nanaue made an audible gasp as he saw you sitting on the railing.

"Pet pet?

"Yes, Nanaue, it's me, Pet pet."

King Shark laughed as he started petting you immediately. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you swatted his hand away and motioned for him to follow you.

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Uhh for the swan queen prompt, how about something involving Emma finding and ke building a home with Regina and struggling with her flight instincts and her abandonment issues and all that. And Regina being patient with her, understanding that Emma needs to know she can leave to be able to stay, needs some part of her to be just hers so she doesn’t have to lose everything when it “inevitably” goes wrong (it won’t, they’re gonna grow old together).

Wow that was a ramble haha!! Happy to see someone still putting Swanqueen stuff out there :)

"Is that the last one?" Emma asked as her son rushed past her, two boxes piled one atop the other in his arms, the top one propped beneath his chin.

"Yeah!" Henry called from somewhere out front of the house. He returned a few moments later, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans. "Ready to go, Ma?"

Emma surveyed the empty living room, turning slowly, completely unaware of Henry's departure. Her eyes reached the staircase just as Regina began a remarkably quick descent for a woman in four inch heels.

"Upstairs is clear," the brunette announced and joined her girlfriend in the living room. One look at Emma's face told her all she needed to know. "Hey," she said softly and wrapped her arms around the other woman. "Are you okay?"

Emma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Sure. I just have a weird history with leaving houses, y'know?"

Regina hugged her more tightly. "I know. But this time you're coming home, to two people who love you very much."

This time Regina could see the blonde's eyes light up when she grinned. "That does sound pretty great," she said and planted a kiss on the crown of her love's head.

"Are we getting out of here or what? Some of us are starving!" Henry called from the driveway.

Regina rolled her eyes and took Emma's hand, walking her out of a house that had never really been home - a house that had never quite fit Emma. It had always seemed too large and empty, foreboding and strangely drafty. Not to mention grey. Emma really hated grey.

Emma didn't look back once the door had closed behind them; her gaze fixed firmly in front of her, she walked down the cobbled pathway and got into Regina's car. She did not peer up from her lap until they had rounded the corner at the end of the street.

* * *

She awoke at 4am, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. A quick glance to her left confirmed that Regina was still asleep. Emma pulled back the sheets and climbed out of bed, still panting and overwhelmed by a very tangible sensation of the bedroom walls closing in on her. She grabbed the balcony door handles and flung both doors open, before throwing herself out into the cold night air.

Once the icy breeze hit her face, Emma found herself able to slow her breathing gradually. she leaned her hands on the balcony railing and started running through the grounding exercises Archie had taught her. Eventually, the walls seemed to resume their usual positions and the sheriff's heart rate slowed. But when she returned to bedroom, Emma was overcome with an urge to get out of the house; she decided to go for a run and dressed quietly in the dark.

With her breath appearing in icy clouds before her and her feet hitting the pavement rhythmically, things made more sense. Emma was able to recall the dream that woke her - a nightmare, really. In it, she had messed up, badly. Regina was yelling at her, with tears on her face. Emma had never seen her look so hurt. Regina had told her to leave and just like that, her forever home had been no more.

Simply recalling the details of the dream caused saltwater to well up in Emma's eyes. She stopped running and swallowed heavily, a lone tear escaping onto her cold, red cheek. The memories hit her suddenly and without warning: every home she had been invited into and then forced to leave; every person who had ultimately rejected and abandoned her; every disappointment that had left her alone with no one to count on. She slid down onto her knees on the sidewalk, just as a plume of purple smoke appeared before her.

For a moment, Regina appeared wide eyed and terrified in her silk pyjamas, followed by a moment of heavy scowling and palpable anger, which gave way to knitted brows and confusion. "Emma? What are you doing here?" She knelt down in front of the blonde and reached for her hands. "What's going on?"

Emma gazed at her for a moment until her face crumpled and she folded into Regina's arms. "I'm sorry," she sobbed.

Regina rubbed her back in slow circles, like Emma had seen her do with Henry when he was sick. "It's okay," she whispered soothingly, for several minutes, until the blonde's sniffling calmed. "Talk to me, Emma," she said. "You haven't been yourself all day and then I wake up to find you gone in the middle of the night..."

"I'm sorry," Emma said again. "I just- I had this shitty dream and you were so upset and you asked me to leave and I woke up having a panic attack," she blurted.

Regina watched her with shining eyes, a soft look of understanding taking over her features. "I imagine that dream must have felt very real," she said quietly.

Emma nodded.

"And I'm guessing it brought up some difficult memories too?"

She nodded again.

Regina took the woman's face gently in her hands. "Are you afraid that this isn't going to last?"

The sheriff nodded and looked down, but felt warm fingers beneath her chin, lifting it back up.

"You don't have to be ashamed of your fears, Emma. Having such fears, after the life experiences you've survived, is completely valid. I understand why those fears exist and I know that when they come up, you have a tendency to get a little... flighty," Regina said, smiling softly.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Understatement of the century," she sniffled.

Regina chuckled. "Perhaps. So, what do you think it is you need, my love? How can I help you to assuage these fears?"

Emma sighed. "I'm not sure. I guess... I guess if I freak out and need to leave suddenly, just for awhile like this, knowing that I can might help a bit?"

"Okay," Regina said, nodding thoughtfully. "How about we make a compromise: if that happens, you wake me up first and tell me. I will promise not to try and talk you out of it, I will just remind you that you're very loved and ask that you send a pin with your location so I know that you're okay."

Emma nibbled on her bottom lip, considering this offer. “How did you find me this time?” She asked.

“Locator spell,” Regina explained. “I’d rather not have to deal with using magic while having a heart attack next time,” she smirked.

Emma nodded. "Okay. I think it’s a good plan. Thank you," she said and kissed Regina softly.

"Secondly," the brunette continued, "And I will keep reminding you of this: I am in this all the way, Emma. To the end. You and Henry are my everything; there is nothing you could do that would make me want to give up on us. I know there will be bad times and I'm okay with that - because it's us, together. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She swiped her thumbs beneath the Sheriff's eyes as another two tears escaped.

"Yes," Emma whispered. "How are you so amazing? I don't know how I got this damned lucky, but I love you so much, do you know that?"

Regina smiled, bright and open, in that way that made Emma's heart clench in her chest. "I do know and I love you too," she said. "Can we go home now?"

Emma nodded. "Yes please."

They disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

* * *

A screeching sound pulled Emma from her slumber and she felt Regina moving to get out of bed. She reached out an arm to grab the brunette and pulled her close. "Noooo," she murmured. "Not yet."

Regina kissed the tip of her nose softly. "Some of us have to get up, Sheriff Swan."

"But..." Emma opened her eyes. "It's been three months today," she grinned.

Regina frowned. "Three months?"

"Since I moved in. And since..." Emma trailed off.

Regina's face lit up with sudden understanding. "Oh! And you haven't?"

Emma shook her head, biting her lip. "Not once."

Suddenly Regina was rolling onto her and smothering her face in kisses while Emma laughed.

"Good morning to you too," she chuckled.

"I'm not even sorry," Regina said gleefully. "Is it strange to say I feel proud of you?"

Emma felt her cheeks begin to redden. "No, not at all. I think three months without a freakout and 3am run is... unheard of for me."

Regina kissed her lips softly before settling alongside her, head propped up on her hand. "What do you think changed?" She asked.

"You," Emma smiled. "You were so understanding and patient with me. You made it okay for me to have a reaction and to act on it if needed. Being given that permission somehow calmed a lot of those fears."

Regina reached out and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind the blonde's ear. "I'm so glad for you. I'd like to show you how glad," she smirked.

Emma grinned. "What happened to having to get up for work?"

"It can wait," Regina said and pulled her love close once more.

#sq fanfic #sq fic #swan queen #swan queen fanfic #sq fanfiction #swan queen fanfiction #swen #ouat #prompts #mine #swan queen fic #emma and regina #i just love these two idiots

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ambria · 3 years

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everytime // Sirius Black

Sweetener x Marauders

play ‘everytime’ by Ariana Grande <3

pairing: sirius black x reader

word count: 2.3k ✨

warnings: angst, fluff at the end, mentions of drinking, under-age drinking, partying, depression?, mentions of drugs and drug use, someone trying to take advantage on the drunk reader, crying? Let me know if I missed something.

This also might have a few time jumps

A/N: I wrote this in 1st person but I feel like I should make these in 3rd so that’s what I’ll start doing. But this is also my first time making a one-shot fic so cut me some slack if it’s trash. But I hope you enjoy!

I get tired of your no-shows

Taking in the warmth through my fingers I look at the door once more before glancing at the clock.

He’s late. Again

I take a deep breath to cool down my nerves and sigh. I sip the rest of my butterbeer before looking at the entrance once more and packing my stuff and walking out. I look around once more before giving up and walking back to the castle.

You get tired of my control

As I’m walking back I start to get more irritated by the step. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. Always too busy to hang out because of him with his friends or too busy because of pranks. The missed dates and the interrupted times. All for his friends. I’m clearly not a priority in his life and that has to change or I’m not going to be in it.

Walking through the castle I collect my thoughts on how I’m gonna approach this situation. But since I’m so pissed off, I’m gonna take an angry approach.

I walk up to the gryffindor common room and say the password before walking in.

As I stepped into the common room, lo and behold, the marauders spread on the couches talking loudly and laughing. Seeing that made my blood boil. As I walk over I catch the attention of the brunet,

“Y/N!!!!! Hey!!!” The Potter boy called out. I gave a weak smile. Which caught the attention of my boyfriend.

“Hey, babe.” He smiled at me. I internally roll my eyes and keep an emotionless face on. At this point all the attention from the boys is on me.

“Hey. Can we talk?” In the corner of my eye I can see Remus and James glance at each other and look worriedly at Sirius. Yeah. They know better.

“Uhh. Sure. About what?” This time I rolled my eyes. I ignore his question and grab his hand before dragging him up to his dorm.

We enter and I close the door before leaning on it. He goes and sits on the foot on his bed.

“What do you want to talk about? We were in the middle of planning.” Bouncing his knee, I can tell he’s getting impatient and just wants this to hurry up and be done with this. I get even more annoyed at this.

“What do you want to talk about? We were in the middle of planning.”- I mocked him- “This is exactly what I’m talking about! You’re always busy! Doing this and doing that!” I start to raise my voice. My face starts to heat up due to my anger. I try to calm down but it doesn’t seem to be working.

He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off,

“Where were you today?! I was waiting for you! For our date that YOU literally planned!” His eyes widened with realization and looked at me with a guilty face. But I’m too pissed off to care.

My eyes start to water with tears of frustration but I’m nowhere near done,

“Everytime I want to hang out you’re always busy with your friends and pranks! You never have time for me anymore!” At this point tears are streaming down my face and Sirius doesn’t look that far behind.

“This is the third date you missed! Because you forgot! I’m done with being second best. Im probably not even that!” He has his head down, hands on his knees.

“I—I-I” he stutters out what I think is going to be some wack apology. But I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.

“No. I’m done.” As soon as I said those words his head shot up fast and looked at me with wide eyes.

“No-” he goes to protest but I cut him off again.

“No I can’t do this. Not anymore. This has gone on for too long. You need to fix your priorities. I hope you don’t treat another girl like this. I’m breaking up with you, Sirius.” I don’t wait for a reply and I simply walk out of the door and walk back down to the common room, wiping my tears.

They keep telling me to let go

As I make it to the common room I notice the boys are still there. They see me and go to talk but a loud sound cuts them off. Items getting thrown around, is what I guessed it to be.

We all freeze and guilt washes over me. It’s Sirius.

But I don’t really let go when I say so

I turn my head to the staircase with a sad expression before brushing it off.

I had to. I deserve better. I thought to myself.

I look over to the boys to see that they have worried but knowing expressions on their faces. I gave them weak smiles and walked away to my dorm.

I keep giving people blank stares

Drama travels fast around here at Hogwarts. So it wasn’t long until word got out that infamous Sirius Black was single again and back on the market.

My friends are starting to get worried about me because of my reaction to the breakup, or lack thereof. I know how to keep my emotions buried. I know it’s an unhealthy coping mechanism but I refuse to be sad over a boy who treated me like shit.

I’m so different when your not there

What they don’t know is that I cry myself to sleep. Everyday. I close my curtains around my bed and put a silencing spell around it and sob. For hours. It’s pretty sad.

But I keep my neutral face on for everyone else. From what I know Sirius isn’t doing much better. He’s just more open about his broken heart. Lily tells me he mopes around and doesn’t speak much anymore. Let alone prank anyone.

Everytime she tells me about him being sad it makes me want to run out the room and find him to cuddle with him and kiss him and apologize profusely for the break up.

But I remind myself that it’s not my fault and that I deserve better.

It’s like something out of Shakespeare

Because I’m really not here when you’re not there

I tried to fight our energy

It's been three months since the break up and I have developed some pretty bad habits.

I’ve secretly been drinking to numb the pain. I know it’s not healthy but I can’t seem to stop.

Once all my roommates are sleeping I drink by myself on my bed. It helped in the beginning but now I can’t stop.

I’ve perfected my fake smile so no one could tell the difference. Well one person did, but I was unaware.

I’m in a deep depression and I have no one to talk to. None of my friends know, I can’t tell them. They won’t understand.

Meanwhile,

“Pads, you can’t keep moping around. She’s moved on, you should too.”

“No, I can’t. I still love her.” Sirius said but due to him being face first on his pillow it came out muffled.

“Well then you’re going to have to work your way to get her back. Show her you’ve changed.” The werewolf suggested to his friend.

“Really?” He picks his head up to face his friends, red and puffy eyes with a hopeful expression.

They nod.

But everytime I think I’m free

As the weeks pass I start to receive notes and letters with little flowers attached to them. I know they are from Sirius but I can’t seem to open them and read. It’s too hard and I’m not ready yet.

You get high and call on the regular

Once I reach my empty dorm I run to my trunk and collect all the saved letters. I place them on my bed and chuck my shoes off before climbing on my bed while getting comfortable.

I sort the letter from how I received them. I slowly open the first one,

Dear y/n,

Looking at us now I regret a lot of things.

I don’t blame you for not seeing us together in the future.

I was horrible, but for you I am willing to change. No. I will change.

You deserve so much better and if you let me I could be that person.

But I have to fix myself in order for that to happen.

If you're willing I would love to have another chance.

forever yours,

Sirius

As I finish reading my eyes are cloudy with tears. I continue to read all of the letters.

And by the end of it I’m sobbing.

I get weak and fall like a teenager

I knew it was a bad idea to read those letters. Because after that I am ready to run back into his arms and express my love. But I can’t until I know that he’s changed.

I deserve better. I keep telling myself that.

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

Everytime I see him now I try to avoid him. Everytime he’s in a room, I leave. Everytime class is over I run out before he gets the chance to talk to me.

Because I know if I take one look into his beautiful stormy gray eyes I will fall all over again. And that can’t happen.

I deserve better.

I get drunk, pretend that I’m over it

It’s Friday night and today is the big Gryffindor party. Being stressed with liquor and drugs is not a good combo but I haven’t been safe these past couple of months.

I’m in my dorm room getting ready. I decide on a natural glam look with a bold red lip and a black satin body con dress with some black heels.

As I’m walking down the stairs, I can hear the music blasting and the red led lights are turned on. I part from my friends and immediately head to the liquor table. As I’m walking I fail to notice the pair of eyes following my every move.

I take a plastic red cup and I fill it up with the hardest liquor I could find on the table. After downing the cup I refill it and make my way over to my friends who are currently in the corner smoking what the muggles call ‘weed’. It’s strong but it helps me relax. Who knew muggle were so helpful.

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

About an hour into the party everyone was either high, drunk or both. Which I was. Again me with my unhealthy coping mechanisms.

I ended up dancing in the middle of the room with a huge group of people. I feel eyes on me but I’m too drunk to care at the moment.

As I’m dancing I feel someone come up behind me and grab my hips. I turn around to see a random 7th year boy. He begins to trail his hands on my body.

He leans down to whisper in my ear,

“How about we go to my down, sweetheart?” His hot breath makes a shiver run down my spine, and not in a good way.

I began to shake my head while saying no but he clearly didn’t get the message because he gripped my wrists and tried to pull me with him. But because I was too drunk I couldn’t defend myself properly.

As I continue to struggle I see a person step in front of me, glaring at the boy,

“I suggest you let her go. Now.” I heard a familiar voice, I couldn’t tell who from my drunken state. Once the person turned around a smile involuntarily appeared on my face,

“Siri! Hi!” I giggled as he guided me away from everyone.

“Hi. Let’s get you somewhere safe.” He picks me up bridal style and starts to carry me up to the boys dorms and to his room.

I yawned and cuddled up into his chest,

“I’m still mad at you.” I mumbled. He set me down on his bed and goes to his trunk to take out some clothes,

“I know.” He said, sadly. As he’s helping me I go on a mini rant,

“You know you treated me horrible. I just wanted my boyfriend but you never made time for me. You missed dates, you cancelled on me a lot. And whenever we had time together alone you had to leave early. I just wanted you to give me your love and attention. But I was never a priority. I miss you so much, Siri.” After he tucks me into his bed he kisses my forehead and responds,

“I miss you too, baby.” He goes to walk away but I grab his hand. Which makes him turn around and give me a questioning look,

“Please stay.” I pout. He smiles and climbs into the bed with me. I turn to look at him,

“Cuddles?” I ask him with puppy eyes.

“Cuddles.” I snuggle up next to him with my head on his chest and my legs bunched up with his. He puts his chin on top of my head and begins to play with my hair.

“You know, I still love you. And I’m willing to give you a second chance, Siri.” I can’t see him but I can tell he has a huge grin on his face.

“I love you too, pup. Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” I start to drift off but before I do fully I feel him kiss my forehead again and whisper ‘I love you’ one last time before the darkness engulfed me.

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

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Chipped Tooth

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written and uploaded: September 3, 2020

🦋 - fluff

Please like and reblog! Also please don’t post my writings anywhere!

Aren’t these kittens just look adorable! The first cat is Cuddles and the second one is Snuggles! Kinda inspired by the new photo of Harry on a football field.

Masterlist

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"Cuddles! Come back here!", you yelled as you run after your 2 month old kitten who's running away from you towards the living room.

You sat down beside her after seeing her on the couch, petting her head making her purr at you, you smiled, "where is Snuggles, huh? Where is he?", you asked your cat as if she was a real person.

Cuddles only 'meows' at you and jumped off the couch and ran off somewhere in the house, leaving you alone in total silence, you sigh.

You started cleaning the living room, picking up multiple cat toys on the carpet and vacuuming it, as well as the couch to at least get rid of the cat furs.

You love your cats, they're just really messy and they needs a lot of time and affection most of the time which is a bit tiring but also a great practice to when you start having your own real babies even though it's not nearly the same.

Harry gifted you Cuddles when she was just a month old for your birthday almost a month ago adding to your small family - together with Snuggles - who is now 3 months old.

Cuddles looks like a toy with its white and gray fur and deep blue eyes. She's a Persian cat, really really tiny and quiet and often chooses to lounge on your bed or couch but she loves being cuddled - hence her name and loves to run away from you and Harry so you can give her some loving. What a brainy little teacup kitten.

While Snuggles is the exact opposite, a Munchkin cat who's very active. He also looks like a toy, he also got white furs but with a touch of brown. As much as he's active, he also loves to sleep but only when he's snuggled to Harry's side - you're not his favorite but you can live with that since he gets along with Cuddles really well - both intelligent cats.

Speaking of your fiancé Harry, you look at the wall clock and realized that he will come back home in an hour giving you enough time to prepare some snacks and clean your bedroom.

You were about to climb upstairs when you lost your balance after seeing Snuggles laying on the first staircase sleeping - you almost crushed him! Thank God you saw him just in time but you fall pretty bad. Both of your feet feels alright but your mouth feels numb, your right palm is on the third step helping you get up.

Snuggles is still sleeping peacefully, you picked him up to bring him upstairs with you - oh and you almost forgot to mention that he sleeps like a human, with his back on the surface he’s laying on! - but you saw something on the stairs. It looks like a broken bead, you look closely to pick it up, not wanting the cats to eat it but it wasn't a bead, it looks like a chipped tooth...

You run your tongue across your lower teeth, then your upper teeth until you felt something crooked making your eyes grow wide in panick.

Grasping "your" chipped tooth with your left hand and Snuggles in your right arm, you stomped upstairs to the master's bathroom after laying down Snuggles on the bean bag near your study table.

You opened all the lights and prayed to God that it's wasn't your tooth - that what you felt wasn't it but as you smiled with your full teeth on the mirror, there's a dent.

On your Central Incisor, you can see the chip and it looks awful in your opinion. You’re not teeth obsessed but you also know that this doesn't look good at all! The chip was in the front!

You racked your head with the possible outcomes and what you can do with it for the mean time. Harry will be home in a few and you gotta think quick.

Then you saw the box of disposable masks on your dresser, took one and wore it. 'It'll work for now', you thought and went downstairs to make some sandwiches for when Harry arrives.

Approximately an hour later, a very sweaty Harry came into the living room, "hey love! Why are you wearing a mask? Did you went out?"

You shake you head, "no, I didn't. Supposed to but I got lazy.", lie.

"Oh alright. Gimme a kiss Y/N!", Harry slowly went to you on the couch but you dodged his arms giggling uncomfortably.

"Later!", you winked at him to hide your nervousness as you stood up, walking towards the kitchen, "I prepared us some snacks."

Harry whined like a little boy as he pouted, "fine! Be like that! But I'm gonna go take a shower, I smell horrible anyway!", he said while walking backwards to keep your eye contact, "but you have to give me a kiss when I came back!"

You shooed him away and yelled "no promises" as you hear him scampered upstairs. You're not gonna lie, you're really embarrassed with what happened but you also know that Harry is not going to judge you but still!

You wait for Harry in the kitchen, not daring to remove your mask and eat the BLT sandwich you prepared even though your stomach is grumbling.

Harry arrived a few minutes later eyeing you down then looking at the meal in front of him, "I can't decide which one I wanna eat first...", he hummed teasing you.

"Oh shut up! Eat your sandwich.", you said as you pushed the plate towards him. Harry only clinked his tongue, strutting towards you, ignoring the food you made for him.

"Kissy!", Harry tried to remove your mask away but you only pushed him back, giggling, "eat your food first!", you said.

Harry crossed his arms on his chest and shake his head, "no."

You laughed at him, "what do you mean no?"

"Do I smell that bad? I already showered! Is that why you don't wanna kiss me?"

Now you feel bad seeing Harry feel down. You know it certainly isn't him but you don't think you can tell him that.

You stood up from your seat and went to him, hugging your fiancé tight, "I'm sorry Bubba...", slowly looking up at him seeing him already looking down at you but not hugging you back.

You only snuggled closer to his chest and squeezing him tight, "you smells good, as always, H.", you whispered not knowing if he can quite hear your with your mask.

"You don't know that!", he protested but pulled you closer to his chest.

"Oh I know..."

Harry kissed your temple while you rocked the both of you, "can you remove your mask now, pwetty pwease?", Harry requested in a childlike voice, "wanna kiss, haven't kissed you since this morning!"

"Don't want to!", you already know that he's pouting before and your reply will make him annoyed with you.

Harry pulled away and turned to the sandwich you made, taking a huge bite, "give me a valid reason."

"It's embarrassing!", you said, already feeling hot but collecting all your dignity to remove the mask.

Harry can sense that something is bothering you so he put his food down and looked at your eyes, "what's the matter love?", you only shrugged your shoulders at his question.

"Can I...?", Harry softly took your head in his hands and run his fingers through the mask making you softly nod your head.

You clasped your lips tight as Harry remove your mask. You know you're being dramatic but you're too clumsy and careless for your age!

"Why are your lips like that?", Harry thinks you're only teasing his so he laughed, pulling on your chin to get you to separate your lips.

"Mhfmfm mhdf!"

"Lovie I don't understand you!", he only laughs harder making you squint your eyes and look at him like you're a tiger ready to eat its prey.

Harry put both of his hands up in defense, "m sorry! I'm sorry!", as he laughs more, his giggles makes you wanna smile but you're annoyed at him.

You took both of your hands to cover your mouth as you speak the next few words, "I smifd mi fodth!", but it still come off as a muffled words.

Harry pulled both of his eyebrows down in a distressed and questioning manner, "you what?"

You removed one of your hand in hopes to speak more clearly this time, "I said I chipped my tooth."

Harry was about to laugh when he saw the serious look on your face, "wait! Really?!", the hot bastard looks excited!, "I wanna see! C'mon!"

"No!"

But Harry wasn't having it, he started to tickle you making you laugh and remove your hand away from your mouth.

'He can see it now Y/N!', you scolded yourself in your head.

"Oh now that's a really cute chipped tooth!", he grinned at you making you feel a bit better, "what happened baby?"

You saw a pen and paper for your grocery list, attempting to take it and just write what happened but Harry interrupted you, "nu uh! It's okay Y/N, it happens to us. I still love you and I think it looks cute. Now tell me what happened.", he playfully demanded.

You're still a bit wary of opening your mouth but fiance's order, "I was going upstairs to clean our room after finishing up the living room...", you started in a small voice to minimize the opening of your mouth.

Harry just looks at you supportingly as you continue narrating to him, "and I was about to take my first step when I saw Snuggles sleeping on the steps, I almost stomped on him but I saw him last-minute so I lost my balance and well this happened...", you looked down as you finished your story.

"Oh well that makes you a great mom! You didn't kill our baby!", Harry joked making you smile a bit, "so that's why our room is a bit messier and that's why Snuggles is on our room now.", he concluded.

You nodded twice, "pretty much. Is he still asleep?"

"Uh huh, and Cuddles was in the living room when I came back down.", Harry explained as he now hugged you from behind.

"I wanna get this fixed babes, you think we can go to the dentist tomorrow?", you looked up at him and he pecked the tip of your nose before answering.

"Of course, I'll make you an appointment but for now let's eat, I'm starving!", you agreed with Harry and took your plate as Harry took his and started descending to the living room.

You plopped down to the couch beside Harry, Cuddles on the center table playing with his stuffed candy toy.

"How was the game? Do you still got it?", you teased Harry, feeling more comfortable and confident now talking to him.

He looked at you and smirked, "are you really asking me if I'm still good at football? Baby I'm great at it!"

"Says who? Says you? The one that sprained his legs when he attempted to kick the ball?", you poked his arms laughing.

Harry swatted your finger away, "it was one time!"

You rolled your eyes at him, still laughing, "yeah sure!", you said and took your first bite on the sandwich, moaning on the taste making Harry smile.

"Oh what a narcissistic!", he sarcastically said.

"Well mister, I make banger sandwiches and we both know that this is what reeled you in when we started dating!", you looked at him accusingly.

Harry laughs, "okay! Okay you're right!"

"I know I am!", you smirked.

He looks at you fondly, "thank you for the sandwich and everything."

You smiled at him but playfully punched him in his right thigh, "oh don't be dramatic now Harry!"

He gasped, "I wasn't!", then looked at you mischievously, putting his arms around your neck and pulling you to him, "Snuggles!", you giggled but snuggled him.

Then the very awake Snuggles came rushing downstairs after hearing Harry's voice and tried to jump to his lap. He probably thought that Harry was calling him!

Harry looked at the Munchkin cat and picked him up, the kitten immediately snuggling on Harry's chest then you heard a 'meow' and you saw Cuddles looking at the three of you, eyes begging for her to get picked up and cuddled too, so you did.

The four of you in the livingroom just cuddling and snuggling each other making you forget about your chipped tooth and your sandwiches.

You looked up at Harry as he looks down at you at the same time, exchanging ‘I love you’s’. You finally kissed him without feeling any embarrassment making the both of you smile during it with your cats on each other's chest.

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Cruel Summer│JJK

Summary: When summer comes around, all you think about is how much of a dread your upcoming camp’s going to be, well, it turned out to be the opposite.

{strangers to lovers}

Pairing: Popular!jungkook × popular!reader

Genre: fluff, comedy, romance, young love

Word count (so far): 1.3k words

Warnings: none!

Note: Yes, the title is based on Taylor's iconic song, I've been in love with it for a long time now( ꈍᴗꈍ) This is basically one of those feel-good stories which you'd wish happened to you. It's one of those stories that probably wouldn't happen in real life but it did! Not to me though haha, to one of my closest friends, but of course I altered it here and there to make it more of a story.

I'm gonna keep updating it and not post part by part just to keep it all in one place. But I'll put in dividers to make it easier! Hope you guys like it

July 16th

10:49AM

How convenient is it that I had a train to catch in about 15 minutes and yet we were stuck in traffic? It wasn’t convenient at all, it was bogus. Why did the streets have to be so crowded at 11:00 in the morning on a Sunday? God knows.

I really didn’t want to go to this camp, but my parents thought it was going to be educational or whatever.

Some people may say I’m crazy for dreading summer camp but I was supposed to have a big family trip that month and I was really looking forward to it cause’ I hadn’t seen my cousins in so long, god, I missed them.

Anyway, we arrived at the station, thank god, I didn’t want to sit in that car shaped oven for longer. “Y/N! here!” I heard my friends scream from the other side of the track. “The train’s almost here, come on” they said again as I walked over to the stairs quickly, my dad right behind me.

“Okay sweetie, be safe, get along with everyone, and call me every day.” My dad says as he pulls me into a tight hug while the train makes a loud appearance.

I rush down the stairs to reach the other side to where the rest of my campmates and teachers stood. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my dad assumed there'd be no traffic today" I explain in a rushed manner as my teacher in charge- my science teacher struck off my name in a small notebook, keeping track of who's here and who isn't.

Just as the last of us were about to climb in, a voice shouts from the staircase- "I'M HERE, I'M HERE" The voice belonged to a boy with dark, slightly wet hair who sported grey sweatpants and a loose band-tee. I think his name was Kook or something, I've only seen him playing basketball before so he's definitely not in my grade, I concluded all while staring at the boy who made a new appearance.

"Guess I wasn't that late after all" I remark to my friend who was struggling to pull her luggage up with her. I would've usually made fun of her but our suitcases were truly heavy, we were going to a hill station and most of our clothes were just sweaters. After I help her with her suitcase, I was about to haul my suitcase up but another set of hands helped me with a push, what do you know, it was the guy I was staring at. Don't get me wrong, I don't like him or anything, I just daydream when I think about something.

"Thank you! I'm Y/N by the way" I introduce myself briskly as he hauls up his own suitcase. He seems strong, he'd do well in the camp I think to myself when he finally replies "I know who you are Y/N" he says, taking me aback "you're pretty popular, you know" "well, I know your name too, it's kook isn't it?" he chuckles before saying "It's Jungkook but you're free to call me Kook if you want" "Kook! Y/N!" a familiar voice from inside the train calls out to both of us. It was Jimin, I knew him from Spanish class. Oh yeah, he and Kook are on the same basketball team.

I wheel my suitcase towards the busy compartment but just then our teacher interjects "Boys and Girls are supposed to be in separate compartments, sorry guys" she shrugs "We all know you're gonna be together throughout, I was just told to inform you about the sleeping arrangements that's all" I smile to Jimin before wheeling my suitcase forward to the compartment the rest of the girls were in.

The trip was starting to get better than I imagined- I knew most of the people already (since this was a school trip anyway) and made friends with the ones I didn't.

"How many crushes have you had so far?" The rest of us groan. It was 3am and we were supposed to be awake by 4. We had stayed up talking and playing stupid games like Truth or dare and charades. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom" I get up and slither through the small crowd. "Hey, me too, I need to go to the baño too" Jimin appears from behind. I giggle at his attempt to incorporate Spanish into his sentences like I told him to. "So, what's up? How do you like the trip so far, even though it's just started" "I've been having so much fun, everyone seems so nice" I say as we checked which of the bathrooms were vacant. "Yeah, I've been looking forward to this since the day our club announced it, and most of my friends from basketball are here too so" he shrugs with a grin. "I actually didn't need to go to the bathroom, my leg just fell asleep" I disclose, "ME TOO!"

"FANCY YOU 지금 너에게로 갈래-" "oh my god shut it off!" I shout out to no one in particular. I don't know why anyone would want to wake up to a song like this. Again- don't get me wrong, I love Twice, I know the entire choreography of fancy. "Girls wake up, we're almost there" the familiar voice of my science teacher wakes me up from my slumber fully. I kind of forgot I was on a train.

"you kind of look like a chipmunk in the morning" mina, my friend says as she examines my droopy face. "oh my god! how dare you?" I act overdramatic as I place one of hands on my forehead. I hear someone giggle and I see Jungkook from the side of my eye "What are you laughing at you bunny?" His eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me with a confused but betrayed look "When did I come into this conversation? and me? bunny? don't be ridiculous" he huffs. "Okay, kids! this is the last stop so don't worry about rushing and check for all of your belongings before getting down"

After the teachers confirm that all of us have gotten out, we all trudge along towards the parking lot and then onto our bus. Mina sat with her boyfriend, Seokjin- I never really liked him, mainly cause me and Mina can never spend time together like we used to, and also I never understood his jokes. Jimin sat with his other friend from basketball, Hoseok- or also known as my ex, but it was very casual, we thought we liked each other but we decided we'd rather be friends. But yeah Hobi is a sweetheart, we're still friends but not as close as we used to be, it bothers me sometimes but it was inevitable.

Everyone had found their seats already since I'd been one of the last ones to put my luggage in the trunk "Hey, there's an open seat here" Jungkook calls out to me from the end of the bus. He's sitting with Namjoon, Yoongi, Sona, Taehyung and Rya. I grin as I walk over to the small lot "Are you sure I can fit in here?" I question "Yeah! Of course you can, there's plenty of room for one more person" Taehyung says as he scoots over and motions for everyone else to do the same. I thank him as I quickly plop down next to Namjoon.

"You like Selena too? me too! I've been there since she started wizards of Waverly place!" I scream quietly since half the bus was asleep. We were listening to Jungkook's playlist, and turns out we have the same music taste, he loves all of my favorite artists. "Me too! I loved Alex! She was basically my first crush" he says while scrunching up his nose. "Y/N, please switch seats with me" a groggy Namjoon pleads while looking at me. "Oops, of course, I didn't realize we were being that loud"

After a few hours of listening to music and drooling on my make-shift pillow a.k.a my bag, we arrived at the campsite we were going to be spending the rest of the trip.

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eryiss · 3 years

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hi all. Thanks for your continued support. This time, now they've decided to give each other a chance, we can see them seeing the benefits of each other's company.

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Five - Cracking The Code

Day Four: Thursday

"Damn," Gajeel murmured. "Maybe I wasn't as harsh on you as I thought."

He didn't know exactly what time it was, nor did he know exactly where he was, but he didn't care. The train journey had been long and, despite Freed's runes taking a lot of the strain off him, Gajeel's stomach had started to squirm and bite against him. The growing nausea mixed with the sparsely healed injuries from the day before and the overall exercion of the past three days had caught up with him, and all he could think of was the bed that Freed had promised him.

By the looks of the building - a large ranch, large enough for Freed's entire team despite the fact he lived alone - the bed would be luxurious. Gajeel had been presumptuous about Freed's wealth in the last few days, and was starting to feel guilty about it, but maybe he hadn't missed the mark.

Sure as hell made his one room apartment look like crap.

"If it makes you feel more comfortable, I have a barn at the edge of my property that has some hay you could sleep in," Freed mumbled under his breath, but Gajeel heard. "I wouldn't want to force you to live outside of your elements, would I?"

"Nah," Gajeel grinned, because he felt guilty about the last three days and didn't wish to get into another argument. "I can try a bed out if I have t'."

Freed explained what was happening during the train ride home, that his demon was influencing their moods and making them more antagonistic. The conversation came from out of nowhere; Freed had a habit of scuffing his feet, Gajeel had gotten annoyed, snapped, and an argument had begun. After some insults, Freed clenched his right fist, rubbed his suddenly glowing eye, and explained the effect that his demon was having on them. After that, they made a decision to think about the reason behind their anger before they spoke, to understand if it was truly what they thought.

It was a tense and fragile truce, and they were acting at being friends. It was a difficult situation to understand; Gajeel didn't really know what he thought of Freed. He knew he was impressed by his resilience, and at some point the slight resentment at the previous day's attack would make way for intrigue and him feeling reluctantly impressed.

Was he really holding back a demon at all times?

"I'll call for Wendy to come here for when you wake up," Freed kept speaking, walking up the staircase with the expectation that Gajeel would follow him. Gajeel did. "She'll be able to be sure I didn't hurt you too badly."

"Sure," Gajeel said, a yawn sneaking out. He didn't miss the small grin on Freed's face when he heard. Dammit, he had been told his yawns were somewhat… feline like. To distract the man, he kept talking. "We doin' any training today? Or just a rest day?"

"I intend to train with you, if you've not got an injury we don't know about," Freed said. "But we should focus on resting first. It's not overly time dependent."

Two days ago, Gajeel might have made a comment about Freed's training regime being too cushy and pampered, but now the words would have come out as bitter and kind of pathetic. Also, his aching body and swirling stomach wanted nothing more than to collapse into a bed and sleep for an age. Damn the tournament and damn the weird forfeit that Makarov had planned.

He followed Freed through the small landing of the upper floor until they stopped by a door, which Freed opened. It was clearly a guest bedroom, nice enough and stocked with more comforts than Gajeel would have been able to fit in his apartment, but definitely not lived in.

"You got a lot of rooms going spare?" Gajeel asked, planting a bag of clothes he'd picked up on the floor.

"Six," Freed said, allowing Gajeel to wander around the room that would be his home for the next three days. "Originally it was intended for the Raijinshuu to all live here, but they need their space, which is understandable. And they stay here from time to time, so normally it doesn't feel so… unoccupied."

Gajeel might have said lonely rather than unoccupied, but it wasn't his place to say.

"You've a bathroom attached to your room and it's stocked with everything you need," Freed explained, then frowned a little. "Well, maybe the two-in-one shampoo and conditioner might not do for you like it does for Laxus, so perhaps you could borrow mine," Freed reached up and curled a lock of Gajeel's hair. "Yes, you keep your hair well. You'll need my products."

"Right," Gajeel said a little curtly, looking at Freed's hand that held his hair with slightly dilated pupils.

"Sorry," Freed said, removing his hand and taking a step back. "I'll be having a shower before sleeping, so if you want me you may need to raise your voice. I'll leave you some time to get used to the room."

"Thanks," Gajeel huffed slightly, not sure what to say.

They looked at each other for a moment, giving each other a nod in goodbye. Freed turned and walked to what was clearly his bedroom, and Gajeel closed the door behind him. He glanced at where Freed might be, absently wondering if this false politeness between them would make way for something more passionate. It felt like he was missing something now he and Freed weren't arguing; maybe Freed was one of the people Gajeel was meant to feel passionately about.

Nah, it was the demon's influence. Must have been. And there was no point in focusing on how they were acting around each other, it wasn't like it would change anything.

He shucked off his jacket, then his shirt and pants. His skin was hardly the cleanest and the blood from his earlier injury wasn't exactly clean, but Freed probably had a change of sheets for him. He climbed into the bed, the mattress a hell of a lot softer than the stained, spring filled piece of crap that made up his own bed. He groaned a little at the soft, cool covers as he wrapped them around his body, burying his face into them. God, whatever they were made of, Gajeel was becoming addicted to instantly.

Maybe he could guilt Freed into giving him these sheets once they were done.

Tiredness overtook him, and he was nearly asleep within a moment. The only thing stopping him from dropping off immediately was the sound of movement in the building. One of few perks of Gajeel's apartment was that the walls were soundproof - he didn't dwell on why that needed to happen - so other people making noise when he was trying to sleep was abnormal.

Not entirely unpleasant. The shifting of fabric followed by water hitting tile was soft, and slightly muffled by the walls between them. But it was comforting, and the sound rhythmic humming that Freed indulged in as he stepped under the water sent a slight shiver down his spine. It had been a while since he'd worked with other people, and the eclectic mess of sounds that accompanied their movements had been missing in Gajeel's life for a while.

He didn't think too much about it, and instead buried his face in the pillow further, a little smile on his face.

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Gajeel had known Freed was a powerful mage.

The first time they had met one another, if you wanted to call what happened at the festival a meeting, Freed had filled Magnolia with unbreakable rune traps. Though he had been kept in the Cathedral, Gajeel had both seen and heard stories about how many runes had been placed and how complex the traps had been. So clearly he was a powerful man with a lot of magical potential, but he was apparently a genius with his power as well.

For his half of the training, Freed was going to use a 'Simulation Program'. He had explained he had created a selection of runes that would create a training environment made for their specific needs. Apparently it was a complex system that Freed had used many times to push himself.

"So, when we both place our hands on the column, my runes will create a simulation designed to improve our teamwork," Freed explained, motioning to a shaft of runes in the middle of his basement.

"And you ain't gonna be controlling it?" Gajeel asked, looking at the runes with a slight tilt in the head.

"No, the program essentially has a mind of its own," Freed explained, placing his hand on the column without hesitation. The runes seemed to glow under his touch. "I can cancel it, of course, should it get too intense or if the simulation just isn't working out. But so far it's always been an achievable task and always helped me with training."

"You got any idea what it'll be like?" Gajeel asked, stepping towards the runes.

"Not at all," Freed had a near giddy look on his face; like Natsu before a fight. Maybe he was more Fairy Tail like than Gajeel thought. "When you're ready."

Gajeel shrugged, placed his hand on the column, and allowed it to take some of his magic.

Eight walls of runes suddenly lurched upwards, glowing and dripping with magic. The basement seemed to fall away, replaced by pristine whiteness that seemed to be like a void. Gajeel knew he hadn't been teleported - the teleportation had felt different - so clearly they were still in the basement, but the reality of the room had changed. Gajeel looked to the side; Freed could literally create runes that could change the world around him. All whiteout breaking a sweat.

What would he be able to do without the runes keeping his demon contained?

The thought was gone as quickly as it came. On one of the eight walls, letters began to form as if written from fire. They weren't runes - Freed's runes were square and angular, these letters were more flowing and rounded - and Gajeel didn't have a damn clue what it said. He glanced towards Freed again, to see an expression of open confusion.

He scrunched up his nose when he was confused. Hah.

Before either man could say anything, a wall of magic appeared before them in a language that both Gajeel and Freed could read.

'To finish the simulation, you must complete two tasks. One mental, one physical. These tasks will bring you closer together and highlight your potential as a team.

Task One: Translate the Words and Speak Them Aloud.'

"Yer good with languages right?" Gajeel murmured. "Should be easy."

"This language is incredibly old," Freed frowned, walking to the wall where the statement was written. "Frankly, I've never seen it before. I wouldn't know where to start."

"Yer magic knows things you don't?" Gajeel frowned.

"Apparently."

This wasn't the type of thing that Gajeel could help with, so he leant on one of the walls and decided to watch as Freed worked. The other man was scribbling things down on a wall of runes that he's created which seemed to only allow for writing. He still had his nose all scrunched up while he was thinking, and he kept tucking his hair behind his ear when it fell. It was funny to think this was the same man who had gone primal and all jungle-man the day before.

He really had misjudged Freed, hadn't he? Now he knew the demon had been affecting his mood - and knew how to ignore that influence - it was easy to agree that Freed was powerful. Hell, maybe if they hadn't gotten off to such a bad start, they would have been good teammates.

They could still, that's what the point of the simulation was, right? To bring them together.

Gajeel didn't know how giving Freed a task that Gajeel would be no help with might bring them together, but the simulation seemed pretty impressive so far. He let his gaze fall on the untranslated words again, and actually looked at them this time. It still looked like a selection of random lines, and Gajeel nearly gave up and went back to watching Freed again. It was only when he saw a familiar spiral looking shape in with the rest of the lines that he realised how this was meant to bring them closer.

"Fuck," Gajeel cussed, and Freed immediately looked towards him. "It's Draconic."

"Draconic?" Frred said incredulously. "That language has been dead for millennia. You know it."

"No," Gajeel shook his head. "Well, not really. Even when I was a kid there was no point in learning it since it was forgotten by everyone but the dragons. Metalicana, he was basically my father, insisted that I be able to write my own name in my language," He walked to the writing and pointed at the single spiral. "That's an 'A', I could never get that right. Pa used to yell at me, so I remember it."

"You don't happen to remember the rest, do you?"

"Not of the top of my head," Gajeel spoke under his breath. "Can I use that writing rune thing?"

"Of course," Freed said, making a motion. The small slab of runes that Freed had been scribbling on flew towards him, and Gajeel sat cross-legged on the floor like he had when he was a kid. Suddenly, he felt like he was back in the fields where he had grown up, writing with chalk on stone under his Pa's instructions. He didn't often think about his youth; it was nice.

His arm moved without him thinking. Writing his name was muscle memory, and the familiar pattern of lines that was his name in Draconic quickly was printed on the runes. It had been years since he had seen it. It was nice.

He couldn't dwell on it. He certainly couldn't get emotional about it.

"I'm pretty sure it's similar to how we write. There's a letter for A, a letter for B and so on," Gajeel murmured a little. "Give me a second."

He wrote his name normally under the Draconic counterpart, showing what each letter's counterpart was. Freed made quick work of finding all the letters of Gajeel's name in the statement written on the wall. On the wall there was one G, one A, three E's, one L, four R's, one D, two F's and three O's. Not enough to find out what the statement was, but it was a starting point. Freed had immediately began trying to look for patterns in the letters they already knew, hoping to reverse engineer the alphabet. By the look of frustration on his face, it didn't seem to be working.

"You need help?" Gajeel asked, taking a step towards Freed. "Anything I can do?"

"Did your father only teach you how to write your name?" Freed asked, and Gajeel found it oddly comforting that Freed didn't seem off put by the fact Gajeel called a literal dragon his father. "Is that the only link to your Draconic ancestry you have? Do you know any history? It might help."

Well Gajeel could do that.

Years worth of history lessons seemed to spew out without Gajeel thinking. Everything from how dragons used to live, to the nesting patterns of hatchlings, to everything else that Gajeel had thought had left his head years ago. Once he started talking it felt like he couldn't stop, and Freed didn't seem to want him to. It was kinda nice to be able to talk about his past openly; the only other people who might have understood were Natsu and Wendy. They already knew everything, Freed didn't.

Once Gajeel had run out of things to say, Freed asked him more about the nesting patterns. Gajeel went through it all again, and inadvertently explained the types of mountains Dragons used to nest in. From this, Freed figured out which continent the Dragons lived on, and what cultures developed from Draconic influence. Somehow, he managed to reverse engineer the Draconic alphabet from that of a language currently in use.

Gods, how did the man's mind work?

"There's good news and bad news," Fred eventually said, looking back at Gajeel. "We've translated it, but it seems my magic has an agenda of sorts."

Before Gajeel could ask what that meant, Freed motioned for his writing runes to fly towards him. It was incredibly weird, and funny, seeing just how bad Freed's handwriting was, but he quickly ignored that. As much as he wanted to make fun of the man for his near incomprehensible writing, they weren't close enough to say things like that to one another.

Hm. Gajeel had kind of forgotten he was nervous about his relationship with Freed for a moment.

Rather than fixating, he looked down to the runes again and saw what Freed had translated. He grinned a little when he saw what they had to say to progress; Freed's magic did have an agenda, and didn't seem to be very subtle.

"We gotta say it at the same time?" Gajeel asked.

"I expect so," Freed agreed. A moment later, they both spoke.

"Our similarities outweigh our differences."

With a flurry of movements, the runes glowed and the room shifted around them. The words on the walls disappeared, and a small metal rod rose up from the ground. A metre away from the metal rod, a spark of lighting appeared in the air, flicking with powerful magic. A moment later, the instruction appeared in front of them both.

'Task Two. Conduct the electricity from the lighting into the metal rod. Touching the lighting will fill you with enough pain to render you unconscious, meaning you have failed the simulation.'

"Shit," Gajeel whispered. "Yer runes can be brutal."

"They're usually not quite so bad," Freed mused, walking towards the lightning and inspecting it, though not closely enough to touch it. "I intended the simulation to make us work well as a team. I suppose after the way we have been treating one another for the past few days, my magic believed we need something intense to bring us tougher."

"Guess so," Gajeel mumbled, a little guiltily. He was responsible for that. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Freed dismissed, seemingly fascinated by the challenge. "Honestly, I think the challenges are aimed at challenging my preconceived ideas about you. I had written you off as an idiot who could only utilize your fists, so my magic put us in a situation where you would talk about something you're well versed in and passionate about," Freed was still looking at the spark, a little wistful in his expression. "Frankly, the way you described your culture was beautiful. It certainly destroyed any ideas I had about your mind being anything but… well, wonderful."

Gajeel flushed a little at the compliment, looking away. He wasn't great when people said good things about him, and he tended to deflect when it happened.

"So, yer magic worked. We respect each other at least now, right?" Gajeel said gruffly, Freed nodded. "Other than respect, the only thing I need to work well with another guy is trust. So, guess this is made to make us trust each other."

Freed hummed a little, and his nose scrunched up again.

Fuck, it was kinda cute.

"Say, hypothetically, that this lightning didn't cause you any pain," Freed mused aloud, glancing between the spark of lighting and the metal rod. "Would you be able to use your magic to transform your body into a conductive metal. So you could stretch your fingers from the spark to the rod and have the current pass through you?"

"Yeah, I think so," Gajeel shrugged a little. "Don't exactly wanna touch it if it'll knock me out. Had enough of that this week," He had spoken before thinking, and Freed averted his gaze. "Shit I didn't mean to say that."

"No, no. It's fair," Freed said passively, but didn't seem to believe his words.

"Why'd you ask anyway?" Gajeel asked, trying to avert the topic.

"I've crafted runes that will lessen the effect of lighting magic, a necessity of working with Laxus," Freed explained, looking at the spark again. "If you're correct and this is to make us trust one another, then perhaps it's as simple as you using your magic to make a metal bridge between source and the rod, and you have to trust that my runes will stop you from hurting."

"Guess it makes sense," Gajeel agreed, frowning. "You sure it works?"

"It has worked against every type of lightning I've used it to deflect from before," Freed said, looking to Gajeel. "I can't promise that it will work, though. This is made of my magic, not natural lightning, so there's no way of knowing for sure yet."

Gajeel thought for a moment, before stealing himself and shrugging. "Fuck it, we ain't got any other ideas. Lay it on me."

Freed moved to stand behind Gajeel, and a moment later a cold hand was pressed against the back of his neck. He heard muttering in a language he didn't know, then the familiar feeling of magic rolling down his skin. The sensation of a rune on his skin was unknown to him - a rune not meant to hurt him anyway - and it sent a slight shiver down his spine. Maybe that was just because Freed was cupping his neck; it was a part of his body that people didn't often touch, after all.

A sheen of magic flowed over his skin, and Gajeel watched as his body flowed purple for a second. The spell was obviously completed, as the magic seemed to seep into his skin, but Freed still kept his hand on Gajeel's neck.

"You gonna let go?" He asked with a frown.

"No. If my rune fails, we should share the pain," Freed's tone left no room for argument.

"It's yer funeral," Gajeel mumbled.

He placed his hand on the iron rod, covering his skin with his iron. Slowly, he extended one of his hands towards the flickering sparks of lighting, wincing a little as it got closer. He really fucking hoped Freed's runes worked, because even after Wendy had come by to heal him, Gajeel wasn't fully recovered. Another bout of unconsciousness would only make things worse.

With a flinch, he forced his metallic digit into the lightning. It didn't hurt as such, more like a tingle that spread through him and perhaps Freed. The lightning passed across him, into his hand, and lit the metal rod up. The room turned green.

"Guess it worked," Gajeel grinned a little, turning to Freed.

When he turned, he was taken aback by the sight of the other man. Freed was hot, Gajeel hadn't bothered to hide that even when they were arguing, and he was handsome too. But when he was smiling a victorious smile, a slight magical haze in his eyes, expression equal parts cocky and satisfied, he looked fucking beautiful. The glow of the purple runes illuminated his pale skin, made his eyes shine, and made Gajeel damn near breathless.

He was staring at him, and suddenly something fell into place. He had wondered what would take the place of the antagonism between them, and suddenly an option was shown to him. Freed was now sexy, handsome and beautiful. He had a scrunchy nose, hummed in the shower, and had a wild side.

"It did," Freed's voice, which sounded like honey now Gajeel paid attention, cut through his thoughts. "Thank you for trusting me, Gajeel."

"Ain't a problem, Pretty-Boy."

The slip of the tongue made Gajeel freeze. Freed didn't comment on it, but Gajeel didn't miss the slight upturn of his lips. Fuck he had a pretty smile, didn't he?

Gods dammit.

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chanlixformysoul · 3 years

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Sounds easy, right? [ Chanlix ]

rating: mature

word count: 2217

chapter: 1

next chapter: 2

summary:

➥ Felix was sent to kill Chan but he got hurt and now Chan is nursing Felix back to health, they might also fall in love on the way.

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estimated reading time: 17.1 minutes

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. Felix would sneak his way in, kill Chan and get his goddamn money.

But oh boy he was in for a ride. The 'Big Boss' as people would call him wasn't that big nor great at all, he was just the co-CEO of the company, one position away from being the big CEO. His brother, Chan's dad, died besides his mother 7 years ago in a car accident , leaving Chan as CEO of the company. The Big Boss used Felix whenever he wanted to, but he never put Felix in a position like this before, to kill a person. He knew that if he disobeyed the Big Boss he would get beaten up and tortured, plus he would never get the money promised back and the fact that he was a cat hybrid didn't help either. The Big Boss told Felix to kill Chan, he would sneak in his house and get rid of him because he needed to not because he wanted to.

Sounds easy, right?

Well it actually isn't, not when Felix tripped because the welcome mat at the entrance was crooked sending his head into the door with a loud thump sound. As he tried to get away fast he lost his balance and was sent once again flying down the big and grand staircase. The door immediately opened, revealing a distressed looking man, shirt halfway undone and one shoe off. Felix knew Chan rushed outside because of the noise that he made but he couldn't help but admire his figure.

'Hey buddy, care to explain?' Chan said as he crossed his arms one over another raising his eyebrows.

'I umm... actually.... sorry, I gotta go.' But little did he know that falling down a huge staircase can do this much. Pain started to shoot from his ankles to his ribs and back. The big impact with the door sure left it's mark as he felt blood dripping from his blonde locks to his eyebrows. He pulled himself from the ground, trying to not make a fool out of himself more than he actually did earlier, wincing and shooting silent cuss words at himself for being so goddamn stupid.

Before he could walk down the street, he wanted to run but he weighed his options and he knew that if he started running it was only a matter of two steps before he came crashing to the ground once again.

He was about to do his second step but suddenly a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

'What the heck happened to you?'

'Oh... as I said I have to go, sorry.'

'You're not going anywhere, not with that head of yours.'

Felix couldn't believe what just happened, he screwed up the mission. He could say goodbye to this month's rent, goodbye to any decent meal he would allow himself to buy with the money check. Maybe if Big Boss would have some mercy he could leave him and not kill him, maybe he would understand, but deep down Felix knew he was gonna be tortured again by the thoughts of affording to even live when he opens his eyes every morning.

He couldn't stop trembling and his legs started shaking with fear of being killed by Big Boss because of his failed mission. Before he knew it he started crying, like full on sobbing and at last collapsed to the ground leaving a distressed Chan picking him up and urgently calling his doctor to come see the boy.

Chan was confused, really confused. This boy, he wanted to do something, right? But at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little weird because of the younger one. He had such a pretty face, rosy cheeks accompanied by constellations of freckles, lips that looked like petals of the rarest and finest flower you could find on earth. Chan found himself admiring the boy after the doctor left. As the doctor said it there weren't such serious issues but it wasn't something little either. The paper entitled prescription was long and let's say not even close to Felix's budget.

Chan kept a washing cloth by his side all the time, slowly stroking the youngest arms and forehead. He placed Felix on his bed justifying his actions in his head saying 'the couch is too small'. As he was making his way to the kitchen,Chan saw a little head that popped up in his bed. He made sure to bring the glass of water and the pills that the doctor prescribed. Felix woke up, and by that he knew he had officially fucked up real hard.

He tried to escape the blanket, kicking it off of him but the pain started once again as well. His ribs, back, legs, head and ankles hurt like hell. As he cleared his vision he saw Chan... he was done for sure.

'Hi there, I see that you woke up. Don't worry just stay in bed and take these. Oh and the bill for the medication, I took care of it.' He simply said smiling while placing the pills and water down on the nightstand.

Felix immediately came to his senses when Chan sat besides him on the bed. He tried to get off the bed but he was once again stopped but this time not only by the immense pain, but by strong arms.

'Where are you going?'

'To my house? I didn't ask for your kindness you know? You could've just let me be on the ground. It would've been better that way for the both of us trust me.' Felix said with no emotion in his voice.

'Hey, you can go to your home once you will recover, I'm not letting you out like this especially at this hour.' That made Felix turn his head for the nearest thing that indicated time only to read it as 11:34 pm. Fucking great isn't it. He knew the busses wouldn't be out that late and he knew that from this wealthy neighbourhood to his small apartment was an immense distance that he couldn't travel by foot.

'At least tell me your name, mines Chan.'

'Felix...'

'That's a cute name, Felix.' Chan said while trying to get the younger one to look at him in the eyes. He was getting closer and closer until he saw that Felix was crying once again.

'Hey what's wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?'

'I failed, I'm gonna be left in the streets again, I'm so sorry. Please let me go, please. I'm a bad person, you don't want me here.' Felix continued sobbing, putting his hands to cover up his face and turning his head so Chan couldn't look at him.

'No you're not a bad person, Felix. If you want you can stay here with me, I'm always lonely, I rarely go out because of my work. I'm either at work or at home. You can stay with me for as long as you want to, I won't force you, just come here...' Chan says looking at Felix with gentleness in his eyes before climbing over the mattress to hug the youngest little frame.

'It's okay, Lix, I'm here you don't need to worry'

'Why are you being nice to me? I was supposed to do a bad thing to you.' He says sniffing and letting more tears fall down.

'Felix, I like you, that's why I'm being nice to you, I want you to stay with me, please tell me what's wrong' Chan said, voice trembling, not knowing what to do.

'Please don't hit me or do something, your uncle s-send me to kill you, I didn't want to but he would torture me if I didn't and I wouldn't get the money, I need the money so I can live, I'm sorry ' Felix sobbed harder than before as he looked at Chan. Chan shifted, Felix immediately twitched expecting a slap and then to be beaten up and thrown away just like Big Boss's men do with him all the time, Felix was shaking so much he fell out the bed into the hard and expensive wood flooring. His back started hurting more but that didn't matter he started to run to the door. Chan was quick and caught him pulling him to his chest.

'Did uncle really say that?'

Felix couldn't even look in Chan's eyes as he nodded. Tears trailed down his cheeks again.

'I'm sorry, I'm going to leave you. I don't have the money for the medication but I will give it to you, I promise just please don't hurt me. I swear I will disappear and you don't have to see me again, I promise...' Felix cried into his hands, his knees starting to give in so he dropped to the floor. He winced in pain as he made contact with the floor. He felt exhausted but he would go to his apartment, he had to.

Chan quickly went down to Felix picking him up while whispering that he's not mad at him and that he is just a little shocked. Felix was still saying that he didn't need to be carried, he just wanted to go home but Chan insisted that he will have to stay here till his pain is gone. Felix being exhausted physically and emotionally he agreed. Chan carried Felix to his bed placing him gently on it.

'Let's sleep for now, we will talk tomorrow,ok?'

'It's ok' said Felix going down on the floor again, this time intentionally. Chan just watched the younger not understanding what he was doing.

'Good night.' Said Felix as he laid on the cold flooring, feeling his back and ribs ache.

'Felix I-' Chan was cut off by Felix.

'Oh sorry, I will go in the living room'

'No, don't do that. I was just wondering what you were doing on the floor?'

'Trying to sleep?' He said looking confused as well.

'Felix, come here' Chan said as he patted the space next to him.

'I know we've just met a few hours ago but please stay with me, I beg you'

'I don't know, Chan, I have nothing to offer you, I have no family, no friends, no money, I'm also a cat hybrid. I'm practically useless, better off dead.' He said as he slowly got on the bed, staying on the edge so he could occupy less space than he needed to.

'Don't say that, come closer, I want to hug you if that's ok'

Felix didn't say anything he just got closer to the older. Raising his head to look at Chan, he found the older's eyes comforting, this time Felix hugged Chan burying his face in Chan's chest and collarbone. Chan let out a chuckle, Felix feeling the vibration through his chest.

'So what's your answer?'

'If I'm not a bother, I want to stay.'

'That's perfect then, can we sleep like this? I want to cuddle you while sleeping.' Felix turned red feeling his ears burning.

'O-ok then' Chan only nodded in agreement, setting them down. Felix didn't know what to do so he just stayed still not even daring to look at Chan.

'Do you not want to cuddle?' Asked Chan as he propped his head up a little.

'I never did it before, I don't know what to do...' he looked down in embarrassment.

'Really? That's okay. Do you want to face me or not?'

'I want to see your face'

'Okay then, sweetheart, come closer'

Felix could only smile at the sudden nickname clinging to the older, as he snuggled into him.

'I'm sorry for everything'

'You didn't do anything, bub, it's all ok now, we are together and that's what matters in the end.'

'Aren't you mad at me? I got you in so much trouble...I feel bad, i didn't want to accept the task, but I didn't have another choice, they would torture me and beat me and then throw me out like a dog... I didn't want that to happen again, I'm sorry Chan, I really am...' Felix said looking up at Chan, putting a hand gently on Chan's cheek.

Chan put his hand above Felix's hand noticing how tiny it was.

'Don't worry, it's none of your fault, you were the victim and as soon as you get better we will go and confront uncle.'

'No, please don't do that, please. You will get in trouble for me and he will come for you. I don't want to lose you' Felix started tearing up again but now Chan was here for him. Chan held him closer whispering that everything is okay.

'Don't worry Felix, uncle will be punished for everything he has done to you. I can't believe he will actually do that to someone, how cruel can one be?'

'Thank you, Chan, for helping me and letting me stay with you.'

'Felix, no need to worry, okay? You're here with me from now on. Let's sleep, it's gotten late.'

'Thank you, Channie.....' Felix mumbled cutely as he drifted into the land of dreams but this time his dreams weren't nightmares this time, his dreams were full of Chan's face, laugh, touch.....he was feeling happy. Was he allowed to feel that way?

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shelby-love · 4 years

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JAY HALSTEAD

“The start of something amazing”

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: This is my "most famous" work ig. I wrote this when I started this blog back in November 2019 and I've gotten MUCH better at writing so I thought why not edit it?

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"Ambulance 61, truck 81, squad 3. House fire West Street Lane 54 45."

Upon hearing the announcement boom through the fire house, Gabriela Dawson found herself standing frozen. The sudden loudness made it clear of what awaited beyond those doors, getting the members of 51 on they feet.

Hopping to your feet, you made your way outside, though stopping in your steps upon noticing Gabby's posture. Tapping her shoulder, you gathered her attention. "Don't worry Dawson," You smiled reassuringly. "Casey and I will be right behind you."

Gabby was nervous, that much was obvious. Making it to truck took a lot of effort and strain on her part. She didn't want to feel so frightened, but she couldn't help the fact that every call gave her big nerves.

"Your boyfriend is the lieutenant," You joked casually. "You'll be fine."

You start changing into your gear, glancing up at Gabby as you do so. Clicking your tongue, you say, "Look, after shift. Tonight; you, me, Casey and Jay. A double date at Molly's."

She smiles and follows you into the truck, "Yeah, I'd like that."

Your friends settled inside, scooting over upon seeing you climb into the vehicle. Sitting next to Mouch, you leaned your head against his shoulder, listening closely to what was being said around you.

"What do you think?" Asks Herrmann, shifting his weight until he got comfortable in his spot. "Is this some kind of a oh-I-forgot-to-turn-off-the-stove call or is it something serious?"

You've been in stronger fires, burning 20 or more story building that sorta thing, making this something that was supposed to be easy peasy. It's a house fire. They happen every day unfortunately.

"I hope it's nothing serious. I barely slept last night," You tell him truthfully, remembering the toss and turning you had to go through.

Gabby nodded in understanding, "You feeling okay now?"

You nodded with a grimace, "Must be the Thai Jay and I had."

"Anyway," you began. "Isn't Street Lane like the fanciest part of Chicago or something?"

"Yeah that's where all the millionaires live," Otis replied, glancing behind the steering wheel ever so slightly in your direction.

You felt Mouch shrug, the sudden movement had your head rolling off his shoulder, though you were quick to place it back, Mouch tapping his palm against your head.

After 10 minutes or so, that ended up feeling like hours due to Gabby's constant taps against the floor of the vehicle, everyone jumped out of the truck, giving you the impression that the truck itself is on fire.

Outside, neighbors buzzed with anticipation, stepping out of the way when told to. "Everyone let's open up the roof! Y/LN you're with Severide on this one."

You gave Matt a nod of determination before running over to where squad is prepped to enter the burning house. The modern 3 story home on normal occasions looked mind blowing, giving everyone in passing envy to feel.

But at the moment each story was decorated with blazing fire, sucking out the luxury. "Y/LN there's a scared kid upstairs, her mom says she won't talk to us. We need you to try for us. "

You nod, "Yes Lieutenant."

Kelly gives you a rougish smile, one that used to make you week in the knees, "Good. Now go. Top floor."

With Mouch aiming the long ladders to the top window, you start climbing them. After climbing them up and down numerous amounts of times, the thought of doing so felt like a second nature now.

For a brief moment, you remembered how scared you were in the academy. You shook your head immediately, not quite understanding where the sentiment was coming from.

Was it just you or were you drifting off to memory land more often lately?

You grab the window by its sill, ignoring the flashing memories and throw yourself inside.

Your hands grasped your radio immediately, "I'm in chief. Fire department call out!"

There's no response so you put on your mask and make your way deeper inside the room. Glancing around, you assess the room for possible hiding spots.

Only to find none.

The king sized bed, similar to the one at your own home, is on fire and so is most of the furniture surrounding it. You kick the door of the wardrobe with your leg only to find no one inside.

You walk outside and into the wide hallway, barely being able to see from the smoke and blazing orange flames. You call out again, though louder this time before kicking open the first door to your left. "Fire department call out!"

The voice that answers is so faint that if Gabby were inside, she would've surely missed it. But as someone with experience, the voice was recognizable and you knew that there was someone inside. "Call out!"

Somehow, while the furniture around the window, including the window itself, was being eaten away by fire, the furniture by the door being safe from the fire.

Not for long.

You spot a toy box in the only avaliable corner in the room, moving ever so slightly. Almost as if someone was trying to get out.

Toys of all shapes and sizes are scattered all around the box, urging you to slowly make your way to it before pushing it over the proper way.

A gasp leaves your mouth involuntarily.

The little girl looked around 5, her body too small and fragile to belong to a girl older than that.

She looked at you with bright blue eyes, catching you off guard with the electrical glow they had. A story of fear pushed through her irises, letting you know of the trust issues that colored her.

The girl shakes her head violently and coughs out whatever she can, breaking your heart with the actions. Without a second thought, you pulled your mask over your head, taking it off even when it tangled itself with your hair. "I need you to come with me, sweetheart. The fire is growing and it's not safe here anymore. Your mommy is waiting for you outside, come sweetie let me help you."

If you could describe her anxiety with words, you'd compare it with the fire. Overwhelming and strong. "Hey, hey sweetie it's okay...I'm going to help you, my name's Y/N."

She looked at you, giving you the impression that she was analyzing you. Eventually she did seem to come to a conclusion that she indeed was not safe inside.

After her nod, you didn't waste time by placing your mask over her head, pressing the button to release oxygen. After scooping her into your arms, the little girl wrapped both her arms and legs around you. Grateful that she trusts you, you ran into the hallway and toward the very window you came through.

But Wallace Boden stopped you before you could do so much as take a step toward the door. "Y/LN go down immediately! The house is going to blow!!"

You heart races for a tiny bit and you sprint to the staircase. You feel the girl shaking in your arms but you don't let that stop you for a second, the need to get out taking over. Brushing your hand over her dirty, smoke colored hair you whispered into her ear. "You're gonna be okay..."

The pressure the fire had on the upstairs floor finally gathers into an explosion. The force of the blow sends you flying down the stairs, urging you to wrap yourself tighter against the child, protecting her with every fiber in your body. You back hurts immensely but you manage to stand up, "Chief!"

Fire continues to grow, ignoring your whimpers and coughs. Your ankle seemed to twist in the process of falling but you bite down your bottom lip, chewing down on it until you drew blood and walk no matter the pain.

You spot the open window, and don't think twice before sprinting toward it even with an ankle being the way it was. The ladders are placed securely placed against window stills, allowing you put the little girl on them and let Hermann take her despite her whails of protests.

While waiting for her to be helped down the ladders, you turned around and slammed the door shut behind you. The pain in your back intensifies and you feel you lip bleed from both the inside and outside.

And then you see it.

The fire just under the door, you feel the pressure it has on the door. It's going to burst.

Without thinking, and in just the right time - you jump out of the window.

The moment you're out and flying in the air the explosion that was building up finally breaks, sending everything to chaos.

You catch the ladders by the cold metallic railing just in time, though it doesn't take a second before your fingers start to loosen their hold.

Knowing that the ladder will slip right through your fingers, you urged your arms to push you upwards but with no avail. The pain you sustained was intense.

"Y/LN HANG ON. WE'RE GETTING YOU DOWN!" You hear your Chief yell and true to his words, you were lowered down.

It was sudden, the feeling of losing consciousness. Everything that had happened while you were inside seemed to catch up to you with great speed. The pain in your back and ankle, your rigid breathing and tight lungs, busted lip and bruised face. 5 feet in the air and you finally lose the hold you had on the ladder.

You fall to the ground and before you could even reach it - you were out cold.

***

You wake up in the hospital, April hovering over you with a warm smile. You try to move but you feel sore all over, your attempts at moving being a twitch of your fingers. "Take it easy Y/N. I'll go tell them they can come see you now."

Your mind starts replaying images of what happened. You smile lightly. I jumped out of a freaking window.

"April, is Jay-"

Your eyes widen when you see Jay rushing in, before you could even finish your question. April points to him with a smirk, leaving you two be and giving you privacy by pulling the curtain closed.

"Jesus Y/N you freaked me out." Jay sighed, immediately leaning in to kiss you forehead. Your eyes immediately spot the badge around his waist, it glimmers under the light above you. "Did you ditch work for me, babe?"

"Damn right I did," Your boyfriend replied, quite proudly you noted, leaning toward your parted lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, filled with unshed worry that turned to relief after a moment. It felt as though Jay was reassuring both you and himself that you were okay. "I came here as soon as I heard what happened."

You squeeze his hand in gratitude, watching with teary eyes as he brushes a few misplaced strands of hair out of your face, tucking them softly behind your ears. Jay's brother Will, come in the room soon after. Behind him stood Jeff, a very close friend of yours.

"Hey guys." You greet them, rather brightly after Jay wiped a fallen tear off your face. "Jeff how's the med life been treating you?"

You missed seeing Jeff at work, daring to admit it felt lonely without him to a degree. "Eh, good enough. I miss the fire."

Will slapped his shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, I bet you do," You said with a chuckle, before gesturing to yourself and your body with a hand that wasn't held tightly in Jay's. "I mean, how could someone not miss this."

Everyone laughed at your words until Will deemed appropriate to speak up in regards to your medical condition, "Well, Y/N... You and your baby are going to be just fine. I'll get started on the discharge-"

Baby? "Baby? Will what did you say?" Jay asled, his face looking the same level of confused as yours.

"I said that Y/N and her baby are-"

"I'm pregnant?" You asked in disbelief. How?

"Yes Y/N you're 9 weeks along." said Will with a smile, "Congratulations you two."

We were careful, was your only thought. Not that the news were bad.

Just surprising.

"But I'm on the pill-" You started, only to remember the medication you took a few months ago as a way to fight away the sickness you were feeling.

You weren't a paramedic, nor an doctor in any sense. But it wasn't hard to put two and two together.

"Will...Can certain antibiotics dilute my birth control and stop it from working?"

Will creased his eyebrows, but deciding to answer nevertheless. "Yes. It depends on which ones you use but most of the time that's the case," Will confirms your suspicion. "I'm guessing you didn't know."

"We didn't," answered Jay for the both of you.

You didn't even feel the onset of tears that rushed down your cheeks, "I'm going to be a mom."

Happiness surged through your body, making it the moment you knew that you wanted this. Your pregnancy might have been unexpected but you wouldn't change it for the world. One look at Jay, who had his face nested against your twined hands and all was confirmed.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, kissing his head until he rose his head to meet your eyes with the same amount, if not more tears in his blue eyes. Jay pulled you in for a passionate kiss, not caring about the company. "A mini us."

Your smile reached the sky and you put a hand to your belly as a result. Something so beautifully pure and innocent grew inside of you, being the gift of love.

You're having a child with the man who loves you like the night sky loves it's stars.

But then, so suddenly guilt washes over you. The air around you changed, making Jay furrow his brows. You could've lost the baby today. A baby you didn't even know you were carrying. If you knew, there was no way in hell you would've walked into that house and continued working no matter how much you loved your job.

"Your mommy and daddy love you." You whispered, running your free hand over your slightly swollen stomach, "Your mom is so sorry for what happened today."

Jay kissed your temple, reassuring you that none of what had happened was your fault. A moment later, you found yourself smiling. You met Will's eyes. "Will you're gonna be an uncle."

The older Halstead shrugged, but the pride and joy was flickering in his eyes as he scanned the monitor. "You bet. I'm happy for you two, man really I am."

"Don't worry bro. Your time will come too," Jay told him before he stood up and hugged his brother. You wouldn't be surprised, him and Natalie are an adorable couple.

"I'm happy for you Y/N. Congratulations." Jeff rubbed your shoulder. You beamee at him. "I'll go and get them."

By them he meant your colleagues; family.

Silvie and Gabby were the first ones to be rushed in, followed by the rest of the fire house until the trauma room was crammed with pure muscle. "Y/N are you okay??"

Jay, who had left the room with Will to sign some papers pushed through to stand by your side once again, "They're okay."

You tried your best to not laugh at their confused expressions, barely even holding it in when Kelly muttered something about how Jay wasn't even injured.

On que Will turns on the ultrasound (perhaps because the brothers talked it through in the hallway) and gasps are heard all around, filling the small room with emotions that ranged from surprise and disbelief to pure joy for you and Jay.

With gel on your belly, Will starts moving the transducer and soon a small baby can be seen on the screen, a really small baby, but a baby nevertheless. Tears in your eyes piled up once again and you squeeze Jay's hand joyfully. You could hear Silvie say, "I think I'm going to faint."

Life just became a hell of a lot more exciting and you couldn't wait to experience every part of it with the man you love most on this world.

Rounds of congratulations happen after that, each and every one of them saying different things once they're left alone with you.

Mouch asked Jay to send a kiss to Sargeant Platt; Hermann got Cindy and his kids on video chat, continously welcoming you to the family life; Severide actually had gloss in his eyes because he was so happy, though he did everything in his power to not admit to it.

Gabby and Casey canceled your double date at Molly's because they want you on bed rest. They said they'll bring takeout to your shared place instead.

"Just no Thai, please."

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brycelahelalover · 4 years

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Unicorn pillow

Pairing: Bryce × f!MC (Tesse Sterling)

Author's note: So me and @lahamseiroshoe were talking about Bryce and I got this idea, so I hope you like it. Btw, I totally think Bryce would do this. Picture not mine.

Tesse was just closing the door of Barbara's room behind her when she noticed Bryce getting out of the locker with something in his hands. She saw him checking the hall from side to side before turning in the opposite direction and walking at a brisk pace. Giving in to the curiosity tugging at her, she decided to follow him.

By the time Tesse turned the corner, Bryce was already at the end of the hall, opening the door for the staircase. Worried that he might be in trouble and that she'll lose him, Tesse decided to call after him.

"Hey, Bryce, wait up."

She saw him stop, frozen in his spot, not turning around to face her, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't. Speeding up her pace, Tesse caught up to him, touching his elbow when he still didn't turn to face her.

"Bryce..?"

Deciding that he has nowhere to go, Bryce turned around slowly but not before closing the staircase door and hiding the object behind him, leaning on it. And then he shot one of his many smirks at her, though Tesse could detect that it had an edge of nervousness to it.

"Hey, Tesse, what's up?" He said with a fake confidence.

"What's up with you? You're acting like you're up to something." Tesse shot back at him.

"Up to something? Always. But not today. I just have a patient I need to prep." He said, his faux confidence wavering.

"Really? Than what's that behind your back?" She said, the suspiciousness obvious on her tone.

"Oh, that's just my lunch.." He replied, clearly nervous.

"You never bring lunch with you."

"Yeah, ummm, I, uhh.."

"Bryce, why don't you just show me what you have? I swear I will not judge you." Tesse said, the suspicion now replaced by worry.

Knowing that he was not getting out of this and heaving a sigh of defeat, Bryce brought out the object from behind his back. It was this very cute pink pillow with a unicorn printed on top of it.

"What is this?" Asked Tesse, unable to keep the smile off her face at this very adorable thing.

"A pillow." Responded Bryce sheepishly.

"I can see that. But what do you need it for? Those surgeries stopped giving you guns and started giving you back pains instead?" Tesse countered back, pouncing on the chance to tease him for a change.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't judge.."

"I'm not."

"And you know I still got the guns. But no, this is not for me."

"For who then?"

"You'll see."

Bryce said before taking her hand, opening the door again and leading her up the stairs.

After passing the second floor of the hospital, Tesse turned to the unaffected surgical resident beside her, breathing heavily. She really was out of shape.

"Bryce? Where are we going?" She said, stopping him so she can catch her breath for a minute.

"What? Tired already?" He asked, that infamous smirk coming back to grace his face.

"We don't all have bodies of athletes around here." Tesse replied, rolling her eyes at his smugness.

"I can carry you, if you want?"

"What?"

"On my back."

Tesse thought about it for a little bit but then a smirk bloomed on her face, deciding that she was going to catch him on his bluffing.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna take you up on that." She said.

But she was pleasantly surprised when Bryce gave her the pillow and then turned around and crouched so she could climb on his back.

"We doing this or not?" He shot back at her when he noticed her still standing on her spot.

Deciding that she was not going to waste a golden opportunity like this, Tesse tucked the pillow to her chest before wrapping her right arm around his neck and her thighs around his torso for Bryce to take hold of them and stand up before making the rest of the trek up the stairs.

"You comfortable back there?" He asked her.

"Yup." She replied before laying her head on his shoulder.

He squeezed her thigh to that and kept on going.

Before long, they were standing before a staircase door where Tesse climbed down from Bryce's back before he took her hand and lead her down another hallway. To what she figured out after a few minutes was a recovery room. Looking inside the window, Tesse could see a little girl laying on the bed.

Upon noticing the two doctors standing outside her room, the girl waved, recognizing Bryce imidiatly.

The surgeon waved back before opening the door and tilting his head at Tesse to follow him.

"Hi, Dr Lahela." Greeted the girl excitedly.

"Good evening, doctors." Said the girl's mother who stood up when she saw the doctors entering the room.

"Hey, Mia. Good evening, Mrs Taylor. This is Dr Sterling."

"Hello." Greeted Tesse.

"Hello, Dr Sterling."

"How are we today?" Asked Bryce while checking the girl's chart.

"I'm great. My tummy doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's great. And to celebrate, I brought you the unicorn pillow I told you about."

"Really?"

Tesse brandished the pillow toward the little girl, who started cuddling it to her chest upon getting her hands on it.

"Mia, what should we say to the nice doctor." Said Mrs Taylor in a somewhat stern but soft voice.

"Thank you, Dr Lahela. This is so beautiful." Said Mia with shinning eyes.

"You're quite welcome. Just take care of it for me."

The girl nodded eagerly, hugging the pillow tighter to her.

After more thanks from Mrs Taylor, Bryce and Tesse left the room. Making their way to the elevator.

"So, why were you nervous earlier when I caught you?" Tesse asked while they waited.

"Because I've got a reputation to uphold, of course." He replied with a smirk to which he was met with an arched brow.

"It's just something I wanted to do for my patient, I didn't want everyone asking about it.." He said throwing a look Tesse's way to which she just shrugged.

"Or assume that I was using a unicorn pillow to relieved my back pain during surgery."

Suddenly, the elevator pinged before opening its doors to an empty inside.

After making their way in and the elevator started its descend, Tesse turned to Bryce and cupped his face between her hands.

"You know that was the cutest, most precious thing ever, right?" She asked while he leaned into her touch.

"You're still up for our date later?" Bryce asked after a few beats.

Tesse nodded before bringing her lips to his in a sweet, delicate kiss which was interrupted by the elevator's pinging.

"I'll see you later." She said before they parted ways, ready to be done with the day so they can find their way back to each other's arms.

The end

A/N: Heyo, hope you liked this💙💚💛💜💖

Tagging: @lahamseiroshoe @eleanorbloom @choicest @anotherbeingsworld @pralexa01 @fuseboxmusebox

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ambivalent-anarchy · 4 years

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Hurts So Bad... (Part 1)

Introduction

Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: For the first time, Peter Parker meets someone he has no idea how to save...

Warning: angst(obviously), mentions of suicide, depression, self-harm...

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Depression wasn't this crazy thing everyone made it out to be.

It didn't feel like you were endlessly falling. Or that there was this big secret inside of you that you just couldn't seem to find out.

It didn't feel like this desperate need to rid yourself from the world. You didn't feel like you were some terrible thing that no one should look at.

It didn't feel like wanting to cry every second of every day. Or being so filled up with sadness that you were about to overflow.

Instead, it felt like nothing.

Just that. Nothing. Empty. Listless.

Like a gigantic void that needed filling.

Sure, you smiled from time to time. Sometimes you even laughed. Like a functioning person.

But the second whatever caused you to smile was over, the void began bigger, and all of the things that once filled it quickly went from the top to falling in and disappearing and you were empty once again.

You couldn't pin it down to one exact reason. Sure you could blame your parents, but no matter how problematic they were you knew deep inside that they couldn't have been the soul reason. You could say school was causing your depression, but then again, how many times has that been said before?

The truth was, you didn't know. Maybe you were just... like this.

Your dad always told you there was no reason to be sad, as if you didn't know that.

That was the point, wasn't it? You were empty and you didn't know why and that was the problem but the second you told someone the problem they just told you that there was no reason to be empty and you already knew that and you just wanted to scream out "that's the fucking point."

But you couldn't.

So you didn't.

So eventually you stopped saying anything at all.

Because no one would really listen.

Suicide to you wasn't a need. It was a want.

It was not wanting to live with having to try every day to fill an unfillable void so the only thing you could possibly think of to end it would be ending it...

..And not being able to come up with a legitimate reason to try and stay.

And the self harm was for when the emptiness was just too much to take.

Peter was Spiderman when he met you.

Swinging on his webs, desperate to get home after an empty night of hardly any crime. He dashed over buildings, yawning after every other swing. "I need some sleep," he muttered as he finally reached his street.

Maybe it was fate. Maybe God or the universe wanted to stall you out. Or maybe Peter was just too tired to focus. But for whatever reason, Peter missed his house with one extra swing and hopped onto the apartment building beside his.

That was the one you lived in.

Quickly realizing his mistake, Peter chuckled. "I really need some sleep."

He stood on the edge of the building, preparing to jump to the next, when he heard a window open. Instinctively, he turned his head around to where the noise was coming from.

He watched as a girl climbed out of the open window, onto the fire escape staircase in front of her.

That girl was you.

You sat there, staring into the distance, your face expressionless.

Peter didn't know what kept him there, looking at him, but he did. You looked a little familiar but that was it. For some reason, he felt that he needed to be there. He needed to see you.

The universe needed him to see you lift up your sleeve and stare emotionlessly at the fresh cuts.

What you needed to make sure it was real. That the media said you needed to make sure you weren't faking it. Your shameful, painful grip to reality. Only you saw them though. They were the evidence that you hid.

But that night, Peter saw them. He saw them very clearly. "O-oh my God...," he gasped, unable to look away.

You blew them lightly, trying to ease the pain you felt. Your eyes trailed through each one, touching some and then wincing at the pain.

Peter stood helplessly, until he realized.. He was a superhero. He was supposed to help. He had to do something.

As silently as he could, he climbed down the stairs, closer to you. Where had he seen you before this?

When he was only one floor above you, he froze, as he saw a few tears trailing down your cheeks. He looked at his hands to see himself shaking. No, Spiderman couldn't do that. He was the hero. He couldn't be nervous about helping someone in need. 'Get it together, Pete...'

"A little too late to be out, don’t you think?," he said, deciding to not face the problem head-on.

Your eyes flicked to the side, but your body stayed still. You looked at the stranger with a dull expression. "Hello, Spiderman," you said softly, immediately pulling your sleeve up to cover your cuts. "There are no crimes here, as you can see..."

Quickly deciding against his previous decision, he cleared his throat. "Y'know.. that's a pretty nasty habit." That was all he could scrunch up. It probably wasn't the best thing to say, but he was already at a loss for words.

"Really? I hadn't noticed...," you said, though there wasn't a sarcastic drawl in your voice. It was as if you were in a listless trance.

Tears began to prick at his eyes. "I think-"

"I think you need to go look for crimes," you said, still staring straight ahead.

Peter sighed. "Look, I don't know you very much, but I'm sure someone loves-"

"What are you going to say next, Spiderman?," you asked, your eyes watering. "That suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem? That I'm going to hurt a lot of others while hurting myself?" You turned to look him dead in the eyes. "... that there are others out there that are going through worse?"

Oh how you hated that one.

Peter stared back. There was nothing he could actually say to come back at that. You continued, simply saying, "Thanks sir. But I've heard it all before..." He looked ahead, hopelessly thinking for some way to get ahead of this game. But as if he wasn't when there, you continued to speak.

"And they'd mourn, Spiderman. I'm sure they would.. but mourning ends after awhile." You breathed in. "-And I'm certain.. give it a year tops.. they'll remember me.. but no one still care about me... because I'd be gone."

He went to sit next to you. He didn't know what to say. "Um, do you wanna get some bandages for that?" He never fully looked at your face up close, respecting your privacy.

"I'm fine, thank you," you rushed out, just waiting for this to be over. "Thanks for your concern Spiderman but I- um, I'm fi-," you tried to say before your face scrunched up and tears began to fall. You couldn't stop it. You covered your face with your hands.

At least this was a new thing. At least now you felt something.

Peter jumped into action. He brought his arm over your shoulders. "It's okay," he said. "It's gonna be okay.."

At that, slowly through your tears, you started to smile. But it wasn't a real smile. It was a dark, bitter smile.

'It's gonna be okay' was something that you heard on a daily basis.

This Spiderman guy didn't know what you felt everyday. He hadn't known that you were on that staircase begging for the courage to jump off.

He didn't know that you were beyond help. That no amount of web-slinging, motivational quotes, or super strength would help you, or at least not for very long.

You didn't even hear the rest of the words that he said to you, or maybe he didn't say any. But it didn't matter.

You only knew that after a while, he somehow got you back through your window, into your room.

And that's when Peter realized, you went to his school. That's where he knew you from. When the light finally hit your face, he knew. Someone that he passed by in the halls every day was struggling. Someone needed saving.

And he had no idea.

You woke up that day feeling more tired than usual.

After sitting in your bed for a while, you stood and walked to your bathroom. The first thing you did was look into the mirror.

There were bags under your eyes. Massive bags under your eyes.

'Great.. that's what I get for crying so much last night.'

You washed your face and got dressed for the day. Then you realized.

'The razors..'

You couldn't remember whether or not you'd put them up, or thrown the dirty ones away for that matter.

'God, I'm an idiot.'

So right before school, you practically turned your entire room upside down in search for the box and the dirty razors beside them. You knew they were somewhere.

In the midst of your search, something caught your eye.

One of your sticky notes were on the window. You didn't remember putting a sticky note on the window..

You walked close. On it read:

You're right, miss. There's nothing I can say that hasn't already been said before. But I will say this. I'm involved now. It's my duty to save people in need of saving and that's exactly what I plan to do. I wasn't kidding when I said that it's going to be okay.

Your friend, Spiderman.

You must've read the note over a trillion times before you realized you were late for school.

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#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #peter parker imagine #spiderman mcu #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman fic #spiderman #hsb #hurts so bad

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tricksters-captain · 5 years

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TMR: The Death Cure/Gally imagine - You Made Me A Promise (Part 2)

AN: I’m so glad that the first part got such a positive response!! Thank you for reading!!

Summary: You and Gally met as rebels against W.C.K.D and now that his old maze friends have returned, you’ll be damned if he thinks he’s leaving you out now.

(PART ONE HERE)

In This part: You’re in this together. Always. If Gally goes into the lions den then so will you.

Pairing(s): Gally x reader

Word count: 3,902

Warnings: Death cure spoilers. Strong Language. Violence. Fluff.

“So, that’s the plan?” You followed Gally as he strode down the alley.

“It’s the only one we got.” Gally stated. “Everyone has a weakness. Let’s just hope hers is still Thomas.”

“Alright, well, when do we leave?” Your question made Gally pause, pinching the bridge of his nose before facing you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked with his hand on his hip.

“What do you mean am I sure?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy. “Gally, I’m going no matter what.”

“(Y/n), we aren’t talking about some mission into the city.” Gally tried to explain but you weren’t about to just sit back and listen to the ‘dangers’ of a trip like this.

“And you don’t think I know that? You don’t think I know what going into WCKD actually means? The consequences? The possibility of not coming back?” You couldn’t help but raise your voice slightly. “Gally, I was here long before you were but there’s no way in hell I’m living here after you. We go together and if something happens then at least I am with you. How many times do I have to explain that?”

“Maybe you don’t think about what I want.” Gally defended himself. “I don’t want to see you get hurt and I’d rather not see you die either.”

You didn't know what to say. Gally knew that you’d come with or without a fight so there wasn’t anything else to say.

Gally sighed and turned to walk away.

“Be ready by sundown.” He told you.

You removed Teresa’s hood when they sat her down. Gally and Thomas needed to be in front of her when she saw where she was.

“Gally?” Teresa stared at the boy with a mixture of confusion and surprise. It was the same look the boys had on their faces when they saw Gally alive.

“Here's how this is gonna go. We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know. We'll start off simple. Where's Minho?” Gally didn’t bother with the niceties.

“You guys don't seriously think––” Teresa started before Gally slammed his chair down in front of her, cutting her short.

“Don't look at him. Why are you looking at him? Look at me.” Gally demanded, “He's not gonna help you. Now, we know you have Minho in the building. Where?” Gally continued. His dominance and sternness made you smirk.

“He's with the others in holding. Sublevel three.” Teresa quickly realised there was no point in not giving answers if she wanted to leave.

“How many others?” Newt asked.

“Twenty-eight.″ Teresa informed him. Gally looked back at Brenda for a moment.

“I can make that work.” She shrugged.

“No. No, you guys don't understand. The whole level's restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID.” Teresa only told you what you already knew.

“That's why you're gonna come with us.” Thomas spoke up.

“Well, I don't know. We don't necessarily need her.” Gally climbed off his chair and made his way over to the scalpel on the table. “Right? Not all of her. We just need her finger.”

“Gally, back off.” Thomas warned Gally he wasn’t on board with the threats.

“What, are you squeamish? I guarantee you she's done a lot worse to Minho.” Gally pointed the scalpel at the girl as he spoke.

“That's not the plan. Back off.” Thomas stood, taking the knife from Gally’s grip.

“It won't make a difference. Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. The sensors will pick you up the––”

“––We know. We're tagged. Property of WCKD. You're gonna help us with that, too.” Thomas interrupted Teresa before taking the scalpel over to her.

Teresa went quiet for a moment.

“You might as well help them, sweetheart. You kinda owe it to ‘em.” You finally pitched in, fiddling with your small handgun as you spoke.

“Teresa, please.” Thomas pleaded.

“Alright.” She nodded.

Newt wanted to go first then Gally then Fry. Thomas went last.

You weren’t property of WCKD. You didn’t need her help.

There are some days you still question how you managed to escape WCKD especially when they went out searching for immune kids.

“She enjoyed that.” Gally grumbled as the bleeding finally stopped.

“You probably right.” Fry agreed.

“It’s not bad, it’ll heal quickly.” You sat behind Gally and ran your thumb over the incision softly. “You okay?” You whispered, you knew that all this was bringing back serious memories of the maze and what happened to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Gally dismissed your worry as Newt brought over some disguises.

“Here, see if these fit.” Newt handed Gally some trousers and a holster.

“And what about me? I don’t think I can pull off the body type of a male guard. I haven't seen a single female security officer in all the time we’ve been observing the building. Not under Janson’s command.” You reminded them that you weren’t just gonna sit around the parking lot and wait.

“We’re gonna see how tight security is on a new doctor. See if we can sneak you around with Teresa.” Gally informed you as he tightened his holster. “New faces walk into that building everyday. It should work if you act calm and look the part.”

“I can do that.” You stated.

��I know.” Gally winked at you as he stood and moved across the room.

The way you got into the building was with Gally. You knew you couldn’t pass as a guard for the entire time you were inside the building but if Gally could get you into the garage then you were in the building.

You met up with Teresa, Thomas and Newt before Teresa unlocked the entry door from the garage to the staircase.

You immediately stripped off your heavy gear and threw on a lab coat and clipboard. You pushed glasses up your nose just in case anyone did recognise you from previous riots and fights and threw your hair up into a ponytail.

You stashed the uniform in a crook by the stairs as Gally worked on getting inside the mainframe of the building so that your team back at base could tamper with the surveillance.

“Alright. Let’s go!” Gally closed the box on the wall before you all headed towards the holding cells.

Teresa let you in and you stepped back to let the boys with their guns sort out the guards inside.

You went around with Newt and Thomas and unlocked each pod but there was no sign of Minho.

Gally broke away to start to break into the vault.

“Guys, this might take some time.” Gally spoke up as he observed the lock.

“Shit... He’s not here.” Thomas searched every cell to see if he could possibly be in one of the beds but he wasn’t. “Where is he?” He confronted Teresa.

“I’ll have to check his status on the computer.” Teresa told him honestly.

You started to move all the bodies with the kids into one of the holding cells whilst Teresa looked and Gally worked on the vault. You didn’t need those fuckers waking up and adding complications to an already complicated situation.

“Somebody’s moved him up to the medical wing.” Teresa said as she found his profile. “Thomas, that’s on the other side of the building.”

“Okay. Take me to him, right now.” Thomas moved away from the screen and towards the door.

“I’m coming with you.” Newt picked up his gun.

“Newt, no, you’re not. You have to stay here and wait with Gally for the serum.”

“You can’t do this on your own. Minho comes first remember.” Newt and Thomas argued.

“Just go. I’ll wait here with Gally, make sure we actually get the serum. You get the boy.” You told the boys as you picked up one of the guards guns.

“Alright.” Thomas sighed, “Alright.”

“We’ll meet you out back.” Gally added. Thomas nodded, giving in.

“Okay. Let’s go.” Thomas ushered Teresa towards the door.

“Hey Greenie!” Gally called back to Thomas before he left. “Good luck.”

“Alright, everyone settle down. We’re gonna be here a while. Anyone know how to use a gun?” You asked the kids around you. A couple of the boys and a girl put their hands up and you gave them the remaining guns. “Keep an eye out for any security. Don't shoot until I shoot.” You gave them their orders before standing back and watching the surveillance on the large desk computer.

“I’m in.” Gally called out as the lock broke off.

“Great! Be quick.” You told him as he went in and filled a bag with the serum.

“Okay. We need to get out of here.” Gally did as he was told and swiftly did the job. “Stay close to us. Stick together.” He told the kids as he jumped to your side. “You. Guard this with your life.” He picked on one of the kids to look after the bag as you would both need to have your hands free to deal with any one who caught you leaving.

“Okay?” You asked Gally if he was ready and he nodded.

“Let’s go!” He shouted as he took off in a sprint. Both of you stayed at the front as you lead the pack to the parking garage.

You were fortunate enough to not meet any trouble on the way down.

“Brenda, where are you? We’re here!” Gally used the walkie-talkie to contact her and just as you rounded the corner, a speeding bus came to a halt.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Brenda opened the window and called everyone in.

You and Gally ushered the group into the bus.

“Where’s Thomas?” Brenda asked.

“I assumed he was with you.” Gally admitted. Brenda was quick to leap off the bus at that news. “Wait, wait. Stay here with the kids.” Gally stopped her. “Wait here, just... I’ll find him.”

You went to follow him but Gally stopped you.

“No way. Stay here.” He commanded.

“Gally––.” You went to argue but Gally wasn’t having any of it.

“Stay here, (Y/n).”

You went to open your mouth but before anything could come out he spoke again. “(Y/n), please just trust me. I have to do this alone. It’s less dangerous for both of us.”

You growled in frustration before pulling his head down by the collar of his jacket and kissing him.

“If you don’t make it back—“ You warned him but he already knew the threat.

“—you’ll kick my ass, yeah I know.” He pecked you again before running off. You turned back to Brenda and she pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Don’t worry. We’re not going anywhere.” She assured you.

After Gally ran off, all you could do was wait.

“You hear that? Straight ahead.” You suddenly noticed a black SUV pull in.

“Everyone down!” Brenda looked back at the kids, hushing them as they ducked.

You tried to stay quiet as you watched the guards walk towards the bus with curiosity and caution.

“I can’t leave without him.” You whispered to Brenda.

“You can’t stay here, you’ll die. He doesn’t want you dead.” Brenda argued.

You looked around in desperation before deciding what to do next.

“I’ll distract them. It’ll give you a head start.”

“What?” Brenda watched you raise to your feet and leave the bus.

“Hands where I can see them!” The soldiers commanded. You did what they wanted and made your way slowly towards them.

“Kill her.” One of them muttered to the other as they took hold of you.

“She could be immune. We aren’t allowed to kill the immune.” The soldier retorted to his partner.

“Then take her upstairs!” Just as the other soldier sent out the order, Brenda put her foot on the gas and sped off.

“Dammit!” The soldiers cursed. You broke free from the solder holding you and kicked at his shins. He hissed and let one hand drop from his gun, giving you the opportunity to snatch it from him before running as the rest focused on the bus.

You didn’t managed get out unscathed. One of the soldiers must’ve just managed to get a shot at you before you went out to the streets. His shot got you in the back.

You crept round the edge of the building to analyse how bad your wound was.

The bullet was lodged in stopping most of the bleeding. You were thankful that it hadn’t passed right through you and you were thankful it was just your shoulder.

You removed the lab coat you were wearing and ripped off one of the arms, tying it around your wound to stop any bleeding.

You knew you couldn't enter the building. It’d be crawling with soldiers now that re-enforcements had arrived. You had to get as far away as possible. As much as your body was screaming at you to go back for Gally, it was a suicide mission and Gally was in disguise anyways.

You knew you had to get to the tunnels, it was your only way. Gally would meet you there once he realised the bus was gone.

You stared back at the building from a street over and fidgeted on your feet.

“Don’t die, asshole.” You muttered to Gally. You were praying he was alright.

With all the vehicles and soldiers around, and your injury, it was going to take you double the time to get back to the tunnels. You would have to stick to the alleys and avoid the main roads as best as you could.

A few blocks over you had to stop and lean against a wall. You tried to catch your breath as you checked your wound again. There was sirens everywhere which made matters a whole lot worse, it reminded you that there was no where to escape.

“I’m fucked, Gally.” You looked up at the sky and shook your head. You still had a while to go.

That’s when you heard the thundering crash. It came from the gates to the city.

You grabbed the fire escape next to you and climbed up the building to see what it was. Your eyes were met by a flaming hole where the gates used to stand.

“Shit Lawrence.” You figured who else could it be. You weren’t going to pretend that you didn’t know his real ambition. The city was WCKD now and Lawrence wanted to take down WCKD.

The chorus of screaming civilians was your cue to get back on the run.

Gally was with Newt, Thomas and Minho when Thomas called in to Brenda that they weren’t going to make it to the tunnels in time.

“Thomas, don't worry. I'm coming to you.” Brenda told the boys as she heard the craft fly over her.

“What are you talking about?” Thomas asked,

“Our ride's here! Just look for us near the tunnels.” Brenda told him. “One last thing, are you with (Y/n)?”

“No? I thought she was with you?” Thomas tried to stay quiet so that Gally couldn’t hear but it didn’t stop him.

“What’s the problem? Where’s (Y/n)?” Gally moved away from Newt and snatched the radio out of Thomas’ hand.

“She jumped off the bus when the soldiers came. She chose to stay. She was captured by WCKD but I swore I saw her beat the guards off of her. I saw her escape.” Brenda tried to tell Gally.

“We have to go back.” Gally stormed towards the door to the chaos outside when Minho grabbed him. Gally immediately shoved him off. “No, we have to go back!”

“If she’s escaped then she’s probably on her way to the tunnels now.” Thomas tried to assure Gally.

“If she escaped we would’ve seen her by now. She would have taken the exact same route as us.” Gally insisted.

“Not unless she’s already there.” Newt said weakly. Gally looked down at the dying boy for a moment before turning and kicking the wall in anger.

“We gotta get out of here now.” He proclaimed.

Newt was partially right with what he said to Gally. You were ahead of them but little did you both know it was only by a few feet.

You did your best to dodge the chaos but the explosions were too much. The force of one sent you off your feet and lead to glass and bits of concrete attacking you. You hissed as you protected your face, your lack of jacket meant your skin was very vulnerable.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You winced as you pulled a shard of glass from your side. It wasn’t large but it meant even more blood loss for you which wasn’t good.

You were just about ready to give up when you saw the aircraft land up ahead where the tunnels were. You knew it was Brenda and Jorge, it was the only bird in the sky and it wasn’t firing upon the city and in worst case scenario, you’re already dead anyways.

“Come on. Come on.” You tried to motivate yourself as you stood up.

You sprinted the best you could with your wounds straight to the train station.

“(Y/n)!” Brenda called your name as you ran towards them.

She embraced you, glad to see you made it. The moment was soon interrupted by Teresa’s voice being broadcasted all throughout the city.

“Thomas? Can you hear me? I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt.There's still time for him.There's a reason Brenda isn't sick anymore. It's your blood. Do you understand? She isn't sick because you cured her. She doesn't have to be the only one. All you have to do is come back. And this will all finally be over. Please. Just come back to me. I know you'll do the right––”

The power in the city died before she could say the last word.

You looked over at Brenda who looked like she couldn’t believe it herself. That’s when you heard Gally.

You turned at your name to see him climbing the stairs you just did.

You rushed forward and your bodies collided fiercely in a tight hug.

Gally pulled away at the notice of the blood soaking your shirt.

“What happened?” He focused on your shoulder as he span you around.

“Some asshole got me as I left WCKD.” You explained; still quite out of breath.

“She needs stitches immediately.” Gally looked towards the others.

“Here.” Jorge waved you both over but you stopped in your tracks when you saw Brenda, Minho and Gally all running off in the opposite direction.

“Gally! Gally!” You ran forward to grab him but Jorge and Fry kept you back.

“You have lost too much blood.” Jorge grunted as he struggled to keep you still. “They’ll be back.”

You let yourself relax as Jorge sat you down inside the craft. He pulled the soaked make-shift bandage away and ripped your t-shirt away.

You let him remove the bullet before stitching you up. By the time he finished with the stitches on both your shoulder and side and given you a jumper to wear, Brenda, Gally and Minho returned. Without Thomas. Without Newt.

You stood up to be met with Gally’s embrace. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and held you tightly. You clasped onto his hair and back as you felt him start to cry against your skin.

“Where’s Thomas and Newt?” Fry asked.

“Newt’s... Newt didn’t...” Minho kicked the ramp of the ship and let out a scream into the city.

You suddenly realised why Gally needed that hug there and then.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, stroking his hair.

Gally may have seemed like the ‘asshole’ to the group in the maze towards the end of the trials but back at the beginning, him and Newt were good friends.

“Everyone inside. We need to go get Thomas.” Brenda wiped away her tears as she beckoned everyone inside the ship.

Gally sat beside you as you settled down in one of the chairs and he held onto your hand with both of his.

“Circle the building! He’s in there somewhere!” Brenda shouted to Jorge as he piloted the aircraft.

Everyone moved to the front to lookout for him.

“I think I got him!” Jorge called back when he searched the rooftop.

“Yeah, that’s him. Open the hatch!” Brenda ordered, moving to the back to help pull them in.

You stayed back as you couldn’t lift anyone in with your shoulder.

You watched as they just managed to pull Thomas in and that’s when you watched as Teresa fall.

“No...” You gasped and turned away. You heard the heartbreaking cry from Thomas.

You knew that feeling all too well.

You didn’t know if there was anywhere left that was safe in the world.

That was until you boarded a ship along with the rest of the survivors and started a new life on a new shore.

“You and Gally will have matching scars now, surely?” One of the younger girls smirked as you taught her how to tie a proper knot.

The other girls around you also giggled and wiggled their eyes at you but they were all young so you just rolled your eyes.

You looked up in the direction of Gally to see him chopping some wood.

All the girls whispered to each other as they all turned to watch him and Minho too.

Past Gally you saw a shape you hadn't seen leave a bed in a long time. You saw Thomas.

“Excuse me, girls.” You sprung up and rushed towards Gally, taking his hand as you both made your way to Thomas.

You watched Thomas take Minho into a hug before the others.

“Glad to see you pulled through.” You said as he faced you. Thomas nodded before Vince made his presence known to him.

Vince spent the afternoon showing Thomas around and explaining the journey before the evening rolled in and everyone was gathered for a meeting.

You sat underneath Gally’s arm, resting your head on his shoulder as Vince addressed the group.

“We have come a long way together. So many have sacrificed so much to make this place possible.Your friends and your family. So, here's to the ones who couldn't be here. Here's to the friends we lost. This place is for you. It's for all of us. But this, this is for them. So, in your own time in your own way, come make your peace. And welcome to the Safe Haven!” Vince’s speech lead to an eruption of cheers and hollers.

You kissed Gally, smiling sweetly against his lips.

“Come on.” Gally lead you down to the rock so that you could write your brother’s name.

You stepped back and looked at the name in the fire light. Gally wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek, handing you a glass of his famous whiskey.

You wiped away a tear that strayed from your eyes.

“To a new life.” You lifted your glass as did Gally and you toasted to your new life.

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