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aaron forgiving andrew for killing tilda when he has children of his own because he thinks that if she were around he never would’ve let her meet them.
(and if he didn’t want his children near her, or any children near her, that means that he, as a child, should’ve never been near her. and he gets what andrew did bc he would kill to keep these children safe too.)
#aftg#twinyards#aaron minyard#idk man i saw a tiktok and it got to me#this just makes sense to me#i think aaron must’ve felt a lot of self loathing and a lot of love with nowhere for it to go for so long in his life#that when he sees how vulnerable and precious his kids are it CLICKS#and he has somewhere for all that love that should’ve been for her that she never earned to go#and he thanks andrew for doing his best to keep him safe#and he understands eventually why it was the only option#why andrew didn’t trust cops or CPS#bc he had been burned too many times before and ANY amount of pain is too much pain for a child#and he looks at his children with such love and wonder and he doesn’t get how anyone could want to ruin something so perfect#how anything else could be more important than these children#ever#in other news it’s 2am my codine isn’t working and i wanted someone else to feel the pain i’m currently physically in <3
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Fluent Freshman - Part 10
PREVIOUS
He calls his grandma to thank her for everything. She promises him that if anything keeps him from her on Christmas she’ll just make her way over to South Carolina to see him. “Maybe I can give that boy who is bullying you a piece of my mind!” She says and he loves her for it even if the thought of Andrew vs. his 70 year old grandma gives him heart palpitations that have nothing to do with the five hour energy he just slammed when no one was looking.
(He had eaten turkey because Abby had asked if he didn’t like it when he had forgone the white meat being passed around. She looked SAD so he just piled the dark meat onto his plate (at least it has less tryptophan) trip and now he needs to counteract the turkey. He could not afford to be sleepy on the impending car ride.)
He lets her know that everyone likes her pie and Abby had been overjoyed when he informed her that his gran always attaches a recipe card to the bottom for any pie in transit / for public consumption. (This is a woman who has been asked enough that she has the confidence to assume).
He gets off the line and feels the 5 hour energy kick in when Captain Neil appears out of nowhere next to him and he thinks he strains something when he resists the flinch his rapidly beating heart almost forces him into. “What language was that?” He asks.
“Polish.”
“You really do know a lot of languages. Just like your friend said.”
DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.
“Not that many.” DEFLECT DEFLECT DEFLECT “When are we heading out to Columbia?” DAMMIT
Captain Neil blinks but smiles, “We’ll be heading out in a little bit. Abby’s packing us leftovers. Too bad there’s no pie left. Do you think we could make it at the house? Andrew really liked it.” Neil says.
Pie is a safe topic. Pie will not betray him. Also if Andrew wants pie then he can’t kill FF until FF makes it and, perhaps, the pie will buy him a few extra days of mercy from his executioner.
“We can try. The secret ingredient is a grandma’s love though.” He says because it’s on the recipe card. It’s the most important ingredient in the whole pie. It’s what can keep a pie warm across a country. “Gran always says whipped cream can be used as a substitute though.” he says.
Captain Neil blushes.
DAMMIT WHY? WHY BRING UP THE WHIPPED CREAM?
“Well, we’ll have to pick some up from the store.” Captain Neil manages.
FF blanks his face as best he can and nods but gets up his heart beating too fast to remain seated. “I’ll be outside.” He says because he needs to walk around in some circles while he can. The car ride to Columbia is going to be a nightmare in general but especially since he slammed the five hour energy.
Kevin is the reason for the hold-up and the reason that FF gets 80 more laps around the house. He’s reminding them that they can’t stop exercising just because it’s a break gesturing to himself and the 20 minutes of squats that he just did to burn off the pie and then to FF who passes a window for the 10th time since this conversation started “See FF is keeping up with his fitness. Be more like him.”
Wymack eventually drags Kevin out of the house and into his car since they’re spending the break together. He flashes FF a thumbs up as FF passes and FF (unaware as always but great at mimicking social cues) gives him a thumbs up back.
It’s then that they get into the car. FF (as is the way of the world) is sitting bitch with Aaron and Nicky on either side of him.
Captain Neil is up front and starts to play some music. Both Nicky and Aaron are conked out before they even reach the entrance to the interstate. They have also slumped onto FF with Aaron asleep on his shoulder and Nicky drooling into his hair.
“You can just shove them off.” Andrew says.
“It’s fine.” FF says reminiscing about the last time he’d had something like this.
20 minutes later it’s not fine because the five hour energy is definitely kicking in but it would be so rude to move and wake Nicky and Aaron up. Nicky is probably tired because he came to check on FF five different times the night before and kept dragging him away from whatever Saw movie he was taking notes on and Aaron ate a LOT of white meat so he’s filled to the brim with tryptophan.
But he thinks he’s about to vibrate out of his skin.
He closes his eyes to try and breathe through this when.
“Smith said that we can try and recreate his grandma’s pie. We’ll just have to do a grocery run tomorrow.” Captain Neil says in Russian.
“It was good pie.” Andrew returns in the same language.
“He said that the secret ingredient is grandmotherly love.”
“It was on the recipe card. It said for best results be sure to add throughout the baking process.”
“His grandma said whipped cream was a good replacement. That it goes great with the pie.”
Uh-oh
FF knows that tone.
FF has fled across campus, the bus, the dorm room, and (one one notable occasion) the locker room when he has heard that tone coming from Captain Neil.
“Pie isn’t the only thing it will enhance the flavor of.” Andrew says back and FF feels as the car speeds up.
FF wishes that Andrew would just hurry up and crazy murder him already. He’d take the reverse bear trap over this psychological torture. He wants to pull up his phone and read if the Geneva Conventions list this as a war crime.
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#Fluent Freshman AU#Even I couldn't bring myself to write the next hour of Andrew and Neil getting one another excited#Just imagine Fluent Freshman in this car#Body full of five hour energy#Trapped between two sleeping cousins#He can't sleep and he can't move#But he knows EXACTLY what Captain Neil and Andrew are planning to do with some poor unknowing can of whipped cream#Does the fact that he knows Andrew will be preoccupied give him any mental relief?#No it does not#because what if they do sexy stuff to get hyped up for murdering him as a couple activity#He's heard weirder from the two of them at this point#AFTG#AFTG OC#AFTG AU#Andreil#FF - Pt. 10
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Don't Speak 20
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)
Character: librarian!Andy Barber
Note: Andrew is back.
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“I want you to take this,” Dr. Kemp turns back to you, holding a spiral notebook with black and white cover, “and I want you to use it.”
You stare, uncertain as he crosses the room. Use it? How?
“You can write down your feelings, you can make lists for yourself, you can track the days…” he explains, “but I want you to put something in it every day. Can you do that for me?”
You look at the notebook as he holds it out. You slowly take it with both hands, lowering it to your lap as you run your thumbs up and down the cover. It’s brand new. You can smell the freshness of the paper.
“Can I draw in it?” You ask.
“Sure, if that’s what works for you,” he affirms, “that’s for you. You can bring it with you to our next appointment, but you don’t need to show me anything. It’s just there so you can record your moods and anything that might be a trigger for you.
“Oh,” you look up at him shyly, meeting his bold blue eyes for only a second before dropping your head.
“This is a safe place, alright? I want you to think of it like that. Everything within these walls stays between us. Our little secret.”
“Okay,” you hug the notebook to your chest.
“And I want you to set yourself a little goal every day. Nothing big, alright? It could be a shower, it could be reading a chapter of a book, it could be as simple as walking around the house,” he continues, “but you can’t stay in bed all the time. You gotta take care of yourself. You have to give yourself love and those things are the best sort of love.”
You nod and rock slightly, “yes, doctor. Are we… done now?”
“Are we?” He bends and crosses his arms over the back of the empty chair, “that’s up to you.”
“I… I think. I don’t wanna waste any more of your time.”
“Waste? No. See? Don’t talk about yourself like that. You didn’t waste my time, you enriched it,” he smiles, you see only a glimpse of how it brightens his features. “I think you should go home and get some rest. You came all the way here and you did a really good job.”
He pushes himself straight, “I’ll have my receptionist schedule a follow-up.”
“Thank you, doctor,” you stand and pick at the corner of the notebook.
“You let Andy take care of you too, huh? He’s worried,” he extends his arm, directing you to the door, “he’s a good friend of mine.”
“Uh, alright,” you murmur as he walks with you to the door. He rests his hand on the handle and you smell his cologne, rich but overwhelming.
“It was really nice meeting you,” he turns the handle slowly.
“You too,” you squeak.
“See ya around,” he opens the door, “and remember, take care of you.”
“Thanks,” you keep your chin down as you exit.
Andy sits in the waiting room at the edge of his seat. He grips his knees and stands swiftly as he sees you. He must’ve been waiting a very long time. That felt like it lasted forever. The tension in his forehead slackens as you approach.
“How was it, honey? You okay?” He asks, his tone slightly addled.
“Yes, er, maybe,” you answer, “I don’t know.”
“What’s that?” He taps the top of the notebook.
“Um, a journal.”
“Steve gave that to you?”
You nod.
“That’s very nice of him. Well, how about we stop and buy you some nice pens to write in it?”
“You don’t have to…”
“I have to grab a few things,” he interjects, “I kind of… fell behind. I haven’t been out of the house, you know? I couldn’t leave you, I was so worried.”
“Oh? What about work?” You wonder tremulously.
“I had some time banked, it’s really not a big deal, but I gotta grab some groceries and we can look at some cute pens…”
“Can’t… can’t you do it later?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He rubs his beard and exhales. “Well, I’d have to drop you off and then come all the way back–”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you blurt out as you hear his disappointment, “I’m sorry, no, we can go, I just… I’m tired, is all.”
“It’s okay, honey. We’ll try to be fast, how about that?”
You nod and hide behind your lashes. Your guilt flows over and chokes you tightly. He brought you all the way here and missed work and it’s all your fault. Because you’re broken and useless.
“I’ll… I’ll try to make dinner,” you suggest, “Dr. Kemp says I should set goals.”
“Alright, sounds good,” Andy softens, “we should get going before it’s too busy.”
🕊️
You sit in the car, fluttering through the blank pages as Andy drives. You should write about your appointment. Put down everything that Dr. Kemp said before you forget. That’s a good plan. He’s right, it’s easy to set small goals.
“Hey, uh, I uh, can I talk to you?” Andy turns down the music.
“Er sure,” you shrug.
“Right, um, I wasn’t sure when to– or how to– I don’t wanna upset you, you know that, right? That I wouldn’t hurt you?” He begins, fingers tapping on the steering wheel.
You blink and stare at the dashboard, “I know, Andy. You’ve… done a lot for me.”
“I wouldn’t put it like that. It’s not… I don’t consider it a task, but er, the other day, I wanted to say sorry,” he clears his throat, squirming in his seat, “I should’ve knocked.”
Your throat tightens and you sit back stiffly. Your whole body locks up as the memory enshrines you. The damp air, the hot water, him staring at you, at your naked body.
“No,” you utter, “no, I don’t want to talk about it.”
He’s quiet as he turns the wheel, “sorry, sweetie, like I said, I don’t want to upset you. I just want… I’m just sorry for bursting in like that. I never want you to feel unsafe. Especially with me.”
“I… don’t,” you sniff, “it was just… a mistake. Can we forget it?”
“Sure,” he accepts, “yeah, let’s just forget it.”
“Thanks,” you lean into the door, watching the traffic through the window.
Your body is covered in goosebumps. You feel like he’s seeing it all again. Just talking about it makes you feel exposed. What he must have thought about you. Hideous and gross.
“Here we are,” Andy says as the blinker clicks loudly.
He steers into a large lot and you peer up at the mall marquee. What are you doing here? You thought he was going to the grocery store?
“I got coupons for the place in here,” he explains as if reading your mind, “they just opened it, put it where the Target was.”
“Oh… I… never come here…”
“I think you’ll like it. They have everything– damn, not a lot of spots left. We’ll have to walk a bit.” He rolls into a space, “might be good for you to stretch your legs. We can always sit if you need to.”
You don’t argue. You feel bad enough. You won’t get in his way again.
“Sure.”
You get out and leave the notebook on the seat. Andy waits for you by the bumper and you follow him up the row of cars. You stop and wait to cross to the nearest entrance. The place is vast and makes your heart pound. There’s so many people coming and going through the many doors.
Inside, you feel a greater sense of doom. Shoppers brushing too close, teens speaking loudly in large groups, children screaming and mothers with strollers. Unthinkingly you grab onto Andy’s arm, keeping close to him.
“Hey,” he looks down at you as he leads you through the wide walkway.
“Just… don’t wanna get lost,” you cling to him tighter at the thought.
“That’s alright,” he smiles and looks around, “oh, hey…” He pulls you over to a shop window, “look at that.”
He points to the dress on the mannequin. It’s a nice shade of blue with the silhouette of birds patterned across it. Very pretty but you don’t wear dresses.
“Cute, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He stares, unmoving. You glance around. Where is the grocery store? You just want to leave this place.
“Come on,” he tugs you towards the entrance of the shop, “we can see if they have it in your size.”
“What? No. Andy. That’s okay. I don’t… I don’t need a dress.”
He stops just inside, “maybe, but do you want it?”
You chew your cheek, “I don’t know…”
“Look, you really don’t have that many clothes. I didn’t want to embarrass you but I spoke with Steve and he said… maybe it would be good to get you some new things. Like a refresh. Start new–”
“You said. You said we came to get groceries.”
“We did, honey, but I left this out. I was trying to surprise you. I thought– I thought it was a nice surprise.”
You see his expression fall. Oh no. You feel awful. You’re not trying to complain or be ungrateful, you just hate crowds and all these strangers.
“I… okay, it is nice. Andy,” you let go of him, “really, it’s so nice. No one ever… Amber always got me handmedowns, but I never…” you put your hands behind you and bounce on your toes, “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, I know it’s all very new. I wasn’t trying to upset you or scare you,” he says, “maybe we could just look online.”
It’s clear he’s disappointed, if not agitated. You feel rotten. You remind yourself of all that he’s done and every time, you just whine like a baby.
“No, we can look around…” you try to smile.
He gives you a thoughtful look then peeks around the shop, “alright… well, you wanna try the dress on?”
You wince. You typically didn’t try things on at the thrift shop. You just picked things that looked like they would fit. The idea of getting undressed here, even in a private stall, is scary. Don’t be a baby.
“Okay,” you acquiesce, “I could do that.”
“Great,” he says and claps his hands.
He spins on his heel and you trail him as he confidently weaves between the tables and other shoppers. He stops before the dresses hung behind the window and sifts through the hangers. He slips one of the blue ones off the rod and holds it up.
“I think this is your size? I’m not sure.”
“Looks like,” you mutter, “um, I’ll… try it.”
“We can look at a few other things,” he offers.
“Maybe after?”
“Alright,” he searches around and flags down one of the employees, “excuse me, she wants to try this one.”
“Wonderful,” the woman chimes and takes the hanger from him, “just the one?”
“For now,” Andy smiles.
“This way, sweetheart,” the woman says as she beckons you with her long acrylic nails.
You follow her and Andy brings up the rear. She takes you around the counter and through a doorway. A row of stalls line the wall and she unlocks one with a key, hanging the dress inside. She steps back and leaves the door open for you.
“It’s all yours. Let me know if I can get you anything else. My name’s Isa.”
“Thanks,” you murmur mousily and she grins before strutting off.
“I’ll be out here,” Andy says as he sits on the bench.
You enter the changing room and close the door, certain to slide the bar through the loop. You turn and see yourself in the mirror. You flinch. You look down at your feet, refusing to acknowledge your reflection.
You undress then grab the dress. You pull down the zipper and shimmy it on. You strain to pull the zipper back up and fix the skirt so it hangs down properly. The skirt ends above your knees.
“Everything okay?” Andy calls from outside.
“Good,” you squeak and turn to face the door. You grab the side of the skirt, holding it firmly as you slide open the lock. You open the door reluctantly and reveal yourself. You clutch the other seam, “I think it’s a bit short.”
Andy looks at you. His cheek twitches as he sits up and smiles, “really? Looks fine to me…” he stares, making you squirm, “looks really nice on you, dove.”
“I don’t know…”
He nods and bites his lower lip, “it’s whatever you want.”
There it is again. Disappointed. You look down. It’s not that short and it is pretty. You could put a sweater over it and maybe some leggings underneath.
“I’ll get it,” you raise your head, “thanks, Andy.”
“Of course,” he says brightly.
You retreat into the dressing room and change back into your own clothes. You slip the dress back onto the hanger and bring it out with you. He takes it from you and guides you back into the shop. He stops you at a rack of jewelry.
“Look,” he grabs a silver necklace with a bird charm, “it’ll go with the dress.”
“Oh, sure,” you agree. Whatever he wants, you’ll get. You’d hate to overstep and you don’t exactly have a good sense of style. “Very pretty.”
“Let’s just have a look around, you never know… maybe find some nice shoes too?”
You nod and let him lead the way. As you progress through the shop, he picks out more things; some skirts, a sweater, some shirts, more jewelry, even some belts. He has an armful by the time you approach the checkout. You wring your hands. That’s a whole lot of stuff.
“Someone’s birthday?” Isa asks as she greets you at the counter.
“Uh, no, just… shopping,” Andy answers, “she needed a few things.”
“A few?” Isa scoffs, “I wish I had a husband who would spoil me with just a few things.”
“Husband?” You blanch.
Andy chuckles, “she deserves it.”
You notice how he doesn’t correct her. Maybe he feels too awkward. Like you.
“Sir, would you like to buy one of our membership cards? It’ll get you twenty percent off today’s purchase.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he pulls out his wallet, “how much?”
“It’s twenty dollars annually, gets you ten percent off every purchase.”
“Not bad, sure, why not? We might be back.”
“Andy,” you say softly.
He ignores you as he gets his card free. You watch the total mount as Isa scans each item. Somehow, this doesn’t feel like a favour. It’s just another number to add to the tally of what you owe him.
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#don't speak#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#au#library au#defending jacob
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Late Night Visit
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x GN!Reader
Summary: While insomnia takes over you, a visitor decides to drop by. Literally.
A/N: I was watching The Amazing Spider-Man and Andrew Garfield got me all kicking my feet and giggly hehehe. also, i didn't want this to be too long so there will be a part 2.
Sleep was evading you again and it's pissing you off. For the past few days, you've been struggling to sleep at a reasonable time. Melatonin wasn't even helping and you were ready to lose it.
So you're just sitting in the dark, staring at the wall when you heard a loud THUD at your window.
You shoot up, grabbing the bat you keep by your bed. You slowly creep over to the window, pulling back the curtain and looking out.
"Holy shit!" you place the bat down and open your window, "Spiderman? You okay?" you lean out and see the web-slinging superhero clutching his side. There's a gash and you see blood, "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Spiderman is bleeding on my fire escape! Fuck!" you climb out and help him sit up.
"Ow ow ow ow!" he exclaims, causing you to freak out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Let's-Let's just stay like this for a while," he says as he's trying to even out his breathing.
"So, uh, rough night?" you ask, feeling awkward as hell because what do you even say to a superhero that's bleeding out in front of you?
He chuckles, "Yeah, guess you can say that," he clears his throat, "Is it okay if I use your bathroom and clean up?"
"Oh, uh, yeah."
You help him to his feet, hopping inside your room first to gently guide him in. He stumbles forward with a wince, and you catch him before he falls. He mumbles out a 'thanks' and then follows you to your bathroom.
He leans against the sink counter as you fish out the first aid kit under your sink, "Thanks. Um, do you happen to have a thread and needle?"
You nod, "Yeah, but I'm not stitching you up. If I even attempt to, I'll throw up. Like, no joke, I don't think I can-"
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I wasn't gonna ask you to. You've done enough for me already." You nod again, moving out of the bathroom to find your sewing kit. When you find it, you hand it to Spiderman, who gives you a nod of thanks, "Seriously, this means a lot. You didn't have to do this."
You shrug, "You do your best to keep all of us safe. This is me returning the favor."
"Thank you. Is it okay if I," he gestures to the door and you back up.
"Yeah, of course. Take your time."
You turn around when the door shuts and you go to your kitchen. You're up and awake, might as well make him some food or something.
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Twenty minutes later, you're plating up some mac and cheese when you heard a crash in the bathroom. You immediately rush over and open the door to reveal a maskless Spiderman.
Both of you are frozen, staring at each other in shock for what feels like ten minutes until you're turning around, hands over your eyes, "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I HEARD A CRASH AND I WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE OKAY! I'M SORRY!"
Spiderman is rushing over to you, "Woah, woah, woah! Hey, relax! It's fine. It's fine, you can look." You know he's standing in front of you, hands on your shoulders. You're still covering your eyes and he chuckles, "Seriously, it's okay."
Your hands slowly lower and you properly take in the man before you. His face is a little beaten up. His eyes are brown and he has dark brown hair. He's...very attractive.
He softly smiles, "Hi."
"Hi, uh, Spiderman."
"Well now that you've seen my face..my name's Peter."
"How are you so trusting with your identity?" you can't help but ask, "I can easily tell the world who Spiderman is."
"You don't look like someone who' do that."
You cross your arms over your chest, "Looks can be deceiving."
"Are you gonna tell the world who I am?"
"...no."
He grins at you, "Then I'm okay." He lifts up his fist and you fist bump it with a smile. He then goes back to the bathroom, cleaning everything up.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up, by the way," he says shyly, as he throws the bloody gauzes into the trash.
"I was awake anyway," you reply with a shrug. When he gives you a questioning look, you add, "I've been suffering from insomnia lately."
"Ah," he nods in understanding, "I get that way sometimes too."
"So, um, I made you some food...if you're hungry."
"You didn't have-"
"It's fine. Really. Gave me something to do. But don't expect much. It's just mac and cheese."
He smiles brightly, "I love mac and cheese."
"Cool."
Peter follows you to the kitchen were you have a bowl of mac and cheese waiting for him alongside a glass of water and some painkillers.
"You're the amazing for this, seriously," he downs a few painkillers and immediately digs into his food.
You snort, "Did you not eat before you went out to fight crime?"
"I did, but it takes a lot out of you, okay?" he says as he shovels another spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth.
Twenty minutes of eating and chatting go by and Peter has enough energy to get back home.
With his mask back on, he's out on your fire escape again, "I just realized, I never got your name."
"Y/N."
"Well, Y/N, thanks a bunch for helping you. I'll see you around."
"You're welcome. Stay safe out there."
He gives you a salute and proceeds to jump off the fire escape. A web shoots onto a lamp post and he's swinging away, "GOOD NIGHT!"
You're waving even though he probably couldn't see you.
You close your window, locking it shut. You're body suddenly feels heavy. You plop yourself onto your bed and pull the blankets over you. Sleep finally comes to you.
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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Seven
Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews
Summary:
Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.
Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,
Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?
Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...
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Chapter Seven - A Little Boston Magic - Andy/Leia
Andy
I’m trying really hard to not say anything.
It’s physically painful to not say anything.
But here I am, watching the girl of my dreams getting ready for a date. With another man. And not just another man. One of my team mates.
Jeremy Swayman.
If I didn’t think it would end with me getting my ass beat by Ullmark or my defensemen or my forwards, fuck, basically the whole team, I would have sabotage this date and put Swayman in a ditch.
Why do I say that?
Because Jeremy Swayman is the worst when it comes to women. He has puck bunnies climbing him left and right. The problem is, most women say he was sweet, and they understood that it was just a hook-up. No one talks about how degrading he could be. The things I have heard in the locker room; its like he is an overgrown frat bro.
And my girl is going out with him.
Fuck my life.
I’ve stayed in my room tonight as she got ready. I know that I cannot keep the scowl from my face if I try. Then I would have to explain why and you couldn’t pay me enough to let that information out. I’m reading in my room when I hear a knock. “Yeah?”
“Andy, can you help me with my zipper please?” Leia peaks around the door in a robe. “I can’t reach it.”
Just kill me. Strike me down. I don’t want see her in her dress. I don’t want to know what she looks like for a first date that isn’t with me. “Sure Princess.” I get up slowly and have her spin. She lowers the robe for me to see the two flaps of her black dress. I reach for the zipper and accidentally run my knuckle down her spine. I think I hear a quiet moan escape her mouth and I work on holding back my own moan. Her skin is like silk, soft and warm and oh fuck, I have to fight the urge to kiss the exposed skin. I pull the zipper up and step back. “All done.”
“Uh, yeah, thank you.” She closes the robe and steps back. She takes a good look at my face and I know she can see something there. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Just tired.” I give her a weak smile. I don’t want to do this right now. I just want her to go because it fucking hurts to see how beautiful she is and its not for me. “Some of the guys asked about grabbing a beer so i might do that but get to bed early.”
“Oh, okay. Well I just need to finish up and I’ll get out of your way.”
“It’s not a problem Princess. Be safe and have fun.” I kiss the top of her head and she leaves. Fifteen minutes later, I heard the doorbell and Leia climbing down the steps. I headed to my window. I watched as Jeremy opened the door for Leia, made sure she was in and went to the driver’s side and got in.
I waited a few minutes before calling a car service. I can’t stay here tonight. I just need to drown my sorrows, but I can’t call Luke. I headed to a bar across town. Hopefully, I can drink in peace.
Leia
I am nervous. I hadn’t been on a date in a long time. Bret barely took me out unless it was to impress someone. His clout was that I was the sister of an NHL player. Whatever, he’s out of my life now, regardless of child in my belly.
My child.
This is such a fucked up situation but Andy was right. No point in worrying about telling anyone unless it was going to be a thing. This is not a thing yet with Jeremy. At least, I don’t think. I just like the attention.
As Jeremy drives us to the restaurant, my mind can’t help but think of the way Andy looked as he was zipping my dress. He’s eyes were dark, almost lustful, as he ran his knuckle across my skin. It was rough but it felt so good. It’s confusing. I mentally give myself a shake and focus on Jeremy.
“I made a reservation at Grill 23.” Jeremy smile falters. “Shit, I forgot to ask if you eat meat.” He swallows and looks back at the road.
I giggle. “It’s ok, I do eat meat. I’ve never been to Grill 23.” I smile at him. “So, how was practice?”
“It was good. Had some good stretches in butterfly. My hip was bothering me so the trainers updated my stretching routine.”
“Butterfly?”
“Oh, when we are down on our knees and our legs as splayed out, like wings.”
I couldn’t help but giggle again. Goalies are so flexible. “Well, I’m glad you are taking care of yourself. Need you to help get the cup.”
“That’s my plan, sweetheart.” Jeremy took my hand and drove with one hand. Its incredible sexy. “How’s the business going?”
“It’s good, still building my client list. Got a couple of baseball players that Andy and Luke know to come on board, Adler and Storm. And I have a meeting with the Patriots social media as well.” I was excited for the Patriots meeting. While the Bruins were the top in the NHL, everyone knew the Patriots. Even if I would never get to work with Tom Brady.
“I know you’re gonna do great.” Jeremy lifted my hand and he kissed my knuckles. Ok, swoon.
We pulled up to the restaurant and the valet opens my door. Jeremy takes my arm and we walk in. “Reservation for Swayman,” he told the hostess.
She gave him a big smile, which made me dim a bit. “Mr. Swayman, welcome. Please, follow me.” Was it necessary for her sway her hips like that as she walked? Jeremy changes his hold on me, now linking our hands and intertwining out fingers. “Here you go Mr. Swayman.”
Jeremy moves to pull my chair. “Here you go sweetheart.” I smile and sit before he takes the seat next to me instead of across. The hostess looks like she’s eaten a lemon now. She hands over the menus and walks away. “Wow,” Jeremy said. “She must be jealous because I have the most beautiful girl in Boston having dinner with me.”
I blush at his words. “Jeremy, stop.” He laughs and we move on with our date. He’s a perfect gentleman the entire time. He didn’t question when I said I just wanted water instead of a drink or when I passed on the oysters. That’s the down side of pregnancy. No alcohol or raw seafood.
“Would you like to go and grab a drink, a coffee?” Jeremy is walking me out the door. “There is a lounge around the corner. Listen to some music?” He’s face is hopeful. And then he smiles and I’m gone.
“Sure, we can do that.” His smile grows and he holds my hand a little tighter.
The lounge is dark, save the candlelight all around and the spotlight on the band. Its a 40s band, playing old school tunes. We snag a table a he orders both of us a water. “If you want to have a drink, its fine.”
“Nah, have a game tomorrow and I don’t want to get bloated. Besides, I don’t want to drink when you’re not. Is there a reason?”
Fuck. Ok, just have to breathe through this question. “Umm, I had a bad experience with alcohol so I just don’t anymore.” I smile. “Lesson learned when I was underage.”
“Ah,” Jeremy says. “Well, healthy body and all that.”
The band starts up a slow song. Jeremy stands up and turns to me. “Could I have this dance, sweetheart?”
Did I create this man with magic? It takes everything in me not to swoon. He’s perfect. I take his hand and he leads me to the dance floor. We dance slowly, my body is pressed close to his, hands on my waist. When he looks at me, I’m lost in his eyes. He raises a hand and caresses my cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispers.
His lips are soft when they are pressed against mine.
Andy
I’ve been sitting at Red Line for a good two hours and Mike keeps me topped off. First thing he asked when he saw my face was whether I was driving or not. He’s a good guy. I mentioned taking a cab, he poured the first drink.
How did my life come to this? I mean, I think I’m a catch. Women have no problem telling me how handsome I am. I have more money than I know what to do with. I have friends and yet I have never felt lonelier. Maybe I earned Fiona finding someone else. I had been so focused on the captaincy that I lost focus on her. But I was doing it for our future. The future. When did it change to wanting to raise Leia’s baby with her and have my family? I guess it was always there. I knew what i wanted a long time ago.
All I want is the one person I can’t have.
I think I am on my third or fourth bourbon when i feel someone sit next to me. I ignore whoever it is because really, I am not good company right now.
“Andy?”
My head looks up to see Leia’s best friend Stella seated next to me. “Hey Stel.”
“What are you doing here?” She has genuine concern on her face.
“Leia’s out and I didn’t want to be alone in the house. I mean, I’m alone in life, so I guess should get used to it but not tonight.” I threw the drink back and waved down Matt for another.
“Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” As Matt put down my refill, Stella picked it up and downed it.
“Hey, that was mine!” I looked at her. “What do you want, Stella?”
“I’ve been watching you and I got worried. The last time i saw you like this was...” she hesitates.
“You can say it. Fiona. The last time i was like this was Fiona.” Mike put a glass of water in front of me. I looked at him questioningly.
“Drink it and I’ll give you another,” he said. I sighed, flipped him off and downed the water. It felt good going down. I looked at Mike and he poured another, which I kept from Stella this time. I took a sip and looked back at Stella.
“Talk to me, Andy.”
“I can’t watch her date. I can’t watch her find happiness without me. Especially with him. He’s not a good guy but I can’t say anything because she’ll hate me. I can’t have her hate me.I don’t want to lose her.” I could feel my eyes burn with tears that I would not let out. Like hell was I going to do that.
“Oh, Andy. Why not tell her?”
“How does she know?” I can feel myself pale. “Stella, you can’t... Fuck, how do you even know?”
“Are you kidding me, Barber? Half the team knows that you have been into Leia for years. You are not sublte about it. Really, I’m surprised Luke hasn’t kicked your ass by now.”
Fuck. I hang my head. “Then why doesn’t she like me back? What’s wrong with me? Fiona cheated, Leia ignores me.” Mike set another glass and I sipped it. “It has to be me right?”
“Andy, you don’t see it, do you?” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “You’re catch. And trust me, we all know it. We just know who belongs to you and we’re waiting for her to get her head out of her ass.”
“Who?” Stella made like she was locking her mouth. “I think you’re lying Stella. But thanks.”
We sat for a moment when Stella said, “you like her a lot don’t you?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m in love with her.”
Leia
We pulled up to my house and I can see the house is dark. Andy’s probably asleep; he said he was turning in early. As Jeremy killed the engine, I turned to him. “I had a great night.”
“Me too. Let me walk you to the door.” Jeremy climbed out and went to open my door. We were at the door when another car pulled up to the house.
“Stella?” I looked as she pulled into the driveway. She had someone else in the car with her. “What are you doing here?”
“Jeremy, oh thank god. Can you help me?” She went to the passenger side and opened the door and I gasped.
“What happened?” I watched as Jeremy helped Andy to his very unsteady feet. I moved to the door to open it. “Put him on the couch.” I turned to Stella. “You went out with Andy?” My tone came out harsher than I intended.
Stella took a step back. “No. I was hanging out with some of the trainers at The Red Line and when everyone left, I noticed him at the bar. He was four in, according to Mike. I tried to sober him up but he was too far gone already. Mike helped me get him to the car. I was going to call Luke but thankfully Jeremy is here.”
“Oh.” Why would Andy do this? I looked at him, passed out on the couch. “Thanks for taking care of him Stel.”
“He’s my friend too, you know. I’m just glad I was there.” She turned and smiled at Jeremy. “Thank you for your help.”
“Anytime, Stella. Sweetheart, can you handle him?”
I nodded. “I’m gonna leave him here and just put a blanket over him. Let me walk you guys out.” Stella waved as she walked to her car. I turned to Jeremy, who wrapped his arms around me. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Jeremy.”
“I’m happy you liked it. Can we do it again, soon?” His eyes, even in the dark, looked hopeful.
“I would love to. Good night Jeremy.” I felt myself blush and look down.
He tilted my chin. “Good night, sweetheart.” And he kissed me gently. God, this man can kiss. He pulled away and brushed my nose with his. “Talk to you later.” He walked to his car and I went back in, closing the house. I turned to Andy, who let out a soft snore. I sighed. I went to him, pulled off his shoes and threw a throw blanket over him. I kissed his forehead.
I want to know why he got drunk tonight, especially before a game day. Its so not like him.
My phone chimed as i made it into my room.
Stella: Talk to him. I think you would like what he has to say
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Headcanons | Thaddeus, Andrew & Big James reacting to you being injured | Romantic
Thaddeus
It is common knowledge that Thaddeus is a man who wants to do things right as well as that he is very gentle and caring.
When you show up to camp with a snake bite on your ankle, he immediately suggests bringing you to Jesus.
However, when he realises Jesus isn’t around, he starts to panic a little.
To make sure nobody bothers you, he sends everyone away out of the most comfortable tent so that you can properly lay down until Jesus comes back.
It doesn’t take long for a fever to start so Thaddeus wastes no time and cools your forehead with a damp rag.
He says the softest and sweetest words to console you. Despite your writhing, he remains calm.
He tells you stories about his youth as a stonemason to distract you.
He doesn’t show it but he is panicking on the inside. The last thing he wants is for you to be worried about him.
This man loves you with his whole heart and this just proves it even more.
Once Jesus shows up and heals you, Thaddeus cries a little because he is so glad that you are still alive.
And you cry in turn because you’re so grateful to have him.
Andrew
The two of you are in Jerusalem one afternoon when you accidentally ingest something that is off and are immediately hit with a terrible vomiting spell as well as a high fever in the middle of the city.
Andrew goes full panic mode. He holds onto you and promises to bring you to Jesus as soon as he can.
Right away, he feels guilty for not paying enough attention to what you were eating, even though he couldn’t have known. He is convinced that your wellbeing is his responsibility.
When your face grows pale and your legs are too weak to carry you any further, his anxiety grows even more.
Andrew is more concerned about your health than you are.
He frantically starts asking strangers for help, but most of them turn away in disgust as they witness you puking into an empty bowl.
He is sobbing and grabbing onto people’s tunics at a certain point, begging them for their assistance or directions to the nearest physician.
At a certain point, he is so afraid to lose you that he sits down next to you and holds you, pressing his face against your shoulder and basically starts whispering his goodbyes and saying that he is sorry for not protecting you.
In spite of your weak and ill state, you tell him that you’ll be fine.
At that moment, Simon Peter and Nathanael pass by with their arms loaded full of supplies. They notice you and rush back to camp to fetch Jesus.
As soon as you are healed by Jesus, you turn to comfort Andrew instead, who mutters that he was so afraid to lose you. You tell him that you love him and that you’re not going anywhere.
Big James
Tough Guy™ who is only soft and gentle for his significant other trope.
While setting up camp, you accidentally tear yourself a gash on the palm of your hand owing to a rusty nail that you didn’t see on time.
Big James sees you right in time when you’re about to faint and catches you before you’re able to hit the ground.
He scoops you up without much effort and calls the others to get Jesus, but He isn’t present.
Trying to stay as calm as possible, he carries you to the nearest table and places you on top of it so he can look at your injury.
Your hand is bleeding terribly but he doesn’t care that you are getting it all into his tunic.
Barely breaking a sweat, he tries his best to clean it up and allows you to squeeze his shoulder to alleviate the pain as he wraps it up in a clean piece of cloth.
For the time being, it will do.
He gives you a kiss on your forehead and promises to keep you company until Jesus is here.
You thank him and hug him tightly, feeling safe in his arms while you wait for the Teacher to return to camp and heal you.
Even after Jesus heals you, James remains protective over you.
From that moment on, he doesn’t let you handle the rusty nails anymore.
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Fight PT 6 *Edited*
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As I was walking down the halls to the office, I was freaking the fuck out. Questioning for what. I walked in the office and they pointed me to the principals office. I walked in to see the sheriff sitting on a seat and the principal sitting at his desk. "Have a seat please, Y/N." the principal, Mr. Andrews said. "What is this about?" I asked. "The disappearance of Moose Jacobs. It was reported that you were the last person to interact with him." He looked at me. "Is that true." I was thinking quickly because I knew the boys would murder me if I snitched.
"Yes, that is true." I said. "Can you tell us what the circumstances were when you last saw him? What he was acting like?" "Well, he bullied me into giving him the cash I made from my working for my mom in the summer. I asked what he was gonna do with it and he said he was leaving this stupid town." They asked a couple more questions and I answered them. "Ok. Well thank you for your cooperation, Miss Y/L/N. School is over so you can just head home." "Ok. I hope you find him." I said walking out of the office.
When I walked outside, it was completely vacant except for mine and the Sheriff's cars. As I was walking, I was pinned against the wall with a hand grasped tightly around my neck. It was Vance and the rest of them were standing behind him. "What the fuck did you tell them?!" I grabbed his wrist and pulled it off of my neck. "What the hell, Vance! That's gonna bruise! What is my mom gonna say?!"
"Y/N. What. Did. You. Tell. Them?" Finney said slowly. "That Moose snuck up on me in the bathroom and he demanded I give him all the money I made over the summer. When I asked him why, he said he was leaving this stupid town." I said, stating the exact words I had told the Sheriff and principal. "Good girl, baby!" Finney said. "Good job." "Oh it wasn't for you. It was for me! Now leave me alone."
They walked away from me for a second and came back. "I'm gonna drive you home." Bruce proclaimed. I was too tired to fight with them. "Whatever" I said, walking towards my car. Bruce got in the drivers seat and drove me home. I got out of the car and started walking up the driveway. "I'll come in with you" "Ok." When we walked in, my mom and sister were there. They weren't supposed to be there. They were supposed to be at work. "Hi mom. Hi Y/S/N." "Hi, hun Who's this?" my mom asked. "This is Bruce. He was just leaving." I said
As I was walking him to the door, I heard my mom say, "she's such a slut. Did you see those marks on her neck." Bruce heard it too and I could see he was mad. "Oh when I tell the others-" "No! Please don't tell them!" "Sweetheart, I have to. That's never ok for anyone to say. Especially not to you." "Just please?" I said giving him a kiss. "Fine. I won't tell them. But if I hear her say anything like that again-" "She won't. Bye!" He walked out the door and I went up to my room crying. I really was a slut. Even my own mother thinks so.
The next day after school, Finney wanted to drive me home. He drove me home and insisted he come inside with me. "To make sure you get inside safely." He said. So he came in with me. "Is this Bruce, honey?" "No this is Finney." Then she just blew up at me! "Y/N YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT WHORE AND A DISGRACE TO OUR FAMILY NAME!" I started to sob. Everyone I know thinks I'm a slut!
Finney was furious and stormed out. "Finney, wait! Please!" I yelled. I knew he was gonna tell the other boys but he was already gone. I ran up to my room thinking about what my mom said. About 15 minutes later, I heard a knock on my window. It was Robin. I let him in and he sat on my bed and patted his lap. I layed there and bawled into his shirt. "Even my mom thinks I'm a slut!" "Shh, Princesa. It's ok. I've got you." After a while, he left. I walked downstairs. "Mom? Mom? MOM?" She didn't answer.
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Siren
Chapter 4
Varian hit the ground. “Fuck.”
Hugo stood, pacing. The conch shell was back on the ship. Lot of fucking good that did them. Still, there had to be another way out of here. Something, anything.
Varian curled up in a ball in the side of the cell, crying softly as he did this. He didn’t know what to do.
“Varian?” Hugo asked.
“Not again.” Varian mumbled.
Stopping his pacing, Hugo crouched down. “Goggles?”
“I’m sorry I got you into this Hugo.”
Hugo blinked, then put a hand on Varians knee. “You, didn’t get me into anything.”
Varian looked up, eyes red. “But I-“
“it was those fuckers upstairs who got us into this.” Hugo rubbed the cut on his neck. “You didn’t call them, did you?”
Varian sniffled. “….no…”
“Then its not your fault.”
Varian looked up at Hugo, then around at the ship. “…This was my home once, you know…”
Hugo didn’t say anything. Varian took that as a go ahead to keep going.
“After my dad….well….he…” Varian sighed.
“you don’t have to talk about it.” Hugo said gently. Varian hadn’t seen this side of him. It was nice. Hugo, was nice.
“…Well I did some things…and then the saporians found me. I did…worse things on the ship. Never killed anyone but, I hurt a lot of people.”
Hugo sat down. “…You were hurting…I get it.”
Varian looked at him. “Really?”
Hugo smiled ruefully. “yeah...I wont get into it. It’s a big sob story in all…” Hugo sighed. “But I get it.”
Varian leaned on the taller boy. He needed the contact. “Thank you, Hugo.”
“can I ask how you got out?”
“Rapunzel saved me. She was defending off against pirates and found me…here...after I told them I wouldn’t do any more of Andrew’s dirty work. I think they were just going to let me die down here…”
Hugo wrapped an arm around Varian’s shoulders. The shorter boy was shaking.
“They obviously need you for something now.” Hugo said. “We can use that.”
“W-What do you mean?”
Hugo smirked. Varian saw there was a plan brewing in the blondes head. “I know a thing or two about acting all innocent.”
Varian gave him a deadpan look.
“…okay maybe not innocent. But I’ll act as the damsel in distress. All you have to do, is find out what their plans are, and derail them. In the meantime, I’ll find a way to contact some friends.”
Varian raised an eyebrow. “…friends?” Hugo just winked at him. Varian chuckled. “I can do that.”
“I know you can, sweetcheeks.”
Varian blushed, but snuggled more into Hugo. “Youre warm.”
Hugo blushed a little. He was about to say something before Varian settled deeper into Hugo’s side. Looking down, the shorter boy had his eyes closed.
“Goggles?”
No response. He’d drifted off. The day had been eventful. Hugo sighed softly. What a mess he’d gotten himself into. What was worse was he was starting to get these weird feelings with Varian.
He wanted to be around him all the time, to see his smile and hear his laugh. He wanted Varian to be safe and not in this situation with goddamn pirates.
Hugo pushed the feelings down, as deep as they could go. Varian was just a target. And once they got back to the sundrop, he’d drown varian and the entire crew, and move on with his life.
He needed to get out of this situation first. And Varian was the best bet of doing so. That’s all it was.
Hugo knew it wasn’t.
--
Varian woke up to Hugo shaking him.
“Goggles.”
He saw Hugo above him. He looked like he hadn’t slept due to the dark eyebags.
“W-whats going on?”
“Movement upstairs.” Hugo was serious. Varian was quiet. It was getting louder. They were coming downstairs.
“Shit.” Varian scrambled to his feet.
Hugo followed quickly, frowning and ready for anything.
Except it was a raccoon that appeared at the top of the staircase. Both boys looked confused at each other.
“A raccoon?” Varian bent down. The raccoon blinked at him. “…He’s kind of cute.”
“It’s a raccoon. On a pirate ship.”
“He must have stowed away last time they made port. Hey buddy.” Varian held out a hand to the creature.
It blinked, and then smelled Varians hand. Hugo could not believe his eyes as the raccoon slipped its way into the bars of their cell and climbed up on Varians shoulders.
“How the hell-“
“awe he likes me!” Varian smiled, petting the raccoon on the head. “I think I’m gonna name you Ruddiger.”
“That’s a wild animal. And you just tamed it by being…you.” Hugo questioned.
Varian chuckled. “Yep.”
Ruddiger nuzzled into varians cheek, making him giggle. Hugo sighed softly. “unbelievable”
“Youre just jealous.”
“Of a raccoon?”
“Mhm.”
Hugo let out a little chuckle. Then heard more footsteps. Louder this time. Varian paled.
The door opened and they saw Andrew walk down. Hugo looked to Varian. The other boy was shaking. Ruddinger hissed at Andrew.
“Oh don’t give me that look.” Andrew said, a smarmy smile painting his face. “You’re home now, kid.”
Varian swallowed hard. “What do you want?”
“Down to business are we?” Andrew sighed. “Alright. We have a new payload waiting for us off the Motonui shore. Only problem is, it’s protected.”
“So?”
“Protected by a mechanical beast. If we can take that out, our pay days going to be fantastic. Here’s the best part, of you help us, you’ll get a cut.”
Varian glared. “So you’re asking me to kill myself trying to destroy this thing.”
“Oh, I’m not asking, kid.’
Hugo got in front in front of Varian. “No. He’s not doing that.”
Varian stared at Hugo. He was standing up for him. No one but Rapunzel had done that with Andrew before.
Andrew just smiled. Hugo glared.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to separate you love birds.” He said, pulling out his knife and cleaning his fingernails with it. “So I guess you’re going with him.” When the boys didn’t say anything, Andrew lost interest. “Well, I’ll see you when we get there.”
The door shut behind him.
“Fucking ass-“ He was tackled by Varian. “Woah goggles! You good?”
“No one but rapunzels ever done that for me before.” Varian said into Hugos shirt. “Thank you.”
Hugo paused, then wrapped his arms around Varian. “…You’re welcome.”
It was silent for a second before varian cleared his throat and pulled away. “So, what was that about you being the damsel in distress?”
Hugo chuckled. “we might need a new plan.”
Varian put a finger to his chin. “Hm.”
“What is Motonui anyway? Hugo asked.
“Oh it’s a small trade island. There’s a bunch of myths surrounding the place. Like how the protector of the island is a demigod, or how thousands of years ago a member of the chiefs family saved the world by returning a heart to a goddess.”
Hugo blinked. “So what I’m hearing is, we’re fucked. Cause this island is protected.”
Varian nodded, grimacing. “Pretty much.”
Hugo rubbed his face. “Great.”
“What are the chances of us jumping into the sea and swimming our way back?” Varian asked, earning a deadpan glare from Hugo. “Kidding!”
--
The food had been sparse, not that Hugo cared that much. Hugo was used to eating little. In fact, he didn’t even feel like eating at the moment. Varian hadn’t touched it though.
“Goggles, you should eat.”
“No. Knowing Andrew he put something in there.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…he’s done it to me before.”
Hugo paused. What?
“Excuse me?”
Varian sighed. “That night…when I told him I wouldn’t be working with him anymore I...I had some food at dinner…then passed out and woke up here. So I won’t be trusting any food until we’re back on Rapunzels ship.”
If Hugo didn’t hate that shitstain upon the earth before, he certainly did now. Not even Donella would go so far as to drug someone cause they didn’t want to work with them. They just sent them on their way. No use for someone who didn’t believe in their cause. And a waste of time and energy to kill them.
“What the fuck.”
“I know right.” Varian responded dryly.
Hugo wished he had his sharp teeth right now. If Varian wasn’t there hed…oh right. He was supposed to be luring varian to his death…He’d almost forgotten.
Stupid Hugo. How could have he forgotten about his entire goddamn mission? Being captured by pirates was really getting to him. He had to get back to the sundrop and finish this quickly.
Yet something in him didn’t want to go through with it. At least not concerning Varian. He didn’t know how to describe it. Like a cold hand that gripped his heart whenever he thought of hurting Varian. Mentally or physically.
A cold nose on him snapped him out of his thoughts.
He blinked, seeing Ruddiger in his face. Varian poked his head out from where he was holding the raccoon, chuckling. “You get lost there?”
Hugo chuckled. “…yeah…yeah a little.”
Varian took Hugos hand. “….Don’t stray far.”
Hugo felt his heartbeat picking up. He didn’t know what to say to that so he just let out a small nod.
The two sat in that moment for a while, content to be hungry, dirty, and unsafe. But at least they had each other.
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Adira frowned. She didn’t like what she saw through the little raccoon she sent. Her nephew had named him Ruddiger.
Varian, afraid and scared, captured by pirates and with a siren of all things.
She could see one from a mile away, even through her seeing eye raccoon.
Varian was in deep shit.
She took a deep breath from the spot she stood on. Looking over to her brother, asleep, just as he had been for years. Quirin was dead to the world. But not actually dead.
She’d leave him in the capable hands of the healers while she was gone.
She had a nephew to save.
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hi rory!
I can’t remember if I’ve talked about this wip on here yet or not but last year I made this plot outline for an au based on the book The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Catherine Webb. It’s pretty long (which is why I haven’t written it lol).
Trigger warning for excessive reincarnation/time loop-style major character death (Andrew dies a lot, often very young) and for mentions of child abuse and csa, per Andrew’s canonical trauma
So Andrew, Neil, and a few other characters are what are called “Ouroborans,” someone who is reborn into their same life over and over again. Per the rules of The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August universe, Ouroborans lived as normal babies until their 4th birthday. Then they get regain what memories of their previous turns at life they remember. Andrew is a special sort of Ouroboran because he remembers everything about every turn of his life he has ever taken thanks to his eidetic memory.
My idea for the fic is that it would be mostly from Andrew’s pov with occasional interludes from Neil.
Andrew’s 1st turn at his life is actually pretty good. He’s adopted at 4 by a pleasant but unremarkable conservative couple. The couple adopted him because they were infertile but thought that having a child was the sort of thing they’re supposed to do cuz blah blah heteronormativity or whatever. They’re not really all that interested in Andrew besides just being able to say that he’s their child and Andrew isn’t really interested in them. And so, he lives a pretty normal, albeit closeted, boring life. Unfortunately he dies young in an accident in college.
In his next life, he gets his memories back at 4 and subsequently becomes way too weird of a child for said conservative couple to adopt. He’s sent right back into the system and so begins his shitty foster care experience. From there Andrew reincarnates often because he usually dies very young from abuse, neglect, and/or straight up accidents. The oldest he lives is usually ~13 years (he doesn’t make it past living a few months with the Spears if he makes it that far) and he is never able to replicate that first life because he becomes a very strange (read: traumatized) child once he gets his memories back and it’s too off-putting for most families to want to adopt him.
This changes when Andrew meets Renee, also an Ouroboran. He learns there’s a whole community of people like him (though he learns that he’s weird for being able to perfectly remember all of his lives, as most Ouroborans only remember basic details about their past lives, but that doesn't surprise him because he already knew that his memory is weird). Of course Andrew’s a cynical little fuck and at first thinks Renee is a quack, so she flat-out stabs him like a badass and gives him a time and place to meet up with her his next life, which he does. Andrew doesn’t really care for any of the others in the Ouroboran community but he likes Renee because he thinks she’s cool. Unfortunately he falls out of contact with her when she gets adopted by Stephanie Walker.
Renee’s presence in Andrew’s life keeps him alive through that time period of his first few months living with the Spears, so for the first time, he lives long enough to learn about Aaron’s existence (which happens similarly to canon). What happens next is a montage of Andrew’s next few lives where he keeps dying in the process of trying to find ways to keep Aaron away from the Spear house. Eventually Andrew decides that the best way he can keep Aaron safe is remove himself from the equation, so he puts himself into juvie. There he meets Betsy, working as a therapist for juvie kids, and learns that she too is an Ouroboran. He strikes up a friendship with her and gets some real therapy for the 1st time in his many lives.
From there, things proceed as canon (except Andrew doesn’t tell Luther about Drake cuz in this au he ain’t telling anyone shit about his abuse) until Tilda’s car accident. Andrew dies in the car with her.
In Andrew’s next life after that, he goes looking for Betsy as soon as he can and basically her influence via phone keeps him alive long enough for things to mostly proceed as canon (with a couple exceptions: Andrew does his best to manipulate events, with Betsy's help, so that Aaron is out of Tilda's care as soon as possible and with the Hemmicks. Andrew also manages to not get arrested for defending Nicky) until PSU. During Andrew’s 1st year, Riko flat-out kills Andrew to get Kevin.
So for a while Andrew’s lives proceed mostly in this same fashion. PSU is the point at which Andrew’s lives get stuck at. If he lived long enough to make it to college, he can’t stop himself from making a deal with Kevin and every time he manages to get himself killed by Riko.
And then: enter Neil.
I’m stopping there because this outline is very long lol
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For you celebration can you make for yandere peter (tom) and yandere peter (andrew)
The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self aware on any level? Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling? The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don’t they care? Wheel of Fortune - Would this yandere’s behavior stay the same over time? If not, why do they remain the same?
Thanks for the request!
The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self-aware on any level?
This Peter is very delusional. The further his obsession grows, the more likely he is to think that you're already a couple when you're actually not. He takes the little things and twists them into something they're not. Like you say good morning to him in the halls and suddenly he thinks that's your simple way of saying I love you.
Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?
Peter is very outwardly passionate about you, while around you. It's to the point where it actively makes people uncomfortable by how much this guy gushes about you. He practically worships the ground you walk on and will get noticeably starry-eyed when you're so much as mentioned.
The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don't they care?
He is sensitive to what you do or say. This guy takes a lot of what you do to heart. So long as you aren't asking him to stop stalking you, to stop loving you, to let you leave, or to hurt Aunt May, then you can do a lot with him. Peter especially hates it when you ignore him, cry, or actively express your hatred for being kidnapped, and you can get him to do a lot using that.
Wheel of Fortune - Would this yandere's behavior stay the same over time? If not, why do they remain the same?
I see this Peter staying pretty much the same. It would take a lot, and I mean a lot, to ever change his view/behavior toward you. The only people he might listen to are Aunt May and Tony, but even then, in his perfect world, they would actively help him.
The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self-aware on any level?
Unlike his MCU counterpart, this Peter is much more self-aware. He's not deluded into thinking you're actually together when you're not. This Peter is only really overly obsessive and concerned for your safety rather than delusional.
Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?
This Peter is much more contained than his other version. While people like Flash may say he's whipped, he's much better at containing his more obsessive tendencies, so as to not scare you off too soon. Peter still is charming though, but more in a suave sense rather than a puppy-dog, terrifyingly too much kind of way.
The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don't they care?
Peter is not as easily swayed when it comes to your words and actions. You can cry, scream, and isolate yourself all you want, but he still won't give you what you want. In his mind, kidnapping you is the best way to keep you safe, and he's not budging on that. The best you can honestly do is to be on your best behavior, and then you'll start to get things little by little, but it's always supervised, and he has reminded you that he can revoke privileges the minute you try to run.
Wheel of Fortune - Would this yandere's behavior stay the same over time? If not, why do they remain the same?
Like his counterpart, it would take a lot to change his behavior. This Peter is much better at hiding his tendencies, and therefore less likely to get caught by you or anyone else. He plays the long game and is going to stay the same unless something very major happens to shift that.
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A Shadow of an Eagle Chapter 3: Restricted Sessions: Sebastian
Was she avoiding me? Everytime I get near her she scurries away. Amit did mention she had extra assignments and everyone wants her help after what she did for Duncan and salvaging his reputation. She was even nice enough to dive into the Black Lake for Neridia.
Dinner in the Great Hall was spectacular as usual. Classes were picking up and his sister was not doing worse than the last time he had gotten an owl from her. His curiosity was eating him alive. How could she ever learn to trust him if he never got the opportunity to earn it? The last time they had even spent close to each other was the first Crossed Wands match. They fought well together. It was better than dueling each other. It was as if they were connected and each blow was perfect.
“I’m heading to the common room to finish our potions essay.” Ominis was his oldest friend. Keeping someone else’s secret meant keeping the very thing that was bothering him from his best mate.
“I’ll see you later then.” Sebastian always sat facing the other tables. It was easy to find Alice because no matter what she was placed next to Samantha. Astoria and Constance had tried to cause her to become a social pariah but it failed miserably. It was as if Hogwarts had been sent an angel. She seemed relaxed compared to the first time he saw her. She no longer kept her nose in a book and she ate a little more. It was always strange because other houses would come to her and chat.
“Someone likes attention. Wonder if she will be up for a flying challenge?” Sebastian didn’t know if Imelda was talking to herself or to the table.
He needed some time to think. The Restricted Section’s new lock had left him more determined than ever before. Last time he saw a key but didn’t have time to get it. He would spend the night devising a plan and try again tomorrow. A blond head caught his eye as he was leaving the table. Andrew Larson had taken a place near Alice and was leaning into every word she was saying. Sebastian could see her shyness was returning. He was a year above them and the one man that every girl wanted. She can’t be falling for that? But it seems she was. She had all the signs: ducking her head, playing with her loose hair, giggling at every word he said.
He thought he would get a toothache if he saw anymore. What she does isn’t my problem, but she won’t even talk to me after what we went through and she is over there flirting with Larson like it is no big deal.
“Sebastian!” He heard the soft heels clicking again. “Sebastian, wait!”
She had followed him all the way to the South Tower. Putting on his best smile he turned to her and acted surprised. “There you are. You owe me an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks. Why is Victor Rookwood after you?”
She hesitated. “He’s working with Ranrok.” A pause, she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Ranrok is after something I found in Gringotts.”
“Go on,” Sebastian egged, his brow furrowed.
Her explanation was too bizarre to be imagined. “This map is leading you to the Restricted Section? You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly serious.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and pulled them deeper out of sight. “Professor Fig has insisted that I not tell a soul about any of this. I’ve probably said too much.”
“Your secret’s safe with me. Whatever it is.” This felt like a waste. No progress had been made.
“Thank you.” She looked away for a moment, biting her lip as if contemplating her next move. “You mentioned being ‘clever enough not to get caught’ in the Restricted Section.”
That was it. His chance to prove she could completely trust him. “And I am. Meet me outside the Library tomorrow night. Tell no one.”
Alice tugged his sleeve as he turned to head back to the dungeons. “What happens if we get caught?” It was obvious she rarely got into trouble. All of this adventure must have been a new world for her. She was new after all.
He flashed his lop-sided grin. “Detention, no doubt, we just need to avoid Peeves the poltergeist and Scribner.”
Letting out a heavy sigh she released his sleeve and nodded her head in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow, good night, Sebastian.”
He couldn’t leave her in disarray. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” He didn’t see her face as she continued to walk away. Before she rounded the corner, she popped her head back in the direction they had been standing. “Thank you, Sebastian. You don’t understand how much this helps me.”
She looked different coming down the stairs of the central hall. She already dressed differently from most of the other students since she was from London. Alice’s family was well off and her governess had kept her up to the expected fashion of her age. Instead of the long plaid skirts or knee length pants she wore knee length skirts in solid black. Her shirts were always relaxed and her tie was never Ravenclaw blue but a silky copper. Even her robes had blue striping instead of black. She claimed they had been gifts from her father. He was so proud that her magical ability had come, even if it was late.
Instead of her normal school uniform she was wearing a cream sweater over her blouse to protect her from the castle’s nightly chill. Her grey and black plaid skirt was hitting slightly above her knees. This has to be what she would look like on the streets of London. He even noticed that her hair was done differently. She had pulled half of it back into a small knot at the base of her skull. She looked noble.
“Well this is different.” He nodded his head toward her.
“I felt more comfortable wearing my clothes from home. It feels safe.” She was toying with her hands, picking at nothing. “I was scared the robes would get in the way.”
He took a step toward her and gently pulled her chin up to look at him. She wasn’t short in comparison to their classmates but he still had half a head on her. “I will not let anything happen to you.” Dropping his hand he crouched and motioned for her to join him at the banister.
“See those prefects? They would love nothing more than to rat on us to Scribner. I’m going to teach you the disillusionment charm. We will be nothing more than a trick of the light.” He was checking to see if she understood the seriousness of the situation. Her face was blank with concentration, eyes determined again, but Sebastion noticed that the tips of her ears had turned pink. “Nervous?”
“No,” she had gained her confidence back and composed herself quickly. “I’m ready.”
Sneaking past the prefects was easier than they had thought. They were too busy flirting to even realize they were passing by. In the library was a different story. Scribner still prowled. Sebastian pulled her to the shelves as soon as he saw the Librarian turn her back.
“I thought you said she was not going to be here!” Alice whisper-yelled at him. “We have to get into the Restricted Section! This may be my only chance.”
“Sh, keep your voice down.” This was not a part of the plan. The plan! “There is a key in her desk, it’ll open the lock. I’ll distract her and you grab the key. When you get it, meet me in front of the gates.”
He retreated to the back left corner and tried to think of the best spell that would cause the least amount of damage. None coming to mind, Sebastian pointed at an abandoned waste basket and whispered, “bombarda!” He ran as swiftly as he could without getting spotted. It seemed that Alice ran faster, she was already placing the key in the lock when he shuffled behind her.
“Go!” The gates swung open silently. Once they had closed and they were down the stairs they lifted the charm and let the adrenaline rush through them.
“We did it, Sebastian!” She threw her arms around his neck in triumph. “That was some distraction! I think you may have an affinity for fire.”
Sebastian let his arms envelope her. For a moment he lifted her from the ground and swayed her back and forth. “That was great teamwork. I may have myself a new partner in crime.” His smile didn’t fade as he lowered her to the ground. Sebastian hadn’t seen that much laughter in someone’s face since last year. When did she get this pretty? It’s like the stars came down and created the most wonderful person. Alice still gripped his forearms as she pulled away.
“That was thrilling. A different kind of thrilling from the dragon. Is this what it is like to break the rules? It’s addicting.”
“Slow down, Alice. We can’t have the professors distrusting you as they distrust me.” He had still promised that he would keep her safe. How petite is she? I thought her sweater was not as form fitting as it looks now. Are skirts really that short in London? Focus, Sallow. It’s time to find a cure for Anne.
It was shocking that Alice didn’t notice the distance that Sebastion had put between them. “Do you know what you’re looking for, Sebastian?”
Before he could answer, Peeves had caught them. “Naughty, Naughty, you’ll get caughty! Time to tell Scribner of the two students snogging!” Sebastian paled. First they had gotten caught by Peeves, and second he was going to cause rumors to be spread about them.
“Oh Peeves, please pretend you didn’t see us, just this once,” Alice begged. It was a futile attempt since Peeves was already making his way to Scribner.
“I’m going to go back. You keep going. I’ll find my way in another day.” He was trying to push her deeper in the Restricted Section.
“No! I can’t let you get in trouble for me.” She was whining. “We could make a run for it.”
Sebastian was shaking his head. Alice was a lot sturdier than she looked. “She’ll be here any minute. I can buy you some time.” He noticed she was about to protest but he cut back in. “I kind of like the idea of you being in my debt.” He winked at her and ran back the way they came.
The morning came too early. If he looked how he felt, Alice must be feeling much worse. Her eyes were swollen and she looked like she hadn’t slept all night. Dark circles rimmed her eyes and she had a scrape on her cheek. It was the first time that she had not removed her robes for class and rolled her sleeves up. I wonder what happened after I left?
“Pst, Sallow.” Leander wasn’t the best at being discrete. “I heard you got caught in the Restricted Section, Peeves said that you were with a girl. Were you trying to show off?”
“None of your business, Prewett. For your information, I was there alone.” Out of the corner of his eye, Alice had tensed. “If I was trying to impress a girl I wouldn’t have taken her to the library.”
He had already gotten an earful from Ominis when he returned. His friend was worried when he hadn’t returned from ‘studying’ so he realized that Sebastian had lied to him. The lecture contained plenty of ‘those books are restricted for a reason,’ ‘if you don’t stop now you’ll be bringing Alice down with you,’ and ‘dark magic isn’t the answer.”
Alice was making it obvious she was not herself that day. Almost neglecting her earmuffs when repotting mandrakes, head nodding off in the want of sleep, Samantha having to constantly get her attention, her eyes revealing she was anywhere but in the greenhouse. Whatever she needed in the library she must have found it.
When class was over he wanted to wait for her, but Professor Garlik called for her and Prewett. Made sense since he was spectacular at herbology. They strode off into the greenhouse and that was the last he was able to see her for the rest of the day.
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Only Believing
“On that day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us go across to the other side. …And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. But He was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?”” Mark 4:35, 37-38ESV
Study out this story in Mark 4. Peter, Andrew, James and John were fishermen by trade. They fished the Sea of Galilee for a living. Stormy or balmy weather, they KNEW what to do in their boats. As lakes go, it was only 8.078 miles wide and 13 miles long. Each of the Great Lakes dwarfs multiple times the Sea of Galilee. Think about the fact the Greek words here for wind indicate a hurricane type wind. Perhaps closer to a tornado over water? In my estimation, whatever type of storm, it was satan created to keep Jesus away from the demoniac on the other side. Jesus said they were going to the other side, and going they went exactly where He said.
Do we believe whatever Holy Spirit has said to you? Do we believe the scriptures which speak so loudly in our hearts to be true? What gets most of our attention? The promise? The storm?
To my shame— too often I’ve doubted, believing the storm over the words of God. Not that I doubted His truthfulness, but that I doubted my own ability to hear correctly, or discern correctly. 2Timothy 2:15ESV “Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.” Jesse Duplantis says ‘doubt your doubts, don’t doubt your faith.’ One day I will have come totally to the place of doubting my doubts and believing only what God says, without limiting His power.
Coming to the place of only believing means facing the fact— Romans 3:4ESV “By no means! Let God be true though every one were a liar…”” We dare not listen to others, allow their negativity to enter our minds. Become a people of single focus— receive the end prize of our faith.
Will you allow the storm to overcome you with fear? Will you stand in the face of the storm declaring, ‘we will arrive at the other side of this storm, safe and sound?’ There are storms headed our way, planned by satan, as surely as the storm was over the Sea of Galilee. In only one way can we be saved— by declaring and decreeing— “It is written” Matthew 4:4ESV. Will you be able to stand declaring the words of the Lord? It’s your choice. You choose.
LET’S PRAY: Holy God forgive us for not believing You and Your Son’s words. Forgive us for giving up on our miracles, out of doubt and fear, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.
by Debbie Veilleux
Copyright 2023 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.
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Gone
Still having issues with tagging and the post not showing in my feed. Not sure who is and isn’t seeing this but if you are reading & enjoying then might be best to double check the previous 5/6 chapters.
Previous: Chapter 25 - Next Step
Notes
1. Any medical stuff mentioned in this chapter (Quite a lot!) was the result of research via search sites and on the NHS website.
2. The SEDATIVE DRUG that I name in this chapter is completely made up (Although it is based on drugs that are around) I decided to do this because of Thunderbirds being set in the future and unfortunately, illegal drugs do keep changing.
Chapter 26: Injuries
Upon reaching the cockpit of Thunderbird 2 and receiving the coordinates, Gordon with Alan by his side took to the controls and safely flew them to the airfield in Auckland, New Zealand. As soon as they had landed they both made their way back into the medical bay and were greeted by Scott and John who had both changed out of their International Rescue uniforms.
"How’s he been?" Alan asked.
Scott sighed. "Not too good, he's still drifting in and out of consciousness... Is the ambulance ready?"
"Yes, they are," Gordon confirmed.
"Good, then let's get him out of here!" John added.
They all carefully lifted Virgil's stretcher and made their way out of Thunderbird 2.
They were quickly met by a plump friendly looking man, who was slightly balding and looked around 50. "Hello there, I'm Doctor Gerry Sylvia."
"Hey, I'm Scott, this is my brother John. We will be coming with you in the ambulance. These are my other brothers Gordon and Alan."
"It's nice to meet you all. Although, I wish it was under better circumstances!" Doctor Sylvia gave a concerned look towards Virgil. "And this must be Virgil?"
“Yes,” Scott confirmed.
"Okay, let's get him into the ambulance," Gerry said.
Scott and John promised to keep Gordon and Alan updated on Virgil's condition, until they arrived with their father and grandma. They then made their way with the doctor and Virgil into the ambulance and headed towards the hospital.
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A short time later:
Scott and John, not wanting to leave Virgil’s side, followed closely behind him as he was pushed down the hospital aisle. Eventually, Virgil was taken into a room while the two brothers were reluctantly ushered into a small waiting room by a young nurse.
“If you both take a seat, I will fetch you both a drink.” The nurse said with a smile.
“Can we stay with him?” Scott pleaded.
“I’m afraid not. He will need a lot of tests… He’s your little brother, right?” The nurse questioned.
“Yes,” Scott and John both nodded.
The nurse looked at them both sympathetically. “I have three younger siblings myself. I know they can cause a lot of stress and worry. Doctor Sylvia will update you as soon as he can.” At that moment, the door to the waiting room opened and Doctor Gerry Sylvia entered. “And here he is!” The nurse added with a smile.
“Hello Nurse Andrews,” Doctor Sylvia said, “thank you for bringing them in here.”
“No problem doctor, now, coffee for you both?” She asked.
“Yes please.” Scott and John replied.
The nurse smiled at them all and left the room.
Doctor Sylvia sat down in one of the chairs and signalled for Scott and John to do the same. “Okay, we will be continuing with the blood transfusion. You said in the ambulance that you did an auto transfuse?”
“Yes, it was, we always have some of our own blood on standby in case of an emergency,” Scott answered.
“That’s good!” Doctor Sylvia responded. “We will need to run some blood tests to discover what sedative they gave your brother and to make sure that he’s got no other drugs in his system. I have also scheduled Virgil to undergo various scans, so we can discover the extent of his injuries and figure out the best way to proceed with his treatment.”
“How long will we have to wait?” John questioned.
“If everything goes well then, an hour or maybe two, it depends on what we find and if that opens up the need to run further examinations.” The door opened, and Nurse Andrews re-entered with Scott and John’s coffees. They took their drinks and said thank you to the young nurse. Once she had left Doctor Sylvia lowered his voice and continued. “Now, for security purposes I will be keeping Virgil in this section of the hospital only, I have assembled a small team who will be overseeing all his treatment and all of them have signed a confidentiality agreement. They all believe that the reason for security and privacy is because of your fathers’ public profile. The only information they have been given is Virgil’s name, that he was kidnapped, tortured and eventually saved; and he was brought here with the help of International Rescue… Now, I would advise you to use the entrance that we came in earlier as it offers the most privacy. The code for the door is 22720.” Doctor Gerry Sylvia stood from his chair. “Okay, I need to go now and see how the tests are going. As soon as I have any information I promise I will come and speak with you.”
“Thank you,” Scott and John both said, rising from their chairs and shaking the doctors hand.
“No problem,” He replied, smiling at them both before leaving the room.
“I better call dad… Scott to base.”
“Hi son, how is he?" Jeff asked, as soon as he saw his oldest child's image. Scott sighed and relayed all the information that the doctor had just given him. "Okay, thank you Scott and please keep us updated." Jeff added.
"I will dad, have Gordon and Alan arrived back yet?"
“No, they are due to land in about five minutes.” Jeff confirmed. “As soon as they arrive we will be heading straight to you.”
“Okay, we’ll see you when you get here.”
“FAB! See you soon son.”
Scott ended the call and began pacing while John sank back down into his chair and buried his head in his hands.
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Two Hours Later:
Jeff, his mother, Gordon and Alan had all arrived at Good Hope Hospital and had joined both Scott and John in the waiting room. They had been receiving brief updates from Nurse Andrews throughout their wait, but had not heard back from Doctor Sylvia. They all continued to wait silently, Jeff and Scott stood next to each other leaning against a wall and both stared intently at the door, willing it to open and reveal the doctor. Ruth sat next to Alan, her arm draped around him, while he leant his head against her shoulders. John still sat on the same chair from earlier with his head still buried in his hands, while Gordon sat on the floor next to him with his knees pulled up to his chest.
After another ten minutes, the waiting room doors finally swung open to reveal Doctor Gerry Sylvia. As The doctor entered the room both Jeff and Ruth stood and walked over to him, he shook their hands, introduced himself, and suggested they both sat down. Once everyone was sitting Doctor Sylvia sat himself down on one of the spare chairs and began.
“Now, has I mentioned to both Scott and John earlier we have continued treating Virgil with the blood transfusion, which has now been completed, and we have also started him on an Intravenous line to help treat him for dehydration and lack of food nutrients in his system. We are also administering him with some antibiotics, as he also seems to have developed a chest infection.”
Jeff sighed. “What drugs did they give him?”
“It seems they have been injecting him with an illegal drug called Rynax, which is closely related to Rohypnol. The drug causes an instant sedation effect on anyone it is injected into. It will generally knock the victim out for several hours, and unfortunately, over the last few years it has become very popular within certain crime rings. Side effects will depend on how the victim tolerates the drug and how much has been injected into their system.”
“What kind of side effects?” Ruth Tracy asked with concern.
“Previous victims of this drug have suffered sickness, migraines, insomnia, stomach cramps and muscle spasms. The harsher reactions have included brain haemorrhages, amnesia, and death,” Gerry answered. “The people who held Virgil have injected him quite a few times. Luckily, he hasn’t shown any side effects, but we will need to continue monitoring him until the drug is completely out of his system.”
Alan looked up at the doctor. “Has he been able to have any pain relief because of these drugs?”
Gerry nodded. “We have given him some pain relief that will not interact with the Rynax. Ideally, we would like to move him onto something a bit stronger but because of the potency of the Rynax, we will need to wait for the drug to leave his body which should take another 48 hours.”
Jeff pushed his hands through his hair and breathed out. “And Virgil’s other injuries?”
"We have undertaken a variety of scans to determine the extent of Virgil's injuries. Now the good news, although he’s suffered some bruising to his abdomen he doesn't have any internal bleeding and none of his organs have been damaged. His ribs are severely bruised, and he does have a few broken ribs. However, he’s managing to breathe without too much pain, and there doesn't seem to be any major damage, so they should heal on their own accord. Also, the dislocated shoulder will not need an operation, there are no further breaks to the arm, and although his hand is badly bruised it isn't broken. If everything heals as it should then he will be able to start using his arm and hand in a couple of weeks, although it will be up to six weeks before I recommend anything to physical.”
They all looked at each other and sighed in relief at the news.
Scott glanced back towards the Doctor when he hadn't continued. "And the bad news?"
"Well, as you know Virgil suffered a break to both legs. The left leg has suffered a closed fracture in the middle part of the thighbone and because of the damage we will need to operate.”
John sighed. "An operation?"
"I'm afraid so.” Doctor Gerry Sylvia confirmed. “We will need to place a metal rod through the centre of the bone. The right leg will also need some wires inserted to help hold the bones together. Normally I would have taken him in for surgery straight away, however because of the Rynax still being in his system, and the extent of the injuries to his back, we have chosen to delay the surgery.”
“His back… How bad is it?” Gordon stuttered, knowing all too well how bad a back injury could be.
“The damage from the Cat O Nine Tails is extensive. The whips caused burning to Virgil's skin, which with treatment will heal. The lacerations to his back are quite deep and we have sutured the wounds. However, with cuts like these it’s best to stitch them up within six hours of the injury taking place… So, the probability of scarring is high, thankfully none of the wounds are infected.”
"And further damage to his back?" Scott queried with a shaky voice.
“The bruising to Virgil’s back from the beatings and initial fall were quite significant, because of the extent of the damage I ordered a radiologic evaluation, this included X-Rays, a CT scan, and a MRI scan of the thoracic and lumbar spine. The results show that he got an Extension Fracture through the vertebral body. Now, typically this can be treated without surgery and hopefully this will remain the case for Virgil. We will continue to observe him, and we will carry out some more scans later. If there are any further problems with his back and everything is not healing properly, then we may need to consider an operation. Meanwhile, I would like Virgil to wear a brace for up to 12 weeks.”
“So, when will you be doing the operation on his legs?” John questioned.
“If Virgil doesn’t have any reactions to the Rynax and the antibiotics begin to clear up the chest infection, then hopefully in the next 48 hours.”
“Can we see him?” Jeff asked hopefully.
Doctor Sylvia smiled and stood up. “Yes, you can. My team are just preparing him in his room. If you would like to follow me then I’ll take you to him.”
Jeff, his mother and all four boys stood and followed the doctor out of the waiting room.
Next: Chapter 27 - Comforting Words
#cg29fics#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds original series#thunderbirds are go#tagficgone#virgil tracy#john tracy#scott tracy#jeff tracy#alan tracy#gordon tracy#grandma tracy#thunderwhump#tw injury#tw drugs
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Can u drop some Andrew lore™️? I'm way too invested in him I love him v much 😭
I LOVE ANDREW SO MUCH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM
I ramble a lot about his past mostly sorry-
Andrew actually comes from a pretty big family, he has several siblings and he was one of the middle children. He doesn’t speak to any of them anymore nor does he speak to his parents. Despite having no contact with any of them he still feels his eldest sister was more of a parent to any of them than their actual parents.
Simply put Andrew was kind of an asshole growing up. He was not a good kid. He was not very pleasant to be around. He was constantly in trouble. He stopped speaking to his family after getting kicked out as a teenager. He’s chilled out quite a bit since then.
He met his wife Hana when they were in high school. He thought she was the nicest person in the world and he couldn’t bring himself to be rude and snappy with her like he was to most people and she was one of his few close friends. Her family let him stay with them after he got kicked out and that was when he finally started to get his shit together. Andrew and Hana wouldn’t actually get together until after they graduated but he was always interested in her and the main reason he decided to become a doctor was to make sure he had a good job and would make decent money in case they actually worked out, he wanted to be able to support her so she could choose whatever career she’d be happiest with. (Hana’s parents absolutely love Andrew too, they’ve heard what he was like beforehand but they just find that hard to believe as he’s never been anything but kind and respectful towards them and their daughter. They’ve never met his parents but they assume they must be terrible people to not love him as much as they do.)
Andrew nearly worked himself to death to get through medical school and this job. Was not what he was aiming for. But when he was looking for a job he was contacted by Mr. Whitaker and he didn’t really know what he was getting into until it was too late for him to back out, and Mr. Whitaker was absolutely not above threatening his family to keep him quiet and in line. Around that time Hana would’ve been pregnant with their daughter Hiyori so he didn’t have much of a choice, he did what he had to to make sure they’d be safe and he could take care of them.
There are a lot of medics there who are in a similar situation to him, and he’s not the only one who feels this way, but he cannot bring himself to see the pets as less than human. He is patient and gentle with all of them, and sometimes he gets hurt working when they get scared, and he does his best not to get angry with them. However he is very angry with all of their owners. Since Cain took over he would even work more than he had to just because he wanted to make sure they were well taken care of.
Speaking of which, as difficult as Cain could be, Andrew also thought he was the best person to have to answer to. He might’ve spent most of his time at work but Cain worked with him and made sure he never missed a single one of his daughter’s birthdays, his wife’s birthdays, Christmas, first days of school or other events. He knew how important Andrew’s family was to him and Andrew was always incredibly thankful for that.
#oc stuff#Andrew#I love this man he is such a good man#he loves his family dearly and he cares so much for his patients#I’ve thought about his past a lot Andrew was in general a trouble maker growing up he was always in some kind of shit#anonymous
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weekly fic recs | 5
fandoms: aftg, aot, hq, tgcf, mdzs
aftg
Except When It's No by TheRainbowElectric
It doesn't make sense. Neil was fine. More than fine. He’s safe at home with Andrew, and this should be the best possible ending to one of Neil’s best days, but when Neil squeezes his eyes shut, all he can see is —
Riko grinning with vicious pleasure as he slices Neil open. Riko’s eyes reflecting the glow of the lighter licking Neil’s skin. Riko laughing as a tattoo gun needle digs into Neil’s cheek.
Riko, Riko, Riko, smothering and impossible to escape. Panic knifes through Neil as he yanks uselessly against the handcuffs. No, no, no —
And then he’s saying it aloud, “No, no, no,” because there isn't a gag cutting into the sides of his mouth. Because Neil isn’t at Evermore. He’s at home with Andrew, who’s right there when Neil opens his eyes — only near the foot of the bed now, not touching Neil at all.
Neil has long gotten used to reading the faint shades of emotion that pass for expressions on Andrew’s face. But never, not even in Andrew's medicated, manically expressive days, has Neil seen Andrew wear anything like his current look of horrified shock.
Neil agrees to try the handcuffs in bed. It goes badly. Cue angst and h/c.
flour petals, sugar stitches by ephemeralsky
“Thanks for coming with me,” she says, keeping her eyes trained in front of her.
“It is not like I had a choice in the matter,” Andrew says, blowing out a stream of smoke through his mouth.
Renee’s lips curl into a smile. “Maybe you’ll win our next sparring match and I’ll finally have to buy you ten cartons of Haagen-Dazs.”
“It cannot be worse than tagging along to a bridal boutique.”
“Maybe,” Renee allows, humor in her voice. “But what kind of man of honor would you be if you didn’t come with me to choose a dress?”
(or: Andrew is a baker, Renee is a bride-to-be, and Neil is a dressmaker)
aot
Professionalism by Mysecretfanmoments
Modern AU where Eren is a professional cuddler and Levi is his client. Submission for day 3 of EreRi week: Cuddling.
Enigma by Alias_InsertName
(mature)
Where their story begins underground and not separated by bars.
Or
Levi and Eren met and fell in love years before the attack on Wall Maria.
The same story, another beginning.
haikyuu
daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) by gabstar
Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.
feel like gold by Heronfem
In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.
Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.
mdzs
love some littler things by shipyrds
He doesn’t regret— no. Start over. He would do it again.
He thinks, sometimes, about how it had gone, when he cannot distract himself any longer with calligraphy exercises or trying to grow increasingly exotic plants behind the jingshi. He runs through the sequence of events again and again, wearing a groove in them, the way he had once recited the clan rules.
—
When the Wens come for Lotus Pier, Lan Wangji jumps in front of a blast intended for Wei Wuxian and loses his core.
bodies and other unfamiliar things by moonfrost_shash (sunkitten_shash)
(mature)
It was such a small, stupid thing, Wei Wuxian thought sometimes, but—he missed his body.
Sometimes—not always, but sometimes—maybe oftentimes—when Wei Wuxian looked in the mirror, he couldn't see himself. A face that wasn’t his own stared back at him, blinking along with him, and he felt an ache deep inside him to see himself once again.
Wei Wuxian, Who's That? by bumbledees
In which Wei Wuxian gets himself out of being Jin Sect enemy number one by becoming Lan Qiren's niece-in-law, and falls in love with Lan Wangji somewhere along the way.
tgcf
to the stars who listen by moonsteps
“San Lang,” says Xie Lian. “How long?”
Hua Cheng hums, but it falls flat. “How long what?”
“How long,” Xie Lian repeats, “have you had such dreams?”
(Or: Hua Cheng has nightmares. Xie Lian wakes up one morning and finds he can hear them.)
Something Like Soulmates by zacechild
While still the mortal Crown Prince of Xian Le, Xie Lian received a terrifying prediction about his future marriage: he was fated to live in the lap of luxury as the bride of a great and powerful demon, with strength enough to shake the foundations of Heaven itself!
Eight hundred years later, Hua Cheng--a great and powerful demon--threatens to storm Heaven with his demonic army if he's not given Xie Lian's hand in marriage within three days.
ten feet tall by parsnipit
“I wanted to be beautiful for Dianxia,” Hua Cheng admits quietly, ducking his head. “I wanted you to think I was beautiful.”
“I did. I do.” Dianxia’s fingers touch the line of his deathscar. “But ah, San Lang, you are really wise, aren’t you?”
“...Dianxia?”
“To voice your insecurities like this,” Dianxia explains, “where your gege can help you fight them. How clever of my San Lang!”
#look i wanna give you guys variety but let's be honest#all i've been reading the past week and a half is tgcf fics#weekly fic recs#aftg fic recs#aot fic recs#hq fic recs#mdzs fic recs#tgcf fic recs#no prompt
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Fiction 1: The door of hope
“Noah, hold the rope tight!”
“Sure, my friend!”, Noah pulls the rope closer to her body. “Come on, you got this!”
The girl climbing on the wall finally reach the last climbing spot and ready to go down.
“Take it slow, Leah.” Noah gives out the rope bit by bit steadily. She whispered, “Yeah, it’s almost my turn.”
Leah climbs down and laugh, “I made it! Noah!” They high-five.
“Congratulations Leah, good job!” Noah is starting to buckle up. “Come on, you got this too!”
They finish the other round of climbing and decide to leave.
“Any plan for your vacation next week?” Leah asks while taking off her climbing shoes.
“Yes, I am going to a safari in Africa.” Noah giggles, “I’ve sign up for volunteering for a week. So excited about it yek!”
“That’s so cool oh my god Noah, I love your life!”
“You should come too!! I mean if you are free!”
“Definitely! We’ll see!”
“Then I guess I’ll see you next week! For bouldering!”
“Yeah! Bye Noah, get home safe!”
“You too Leah!”
Noah walks to the parking lot and gets into her car. She then makes a phone call and heads home, “Hey mom I’ll be at home in 10 minutes! Did you tell dad the surprise for him tonight?”
“Of course not, honey. He would be so happy if we made it!”
“Yay! Oh, by the way is the nanny home now, mom?”
“Yes, she’s in the kitchen. I guess busy organizing our fridge.” A car is driving fast towards Noah’s.
“Perfect! I will…” Crash! “DuDuDuDuDu…”
“Noah!? Noah???”
Five minutes later…
“Wail Whoop Wail Whoop Wail Whoop ---”
Image credit to IceWolf-NL
A paramedic in the ambulance opens up Noah’s phone, trying to call her family. “Hi are you the mom?”
“Noah? She’s my daughter. Who’s over there? Did anything happen? I heard she hung up…Hi? I am Sophia.” Sophia speaks rapidly, with a tremor in her voice.
“This is a paramedic speaking. I am sorry Noah’s mom. It was a car accident, please start heading to the Pacific hospital.”
“Geez...I will be there in 10.” Sophia quickly grabs the key and rushes to drive. “No…no, no, no, this can’t be true…Noah”
When Sophia arrives at the hospital, Noah is ready for surgery.
“Come on…” Sophia’s body is shaking. She’s restraining her tears and picking up her phone. “Sophia! What happen?” It’s Noah’s dad, Sophia’s husband.
“Andrew…Noah is…doing surgery…She had a car accident…”
“Fuck! Which hospital is she?”
“The Pacific Hospital.”
“DuDuDu…”
Andrew rushed to the hospital. He arrives at the front desk. “Excuse me Noah where is Noah? My daughter. She had a car accident. Where is she?”
“Sir she’s at the fifth floor. Turn to your left when you get out of the elevator.”
“Thank you so much”
Andrew runs again.
“Sophia!”
“Andrew…I can’t…” Sophia can’t hold her tears anymore. Andrew hugs her tightly. “Come on we get this…I know Noah is the best and she’s gonna make it…”
They hold hands, keep staring at the door with the red light on and pray.
“Come on Noah. You got this…Please…”
Image credit to Getty images
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