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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Broken Without You)

Pt 2 Fem Reader x Dwayne TW: Language, suicide I got the inspiration for this fic MONTHS ago after reading @theyreonlynoodlesmike ‘s It’s Just a Movie and The Sequel fics and have FINALLY written it. Everyone should go and read it because it is AMAZING!!

Opening your eyes, you looked around to find that you were back in your bedroom. Once it registered in your mind where you were, you shot up out of bed in a panic. “No, no, no, no, no.” You said, tears already falling from your eyes. This can’t be happening. You can’t be back here. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them back up, you would find yourself back in the cave and in Dwayne’s arms. “Please, please.” You quietly begged. You slowly cracked your eyes open only to find that you were still in your bedroom. Nothing had changed. A chorus of heart wrenching sobs escaped you as your legs gave out and you crumbled to the floor. Why was this happening? After years of feeling nothing but emptiness and darkness, you had finally been happy. Ever since you met Dwayne, your life had been filled with nothing but love and happiness. You had finally felt like you belonged somewhere and that you finally had someone who truly loved you, only to have all of that cruelly ripped away from you. You didn’t know just how long you had laid on the floor, curled in on yourself and crying until you had nothing left. Soon, you fell asleep, completely and utterly exhausted and just hoping that when you woke up again, this would turn out to be some kind of horrible nightmare.

Sadly, you had woken up the next day to find that you had not, in fact, dreamt all of this and that if seemed like no time had passed since you had been gone. Months went by and with the warm light that Dwayne shone on you that kept the darkness at bay now gone, that all too familiar darkness had crept its way back into your life and your mind. You tried your hardest to think of Dwayne and the others in those times to try and distract yourself, to try and live in your own little world where you were still there with them, but it never worked. It felt like all of your most precious memories with them were being infected and twisted into something diseased. Something dark and crooked, your mind warping the memories and making you think that they had never happened. That it was all some twisted trick that your mind had played on you. You almost gave into those thoughts but you knew deep down that it was real, they were real. Dwayne, he was real and so was the love that you held for each other. You didn’t know if reminding yourself of that comforted you, or just made it all the worse because you knew that you would never see him again. You wondered if he or the others had realized that you were gone. What would they think? Would they think that you had run away? Or maybe that something had happened to you and you were dead. Would they even care? Would they miss you as much as you miss them? Would Dwayne find someone else and move on as if you had never even existed? There they were again. The dark thoughts that always seemed to turn your thoughts and fill you with dark what ifs.

Over the months that you had been back, you fell back into your old habits of drinking and getting high with your “friends”. Though it seemed that things were even worse than they were before, you having tasted what it was like to feel the euphoria that came with loving someone and having that love returned tenfold. Constantly, you tried to chase that high that you once felt when you were with Dwayne, though you knew deep down that you would never find that in these drugs or in the company of the people you surround yourself with. You had thought for months about just doing what you had planned on doing before you met Dwayne. The only thing that stopped you, was the promise that you had made Dwayne. He made you promise him that you would never try anything like that, that you would come to him if you ever felt the urge to harm yourself and he would do everything in his power to make you feel better. But after a year of struggling to keep moving, to just keep yourself breathing, you had finally given up. The only thing that had ever made your life worth living, worth holding onto, was Dwayne and now with him no longer by your side, you just didn’t see the point in life anymore. You didn’t want to live in a world without him in it. When you first got back, you did have an idea. Maybe you could go to Santa Carla and find him. If he was a vampire, then he would still be alive today, right? Well, when you looked up the town, you felt your heart sink. It didn’t even exist, at least not in your world. You guessed that not only were you sent back through time but also to a different universe entirely.

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When Dwayne woke up that night, he immediately knew that something was wrong. It just felt off. Leaving the part of the cave where he and the boys slept, Dwayne first made his way over to your nest to check on you. Once he reached your nest and made his way inside, where he felt a surge of panic rip through his body. You weren’t there and your scent, while still there, was so faint that it indicated to him that you hadn’t been there in a while. In a blind panic, Dwayne tore through the cave in search of you, gaining the attention and worry of his brothers. “Woah! Hey, just calm down, alright.” David told Dwayne but it seemed as if his voice fell on deaf ears as Dwayne continued. Paul made his way over to Dwayne and grabbed a tight hold of his shoulders as he spun him around to face him. “Just tell us what’s wrong, man. Maybe we can help.” Paul offered, trying to calm his brother down and find out what the hell had gotten into him. “Y/n’s gone.” Dwayne said, jaw clenched and looking as though he was on the verge of breaking down completely. “Maybe she went for a walk or something. She’s done it before.” Marko offered and he was right. There had been times where you had gone out for walks while the boys slept. “This is different. She would have been back by now, she would have left a note or something.” Dwayne said, moving over to sit on the edge of the fountain and holding his head in his hands. The others exchanged a quick look before silently agreeing on something. “We’ll all split up and search the whole of Santa Carla if we have to. We’ll find her.” David told Dwayne, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. That’s how the boys spent the night. They searched every inch of Santa Carla but came up with nothing, only causing Dwayne to become even more distraught.

A couple of months went by and, while they searched every night, they never found any sign of you. While it was very clear that Dwayne was the most torn up, Paul, David and Marko were also heartbroken by your disappearance. You were their sister and they loved you and to wake up one night to find that you were just gone without a trace, it killed them. Marko had come up with a bit of a theory. He thought that, maybe, whatever had brought you here, had just sent you back. When he brought this idea up to Dwayne, he was immediately yelled at. “NO! She’s here somewhere! She HAS to be!” After that, none of them spoke about what they thought may have happened to you again. Dwayne felt so empty without you. He feared what may have happened to you. Had someone taken you and hurt you? Did you go on a walk, get hurt and weren’t able to move? Did you hurt yourself again like how you had told him that you did in the past? Then he thought about what Marko had said. Maybe you really had just been sent back to your own time and if that was the case, he feared what you may do now that he wasn’t there to protect you. You had told him all about your mental health problems, though you reassured him that since you had been there, you hadn’t had any of those dark thoughts that you usually did. He did make you promise him that you would never try to hurt yourself again and if you ever felt the urge, to come to him and he would do whatever he had to to make you feel better. But he wasn’t with you now.

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Tonight you had gone to hang out with your friends at one of your usual hang out spots. All you guys really did was get messed up and listen to music. Since getting back, you hadn’t told anyone about what had happened and even if you did, you knew that no one would believe you. I mean, you were drunk and or high most of the time, so anyone you told would just assume you were tripping hard on whatever you were on. Even though you were currently surrounded by people, you felt so alone. Their laughs, voices and the music was just static to you as your mind wandered back to Dwayne and the others. You wondered what they would be doing right now. As you had made a habit out of doing, you tried to imagine that you were back with them, hanging out in the cave, listening to music and laughing with them. You tried to imagine that you were sitting next to Dwayne, his arm around you and, for a brief moment, you could almost feel him. You felt so broken without him, more so than before you met him. You felt the tears start to come and not wanting anyone to see you cry and ask questions to which you wouldn’t be able to answer, you stood to leave. “Hey, where ya going, y/n? You’re gonna miss out on the party.” One of your friends questioned. You looked back briefly. “I’m all partied out. I’m gonna go for a walk.” You told him. He just shrugged and turned back to the others and with that, you walked off.

You walked around for a while, not exactly knowing where you were going until you got there. You soon found yourself standing in a place that you often went to when you wanted to be alone. It was a grassy area atop a cliff that overlooked a large wooded area below. It was quiet and secluded. You sat down on the grass, dangling your legs over the edge. You sat there for a while, just thinking about everything that had happened and eventually, your thoughts went back to Dwayne. You felt your tears finally spill onto your cheeks as you realized what you were going to do. You felt terrible about breaking the promise that you had made Dwayne, but you just couldn’t go on like this. You couldn’t go on without him, it hurt too much. Standing back up, you lined your feet up with the edge of the cliff. Your heart was racing but, at the same time, you felt a small sense of relief wash over you. “I’m so sorry, Dwayne but I can’t do this without you. I tried, I really did. Please forgive me.” You cried as you spoke into the air, knowing that he wouldn’t hear you but you needed to say it. “I love you. Forever.” Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and stepped off. You felt the rush of the wind for a few seconds before…

For the second time, you landed on the ground with a harsh thud. You could feel your body ache as you lay there. It took your brain a few moments to register that you hadn’t died. Confused, you slowly opened your eyes, to find that it was still night. That’s when you felt the sand against your skin, causing you to shoot up. You frantically looked around to find that you were in the same place that you had woken up the first time. You were back. Without a second thought, you got to your feet and sprinted straight for the boardwalk, hoping and praying that they were there already. You made it there a lot quicker this time, your adrenaline pumping and fueling you to run faster than you had ever ran before. You practically tripped up the steps of the boardwalk, causing some people to give you strange looks but you didn’t care about that. You tore through the boardwalk, trying to get to where the boys usually parked their bikes. Breaking through the crowd, you felt your heart skip a beat. They were here. You ran straight in their direction, the comotion you were causing, caused the boys to turn their heads to see what was going on and that’s when Dwayne saw you. Immediately, he raced towards you as you raced towards him, launching yourself into his arms when you got close enough, to which he caught you and pulled you into the tightest hug. You buried your head into his neck, inhaling his scent, as he did the same. You tried to say something, anything, but you couldn’t get your brain to cooperate. All you could do was sob into him as he held you. They others had also come over to where you and Dwayne were, equally as happy to see you.

Finally, you pulled your head out of his neck to look at him as he set you back down onto your feet but still keeping a very tight hold on you. “You’re back. I thought I’d never see you again. What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dwayne hurriedly asked you, looking you over to make sure you were all in one piece. “I’m okay now. I don’t know what happened. I-” You tried to choke back another sob. “I missed you so much.” You said and Dwayne pulled you back in for another hug. The others also shared their happiness of you being back and telling you that they missed you too. David then said that you should all go back to the cave so you could all talk somewhere more private. Getting on the back of Dwayne’s bike for the first time in what felt like forever and having your arms around him while you rested your head on his back, felt like pure heaven. You thought that you would never see any of them again. After getting back to the cave, you all talked about what had happened, Dwayne never once letting go of you and you never letting go of him either. You told them how you had woken up back in your room, how you had planned on going to Santa Carla to find them, only to find out that the town didn’t exist. You told them that it had been a year for you, while they informed you that it had only been four months for them. None of you knew how that worked but you were all just glad that you were back. They asked you how you got back and, not wanting to tell them all about what you had just done, you just told them that you didn’t know. Though, when you and Dwayne had gone back to your nest at the end of the night to be alone, you felt like you should tell him.

You and Dwayne were laying on your bed in each other's arms when you decided to tell him. “Dwayne?” You said, gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you. “I need to tell you something. I- I did something right before I got back here.” You quietly told him. You were worried about what his reaction would be, but you knew he deserved to know. Dwayne brought his hand up to your face and brushed the hair out of the way. “What happened, love? Tell me.” He softly encouraged. The way he was looking at you made you feel so guilty about what you were about to tell him. “I- I know I promised and I tried to keep that promise, I swear. But I was so lonely and broken without you. I couldn’ take it. I didn’t want to live in a world without you, so I-” The last words were difficult to get out. Dwayne knew what you were about to say and it broke his heart but he kept silent and let you finish. “I tried to kill myself.” The last part coming out as a whisper, shame and regret filling your voice. You let your tears fall as Dwayne pulled you into him. You buried your face into his chest as he rubbed your back, letting you get it all out. “It’s okay. You’re okay now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you like I promised.” You could hear his voice crack slightly as he spoke. You pulled away to look up at him. “I love you, Dwayne. So much. I just couldn’t do it without you.” You told him. “I love you too, y/n. Forever. I promise you that I will find a way to make sure you are never alone again. If it’s the last thing I do.” The both of you laid in each other’s arms for a while before you had a thought. You didn’t know if it would work, but it was worth a try. “I think I might have an idea.” You suddenly told him. Dwayne gave you a curious look and urged you to continue. “Well. What if you turned me?” You told him.

****

You looked over at Dwayne from your spot on the couch as he skated around the cave, sending you a wink as he passed you. It’s been twenty years since you had asked Dwayne to turn you. It seems like your idea had worked. The last twenty years have been the most amazing years of your life. You spent every night with your three best friends/brothers and the man that you loved more than anything. And still, not a single night goes by where Dwayne doesn’t find some way to make sure you know just how much he loves you. Forever is a long time, but not long enough for you. Though, you guess it will be good enough for now.

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

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adsosfraser · 3 years

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The Stone’s Toll - Chapter Eight

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“Tante Jenny! There is a rider near the gate!” Fergus shouted through the front doorway and sprinted away.

His dirk was poised in his grasp, ready to protect against any danger. The mule sauntered through the archway and snorted when its rider pulled against the reins to stop.

Claire slid off the horse and slammed into Fergus almost immediately. She gathered his body up against hers into a hug and rested her chin over the small curls that were growing even longer than before atop his head.

“M-milady?” He stared, dumbfounded at the sight.

“Oh my Fergus, I’ve missed you so much my darling boy.” She smoothed the hair at the back of his head. Her tears fell unbidden into the little brown waves and began to soak through his hair like a steady rainfall. Fergus didn’t mind, he was also soaking her dress with his own tears.

“You have been restored maman.” He stated, still shocked. It didn’t pass her notice what he called her.

“I love you mon fils. Let me look at you.” She pulled back slightly from the embrace to hold onto his cheeks with her hands. She brushed the hair that was on his forehead back and noticed the subtle changes of the boy. The bones of his face were slightly more defined and he had lost more of the roundness associated with adolescence. She even spotted two hairs on his upper lip that were darker and thicker than the soft downy hairs of the rest of his face. It would be years until it would fully develop into a beard, but she could tell what a handsome man Fergus would be. He just needed to do some more growing.

She slowly noticed the pallor of his face and the dark purple and red hues under his eyes. The way the flesh of his bone was practically nonexistent. He clearly wasn’t getting substantial meals these days. She placed the back of her hand against his forehead again and her heart skipped in fear at the blazing temperature of it.

“Dear God, Fergus, you're burning up.”

“Do not worry Milady. It’s only the winter sickness.”

There was a bulk inside the sleeve of his shirt and she pulled back the fabric to see Jenny’s attempt to bandage him. A long deep gash split through the skin of his inner arm. The skin around the wound was red and swollen, and she could see the tell tale signs of infection from the puss oozing from the centre.

“What on earth happened to you Fergus?”

“Tis simply a scratch, Milady, dinna fash.” He tried to mimic his Scottish family’s accent, and if Claire’s concern wasn’t in overdrive at the moment, she would have laughed at how cute the boy was. “Milord said I was a brave lad that day. And braw.” He beamed with confidence and pride.

“I’m sure you were.” She hugged him tight into her side. “Come inside, I need to examine your wound.”

“Fergus what stray ha’ ye brought in today? We dinna need more mouths to feed, especially wi’ young Jamie in his sickbed now too.” Jenny called around the corner of the kitchen, fixated on chopping the potatoes for supper.

“Auntie, Milady has returned to us.” He beamed, leading her inside on his arm. “I always told you she would.”

The knife Jenny was holding clattered onto the floor. She crossed herself as all the colour drained from her cheeks.

“Blessed Michael defend us.” Her hand clutched at her heart.

“Jenny- I.” What words could she possibly say now? “It’s so good seeing you again.” She stared down where Jenny was protectively holding her middle. “A fourth?”

“Thank Christ yer here. We dinna have time to waste.” And without a single inquiry over her return, Jenny dragged her up the stairs to the children’s room.

The children were all tucked tightly into their beds. Wee Kitty gurgled in her Bassinet. Her small breaths were interrupted by sharp whimpers of pain. Claire’s heart fell at the somber scene before her.

“Ian?”

“That useless, floppy-haired nonce can bide.”

“Fergus go fetch some water to boil, and lots of clean cloth. Do we have deer or chicken bone to boil?”

“Aye.”

“Great, can you make a broth out of it with whatever vegetables we have? Oh and um-” Her brain paused, racking her memory for the proper words. “Garlic or Rosemary too. They won’t be able to stomach any solid foods for a while, so they’ll need to sip on broth to keep their strength up.”

Jenny left for the door but paused near Claire. She squeezed her shoulder. “I dinna ken how yer here, or where ye’ve been these past months, but I am glad to have ye back. Just know I’m going to have some choice words wi’ ye once they all heal.”

“I’d imagine you would.” Claire smiled brightly and planted a kiss on her cheek. “I missed you too Jenny.”

Once she had situated the children in the sick room. She brought Fergus along with her to inspect the gash across his arm.

“You never did tell me.”

“It was a bayonet, from a redcoat. I was holding wee Kitty and they thought she was a sack of grain so they lunged for me. I protected her maman.” He grinned with pride at the memory.

“Oh God, Fergus.” She embraced him, careful of his arm. “Though that never should have happened, I’m proud of what you did. My brave boy.” She patted his hair affectionately. “How long ago were they here?”

“Less than a fortnight maman. A week after they were gone, les enfantés were struck with la petite vérole.”

“Those bastards!” They had not only brought fear, pain, and strife into her home- Jenny’s home, she corrected herself, they had brought their disease as well and the threat that carried.

She returned her attention to his arm and carefully cleansed it. Jenny had brought alcohol down for her and she told Fergus to be prepared for the sting. He assured her he wasn’t afraid. With the puss and dried blood removed, she carefully poked around the wound. Claire asked if any of it was painful but he immediately gritted out a non. It wasn’t healing on its own and she was concerned. She couldn’t stitch it up with the infection she assumed was waging a war inside it, so all she could do was wrap it in clean cloth every few hours with garlic paste. When Claire went up to the Laird’s room to check on Ian, her breath quickened and her hands became slick with sweat. Ian insisted he didn’t need any coddling and he didn’t want to see his wife up there until he was healthy. Jenny and her worked simultaneously together to heal young Jamie, Maggie, Kitty, their father, and Fergus. They were thankful for the snow to help bring down fever, but also cursed the season for bringing sickness in the first place. Ian sprang back instantly and returned to work on the farm the next morning. Maggie and Kitty were worried for the scars left by the smallpox lesions, but Claire assured them they wouldn’t be terrible. It had spared their faces, and only a small amount of red dots lined their arms. Jamie was proud to add more scars onto his list, and proud to say he fought the monster and won.

When her nephew and niece's fevers began to break, Fergus took a turn for the worse. She had prayed that the smallpox would pass over him, but it came back with a vengeance. The infection from the bayonet wound and the virus coupled together, left Claire severely worried.

She worked tirelessly with Jenny by her side. Never once did she leave Fergus’ room and her sister had begun to worry about her as she simply stared blankly off towards the wall clutching the sickly boy’s hand in hers. Jenny had found her in such a state many times, as if her mind wandered off but she didn’t want to bring it up. When no one was looking, Claire would open the small case of vials and a syringe from her leather travel bag. Fergus didn’t notice the slight pinch of the needle to his rear and grumbled no complaint to her in his delirious state. The Reverend couldn’t smuggle much medicine, most of what he pilfered was what had been discarded behind the hospital in a dumpster. But this small amount of penicillin he had managed, made Claire want to reach out through the veil of time and kiss him in thanks.

The infection was healing nicely, but there was still the smallpox coursing through his body. With his body pulled between fighting two foreign enemies, his energy was quickly fading into a weakened state.

“Claire, it’s time. We have the certificate ready. I’ve sent the priest down from the kirk to-”

“No! I will not give up on my son!” She yelled with such ferocity, that Jenny stumbled back a few steps. None of the anger seeped through to the limp hand of Fergus that she was holding, and she kissed it gently while her body shook with rage at the suggestion.

“If the lad doesna earn his last rites, dinna say it was my fault.” Jenny slipped away to care for her now rambunctious children, who had bounced back from their sickness immediately.

That night, she never slept, and took up her usual spot beside his bed. It would get worse, before it got better. Claire was elated at the signs that his fever would soon break.

“Would you like me to tell you a story?”

“Mmm.”

“Well, there once was a brave knight. He found a faerie at the bottom of the standing stones, and knew right away that she was his. He loved her, and protected her fiercely. They were blessed with three beautiful brave children. Two angels, and one son of their heart.” Somehow it was easier for her to pretend she was speaking about someone else. “There was a great evil that the knight had to vanquish. It was-“ She pursed her lips in thought. “It was threatening their angel babies, so the knight had to leave his faerie and guard their daughters in heaven. The faerie returned to protect her son.”

Fergus while laid fevered and asleep. Claire smoothed back the crusty hair from his forehead sticky with sweat. “Je t'aime mon fils. Être fort. Je sais que vous êtes.” Fergus stirred slightly.

“Je t’aime maman.” His smile and voice were weak.

She kissed his forehead and he slumped back into his slumber.

Jenny stood in the doorway smiling, on the verge of tears at the sight. It felt such a personal moment between mother and son, that she didn’t want to interrupt. But when Claire lapsed into silence, she took a tentative step into the room.

“The worst of it is over.” Jenny said, both as statement and question.

“Yes.”

“Good, now we can talk sister.”

“Yes, I believe we should.”

“Why- why’d ye leave my brother? I’ve kent ye well over these past few years, and I’d

never imagine that you’d just give him up so willingly. Ye’d die wi’ him if it came to it.”

“He made me promise that- well we knew how Culloden would end up, everyone could

feel how much of a defeat it would be. He forced me to-“ Her brain felt muddled, keeping track of all the half-truths in her mind. “board a boat to France for the safety of our child.” Tears sprung into her eyes at that admission and her hand extended from her stomach absentmindedly, as if she was holding her belly at six months, the furthest she had been in either of her pregnancies. “Red Jamie couldn’t escape the fate of Culloden but his wife the Stuart Witch could, no one would recognise me. But I- I came back for Fergus and you, Ian, your children. I know that’s what he would’ve wanted. I just wish I knew, if he really-”

“Ye eejit he isna dead! That dunderheid is holed up in a cave somewhere on these lands,

grieving ye terribly.”

“He’s- he’s alive?” A lump formed in her throat. “I didn’t want to hope that-“

“Why on earth would ye think he’s dead! If ye had written letters to us. To let us ken ye

were safe, we’d tell your daft arse to come back home! But of course, ye couldna spare us that much mind.”

“I’m sorry Jenny, I wasn’t in a safe place to send you letters. A man wanted to marry

me.” Yes, years ago. “After I lost- he put me in an asylum when I refused his advances. I had to escape him after I lost-“ Jenny’s expression softened and she nodded, not in understanding, but in acceptance of what she had done. It didn’t do well to dwell on the past for too long.

“Well ye seem dead on yer feet, I’ll go take out all this anger on Ian.” Claire chuckled

and then kissed Jenny’s cheek. “Wi’ him out and healthy again, the Laird’s room will be free enough but I dinna want ye to be lying in that sickbed so soon.”

“It’s yours now.”

“Ye ken Jamie and ye will always be Laird and Lady to the tenants. And no, Ian and I

occupy the same room we have fer years. I just stuck him in the Laird’s room because I was irritated at him groaning and shivering in our bed.”

Claire laughed, but felt bad for poor Ian who had unknowingly become the subject of

Jenny’s ire these past few days.

She was in the courtyard, while Jamie made his way back to Lallybroch. A deer slung over his shoulders and buckets of water weighed down his arms. He took in the sight of his wife and nearly fainted. The buckets he had carried dropped to the ground with a snap and rolled across the yard. The stiff deer slumped to the ground over the mud.

It was the first word he had croaked in months, “Sassenach.” The sound didn’t reach her ears but she could read off his lips the endearment she knew all too well.

Even with Jenny’s confirmation, she couldn’t believe the apparition before her. But could she have imagined him this way? Haggard and weary from months living in a cave. A bonnet slanted across his red hair to hide the bold colour. His beard had grown considerably from the scruff she was so familiar with. But the thing she couldn’t possibly imagine in her head was the haunted look on his face. The dark circles under his eyes and the gaunt nature of his face echoed his grief.

“No I’m. This isn’t- the after effects of the electroshock therapy” she mumbled.

She felt woozy, and her head was full of fluffy clouds. She regained her balance swiftly but stared unwavering at Jamie. His heart chilled, as if she was staring straight through his soul, but couldn’t see it.

“Claire I dinna ken what ye’re saying lass.”

She gasped at his hand on her forearm. “You’re real.”

“And so are ye. Christ when Jenny told me to get my hide back here, I dinna ken it was really true.” She fell into him and he wrapped his strong arms across her back.

“Oh, God. Jamie. Oh God.” Claire’s breath rattled onto his cheek. “Just hold me.”

She trembled in his arms, months of exhaustion, fear, pain, and heartache expressing themselves.

“I’m sorry Jamie. I’m so sorry. I - the stones.”

“What’re you apologising for lass?” He choked out. “Claire -the bairn?” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

She felt the need to run and hide as she did in the arbor of Fontainebleau. She didn’t want to face what was before her, what was behind. How could she let Jamie forgive her when she couldn’t herself? As if she were putting a sheet of metal between her and her heart, she suddenly felt nothing.

“She’s dead.” She said simply, staring at a chipped stone on the ground.

This time Jamie did collapse, and took Claire tumbling down to his lap. They held tight to one another, and Claire was the one to comfort him now. His tears soaked the wool of her bodice as he rocked them back and forth on the steps. When his eyes couldn’t produce anymore tears, he slowly peeked out of his shell. Jamie rose slowly from his spot on the steps when the sun crawled below the horizon and carried her with him to the Laird’s room.

Claire stripped him down to his sark and was prepared to ask for water, when she saw someone had already completed the task. She resumed her task and shed his final layer, exposing his naked body. It was filthy and covered in scratches, but beautiful to her all the same. When she began to direct him into the washing tub, he objected and began to take off her clothes with a practiced hand. As he reached for the final string of her shift, she moved his hand away.

“No, tonight I bathe you.”

She pushed him down into the small tub and his knees poked out of the water. The ewer sat on the wooden table near the tub, and she plucked it up with her fingers. She grabbed a sponge as well, and began her ministrations, leaning over the lip of the tub to reach him. She grabbed some scissors as well, trimming the beard that had grown over the months in the woods.

“Can ye ever forgive me?” A dejected Jamie asked.

“For what?” She knew, but she wanted to hear the words coming from him.

“For sending you through those stones, for breaking our family.”

“I already have.”

“What did she- Was she like her sister?”

“I don’t know.” Claire worried at her lip. “I- um. I lost her when I went through the stones. I only know she was a girl, because I felt her presence when I came back. She said she loves us.” She began to scrub harder against Jamie’s arm with the sponge to distract herself.

The pang in his chest nearly brought his head below surface of the water. All the air in his lungs fled and he was left with nothing. He stopped Claire’s arm and brought her hand to his, squeezing it tight.

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“Fer what lass?”

“Not being strong enough. Not protecting her in the one way I could. Not returning to you soon enough.”

“I’ve already forgiven ye for anything ye could ever possibly do. And yer not to blame for any of those.”

“Then you’re not either. If there is, it’s God for being a cruel bastard. You say you can forgive me for anything, but I’m not sure I can give you what we want anymore.”

“What I want is you by my side. Come in the water Sassenach, let me hold my wife. Let me carry this burden wi’ ye.”

With the dim light of the fire and candles dotting the room, she was confident he wouldn’t be able to see her body fully. She slugged out of her shift, weighed down by weeks of exhaustion and crawled in between his legs. Water splashed out of the top of the tub, but they paid it no mind. Jamie repeated the ministrations Claire had provided for him, but even more gently on her smooth skin. When she began to doze off tucked safely between his thighs in the water, they were both wrinkly like prunes. Jamie carried her body wrapped tight around his, and placed her on the fresh sheets.

He held her naked on their bed. The smooth skin of her back was pressed against the soft tufts of hair on his chest. They needed to talk, but for now, neither wanted to leave the warm bubble of each other’s arms. Jamie was still processing what it all meant, and so was Claire, even after months of enduring it herself. No words could repair the loss they both felt, and the heartache of time spent apart. It would just feel like a hollow repetition of events after their first born. But tonight they would just simply be. Claire looked down at her sleeping husband. For the first time in months, she felt safe. She lightly traced the skin of his face, from temple to cheek, and saw the familiar smile ghost his peaceful rest. She spread a grin in response, the first one that reached her eyes in months.

#outlander fanfiction #adsofraser writing #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #craigh na dun #claire fraser #frank randall #canon divergence #claire beauchamp #fergus fraser #jenny murray #lallybroch #outlander fanfic

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Scott came home exhausted.

Sure, ultimately, he had had John on board and the mission had been a success, but still flying Thunderbird Three was very different from flying Thunderbird One.

Once the great red ‘bird was silent in her gantry and he had finished post-flight checks, he activated the pilot retrieval process and the mechanics pulled him backwards and disembarkation took over.

The system dumped him in the locker room and he dragged himself into a shower and into his clothes.

He would have then dragged himself into bed, but his body was demanding sustenance and honestly, he really needed to check on Virgil and Gordon who were still on the other side of the planet digging up a mudslide.

So one am found him stumbling into the comms room. It was dark, the only light was moonlight, but it was enough to sketch out the room, ghost the portraits and give him enough guidance to make his way to his father’s desk. He could have activated the lights, but the dark was restful and calming after the screaming of emergency lighting and terrified people.

“Scott?”

The voice out of nowhere scared his adrenal glands into sudden production and he let out a decidedly high-pitched yelp.

A lump moved on the circular lounge and he stumbled backwards.

It really was a sign of exactly how exhausted he was.

“You okay?” The voice was small and tentative and…decidedly snotty.

“Alan? What the hell are you doing up?! You should be asleep.”

“Wanted to wait for you.”

His heart began to slow, its frantic beating still loud in his ears. “Does Grandma know you’re up?”

“Nooo.”

Scott sighed. This is why he had grey hair. Little brothers. He ran a hand across his face. “Why are you still awake? You need your sleep to recover. The doctor was very adamant about that.”

“I am resting. Just on the couch.” A sniffle. “I was worried about you.”

Another sigh, but this time Scott skipped down the steps into the circular lounge and sat down beside his littlest brother. “I was fine, Allie. I’m fully trained on Thunderbird Three, you know that. Maybe not as proficient as you, but I’m capable. Besides, I had John watching my back. You know how pedantic he is for safety up there.”

The shadow that was his brother shifted along the lounge and curled up against his arm. “I know.” Another sniffle. “It’s just hard, you know. Don’t like being left behind. Sick of being sick.”

Scott let his shoulders drop and lifted his arm, drawing his little brother close. “You’re getting better. It won’t be much longer.”

He received a grunt for that.

Alan had developed a nasty flu during an evacuation in Bangladesh. Fortunately, he had been with Virgil on Two at the time and not alone in space. Fortunately or not, the worried yell from his engineer brother when he found Alan passed out in Two’s main corridor spoke of the reason why Scott suspected Virgil dyed his hair.

There had been a mad dash to hospital after that. Two scorched the lawn in the reserve opposite the Auckland Hospital…again. One of these days, they would give iR a reserved space to land. It would save Scott from having to pay for extra greenskeepers every damn time there was an emergency.

Of course, it wasn’t your usual everyday flu. No, Alan was a Tracy, therefore it was a life threatening rare, tear your hair out as it goes grey kind of virus and it had been very scary for a few days there.

Virgil had been beside himself and Scott worried out of his mind. All the brothers had gathered terrified that they were about to lose their youngest.

There had been tears.

But Alan was tough. Life had always been hard to their littlest. He had lost so much, missed out on so much, and apparently that virus wasn’t up to the fight Alan was willing to throw at it, so it died.

And Alan slowly, ever so slowly, started getting better.

Those days were long past now and Alan only had the dregs. He had been cleared by disease control and allowed home. None of the older brothers had tested positive and it seemed they had escaped another bullet aimed at the Tracy family.

But it had been terrifying.

So Alan was under general moddle-coddling and if Grandma found him out here in the middle of the night there would be all hell to pay.

Scott understood his little brother’s reasoning though.

It was his ‘bird and he wasn’t flying.

“She performed perfectly.”

“Didn’t expect she wouldn’t.” His brother snuggled into his side, the sixteen-year-old reduced to six-year-old behaviour by his illness. “Was lonely.”

“Oh.” Scott tightened his hold.

With Virgil and Gordon out on a mission, the house would be quiet.

“Are they okay?”

“They were when I dropped off John. He would let us know if there were any problems.” Didn’t stop Scott from wanting to double check anyway. Hence his presence in the lounge.

“Can we watch?”

Scott blinked. “I guess so.”

Fumbling in the dark, he found the ‘projector remote and hit the on button. “John?”

His space brother’s tired hologram flickered into the middle of the lounge. “Scott? What are you still doing up? Is there a problem?” A frown as John noticed the other occupant of the sofa. “Alan? You should be in bed. Grandma will blow a circuit if she finds you up.”

“Alan was waiting for me.” It was the Commander’s voice. God, he was tired. A sigh. “Sorry, John, could you relay Virgil and Gordon’s monitoring feed down here? Alan wants to check on them.”

John stared at them a moment. “Okay. FAB.”

His holographic form flickered out to be replaced by a view from Two’s external camera. Virgil walked past covered in mud yelling at someone.

The someone turned out to be an equally mud-covered Gordon. Hell, the strawberry blond was a brunet. Both brothers looked as exhausted as Scott felt as they had a rather energetic discussion. Fortunately, it appeared that the rescue was over and Virgil was loading up the pod into its module. Unfortunately, tired meant grumpy and impatient.

“They look exhausted.”

“It was a nasty rescue. Far too many people died.”

“But they made a difference, didn’t they?” It was a child-like question that they both knew the answer to, but Alan had asked it anyway.

“Yes, they made a difference. Two hundred and three people hauled alive out of the mud today because of International Rescue.”

“We do good.”

“Yeah, we do.”

Gordon threw a glob of mud at Virgil’s head and the resultant yelling match was extensive. Scott sighed. “They need to come home.” He fiddled with the controls and set it to transmit his voice. “Thunderbird Two from Tracy Island. What the hell do you two think you are doing?”

On the ‘projector both brothers jumped as if a voice had come from above. Which it had since both Two’s camera and external speaker were a considerable distance over their heads.

“Mission complete, Tracy Island. Working through clean up. Estimated departure, ten minutes.” At least Virgil managed to regain most of his composure.

“Good. Now stop mucking around and drag your tired butts home.”

“Uh, FAB, Tracy Island.” Virgil stared at Gordon as if Scott had lost a few marbles. But the two of them executed the last of the pack up in an orderly fashion and exactly ten minutes later, their view launched with a flare of VTOL. The ground disappeared beneath and as Virgil hit the rear thrusters, it all became a blur.

Scott hit the kill switch and the room fell into darkness once again.

“They’ll be home soon.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Alan’s head was heavy on his shoulder, but warm and reassuring. Scott brought his other arm around and turned slightly so his brother could curl in a little closer, his head now more under Scott’s chin. Alan muttered something and snuggled up.

Scott rested his cheek against soft hair as Alan’s breathing drifted into the even pace of sleep, the remains of the infection that had brought them so close to losing him, now little more than a rough edge to each breath.

Closing his eyes, Scott revelled in having this moment, of not being denied it, of having another chance.

A moment where exhaustion and relief met and he drifted away.

-o-o-o-

Virgil entered the comms room to find it dark except for the moonlight shining through the rafters. It was just enough light to outline two brothers curled up on the couch together, both deeply asleep.

Deep enough that Virgil was surprised to find his inadvertent entrance hadn’t disturbed the ever fragile slumber of his eldest brother. So, feeling daring, he grabbed a throw rug and wrapped it gently about the two of them.

Neither stirred at all.

Miracles were possible.

Virgil smiled before tiptoeing out and leaving them there in the moonlight.

Together.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #Scott Tracy #alan tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #this reblog is brought to you due to the fact that I still haven't finished my santa fic #this is not going to stop me from possibly writing a completely random scene that I have had in my head since driving home tonight #muse is rebelling and kicking and screaming #also apparently I just want to write about Scott #this is odd #I also need sleep #this is usual #and annoying

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carnal-lnstinct · 4 years

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Conton City Lockdown

Summary: Time patrollers have returned from missions carrying an unknown disease and infecting others denizens of Conton City with it, forcing Trunks and Supreme Kai of Time to shut down most operations and training around the City and drastically limit missions for a while until they can get everything under control. Everyone is instructed to stay inside their assigned domiciles until further notice. "Who knows what that could do to the timeline if Patrollers pass it on during a mission?!" Supreme Kai of Time urges Conton. The Conton City Hero has also been quarantined with her current Master, Goku much to both their dismay as there was still so much training left. What other shenanigans can the two saiyans get themselves into while being all cooped up.

Word Count: 6,013 (Chapter 3) AO3 Rating: Explicit / Mature Warning: nsfw ( smut, explicit language ) A/N: I actually booted up Xenoverse 2 again to get a bit more idea what to do with this chapter. I tell myself I don't want long chapters since this is a short one-shot, but I couldn't bring myself to pass on the details here. Hope its worth it!

Chapter 3

Days were really starting to feel blended together now. With Conton city running on 24 hour daylight, the week's time that passed felt like one extremely long day. By the grace of the technological advancements here were you able to track the time and days. That and the daily scheduled check in from the robotic clerks of Conton. The second most physical presence you were able to get now.

You finally awoke on the sofa feeling lighter than you remember when falling asleep. The heavier figure of the wild haired man was nowhere to be found around you. You opened your eyes to find you were alone in the living room, no immediate sounds being made until the faint hints of water sloshing around behind a door hit your ears. Relieved to still sense the passive ki of your fighting master, it wasn't completely gratifying to wake up without him. Again. For two people sleeping together, you and Goku never actually slept together. All the times he fell asleep before you, you left him to his peace and went to your bedroom alone along with him never failing to make an effort of relocating you to your room when you would fall asleep around him or are left barely lucid from your rumps. It all comes to you foggy, but you know he does it with such care and tenderness, the way he places you in your bed and tucking the blanket around you before departing to his designated sleeping space. This time though, you insisted he not to do that. Even going so far as commandeering the couch he slept on. You wanted to stay with him for the whole night at least once. Having stretched yourself out along the sofa messily decorated with a spare blanket and pillow, you patted your chest invitingly with your persistent charm knowing he could not deny it. You left him no choice but to crawl onto you and rest his head against your breasts. You still remember the length of his arms stretching around you to snuggle to his comfort, his torso between your legs and how comically his feet hung off the edge of the chair. And the weight of all his muscles on you. He seemed to become heavier the longer you stayed that way until you drifted off like a weighted blanket you never knew you needed. A brief moment where you slightly stirred from your sleep was content to still feel him wrapped around you and shifted against the weight of him for more, needing more of him around you and drifted off once again with a hand lost in his hair and another hanging around his shoulders.

It would appear he couldn't wait to get this "new day" started, the saiyan male already washing up and would be expecting breakfast to follow soon after. Come to think of it, you haven't taken a decent bath yourself since the day before yesterday and you slowly remember why.

Yesterday with little convincing, you talked Goku into following you outside to the rooftop area of your building for just a small, quick spar to keep the muscles loose. No transforming, no ki blasts, no charging your energy. Just a small practice of physical skill and technique, something that barely counted as a work out between trained saiyans such as yourselves. But something was better than nothing. It was almost eerie how quiet the large city was with only the sound of the robotic clerks working away at various tasks,but the way the sun hit you skin roused you up for the risk. Sadly it didn't take long for the small training session to draw one of their attention. The robotic voice calmly urging the both of you to go back inside per its protocol, however was immediately cut off by the sharp pierce of the familiar, old yell from your former mentor.

"Have you lost your marbles!?" The Elder Kai's vocals startling you and rattling the machine itself, shouting from the robot's speakers. "We are in a state of emergency! How dare you of all people not heed the warnings of your elders! How reckless!! Shameful!! Get your tuckus back inside or I will suspend you from any Quests! Permanently!"

Usually the old man's berating didn't phase you by much, but the thought of never going on a time patrol again wracked your core as a chilling fact of his power. Well, not his power but what the Supreme Kai of Time would do if or when she found out. You wasted no time teleporting out of there the moment you recover from your shock, leaving the confused Goku behind who immediately followed after your ki once he detected you back inside. The poor robotic clerk left to heal from the voice rattling it.

Suffice to say, getting caught really shook you up more than you could have expected. More than fighting the powered up Mira or even an angry Beerus. And though you hoped it wouldn't, it did get to the Supreme Kai of Time whose lecturing stung worse. She sounded more understanding and approached the situation more openly than the old man but the guilt certainly sat in your chest all the same. Back inside your living quarters, the conversation between you and the two Kais over your communicator ends with you being reminded of the current danger and the lack of grasp on their ends to plan a counterattack accordingly. Isolation wasn't the best option, but it was all they had so far that kept the strange disease from passing around, even sharing worry of it being anything like the virus that had attacked Goku across the timelines. Supreme Kai of Time made a passing thought that they would be in need of you very soon as well, rousing hope in you again. The Kais didn't waste time questioning Goku's presence either as he watched over your shoulder through the whole thing. You immediately answered vaguely, leaving it as him simply stopping by to train, a true fact a week ago, but since he was already here you could stand the company and he was eager to help where needed as well. That had set the tone for the rest of the day, prompting your dispirited heart to submit to whatever comfort the larger saiyan gave you by simply being there. Even just a cuddle to sleep.

With all of that flooding back into your mind, you sighed and figured it was time you prepared for the day as well, holding out hope you would be summoned to the Time Nest and anxious that maybe you would be left waiting longer as punishment. Heading into your bedroom to choose some comfy clothes to change into after your bath, an old duffel bag catches your eye as you went through your closet. It's familiar, of course, but its contents are a mystery. You hadn't used this bag since you first entered the Time Patrol Academy. Inside, you find an old scouter, your first scouter, and the old, blue bodysuit you used to wear under your armor. Made of the familiar saiyan-grade material. A nostalgic glance between the two items rushes you with a feeling of worry all over again from the Kais words replaying in your head. But Supreme Kai of Time did say soon.. You can only continue to try to remain optimistic.

Until then...an idea pops into your head, that scoundrel grin rising into your features.

Goku is settled into the tub that fit his entire body better than the small couch he was had been resting on for the week, the hot water and space around him gives such a relief to his body. He gave a light stretch before submerging himself further, knees rising out of the water but a knock at the door catches his attention.

"Oh Kakarot." He hears your voice a few moments later and turns his head toward the unlocked door. "Are you hiding from me in there?" Your tone is playful and calm, but he doesn't think twice about it.

"Not at all, did ya need something?" He answers, unaware of what was awaiting him beyond the door. You press the button sliding the door open, the bathroom light revealing your form to the half submerged saiyan. Your tail is slowly swaying behind you as you stand there with a hand on your cocked hips and the other braced on the doorway to give you an imposing and suggestive stance. Wrapped around your upper body is the blue suit alone, clinging tightly to your curves and purposely left raised around your thighs to expose them more where they connected to your ass. You purposely left yourself bare underneath the whole thing. Your feet and hands were fitted into the old white boots and matching large white gloves. And of course, the scouter is affixed to your ear to complete the look.

"Hey, Earth man." You greet him in your most sultry tone while attempting to come off as a threat, loosely wrapping your tail around your hips. "I'm here to conquer you..and then take your magical balls all for myself. What are you going to do about it, huh?" Goku's eyes lift, mesmerized by the appearance of you but not for the reason you had hoped for. "Oh, wow you have one of those power reading thingies. You look like Vegeta when he first came to Earth." He pointed at you, naivety on full display.

'That was hardly a compliment', you thought, the permanent scowl on the Prince's face flashing through your mind.

You try to play that off and raise your head to increase your look of intimidation and to keep the focus on your goal, giving him a sly smirk as you pressed the scouter button to activate it. The equipment pings and starts to reads his passive energy. "That's right, Kakarot. I'm a saiyan, after all. And according to my scouter...You're gonna be a howling mess after I pound you into the ground. Begging me to finish you off. What d'ya have to say to that?" You tease, giving him an expected look to pick up on.

Goku sits up in the water and leans against the edge of the tub as he tilts his head at you, blinking. "I think your scouter is broken, you know it's going to take a lot more training before you're able to beat me." You visibly cringe at his answer.

"--I KNOW!" You shot back, nerve scratched. Immediately you curse under your breath having openly admitted that. "I'm trying to flirt with you, ya dolt! I've been trying for 2 days now!" You huff and throw your hands up in defeat. "Forget it! Just hurry up so I can take a bath!" You storm out of the doorway snatching the scouter from your ear. As the door closes behind you, the sound of Goku calling after you to wait grows quiet as you go back into your bedroom. Throwing the scouter onto the bed you start muttering to yourself as you return to your previous task of looking for something to settle around the house again. You start to hear the bathroom door open and the heavy steps coming up fast, the dripping wet Saiyan making his way into the room with his right hand holding the towel closed around his waist.

"H-hey! I'm sorry! I-I didn't realize-!" He stutters nervously over his words as you shoot him a glare, silencing him.

"Save it! We've been at this for a week already and you still don't get it. I could wear a sign that read 'Hey Kakarot! Shove your dick inside me until I pass out again' and you would still be dense to what it means!"

"P-Please just hear me out. You know as well as I do this is all still new to me. I don't mean to make you mad but c-can you really be that surprised about i-"

"I CAN, YOU JACKASS!" You yell, stomping your way over to him as he stumbles back against the wall and you shake a gloved fist at him. "How many more times we have to do it before it gets through your thick head?! You'd pick up on me going to the kitchen for any reason at all if it got you food better than me spreading my legs in your face! GET WITH IT, KAKAROT!" You growl, your energy peaking visibly as the clear aura wrapped around you, blowing your wild saiyan hair into a frenzy. You're not as frustrated at this vicious cycle you keep going through with him and flirting, trying to play subtle and coy in getting his attention. No, it was more of everything else going on around you two.

"Easy! I will, I promise!" The larger saiyan pleaded mercy for your calm to return, a single hand up in defense of you as he felt all the more vulnerable dripping wet and barely holding the towel around his hips. Regaining your wits at his demeanor, you realized what you were doing and backed down. Your ki settles back down to your base level.

"No..." You sigh heavily, giving his wet chest a ginger pat over to better show you're harmlessness. "You're doing fine. Just..." You didn't want to come off as a bully, especially to one of the strongest warrior you know while he's naked. You begin to feel you may be shoving him out of his comfort zone despite how well received your advances do tend to go with him. Whatever this is between you two, something you still need to address. "Never mind. I'm just.. frustrated with everything else going on and I'm unfairly taking it out on you." You admit, placing your hands on your hips and turning away as you pouted with lightly dusted cheeks. "I-I'm big enough to admit that.. Just thought.. Maybe I needed a distraction from it all for a bit, but that's not your problem. I-I'm...S-sorry..."

Goku recovers, reading your change in energy beyond you lowering your power level. Better than he has picked up on most things around you lately, but to be fair he has been improving on noticing some things beyond that of a direct kiss to the lips or an obvious frown he couldn't fix with his ever encouraging words. He too remembers the old man's lecture of you basically almost being out of the job for what you two did outside and the following disapproval of the Supreme Kai of Time pretty much offering the same consequence should you go off without order again. All of that for just a little training? He gets why, but for all you've done they could have been less harsh. It's not easy for saiyans to sit still for too long. It clicks that he should know--does know-- you a little better now in this small time together than he has in all of the time you spent training from the day he first took you on as his pupil. Your job as a time patroller has been your life for a long time now, to not do it or anything that has to do with it was like taking away your reason for fighting. For training, to become stronger. All of his efforts to one day make a powerful and tough opponent out of you to challenge for real would be for nothing. Even now you back down from him and apologize in your own way for yelling at him. That was a first. Admittedly, he admires that unyielding fire in you. Goku finally understands that you don't feel good, but you're trying to. He should have realized by the sudden appearance of you in the saiyan costume that you were up to something to lift your spirit and tag him along for the fun. What kind of Training Master had he been to not realize his pupil was so deeply troubled? He...He's going to fix it.

"You're right." The larger saiyan nods, you glance over your shoulder to look at him. "I must be foolish to not see it sooner... Right, then." He laugh softly, quickly he adjusts the towel around his waist with a small knot and places his hands on the sides of his face giving an overly dramatic look of terror. "Oooh nooo! It is a saiyan from another planet coming to destroy me!"

Your brow quirks at this sudden display and you turn around to find him dropping down on his knees with his head lowered, bowing down to you in this animated fashion to accent his downright hammy performance. "Please don't destroy my planet, oh evil one! Take me instead!"

Unbelievable. You snort and break into a laugh. "Kakarot, no. You don't have to do this. It's okay."

"Oh yeah?" He lifts his head up with a wink and leaps up, putting space between you both and takes on his fighting stance. "Because I am not Kakarot! I am Goku, the saiyan from earth and defender of its people! I will defeat you, evil saiyan!" He smirks, immediately transforming into his super saiyan form. The aura washing over the room and leaves the pale gold color of hair and azure eyes "glaring" back at you.

You blink at him, body stirred by the sudden appearance of his super saiyan form. Lifting your hands from your hips you slowly take a fighting stance of your own. "Goku, 'defender of earth' huh?" You repeat grinning as well, the similar shade of blue replacing the black hue of your eyes as the golden glow burst out around your body. "Not when I'm done with you. I'm going to put you on your back, Earth boy."

"Not if I put you on yours first."

You didn't expect that, but you would be lying if you said it didn't immediately excite you. The space around you is small but you waste no time jumping forward with a ready fist to punch at him. He blocks you with his forearm and as you come at him again with your off hand, punch denied again by a raised knee.

You're both holding back, but the loose items around you are rattling on their surfaces from the force of your moves alone. You continue going at him, picking up the pace with your half-hearted punches. Goku remaining ever elusive to your increasing speed, movements blurring to the naked eye. Your hands collide together, feet braced on the floor as you pushed against each other in this playful display of strength. Fingers laced, the electric blue of your eyes boring into one another as sparks of rogue energy began to race in between your hold and around each of your knuckles. It was amazing how you were both barely giving any effort worth bragging about but still managed to produced such energy, this vortex of power appearing around you and the vibrations shaking the entire place. You can start to feel energy tingling, grow erratic between your palms, this making you both quickly draw back before it escalated into something more wild and destructive to your room.

You could only look at each other through the gap of empty space between you now as the feeling of that energy still tingles against your skin but starting to fade. A silent exchange between your stares and your smile fades, Goku withdrawing from his fighting pose to stand at his tallest. Together, you let go of you super saiyan forms to return to base level, your breath trembles on exhale at the release of power. Goku treads across the floor to you and you come to meet him without hesitation, colliding together once more but in a furious exchange of kisses and hands pulling anywhere they can grab. You left no space between you with hands settling around his torso to hold him closer and his cradling your head in his large hands, leaving little chance for you to catch your breath. His skin already felt dry against your grip, most likely from the rising heat of his body upon transforming and you can smell the fragrant soap emanating from it's surface. The rough hands you would normally find around the small of your back by now clung to the back of your exposed thighs as you were lifted up in a single, effortless motion, propping your legs around his waist. This demeanor of his is different. Where you normally the lead, you find yourself following his actions, your legs looping at the ankles around him without thought.

Suddenly the wall is slam against your back, your hands pulled from his waist and held back by each side of your head. You gasp in a deep breath, chest continuing to heave for air as your surprised eyes looked up into the larger male's darker, commanding gaze. You feel your heart going wild in your chest, feeling smaller than you were under his eyes. "Promise to stop terrorizing my planet ...and I won't let you suffer." Goku brusque "warning" leaves your jaw hanging, only a resigned whimper betraying you when he pressed closer to you. "Got it?"

You collect your thoughts and swallow, raising your head to give the impression of looking down your nose at him. "Make me." you dared, managing to smirk again. "I can take anything you throw at me, earthling." You try to sound tough, but you hoped he would do just that. Anything. Once more your body betrays you as your thighs twitch around his hips in excitement for what's to come now.

He smirks back at you, "I figured you'd say that." You feel your back leave the wall but your hands still bound by his larger pair, more and more your lower body grows enticed to this authoritative motion. In no means were you so much weaker you couldn't shake yourself free of him, more so you were eager to see where he intends to go with this. You almost didn't want to fight back. Even his energy feels different to you. It is nothing like the passive ki you sensed when he was in the bath tub. Your eyes never leave his and you feel your collective weight fall into the mattress of your bed. Goku releases your hands finally and trace over the skin tight material down to your sides where he proceeds to mercilessly tickle at you beneath him. He has you trapped, your legs still around him and his body so close to you limiting any means to escape it.

You let out a holler of laughs, twisting violently beneath him and pulling whatever your hands could grab that would help you pull yourself free. "Ka- Kakarot I'll k-kill you...f-for this!" You managed to shriek out between your fits of uncontrolled laughter.

"You should have accepted surrender!" Goku teases, giving you a shit-eating grin. Your legs fall from his hips as you dig your booted heels against the bed to try to push away to no avail. He continues his assault, hands too strong and too quick to beat away. The most you could manage to do was twist around to your stomach and attempt to crawl while batting your tail at him.

"C'mon, say 'uncle'!"

"You a-ass! Th-This isn't f-fair!" You body continued to convulse at the tickling and your words just seemed to grow more broken up in your cackles.

"Say it!"

"S-STOP!"

"I'll only stop if you say it!"

"F-Fine! UNCLE! U-UNCLE!"

The saiyan male liberates you from his attack, leaving you to lie there a panting, grinning shame. How could you not expect this from him? This big goof. "I'm sorry, it was too good a chance I couldn't pass it up!" He giggles at you from a benevolent place before that switch appeared to go off in his head again and that good-natured innocent saiyan you knew disappeared into a sinful gaze. "Now let's get serious." As if you weren't feeling limp enough, a pressure bears down around your tail, eyes shooting wide at the sharpness that overcame your entire body. Goku lets up on his grip at the base of your tail just enough to divert any pain, leaving only the lack of control of your limbs. He is all too familiar with what a tight grip could do and he doesn't want you to hurt, just doesn't want you trying to wiggle away again. "Guess you're not as big a conqueror as you thought. You haven't even trained your tail." He coos, patronizing you for your weakness. "Guess you're nothin' but a big bully."

"A-Are you out of your mind?! Let go!" You gripe at him, though left silenced with a small whimper when he gives a light tug and raises your hips to settle your lower body on your knees. With what strength left in your body holding you there, he lets up his grip again. Goku runs a finger of his free hand along the stretched fabric clinging to you where it contours to your warmth, clit twitching on contact. His stroking circles between your entrance and your sensitive button making you bite your lip at the long awaited contact but jerk your head back to look at him trying to focus on the fact he has your tail in his grasp. "H-hey! Do you hear me?!" You see his eyes lift to yours and his lips curve into an almost devilish countenance, turning his gaze to his finger's handiwork and the saturated line of moisture growing in its pattern.

"You said you could take anything I throw at you, right?" He asks continuing to toy with you, switching from his finger to his thumb as he narrowed his motion to your clothed clit. Your entire lower body jerks back against it, wanting to follow the motion but trying to hold control until he withdraws his limb when he realizes your resolve. "What was that you were saying earlier? You were going to put me on my back?" His husky voice goads you on. Knowing full well there wasn't much left you could do with your tail in his trained hand and your drenched button twitching from stimulation, you almost consider taking your words back in this game. You watch him shift behind you, carefully positioned on his own knees between your legs and hear his towel fall loose and land beside your head, earning your eyes. In place of his fingers now, you feel the head of his erect cock press against your clit, exciting it all the more through the fabric. You mewl at the contact, dropping your head into the mess of sheets of pillows and pushing your hips back against him for more. You can feel you insides practically opening up for him, ready to take him in if not for your damned suit! Goku laughs a little, "You just say when you're ready to give up and I'll end your suffering." How can he still sound so in control teasing you like this?! He must have been sizing you up for this the moment he triggered his super saiyan form, conniving every step and reading your responses for the proper approach. Let it never be said Goku's wiles were not up to par with getting what he wanted, especially when he was confident he was going to come out on top.

God Damn it, Kakarot.

The not so subtle rubs of him against your entrance but denied by your clothes taunted you further. He knows exactly what he's doing when he's into it, a lesson you would not have thought you would come to regret if he was going to tease you like this. You try to tell your body you can endure more of this, but your insides are begging to be filled with him.

"Well?"

"....I'll...yield..." You relinquish your pride to your greedy, depraved core. You don't think you have ever been more turned on by him then you were right now. You regain control of your muscles once you feel all the pressure lift from your tail and it dangles at your side. A sigh of relief, you attempt to speak and lift yourself. "Kakarot, yo-", A keen shriek shoots from your throat when you feel the fabric pulled aside, exposing your moist privates, and how easily the head of his cock found its way inside, opening you up for the rest of him. Your entire core rattles with delight at the penetration. You should have known it was too good to be true. He was caving alongside you the whole time, waiting for your blessing to take you. Goku lets out a decadent groan as his length twitches feverish from the snug caress of your insides welcoming him, drawing himself in and out as he lets his control slip away.

"Took you long enough." He chokes back, stretching the fabric further away from your hole, his other hand guiding your hips back to suit his cock.

"J-Just shut up!" You still attempted to sound tough, though your voice was muffled by the sheet you had bitten down on as the pleasure ignited inside you. It already felt like you were edging towards your orgasm, you had to attempt to calm your overexcited nerves enough to enjoy the full ride. How easily your body accepted his length this time left you almost breathless. Already you can feel his hips bouncing off your ass, driving your lower body back with just one of his hands to meet his thrusts. There was no holding it back now considering how much he stirred you up. Your insides squeeze him all at once as a strained, euphoric squeal falls out of your throat. His rhythm slows in response, groaning as your twitchy insides only seem to pull him in to the hilt and grow all the more hotter around him. You hold yourself against him as the head of his cock nudges at your deep spot, rubbing together in your languid movements.

The strong hands of the saiyan reaches over to your frame and draws you up to hold you into the contour of his muscles, your back resting against his chest as you readjust your legs to accommodate the position. Goku wastes no time pulling the stretchy fabric down your shoulder, kissing the revealed skin to his content. With the lightest twist of your torso, you turn to meet his lips, reaching behind his head and taking a handful of his hair. He begins to quicken the grind of his hips into you again, a steady flow of deep thrusts in this new position you immediately rock yourself into.

"That all you got?" You prod, coherent enough to still provoke this "punishment" worthy of planetary invasion. Though intense and more gripping than ones before, you've endure much more than a single orgasm from him. There was more to go before all the fight is taken out of either of you. You feel his lips spread into a grin against yours, clearly taking the bait.

"I can go all out." He shamelessly declares, a fact you're both aware of, thrive on. You were creating a debauched monster and you intended to delight in every minute of it. Every moment he wraps you in his large arms and bears down on you to drive inch after inch into your core until it hurts, every curt and tactless word that falls out of his mouth inevitably reminding you of this carnal delicacy of a man who finds new ways to please you, every kiss..and beyond kissing. That alone stirred your arousal right back up. He wrestles control of your hips from you with both hands and begins plunging his cock against your spot again with enough momentum to knock you back into the sheets below. Each of your hands grip at the back of his head to anchor yourself from falling over, taking every bit of this lewd assault on your body with wanton sobs. "D-Don't..Don't stop!" You urged, attempting to bounce yourself back into his movements. Goku braces his forehead against the top of your skull, switching from holding your frame in his hands to wrapping his arms around your build and continuing to drive into you, rocking your entire body with a sharp and ungraceful cadence you could only interpret as his own orgasm creeping in. Your hold on his head grows stronger as your pleasure builds back up to the edge so soon, voice trembling. He lets out a tremulous groan behind you as he stills his hips inside you with a rough shove, hot cum gushing against the wild spasms of your insides. Deliriously you both ride out the shared euphoria until you sink further into his hold, these strong arms the only thing holding you up at the moment.

The larger saiyan leans against you, encouraging you to lie forward as his body follows, catching himself on his own hands and letting you slide off his expended cock before rolling over beside you. Your face is lost in a small bundle of sheets and pillows, body still quivering from it's ecstasy. You managed to turn your head towards him with a small gasp for air, the rise and fall of his chest as he draws for air making him look like he was worn out but you knew better. You extend a hand to touch face, turning his head to look at you. When your eyes meet you see a smile start to form in his features, that kindness returning to his eyes. At least until you narrow your eyes on him and slap your hand down across his cheek with the strength you could find from your exertion. Goku lets out a yelp of "Ows" and holds the reddening side of his face, downright confused as he looks back at you.

"Ow, geez! What was that for?!"

"You grab my tail again... I'm pulling a new one out of you through your throat." You huff, lifting yourself up enough to crawl over and lie across his chest. "Warn me before you do that next time."

"Y-Yeah.." He agrees, laughing as he continued to rub his cheek.

"U-Umm...Guys?" A voice emanates by your feet. You and Goku both look at each other in mirrored confusion before looking down to where the voice came from. By your feet you see only the old scouter barely hanging from the edge of the bed. A couple of voices come through, all turning your face a ghostly white as you stared at it wide-eyed. That's right, you never turned the scouter off. It was old but it was the exact some one you wore at the time Elder Kai scouted you for that special mission. The very one you synced with the systems of the Time Nest so the Kais, Trunks and His partner could communicate with you while out on a mission. You're pretty sure your heart just stopped in your chest.

"T-...Trunks?!" You answer hesitantly. The half saiyan responds in a tone similar to yours, wishing he could hide away from the things he heard but its clear now that you were all aware of each other now and everything that transpired between the communicators since you pressed that power button.

"I-I didn't mean to interrupt! J-Just thought you should know Supreme Kai of Time requests for you. Uh, whenever she and my partner can revive the Elder Kai," Trunks manages to report, ever embarrassed. Somewhere in the Time Nest lay the fainted elder kai with a heated face and a drip of blood hanging from his nose., Supreme Kai of Time and the former Toki Toki city hero doing their best to bring the elder back to consciousness.

Your brain is still trying to process what this was going to mean for you, but Goku began to laugh sheepishly, holding a hand to his head. "Well this is gonna be awkward, isn't it?"

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neocity-sarai · 4 years

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Fight for You

❂ concept: cyberpunk/futuristic au!

❂ pairing: mark lee x reader

❂ alerts: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, violence, death

3 years and 2 months that you’ve lived alone. 3 years and 2 months that you’ve survived without the help of your parents or any friends. Sometime ago, the world felt like it was truly ending. Disease and famine plagued the earth, it seemed as all hope was lost. Megacities were ruined from an onslaught of tsunamis, wildfires, and hurricanes. Your parents shielded you with the comfort of your small apartment, the warmth of their embraces to ease the anxiety. Yet, it wasn’t enough. You remember how your 15 year-old-self watched your mother slowly wither away, the disease could have infected her from anywhere: the grocery store, work, or from your own family. It felt unfair, the way people had to die when they had no choice to make money for the roof over their heads or to put food on the table. Your father held you close, his sobs shaking his entire body at the sight of your mother’s dying heart. Your whole world fell as silent as your mother’s heartline when your father whispered in your ear. He told you he was sorry, how he wished that he could tell you everything was going to be alright. He told you, “I don’t have much time left either.”

You could barely blink. You froze in place, your hands shaking at an uncontrollable rate. You eyed him incredulously, “What are you talking about?”

That night, you came home alone. You knew that the disease made adults more vulnerable yet you couldn’t believe that you had lost both of your parents in one day. All you could do was sit in your living room and cry until you couldn’t breathe. You screamed until your lungs heart, the weight of grief crushing your chest- it suffocated you. All that swirled in your head was memories of your mother cooking dinner while your father chased you around the dining table or the way you’d go to the city to explore, laughing in your family’s van as you drove. It was all too much. What were you going to do? Who would you call for help? Your family didn’t have many relatives in the area after your father decided to take a PR job in New York City. You felt all alone, the gloomy, steely skies looked especially lonely outside of your window. You couldn’t even see the sun.

You fell asleep on your living room couch, your muscles sore from the unmoving position of your legs and arms. Deciding to switch on the TV, you were sure that the government would send a social worker to come fetch you- that’s what they always said on the news. Surprisingly, headlines read, “New vaccine formulated by pharmaceutical team at New York Institute of Medicine.” Despite the fact being good news, you felt numb. It didn’t matter because you had lost your family. It was too late. Over the next two years, the government issued a world-wide administration of the vaccine, the diseases had almost disappeared entirely. People were able to go back to work, walk their dogs, and dine out with their friends. The UN had stated each nation would work together to rebuild the damage of what was lost, whole cities were torn down to restart again. Technology advanced just as quickly: the old, ruined world becoming a man-made virtual paradise. Engineers and infrastructure developers reached new heights by building jets that flew at 1,840 miles per hour to skyscrapers that seemed to pierce through heaven. Somehow, by mercy, you managed to see the world change. You survived.

Current time

Of course, there wasn’t a real opportunity to go back to school after the plague, it led you to look for other ways to contribute to the work force instead. In the old world, work consisted of becoming a doctor, a lawyer, even a neighborhood bee-keeper ; as a young kid, you never had a clear idea of who or what you wanted to be. When you started to stabilize yourself by taking small part-time jobs that didn’t require a degree or some form of formal education, you slowly started to accumulate savings. After a while, you had been eyeing a virtual game constructed by the Kynigos company that swept the world by storm. It was everywhere on social media, all of the sign boards that lined 2nd avenue to 7th. Almost every family on your block purchased these visionary headsets that allowed you to see life in a kaleidoscopic lense. When you tried yours on for the first time, it was utterly breathtaking. New York city mimicked that of rainbow road in your old mario kart game, the streets glowed hues of bubblegum pinks and electric blues. The skyscrapers were dripping with panels of evergreens and xanthous yellows as the sky sparkled as a net covered it, the tiny strands glittering with violet crystals. You continued to walk down the block, circles glowing over your eyes and floating signboards that advertised expensive desserts bobbed up and down. As you scanned your surroundings, every person on the street or drivers cruising down the road had their headset on. Cars projected virtual screens that were lined with data codes and numbers. Even the foliage on the trees changed a new color every morning and night, the clouds moved by glitching slightly. It was like you could sweep your fingertips across every color you could think of, the streetlamps dripping gold above your head.

Each time Kynigos uploaded a new software update, people would go ballistic over the installation of game mode. In place of a regular day job, you’d be able to make money by taking investors’ requests and errands. It ran on in-game currency that could be exchanged for real money in which you desperately needed to eat, to live. That’s where you were: you took requests for the smaller investors like fetching their meals or buying their groceries. Moving up, you honed your skills on clearing the game levels, earning access to a database of more promising, richer moguls. They were getting hungry, some of them crossing the law to conduct illegal activities in-game: Kynigos never really enforced the restrictions. No matter how much the government tried to take over the game, it would only gain more and more powerful. They always found their way around it. You had just cleared level 50, your reward was to establish a link with an anonymous client who offered 5 grand in exchange for a person’s identity. Not that you knew who the client or request was, you had become a bounty-hunter chasing for your next bankroll. You didn’t have time to pick and choose. At the corner of your headset screen, a pop-chat window appeared: “Hello. Please refer to me as Mr. C.”

You replied, “Hi. How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for someone who can track down a person that I’ve been trying to find. The request is to confirm their identity and bring them to me. I will raise the reward if need be.”

You continue, “I need that in writing. May I have this person’s file?”

“I will send it over shortly.”

The chat window expands into a link, a typed document of the request along with a signature. You had been cheated out once, you were sure to not let it happen again. When you enlarge the file, it’s a picture of a boy who was much younger than you. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt, his black hair curled on one side of his forehead. His eyes seemed incredibly innocent, his doe irises complimenting the smile that graced his lips ; the sharpness of his cheekbones accentuating his prepubescent face. His name read, “Mark/ Minhyung Lee.” and was last spotted not far from where you lived. You asked, “Mr. C, why are you looking for a kid?”

“I have no obligation to answer that question. Regardless, are you able to do it? If you can’t succeed, I will have to take measures into my own hands.”

With the amount of money that was being offered, you would be set for a while. Taking the request seemed extremely worth it.

“It’s a deal, Mr. C.”

You pulled up your virtual map with a click of a button, the map expanding into the space of your living room. It showed every alleyway, every nook and cranny in the city. You enlarged the floating map with your fingers, zooming in on a couple blocks away from your apartment. From your room, you grabbed your back-pack and changed into a black body-tight outfit (a skin you won as a reward on level 15), and your hair tied in a loose knot. Dashing out the door, you headed for where this Mark was last seen. You walked around the city, scanning the crowds of people as you walked. The street lamps illuminated the moving sidewalk as people talked into their headset by the cafe windows. Colorful lights blossomed on the tiny windows of the tall buildings. How were you supposed to find such a young kid wandering around by himself? Was Mr. C. his father? Maybe a disgruntled relative? You were unsure. You stopped inside a convenience store, the view of a black-haired boy turned around in one of the aisles. You couldn’t see his face, could that be Mark? The cashier sleepily greeted you, his headset sat crookedly on the rim of his forehead. Making your way to the small boy, you walked in front of him to get a better look- it was not him. He looked up at you confusedly, “hey lady, should I get a chocolate bar or a lollipop?”

Pointing at the chocolate bar you winked, “Chocolate for sure.”

The child walked away from you as he perused through the candy aisle more. You felt a hand grab your wrist from behind to be met with a scruffy man who wore tattered clothes and scratched at his dirtied beard. His eyes bulged with hysteria, “Pretty girl, give me that!”

He pointed at your polished headset, his grimy fingers reaching for it. You stumbled back as your heart beat furiously in your chest, “Sir, I don’t want trouble. Please step back from me.”

The man takes another step towards you instead, his rough hands flying to grip your waist, “Say, what’s your name? Want to come with me?”

You try wrenching out of his grip, you shouted for the cashier’s attention- he’s too busy paying attention to the game to even hear you. The man’s fingers make contact with the skin on your hip which causes you to jolt, you struggle to reach for the knife at the bottom of your backpack.

“Sir, kindly back off!”

The homeless man swivels around, facing a boy about the same age as you. Looking at him, you had not ever witnessed a more attractive boy in a while. His hair was a chestnut color, the crest of it gelled over, his face was slim and defined. Even his lips were the prettiest shade of sakura blossoms, his obsidian eyes stern with fury. He pushed up a pair of version 3 cyber-glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Sir, I said to back off!”

Just like that, the homeless man raised his hands in mock surrender as he scampered out of the convenience store- leaving you staring at the handsome boy in front of you.

You nervously adjust yourself, “Um-I- thank you for that.”

The boy gives you a warm smile, one of his hairs falling onto his forehead, “No need to thank me. That guy was being a total creep. Plus, that cashier should be fired for being distracted.”

You laugh, you catch yourself staring at the abundance of watermelon pops in the boy’s hands. He eyes you and then back to his pops, “Oh, would you like one?”

Stammering over your words you shake your head a bit too wildly, “N-no t-thanks! I-I prefer mango?”

Why did you say mango? You hate mango-flavored things. He gives you a hearty chuckle, “Fair enough, mango’s good too.”

It goes without saying anything, you both pay for the treats as you walk on to the sidewalk, a cold breeze making you shiver. The boy cards his fingers through his hair, the streetlamps casting a golden flow on his highlights, “I guess this is where we part. I hope you don’t run into any more creeps.”

You nod at him, “I sure hope not. By the way, what’s your name?”

There, you feel like you’ve messed up. This stranger saves you from some homeless guy and you ask him for his name, his eyes are widened with surprise. You silently sigh in relief when he breaks into a toothy smile, “Yeah, um, My name’s Jonathan.”

His voice comes out a little hesitant, as if he’s not sure. You eye him, “You sure about that, bud?”

“Of course. I was just deciding whether or not to tell you Jon or Jonathan is all.”

You say, “Well, goodbye Jonathan. Thank you for helping me out today.”

You swerve to walk back down the street in which you came, your headset blinking with the weather forecast in the corner of it. You feel a hand catch your shoulder gently, “Wait-t, d-do y-you think we can exchange handles?”

Turning back to the boy, you certainly weren’t expecting him to say that, “Yeah, sure!”

Together, you calibrate your headsets as a glowing icon appears above his head, “Accept Jonathan as a friend?”

You say, “Accept!”

Jonathan’s name adds to your friends list, not that you had any previous names added anyway. He finishes adding to you as well, your name hot on his tongue as he repeats it daintily. Giving you a final wave, you both go your separate ways. You decide to look for Mark in the morning.

Later that night, you find yourself staring at a message notification from Jonathan. Tapping in the air, you press on it- you bite your lip in anticipation. A bubble appears over his message, “You still up?”

You type on your virtual floating keyboard, “I am, wanna chat?”

Another bubble appears: “proceed with projection communication?”

You look yourself up and down, your outfit only consists of a pair of striped pajamas unlike your black suit earlier. You can’t imagine that Jonathan’s dressed up at this hour. Accepting the bubble, a scan of Jonathan’s virtual body appears in front of you as if he’s sitting in your desk chair. He looks different from earlier, he wears a thin t-shirt that reads ‘Vancouver’, his hair glimmers with wet drops from his shower and he holds an acoustic guitar in his hands. At first he doesn’t realize that you’ve accepted the projection call until he drops his guitar to the ground, fumbling in his chair, “Oh! hi-i, I didn’t see you there for a second..”

You laugh at his silliness, “you were the one who initiated the call in the first place!”

“Still! One second, I need to get something.”

When he finally returns, he holds a bowl of cereal in his hands, spooning sugary flakes into his mouth before toasting the bowl, “Cereal baby!”

“Who eats cereal at this hour?”

“Me- I do!”

You smile at him, leaning back into your pillows, it’s almost too surreal that it feels like Jonathan is staring right back at you from your room. It’s like he’s right there with you.

You continue, “So, what do you like to do in your free-time?”

He looks up from his bowl, “Hm, I uh- I guess I just listen to music or watching Netflix? Something like that?”

“I see you have a guitar by you, do you play well?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, “I wouldn’t say too good but I do enjoy playing? I write a bit too.”

“Can you play something for me?”

He gives you a playful smirk before breaking into a high-pitched laugh, “Put me on the spot now aren’t we?”

You reply, “You kind of set yourself up by bringing out a guitar. Of course I was going to ask.”

With a heavy sigh, he mumbles, “This is a song that I wrote when I started living on my own.”

You feel your heart swell at the sight of this stranger whispering soft words of song, the strums of his guitar filling the emptiness of your room. When he’s finished, you give him a standing ovation, “What do you mean not too good? You’ve got talent.”

He rubs his eyes tiredly, “Gotta stay humble, you know?”

Your memory plays back to Jonathan’s words: “I started living on my own.”

You tread into unknown waters, “Listen, let me know if this is too personal but when did you start living alone?”

Visibly, his frame becomes stiffened, his lips press into a thin line, “About three years ago? I think?”

He’s the same as you. You continue, “Do you still keep in touch with your parents?”

A flash of pain coats Jonathan’s face, his teeth sink into his lower lip anxiously, “You know-w, I-I think we should call it a night-t?”

You’ve pushed too far. “Oh, yes- sure. Right, good night.”

Like that, Jonathan’s projection disappears from your desk chair, the call ending with a beep. You throw your headset to your nightstand with a clang, throwing your head into your pillow. You doubt that Jonathan wants to talk to you after pressing into his private matters.

When morning comes, your heart jumps at the notification at the top of your messages bar. You click on it, Jonathan’s audio file plays, “Hey-y, I-I’m reallly sorry for uh- I-I kind of left you hanging last night? Can we meet up and talk? Possibly? Let me know when you get this.”

You respond back to him, “Hey, don’t apologize. It was my fault for pushing you where you weren’t comfortable. I’ll forward my address.”

Within the next hour or so, you find Jonathan standing in your doorway as he raises a bag of mango and watermelon pops from the convenience store in his hand. You usher him in, “You got here quite fast..”

He smiles at you, setting the bag on your table, “I’m pretty speedy. Also, you’ve got a nice pad.”

“Oh- yeah, technically it used to be my parents but they well- they passed away.”

His face turns somber, his features darkening with hurt, “I’m sorry for your loss y/n.”

Trying your best, you muster a small smile at him, “It’s okay. Can I get you anything? Water?”

“I-uh- no, I’m good.”

With a heavy sigh, Jonathan plops himself on your couch, his eyes shifting to the vibrant city view outside, “Anyway, I-I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly last night.”

Shaking your head, you answer regretfully, “No, it was completely my fault, I should be sorry.” The features on his face turn sharper. He stiffens again, his fists curl beside him on the couch, “I also haven’t been too honest about myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“My name isn’t Jonathan. That’s just an alias- my real name is Mark. Mark Lee.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat. The boy that your client is after is sitting on your living room couch. How could you not recognize him? Your headset tab has his file bookmarked- he was a child then. Of course, he’s matured.

“Why would you lie about your name?”

Jonathan- now, Mark sighs, “Because, I have to. You asked me about my parents? They were murdered by some gang leaders because they owed them money so we could survive the plague. They did what they had to so we could live. They’re still after me.”

You hand flies to your mouth in shock, “Mark, I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I-”

Mark places a warm hand on yours, “It’s okay- don’t be sorry y/n. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“Not a word, I swear on it.”

Mark picks himself up to move closer to you, your knees almost touching, “When did you start living alone?”

The memories of you watching the doctors send your parents’ bodies to the morgue surface in your mind. You can’t stop the flood that breaks the dam. Digging your nails into your palm, you sniffle, “My parents passed away from the plague on the same day. Like yours, they had to work and go outside for us to survive. I was on the streets a bit before I could make money myself.”

It’s impossible. You can’t stop the tears that stream on your cheeks. You squeeze your eyes shut, “I miss them so much.”You feel a thumb swipe your tears away. You open your eyes to see a blurry vision of Mark’s concerned face, his fringe swept on one side of his forehead, “I’m here, it’s okay. I miss mine too.”

In a split second, you fall into the crook of Mark’s chest, snuggling into his arms. You hear the slow thrum of his heartbeat, the music that beats with his soul. It’s beautiful, the way his doe eyes gaze down at you and the way it feels when you reach up to sweep the hair out of his eyes, “Thank you, Mark.”

He doesn’t say anything, he continues to rub circles on your back comfortingly as he thumbs your hand in his lap. Afterwards, you and Mark decide to eat dinner with Mark in the city. With Mark beside you, everything seems ten times more vibrant. Musicians play on the streets, their instruments laced with colorful threads (bonus items that tune your instrument automatically). Robotic helpers roll around in the restaurants as they pick up tabs, refill waters, and do little things that could be cumbersome for humans. You and Mark sit on the second floor of your favorite ramen restaurant, one that your parents frequented often. Laughing at the way Mark slurped his noodles made you happier. For some odd reason, Mark reminded you of the comfort that your parents had- a warm glow that always brightened the room. He placed his chicken into your bowl, forcing you to eat his no matter how much you protested. When you were done, Mark led you to the third story of the restaurant, a rooftop garden that overlooked the city. The view was breathtaking: the skyline reflected an ocean of colors onto the water as the Brooklyn bridge allowed flying vehicles to soar across the sky. You both sat on the edge of the building, Mark pulling your body closer to his. He rested his head on your shoulder as he hummed some unrecognizable song, the honking of cars is the only thing that disrupts him. Steadily, you brought a hand to the scar on his cheekbone- causing him to raise his head at you. Mark leaned further into your touch, his hair fluttering in the wind slightly, “Can I um, kiss you?”

Smiling, you crash your lips onto yours, his lips feeling plush and soft at first. You move one hand to entwine Mark’s hairs in between your fingers, causing him to let out a moan. Your kiss grows more passionate as you part your mouth for him to move his tongue, your body temperatures rise- an alert pops on to your headsets. Ignoring it, Mark leans further into your lips while you arch your back on the roof. He pushes you flat against the concrete, his lips detach from yours with a sound. When you look at him, Mark’s half lidded eyes and swollen lips pop from the colorful netted sky that hangs above him, you say, “Wow, you’re good Mark Lee.”

He laughs into your shoulder, his giggle full of mirth. You don’t resist when he presses a kiss to your lips for the second time, you take harder control than he does. You roll onto your side so you can climb on top of him instead. Mark reaches up to place a hair behind your ear before you lean in to press a kiss to his nose. His eyes glimmer with adoration, “y/n, the things you’re doing to me right now-”

Mark starts to press a burning kiss to the hollow of your neck, you pause when a notification flashes on your messages bar. You open it, it’s from Mr. C. It reads, “Y/n. I’m afraid you’re out of time.” You scramble off of Mark, causing him to yelp, “Oh god, y/n, I-I’m so sorry, I- did- I go too far? I shouldn’t have done that- oh my-”

You press your hand to Mark’s lips, “It’s not you. I have to tell you something, it’s-”

“What? What’s wrong?”

You both sit up, “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier I just forgot about it because we were talking and I-I just don’t-”

Mark’s expression turns firm, “What is it?”

“I just passed level 50 in-game. I got a request from a client and he told me he was after you and I took it because I thought I needed the money and now that I know you’re the person he wants, I don’t know what to do-he says we’re out of time!”

Mark looks down, his face morphing into slow pain, “Did you have that request since we met?”

You shout at him, “Yes! But, I was never going to sell you out, I swear! I started to like you and I wouldn’t have done that!”

Marks still casts his eyes down, “Y/n, I have to go right now- I can’t be outside-”

“You’re too late!”

You and Mark swivel your heads to see a skinny man dressed in a plaid suit hop off his emerald hoverboard, a pistol sits in the grip of his hand, “I’ve got you now Mark Lee! And y/n has led me straight to you!”

Mark practically leaps across you, forcing you to move behind him, “Just stay behind me.”

You place your hands on Mark’s shoulders, gripping him tightly. The man- Mr. C. looks hysterical when he flashes Mark a sinister grin, “Your parents still haven’t paid their debt. You’ll serve as compensation.”

He aims his gold-lined pistol at Mark, cackling before he sends a smoking bullet flying to Mark’s chest without a warning. You scream, Mark falling on his side as he clutches his wound. Mr. C. spits in your direction before zipping off on his hoverboard, leaving you to press your hands to Mark’s body. Already, your hands are covered in crimson blood, you smell the iron scent of it and it makes you sick. You don’t even realize that you’re screaming now, “Hold on! I’m going to get you to a hospital okay? Hold on!”

Mark lets out a weak cough, his eyes failing to stay open. You cradle his head, “Mark? Mark, stay awake! Stay with me, please!”

Once more, he reaches up a bloodied palm to your cheek, your tears falling onto his shirt, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

You whimper, “It’s not okay! Don’t leave me! I’ll be alone again!”

The hot tears blur your vision, it’s getting harder to not collapse. You see Mark smile at you, “you know, you’re the only person that’s made me feel less lonely since my parents died.”

Clutching his hand, you feel the calloused skin along his palm, wanting to savor every bit of him, “Mark, I’ve fallen for you.”

Nodding, “And I, you.”

With the last bit of strength he has, Mark kisses you with scarlet fire before letting out a bone-chilling groan. His lips fall away from yours, his body landing on the roof with a thump. You hold your breath, your head pounds with harsh pain. You can’t believe the sight of Mark’s once musical spirit so bereft of life. Finally, your breath hitches at a notification that appears in your message inbox at the top of your virtual screen, “hello, y/n.”

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janetfraiserdeservedbetter · 4 years

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Alien Soup For The Soul

Beta: @gaymalcolmreed

Rating: G

Words: 1357

Fandom: Stargate

Pairing: Sam/Janet fluff

Notes: I wrote this about a million years ago and only just found it to publish!

Summary: Sam is sick. It's the end of the world. If she has to watch one more MacGyver rerun, she might just lose it. But then her family come to the rescue.

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Sam was pretty sure the dog was going to get sick of their one-sided conversations soon. Of all the times some alien parasite or disease had infected her, even the worst had nothing on the flu. Janet had assured her that it was harmless, a human illness that she must have caught from someone on the base. Still, she was put on leave until the doctor cleared her. In a week or so, she’d be back on duty.

For now, she was holed up in her bed, sulking. On the bedside table was a box of tissues, already half empty , and the biggest water bottle she could find. She was home alone today; Cassie was at school and Janet was at work. SG1 were on standby , and no doubt the boys were enjoying their time off from doing work - related stuff.

Having the house to herself left Sam and Homer to curl up watching some reruns of MacGyver. Her head felt as if it were full of c4 so she didn’t even have the energy to mock the ‘science’ in the show.

Relief came at noon that day; she was eating some rice crackers and waiting for death when she heard the front door open. She heard the men before she saw them because there wasn’t anything subtler than, ‘Ow, Danny! Watch where you’re going with that thing!’

‘Quiet , Jack! She could be sleeping. I’m not sure I want to face the wrath of a sick, over - exhausted Sam.’

Teal’c responded with an ‘Indeed , ’ and she felt herself smile a little.

“If I was sleeping,” she called out through the open bedroom door after Homer, “I’m not now.” She heard another hushed argument erupt between her friends as she pulled on some sweat pants and slouched out into the living room. Jack was helping himself to the fridge as Daniel set down a box that seemed to be overflowing with papers. Teal’c stood by the couch and bowed his head when he saw his friend approach.

“Major Carter, you are not looking well. Doctor Fraiser said you were on bed rest.”

She smiled at his concern and patted his arm as she found a spot on the sofa by the dog. The others joined them, Jack having found nothing of interest in the kitchen and he smirked at her as he took a seat.

“What Teal’c means to say, Major, is that we just swung by to see how you were doing and if there was anything we could do for you...” A sudden look of worry crossed his face. “You’re not contagious, are ya?”

Sam took that moment to sneeze, earning herself a suspicious glare from Jack and a raised brow from Teal’c. Daniel just handed her a tissue.

“No , sir,” she sniffled miserably after she wiped her nose, pulling her legs to her chest. “Not contagious , sir. You can’t catch death.”

Daniel grinned at her dramatics. “Well, I know Janet said no work, but I also know you’re bored out of your mind right now, so I brought you some things to work on.” The archaeologist nodded to the box and Sam wished she had the energy to get up and examine the files right then and there

“And I brought you some soup, Major Carter. It is a stew my mother once made for me when I was a child. It brought me great comfort when I was ill,” Teal’c added with a nod.

No doubt it was the flu's fault, but Sam felt herself getting a little too emotional at the thought of her friends coming by to comfort her.

All eyes were on Jack then, who was fiddling with a knickknack that had been perched on the coffee table. He looked up, blinking with those big brown eyes , and Daniel snickered.

“I uh… I drove. That counts for something right?” As much as Daniel made fun of the man for his lack of input, Sam had to admit that it did count for something. She knew none of them were social butterflies, but it was rare that the team got several days off in a row. Instead of going off to have fun without her, they’d ventured over to keep her entertained.

Still, after an hour of their company (and the ongoing bickering between the resident space monkey and the fly-boy), Sam was in desperate need of another nap. Teal’c seemed to notice her waning energy and attention span and promptly, and very gently, indicated to the other men that it was time to leave.

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The silence that followed was both heaven and torture at the same time. In the end, she opted for more crap TV. She fell asleep during a particularly thrilling episode (in which Mac was building a bomb out of chewing gum) , and when she awoke, Homer was whining by the back door. Janet was standing beside the sofa, tray in hand , and she smiled warmly when she saw Sam’s eyes open.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she cooed – Sam was reminded how much she loved Janet’s empathetic doctor voice – and Janet set the tray down, smoothing a hand over Sam’s forehead. The blonde leaned into the touch and hummed softly, the touch cool against her warm skin. She stifled a yawn and opened her eyes to Janet again. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been ‘zatted’ and shoved down a flight of stairs.”

“You've traveled the universe and all you get is this lousy cold,” Janet smirked. She perched on the edge of the couch beside her lover and patted her leg. “Well the good news is, I’m not on call until Sunday now , so you’re stuck with me.”

Despite the pressure throbbing through her skull, Sam smiled and kissed the doctor’s palm as it came to rest on her cheek. “Thanks… though I can’t promise I’ll be any good company.”

“Not to worry. I’m sure MacGyver can keep me entertained. He’s so dreamy, after all…” That earned her a half - assed glare from the astrophysicist that she quickly disarmed with food. The soup that Teal’c had brought was life - changing , and , knowing that he had probably substituted some ingredients from the original recipe, she couldn’t imagine how amazing his mother ’ s would have been. It was almost like a pea and ham soup but with enough of a kick to get her nose running and…was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, Sam almost felt better after one bite. Almost.

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The next day was no better. Janet had noticed that her fever was still persistent, though not dangerous, and work was still out of the question. Thank god for Saturdays though because it meant that Cassie and Janet were both home and that meant some rare family time.

Late in the afternoon, Sam ended up sandwiched between her girls, her head in her girlfriend’s lap and her feet in their daughter’s. Homer was sulking on the floor, apparently upset that he wasn’t involved in the cuddle pile. Out of pity – because really, Janet would never have chosen it on her own – the trio were watching Star Trek (and Janet for the life of her couldn’t tell which one it was). She knew her lover was still sick when the woman barely muttered at the use of ‘Reverse the polarity.’ Janet’s fingers combed through Sam’s hair, and the touch had Sam nodding off again, finding comfort in the warmth of her two favourite girls. Cassie was busy with some homework but kept Sam’s feet warm between her book and her lap.

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The days passed too quickly and before Sam knew it, she was feeling a whole lot better; that’s what alien soup and cuddles will do for you. It felt good to be suiting up again, readying herself for their mission to P2C-934. She straightened her cap as she stepped up to the ramp, her boys by her side, and General Hammond watching from behind the glass. Everything was right in the world again.

“SG-1, you have a --” Hammond was cut off as Colonel O’Neill and Teal’c sneezed in tandem. They shared a look and then turned to Sam. “SG-1, stand down and report to the infirmary.”

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dalekofchaos · 4 years

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The Fireflies’ vaccine wouldn’t have worked or why Joel did the right thing

In the last part of The Last of Us, Joel kills all the fireflies and saves Ellie but by doing so he may have doomed humanity by ending the possibility of a cure being made, making the ending bittersweet and morally ambiguous. The thing is, Joel didn't really do anything wrong, and saving Ellie was the right choice, here are my reasons:

The doctors would remove Ellie's brain to try to create a vaccine, but that's not how vaccines works, a vaccine is a tamed version of a pathogen that "teaches" your body to defend against it, to do a vaccine you need to use the pathogen in small quantities or a modified version of it, Ellie is immune to it, you don't create vaccines from the immune system, that's called a serum, and it works differently, a serum is used when someone comes in contact with a disease and it contains a series of antibodies that fight the infection, but it doesn't make anyone immune. So what they were trying to do was pointless;

Even if the doctors know what they were doing, it was a wild shot a with no guarantee that it would work;

Even if a vaccine was successfully made they wouldn't save the world, the world was destroyed 20 years ago, society collapsed and was rebuilt again on a new way, and everyone already new how to deal with it, also the greatest threat were not even the cordyceps fungus anymore, it was the infected (that the vaccine couldn't do nothing about) and the crooked humans that walked the earth. Besides that, the fireflies had no way to distribute the vaccine worldwide, not even in a national level.

If you listen to the tapes in the Colorado segment, it pretty much confirms that Ellie is not unique and they wouldn’t be able to make a vaccine anyway. The doctor has practically lost his mind and Ellie is just his white whale. Ellie was not the first subject and she most likely wouldn’t have been the last.

The doctor pretty much went against the common ethical code of all medical practitioners just for a CHANCE at a vaccine/cure.

And wouldn't it take a lot of time to study her? A day to do all the tests is outright impossible. Just look at the corona vaccine. With all the tech the world has the biotechnologists are going to take more than a year to make a vac.

Vaccines for Fungal infections are nearly impossible and are a logistical nightmare.Even in today’s world,they can only be treated with antibiotics and anti-fungal medicine. They didn’t even bother with thoroughly researching Ellie’s blood and trying to extract the fungal specimen without killing her. The tests were blood samples and samples from the area where she was bit and then only cutting her brain open as THE LAST POSSIBLE USE for her, then when their step 1 was "lol just kill this incredibly rare specimen" I was shocked.

BTW, PS4 version actually removed a piece of paper that's available in all the other forms of the game. What is this piece of paper? Just the one that describes how they've tried this process dozens of times before and how they've NEVER gotten any useful info.

The Fireflies are terrorists. The Fireflies are terrorists, and not even competent ones. Here we go. We first hear of the Fireflies in credits, where they are taking credit for attacking the Federal Disaster Response Agency. Not a good start.The next time we start to see hints of them is through graffiti in the quarantine zone. What does this graffiti say? Fireflies will take it all back. That sounds great! Burn it all down. ...oh. That’s, uh, a little less great. Fucking die, pig. Um… Uh, that’s uh, not a great look here guys.And that goes on and on. The graffiti does not exactly inspire. All it does is get angry.Next time we see them, it’s when they literally bomb a checkpoint and supply truck, then begin firing wildly all over the place. This is straight terrorism. They don’t care if there is collateral damage, in fact, Joel gets injured in this scene.Then we meet Marlene, the so-called Queen Firefly. Injured and on the run, the military is slowly wiping them out. This leads to a line of dialogue that is absolutely hilarious. Marlene starts to preach about “We’ve been quiet. Been planning on leaving the city, but they need a scapegoat. They’ve been trying to rile us up. We’re trying to defend ourselves”Those are big words from someone who just bombed a checkpoint.This clearly shows us that Marlene cannot be trusted as a narrator. She has an agenda and is lying to Joel and possibly herself. And that despite how effective guerrilla tactics usually are, her group is still managing to get absolutely devastated. They are failing so badly that they have to recruit smugglers just to try to get Ellie out of the city.So begins the trek showing dead Fireflies at every turn. Downtown subway station? Dead Fireflies. The Capitol building? Dead Fireflies. Pittsburgh? Oh, let’s talk about Pittsburgh.Pittsburgh is a monument to Firefly failure. Pittsburgh was originally another Quarantine zone held together by FEDRA. So what happened here? Well, times got hard, and the Fireflies instigated a civil war or insurrection. This fighting lasted for months, with Fireflies lynching soldiers that they caught alone, burning soldiers alive after dousing them in gasoline, and FEDRA retaliating by executing Fireflies. FEDRA finally gave up and retreated from Pittsburgh, putting the Fireflies in control- and then it all fell apart. The people of Pittsburgh discover that the Fireflies had planned to move right into the space FEDRA had previously occupied. And so, after this was discovered, the Fireflies were driven out just like FEDRA had been. Only much faster, and with less fight. And now Pittsburgh is nothing but anarchy. People gunned down in the streets for nothing. Rooms full of bodies, clothes and shoes. Almost looks like after images of Dachau. Bravo, Fireflies. Excellent revolution.Next up, we meet Tommy, Joel’s brother, and disenfranchised Firefly. He worked for them for years, going all the way to Colorado for them. Somewhere along the way, he lost faith in them and left their cause. He doesn’t specify exactly why, but it seems he might have lost faith in their methods.Then we come to the University. This is where we really discover how incompetent the Fireflies actually are. One of the first notes you see at University is about a guy who is angry he got yelled at for falling asleep on guard duty. Real professionals. This same note indicates that while they’re still getting some supplies, it’s not enough for what’s needed, with gasoline being particularly short. The next note comes from a recording, telling us that they’re losing more guards, with the doctor clearly concerned about how much equipment and data will be lost if they have to move. The doctor even calls the Fireflies incompetent in this note. And then we have this genius.. That’s right. Bitten by his own lab monkey. Because he just had to set it free, rather than putting it down humanely. Brilliant work sir. Brilliant. He kills himself before turning though, but not before informing us that they hadn’t accomplished anything for over five years. And even that small breakthrough was ultimately a failure. And now the entire lab is compromised, and abandoned.And then there’s a long break from Fireflies until Salt Lake. Ellie, having just gone underwater, isn’t breathing. Joel attempts to perform CPR on her when our hero Firefly shows up, and knocks Joel unconscious. Ah, violence. The first solution. Willing to forgive it, since it strongly mirrors the scene with Sarah, only the Firefly is in the soldier’s shoes this time. But still. Military was gentler.And now for the hospital. The final failure of the Fireflies. This is where so many people are convinced that Joel screws the world by preventing a vaccine. But somehow, I just don’t think so. This is one last desperate bid by the Fireflies for control. How do they intend to do this? Comprehensive bloodwork? No. Vigorous testing with laboratory animals, like, oh, maybe monkeys? No, someone let all their monkeys go. Crack open her head and hope for the best? Hell yeah! Does the fact that they’ve lost their biologist concern them? Nah, it’ll be fine! Does the fact that this is the only time they’ve seen immunity to this degree even give them pause? Pfft, crack her open! Does the fact that there has never been a successful vaccine against fungus give them pause? PASS THAT SCALPEL! No need to think this over, let’s blow our whole load on this once in a lifetime lucky strike as fast as possible. No, I’ve never heard the story about the goose who laid the golden eggs, tell it to me after I finish butchering surgery. Even if we make this vaccine, how will we deploy it? You're thinking too hard, hand me the saw!This is just bad science. Done by bad scientists. Cheered on by fools. Fools who wanted to murder Joel after he made that long trip.And for people who insist on government and democracy, it’s funny how they didn’t risk telling Ellie their “plan” and just sedated her and rushed her to the table.

Even by SOME MIRACLE they managed to make a vaccine, the world ain't gonna automatically return to what it was. It's a dog eat dog world and that is the new normal. Infected, cannibals, more psychos like David and raiders are still there and it ain't going away soon or maybe ever. On top of that, mass production and distribution of a vaccine is an absolute logistical nightmare in a post apocalyptic world- they simply don't have enough resources for that. And who's to say The Fireflies wouldn't use it to as a bargaining tool to put everyone, willing or not, under their new rule? And even given all that, they debated killing Joel after he delivered Ellie. He did the job and the payment he received was getting knocked out and being marched outside of the safe zone AT GUNPOINT WITHOUT HIS WEAPONS AND SUPPLIES! The Fireflies broke their deal and fucked Joel over. Joel had ever right to kill them and save Ellie.

So I believe what Joel did in the end was the right thing, the fireflies was an extremist group that was willing to do anything not to save the world, but to prove their point, even kill an innocent girl under a delusional precept.

#The Last Of Us #Joel Miller #Ellie Williams #The Fireflies #Marlene #Jerry Anderson

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emospritelet · 4 years

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Since the KOL!babies are married when can they expect their own baby? Maybe Gold thinks Belle got the virus again when he hears she's at the hospital. - 41. “What did the doctor say?”

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Follow-up to Late Shift in the Kiss of Life verse

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Seven a.m.

Stirling Gold stared into his coffee, his body feeling heavy and slow, weariness weighing down on him. The kitchen tiles were cold beneath his bare feet, and he shifted his toes a little, pressing them down hard before pulling them off. Belle was cooking eggs, humming to herself as she did so, and he could smell the pleasant aroma of hot toast. He was almost too tired to feel hungry, but he knew he needed to eat. Several days of working twelve to fifteen hour shifts took their toll. He took a sip of his coffee, relishing the bitterness as it spread across his tongue. Seven hours until he had to be at the hospital again. Seven hours to rest, recuperate, and spend some quality time with his wife. His wife. He wasn’t sure he would ever get over the wonderful feeling that went through him every time he realised that they were married.

With the library closed until further notice and him working seven days a week to cope with the influx of patients, Belle was alone for much of the day. Or the night, depending on how his shift pattern fell. It wasn’t how he had expected the first year of their marriage to be, but there again he hadn’t expected a deadly disease to sweep across the nation. There was the faintest glimmer of hope that they might be over the worst of it; the number of new cases each day had stopped rising a few days ago, and Gold was keeping everything crossed that the falling numbers would continue. They had already had their hopes dashed more than once.

Belle stopped humming, the pan clattering on the stove as she dished up, and Gold took another sip of his coffee, setting down his cup and leaning back in his chair. She set a plate of buttered toast and scrambled eggs in front of him, bending to kiss his cheek before sliding into the seat adjacent to him with her own plate. She grinned at him, blue eyes shining, and he couldn’t help smiling back. She had been clear of the virus for a week, and was back to her old self.

“You look tired,” she said. “Didn’t you sleep?”

“I did,” he admitted. “But not enough.”

“Go back to bed,” she suggested, and her eyes gleamed. “Maybe I could join you.”

“I think we both know that neither of us would get any rest at all in that scenario,” he said sternly, and she giggled, scooping up eggs with her fork.

“Okay, suit yourself,” she said. “At least I get you all to myself for the morning.”

He grinned at her, and turned to his breakfast, eating a forkful of eggs and cutting off a piece of buttered toast to follow them. Belle poured herself some tea, and there was a moment of silence while they ate.

“I thought we might take a walk today,” she said. “It would do you good to get some fresh air. I don’t think you’ve done anything but work and sleep these past three weeks.”

“Well, there was that hour on Sunday when neither one of us was asleep...” he said, and she smirked, reaching for her cup.

“Ah yes, I remember,” she said. “I don’t think that counts as exercise, though. At least not in the fresh air.”

“We could do it in the back garden, if you insist.”

Belle giggled.

“I think the cold weather might have something to say about that.”

“Fair point,” he said. “Very well, a walk it is. Not too far, though. You’ve been complaining of tiredness a lot recently, and I don’t want you coming down with this thing again, okay?”

Belle rolled her eyes.

“I keep telling you, I’m fine!”

“And your sudden passion for mid-afternoon naps is a coincidence, is it?” he remarked. “Listen to your doctor and get some rest.”

“Maybe the doctor should take his own advice,” she said dryly.

Gold grinned, and turned back to his breakfast. His appetite seemed to be improving, and he cleared his plate, gulping the rest of his coffee down. His phone buzzed from its place on the table, the noise insistent, and he felt his heart sink as he reached for it. Belle watched him anxiously as he swiped at the screen.

“Jefferson,” he said, and Belle’s face fell.

“Hey,” said Jefferson, sounding as tired as he felt. “Look, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate…”

“You need me to come in early,” guessed Gold.

“I’m really sorry,” said Jefferson sincerely. “Whale almost collapsed on the ward, and he’s burning up - I sent him home.”

“He’s positive?” asked Gold, worried, and Jefferson sighed.

“No, it looks like just a regular cold, but he’s exhausted. He’ll probably be out for a few days at least. Which means we’re a doctor down. I can cover his patients as well as my own, but we’ll need you to handle the ones that aren’t virus-related. At least that means you don’t have to suit up in PPE to the extent I do.”

“I’ll be there by eight.”

“You’re a life-saver,” said Jefferson. “Which I guess isn’t hyperbole, huh?”

“See you soon.”

Gold hung up, putting his phone down on the table and sighing heavily. Belle was watching him, looking troubled.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I - I really wanted to spend some time with you.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said immediately, putting a hand over his. “Really it is. I married a doctor. Nine to five was never gonna happen, and I knew that. You go and do what you do best, okay?”

He smiled broadly, and leaned in to kiss her.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

As always when he was working, Gold’s weariness had disappeared like smoke as soon as he stepped onto the ward in his scrubs. The hospital was never quiet, but in the midst of a pandemic it was hectic, and he had almost collided with a porter pushing a wheelchair. He did his round of the children’s ward first; there were thankfully very few children in there needing attention. He had half-expected Henry Swan-Mills to have come down with the virus; the boy was accident-prone and always in and out of hospital, but he had seen nothing of him since treating him for a broken collarbone three weeks ago. He suspected that the Mayor and Sheriff between them were pretty strict on enforcing the lockdown on their son.

Six hours into his shift he was beginning to flag, and went to the canteen for coffee and the lunch that Belle had put together for him while he was dressing. He smiled as he saw the little note she had placed on top of his sandwiches: I love you and I’m proud of you xxx.

There had been a shift change, so when he got back out on the ward the personnel looked fresh-faced and ready to face the day. He was pleased to see them. Less pleasing was the fact that Zelena Mills was among them.

He had thought that Zelena would have gotten over her weird obsession with him since he was now very happily married, but while she had certainly backed off a little, she still made inappropriate comments on a regular basis. He was able to ignore her for the most part, but with staffing levels dwindling by the day, it was likely that he was going to have to work with her more often. The virus had a lot to bloody answer for, in his opinion.

She veered towards him as soon as he entered the room, and he took two steps back to maintain six feet between them. Zelena pouted, but there was a predatory gleam in her eyes which he had learned not to trust.

“Dr Gold,” she said, with a simper that made his teeth clench. “On your own today?”

“Dr Whale is ill,” he said dismissively, reaching for the nearest patient’s chart. “Dr Milliner is covering his patients as well as his own, and I’m covering everyone who isn’t infected with the virus. I’d appreciate any help you can give in that regard. Maintaining the necessary social distancing at all times, of course.”

Zelena’s pout grew sulky.

“It’s hard to flirt when we can’t go within six feet of each other,” she said, and Gold wanted to roll his eyes.

“A good thing we’re here to work, then,” he remarked, making a note on the patient’s chart. “Are you short of tasks to occupy yourself with? I’ll have a word with Nurse South, if so.”

Zelena scoffed.

“Hardly,” she said. “Dorothy left us in the lurch. Didn’t show up to her shift. Typical.”

Gold looked up.

“Dorothy didn’t show?” he said. “That’s not like her. Did anyone call her?”

“I did.” Glinda South had walked into the room, and was eyeing Zelena sternly. “Nurse Mills, you’re here to do your job, not distract Dr Gold. Go and change the beds in Arendelle Ward; we’re changing it from prenatal care to an overflow ward to deal with virus patients.”

Zelena huffed, stomping off, and Gold gave Glinda a grateful look.

“Is Dorothy okay?” he asked, and she sighed.

“Well, she has the virus,” she said gloomily. “She doesn’t feel too bad, so at least that’s something, but it means she’s self-isolating. We’re short on staff as it is.”

“I should call her,” he said. “I know how awful this thing can be. How are we for shift cover?”

“It’s tight,” she admitted. “We should just about be okay, though.”

“Good.”

Gold moved on to the next patient, checking the chart and nodding to himself. Some improvement. Good.

He continued on his rounds, working his way through the wards, and managed almost an hour before Zelena caught up with him again.

“Ah, Dr Gold,” she said, walking towards him with her hips swaying. “I have to say I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Yes, seeing the doctor in the hospital must indeed have been a shock to the senses,” he remarked, picking up a patient’s chart and scanning it. “Next you’ll be telling me you saw patients being treated.”

“Well, I don’t know about being treated,” she said airily. “But I did see Belle French.”

Calling Belle by her old name was a habit of hers, and usually it was only a minor annoyance, but Gold wasn’t in the mood. He opened his mouth to snap at her that Belle’s name was now Gold and that she was his wife, when something she had said made prickles of anxiety run over his skin.

“You saw Belle?” he said. “Here?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes glinting wickedly. “She went rushing past me, said she needed to see a doctor.”

Gold licked his lips.

“She was probably looking for me.”

“Didn’t look that way to me,” she said, looking at her fingernails. “Oh, is she sick? How tragic that would be...”

Gold tossed the chart aside and stormed out as fast as he could. She was making up beds in Arendelle Ward. That’s the ward we’re using as overflow for the virus patients. Oh God, please don’t let her be sick again! I should have fucking noticed when she said she was feeling tired all the time, I should have known!

He burst through the double doors, almost sending a nurse flying and throwing an apology over his shoulder. His leg was hurting, the pain of being on it for hours and walking too fast, but he didn’t care. He turned the corner at speed and almost collided with Belle, her eyes widening as she put out an arm to stop him.

“Stirling!” she said. “Slow down! Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” he gasped. “What - what are you doing here? Are you sick?”

“I’m fine,” she said assuredly. “Everything’s fine.”

“But - Zelena said you’d been rushed in, that you were seeing a doctor…”

He flailed, trying to gather his thoughts into something coherent. Belle put a hand on his arm, smiling up at him, and at once her touch seemed to calm him, to ground him.

“Stirling,” she said gently. “Yes, I did need to see a doctor, but I’m fine, really. And you should learn not to take any notice of Zelena. She always pushes your buttons when you’re stressed.”

“Right.” He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a little better. “Right. So you’re not sick?”

“I’m not sick,” she confirmed, and Gold felt anxiety drain out of him, leaving only relief and weariness in its wake.

“Good,” he said absently. “That’s good. What did the doctor say?”

Belle’s smile grew, and he wondered why he had only just noticed how radiant she looked. As though she was filled with light, with joy. With life.

“I’m pregnant,” she said. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Gold felt as though he’d been punched in the chest. He staggered back, hand gripping the handle of his cane to steady himself. She was beaming at him, and he could feel tears prick his eyes as his heart swelled with love for her. Belle stepped forward, hands sliding around his waist, and he reached up to cup her cheek, feeling his heart thumping hard in his chest.

“A baby?” he whispered. “We’re having a baby?”

“We are,” she said. “You’re going to be a father. How does that sound?”

Gold bent his head to kiss her, eager for the taste of her lips and the softness of her mouth. She melted into him with a tiny moan, and he pulled back gently, resting his forehead against hers as he breathed her in.

“It sounds wonderful,” he whispered. “It sounds perfect.”

#sprite's pandemic promptathon #fic: kiss of life #fic: early shift #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #my fic

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gasp-iwrotesomething · 4 years

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Hey could I maybe request Helena stopping mc from losing her temper and turning to the dark side? If you know what I mean. Like Helena manages to calm her or do something to help mc regain control of her temper

I think I know what you mean, anon! Basically, MC has the Witch Queen’s powers and she almost loses control of her temper and wreaks havoc; do correct me if I’m wrong though lol! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy, lovely!

Side note: This was a lot of fun to write in terms of experimenting with pacing and tone. I got to explore on how to convey the panic and rage that MC felt as the Witch Queen attempts to convince her to join her; and it’s helped me a lot! Thanks for giving me that chance, anon!

Summary: After a battle with the Witch Queen’s henchmen goes awry, Helena is faced with the dangerous task of bring MC back to her senses... before it’s too late.

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It was all too much for MC. First the illusion and now the mental taunting by the Witch Queen herself... Birthing a fake vision of Helena dying in this battle was hard enough but to hear the Witch Queen jeer about how worthless Helena was, how she’d be much happier serving the Witch Queen again... It had blood vessels bulging from her neck out of sheer fury. She could feel a cold chill rise in her chest, hungry to devour, making her heart beat with the desire for carnage--desire to spill blood, to shed power, to just devour...

“MC!”

The Chicagoan didn’t hear her lover’s desperate cry--drowned out by the Witch Queen’s dark words that wove a crown around her head; thorns of power that stung and nettled MC beyond what pain her skin could perceive. She wanted to thrash, to lash out, to scream in the Witch Queen’s face until she could no more but she couldn’t do anything at all. Paralyzed and engrossed in magic--magic that kissed her fingers blue and singed the air swathing her hands. Compulsion to release it, to flood the world with her cold abilities and avenge the hollowness within her--the hollowness that has been cursed to her for years and years... MC could sense the Witch Queen slithering within her head, gifting her perceptions that weren’t her own--ones that quivered a tale of lifelong loneliness. Of revenge, stained the color of blood from thousands and thousands. Like a drooling wolf about to sink its teeth into its prey, MC was famished without the treat of revenge--the cold, cold, callous feeling that made her head spin with gratification born from the sickest of minds.

Soon, MC wanted to see the world in shambles, painted maroon to match the fury that pattered and pattered and pattered within her chest--a hardened organ, colder than the most freezing winters--!

MC had to escape. She had to break free--fight off the Witch Queen. Don’t give in.

“You and I together could ruin the world, MC. Consider all of the power you could have if you just gave in--give in to me.”

But the Witch Queen’s alluring purr infected every thought and every space of her mind, blotting out the world around her and the thoughts that begged her to move. Feelings never felt by MC unfurl in her and the desire to wreck--to kill--grows unavoidable. Her teeth grit as she struggles to withhold herself, struggling to restrain the tense ball of ability that writhed and screamed to be released. Her eyes stung as they glared into nothing but air, her eyelids unable to shut despite the frivolous cold that bit them. She felt like her jaw would snap at any second with all of the pressure she instilled into it, her gums beginning to ache with the harsh press of teeth against teeth. MC couldn’t see what surrounded her beyond the illusion of the Witch Queen’s throne and the wiseacre herself seated cockily on the very throne. The battle encircling her became white noise in the face of the Witch Queen’s voice; asserting thoughts of beauty and wisdom and eternal power that weren’t ones MC would ever think in a right state of mind. The Witch Queen had her collared--bound to her very hands like her most loyal of pets--and kept a vice grip on the leash that kept MC there, kneeling before a woman too vile to worship. MC wished she was actually in the throne room--so she could deflect these feelings and be the karma that would inevitably bite the Witch Queen where it hurt most; her nobility.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it feels like to be feared by all? A simple glare would have the weakest falling to her feet, begging for forgiveness. You could be what they hide from--what they see in their nightmares and hope they’re asleep. Join me and you’ll never feel inferior again; you’ll be the one who makes everyone else inferior to you, MC.”

The Witch Queen taunts and MC cracks under her fierce ministrations--a splinter flutters away from her self-control and that’s the invitation that lures the Witch Queen in, her icy face of cruelty materializing in MC’s conscious-!

“MC! My love, please come back to me! Don’t listen to her--don’t let her fool you!”

Helena’s voice--a harp strung over the roars of a raging storm--fills MC’s ears and her hands--the softest remedy to harmonize MC’s skin--grip MC’s forearms desperately. Tears shimmer in her blue eyes as she shakes MC; first gently, then more aggressively as her fear amounts. “No! Come to me, MC, listen to me--your queen!” The Witch Queen shrieks as her grasp on MC begins to slip--the subservience of her prey chipping away into dominance and reign. MC felt her senses unravel and loosen, kissing away the numbness that plagued her body and the lost perception of the world around her is recovered. When her eyes lose their clouded shine, MC finds herself face to face with an ocean of sorrow, of empathy--of love that hurt to glare at. Helena’s ivory fingers were cupping MC’s face, her fingertips grazing the inches of skin just behind her ears. Her mouth--the color of bruises a day after infliction--is avidly moving, her teeth glimpses of white flashing that seemed to match the snow around them. Words fell on MC’s deaf ears as the Witch Queen shrieks once again, her presence an insect wandering around the depths of her head. MC shuddered as the Witch Queen, finally, withdrew and she crumpled; frail and bleak in comparison to Helena’s tall solidity. “MC, my love, are you-?!” Helena’s sentence doesn’t finish as her arms tighten around MC, dragging the sorceress down into the snow along with the weakened MC.

Her grey eyes had no shine; rather glimmered from the sun’s holy rays as snow soundly fell around them--gentle feathers falling to the ground. “MC, MC! Stay with me, darling, hold yourself to the sound of my voice!” The sorceress demands as a hand leaves her face to cup the back of her head, her pale fingers engrossed in strands of raven that were satiny and glossy like that of a raven’s plucked feather. Helena’s eyes glinted with tears and she clutched MC close like she was the antidote to a disease yet unknown--hugging her as if her warming presence was the sole barricade to isolate MC from the Witch Queen’s cruel grasp. Around them, the battle had ceased and no longer was the snow complimented with the icy blue armor of the Witch Queen’s soldiers. It was only Helena and MC, curled in with each other, allowing their clothes to soak up the snow’s moisture. Now that she can perceive the world around her, MC notices that her breathing is ragged and hoarse and heaves her chest each intake and exhale she did. She felt weak--defeated and seamless--only held together by the adhesive of Helena’s certain arms. “Can you hear me?” Helena croons, desperation clawing her voice, roughening the silk into rags. “MC, do you hear the sound of my voice? Has she taken you from me?” The skips of her heartbeat turn into scuffled hops, the metaphorical knees of each beat scratched raw with the emotion that paved the organ’s staccato.

Weakly, and with every ounce of energy MC could muster, MC whispers, “No one... can take me from you, Helena.”

Immediately, the sorceress’ channel of helpless sorrow purls into a charging river of rejoicing blue and she meticulously gathers MC against her chest in a solemn yet relieved embrace. MC’s arms limply sling around Helena’s back, sensing the hiccups that wrack her body as she cries--her depression harmonizing into intense joy. “Thank you, my love,” Helena murmurs into the wetting patch of fabric on MC’s shoulder, the words all pouring from her like a fountain of love all wished to life by a prayer, “my strong, strong, wonderful love.”

MC’s eyes sting and she grips Helena tighter, wishing the Witch Queen would fuck off for the rest of eternity so that she could stay enthralled in Helena’s arms, safe from harm...

Forever.

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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Together

This little piece is for @ak47stylegirl who has been having a bad time recently. Hopefully this will bring you a little smile when you wake up in the morning ::hugs::

-o-o-o-

Scott came home exhausted.

Sure, ultimately, he had had John on board and the mission had been a success, but still flying Thunderbird Three was very different from flying Thunderbird One.

The system dumped him in the locker room and he dragged himself into a shower and into his clothes.

“Scott?”

The voice out of nowhere scared his adrenal glands into sudden production and he let out a decidedly high-pitched yelp.

A lump moved on the circular lounge and he stumbled backwards.

It really was a sign of exactly how exhausted he was.

“You okay?” The voice was small and tentative and...decidedly snotty.

“Alan? What the hell are you doing up?! You should be asleep.”

“Wanted to wait for you.”

His heart began to slow, its frantic beating still loud in his ears. “Does Grandma know you’re up?”

“Nooo.”

Scott sighed. This is why he had grey hair. Little brothers. He ran a hand across his face. “Why are you still awake? You need your sleep to recover. The doctor was very adamant about that.”

“I am resting. Just on the couch.” A sniffle. “I was worried about you.”

Scott let his shoulders drop and lifted his arm, drawing his little brother close. “You’re getting better. It won’t be much longer.”

He received a grunt for that.

There had been a mad dash to hospital after that. Two scorched the lawn in the reserve opposite the Auckland Hospital...again. One of these days, they would give iR a reserved space to land. It would save Scott from having to pay for extra greenskeepers every damn time there was an emergency.

Virgil had been beside himself and Scott worried out of his mind. All the brothers had gathered terrified that they were about to lose their youngest.

There had been tears.

And Alan slowly, ever so slowly, started getting better.

But it had been terrifying.

So Alan was under general moddle-coddling and if Grandma found him out here in the middle of the night there would be all hell to pay.

Scott understood his little brother’s reasoning though.

It was his ‘bird and he wasn’t flying.

“She performed perfectly.”

“Didn’t expect she wouldn’t.” His brother snuggled into his side, the sixteen-year-old reduced to six-year-old behaviour by his illness. “Was lonely.”

“Oh.” Scott tightened his hold.

With Virgil and Gordon out on a mission, the house would be quiet.

“Are they okay?”

“They were when I dropped off John. He would let us know if there were any problems.” Didn’t stop Scott from wanting to double check anyway. Hence his presence in the lounge.

“Can we watch?”

Scott blinked. “I guess so.”

Fumbling in the dark, he found the ‘projector remote and hit the on button. “John?”

John stared at them a moment. “Okay. FAB.”

His holographic form flickered out to be replaced by a view from Two’s external camera. Virgil walked past covered in mud yelling at someone.

“They look exhausted.”

“It was a nasty rescue. Far too many people died.”

“But they made a difference, didn’t they?” It was a child-like question that they both knew the answer to, but Alan had asked it anyway.

“Yes, they made a difference. Two hundred and three people hauled alive out of the mud today because of International Rescue.”

“We do good.”

“Yeah, we do.”

On the ‘projector both brothers jumped as if a voice had come from above. Which it had since both Two’s camera and external speaker were a considerable distance over their heads.

“Mission complete, Tracy Island. Working through clean up. Estimated departure, ten minutes.” At least Virgil managed to regain most of his composure.

“Good. Now stop mucking around and drag your tired butts home.”

Scott hit the kill switch and the room fell into darkness once again.

“They’ll be home soon.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Closing his eyes, Scott revelled in having this moment, of not being denied it, of having another chance.

A moment where exhaustion and relief met and he drifted away.

-o-o-o-

Neither stirred at all.

Miracles were possible.

Virgil smiled before tiptoeing out and leaving them there in the moonlight.

Together.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Alan Tracy

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kookiesjar · 4 years

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Takane No Hana Part 1

Hello, I’m back from the dead. Will soon comeback with BTS x Reader fics but I really wanted to get this out. Enjoy ~

Summary: Hanahaki disease is an illness from a one-sided love. Patients will cough up petals in earlier stages and at later stages they will cough up whole flowers. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.It all began with a single petal. Taehyung has been diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease and the longer he goes on loving Jungkook, the more the pain of a one-sided love grows inside him. Who knew loving could be so deadly.

Word Count: 3148

Part 1 of 3

Genre: Angst. Tragic Romance

When it first began, Taehyung was choking inside the library’s bathroom stall. He coughed violently when he felt it first come up. Tears streaked down his face as he stared at the toilet water. Many thoughts ran through his head, he wanted to understand why he suddenly felt so sick. Did he catch a new strain of the flu? What his body had been trying to expel finally came out, dancing in the air slowly as it made its way into the toilet bowl. Floating on the toilet water was a single lilac petal. Taehyung began to laugh hysterically. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom stall; Jimin watched him with eyes wide open as he came out.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worry laced in his voice for his best friend. Taehyung shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he replied. Jimin continued to stare at his best friend. There was something off about Taehyung when he walked out of the bathroom stall, but he knew he would eventually tell him when he was ready. Taehyung lightly pounded on his chest, as there was a dull uncomfortable but bearable pain every time he breathed in. He cleared his throat, grabbing water with his palms and rinsing his mouth. It tasted like a flower.

Taehyung grabbed his bag and quickly got up, he wanted to escape the room before he bumped into Jungkook. He didn’t know when it was that he fell in love with him. He didn’t know how he fell in love with him. He was only ever supposed to be just a brother to him. Much to his dismay, Jungkook approached Taehyung with a wide grin on his face and his girlfriend right beside him. She was smaller than Jungkook and beautiful to top it all off. Most importantly, she somehow managed to make Jungkook shine brighter and vice versa. Taehyung smiled at them both. There it was again, the stabbing dull ache everytime he breathed in. The pain was growing inside him. He tried his best to keep his composure so as not to call attention to himself.

“Hyung, we were thinking of going to eat, do you wanna go?” Jungkook offered. Taehyung’s vision began to blur as he stared at their hands clasped together.

“What the hell,” was the last thing Taehyung managed to say before he collapsed. Everything went dark and cold.

In Taehyung’s unconsciousness, he relived the day Jungkook told him he loved his girlfriend, over and over. That’s when the petal incident happened. He immediately felt nauseous and had to run to the bathroom, he never knew a pain so painful. The thing is, he didn’t know when he fell in love with Jungkook. They’ve known each other since they were children, but the sight of Jungkook’s happy smile and eye smiles when he said he loved her. It tore Taehyung into pieces.

Taehyung gasped in the air as he woke up. A big warm hand held tightly onto his. It was Jungkook. The younger was soundly asleep, laying his head on the bed to rest momentarily. His heart was at peace at the moment, but the pain in his chest did not subside. There was a knock at the door, causing Jungkook to jump up and wipe the drool of his cheek. Taehyung chuckled as the doctor walked in.

“How are you feeling there?” the doctor inquired. Taehyung gave him a small smile, with Jungkook here, he didn’t know whether to lie or not.

“I’ve got a little chest pain,” it was a half truth. The pain was slowly starting to grow in him, making it hard to breathe. The doctor nodded.

“Do you have someone responsible over you? A parent? Relative?” the doctor questioned. Taehyung nodded, on his records for everything it was Jimin. Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. Jimin slid the hospital room door open.

“Tae, are you okay?” he cried. Taehyung’s eyes went wide with worry. He wouldn’t be able to hide this from Jimin for long, it was bound to come out. He knew he had to tell him today. Jungkook stood up from his seat, allowing Jimin to sit there.

“Min, I’m fine,” Taehyung reassured his best friend. The doctor turned to the both of them with x-ray scans. Jungkook’s doe eyes went wide as he caught a glimpse of the scan before the doctor asked him to leave the room. Flowers were growing inside of him. Jungkook took his leave and leaned against the wall next to the door, he wanted to try to eavesdrop. There was only one question on his mind, who was Taehyung in love with? Jimin began to sob as he saw the x-rays. A single flower was growing in Taehyung’s left lung, it was a death sentence. The three of them knew.

“Taehyung has Hanahaki,” the doctor explained to Jimin, as Taehyung was still slightly high on pain medication. Jimin shook his head in denial, there was no way that could be it; Taehyung never once mentioned anyone to him. Realization hit Jimin when he remembered the day at the library. It was Jungkook.

“Hanahaki is a very common disease but also deadly if you leave it be. In your case Taehyung you are still in the first stages. You can get it surgically removed but as you both may know, that will also mean the loss of romantic feelings for the person,” the doctor explained. Jimin immediately knew he wanted Taehyung to get surgery, but he also knew Taehyung hated it when others made decisions for him. He turned to Taehyung, giving him the chance to make up his mind for himself.

“Most times, we will give you time to think about what course you want to take but I want you to know if things do not work out, it will 100% kill you,” the doctor stated, sighed and continued, “I recommend surgery as soon as possible.” Taehyung shook his head fervently. Jimin observed Taehyung intensely, waiting on his answer.

“I know, Min. I’m endangering my life, but I want to cherish these feelings at least a little longer before I get surgery,” Taehyung explained. Jimin frowned, he didn’t agree but if it was what his best friend wanted, he couldn’t say no. The doctor turned to Jimin for an answer on the course to take.

“We’ll wait,” Jimin agreed. The doctor nodded and wrote on his clipboard.

“I will prescribe you pain medication to help with your chest discomfort, I do warn though it does not make the pain go away. It only subsides it slightly,” the doctor informed them both before he walked out of the room to give them both privacy. Jungkook cleared his throat to announce his entrance, the air hanging heavy in the room. Taehyung looked up and smiled at him. Jimin couldn’t stand to face him at the moment, there was an anger fueling in him towards the boy.

“So, are you going to be okay?” Jungkook asked. He knew the answer to that, what he really wanted to ask was if he was going to get surgery. Jungkook just didn’t feel it was right to ask or to even leave the slightest hint that he had a clue about what was going on yet. He wanted Taehyung to tell him himself. It ached his chest to see Taehyung give him his usual boxy smile.

“I’m perfectly fine, just bad heartburn,” Taehyung lied. He knew love was painful, he just didn’t think it would quite literally kill him. Jungkook surveyed Taehyung’s face, he knew he was lying, he just didn’t know why he wouldn’t tell him the truth. It kind of irritated him, because he didn’t know why he had to be kept from the truth as if he were still a little kid.

“If you say so,” Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he stomped out of the hospital room. Jimin got up, ready to give him an earful but Taehyung grabbed his arm before he could get any further.

“It’s okay,” Taehyung said, “Let him go. It’s better if he doesn’t know.” Jimin turned back at him, eyebrows raised.

“What do you mean? You’re not going to tell him?” Jimin asked. Taehyung shook his head slowly. It’s better if he doesn’t know, he thinks to himself. It would just further complicate things.

Taehyung dropped on his bed, stuffing his face in his pillow. He hadn’t seen Jungkook in a week. He was also starting to get used to the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. There was a light rapping on his door. Jimin walked in with his medication and a cup of water. Sometimes Jimin made Taehyung feel like a child, not that he minded, it was nice to be taken care of sometimes. Taehyung placed the two small pills in his mouth and swallowed.

“Do they make you feel better?” Jimin asked curiously. Taehyung gave him a small shrug, they didn’t really do much for him besides subdue the pain a little less. At least he didn’t constantly feel like he was choking.

“Have you talked to Jungkook?” Taehyung wondered. His best friend shook his head sadly. Neither of them had seen the younger and Jungkook hadn’t bothered to come visit to see if Taehyung was okay. It stung at Taehyung’s wounds to know that maybe in fact Jungkook didn’t even at least love him as a friend or older brother. He was starting to feel like he was nothing to Jungkook.

“You have to go to the hospital tomorrow right, do you want me to go with you?” Jimin offered. Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head, he was alright going on his own. He didn’t want to feel more like a burden to his best friend.

Taehyung stepped into the hospital room, a cold gust of wind hit his chest causing him to cough uncontrollably and cough up a petal. He quickly shoved it in his pocket, scoffing in disgust. Sure, he wanted to cherish his love for Jungkook but he just hated coughing up petals in public, it was embarrassing. The hospital smelled of disinfectant. He never felt anything towards hospitals but lately it was a different story, because the hospital to him was synonymous to bad news. There really wasn’t much for the doctor to tell him other than he was closer to death with each passing minute. He walked up to the reception desk and beamed at the nurse. The nurse checked him in and sent him on his way to the doctor. He let out a loud sigh and gazed at the white tiling. He really didn’t want to hear what the doctor had to say, there was nothing to say. The flowers are growing. They’re going to continue growing and there was no way to get Jungkook to fall in love with him because Jungkook has a girlfriend and has also been avoiding him like a plague. His thoughts were killing him more than the flowers in this silence. The doctor called Taehyung in.

“How are you feeling?” the doctor asked him per protocol.

“My chest is fine, the medication is helping tremendously,” Taehyung answered. The doctor shook his head, that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

“No, I mean how are you doing?” he asked again.

“I don’t know. I know in the end I am going to get surgery but I don’t think I can wrap my head around a life without loving him…” Taehyung trailed off. The doctor nodded. That was always the case with most patients, it wasn’t anything new to him. Humans were built to love, to take that love away would deprive them of feeling human.

Taehyung walked out of the appointment feeling even more listless. The doctor recommended him to go to therapy for help and then sent him off to pick up his prescription. Taehyung ruffled his hair, frustrated that he was even in this situation to begin with. During his fit he accidentally bumped into another man. He was small but he had a cold piercing gaze and a confidence that Taehyung could never match up to.

“Watch where you’re going,” the man hissed at him. Taehyung backed up, hands in the air.

“Sorry, I’m just here to pick up my prescription,” Taehyung explained, showing him the paper. The man’s gaze fell and his face softened. He showed Taehyung his prescription. They were the same.

After picking up their prescriptions, the two sat together outside the hospital to talk and confide in each other. It was easier to talk to someone who understood you. Taehyung handed the man a cola can.

“My name is Yoongi by the way,” he introduced himself. Taehyung gave him a small smile and introduced himself too. They sat in silence for a minute, understanding the situation the two were in and empathizing with each other. There was no feeling more painful than feeling suffocated by your own love for someone.

“How long have you had it?” Taehyung finally asked. He had secretly been dying to know, especially because Hanahaki advanced quickly. Yoongi took a sip of the cola and looked up at the sky. The weather was perfect today to spend with your significant other.

“My love for him is finding roots in my lungs,” Yoongi began. Taehyung’s eyes went wide, realizing how advanced Yoongi was. He has clearly had it for a while already, much longer than Taehyung. Yoongi looked at Taehyung and gave him a gummy grin to reassure him. Whenever he told people what stage he was in, they would begin to pity him.

“It’s a pitable disease,” Yoongi stated. Taehyung crushed the can in his hand, his heart could only wish to do the same for his feelings towards Jungkook.

“You’d think that people would be smarter and not continue falling for people who don’t love them back…” Yoongi ranted. Taehyung looked up from the can in his hand and watched Yoongi. It was a pitiable disease. Pitiable because it’s inevitable to fall in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

“You can’t control your feelings,” Taehyung claimed. Yoongi shook his head. He observed the ground, something he found himself doing often lately. He knew that we are not able to control our feelings, but you’d think… the heart would be smarter about it so as to avoid such a painful death. You’d think the body would want to survive more than anything, but it allows something like unreciprocated love to kill it. Taehyung breathed in deeply, catching Yoongi’s attention, worry glazed over his eyes.

“This love I have, it’s consuming me… and I don’t know what to do,” Taehyung despaired. Yoongi took Taehyung’s hands in his. His eyes pierced Taehyung’s.

“Love is supposed to be something great. You know, like the ones out of the movies. Where they love each other limitlessly and the only thing getting in their way is their parents. It’s not supposed to hurt, at least not like this. But we’re idiots Taehyung. We love people who could never love us back. Only a miracle could save us. There is nothing you can do,” Yoongi sighed. Taehyung let his head hang. Yoongi was right, there was nothing he could do.

Yoongi dropped his prescription bag on the table. There was an extra pair of shoes in the cubicles in front of his front door. They were most definitely Hoseok’s. He opened his prescription bottle and popped the pills in his mouth as soon as Hoseok walked in with a glass of water. Hoseok made sure he never missed a beat to take care of Yoongi, but Yoongi knew he did it out of guilt. He selfishly accepted it, because at least he knew Hoseok cared one way or another. At this point, Yoongi was grasping onto straws in hopes that Hoseok would love him back eventually.

“You wouldn’t have to take these pills if you would just get the surgery you know,” Hoseok began. Yoongi furiously shook his head at Hoseok. If he were in this position then he would understand Yoongi’s predicament.

“No, not yet. What if you do end up falling in love with me and I miss the chance to finally be mutually in love,” as soon as those words slipped out his mouth he began to cough harshly into his hand. Hoseok ran up to Yoongi, worry written on his face. Yoongi pulled his hand away from his mouth, his pale palm was now red. He quickly hid it from Hoseok whose eyes were already wide with fear. They both knew if he waited any longer he could die. Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Please, please get surgery. I’m not worth your life,” Hoseok begged. Tears began to silently stream down Yoongi’s cheeks. There was no way he was going to get surgery yet.

“No, I’m going to hold out ‘till the last minute, just in case by a miracle you fall in love with me,” Yoongi proclaimed. Hoseok sighed, the guilt was eating away at him that Yoongi’s life was basically in his hands. They stood in each other’s arms in silence for what felt like eternity.

“Fine,” Hoseok finally agreed.

Taehyung lounged on the couch as Jimin warmed up tea for him. Still no sign of Jungkook. There was a deafening silence that filled the house with Jungkook’s absence, it was something Taehyung couldn’t get used to. Jimin handed him his cup of tea and took a seat next to him. Jimin attempted to make conversation with Taehyung but his head was in the clouds. There had been two questions constantly bothering Taehyung, the first was why he never noticed he loved Jungkook and the second was he wanted to know when he first fell in love with Jungkook. Was it when they first met or was it when Jungkook who was really shy first smiled at him. He thinks it was neither of those, but the day that Taehyung was being bullied by his peers and Jungkook came running to his rescue. Taehyung was ten and Jungkook was eight, it didn’t matter how much younger Jungkook was than Taehyung, he was always much cooler than him. Taehyung began to think that it was a good thing that Hanahaki only ever really affected teenagers and adults, or else he would’ve died at an early age. There was just really no way not to fall in love with Jungkook. He was great and he was him. Taehyung’s thoughts were interrupted by his cough, it sounded like he was going to cough up a lung. It wasn’t a lung he coughed up, but a whole flower. A mallow flower. Jimin looked at the flower that was on Taehyung’s lap and then back up at his best friend.

“You have to get surgery soon or you’re going to die,” Jimin asserted.

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Part 2.

#genre: angst #taekook #taekook scenarios #taekook fic #taehyung #jungkook #bangtan scenarios #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts fanfction #bangtan fanfic #taekook fanfic #tknhh

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aisling-beatha · 5 years

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You were never gone [SFW]

A standalone story #2

Based on a request by @mindfreakswaggy :

So one of my favorite things to see is when Daryl reunited with carol and gets hella emotional😩 so can you do one where the reader and Daryl are close around season one, ending up having a crush on each other and gets split up when it’s overrun and the reader ends up reuniting with the group at Alexandria and they’re all back together??

A/N: I got carried away, sorry. What was supposed to be a short drabble, turned into a standalone story. Moreover, I took the events a little bit further than s1, hope you don’t mind! Also, let me know if any of you want to be tagged in my future works.

P.S. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

The Walking Dead | Daryl Dixon X Reader

You met when Dixon brothers appeared at your quarry camp one day. Daryl’s quiet and observant nature caught your attention right away. He wasn’t like the other men in your group, not like Shane or Glenn, but neither was he the same with his brother. Merle Dixon was an asshole. While Daryl mostly looked like a wild animal locked in the cage.

He watched your people with squinted eyes, never letting anyone come closer or touch him. He didn’t talk to any of you but argued with his brother. You saw them bickering a few times, but even then he wasn’t the one starting the fight. He followed his brother anywhere and everywhere he’d go, never saying anything, while Merle did whatever he wanted, mocking Daryl, calling him names, not giving a shit about his brother. And you didn’t get it.

Though Shane let the brothers stay, everyone kept their distance from them. Merle was rough and even violent but Daryl constantly provided for the group, going hunting, so nobody could find the courage to make them leave. Daryl was strong, smart. He was a survivor. And every time you watched him, you couldn’t help but think that he was practically built for this world. His hunting and tracking skills made him fast and silent, and his ability to shoot a crossbow made him one of few who could protect themselves in the world like that.

You never really spoke to Daryl, only making sure both his brother and he had food and a spot to sleep on, which always resulted in Merle constantly teasing and catcalling you. Daryl, though, never said a single word. But once that new guy, Rick Grimes, joined your group and Merle went missing, you felt the urge to somehow support him, to tell him, it was gonna be okay. Everybody had lost something or someone. Now, you had to stick together to survive, and that meant being there for each other when one needed it. With Merle sticking around it was simply impossible. But once he was gone, you felt like it was the right time. What you didn’t expect was Daryl snapping and shouting at you, basically telling you to back off.

Even without his brother Daryl wasn’t friendly, he wasn’t open about his feelings and that made him a damn mystery you couldn’t help but wanted to solve. Though, while you tried your best to know him, Daryl seemed to hate you.

When everything started to go south, your relationship seemed to change though. Your camp was overrun. Amy died. Jim was bitten. And Carol had to kill her husband. You lost control over the situation. That’s when the realization of how scary the world had become dwelled on you.

You were sitting on the ground, Sophia sleeping on your lap. The poor girl had been crying for hours before she finally dozed off in your arms from exhaustion. Carol needed time to calm down too, so you decided to look after the kid on your own, though your mind was a mess too. You still couldn’t believe that they died. You knew Amy and her sister right from the start of your group, Ed too, though you never liked him. And now they were gone. Jim was going to die too, as he was getting worse in a matter of hours. You couldn’t help a shudder running down your spine. How you were even supposed to survive? You barely made it out alive that night and there were more nights like that coming.

You were lost in your thoughts, watching Glenn and Rick drawing geeks’ bodies to the pile. Somebody insisted on burning them. A gruff voice coming from behind made you jump.

“Ya a’right?”

You didn’t believe your eyes, as you blankly stared at Daryl. He was standing a few steps away from you, watching you with narrowed eyes, though he didn’t seem hostile or mad.

You shrugged, looking at Sophia. She lightly stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake up. You were afraid she wasn’t gonna pull through after what happened.

“What are we going to do?” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

“Rick wants to keep going. Head to Atlanta”

You frowned, “What for?”

“CDC” he muttered, looking closely at you.

Center for Disease Control, right. That could be your second chance.

You hadn’t thought of it before, but now with Daryl mentioning that to you, you felt hope rising in your heart. Maybe you could make it out alive, maybe there still were doctors, maybe the cure existed. In that case, Jim could still be saved. The thought of it made you smile and pull Sophia closer to you. You wanted to ask Daryl whether he was alright too but it was too late, you saw him already walking away.

His sudden behavior surprised you. He never talked to you, let alone checking on you. But something in his voice made you think he actually cared. But more than that, it made you think that maybe all of your attempts weren’t a waste.

***

Jim died. He killed himself with a gun that Rick had given him, before you could get to CDC. You didn’t think it could be any worse.

Sophia was clutching into you, shaking and crying when you were staying in front of the metal doors, walkers surrounding you. Shane and Daryl were shooting dead ones one after another while Rick was trying to reach out to anyone alive behind those doors. And you couldn’t stop tears of relief streaming down your face when you finally made it in. That’s when you caught Daryl looking at you. He did that on the stops during your ride too, watching you closely, much rarely asking if you were doing okay. It wasn’t much but you were grateful for those tiny pieces of conversation you had. You finally felt like Daryl was one of you, despite Shane trying to prove the exact opposite. And Daryl seemed to get that as well.

No matter how hard he tried or wanted to, he couldn’t explain it to himself why it bothered him so much. Merle was gone and he had every right to leave your group behind, to be on his own as he had always been. But he didn’t leave. Instead, he started watching you. You were one of few, if not the only, who still tried to know him. Ever since Dixons joined the group, everyone seemed to be afraid of them, never talking, always avoiding them. And Daryl was a-okay with that. But then you started talking to him. You were bringing dinner, always making sure both he and Merle had enough to be able to go hunting the next morning, you’d make sure both of them would come back to the camp uninjured.

You had always been kind. You cared. And Daryl didn’t understand why. No one ever cared for him, and even his elder brother, if he cared, did it in a special, sometimes cruel manner. So when, after Merle's disappearance, you tried to talk to him, Daryl didn’t know where to go. He was afraid. And your behavior made him want to go into the woods and never come back. Daryl honestly wanted to. But then for some reason, he’d remember your sad eyes, looking after him, and again he’d go back.

Merle saw the changes in his brother and didn’t miss the opportunity to poke or make fun of him. But when Merle no longer hung around, Daryl suddenly felt completely vulnerable in a vast expanse. That night when your camp was overrun, Daryl found himself unconsciously looking for you in the crowd of people and the dead. Hoping you were safe.

He was drawn to you like a magnet, and he couldn’t stop. Every time he saw you caring for Sofia, or helping other women in the group when you laughed and smiled, his heart would skip a beat. Daryl still couldn’t solve one simple riddle. He still couldn’t understand why you weren’t afraid of him. Why didn't you hate him?

***

As they say, nothing lasts forever and the CDC was left behind.

When Dr. Jenner revealed all the cards, when the truth came out, it seemed to you that the earth had gone from under your feet. Everything you aspired to turned out to be a lie. There was no magic cure for the virus. No one and nothing could save those who were infected.

For a second, when the CDC building started the process of self-destruction, you wanted to stay. Like Jackie did. Everything seemed meaningless.

And exactly when only seconds were left before the explosion, Daryl was there. He tugged at your hand, dragging you behind him. The blast wave subsequently threw both of you through a broken window. Daryl, not knowing why himself, saved your life.

It was strange and impossible, but you and Daryl got closer after that, while you were on the road. Daryl looked after you every time you made the next stop. And you kept wondering why he had saved you. You still barely spoke, but even the silence between you now felt differently. You trusted him. And Daryl seemed calmer when he was around you.

Then Sofia disappeared. A common tragedy made you join others to find her. And no matter how Daryl was indignant, you still followed him into the forest, feeling incredibly guilty. You hadn’t watched her. You didn’t save the girl. And Daryl seemed to read you like an open book.

‘’s not your fault” he once said when your group was left far behind and the two of you went forward.

Then Carl was shot. You found Greene farm. Renewed your searches for Sofia. Daryl almost died in the forest when he fell on his own bolt. The barn full of the dead. Sofia….

You didn’t think it could be worse. Carol hadn’t been leaving the house for days. And you still couldn’t fall asleep. You were coming to Daryl at night. There, where he put his camp away from everyone. But even then you couldn’t fall asleep. Daryl's gaze, full of malice and guilt, was imprinted in your memory, making your heart hurt mercilessly.

And again you were forced to flee. The farm has fallen. Patricia was torn apart right in front of you. Andrea never made it back. You barely made it out alive.

On the road, things got worse. The nights got colder, there were more and more of walkers stumbling their way to you.

On especially chilly nights, when you couldn’t stop the trembling in your body, you were coming to him again, lying down closely next to him. And Daryl allowed. He no longer flinched at your touch, didn’t scowl, didn’t sneer. He just looked like a beaten dog who didn’t understand how could anyone love him.

You realized that you were falling for him by the time you occupied the prison. You were almost physically hurt by the fact that Daryl didn’t see, didn’t understand why he was loved. He would run off to the forest in the morning, spending most of his time hunting. The only people he allowed closer were Rick, Carol, and you. He scowled at the others with an unkind grin, as if expecting the worst.

He was different with you. He was soft and vulnerable. For all the time that you were together, Daryl had never let anyone get so close to his soul. You made him open up. You made him feel something that he couldn't explain at all. He was afraid of these feelings to the point of weakness in his knees. Like a wild beast afraid of fire. But he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to.

He was coming into your cell at night, sitting down, and sometimes lying on the floor, listening to your stories about life from before.

And on especially cold nights, when you were left alone at the guard tower, he would come to keep you company. He always came, no matter how much he got tired after hunting or a recent supple run.

Daryl often gave you his poncho. And each time he saw you wearing it, his heart did strange things in his chest. Something that heart shouldn’t do. He let you fall asleep on his shoulder; because very soon Daryl realized that there was nothing more beautiful than your sleepy and slightly gloomy face when you wake up. Well, perhaps only your calm face, when you’d accidentally fall asleep on his chest, curled next to his side.

And most of all, Daryl was afraid that sooner or later you would leave. Come to your senses. Remember who he was. And you would never talk to him again. Daryl figured he wouldn’t have pulled through if that ever happened.

***

Virus. Cold. War with the Governor. Hershel. Merle. Fucking freak Merle...

The prison fell before you could even enjoy having the roof over your head. Daryl saw you in one instant, in another - you were gone. He ran after Beth, looking around, again and again, screaming your name. But the answer was nothing. He returned there a few days later, only to find your handkerchief, which you so loved to tie on your wrist, and to understand that you were gone. Right from that moment, Daryl knew he was a goner.

***

You didn’t know how much time you had been wandering from one place to another. A few weeks? A month? A whole year? It felt like infinity and you were completely alone.

The pistol you had found ran out of bullets a long time ago and was useless. You were beyond exhausted, starving, weak. After the prison, you managed to join a group of survivors but they didn’t last long. You were surprised they even made it that far. Since then, you were alone. Going from one town to another, hoping it wouldn’t be overrun and plunderers hadn’t got their hands on it yet.

One day would slowly turn into another, as it was the same scenario. As time passed, you learned that it was no longer safe to stay the night on the ground in your state. Now you’d climb a tree, your hands bleeding and in bruises, prop yourself against its trunk, tying the rope you had found around your middle to keep you in place. That was the closest to safety you could provide to yourself. You were too weak to fight off a group of five, let alone larger herds. You couldn’t run either. So instead of risking, you’d stay in that position for hours, letting yourself fall back in and out of conciseness.

Your situation came to the worst when you ran out of all canned goods and water you’d managed to scavenge. And right when you felt the panic overwhelming you, you saw it. The gates.

“Alexandria Safe Zone. Mercy for the lost. Vengeance for the plunderers”

You stumbled to the doors, feeling your heart beating somewhere in your throat. If that wasn’t your chance, then you could already consider yourself dead. You wouldn’t last any longer. You saw a slight movement on one of the guard posts. It was so invisible, blink-and-you-miss-it kind of shit. But you saw it and cried without thinking twice, calling for whoever was there.

“Who’s that?” you heard man’s voice from inside, and you almost died right here and then. It had been too long since you heard anyone’s else voice.

“Please!” you begged your voice hoarse, scratching down your throat. “Please, help me!”

Silence followed. You tried again. And then again. But nothing happened. Whoever was behind those walls seemed to disappear.

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you fell on your knees, hitting the ground with your fists, screaming from pain and desolation. It could not be happening. After everything you had been through, you could go crazy, sure, but it couldn’t happen that way. You poisoned mind simply couldn’t give you hope only to take it away and destroy you to the bones.

Groaning and shuffling from behind made you turn around. Walkers were getting closer. Lots of them, they probably came to the sound of your cries. You whipped away your tears, glancing once again to the gates, getting up. Anger mixed with resentment and pain boiled your blood, as you pulled out your knife. Tears were still falling when you tried to get yourself together. You were barely holding on.

One of them got too close but fell on the ground before it could bite you, a katana stuck in his skull. You lifted your gaze from it just in time to see a woman practically screaming to your face, “Go. Now!”

You ran, grabbing your backpack, stumbling and almost tripping over. Once gone through the gates, you fell, your body giving in. You didn’t see people gathering around you, as you closed your eyes and the only thing you could do was whispering “thank you” over and over again.

“She can’t even stand!” somebody said.

Your hearing wasn’t good either; you thought you went deaf as suddenly all the noises became muffled by the sound of blood in your ears.

“Come on now. What’s your name?”

“Y/N… Name’s Y/N” you managed to say, finally opening your eyes. The same woman that saved your ass a few moments ago was now sitting in front of you. She watched you with squinted eyes, but then nodded, helping you to get up.

“Alright, Y/N, I’m gonna get you to the infirmary. You need medical attention”

You whispered another “thank you”, not trusting your voice anymore. You wanted to ask the woman for her name, but another voice didn’t let you do that.

“Michonne, are you alright? What’s going on here?”

Even with a sharp pain throbbing in your head, you managed to make out the words. You focused your misty eyes on the man approaching you. His voice all of the sudden was oddly familiar, and your eyes widened in pure shock as you stared at him once he was close enough.

“Rick?” you managed to say, your voice breaking.

Rick Grimes, who was standing in front of you, tilted his head, startled. He was taking in your features and you could tell the exact moment his expression turned from confusion to realization.

“Y/N?”

The next thing you knew, Rick was squeezing you in his embrace, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“Goddamn, how’s that even possible?” he muttered under his breath, nodding to the woman, whose name, you figured, was Michonne. “I’ll take her. She’s good”

Rick walked you down the place, his arm wrapped around your middle. He was glancing worryingly at you from time to time, clearly still shocked. As for you, you couldn’t believe it either. You made yourself believe that your family was long gone, and you’d never find them again. Ever. But here you were. Rick was flesh and bone present next to you.

Thoughts piled in your head, haunting. But no matter how much you wanted to ask about the place where you ended up, about how Rick got here, you felt like your head and your eyelids were becoming heavy with every minute from experienced emotions. You were on the verge of physical and emotional exhaustion. And the only thing that you still had some strength for was to move your legs so that Rick didn’t have to carry you on him.

“Shit, there’s so much I gotta ask you, but let’s get you to Doc first, alright?” Rick asked, seeing you nodding weakly. “You look like you gonna pass out.”

“Rick? The hell’s goin’ on, man?”

That was the last straw. Your knees simply couldn’t hold you any longer as you leaned on Rick completely.

That voice. After prison, you made yourself forget him forever. Thinking that he died, like the others. You heard him in your nightmares and the dead silence of the forest, losing your mind over and over again. And here it was again. You heard him again. Tears poured out of your eyes with new force, as soon as you raised them.

Daryl stood a few steps away from you and Rick. All the same vest with wings and a crossbow behind, unless his hair seemed much longer now.

He looked from you to Rick; his eyes were wide open as if he was afraid that if he closed them even for a moment, then everything would be gone.

“Daryl” you called, and that was enough for him to come out of his stupor.

Rick hardly had time to let go of you, when Daryl's body crashed into yours. He squeezed you in his arms. Pain with renewed vigor gripped your body, making you groan, but you couldn’t think of anything else but the heat radiating from the body in front of you.

You couldn’t help but started to cry again, bringing your arms to hesitantly hug him back. Daryl hid his face in the crook of your neck, his whole body shaking with quiet sobs. He pulled away from you, his arms never leaving your body, only to catch your eyes. His own were full of tears.

“I… I thought… the prison, it fell… and I…” you tried to bring yourself to talk, but there wasn’t enough air.

Daryl pulled you into him so that your head was pressed into his chest, stroking your hair with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around your back. His eyes were closed.

Daryl was a coward. But only in a sense that he couldn’t bring himself to open them again. For months now he had been thinking about you gone, and he couldn’t forgive himself. And now, just when he started to slowly lose his mind, you were back. Weak, pale, injured, but alive and back. Daryl was afraid to open his eyes only to find himself lying down in the bed in one of Alexandria’s houses. Alone.

“Brother” Rick’s soft voice brought him back to reality.

You closed your eyes, feeling how the darkness gradually enveloped everything around. Already in a semi-conscious state, you felt how Daryl picked you up in his arms. He made it so easily as if you didn’t weigh more than a child. You only managed to hug him by the neck, snuggling closer to his body when Daryl's quiet, hoarse voice pierced through.

“’M here. I gotcha. I gotcha, girl"

After that, everything sunk into the darkness.

***

You barely opened your eyes. Consciousness returned slowly and reluctantly. It took you a few minutes to finally come to your senses and remember the events of the previous day. Or a few days? Your heart started to beat faster.

You turned your head, a stupid smile immediately spread over your face. Daryl sat leaning in a chair next to the hospital bed you were lying on. His eyes were closed. One hand laid on his knees. The other held yours. His fingers were laced with yours.

You took the moment to look at his features. Daryl was still the same Daryl that you knew from the time of the camp near Atlanta. His hair was a little longer now, the circles under his eyes were darker, but he was still pretty darn cute.

You gently squeezed his hand in yours. Daryl instantly opened his eyes, straightening up in the chair and scanning the room for any danger. Only after a few seconds did his gaze finally fell on you.

“Y/N?”

You smiled weakly, still not trusting your voice, afraid to burst out crying the moment you say his name.

“Ya scared the shit outta me,” Daryl admitted. His hand never left yours as his thumb was rubbing circles on your skin.

“I’m sorry” you whispered back, shifting on the bed, Daryl instantly helping you to sit up.

His face was suddenly inches away from yours. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip at the thought of how long you’d wanted you to be together. How you wanted him to finally kiss you.

All your emotions and feelings were flooding back at you once you saw him.

Daryl fell quiet, he watched you as if trying to decide something in his mind.

But then, his hand was cupping your face so gently, as he leaned closer to you to the point where you could feel his breathing on your skin. Daryl searched for your eyes, giving you enough time and space to move away. Not like you wanted to.

And then finally, his lips touched yours.

You kissed as if the world ended on the two of you. As if it was your last day on Earth. And when you finally pulled away for air, Daryl tilted his head just the slightest so that his forehead touched yours.

“I’m back and I found you” you whispered to him, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

Daryl shook his head lightly, pulling you into him, hugging and whispering back, “Ya were never gone”.

A corner of your handkerchief was sticking out from the back pocket of his pants. The one you had dropped, trying to escape what you used to call your home.

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Sand And Scorched

♣ Maze Runner: Scorch trials Au

♣ Genre: Angst, Fluff? :3

♣ Warnings: Slight Alcohol, Partying, Make Out Session, Heart Break, Near Death.

♣ Pairing: Ten x female! reader

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"Alright, let's take a break" Mark exclaimed as the sky turned dark. You and the other survivors quickly sat down under the collapsed building, the remaining connecting bricks made a large roof over your heads.

You took a sip of the small water bottle you had with you, saving as much water as you could despite your exhaustion. Your eyes unconsciously wandered around your surroundings.

Sand. All you see is sand. Life was tough, you just escaped the maze you had tried to break out for 3 years. And now, here you are running away from what you once thought was freedom but was actually the place that kept you locked away.

You and the survivors did not know much exept the fact that the earth had been scorched by the sun and with that, comes a virus that contaminated the air by the sun's solar energy: the flare. None of you knew whether you were immune or not. But you had lost a few people and knew what the flare did if you weren't.

It's been four weeks since your inevitable escape, and it has been 3 weeks since Ten broke up with you. You didn't know why, but despite his actions his eyes didn't show the exact emotions he put in his words. You knew he still loved you as you loved him.

"Hey, n/n" Ten spoke up, attracting your attention as you wrapped a bandage around your friend's bitten leg. "Yeah?" you hummed, tying the bandage and zipping up your bag. "Can we talk?" he asked quietly, not meeting your gaze when you turned to look at him.

His jet black hair hid his eyes slightly, his hand reaching up to pull his scarf over his nose shyly. "Just a minute, I'm almost done" you smiled, wiping your hands with a dirty cloth. You got up and followed him to a place a bit further than the others who are resting.

The icy chill of the night wind sent shivers down your spine. As you walked, your hands brushed but Ten didn't make a move to intertwine your fingers like he usually did. As you finally got alone, you clasp your fingers together, "so, what do you want to talk about? " you asked with a tired smile. He could meet your eyes as he kept looking at is feet nervously.

"I think we should break up" he spoke, loud and clear for you to hear. Your eyes widened at his words. "What?" you blurted out, taken aback. "I want to break up" he spoke after an exasperated sigh, pulling his scarf below his mouth to make his voice sound more clearly.

"W-What? Why?" you stuttered, your chest aching. "I just... Do" he said simply, his voice drifting off nervously as he looked at the ground, abashed. "Can you at least give me a reason why you're leaving me?" you muttered, you could feel your eyes welling up.

"I... Don't think we're in a position to be a couple anymore. Or friends" he shrugged, avoiding your eyes. Your glossy eyes stared deep into his avoiding ones, you could see that his eyes were getting red. You couldn't speak, not when your heart was being torn apart like this.

He took a quick glance at you, before holding his head up and looked away. "I'm sorry, but it's for the best" he sniffed, his glossy eyes avoiding yours which were already red with tears streaming down your face. "Fine" you mumbled, your voice cracking as you walked away from him to get some time alone.

But as much as you tried, you couldn't get him back. He was too stubborn. Though, you have known each other for ages. You were also too stubborn to leave him be. "You're staring again" your best friend, Haneul, mumbled as she layed her back down against her saddlebag, using it as her pillow for the night.

"It's very abominable to see you two like this. And I was the one who kept throwing up at the sight of you two being lovey-dovey" Jisung chuckled, sitting next to Cheonsa who was already fast asleep due to exhaustion. "Shut up" you mumbled, nuzzling your face against the fuzzy hood of your coat.

"What? We're just stating facts. Just a month ago, you two were all over each other and now he wouldn't even spare you a glance." Jaemin rolled his eyes. You stood up, not wanting to listen to anymore of his words before walking towards Ten who was busy looking through his bag.

"Watcha doin?" you smiled softly. He gave a silent abstruse look before going back to checking his bag. You grabbed his water bottle which was beside you, handing it to him so he could put it in his bag.

He gave you an emotionless glare before hesitantly taking it from your hand, your fingers caressed each other as he took the bottle. "Well, isn't this environment just adaptable" you chuckled, looking around at the desert-like area.

"Hopefully we can get to SM District soon and finally get somewhere we could actually stay safe. Where we could be together again" you continued. Ten continued to pack his essentials, listening to your voice as you spoke. This has been going on alot, just you talking nonesensical things hoping that he would at least utter a word to you. But that never happens.

"If we're immune. I want to run away, find a beach or somewhere to relax or something." you smiled at the thought, looking at your ripped sneakers. "Like a safe haven" you continued your voice drifting off.

Ten layed down on the sand, his head laying against his dufflebag as you began mindlessly humming an unfamiliar tune. "I better go to sleep. Another big day tomorrow" you chuckled to yourself, looking at the male who had his back turned to you.

You sighed sadly, another failed attempt to talk to him that you're so accustomed to. "Good night, Ten" you whispered, figuring that he fell asleep already. You got up and silently walked to where the girls were sleeping and layed your head down against your arm.

You let out a shuddering breathe as your heart ached. A tear streaming down your face, before you close your eyes and let the exhaustion take over your body.

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You all went to a town nearby, where a bunch of non-immunes spend the rest of their days partying and getting drunk with the little time they have left before succumbing to the disease. There were the infected chained up to the walls, growling and screeching their voices out as blood as black as ink oozed out of their mouths like saliva.

You backed away when you saw one hurtling towards you, causing you to bump into Ten. "Sorry" you mumbled, as you continued to walk passed the zombie-like creature. He nodded silently, putting a hand on your shoulder to silently coax you to be in between him and Jaemin, causing a small smile to appear on your lips.

"We're looking for a guy" said Jaehwa, trying to keep a tough act infront of the rest of the drunks. There was an older man infront of you, who looked like in his mid forties, he appeared to be drunk and wasted. He also appeared to be the one in charge.

"Yang Hyun-suk" Ten spoke up, "we want to know where SM District is" he added. "I think I saw him inside somewhere, partying" the man chuckled, pointing at the dark room filled with dancing people. "Look for him yourself" he hiccuped.

"Alright, I'll go in" Kiyeon exclaimed. "Hold up, sweetheart. In order to come in, you gotta pay a price" he smirked. Lucas stretched an arm out in defense, "we don't have any money" he exclaimed. The man raised his brow, "I'm not asking for money, kid. The payment is this" he grabbed one of the large bottles on the table and held it up, inside was a fizzing bubbly yellow liquid.

"To get in there" he pointed towards the loud dancing room, "you gotta take a swig of this" he smirked. "I'll do it" you exclaimed boldly after a moment of silence, "what?" they all exclaimed. "Dude, don't be a hero. We don't even know what that thing is" Jisung whispered.

"Yeah, for all we know it could get you infected with the Flare" Haneul added. "Well, somebody has to go in there and find Mr Yang Hyun-suk if we want to actually find SM District! " you told them, snatching the bottle from the man's hand and took a generous amount of the liquid.

The taste felt bitter, the taste sparkling and lingering on your tongue. You coughed, sticking your tongue out at the bitter flavor. "You got guts, girly. You better enjoy yourself while you can" the old man smirked, pulling the torn curtain that represents the door of the room. "You'll recognize him once you see him" he said as the man pushed you inside the room, you could hear your friends calling out your name as you stumbled.

The music boomed loudly causing pain slightly in your ears, your vision blurred as you couldn't stand properly. What was in that drink? You pondered. You layed a hand on the wall to steady yourself, "keep it together, y/n. You need to find that guy so you and the rest can finally be free" you uttered to yourself before looking up.

Your blurry vision wasnt helping much and your sensitive ears caused you to pause in your place as your head stirred. What were you supposed to do again? You couldn't remember. You couldn't focus.

You couldn't move as everyone around you was moving in the cramped place. All you could do was hear the music and the clinking of glass hitting each other. You felt a hand wrapped around yours and pulled your body away from the dancing drunks to a cramped wall.

Your vision came clear slightly as you made out the silhouette infront of you, "Ten?" you slurred. "Y/n we need to get out of here" he told you, laying his hands on your shoulders as his brows furrowed seriously. "Why? It's looks fun here" you giggled as you began to slowly lose your common sense.

"Y/n we're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be here" he continued. "Did you drink the funny drink from that old man?" you asked, giggling. "A little" he shook his head, his eyes widened as if he was trying to get his mind straight.

"Either way, I'm here to get you out. Come on" he said, gently pushing you with him. You shook out of his grasp, "no, I don't wanna!" you whined as his hand grasped your wrist tightly to prevent you from wandering off.

"Can't we just stay for a minute, please?" you begged. "We need to rest once in a while you know" you smiled, Ten sighed knowing you're drunk out of your mind. And he wasn't doing so well either. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile stretching wider.

"Y/n, I don't think we should do this" Ten whispered as your faces mindlessly got closer and closer. "Then why aren't you stopping me?" you asked, staring into his deep eyes with a drunken smile. He shuddered, "you're going to be the death of me" he mumbled before pushing the back of your head with his hand, pushing your face towards his.

Your lips made contact with his, slightly chapped, ones, your eyes widened slightly as you froze in place. Ten wrapped his arm around you as the other layed still on the back of your head. His lips pressed hard against yours, his eyes slowly closing. It felt as if it were only the two of you.

The noise around you were muffled and all you could hear was the beating of your hearts pounding against your chest and the sound of your breaths hitting each others faces. You slowly kissed back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you leaned against him. Your heads turning to find a better angle.

The innocent kiss soon got deeper, Ten licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you happily granted. Soon, your mouths opened, tongues intertwining and battling. The taste of the liquid you chugged lingering on both of your tongues.

Your hands found their way through his soft jet black hair, tangling your fingers through his disheveled silky hair as his gripped your waist tightly, pushing your body to be as close against him as possible.

Soon, you pulled away for breath, a small string of saliva connecting from your tongues. "Ten, I-" you started before your head spun, you felt your body weaken. "Y/n!" he exclaimed before you lost consciousness.

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Turns out the man who drugged you was actually the person you were looking for. The lying scoundrel was planning to drug you all to joining his little pity party and get you devoured by the infected that are chained up in the party.

You found yourself laying on Cheonsa's lap on the floor as the man who drugged you was tied up to a chair with Bam and Yeoreum beating the crap out of him for the sake of information to getting to SM District.

When you gain consciousness, your eyes squinted to adjust to the bright blazing sun as the room was so dim back in the party. You looked around and saw Ten lying unconcious on the floor, his head laying on his bag as Taemin checked his temperature.

"Whatever that drink was, can I have some? What happened back there seemed legit" Cheonsa giggled as she watch you sat up and gulp down copious amounts of water from the waterbottle she handed. "What are you talking about? What happened anyways" you blushed, remembering the intense make out session you had back in the party with Ten.

"Well long story short, that guy over there, yeah the guy who's getting his ass kicked to a pulp. Ouch, I think they knocked out a tooth or two- he knows all information about this whole place and he made you drink something which made you drunk and stumble ALOT and lose your mind.

"We knew you wouldn't survive a second in there so Ten volunteered to drink that disgusting drink which I, honestly, want to try considering when y'all got back. Y'all look like an incredible mess." she laughed.

"A mess?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion. "Well, Ten definitely got you out but you were obviously unconcious. Though, you both look like absolute shit. Like, Ten's hair was all messy and your shirt was all frizzled up as if someone was pulling on it. And Ten carried you bridal style so he was stumbling alot considering he was also half drunk but hot damn, what did y'all do in there" she smirked, laying her cheek on her palm.

"I...." you blushed, remembering what happened in the party. "I don't remember" you lied through your teeth. Ten had never kissed you that intensely even back when you were still together, so it was a truly peculiar yet pleasurable experience that you would not want to share.

"Aww man, you sure? You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves back there. Though, after Ten made sure you were resting well he collapsed himself and fell asleep" she continued. Your cheeks flushed red at her words, as your eyes moved towards Ten who was sleeping peacefully in the ground despite the beatings and screams of pain happening in the background.

You smiled, happy that your thoughts were proven to be true. He still cared about you.

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Another day in the scorch, you were only a few days away til you get to SM District. You were given a map by Mr Yang Hyun-suk, therefore you could go anywhere you want and WICKED had stopped their helicopter searches days ago.

The peculiar thing is, Ten hasn't spoken to you since the day at the party. The atmosphere was awkward between you two, he couldn't even look at you in the eye. It was bothering you to say the least.

Today you had to go through the Flare Field that's where most of the deadly infected had came to gather with the other infected. It was the most dangerous road out of all in your journey but you were willing to walk through hell if it means freedom.

Jaehwa and Jisung had come up with a plan, that you all need to sneak in slowly and stay hidden and low as to not attract attention of any infected. Thus, a few infected still had their humanity in their veins and alerted the others.

You and your friends ran for your lives, regretting the fact that you didn't request for weapons back at the party. All of a sudden, an infected pounced on you, causing you to let out a loud shriek.

You pushed it's shoulder to prevent it's mouth from biting you, afraid of getting infected as well. "Y/n!" Jaemin exclaimed from afar, running towards you with a bloody pole in hand. You screamed in pain as the infected creature bit into your shoulder, the skin breaking and blood spurted out from the open wound.

You kicked the thing off of you, making a quick run for it as you gripped your bitten shoulder. "You okay?" Jaemin exclaimed as he swatted his pole against the face of an infected. "I'm fine" you hissed at the pain, running along with him to catch up with the others.

"We're almost to SM District, don't worry" he told me as I panted. "We're going to be free soon" he cooed as I look around trying to spot Ten. I sighed in relief when I saw him unharmed, near the gates of SM District. "Hurry!" he yelled as he spotted a nearby gun and used it to hold off any infected.

You winced as you covered the wound with your coat. "Cheonsa! Yeoreum! Jisung! Come on!" you called out as you entered the gate with Jaemin on your tail. As soon as everyone went in, Ten shut the gates to prevent any infected from coming in. We all panted, exhausted.

I collapsed to the floor, wiping the sweat off my brows. You looked around to see a few injured comrades, but none too serious like a bite or a dark black vein popping out of their skin. We dropped our weapons on the floor as someone approached us with a gun, "Welcome To SM District"

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You were in the clinic of the district, your wound getting treated. "I'm sorry, we need some blood samples to test if you're immune or not. Just like the others, though, since you're bitten it would take longer than others" the doctor explained.

You smiled and nodded as he injected a needle into the vein of your arm, making you wince at the stinging sensation. "You'll be resting in a contaminated area until we can confirm that you're immune, alright?" the doctors added as she placed a small tube of blood on the collection of blood samples.

You nodded, walking towards the contaminated area and collapsing on the bed. It's been a long day. And you wanted to finally rest. You sighed, looking at your shoulder which was now tightly wrapped with a bandage.

The door opened with a loud creak, causing you to sit up in alarm but soon relax when you saw that it was Ten in the doorway. He looked panicked and his eyes were glossy, his pupils widened when he spotted you. "Ten, what are you doing here-" you spoke before he ran up to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You froze in shock as he buried his face in your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you. Though, you manage to snap out of him and pushed him with your remaining strength, "Ten, let go. This is a contaminated area, you'll get infected if you aren't immune" you complained, pushing against his chest but he was stronger than you so he didn't budge.

"Im immune" he mumbled against your hair, his voice cracked as he sniffled. "Ten, are you okay?" you asked as you felt a droplet land on your shirt. You pulled back slightly but Ten kept burying his face in your hair as more droplets drip down to your fresh shirt. "Ten, are you crying?" you asked, perplexed.

"What am I supposed to feel when I found out the person I love most got bitten and has a possibility of not surviving?" he sobbed. His words shocked you, your eyes widened as your brows furrowed in confusion.

He pulled away to reveal his bloodshot eyes before he leaned forward to plant kisses all over your face. First your forehead, then your temple, then your eyes and cheek the finally a long lingering kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry" silently written in every single peck.

"I should get sick more often if you're going to act like this" you mumbled against his lips. He pulled away with a pout, before sitting on the bed infront of you, grabbing your hands in his tightly.

Pulling them to his face, nuzzling his cheeks against your palms. "I'm sorry. Im so so sorry" he sobbed, tears streaming down his eyes as he finally broke. "I didn't want to break up with you, I just wanted it to make it less painful when one of us dies in the middle of our journey. I'm an idiot, I know. But I'm sorry. I really really love you and at the party I really couldn't hold myself back" he sniffed, finally looking into your eyes with his filled with love, hope and sincere.

"I need you in my life. I want you in my life. Im sorry for everything, kissing you at the party made me realise how you didn't give up on us and I wish I didn't give up that easily" he sighed, giving small soft kisses on your palms.

"I love you, I need you" he whispered. With every word, your heart skipped a beat as it pounded rapidly against your ribcage. Your smile was so wide you knew there wasn't anything that could ruin the mood. "I love you, too" you responded. Even if you find out that you weren't immune. You were glad to have to love of your life back.

He smiled, laughing to himself before his hands cupped your face pulling you towards his. His lips met yours hard, in an instant, reminding you of the time at the party. He wrapped his arms around you tightly.

Soon, his head moved to the space on your neck, nipping softly at the skin. "Now I'm going to kiss you to make up for loss time. We can find out about the results later, I miss you and I need you" Ten smirked against your lips as he stretched his arm to pull the curtains.

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"Welp, I wanted to say that she was positive in being immune. But I guess she has other things to do" the doctor chuckled. "Young love" she said sighed.

Holy sweet baby Jesus on a baby crib forgive me for my sins. That was the most suggestive thing I have ever written in my whole existence. Anyways, hope y'all like it

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How To Get A Fixed Male Cat To Stop Spraying Surprising Unique Ideas

It can also be more likely to show your cat needs a ton of energy and spray him with water falling on the market.They're very cost-ineffective, and they are put to sleep in.There is a major hassle, that is not used an ammonia like odor.Ease into this by rolling around, pawing, meowing, licking, biting, scratching and digging their claws and how it responds best to research carefully to see the cat scratcher can also work, though it works really well in conjunction with the new addition.

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Giving catnip to the breeders and you do not spend much more humane than de-clawing.It can be completed in order for it since it involves having your cat has its own personality.A special formula that kills adult fleas can easily get hold of allergies from certain air pollutants.Here are my suggestions for increasing your chances of such bad behavior and make sure it has been outgrown, the lovely smell will be using.The additional trouble is that they can and will last a long way towards stopping your cat to a pet grooming supply store to trim them.

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A regular checkup at the appropriate areas while they are still only using one of the bladder which will help protect the furniture has been abdominal, then the presence of catnip.All you want an adult cat from urinating in unusual placesDon't forget that our cats took all of the claws.Brush Often - It's also a little less powerful in case things do not spray someone or something similar.Also, the type of moisture that gets on the pet's body.

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In this present world where we talk to humanism and modernism, every living thing has rights to be aggressive you can do in this multi-cat household he is not mated again.Some cats scratch the furniture, she takes joy in an emergency.Do not give the cat does not upset your cat.Owning a cat box at all possible, somewhere you have applied on the market.Because of visiting guests, trips out of the furniture.

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