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the-hinky-panda · 2 years

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Day 22: Phantasm

10/22: Phantasm

Universe // Characters: Dustland Fairytale // Javier Peña x Mariposa (mention of Carrillo)

Notes: Graphic description of a gunshot wound and blood

It happens with a flash and a bang.

It’s been so long since you’ve heard one, it takes you a moment to recognize the sound of a gunshot. It takes another moment for you to realize you’ve been shot. You drop the feed pail you had in your hand as you watch the skinny teenager turn and run out of the barn.

You and Javier had been taking matters into your own hands when it came to the boats on the Rio Grande. You sit on ridges and take pot shots at them passing by, never hitting the people but hitting the water close enough to splash them. You’ve snuck down the riverbanks and hammered screwdrivers through the bottom of the metal boats, sinking more than you could remember. It was only a matter of time before someone retaliated.

And now they have.

You blindly reach out for something to lean on, your hands finding the feed bin. The thought that this could have been Chucho or Javi crosses your mind as your world spins and you land on the old wooden floor planks. You’re glad it was you that offered to feed the horses this morning. You’re glad Chucho and Javi are still inside the house, drinking coffee. You’ve been on the ranch now five years and it’s been a wonderful five years. If this is how you die, then so be it. You’ve known peace and that’s more than what most people experience at the end.

You can hear Javi’s voice in the distance calling your name. You try to answer him but there’s liquid in your throat and you choke on it. Bright red splotches land on the wood and are quickly absorbed. You’re watching it disappear when you see movement in the shadows. You think it’s another attacker, fear suddenly breaking out across your body. Javi…no, you need to stop him from coming into the barn.

But then the figure steps out of the shadows and you can see who it is: the spit-polished black boots, well-worn green fatigues, straight nose, brown eyes, and dark hair. You can feel the floorboards beneath you give way under his weight as he leans down over you, a smile softening his features.

“Hola, Mariposa.”

You try to talk around the blood in your throat and enough of his name must make its way out because he smiles enough for a dimple to appear in his cheek.

“Horacio.”

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He knows he has to clear the barn before checking on you, so he grits his teeth and does that. Whoever had been lying in wait is long gone now. Javier shoves his gun into the waistband of his jeans and immediately goes to you. He can hear the sirens, frighteningly faint, in the distance.

You’re on your back, blood pooling underneath you and running down your cheek and chin. It looks like the bullet hit you high in your side. You most likely have a collapsed lung and he prays to Mary, Joseph, Jesus, and anyone else who will listen, that it’s only your lung that’s damaged. The amount of blood loss is starting to tell another story. He takes off his button down shirt and uses it to put pressure on your wound. Your eyes, which had been focused on the corner of the barn, swing back to him.

“Cariño, look at me.”

Your eyes keep shifting between him and the corner.

“Is that where they came from?” He’s trying to get you to concentrate on something other than bleeding out. But you shake your head and shakily point to the corner.

“‘’Racio.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. If you’re seeing things, seeing people, then you’re running out of time faster than he thought.

“Well, you tell him to fuck off because it’s not your time yet.”

You try to smile. “You tell ‘im.”

The sirens are getting closer so Javier picks you up from the floor, pressing the wadded up shirt between the two of you to keep the pressure up on the wound. When he gets outside, the ambulance is on the property and heading for the barn.

The EMTs don’t even waste time getting the gurney out, they just let Javier up into the back and he puts you down on the white sheets. You’re so pale and it scares him. But then one of the EMTs taps him on the shoulder.

“We’re going to need the space. Follow behind us.”

And just like that, he’s kicked out of the ambulance. As soon as his feet are back on the ground, the doors shut and the vehicle is speeding down the dirt lane away from the ranch.

“Mijo!”

Chucho already had the passenger side door of the farm truck open and Javier jumps in, swinging the door shut and they’re following the dust trail left behind by the ambulance.

“How bad is it?”

Javier drags a hand over his face. “I don’t know, Pops. It looks bad. Side shot. She, uh,” he clears his throat. “She was seeing people.”

Chucho hums but doesn’t say anything else.

The ride to the hospital seems to take forever. Javier keeps his eyes glued to the back of the ambulance, trying to figure out what exactly is happening in there. But the back windows are tinted and he can’t see in there. When they reach the hospital, the ambulance pulls straight into the ER bay while Javier and his father had to find a parking spot in the parking garage. By the time they make it to the ER reception area, you’re already in surgery.

So the wait begins.

A few of Chucho’s friends who had been in the hospital visiting family members hear about the shooting and come down to sit with them. Lorraine and a couple other of your friends show up as well to hold a vigil. Cheap coffee cups are routinely shoved into his hands. Lorraine brings the latest one.

“I’d offer you a cigarette but they frown on smoking in hospitals nowadays.”

He tries to smile but can’t quite manage it. “Thanks for coming.”

“Well, she’s my friend.” There’s a pause. “As are you, Javi.”

He looks over at the group of three other women that came with Lorraine. The four of them together had come around you when you returned to the ranch. They included you in family BBQs, girls night out at the local bar, pot lucks, and many other events. You frequently came home from one of their outings smiling and relaxed. You had found your family. And now, it looks like you only had five years to enjoy it.

“Mr. Peña?”

He stands up as the surgeon comes over to him. There’s blood still on his scrubs. “Yeah?”

“She’s out of surgery and in recovery right now. If you want to sit with her as she comes out of the anesthesia, you can. The bullet went in her side, at an upright angle but thankfully it nicked one of her rib bones and that slowed it down so it didn’t make it to her heart. There’s a lot of blood loss but that’s easily fixed with rest and time. We can do a transfusion if necessary but we’ll know better where we stand with that tomorrow.”

“So, she’s going to be okay?” He wants to make sure he understands what the doctor is saying. “She’s going to make it?”

The surgeon smiles and claps him on the shoulder. “Yes, she’s going to be just fine. It’s going to be a decently long recovery, but she will recover.”

The sense of relief he feels almost buckles his knees but he manages to stay upright. His father gives him a nod, letting him know he heard the news and will tell those gathered around them. Javier follows the surgeon down the white hallways until they arrive at a corner bay with the curtains still drawn around the hospital gurney. A nurse finishes checking all the vitals and IV lines before giving him a brief smile and leaving the area.

You still look pale, almost the same color as the hospital sheets. At least this time there’s no blood staining your clothes or skin. He carefully slips his hand around yours, his mother’s opal ring on your left hand clinking against his own gold band. Three years of marriage. He’s thankful that it’s not “only three years.”

Your eyes start to move behind your eyelids and it’s not long before they open. They’re glassy and your pupils are dilated, and a smile tugs at your lips.

“Javi.”

“Hey. This is not the way to get out of chores.”

You huff a laugh but the good humor quickly fades. “He was just a kid, Javi. Some, skinny, scared teenager.”

“Most of them are.” He fights the urge to squeeze your hand tighter. “Are you, uh, are you seeing any visitors?”

The drugged smile comes back. “No. I did what you told me to. I told him to fuck off. That I wasn’t ready to go yet.” You sigh tiredly. “You’ve given me a perfect life, with family and friends, and love and I don’t have to hide. How could I leave that, leave you? He agreed.”

“Perfect, huh?”

You do squeeze his hand, but with only a partial amount of your regular strength. “Perfect, Javi.” You yawn dramatically and close your eyes. “You should have seen those sheep.”

“Sheep?”

“Yeah, the ones on the jet skis.”

For the first time in hours, he laughs. He also pulls out his phone. “You know what, babe, I think now would be a great time to call Steve and Connie.”

#Hinky's October Fic Fest #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #dustland fairytale series

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makahimetenshi · 2 months

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How i meet your mother and the story of how Arya Maxson was concieved - Chapter 15

A while after both were hugging each other in bed, at first Arthur was unsure if he was allowed to do it but Nora crawled towards him and dropped her arms around his chest so it just felt correct to place a hand on her shoulder and another on her side.

-Im so sorry I don’t think I can follow anymore –she said breathing in with her eyes closed trying to gain some air

-Its okay im already empty –well that was strange- its just hard but after you shoot all your load you stop feeling

-So you are going to stay stiff until when? –well she can recompose in a pair of hours and ride back but…

-Maybe the morning

-You are not used to take this pills aren’t you?

-Why would i? –he raised an eyebrow- I mean I take them to exercise and keep on shape but…-oh that’s every man excuse right?

-I never see you at the trainyard with a boner -when he noticed that she was joking, he grabbed her by the skin of her arm and pinched her making her laugh.

-So are you planning to stay here until morning? –he opens his eyes wide, that’s right, it was the first time he spend the night in the tower, even that much time -should I dress and give your soldiers a room to rest and take guards of the ventibird?

Oh my gosh with that kiss he display that he came to see her and obviously for a booty session but if he stays in the morning he make the soldiers stay all night and wait for him for that. He blushed and felt so ashamed for his actions.

Not that he regrets or anything tho.

He gasped and look somewhere else –Its not a bad idea but I maybe ill should go

-Not with that between your legs –she laughed and he bite his lips, damn she was right- don’t worry ill bathe and go, i won’t take that long –for some reason she looks more revitalized than before, quirky, better humor than the other days.

Still, he didn’t like her to go, he kissed the sentinel in front of everybody and then disappeared with her for almost 6 hours and then she cames down to the heliport to offer his soldiers a room to spend the night more comfortable without the elder around her…it was obvious what was happening, he didn’t think this straight, he was driven from desire and adrenaline after the car drive from yesterday night. They will mock at her, talkback, of course he wont permit in his presence that the sentinel will be ridiculized for whatever business she had with the elder but he can’t prevent people from being jackass at their backs. Or talk.

-You sure?

God there was still that subject he didn’t tell her yet.

But how does she expect for people of the brotherhood to follow orders if she is not a sentinel? That aint right. Its true he still had to tell her.

The wonderful time they spend now might broke with so little.

-Yeah don’t worry –she said going out the bed and picking her dress and shoes, going to her wardrobe to get some new panties. For some reason he felt the absence of her weight in his arms when she get up.

-By the way where is the infamous heart shaped bed? –she laughed a bit at hearing that, still picking things around the room.

-Saved until I get to paint the roof of the building and the walls of my apartment so no one will see it, that bed will be my nasty secret

-Its going to be a surprise for any plumber that may come to fix a problem in the apartment for sure

-You sure you don’t want to shower with me? I know exactly how to regulate the water at perfect temperature.

He stay in silence for a second, then he realized what she meant and open wide his eyes

-Already?

Her face blushed and smiled a bit panicked for being caught like that.

-Well you are still hard…I mean we can play a little more…we can go slow…

He replied with a smile, to satisfy her? Everything.

-Sure, call me when the water is ready

In just a few minutes Arthurs lungs were fighting to work on his chest, between his accelerated heart, the hot boiling water were she bathed claiming it was the perfect temperature, his arms holding her waist to not fall and the recent fucking session he was exhausted. And she was in no better position, unable to stand up with her legs all shaky and tired, he had to hold her by the waist to not let her fall to the wet cold ground.

Gosh he could still feel the traces of her hot liquid on his leg. The sound of her exhausted breathing maximizes the sensation on his skin even.

-Do you want a blowjob? –she ask turning her head towards him, recovering her breath with a lot of effort. The way her red cheeks and wet hair fall all over her face make her look so temptress right now, makes him want to smash her again even if he didn’t have anything more to give, just because she deserved it for being hot

The man raised an eyebrow, confused, such high sex drive and he was the one in pills, was it something hormonal? She wasn’t thaaaaaat pregnant yet.

-No thanks –he couldn’t cum anymore, at this point it wasn’t for him, she just wanted to play with his body, his warm and flesh.

-Can I wash your head and scalp? –that sounded nice

-Can you stand? –she nodded and raised to place her back against the cold wall of the shower looking into his eyes at every second, in that position her boobs looked very tempting standing out but now he wasn’t turned on anymore…I mean he can if he stares directly for a minute…some seconds…

But his eyes looked at her and her vicious smile, his plan tonight really worked, guess he is paying that car just fine.

She picked up the shampoo bottle with unknown content and spread it on her hands as he relaxed for her to massage his scalp and hair. It feelt nice, the way her fingers moved felt nice, specially behind the ears, it caused him nice shivers and for some reason a ball of tangled strings on his stomach…maybe it was tickles, but he liked it, it was so relaxing, even his knees seems to fail for a few seconds. He close his eyes even if she was in front of him naked, naked and beautiful.

-This is supposed to be romantic but there’s your dong between your legs –he grunted unsatisfied, he was enjoying the silence and sensations, specially when her fingers travel down to his neck to do little touches

-And its going to stay there, better get used –she laughed, and for some reason that beautiful sound went directly to the tangled strings in his stomach, she keep massaging the back of his head just fine

Nora get dressed and armored in the end leaving him naked and clean in bed waiting for her to return, the man took the time to prepare his apologies for sure. She didn’t return until one hour later with a bucket of ice in one hand and in the other whisky and some aquapura, she really takes her pregnancy serious to leave alcohol at all, well of course she does, he age doesn’t leave place for second chances, this was a risky pregnancy no matter how healthy or active she was in a lot of fields, 46 was pretty bad even back then.

-Solved! Im thinking in having a room for brotherhood soldiers only who pass by sometimes, so they don’t use the tenant’s spaces and they don’t feel invaded by the new crazy owner connections…

-There’s something I have to tell you –said the man sitting on bed now realizing he may have dressed in case he has to run for his life out he room, sowry he was too relaxed. She blinked and didn’t understand, wishing that he didn’t break this wonderful moment they were spending together, it was awful regretting the man you just fuck after fucking him, makes you feel like a total idiot and she didn’t consider herself an idiot, hates to feel like that when reality hit her on the face.

-Im sorry I don’t have a fridge yet in the apartment that’s why all the food comes from the café up here…-she tried to change the subject for him to not ruin it, please do not ruin it

-You are still a brotherhood Sentinel –she blinked confused, processing his words, he said it so easy like it was nothing, there, laying on the bed, like just nothing

-What?

-I never dismissed you as sentinel

There it was when she exploded. Its surely felt like when the bombs dropped

-What!? –she screams and Arthur tensed at her tone, fuck

-Technically for the scribes at an administrative level you are still part of the brotherhood

-But I haven’t been doing chores or dutys for a month! –oh gosh he was mad

-Well you are a sentinel, you don’t have an actual obligation

-Why you didn’t dismiss me!? I told you since the first day! –she clarified- when I have the results of our pregnancy!

-I kinda forgot -then a cube of ice fly at the side of his head without him realizing, when did she…

-What the fuck!? –he didn’t realize when she get the hand inside the bucket, damn she was fast and sneaky

-I can fix it tho! –he said moving out of the bed, shit he should really dress before, why did he consider the entire speech but not dressing in case something went wrong? That’s an error of calculations…

-This was important for me! –another ice cube fly at his direction, shitshitshit

-I don’t even know why you want to be out of the brotherhood but –he jumped to avoid another ice cube flying to him, damn what it would be like having a cube scar in the middle of the forehead? Damn Danse was right, a bit at least!

-I don’t want to have any obligation to anyone but my baby! –she screamed, spit coming out from her mouth even.

-Im the father you have obligations with me! And im a brotherhood elder!

-This time nothing will be between me and my baby! –when she say that he understand.

He understands a lot of things.

She wasn’t carrying just his baby, she was also carrying a trauma from her previous marriage. From before the bombs dropped

Damn Danse was right. This wasn’t a good idea at all.

-Im sorry ill fix it ��he said looking at her, she was very upset and altered, eyes red and veins marking on her neck- I promise I fix it.

-You better do it! –her hands were shaking and even her legs were tense, he could see her muscles under the skirt of the dress

-Im sorry –she bited on her lip and let herself fall on a divan next to her, covering her face with her hands as the bucket of ice fall to the ground, same with the two bottles, water spilling from the melted cubes into the floor

-ill clean that mess later –she said sighting, still hiding in the dark between her hands

Well at least she didn’t throw the whisky bottle to his head

He saw her tremble and almost cry and he felt shitty, this wasn’t his intention at all, he didn’t want to ruin everything, he imagined it could happen but not alter her so much…

-I guess both of us forgot things –damn and even with all this drama he was still hard, he wasn’t comfortable right now, he break the mood for real, didn’t want her sad at all…

-That’s why you call me Sentinel yesterday –her back moved lower in the divan- I thought it was a reflex

-Do you expect brotherhood soldiers to follow and do your commands without being part of the brotherhood anyway? –then she raised as realizing something for the first time and looked at him leaving the darkness of her hands, her eyes were watery but she had a bitter gaze, not sad entirely, but very dismayed

-You are right –she said and look somewhere else, he was trying to follow her eyes- I haven’t thought in that

Silence, he didn’t expect that from her. How can she not…expect…or plan even that? Does people just follow her and her wishes and that’s it? Its really that easy for her?

-Well…do you want it? –now she look at him crossing her eyebrows confused- do you want to retire from the brotherhood for real?

-Yes! –she repeated tired almost desperate, but clearly had a lot of conflict in her head like wires crossing, Arthur can see in her eyes how she realized she may lost a lot of power by doing that but still...

-Do you want to leave? –he ask again, coming closer

-Yes! –she screamed again, why he was questioning her!? –why do you want me in the brotherhood!? What do you want from me!?

-Nothing! I agree to our pact! I just think is a lot to loose! –maybe he should dress to have a serious conversation –I will arrange it for your retirement! –it’s a shame that she really was dumping all of this, all her years and work for the brotherhood advancement

-Were you expecting something else? Why would you forgot!?

-I don’t know! I just didn’t do it! I suppose its more easy for me to protect you inside the brotherhood! Its all I can offer and give! –she looked surprised at him- I want to protect you! And our baby!

Nora take some air and then look at the ground, trying to recompose, the bucket dripping of cold water didn’t help, it reminded her of her failure to keep it together.

-Im fine here –just here, by her own.

-But I want to protect you and the baby.

Both stay in silence until she spoke.

-Being retired doesn’t mean your can’t stay with us

-Okay

She looked elsewhere and Arthur come closer to get on his knee and take her hand between his fingers, Nora looked at him after some seconds and place her other hand on top of his, pressing

-You don’t have to run to retire me now I guess, you can stay until morning –she said that tired but it caused a little smile on Arthurs face.

-Good because I don't think they take me seriously like this –oh my gosh right he was still hard from the buffout, its kinda funny that they have this entire drama with him naked, she was so overwhelmed by emotions she also…kinda forgot…

Nora smiled a bit too, gripping his hand tighter

-You can walk naked and smack the table with your cock to assert dominance in the room

He laughed, and then went all serious from nothing, then, look at her eyes, pleading.

-Can I kiss you?

Her lungs fill with air, nose even getting inflated in surprise, until she breathed out and pull his hands a bit against her stomach calling for him

-Okay

The elder close his eyes and lean forward, just lightly pressing the tip of his lips on top of hers

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bi-demon-ium · 2 years

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Mayhaps.. rock + tuck for the ask game :3c

rock (for receiver to hold sender and rock gently from side to side) + tuck (for receiver to tuck sender against their chest, covering them with their jacket / coat fronts, in order to keep them warm / safe from rain)

mmmmmmMMMMmmm im sorry i know you probably wanted an SQ thing but this kate & milligan idea grabbed me by the fucking throat and i just--

anyway enjoy some kate angst, some kate & milligan bonding, and a little kate & milligan & mr b & etc. being a family bc i love them. its mostly mr b bc it was supposed to be a really brief thing that evolved but like. the others are there and they are all a family <3

(ao3.) idk how i feel about this one but its fine <3

Kate was not generally a crier. She, in fact, almost never cried. Not with sadness, anyway—laughter, maybe, but that was more her eyes watering than real tears.

But she didn’t cry, let alone sob or cry loudly or any of that. Even when she was really, really sad, or really upset, she just found herself staring blank-faced into space, feeling numb and heavy and awful, but without a single tear escaping.

She remembered when she was younger, when she was old enough to understand her dad had left her and wasn’t coming back, she’d tried to cry. Her mom was dead, her dad had abandoned her, and no one at the orphanage even liked her. She had every reason to cry.

The tears just didn’t come.

She figured she just wasn’t much of a crier. She’d never been great at, uh, emotional expression—she was either too expressive (she couldn’t lie for shit, for one, and was told she was “too energetic”) or completely without expression (what kind of freak doesn’t cry when their dog dies—well, Bruno hadn’t really been her dog persay, more a stray she’d snuck into the orphanage enough times they’d given up stopping her, but, well. that was fair, she supposed, even if it was an unpleasant thing to say about someone when they were right there, grieving their dog) and she’d never been able to figure out a good balance.

Even during the mission (a mission! With friends, and danger, and espionage, and doing something that mattered) she hadn’t really come close to crying.

Not when she nearly got barged, not when they had argued. Not when Martina had trusted her, or when she’d been cold and so obviously hurt. Not when she’d nearly been captured, or when she’d fallen straight into Milligan’s arms. Not even when she’d thought it was truly the end, and she was about to be wiped clean.

She’d been upset, very upset, but she’d channeled it into useful things—plans, schematics, ideas—and she’d not cried once.

When she’d realized who Milligan was, she’d thought she might cry.

(Everything was happening so fast, she was climbing the tower and they had to get there on time to confront Curtain, to stop this, stop everything—and yet all the pieces were clicking into place. Her father, who had left so suddenly, and Milligan, who had been taken, hurt, wiped clean, who could have left anyone behind and would never have known, gentle and kind and understanding Milligan who had caught her, who’s warm arms—in retrospect, although perhaps she was fooling herself—had seemed almost familiar… He hadn’t left her, had he, he’d been taken, all this time her father hadn’t abandoned her—)

That first morning, away from the island, when she’d leaned into Mi—her dad’s side and let herself relax, the weight of it all came crashing down.

But in the end, no tears came, not then, and not after. She wondered if she was made of stone.

They talked, and talked, and she was right, he’d been taken—nine years ago, nine years ago when her father had disappeared, and he didn’t know the full story yet but he knew, with unshakable certainty, that he wouldn’t have left her.

And, amazingly, she believed him.

He’d been rather steadily regaining his memories—Mr. Benedict and the others had begun reverse engineering the Brainsweeper to help recover the memories more quickly, but with great care, and it was helping enormously.

Milligan didn’t change much in personality, although he was visibly happier, almost softer, and he smiled more.

He was also more easily affectionate—although Kate wouldn’t know the difference, it had been noted by the others—and this meant that Kate was one of many that found herself with a sudden uptick of hugs in her life.

Between Reynie, who was very much a hugger, and her dad (as well as Mr. Benedict, although it was a slightly rarer occasion coming from him, and Martina, although Kate didn’t get to see her as often as she’d like) Kate was getting used to getting hugs.

It was… weird. Not bad! Just weird.

But she didn’t mind it.

(It did, however, make it odd that it was a hug that broke her.)

She remembered one time they’d been in the garden when it hard started to rain—lightly at first, but turning into pouring surprisingly fast—and her dad had draped his jacket over her—warm and far too big and surprisingly comforting—and tucked her into his chest, sheltering her briefly—do we run for the door, he said over the pounding rain, or do you want to stay outside?

As he said this, his hat nearly flew away in the wind, and he barely grabbed it on time.

(It was very warm in his arms, despite the chill of the water and the wind, and between that and the jacket wrapped around her, it was hard to feel the pounding rain at all.)

No rain boots, she shouted back, and so they’d ran for the door, laughing and both of them soaking wet.

He looked kind of ridiculous, long hair plastered to his face and dripping wet, grinning widely down at her—her own hair was soaking wet and in her face, too, her hat was completely sodden and heavy with water—and he laughed, loud and bright and warm.

He had a real dad kind of laugh, like—like Santa Clause or something. Booming and happy. It brought back lingering echoes of memories, mostly-forgotten, a memory-of-a-memory, ghosts of her childhood. But it didn’t hurt, only made her feel a little warmer.

It was nice to remember things, even tiny things.

Mr. Benedict rounded the corner (“It’s raining,” Milligan deadpanned, and he said, “I can see that,” with laughter in his voice, although he didn’t seem close to passing out) and then Kate had immediately booked it towards him—oh no, no no no no, he laughed, skittering back, actually jumping over the couch (and visibly regretting it immediately) to get away, but she chased him anyway, dripping arms outstretched.

Rhonda watched all of this from the couch with great amusement, and said absolutely nothing (a staunch ally!) when Kate and Milligan exchanged a silent agreement and managed to trick Mr. Benedict into running directly into Milligan while attempting to dodge her throwing her soaking wet hat directly at his face.

He yelped in surprise—still laughing as he fell directly into Milligan who was, of course, soaking wet, meaning he was immediately dampened as well—and finally fell asleep.

Kate crashed into him on the other side, sandwiching him in and leaving him effectively trapped, even as Milligan was holding him upright.

When he woke, Milligan looked him in the eye, shaking his head a little—don’t you dare, he said, but he couldn’t stop smiling, and Kate made sure he couldn’t squirm away—he shook his head, not unlike a wet dog, nearly slapping both of them with wet hair, and the look on his face was hilarious—

It’s one of those moments where later it will really hit Kate that she’s part of a family now. Whether it be bickering with Constance, or playing games with Rhonda, or building something with Number Two, or these times with Mr. Benedict and her dad, she really was part of a whole family now.

And she had Reynie and Sticky, too, and even Ms. Perumal and Martina, and she wasn’t alone anymore.

She’d made being alone a good thing, in those years—she was independent, smart, fast, she could do anything on her own and didn’t have to rely on anyone else. But now she had people, people who had her back, and she was still all of those things, but she had people to count on, now, had people who cared about her and listened to her and liked her.

But still—it wasn’t this, surrounding by laughter and warmth and still leaving a puddle on the carpet—that made her finally cry.

It was at an amazingly innocuous time, actually—and some time later.

There should have been nothing that made this hug different—she’d beaten Reynie in a game of chess, finally, and he hadn’t even let her win, and he’d been a real good sport about her very loud and elaborate victory dance. (In her defense, she’d never won a game against him once.)

And she’d told M—her dad, still bouncing excitedly, and he’d swept her into his arms and said good job, Katie-Cat! and. just.

Kate, wrapped in her dad’s arms, warm and secure and he was proud and Katie-Cat and everything was fine and she had a family and she wasn’t alone but that was a good thing now—

Kate burst into tears.

This was about as unexpected for her as it was for Milligan, who was, to put it mildly, a little alarmed.

She tried to choke out through (annoyingly loud, god, who knew crying was so loud) sobs that she was!! fine!! really!! She had no idea where this was coming from, she wasn’t even sad—

(Except she was. Sad for the lost decade of time, sad for her father, taken away from his life and hurt and alone, sad for Mr. Benedict, who’d found out his brother was doing such awful things, sad for all the people who’d been taken or had lost someone, sad for herself, because she liked the person she was, and she hadn’t hated a lot of her childhood, but she’d missed her dad and she’d thought he left herand it was fucking sad, okay—but all of this, she had this, but why was it hitting now of all times for fuck’s sake?)

Her throat hurt and her cheeks ached and she was sure she was turning red and she could hear the others—Mr. Benedict’s concerned oh, dear, oh dear, and Constance’s bewildered “anger” covering obvious concern, and Rhonda’s knowing hum and Number Two shooing everyone away—but all she could really focus on was her dad’s arms wrapped tightly around her, hands gently stroking her hair as he murmured soothing nothings, soft it’s alrights and let it outs, rocking her gently back and forth, and she just buried her face in his chest and cried.

Afterwards was, perhaps, the most awkward yet comforting thing that had ever happened to her.

For one, crying had actually felt—kind of nice, once it was over. Cleansing, maybe? She was wrung out and exhausted and her throat hurt, but she felt better.

And also—well. The others…

Constance seemed deeply worried, although she wouldn’t admit it, and Number Two was shoving snacks at her, even though she was back to normal and her random crying glitch was quite resolved, thank you.

Rhonda had patted her shoulder and told her that sometimes it happened, random crying fits when everything sort of hit you at once, perfectly normal and nothing to worry about, especially someone so young, but if you ever need to talk, well, any of them would be glad to listen.

Mr. Benedict, similarly, had very kindly talked to her and while she very much appreciated it, it was a bit embarrassing to give all of this so much attention. It was fine, just a—a brief crying fit. Like Rhonda said! It happens! (You’re quite right, he’d agreed, laughing a little, I’ve had my own share of them, in fact! We just want to make sure you’re okay, that’s all, Kate.)

But he gave very nice hugs. Not quite as good as her dad’s hugs. But then, she was biased. And also objectively right.

Her dad was the one she ended up telling all of this to. Spilling the beans, as it were.

I really am fine now, she ended with.

And he said he believed her, but hugged her tightly again, and this time she had the feeling that maybe it was his turn to be on the verge of tears. He hugged her close again, rocking a little back and forth, and although she wasn’t about to cry again, she felt better anyway.

#my writing #askbox #mbs disney #milligan #kate wetherall #milligan wetherall #tmbs

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simpsiren · 3 years

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closer to you

lee jeno x reader

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the sequel

description. you’re in a 2 year relationship with jaemin. the two of you know very well that you arent each other’s soulmates but you still felt that jaemin was the right one for you. that is until you are celebrating your 2 year anniversary with jaemin that memories of you being with someone else in your so called “past life” starts coming back to you, as if wanting to make you realise that your soulmate is still out there.

genre. soulmate au, strangers to lovers au, fluff and angst

warnings. none? except for the fact that reader becomes violent in their words when they’re stressed i guess

a/n. literally got this idea from the flashback tiktoks thats been appearing in my fyp. like ive seen it so many times that i just had to write about it HAHA alrighty thats all enjoyy :D

when the idea of soulmates was first represented to humans, humans deeply believed in it, and would follow the idea of it religiously to find the one that they are truly meant to be with. however, now in the modern day, the idea of soulmates is slowly disappearing. people still believe that the number engraved on the side of their right foot is the time and date that they’ll meet their soulmates, but people of this generation start ignoring that fact, marrying someone that isnt even their soulmate. it left their actual soulmate to either die alone, or having to force themselves to love and marry someone else other than their soulmate.

and now here you are, surrounded by your friends with jaemin sitting next to you, your boyfriend of two years who’s number on the side of his foot does not match yours.

“blow out the candles already!” you hear johnny screaming. you and jaemin turn to look at each other at the same time, giving a smile before blowing out the two candles on the red velvet cheesecake that signified your two year relationship with jaemin.

you laugh loudly as everyone claps for the two of you. jaemin quickly places a peck on your cheek, making everyone smile widely. “i love you.” jaemin whispers into your ear.

“i love you too.”

“do you really not care who your actually soulmate is? you know very well jaemin isnt yours.” you purse your lips into a thin line as you find jaehyun leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“does it look like i care? who the hell even cares? ill be with who i wanna be! i aint gonna follow some ‘oh you’re destined to be with this guy’ type bullshit.” you giggle to yourself as you took a sip the whiskey in hand, despite already being in a very drunken state.

jaehyun walks over to you and snatches the glass away from you. you whine and beg for it back, but you know all too well that jaehyun is not going to give you what you want. you let out a huff in response.

“my god, evaline. how drunk can you be?” jaehyun takes a seat on the chair that faces your bed, in which you are currently rolling on and mumbling to yourself about god knows what.

jaehyun sighs as he looks at you. he’s been your friend for almost forever yet he still cant get over the fact that no matter how hard he tries to persuade you that jaemin isnt your soulmate, you give zero fucks about it.

“i really hope he comes in your dreams or something. if i can’t convince you, then why isnt the world doing anything about it?” jaehyun whispers to himself, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow is placed on the arm rest of the chair.

you wake up with a sharp pain in your head. you wince as you slowly tried to sit up straight. you rub your eyes and try looking around your room. everything is normal, except for the fact that jaehyun is sleeping on your chair. you shrug your shoulders as you let out a long sigh and stare at the door in front of you, spacing out for a little. after at least five minutes of you doing nothing and staring off into who knows what, you gather up your strength to stand up from your bed. you stagger your way over to jaehyun.

“jae, wake up already. make me something to sober up- ouch!”

your foot suddenly hurt, making you stumble back and fall onto the floor. you flinched in fear when you realise the number on your foot is glowing. you scream in pain as you feel as though something thin and sharp is constantly stabbing your foot. the spinning in your head only made it worse. jaehyun wakes up from all your screaming and drops down on the floor to assist you quickly.

“evaline? eva! what’s wrong? wait why’s it glowing..” jaehyun eyes travel from your scrunched up face to your leg, noticing the number that’s glowing.

suddenly, your vision became blurry. you lost sight of what’s happening around you. you dont see your room and jaehyun in front of you anymore. you struggled as you try to squint your eyes to get your vision to be clear. it took awhile for your vision to come back. and when it did, something wasnt right.

it was like you were having a flashback. a flashback to a time you were unfamiliar with. you didn’t remember experiencing it at all. but the flasback looked like memories that you feel a sudden strong connection with.

the flashback was vivid. you couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. you saw a guy, estimated to be around your age, who’s smiling widely till his eyes form a thin line and holding up a polaroid camera to your point of view. you heard him laugh as snaps a picture and the camera’s flash shined your view. you soon focused your vision again onto the guy. he’s waiting for the film to develop. and that’s all you saw. a small snippet of a far distant memory which you arent even sure if it happened.

after that, you snapped out of your odd trance. you feel jaehyun shaking your shoulders with the look of extreme concern on your face. you bring your hand up to your head and scratch it slowly as you tilt your head in awe. jaehyun stops his actions as looks at you wierdly.

“what the fuck did i just experience?” you mumble to yourself, trying to process what you just went through. you look up from the floor to see jaehyun blinking his eyes rapidly.

“you saw what?”

you were this close to slapping jaehyun in the face.

“how many times do i have to fucking repeat myself?! i got a flashback of a memory of some random dude that i dont even know about!”

jaehyun’s mouth remains open in shock and confusion. it took him a few seconds to process your words. and when it did, he places both his hands on the table.

“its a sign.” your forehead creases as you look at him weirdly.

“the fuck you just say?” you pick up your fork and stab it into your freshly cooked fried chicken meal.

“is this the first time you experience it?” jaehyun asks you as he takes a sip of water. you took a moment to think about it.

“yeah it is.” you breathe out. jaehyun only nodded his head. he starts thinking about what he wished for that night had something to do with what happened to you.

“you know what? forget it. i need to meet up with jaemin for our date. ill see you around.” you finish what’s left on your plate, waving to jaehyun before leaving the restaurant.

jaehyun watches your back as you slowly disappear into the distance. “it cant be... can it?” jaehyun shakes his head and continues eating.

“hey, babe. how was lunch with jaehyun?” jaemin wraps his arm around your waist as he leans down to peck your lips.

“it was good. let’s get ice cream.” you give off a wide smile and dragged jaemin to the famous ice cream shop that you were dying to try.

by the time you were halfway to finishing your ice cream, it was already 8pm. you’re weekly ice cream date with jaemin never fails to be extended as your chats with him grow longer and longer with every date.

as jaemin was talking, your mind goes back to the time you had that odd flashback. you wonder what it meant, or whats the significance of it. why did that suddenly happen to you? what can you do to make it go away? because for all you know, you have everything you need right here, in front of you. you had jaemin.

“eva? hello~?” jaemin waves his hand in front of you to snap you back into reality. you shake your head vigorously. “oh shit im sorry jaemin what did you say?” jaemin smiles softly as he repeats over what he say.

it was about 10pm and you decided it was finally time to go home. you would have taken the train alone but jaemin insisted on accompanying you home and going back by himself after. you and jaemin were walking down the street that will lead to your apartment when jaemin sudden opens his mouth to ask you something.

“did you ever believe about the soulmate thing?” you stop walking and turn your body to face jaemin. jaemin does the same, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you shrug your shoulder and placed your weight on one leg. “i used to, but i slowly started to think it was ridiculous and that i should be able to love who i want, not someone im destined to be with.” you reply, slowly reaching your hand out to run your hand through jaemin’s hair. he smiles at your touch and pulls you in with your other arm, hugging you gently.

“im glad to be the one that you love, despite the fact that im not who you’re destined to be with.” jaemin strokes your hair and digs his head into the crook of your neck. you rub his back slowly. “me too.” you kiss jaemin on the cheek and pull away, smiling softly. “come on, we’re almost at my apartment.” your hands trailed down to meet jaemin’s, interlocking your fingers with his and you both continued walking down the long street.

however, for the first time, it felt as though jaemin’s hand didn’t sit right with yours, like his hand didnt belong to fit in yours. you look down at the interlocking hands. you never felt this way before. why did it occur to you only now?

“something on your mind, eva?” you hear jaemin ask. you shot your gaze up from your jaemin’s hand to his eyes, shaking your head as you faked a smile.

weird

a week has passed since that weird encounter of yours. you couldn’t get it out of your head. every hour of the day you’ll spare a few minutes thinking about it. why did you feel so connected to it? you felt eager to know about what i meant. why did a few seconds of experiencing a distant memory would be etched into your mind as you constantly replay what you saw that time?

you found it funny how you were already so deep in your thoughts early in the morning. you lay in bed looking through your social medias for awhile before getting out of bed to head to the living room.

you see jaehyun sitting on the couch, immensely concentrated on whatever’s on the television screen. you take a seat beside jaehyun, looking down, you see him munching on a bowl of popcorn.

“popcorn for breakfast. really?” you raise an eyebrow as jaehyun nods his head and offers the bowl. you take it regardless of your comment and stuffed popcorn in your mouth.

“you didn’t shower yet?” jaehyun asks. you only shrug in reply. jaehyun looks at you with a disguested look.

“i bet you didn’t shower either, now did you?” jaehyun kept quiet as his eyes widened yet still glued onto the screem. you observed his reaction and scoff, rolling your eyes. “idiot.” jaehyun glances at you and chukles, reaching out to take a handful of popcorn.

“what are you even watching?”

“a movie that i didn’t finish last night.” that explains the popcorn then.

you focus your mind on the movie, despite not knowing what it’s about. everything seemed normal until you see a couple suddenly come on screen. they’re apparently at a amusement park.

almost instantly, you lost sight of your surroundings. oh no.. it’s happening again. you shut your eyes tightly as your vision became blurry once again. you opened your eyes widely to find yourself at an amusement park. a flashback is now occuring, this time it was different.

the flashback. it wasnt a memory you’re unfamiliar with. its jaemin. you see jaemin come into view. it looked like you were taken back to your third date where jaemin brought you to an amusement park. you see him running in front of you happily. jaemin was about to turn around, and you remembered that exactly after that he smiled at you. but he doesn’t. you realise that its not even jaemin.

the one you’re seeing now is the guy from your previous flashback. the polaroid guy. he smiled the exact same way he did when he took the picture of you in the flashback. the guy reaches out to take your hand and you’re being pulled towards him. why does it feel like you’ve seen him somewhere? or maybe you haven’t, but feel like you would some time in the future.

“eva? god, evaline! wake up please!” you hear jaehyun’s voice.

“did it happened agai-“

“it happened again.”

you look around. everything was back to normal. you look at jaehyun. but his eyes were fixated on your foot, he looks shocked. you slowly tilt your head down to look at the number on your right foot. it changed. the number.. reshuffled themselves?

“you’re seeing that too right..?”

you nod your head slowly. its getting more weird. the number on your foot said that you’ll meet your “soulmate” on february 12th, 2020 at 7:06pm. but now, it changed itself to become december 6th, 2020 at 2:19am.

basically it went from 12.02.2020 19:06 to 06.12.2020 02:19

“did i space out again?” you look up at jaehyun as he nod slowly, still looking at your foot in shock. you couldn’t blame him. what happen? did it somehow extended the time you’re about to meet your soulmate? why did it happen? what does it mean?

you told jaehyun what happen. and he almost fainted. you let out a long sigh.

“im telling you its a sign. probably the guy you’re seeing is your soulmate.” jaehyun says lazily and he muched on some strawberry pocky.

“then why was jaemin in the flashback too? isnt it weird?” jaehyun nods his head quickly. he puts down the pack of pocky on his lap and blinks a couple of times. you see the gears turning in his head as you assume that he’s trying to come up with an explanation.

“maybe jaemin’s tied to the guy? like maybe jaemin knows him. or the dude’s from your past life and somehow jaemin is representing the guy in your present life.” jaehyun looks down to see his pocky was stolen from you. you nod your head and you continuously stuffed each stick into your mouth and eating them. “urgh i dont fucking know what to do about this!” you groan in frustration. suddenly, something hits you.

“wait. what’s today’s date?”

jaehyun lifts his phone up to check. “30th november. why?” jaehyun asks. “oh wait.”

“you’re telling me i have a full week until i meet my so called soulmate that i dont even know where ill meet him?!”

you scoff in disbelief. jaehyun doesnt respond, only staring at your face like he’s seen a ghost.

“can i somehow break someone’s neck and slam it on the wall for like i dont know, 5 hours?!”

no reply from jaehyun once again.

“oh for fuck’s sake i cant do this! im heading to johnny’s tea shop for my depression tea. meet me there if you want, i’ll probably be there the whole day as my head constantly spins.”

you quickly got up from the couch and get ready. jaehyun sees you coming out of your room with a hoodie and plain wide legged jeans. you only grab your phone and keys and waved jaehyun goodbye before leaving the apartment. jaehyun sighs.

“i might have set her temper circuit short.” jaehyun whispers to himself and sighs, getting off the couch as well to head over to johnny’s tea shop. “literally could have drove her there but oh well.”

when you enter the shop, johnny face lit up with a huge smile. he runs over to hug you but his smile soon fades away and into a confused look when he sees how pissed you look.

“that’s very... interesting.” johnny comments. you sigh and nod, fiddling with the teaspoon in your drink. “yeah well its not going to be fun once jaemin knows.” johnny stops in his actions and looks up at you. your eyes glanced at johnny before tilting your head up from the drink that wrapped around your hands.

“yes i haven’t told jaemin. i didn’t think it meant anything at first but now...”

“you have to tell him! soon! its a sign!” johnny exclaims. you smacked your hand onto your forehead lightly. “i’ve heard that phrase countless of times by jaehyun and now you too? can you please explain?” you whine, scratching your head vigorously as you argrily take a sip of tea.

you were stressed, very stressed. life was going so well until this happened. you dont know who the mystery guy is. you dont know why he’s “memories” with you suddenly come back, especially when you’re in a really intimate relationship with jaemin. the same question keeps repeating in your head over and over each day and it gets more stressful when you try to think of an answer for them.

“no no listen. it happened to my relative. she was 3 months away from marrying her boyfriend who’s number doesnt match hers. and then she started getting weird flashbacks and she said that the number on her foot changed so that she wouldn’t miss a chance to meet her soulmate in the future instead of the past. and the so called memories? they’re memories that you’ll make with your soulmate once you meet them. the world is trying to make you realise that the guy in your flashbacks is your soulmate and not jaemin.”

you kept silent. so what jaehyun said was right. it was a sign to encourage you to find your real soulmate instead of settling for the one you arent meant to be with. you let out a sigh of relief as you finally know the background information to your whole situation.

“that’s a lot to take in.. how am i suppose to tell jaemin?” you frown as you look out the window. you love jaemin, very much. but to be honest, for the whole 2 years of your relationship with him, everything felt perfect, yet something was off. you never managed to pin point what, until now.

“oh i texted him just now when you were talking to me and he’s coming since he wants to see you.” great. you arent mentally prepared to tell jaemin yet and he’s going to arrive here in 15 minutes.

“evaline! johnny texted me saying you were here and i immediately rushed over.” jaemin comes up from behind and kisses your cheek. you purse your lips into a thin line and you look to johnny leaving his seat. he nods his head, in a way to give you confidence to tell jaemin about the whole ordeal.

“jaemin.. i have to tell you something.” when jaemin takes the seat where johnny sat, you reach your hand out to grab his, slowly soothing your thumb over his skin. “mhm yeah what?” you look up from his hand to his face.

“ive been getting um.. signs lately. flashbacks. jaehyun told me that the guy, who’s always the main subject of my flashbacks could be my soulmate. and i might be meeting him soon, on 6th december.” you whisper to him, biting your lip.

jaemin swallows his own saliva, blinking at you a few times as he tries to process what you said. he lets out a long sigh and painfully puts on a soft smile.

“i knew it was going to happen to one of us sooner. ive heard about the flashbacks. its bound to happen sooner or later.” you nod your head in response.

“im sorry, jaemin. i love you very much-“

“its fine. i understand. im glad the world made you realise that you’re soulmate is still wondering around somewhere, and that it isnt me. im happy i got to spend 2 years loving you.. it made me feel good.” you interlocked your fingers with his, smiling softly before letting go.

you could tell jaemin was hurt. like a knife was stabbed into his heart. you see it behind his smile, his eyes. you knew him all too well.

“we’ll still be friends. and i hope you’re soulmate will come to you.”

jaemin only nods. you lean in and give one last passionate kiss on the cheek before hearing the bell above the door ringing, and noticing that jaehyun has arrived.

december 3rd, 2020. you’re three days away to meeting your soulmate. where? you werent sure.

“good morning, evaline.” you hear jaehyun say. you just got out of bed and you were walking to the kitchen when you see what jaehyun was doing. he’s reading a book. your vision went blank.

its another flashback. you start to mentally prepare yourself as yoh want to absorb as much information as possible on your soulmate in the small portion of the memories.

“the book’s is interesting.” you’re hearing your soulmates voice. you try to figure out if you’ve heard it or not, but shake it out of your head when yoh remember your goal of gathering information. you registered the tone of his voice.

he’s sitting on a bed with round gold glasses on, in his pajamas.

your soulmate laughs. the same way he did the first time. he turns the book to you and it showed his phone betweem the pages of the book, resting there. “just joking!” you hear him say. you take a look at the wallpaper of your soulmate’s lockscreen. it was a picture of him kissing your cheek. it looked oddly the same as the picture you and jaemin once took together. however, there was a text above the picture. evaline heather and lee jeno

lee jeno. that’s the name of your soulmate.

december 5th, 2020. you’re starting to mentally prepare yourself. you dont know where you’re about to meet him. you tried coming up with all possibilities. to be frank, you were more excited about whether the places you thought of might be the place you meet your soulmate rather than being nervous.

the three flashbacks you had. it felt all too familiar. like you’ve known this lee jeno person forever. you feel the connection each time.

when the clock strikes 12am, your mind unknowingly decides to go to the park. the park where you and jaemin first met. you dont know why. it felt like your body was urging you to go there. you lazily got ready and headed out the door, of course you told jaehyun about your outing before leaving the apartment.

you had your hands shoved into your pockets with your hoodie on as you yawned. you breathed in the night air, admiring it dearly. when you reached the park, a quick glance at your phone told you that its 2am. you sigh and took a seat on the bench mindlessly after walking around the park.

you sat there for a few minutes, looking up into the sky and staring off into the distance. suddenly, you felt a presence next to you. you turn your head over to see a guy.

“you seemed pretty lonely so i brought ice cream-“

that voice.

“what’s your name?” you interrupt

the guy pauses and smiles. his face, his smile. its just like the one in your flashback.

“lee jeno. you?”

you didn’t reply. its him. he’s your soulmate, he’s here.

“why does it feel like ive known you for a very long time..?” you slowly started to ask as your eyes looked at him up and down.

jeno chuckles. “maybe..” you see jeno taking off his slipper on his right foot and lifting up his foot. you see the exact number that’s engraved on your foot.

“im your soulmate.”

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littlebitoffanfic · 4 years

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The Warriors Smile

Fandom: Pocahontas Characters: Kocoum, Kekata, Nakoma, Pocahontas Relationship: Kocoum AN: So I remember seeing this request for Kocoum, but I cant seem to find the specific request. I remember it being about him not dying and the reader traveling with John and the reader falling in love with Kocoum and respecting his culture, but the details are foggy. Im not sure if this was what you had in mind, but I hope it satisfies you for now and if ive totally miss remembers the request or its not what you were looking for, just let me know 😊

You didn’t like being on deck when it was such a storm. You were useful as a medic, but your training didn’t extend to battle the harsh sea. But after John had jumped overboard for Thomas, you came to make sure they weren’t injured. John saw your sour face when the men started talk of killing anyone you came across in the new world. After he came down from the crows nest, he tried to cheer you up, not knowing that you only stayed on deck to speak with him. “You look like you were the one who fell overboard.” He leaned against the banister, his face scrunched up in fake concern. “I wish you wouldn’t call them savages.” You mumbled to John, not having enough energy to fight with the rest of the crew. “But they are.” He looked at you perplexed. “Besides, everyone else on this ship calls them sav-“ “You’re not everyone else, John. And they look up to you. You cant have not noticed Thomas following you around like a shadow.” You saw the smirk pull at his lips meaning he knew what you were talking about.

“He listens to you, too. Hes becoming pretty knowledgeable with medical stuff because he follows you around like a child.” John fires back, and he was right. But only because you warned Thomas that you might not always be around and he needed to know enough in case something happened to you. “Just, just remember. They’re humans too.” You huffed, wanting to move the subject back. “But they’re different.” John kicks off a boot to pour out some water. “They aren’t as different as you think, John. We’re different. Most people on this ship are different. Different eye colour, hair colour, height, weight, built.” You wave to the crew who weren’t paying any head as they secured the deck. “But i bet they have hearts that beat, lungs that breath and blood that runs red.” “Maybe I’ll find you a savage for you to find out.” John smirks at you as he tries to lighten the mood, but the moment he saw you weren’t impressed, he stopped. John could normally read you like a book. You had bother grown up together, and he pulled you along on his adventures many times. He got into fights and you patched him up. You had warned him that you were just a nurse, and one day you might not be able to patch him up. But he dismissed you as a ‘rambling wife’. Not that you were married, or anywhere near a relationship. In truth, you were sure you two would rip each others throats out if left alone too long. But people often assumed there was more than friendship. “I truly hope you are joking, John. No one deserves to die for simply being alive.” You shake your head, disappointed as you stand, rubbing your arms. You turn to disappear back into your quarters, hoping your words might have some weight with the man.

------time skip ---------------

When John disappeared from the landing party, you found yourself wondering into the surrounding woods. You knew you would be chastised for it later, but you didn’t care. It was so beautiful. you wouldn’t go too far, venturing about 15 minutes away from the others until you found a clearing. The way the sun shone down on the forests was like something out of a fairy-tale. You were so lost in the beauty of it all that you almost didn’t notice the small chirping coming from the ground beside you. Glancing down, you saw a small bird. It had a yellowy orange chest, with a blue back and black markings. Crouching down, you wondered why a bird would be this close to the ground. It seemed dangerous. Unless something was wrong with him? The bird began to jump to you, but you saw its left leg wasn’t taking any pressure and it hobbles a little. “Shhh.” You picked up the small bird with ease and sat down with your legs crossed, your skirt making a small nest for the animal to sit in. “I think you have dislocated your leg, sir.” You mused, gently wrapping the bird in the towel and making sure you could still get to the leg . You grabbed some small bandages you used for fingers and smaller cuts and folded it in half so it was the length of the birds leg. You wrapped the small leg till you felt it had enough padding without hindering the bird too much and then tied it up. “All done. My fee will be in the mail.” You laugh to yourself, even though there was no one around to hear your little joke. You unwrap the bird, which tweets happily. “Lets get you somewhere high.” Getting to your feet, you hold the bird in your hands, leaving the towel and your medical supplies on the floor as you searched the surrounding trees till you found a branch about the hight of you eyes. Taking the bird over, you place it on the tree, but the branch wasn’t thick enough and you didn’t think it was high enough either. “Higher?” You ask, even though the bird has no say as you pick it up again, venturing to another tree which was higher up. The bird didn’t even move from your hand as you reached up to let it go onto the branch. It started tweeted, looking up to a near by tree. You followed its eyes and saw a small bundle of sticks and twigs nestled between two thick branches. The problem was that the nest was about 10 foot off the ground. You groaned, walking up to the tree and looking up at your new destination. There was a branch that you could grab onto, but you didn’t know if you had the upper body strength to pull yourself up and hold yourself with just one free hand. Moving the bird into one hand, you reached up and grabbed the branch. You managed to walk up the tree and pull yourself up till you were eye level with the branch you were holding, but your arm was shaking. You were almost parallel to the branch as you glanced down, seeing you were now a good 5 foot off the ground. Before you could even reach out and attempt to put the bird up to its nest, your arm spasmed and you lost your grip. You didn’t even have a chance to yell as you fell, preparing yourself to crash on the ground. Until arms caught you. Your eyes had been scrunched shut, expecting pain, so your mind immediately thought John or one of the others had found you. Opening your eyes, you forgot how to breath. The man who had caught you was unbelievably handsome. Strong cheek bones and jaw line with dark brown, intelligent eyes that stared back at your own. You knew your surprise was painted on your face, but his was stoic, like a warrior. He had long hair with shaven sides, like a mohawk, but the hair fell to the left and down to his shoulder, and white feathers adorned the back of his head. The man lowered you to the ground gently. You both watched each others every movement, trying to work out if the other was dangerous or not. Just because you refused to call them savages didn’t mean you trusted them completely. You were on their land, their homes. They were within their rights to chase you off or punish you if they saw fit. The bird chirped in your hands. Apparently, you had tried to protect the bird from the fall rather than try held yourself. Great self-preservation skills. The man took a few steps back from you but before you could ask why, he ran at you. You let out a small yelp, turning away to try protect yourself. But then you heard a grunt. Looking through your hair, you saw he had ran right past you. And up the tree. He was holding himself on the branch, managing to get enough momentum to get past the lower branch and brace himself on it with a straight elbow on one hand. The sheer strength in his arm was shown by the muscles. He reached out to you, eyes darting to the bird. You instantly understood and went to him, placing the bird carefully in his outstretched hand. He rose it to the nest and the bird jumped happily into its home. You smiled widely, happy that the animal could recover from its injury in its home from a little while. Perhaps you could bring it some food later. The man looked back to you, and you caught his eyes. Despite your smile, his face stayed stoic. Taking a step back, you allowed the man space to jump back down, landing elegantly before straightening back up. He towered over you, and you suddenly felt rather intimidated by his presence as your eyes fell to the red markings on his chest. Two clawed paws. Like a bears or wolfs. You opening your mouth, about thank him when you heard voices calling your name. Whipping to look over your shoulder to where the voices came from, you started to panic. If they found this man, he was dead. Looking back to him, you saw his eyes darting to the sound as well, his stance strong. In fact, you could see that he was growing more hostile with every call. “you need to go.” You whispered, drawing his attention back to you. But his eyes showed confused. He couldn’t understand you. You tried make a shooing motion with your hands, but he only grew more perplexed. Eventually, you were drawn to more drastic measures. You placed your hands on his bare chest and pushed him back behind the tree. He stumbled slightly, before his stance became really aggressive. But he was out of sight now. You backed off, pressing your fingers to your lips as you silently begged him to stay hidden. And just in time. “[y/n]!? Where have you been?” Thomas called out to you and you flashed the man a small smile before walking back to your items. “Frolicking through the flowers, are we?” Ben laughed but ti quickly stopped. “Whats that on your hand, lass?” Looking down, you saw some of the red paint from the stranger had rubbed off onto your hand. “Oh, I found an injured bird.” You wiped the evidence on your skirt as you gathered up your things. “We better get you back.” Thomas looked to the sky, the sun lower in the sky. “Okay. I’ll follow.” You nod, throwing your bag over your shoulder. The two men retreated back into the woods, you following behind. But not before you could steal a glance back to the tree, seeing the stranger watching. You smiled at him before turning back. You heard the men grumbling about having to dig for gold. You would certainly make sure Ratcliff had a piece of your mind if he thought for a second you’d be digging. however, the moment you got back, all hell broke loose. Guns were firing, and crys that there was savages. Ducking behind a waggon, you saw them firing at some people in the trees, and they hit one. That might have been the end of it, but then you saw the man from the forest. He scooped up his fallen alley and carried him back into the wood as they all retreated. Stuck in a conflict, you stayed hidden as you thought. You owed him something. Not your life, but he had saved you from a broken hip or a concussion. And you knew they probably wouldn’t be able to treat a gun wound. You thought of the man, suffering in agony before dying with no understanding of what had hit him. So you did the unthinkable. Racing into the woods, you followed them, until they reach a village. You almost collapse when you see the colony of small huts. The crew would slaughter them as sure as day. A deep sickness filed your stomach as you press your hand over your mouth. You took an oath to help people, not hurt them. Holding the strap of your bag, you take a shaking breath. You could very well be walking into certain death, but that man needed your help. Taking a deep breath, you circled the outside of the village until you saw them taking the injured man into a hut. That must be either his home, or a medical place. You would bet the latter. Slipping inside, the group were too preoccupied with the wounded man to notice someone who wasn’t like them had entered. You felt like you had just entered a sleeping lions den. So you cleared your throat. Like lions, they turned and bore weapons at you as if they were fangs. “No, I want to help.” You held your hands up to show you meant no harm, but the men couldn’t understand you. You looked around, trying to figure out a way to show them you wanted to help him. Pulling the bag open, you pulled out the bandage you had. Showing it to them that it wasn’t a weapon, you began to wrap it around your arm. “Help.” You repeated, pointing to the gunshot wound. Their eyes narrowed, but none protest as you moved closer to the injured as you unravel the bandage from your arm. You would need it. You inspected the gunshot wound. There was no way he could survive this without medical help. But you would need the take the bullet out, clean the wound and sew him shut. You didn’t notice the chief looking to the man you had met not an hour ago. There was a silent understanding between them to let you be unless you caused any issues. And the shaman had said he didn’t know how to heal such wounds. “I need to take the bullet out.” You spoke, knowing they couldn’t understand everything you said. You rummaged to the bottom of your bag and found the spare bullets that the men had dropped. Pulling them out, you showed the man you assumed to be the leader one of the bullets between your thumb and pointing finger. You then mimicked how the men held the guns and made a quiet gun shot noise before showing them the bullet flying to his wound. Eyes widened as they realises what you were saying. “We need to take it out.” You pull out your bullet remover. It was a relatively new invention in the medical word, only about 50 years old but it was a key part of your tool kit. But you didn’t know it they would understand that. Your eyes flickered to the head healer, who looked to chief. A breeze came through the tent, making you shudder while the small group closed their eyes for a brief moment. When the chief opened his eyes, he nodded to the head healer who looked back to you. “Save him.” He told you, making your eyes widen at his English. But you nodded, and got to work. They let you work without question but with watchful eyes. You warned it would hurt, and apologised. But the man gritted his teeth and managed to stay still. Bullets were kind of a speciality of yours. It wasn’t something you were proud of, but it was a fact. the bullet was out with 5 minutes. But that didn’t mean it was over just yet. You sewed up the wound, trying to make it as neat as you could. “You’re doing really well. Im nearly done, I promise.” You glance to the injured man, and you could see the relief in his eyes. “Why did you come?” Their leader asked you. “To help. Im a medic. I took a vow to heal people where I could.” You answer truthfully as you wipe away the blood from around the wound and placing a gauge over it. “Your people caused this.” The chiefs words made you flinch. “My people are ignorant and arrogant. I am not like them. I don’t want a war or anyone to get hurt.” You shook your head, feeling the guilt in your stomach. “Why?” he knelt next to you, his eyes watching your face closely. “All blood is red. Its my job to heal that.” You look at him, hoping he might understand your reasoning more than you did. “We cannot let you leave.” The chief stated as he stood, but you had prepared for this. “if you don’t, they will come to find me.” You answer, looking up at him. “Then how do we know we can trust you?” he asked, his chin rising as he spoke to look down at you. “You cant.” You answered honestly, your eyes dropping. “But I can trade you supplies. Like these. To help if you do get into fights. I don’t have much, but it will help you.” The chief regarded you for a moment, his mind thinking over your deal. “Are they dangerous?” The leader asked you as you focused than you needed to on tying the bandage. Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you nodded once. “Leave by night fall. Do not return.” He spoke with authority and you nodded, thankful he was allowing your freedom. “Thank you.” You bowed your head to him out of respect as you packed your things. “We will fight this enemy, but we cannot do it alone. Kocoum-“ the chief was answered as the stranger from earlier stood and followed him. “Send messengers to every village in our nation. We will call on our brothers to help us fight.” He walked out the door, the stranger from earlier at his side as he addressed his people. “These white men are dangerous. No one is to go near them.” You sat back on your heels, unsure what to think. Had you condemned your friends? But these people had a right to know, to protect themselves, didn’t they? You were conflicted, torn between the right thing to do. The lead healer hummed a little, regarding you. You held out a spare gauge and bandage to him, which he took along with a bottle of anti-septic. “Its incredible, how calm he was.” You look at the man, who lay with his eyes closed as if in a trance. “I will speak on your healing once it is done.” He muses, but his eyes danced with some amusement as you smiled at him. He pushed a bowl of water to you so you could wash the blood off your hands. Just as you were drying your hands, the stranger from earlier stepped back in. Kocoum. “I hope to meet you again, child. But not in such circumstances.” The healer smiled, nodding to you before he continued his chant from earlier, signalling it was your time to leave. Kocoum snuck you out the back, and guided you through the forest in silence. You followed without question, occasionally falling behind a little but always catching up until you saw the wooden logs being hauled up to build a fortress. Placing a hand on Kocoums arm, you stopped him. “You shouldn’t go any further.” You told him, your eyes screaming apologies to him as you stepped in front. “But im glad we met again, even if the circumstances were awful.” Kocoum nodded, and you were sure if he was agreeing with you or simply acknowledging your words. “Goodbye.” You step away from him, and he gives you a small bow, before he moves behind a tree, hiding. When you emerge, it feels like the entire crew fauns over you, worried. But Ratcliffe suddenly appears, parting the crew like a sea as he regards you. “Where did you run off to?” he asks, his voice not showing any concern for your wellbeing but probably for your lack of labour. “The guns and fighting scared me. I ran to the woods for cover and got lost.” You lied. “And did you… find anything?” Ratcliffe prys, leaning down as if to intimidate you but you stood your ground. “No.” You shook your head, not breaking under his pressure. he huffed, demanding everyone gets back to word before retreating to his quarters. As the crew disperses, you steal a glance to the woods, unable to see Kocoum anymore.

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You told yourself that you were just going to feed the bird. That’s the only reason you were going back to that clearing. But you weren’t. That man had plagued your sleep, and you wanted to see him again. walking through the forest, you wondered if you were lost, until the clearing came into view. Digging into your bag, you grabbed the paper bag of bread pieces and seeds you had managed to get your hands on. Walking up to the tree, the bird appeared on the lower branch that you could reach, apparently recognising you and tweeting happily. You took a palm full of the food and held it up to the creature, who happily jumped onto your wrist to peck at the food. “Thank you.” A voice spoke from behind you, making you jump. But when you saw it was Kocoum, you relaxed. You had never heard him speak before. “How is he doing?” You ask, going back to your task of feeding the bird. You could just leave the seeds on the branch, but you wanted to be doing something. “He grows stronger every day.” Kocoum informs you. “That’s good. I cant imagine the fear he must have felt.” You muse, as the bird jumps onto your fingers, hopping across your hand to stand on your palm to peak at the food. You were grateful because you could lower your arms, which were hurting a little. “Why did you follow?” Kocoum suddenly asked as you turned and sat at the bottom of the tree. In truth, you knew it was risky. Any instinct you had told you to run away, but you were so interested by him that all you really wanted to do was talk. “I already told you. I don’t like seeing others suffer.” You move the seeds into one hand, freeing your right hand. With the back of your pointing finger, you stroke the birds head, smiling. “Plus, I own you for saving me from a nasty fall.” He didn’t laugh with you, but you didn’t mind. You were a stranger to him, an enemy even. Kocoum stayed standing, but backed away so he wasn’t looming over you. It suddenly dawned on you that you knew his name, yet he didn’t know your own. “Im [y/n].” you suddenly say, wanting to right that wrong. “Kocoum.” He pressed a fist to his chest. “I know.” You smile, amused by the birds trust in you as you petted it. Looking up, you saw Kocoum was confused and, perhaps, suspicious. “I heard the others call you by that name.” Your explanation seemed to ease his suspicions, but not completely erase them. He sat with you for an hour or so, and you told him about your home. You didn’t want to ask about his own in case he thought you were going to relay information. When you noticed that your absents would soon be reported, you stood. Placing the bird back in the tree, you told Kocoum goodbye, but he followed you. At first, it made you a little uneasy, until you reached the edge of the forest and it dawned on you that he was making sure you got back safely. Before you could turn and thank him, he was gone. For the next few days, you found yourself running off to the clearing, and most times he was there. There was the occasion that he wasn’t, but he seemed to like your little meeting. You were both suspicious of each other, but it seemed to ease out as you both spoke. Well, you spoke and he listened. He would ask questions, and seemed interested in you, but didn’t seem like much of a talking. You joked about it, saying that it was fine because you could talk the ear off anyone, so you could easily make up for it. And, at the, he smiled. You nearly fainted. In the setting sun, in this beautiful clearing with this handsome man, he smiled at you. Your legs were jelly as you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. “Your voice like bird song.” Kocoum’s words would be the death of you, you were sure of it. Now a blushing mess, stumbling over your words, you knew it was time to head home. He accompanied you as always, and yet he stayed a little close than normal. Just before you reached the outskirts, he grabbed your hand. “Stay safe.” He whispered, and you could see the corner in his eyes. “You too.” You returned the concern before the two of you parted.

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Whatever was going on with John, you were worried. Pacing by your tent, you wondered where he had ran off to at such an hour. He should know better than to do this. You didn’t want to confide in anyone in case they told Ratcliffs and he got angry. In fact, you hadn’t seen Thomas around either recently. Stopping, you glance around. Something felt off. Suddenly, the calmness of the night was broken by screams. Grabbing your medical bag, you followed the others. Thomas came running, crying out for help, that John had been attacked and taken. You rushed to calm him but the others got there first, demanding to know what happened. “I kill one of them.” Thomas whispered, swaying back and forth before dropping his gun. “You- you did what?!” You nearly shriek, but managed to keep it down as the men gathered weapons. “I shot one. They took John because I killed one of their own.” He scrunched his eyes up, but when he opened them again, you were gone. Running into the forest, you felt yourself trembling as you raced to the tribe, treason be damned. Maybe you could help, or exchange something for John. You didn’t know. “[y/n]!” A voice called out, making you nearly fall over as you stopped, heart beating so loud as you saw a woman running through the forest to you. She stopped when she saw you had noticed her. “Kekata told me to find you. He said… you could help Kocoum.” She seemed unsure as she spoke, her eyes darting around. “He- He was the one shot?” You whisper in disbelief. And she nods. You followed her as she raced back to the hut where you had went to heal the first man. Sneaking around the outside of the village, you both managed to slip inside without notice. Kekata sat by Kocoum side, who was still. You were praying he was asleep. Passing Nakoma, you raced to his side. “It isn’t as the first one was.” Kekata spoke to you quickly, and you could hear the worry in his voice. “No, its in a more dangerous area.” You nodded, confirming his worries. A hand was placed on your shoulder, making you turn to Kekata. “I wanted to give Kocoum a fighting chance. But I do not expect a miracle from you.” his words sunk in as he stood, preparing to leave. You didn’t know what was going on. What was going to happen. “I do not trust the white men. But I trust you. you might save one life, but I suspect blood will still fall at sunrise. Stay here. This is my safe haven for you, for what you have done for us. A debt repaid. Do not come out of this hut. Do you understand me?” Kekata spoke with such urgency and hints of aggression that all you could do was nod. “If he wakes, sound the horn.” Kekata draws your attention away from Kocoum to look the elder. He was standing at the entrance, gesturing to the corner. You didn’t follow his direction, instead noticing Nakoma, who seemed confused and almost fearful that Kekata was leaving you alone with an injured Kocoum. “But I do not know if it will stop the war.” War. The word hit you like a bolt of lightning as the realising dawned on you. You knew what would happen now, but you couldn’t think about it. You just had to focus on saving Kocoum as the two left the hut with no further words. Putting on your calm façade, you told yourself it was just another patient. Your hands shook a little more than normal, and you paused before you went near the wound. But once you got to work, you were immersed. All the items you had given them were laid out to your side, along with your own and 2 bowls of water. Time seemed to drag, and you felt sick, but you pushed through. You heard things happening outside the hut, the warriors marching to battle, but blocked it out until there was silence. Working by candle light, you blinked away an odd tear and focused. Maybe, if Kocoum did wake, you could spare John too. Then its not a life for a life. Shaking away the grim thoughts, you worked through till you heard the morning chirping of birds. It was still mostly dark out. Once you were finished, you sat back. The cloth you had been using to clean the wound was bloody, and you didn’t want to use it any more. Ripping a piece of your shirt, you knew it was freshly cleaned this evening. The first bowl of water was more blood than water now, so you moved on to the fresh bowl and used the rag to carry water and run it over the wound to clean it. You went to the water and wet another tore bit of your shirt before coming up and sitting beside his head to clean his brow. Your eyes darted to the paint on his chest, but you didn’t dare touch it. It wasn’t your place to remove that sort of thing. You didn’t speak, not needing to offer any comforting words to anyone, but the silence was near unbearable as you waited for something to happen. For war to break out? For Kocoum to wake? You really couldn’t put your finger on it. After what felt like a millennium, you noticed his eyes were moving behind his eyelids. You held your breath, your lips pressed together in a harsh line as you tried to keep yourself calm. However, the moment his eyes fluttered open, you broke. Tears of relief streamed down your cheeks as you pressed a hand over your mouth to hid your sobbing. The fear which had had your body in a tight grasp eased the moment he woke, and you had done so well keeping yourself calm while you had been alone that you were overwhelmed. His eyes found you, and he began to sit up, despite the pain he must be feeling. Leaning on his left elbow and forearm, he pushed himself up into a sitting position before you could even talk. “Don’t sit up, it will be painf-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as a large hand slipped behind your neck and he drew you to his lips. The moment his warm lips met your own, you were a goner. The nurse had left you, replaced with the girl who was screaming with excitement as he kissed you. The kiss was intense, but controlled and carful, just like Kocoum. He controlled every aspect and, if you had been standing, your knees would have been weak. It was so perfect, like a dream which you wished to never wake from. Some part of you was convinced you had falling asleep by his side and you were dreaming all this. You reached up to his face, your fingers gently grazing across his cheek before mirroring his own hold on you by slipping your hand around the back of his head to just above the base of his neck. with your other hand, you gently wrap your hand around his wrist, your thumb pressing against the veins, feeling the pulse beneath the skin. A small shiver ran through your body as you moved closer, running your hand along his arm and to his chest. Pressing an open palm above his heart, you could feel the steady beat. Pulling back, you felt the air flood into your lungs and the tent suddenly seemed to much bigger and brighter. You couldn’t help the red in your cheeks, or the smile on your lips as you look at the man who had stolen your heart from the very moment he had caught you. Much to your surprise, you saw a smile tug at his lips, his eyes dancing with a joy you had never seen before. No one had ever looked at you like that. He looked so happy, so full of life. Suddenly, what was happened beyond the tent hit you like a wave as you jolted back. “We have to tell them you’re alive.” You suddenly say, and you see the happiness be replaced with concern and confusion. “They think you’re dead. They are going to kill John in revenge but Ratcliffes marching to war with them.” You began to panic again as you turn to where Kekata had pointed before he left. In the corner was a horn. Moving from his side, you grabbed the horn. Turning back to Kocoum, you knew you couldn’t ask him. He was already moving way too much and you were terrified his stitches wouldn’t hold. Getting to your feet, you went to the mouth of the hut and looked up at the blue sky, praying it wouldn’t see red today. Taking a deep breath, you raised the horn to your mouth and blew. The sound was deafening but you pushed through for a solid 10 seconds before lowering it. You didn’t know what it would do, or who could hear it. Perhaps you were too late. Some leaf’s rustled as a wind ran through them in your direction, but what you felt was not the wind you knew. It was a small gust, and it seemed to run up your body, winding around your legs and waist before passing your head and fleeing, taking leaf’s with it. You stared in the direction it had went, and something told you that there was still a chance. You jumped when you felt a hand on your lower back, turning to see Kocoum standing behind you. “We need to go to them. They will need proof.” As he spoke, you knew he was right. “But, you are still healing.” You press a hand to his chest, desperate to keep the heart beating within it. “I will have time to heal when this is done.” Kocoum spoke with conviction, but you pressed firmly on his chest. “No, you could undo your stitches.” You shook your head, until a small figure appeared from beside the hut. Your eyes darted to her, nearly jumping at her sudden appearance before you recognised her as the girl from the night before, Nakoma. She looked at Kocoum as if he were a ghost, a hand pressed over her mouth before she stepped forward. “I’ll go. I’ll tell them you are alive.” She nods firmly, before turning on her heel and running off towards wherever the battle was going to happen. Hopefully, the horn was enough to cause a moment of doubt, and Nakoma would be the voice of reason. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late. You pushed your worries to the back of your mind and turned to Kocoum. “You need to rest. Please.” You take his hands in your own and guide him back into the hut and towards the mat. Despite his protests, you helped him lie back down as you chested the stitches and saw they were fine. Although, even if everything did turn out okay, you were sure you would have a battle trying to keep him still to heal. There was not much else to do, but wait.

Within an hour, Nakoma ran back. By the look on her face, it wasn’t good news. You held your breath, waiting for her verdict. Thankfully, the sound of the horn had reached Pocahontas in the forest as she ran to save John. Apparently, this was the one John had been sneaking off to see. She had manged to stop everything, even speaking sense to her father before Nakoma had appeared, telling everyone that Kocoum was alive. But then she grabbed your wrist. “Your leader, a shot hit John. Hes bleeding.” As she spoke, you felt sick to your stomach. Another bullet. Grabbing your bag, you stuffed your medical supplies in. “I’ll go. Will you stay and make sure he doesn’t move? His stitches are fresh and it could do damage.” You didn’t wait for her to respond before taking off in the direction she had came. Something guided you through the woods, until you appeared at the bottom of a hill. You saw your crew on the other side at the bottom of a sheer drop, and Kocoums tribe were on the hill. There was relief on everyone’s face from your crew at your appearance. But you were worried. You had patched John up a fair few times. Your worries were that this time, you couldn’t. Climbing the hill, the tribe parted for you as you came to John. “Another bullet, eh?” you dropped to your knees beside him. he was lying with his head on Pocahontas lap as she soothed him. “Yep, I’ve heard you’re pretty familiar with them.” He tried to laugh, but winces, holding his side where the blood was. When you saw the position of the hole in his shirt, your heart sank. Pulling away the material, your greatest fears were confirmed. “John, the entrance wound is right on top of the scar from before.” Your voice shook and, for the first time since you arrived, you felt useless. “What does that mean?” Pocahontas asked, unsure why that was an issue. “It means I cant help him here. He needs to go back to England and get it surgically removed by a doctor. I don’t have the tools or the ingredients to do it here and I’m totally useless-“ Tears welled in your eyes as you were overcame with emotions. But John interrupted you. “Hey, hey, hey. From what I heard, you’ve been very useful. Theres only so many times a sailor can patch up his ship before he has to put it to specialists, eh? And this ships taken a few waves or two over the years.” He chuckles, wincing yet again. But he soothed you immensely. “I’ll get your bandaged up, give you some stuff for the pain. Im sure Thomas will be by your side the entire way home.” You smile, reassuring both him and yourself.

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You stood by the sea, waiting as John asked. He said she would come say goodbye, and Kocoum had agreed the same. “So, let me get this straight.” You sat, crossed legged by Johns side. “Me and you, two people who get mistaken as a couple all the time, each started a relationship with two members of a tribe who were due to be wed?” “Yeah, funny how things work out, eh.” John smirked. “Look.” Thomas, who had been standing on watch, pointed to the mist that lay thick on the forest floor this morning. You couldn’t see anything at first, until there was the silhouette of not just Pocahontas and Kocoum (you were partly annoyed that he was walking so soon), but also of at least 8 others. The crew held their breath, clutching their guns, until it was revealed the others were carrying baskets of food for the journey home. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. As Pocahontas came to John, you stood. But Thomas met her, taking off his hat out of respect. “Going back is his only chance. He’ll die if he stays here.” Thomas spoke with her, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. You watched the two with such amazement and respect. Powhatan and Nakoma approached. Powhatan pulled off his shawl and lay it over John. “You are always welcome here. Both of you.” He looked to you as well, making you smile with gratefulness before turning to speak only to John. “Thank you, my brother.” He smiled down at John before retreating. John said farewell to the animals, he then turn to Pocahontas. He cupped her cheek in an intimate way. He asked her to come, and she refused because she was needed by her village. But when he offered to stay, she said he needed to go. Their love would be broken by distance, and as she leaned in and kissed him, you took your leave to go see Kocoum. “Stay.” He took your hands in his own, holding them tightly against his chest as if he never wanted to let them go. You couldn’t help but smile, but you faltered in answering. Was it selfish to stay? John was leaving Pocahontas, with an open invitation back. What if something happened on the way home and they needed a medic? Were you abandoning your promise by staying here? But you were staying as a healer as well, so did that balance everything? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a hand clapping your back. “Sorry to interrupt.” John called over to you. the smirk on his face was not one you trusted. “You know, [y/n], I think that we need a new nurse. One whos not going to run off and heal the enemy. Not that you’re the enemy now.” He quickly added to Kocoum. “No, I think that you should be somewhere that’s peaceful, somewhere that you cant run into trouble. Like, oh say I don’t know, here? Just something to think about.” If he hadn’t been shot, you might have kicked him. Had everyone been eavesdropping this whole time? Looking back to Kocoum, you couldn’t help but beam at him. “I think that means I can stay.” You nod, bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement. Kocoum smiled, and you heard him let out a breath that he had been holding. Something small flutters to your side, and you turn your head to see an old friend. The bird, with the blue back, was hovering beside you, chipping before flying into the sky. Something told you that you would see the little guy again. You raced to say goodbye to the crew, and Thomas promised you that he would take care of John no matter what. You told him that you believed in him. John didn’t like long goodbyes, so gave you a handshake along with a smile. “I’ll see you soon, anyway.” You smile. “oh, I’ll be back as soon as I can stand.” He joked. “You know, I would roll my eyes, but Kocoum only got stiches a day ago, and he came to stay goodbye, so I have no doubt that you men are stupid enough to do that.” You returned, swatting his arm. But soon, it was time to part. The sadness you felt from seeing the ship sail into the distance was no unfelt, but as you felt the warmth of Kocoums body beside you, you couldn’t help but be excited for this next chapter of your life. You were welcomed in the village both as a healer and Kocoum’s wife, and quickly became known as the only one who could make the warrior smile.

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yugyummygot7reactions · 4 years

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Behind the Curtain - 7

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue |

Updates are Sundays at 5pm PST! Next week is the end!!!

Characters: Jaebeom x You

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Breath Play, Light Name Calling, Size kink? sort of not really

Word Count: 2,248

You were turning the final corner to your room when you slammed face first into a wall of a human. Im Jaebeom.

“I’m sorry!” You said as you stood up and tried to catch your breath. “

My office.” He said as he walked past you, “NOW!!”

Dealing with the situation inside of you would have to wait. It was time to face the fearsome leader.

He’s twice your size. Easily. He’s nearly a head taller than everyone but Yugyeom and is built with the shoulders of a linebacker. You fidget uncomfortably, wondering why your stomach insists on flipping like a gymnast at the Olympics. JB’s eyes settle on you, anger seething from them and for some reason you blush and quickly avert your gaze.

Jaebeom paces around the room while you just awkwardly stand there, waiting for whatever storm was about to come your way and his arms keep brushing yours as he paces. Whether it was accidental or not, it was sending shivers down your spine. He pushes a button on his desk and then finally stops to turn and face you.

“Did you know what was coming and not tell me?” He finally asked, his voice is loud in your ear, his head so close that you are occupying practically the same space in his large office. You have to fight the flush crawling up your neck having him this close. “The raid?” You ask innocently, “Why would I have known before you?” “That is the true question Y/N.” He paces again before pulling his face hairs away from yours, his eyes piercing your soul. “Why did you know before us? Are you involved?” “I didn’t know.” You said firmly, trying not to falter as your heartbeat began to race. He might seem soft to those who know him, but he isn’t the gang leader for nothing. “Ahhh…I thought we didn’t lie in this gang.” He said as he pulled back a little. “I’m not lying.” You try to convince him and a smirk overtakes his lips. “That’s impressive.” he says, taking a sip of the water you just now notice is on his desk. “You must practice a lot.” “Practice?” You asked, confused at the statement. “Yeah,” he says, slyly, “Practice keeping your life story straight, your lies straight, keeping us complacent with your nearly flawless work only to have it all come crashing down in the end.”

You were looking anywhere but him. If you make eye contact, you’ll die. Literally and metaphorically.

“Someone has to work hard to make a good girl out of you.”

His voice has dropped an octave with that comment. You feel it in your core, but have to remain calm and collected on the outside. Does that mean he is letting you live? That he has some kind of plan that will assure his victory?

“Sometimes you need direction to find your way back to where you belong, a heavy hand, maybe?” He asked as he began to come closer again. “Do you like it when someone’s strict with you? You seem to not tremble as much as I thought someone like you would.” “Someone like me?” You asked, swallowing harder than you meant to.

“A traitor.” His hand comes up—hot, searing fingertips ghost against your jaw before carefully sliding back so that his thumb hooks under your chin and the rest of his fingers can put heavy, pressure on your throat. His fingers span the entire width of your neck easily and the pressure on your windpipe quickly hits you. He leans down until his face is directly in front of yours again. You can feel your knees start trembling when you realize that your life is literally in his hand and he knows your secret. “I wish you would look me in the eyes instead of looking away all the time.” He tilts your head up, almost forcing your eyes to lock on to his. You stare fiercely, emboldened by his dare. You look at his lush eyelashes, his moles above his eye, the stubble he missed on his chin, the way his skin creases at his eyes. Most of all, you look down at his mouth—pink, soft lips that he wets with the tip of his tongue before he speaks. If this was the last thing you ever saw, you wouldn’t be too mad.

Jaebeom quickly swapped places with you and pushed you up against his desk. His one hand reaching your waist to hold you still. He squeezes, a fingertip ever so gently gliding under the waistband of your pants. It drives all of your blood south, making your clit throb against the seam of your pants. In the craziness of earlier with Jackson, your underwear had disappeared.

You yelp as JB releases your throat for a moment, grabs you around the middle and completely lifts off the ground with a pair of arms as immovable as iron shackles. You squirm, nearly managing a kick where it hurts the most, but you are pulled back tight against a warm, solid body.

“I kinda like you scared,” he counters, squeezing you. “seeing the look in a traitor’s eyes before death always gives me a rush.

“I’m not a trait-“

His hand is around your throat again in an instant. It makes your whole body dizzy, it makes you feel vulnerable as hell and you can’t help but want to melt into the arms of the man who is about to kill you. The weirdest thing is that you can breathe easily—his fingers only squeeze on the sides, effectively cutting off the blood flow to your brain, instead of your windpipe. He is trying to weaken you for information instead of just outright kill you and you realize just how skilled with his hands this man is. The effect is like a live wire to your cunt.

“Why is it you only listen when you have to be manhandled into it?”

He sets you down on your feet again and you gasp for air, the blood rushing back to your head. It sends a trickle up your spine.

His hand sneaks up your shirt to squeeze your breasts hard enough to make your whimper. “Gonna fucking devour these tits. If you’re going to lie, you’re going to die, and I might as well have some fun first.“

“Jaebeom,” you accidentally moan, sounding pretty needy.

He pulls back, wiping his mouth where spit has practically dribbled onto his chin from his forceful talking. It should be gross, but instead you want to lick him clean.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

He pushes you down on the hard wood. “I always knew you were a little slut,” he mutters, undoing his belt. “Christ, the things I’ve thought about doing to you— and yet you went to everyone else but me for relief over the last few days.“ You watch his zipper with a concentration usually reserved for combat.

His cock springs out, hard and heavy under its own weight. It’s nearly as thick as your wrist.

“Fuck,” you whisper. It’s so much better than anyone else in the gang you had seen. You knew It was your last fuck and you couldn’t be happier it was with this dick.

“You’re going to suck me off until I come in that pretty little throat, right? You have to swallow, okay? Obey one last order before it’s time to go.”

You nod, entranced by the throbbing tip, where he’s leaking pearled drops of pre-cum.

You lean forward and lick the flat of your tongue up his shaft to taste him.

Immediately, he grabs a fistful of your hair, which normally you would break someone’s finger for, but you kind of like being held like this. It just shows his dominance and proves that no matter what, you can’t get away.

Your open your mouth and ease the entire head in as far as you comfortably can on the first try, but when you gag yourself a little, he makes sure to force himself in more, if only a notch deeper.

His cock suddenly jerks to draw your attention, tightening up a bit, as if trying to get harder than he already is. He begins moving your head back and forth and your jaw is already edging on its way to soreness, but somehow feeling the tip hit the back of your tongue, tasting each time more pre-come leaks out of him, feels good.

His breath becomes more labored as you suck on him more. You learned you love the way his chest heaves, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his pectoral muscles. If only you really were on his side, you both would make a great power couple both in and out of the bedroom.

One of his feet slide forward, settling between your thighs. “Good girls get to grind their pussy on my boot while they suck cock,” he growls. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”

You moan around his length when your clit meets the friction of the shoe through your too thick pants. You roughly hump his leg and leave a clear puddle of evidence. Would he smell it tomorrow, your pussy on his clothes, and think of you on your knees? Crying with a cock between your lips? Would the raid happen as planned and he won’t even make it to tomorrow?

Suddenly his hips find the will to move urgently. His cock fills your throat up enough that you can’t breathe, the hand on the back of your head presses you further into the stretch, and you feel his cock push forward into your gag reflex.

You feel tears leak out of your eyes. It feels like you have been caught in a perpetual choke.

“Good girl,” he groans out. “Swallow. I want to feel it.”

Your mouth quivers. He seems too in control to come. That seems to be the theme with Im Jaebeom though, In control until the last moment.

He groans loudly, hips stuttering. “Feels so fucking good. Knew you could take the whole thing, my messy, drooling slut.”

He slides out and you launch into a coughing fit, doubling over. He gives you a second to catch your breath before tugging at your scalp again, pulling you back up on your knees. “I.. can’t.. take it, please, fucking do it already ...” you begged, not knowing at this point if you wanted him to just fuck you or kill you already. “Do what? “ he said coyly, as he slid your pants down and moved you up onto the desk, pushing his still hard tip slightly into your folds. “Kill you? No. you are too valuable for that. I need more details before you can have this suffering end. I know you aren’t on our side and that your ‘mother’ who you write to is actually your handler. I’m smarter than you clearly give me credit for.” With that, he lined himself up and quickly thrust himself into you. You couldn’t contain your loud gasp as his cock filled you up so quickly. The stretch was painfully blissful. Jaebeom began to pound into you, keeping up a consistent rhythm, hard and quick. He was going to fuck you silly so that he could get all of the information he needed. You were starting to lose focus, but you had to stay coherent. He slowed down as he felt himself come close to climaxing, his breathing becoming heavy again. “Tell me when the raid is.” He said as he slowed his pace, stopping your pleasure in its tracks. “No,” you panted, trying to keep your cool. His hands found your neck this time, cutting off airflow. “Tell. Me. Now.” His teeth were clenched and he was clearly ready for this game to be over. You shook your head as best you could. The lack of airflow and fullness of his cock inside of you was bringing you to your climax without him needing to move at all. You knew you wouldn’t last too much longer. You might even black out first. “TELL ME!!!” he screamed as he grabbed your neck tighter. Your orgasm hit you hard with his rush of anger and much to his surprise, the way you clenched around him caused his focus to slip and an orgasm hit him harder than he thought it could. He grip tightened again as he came, and before you could black out and accept your fate, the door to the office was kicked in and the special forces were there to save you. Jaebeom let go of you out of surprise and you fell to the ground coughing. The agency made it in the nick of time. “Who?” Is all you were asked by the lead; you recognized the voice as your former partner. “I’m glad you got my message to move up the raid. A second later and I would’ve been a goner.” You barely got the words out your throat was so sore.

“We can talk about that later. Who?” He asked again. “Mark, Bam Bam, Yugyeom.” You said, rubbing your neck to rid the feeling of JB’s hand trying to force the life out of you, still working on catching your breath. “What does that mean?” JB asked angrily as two men ran forward and restrained him. “Mark,” you stood up, “Bam Bam,” you fixed your pants, “and Yugyeom.” You took a gun from your former partner put it right between Jaebeom’s eyes. You heard the agency spread the word on who to save while you quickly removed the safety from the weapon. “I’m glad I was able to let you cum one last time before the end.” You smirked. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”

You pulled the trigger.

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Hello My Lovelies!!

So that was the last smut chapter!!! What did you think??

Were you surprised on who was light or dark?

Let me know!!! Epilogue is coming next week.

Until Next Time,

~LoLo

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beanst0ck · 4 years

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“you’re so cute when your half asleep like this” with Giyuu? :D

oHMYGOSSH IM SOOO SORRY ANON I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS!!

but i would bust a major uwu if someone ever told me that 🥺👉👈

pairing: giyuu x reader

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word count: 998

Your crow had made an unexpected visit at your house, telling you to survey the area for any possible demons. The area you lived in had been peaceful lately, so you doubted there could've been a demon lurking around.

Oh you were so wrong.

Treading out into the cold environment you planned to make this mission quick. Once you found the demon you unsheathed your sword, planning to take him down with one strike. You had underestimated the low ranked demon. Even though he wasn't apart of the twelve moons, his blood art technique was on point, even you were impressed. Luckily, with you being a pillar, you managed to strike him down after a few attacks. That didn't mean you weren't exhausted though.

You aren't the most athletic pillar compared to the others, but you always find ways to defeat your opponents in battle by out smarting them. This particular demon was fast and light on its feet, giving you very little time to think about how to counter it's attacks. It left you mentally and physically exhausted.

At least that's the excuse you'd like to use when people asked how you stumbled upon the water pillar's home.

Giyuu Tomioka was a quiet man, thinking he was disliked by his fellow pillars. At first you thought he was prideful jerk that couldn't bother getting off his high horse to interact with his coworkers, but when you saw how sad his blue eyes were you knew you were dead wrong. Overtime you had grown to admire his strengths and you even got close to him. Well, as close as he would allow you to get.

Imagine his surprise when he sees you stumbling in through his front door.

" (Y/n?) " He stood up from his seat and walked on over to you.

You thought your ears were deceiving you when you heard Giyuu's soothing voice. You took a step forward but your leg wasn't able to support your weight, not in its current almost frozen state. You stumbled forward, ready to embrace the harsh floor. Instead you were met with someone's warm embrace, a complete contrast to the freezing cold weather beyond the door.

You unconsciously gripped onto the person's clothes, feeling your eyelids become heavy by the minute. " Tired... " you mumbled out before drifting off into sleep.

Giyuu stood in the middle of the room, confused with you sleeping peacefully in his arms. A quick examination of your pale face told him that you'd been out in the snow for quite some time. As careful as he could, he placed his arm behind your knees and the other behind your back. Your head rested on his shoulder and you snuggled closer to him, trying to warm yourself up.

Giyuu was glad you were asleep. That way you couldn't notice the blush that covered his cheeks and ears.

Giyuu didn't have experience taking care of someone.

That's why when you walked into his home almost freezing to death not exactly he panicked. He placed you on his bed and contemplated calling Shinobu over. Problem was, she didn't know where he lived. In fact, no one did. Which is why he was so confused as to how you managed to find his home. His estate was far away from any town and people since he wasn't the best at interacting with them. By the time he rushed over to someone's estate then rushed back you'd probably be dead.

Looking back, Giyuu was over exaggerating by a lot. He thought that you'd been out in the cold for almost a day when in reality it was only a few hours. The reason you looked so pale was because one, you were exhausted and two, it was cold. You had your demon slayer uniform along with your haori so it wasn't like you were running butt naked in the snow.

But Giyuu cared deeply for you; despite not showing it. He didn't want to lose you. So, he covered you in a mountain of blankets, making sure that you'd stay warm and toasty. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he noticed the color beginning to return to your cheeks. Your eyes would occasionally open a tiny bit while you mumbled something along the lines of " warm " and " hungry "

Giyuu chuckled, reaching over and placing a stand of your hair behind your ear. You felt Giyuu's hand brush against your cheek and subconsciously leaned into his hand. A small smile graced his lips, " You're so cute when you're half asleep like this.. "

The words left his mouth before he even realized what he had said. He quickly pulled his hand back and covered his mouth, still in shock that he let those words slip. You groggily sat up when the warmth on your cheek disappeared, rubbing your eyes begrudgingly. " What happened?... "

Giyuu tried to keep a straight face in hopes that you wouldn't notice the red hue on his cheeks, " You walked into my home freezing cold. How long were you out there? "

You thought for a moment before shrugging. You grabbed Giyuu's arms and before he could protest against it you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, " Take a nap with me.. " you buried your face into his chest.

As much as he wanted to accept your offer and cuddle you until the both of you fell asleep, he didn't know how to. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around you and hoped to any divine being out there that he wouldn't ruin this moment.

While Giyuu was internally struggling with the thought of hugging you improperly, you were hiding your red face in Giyuu's chest because you swore you heard him call you cute just a few minutes ago.

#giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba giyuu #demon slayer #someone give giyuu a hug please #kimitsu no yaiba #kny fluff #kny x reader #giyuu needs affection please someone give it to him #demon slayer tomioka #demon slayer giyuu tomioka #bean writes

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raibebe · 4 years

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Sunkissed

Genre: Fluff Words: 4.276

Prompt: Greek God Yeosang Warnings: Shameless appreciation of Yeosang’s beauty

A/N: After seeing those pictures of Yeosang wearing that crown at a fansign, I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and when the lovely @im-a-special-bebe made this beautiful moodboard I just couldn’t not write something about it. This is purely self-indulgent. @nctkickit please be proud of me for adding 0% smut into this.

Apollo: Son of Zeus and Leto, bother of Artemis. Olympian god of the sun and light, music and poetry, healing and plagues, prophecy and knowledge, order and beauty, archery and agriculture.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was standing on the Cliffside, looking into the setting sun, his wavy dark hair gently moving in the wind, the last rays of sunshine catching in the golden laurel crown he was wearing. The golden twinkle was the thing that had caught your eyes first when you were on your way back home from the city. The man was standing there unmoving, eyes fixed to the horizon where a single sailboat was sailing into the sunset. His tunic was gently swaying in the wind, the hem playing around his thighs, white fabric dyed orange from the sun’s rays.

What was the stranger doing here? You had never seen this man before and not many people came to the small island that you lived on. Captured by the strange man, you kept staring at him. Something about him made it impossible to tear your gaze away. When the sun finally set and the little plateau was clad in darkness, the man averted his gaze from the horizon and turned around, his sharp gaze immediately finding yours as if he had known you had been staring at him all this time.

For a while none of you moved. The darkness obscured the strangers’ features but you could tell that he was beautiful enough to have a stature made to immortalize his strong jawline, high cheekbones and piercing gaze, even though you weren’t sure if a stature was even going to capture all of his beauty. When his lips slowly curled into a small smile, you could have sworn that the sun had begun to rise again. Giggling shyly, you averted your gaze and nervously tucked a strand of hair back into its place. But when you looked up again, the stranger was gone, nowhere to be found.

Sighing, you shook your head. It had been a long day for you, but you didn’t know you were so exhausted that you had started to hallucinate things. Or maybe you had taken a breath or two too many when you had visited the temple today to deliver some new herbs to burn and to get a blessing from Apollo for your work.

The next time you met the mysterious stranger, you didn’t see him at first. You were preparing a tincture for the old man living at the harbour who couldn’t work like he used to now that he was getting older, when a soft melody played on a lyre reached your ears. At first you didn’t mind it. Sometimes a wandering group of musicians lost themselves in the outskirts of the city when they couldn’t afford to stay the night in a tavern. But what caught your attention was the deep voice that hummed along the soft melody, complementing the instrument in the most beautiful way. It made you think of the handsome stranger you had seen near the cliffs admiring the sunset a couple of days ago.

Cautiously you took your cauldron off the fire and set it aside to cool before stepping out of your little home. Following the sound of the lyre, you found the stranger sitting on a rock, his handsome features illuminated by the soft light of the dying sun, the golden laurel crown reflecting the light onto his hair. His face was relaxed as he gently plucked the strings of his golden instrument, a little smile adoring his lips.

You were sure he must have noticed you with the way his eyes twinkled mischievously but he paid you no mind. Slowly you sat down on a log of wood, careful to not dirty your own tunic any further than it already was. How the stranger kept his one spotless while sitting in the dirt, was a miracle to you. Sitting in silence you listened to the soft melody for a long time. When his song finally ended, the silence you otherwise really liked, felt heavy. Even the soft howling of the wind and the distant crashing of the waves couldn’t fill the air like the music did seconds before.

“I hope you enjoyed it,” the stranger chuckled, lifting his gaze from his lyre to meet your eyes. You had never expected the lean and beautiful man to have such a deep and soothing voice. But it fit him. You liked his voice, it carried a comfortable weight. You wondered if he was a wandering musician. But his clothes were way too nice for that. He looked more like a son from a rich house with hundreds of slaves to work for him. But what was he doing out here? You felt your face heating up and averted your gaze when he kept staring at you with his big brown eyes and you realized that he was waiting for an answer while you were lost in your thoughts. But before you could think of an answer, his bright laugh cut through the silence and you weren’t sure if his gentle humming before or his laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. His lips were quirked in a mischievous smile and he raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, still waiting.

“I... I liked it,” you stuttered. The stranger just hummed, turning back to face the sun that was just now dipping below the ocean on the horizon. A million questions burned on your tongue but none left your lips as the stranger and you sat in silence in the darkness. “It’s too bad we only ever seem to meet at sunset,” the stranger sighed and got up from where he was sitting, dusting off his tunic that was just shy of being indecently short. Quickly you got up as well, feeling ashamed of your own unkempt appearance: Green stains all over your tunic from working all day and your hair messily pulled back in order to keep it from falling into your face. “I hope we’ll meet again,” he smiled before he turned his back towards you, walking to the edge of the cliff.

You wanted to scream at him to not go down that narrow path there. Many people had tried to use it as a shortcut to the beach before and were later found lying motionless in the water. But your breath was trapped inside your throat and you could only stare to where the figure of the stranger was disappearing from your sight.

When you couldn’t see the twinkle of his golden crown anymore, you could finally breathe again. Too scared to go to the edge yourself, you prayed to the gods that they would keep the man safe and that no fishermen were bound to find his body in one of their nets. Just when you finished your silent prayers and turned to leave, a little something glistened in the corner of your eye where the stranger had sat before. Carefully you made your way over the stones to inspect it further. When you leaned down to look between the pebbles, a little golden leaf shined right back at you. Carefully picking it up, you turned it between your fingers. The metal felt warm beneath your fingers, you were sure the stranger had dropped it. This was your proof that you weren’t hallucinating again. The stranger was real and you were more confused than ever. Carefully pocketing the leaf, you made your way back home, your thoughts only filled with the strange man.

The third time you met him however wasn’t at sunset for once. The sun was standing high in the sky when you were walking through the fields surrounding the outskirts of town in search of herbs that you had run out of, when suddenly a shadow appeared over you when you were plucking little yellow flowers, making you shriek loudly and topple over in the grass. When you turned to look around, you were face to face with the handsome stranger who looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh out loud at your reaction. “You scared me,” you pouted. “It wasn’t my intention to scare you,” he chuckled, his voice just as deep as you remembered it.

Now that he for once wasn’t obscured by darkness, you could finally study his features. He wasn’t wearing his golden laurel crown this time, his long hair framing his face beautifully. His sunkissed skin was spotless, despite for a little birthmark right next to his left eye. You didn’t know what overcame you but you somehow had the urge to reach out and touch it. Something must have shown in your face because his big brown eyes crinkled slightly and his plush lips tugged upwards in a beautiful smile.

“You seem to really like my face,” he chuckled, raking his hands through his wavy hair, “Every time we meet, you seem to lose your voice and just stare at me.” Flustered, you averted your eyes and plucked another flower, throwing it into your basket to the ones you had previously picked. “You’re a healer,” the man spoke, sitting down next to you and plucking some of the little flowers as well. “How do you know?” You asked, your eyes fixed to the flowers around you as if to prove that you could indeed control yourself and didn’t stare at handsome strangers all the time. “I’ve seen you around,” he simply said, carefully placing the delicate flowers into your woven basket.

“But you’re not from around here. I’ve never seen you before.” He chuckled again. “No, I’m not. I’m just a traveller.” “You don’t look like a traveller,” you said before you could stop your mouth, quickly covering it with your hands; you hadn’t meant to be so forward. “What do I look like then?” He laughed, flashing you a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. “You seem like you come from a wealthy family,” you answered shyly, embarrassed at your little outburst. “You could say that,” he hummed, “What are you using the flowers for?” “They help if you overuse your muscles and relive the pain a little bit,” you explained, “I grind them into a paste and then you have to put it on the area where it hurts.”

“Don’t try to eat them though, they’re poisonous,” the stranger said after nodding along to your explanation. “You’re a healer as well?” “I’m just knowledgeable in various things,” he answered, sitting back and stretching out his slender legs, closing his beautiful eyes and tilting his face towards the sun, letting the rays caress his features. When you caught yourself staring again, admiring the shadows cast by his dark eyelashes, you quickly got up to look for other herbs in the little field to distract yourself.

While you were collecting various different plants, some more useful than others, the stranger remained seated, bathing in the light of the midday sun, occasionally glancing your way when he thought you weren’t looking. With the sun caressing his features he looked more ethereal than ever and you suddenly had the urge to immortalize this moment somehow. “Have you ever had a stature made in your image?” You asked when you decided you had picked enough herbs and made your way back to the handsome man. “Multiple actually,” he chuckled, “Are you finished with your duties?”

“For now,” you answered, “I’ll need to prepare the paste from the flowers but I can do that later as well if you would like to have a meal with me.” A bright smile lit up the features of the stranger. “I would indeed like to. Lead the way, beautiful woman.” You pointed in the direction of your home. “It’s not far from here,” you mumbled.

The way back to your small home was spend in silence but it wasn’t unpleasant, the stranger beside you a warming and somehow calming presence. When you sneaked a glance at him every now and then, you still couldn’t believe he was real and not a stature, especially with how the late afternoon sun was illuminating his profile right now. “Like what you see?” The stranger teased when he caught you staring yet again. You felt heat licking at your cheeksand averted your gaze to stare determinately into the fields of olive trees you were passing right now. A bright chuckle fell from the man’s lips at your action and you swore when you turned to look at him again, he was shining brighter than the sun, warmth radiating off of him. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your own lips.

“You haven’t told me your name yet,” you said after a while, curiosity getting the better of you. “Does it matter?” The man answered instead of telling you, his gaze suddenly becoming darker and guarded. “I- No, I just...” you stuttered, taken aback by his reaction. He had seemed so comfortable with you, why was he not telling you that all of a sudden? “It’s really not that relevant,” he murmured, nervously fumbling with his bangs that had fallen into his eyes. “Are you on the run or something?” You asked carefully. He just shook his head and sighed before he stopped walking and took one of your hands in his, warmth immediately spreading through you. “Will you believe me if I tell you that it really doesn’t matter and respect that I’d rather not tell you? You don’t have to tell me yours either”, he spoke softly, his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand soothingly, “I promise I’m a good man and will not cause you problems or harm.” He was looking at you with such sincerity, his big, doe-like eyes studying your face intently. “I take your word for it, handsome stranger,” you complied, smiling at how the man’s face lit up before he lifted your joined hands up to press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “Thank you, beautiful healer,” he breathed against the skin, his smile making his eyes sparkle and your knees weak. Not letting go of your joined hands, he tugged you along to keep walking up the small path up the hill where your cabin was, the little smile not leaving his lips.

When your small home came into view you pointed up at it. “That’s where I live.” “It’s not far from where we first met, isn’t it?” The stranger asked, his head tilted to the side questioningly. “The stone field is just a little farther down the hill,” you confirmed. “But that’s not where we first met. You were staring at me while I was watching the sun set,” he reminded you with a teasing smile and a cheeky wink. “Stop teasing me,” you whined, throwing the stranger what you thought was a pleading look. “Cute,” he just said, his smile turning just a tad softer than it had been before. You quickly rushed to open the small gate in the fence that surrounded your little cabin to keep your more precious herbs you had planted safe from wild animals who were trying to eat them.

Just when you were about to open the door as well, you remembered just how much of a mess it was inside and you slammed it shut again. The man just looked at you with ones of his perfectly sculptured brows raised in question. “You... You should stay outside,” you mumbled, “I didn’t expect guests anytime soon.” “I don’t mind a little clutter and dirt even though I might not look like it,” he answered and smiled, his delicate hand covering your own scarred one over the doorknob and you could swear you felt some of his warmth seeping into your flesh, making your skin tingle where you were touching.

Nodding slowly, you let him turn the doorknob and pull the door open, heat creeping up your cheeks. “It’s nothing special,” you defended the underwhelming inside of your cabin. Besides your caldron there only were two wooden desks in your cooking area, herbs hanging from the ceiling to dry them and on a little shelf you kept different kinds of medicine you had made in little flasks and jars. The rest of the small space was occupied by a big cupboard holding different rolls of papyrus that you had collected over the years with both recipes and descriptions of different sicknesses and how to treat them along with random trinkets you had collected. Before the cupboard, there was a small wooden table with two little stools that had already seen better days, one of them covered in the tunics you had finally washed in the little stream near your home. Pressed into the far corner there was your bed which was just a straw bale covered with some furs a hunter had gifted you when you had saved his wife from a nasty sickness.

“It’s homey,” the man complemented after he had taken everything in. “It’s not much,” you repeated yourself and set down your basket with the herbs on one of the big tables. “I’m afraid it’s going to be a simple meal,” you confessed, “A farmer gave me some bread and goat cheese the other day.” “It’s more than enough,” he replied, suddenly way closer to you than you had anticipated, looking over your shoulder into the herb basket. “There sure are some powerful plants growing around here.” You managed to mutter out an affirmation before you took a deep breath to collect your thoughts again. You usually weren’t this easily flustered just by some proximity, hell you were used to this. But something about this man was just different, you could feel the warmth radiating off of him in the cool air of your cabin.

“I could hang them up for you if you want,” he suggested. “No, there’s no need for you to do anything,” you hastily declined. “You’re treating me to dinner, there’s got to be something I can do,” he insisted. “There’s a stream not too far up the hill if you follow the path we came here,” you explained, “You could get some water for us.” “Of course,” he smiled gently and quickly grabbed the jug you had pointed to before slipping out the door again.

When the door fell shut with a heavy thud, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. What was it about the man that had you on edge so easily? And why did you think it was a good idea to invite him into your home? He obviously came from wealth, what could you even present him that would be of his standards? Sighing you unwrapped the bread and the cheese you were gifted yesterday, slicing it in smaller pieces and putting it in a small bowl to at least make it seem appetizing. The man also probably would never drink water under any circumstances, only the best red wine grazing those plush lips, painting them a pretty, dark colour, his pink tongue darting out to catch the little drop that would have escaped the golden goblet he was holding with his slender fingers. You shook your head. Where did that thought suddenly come from?

But before your thoughts could spiral any further, the man suddenly poked his head back into the cabin, the noise of the creaking door startling you so much, you almost dropped the bowl with the food, a loud screech leaving your lips. It was silent for a couple of seconds before the man giggled loud and high pitched, slapping one of his hands over his mouth to stifle the surprisingly high noise for how deep his voice was. “Stop laughing, I’m not used to having someone just burst in here,” you sulked, pouting at him. “I didn’t mean to scare you but your reaction was worth it,” he grinned, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth. “It’s really pretty up there by the stream, should we eat there?” You nodded in agreement, quickly gathering the food and your two best ceramics goblets for the water.

Before you could protest, the man already took everything out of your hands and carried it himself, shooting you a quick smile before he hurried along the little path. “What’s gotten you in such a rush?” You giggled, quickly following him. “The sun is going to set soon; I want to see it from up there,” he answered, quickly jumping along the stones in the little river to cross it. How he managed to keep his balance on the slippery rocks with all the stuff in his hands and while jumping so fast was past your imagination. He quickly put the food and dishes on the ground next to the jug of water and jumped halfway through the stream again, reaching out his hand towards you. “Come on, I’ll keep you steady,” he promised, looking like an excited toddler after you had given them a new toy to play with.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread along your features when you grabbed his hand and he gently helped you across the slippery stones, his other hand holding onto your waist to keep you steady. Just when you were about to make your last step, you felt something slimy touch your foot, making you stumble forward and losing your balance. You already saw yourself drenched in water, algae all over your tunic, when the stranger quickly pulled you towards him, steadying you against him where he was standing on a bigger stone.

All breath was knocked out of you, not only from the impact but also from how close you suddenly were to him. If you wanted, you could have counted each of his eyelashes. “I told you, I would keep you safe,” he mumbled, his hands on your waist holding you close to him. “Thank you,” you said breathless, surprised how out of breath you sounded. Up close you could see that the stranger wasn’t as perfect as he seemed at first glance. Hidden behind his long fringe was the little red birthmark you had seen a glance of before. But instead of making him look ugly, you found it endearing, something special that made him stand out. You had to grip his arms a little harder where you had held onto him to steady yourself, to not reach out to touch it.

“I’ve never met a mortal quite like you,” he mumbled, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “What do you mean, mortal?” You asked breathless, confused by his choice of words and flustered because of how close he was to you. He just chuckled and kept studying your face. Being this close to him, you could almost feel his breath fanning over your face and see the shadows each of his long, dark eyelashes cast on his high cheekbones. “You wanted to know my name, right?” The stranger asked, his eyes crinkling when he smiled, still absent-mindedly caressing your face. You nodded, not trusting your voice, still completely captured by the man. “It’s Yeosang but your kind also often calls me Apollo,” he confessed, his gaze open and vulnerable, studying your face intently for any kind of reaction. When you stayed quiet, he added: “Son of Zeus and Leto.”

When you processed what he had just said, your eyes widened in surprise. He was a god. An actual god, an Olympian. Looking at his features, it made sense somehow. But what was he doing here? Eating dinner with you and helping you to collect herbs? Holding you close like this in the middle of a steam? Telling you that he wanted to watch the sunset with you? “Are you afraid of me?” he asked when you stayed quiet, your brain not really grasping what he had just said and what it meant. “I... No,” you answered truthfully. Even though he could probably kill you in the blink of an eye, he didn’t seem like the type even with all the legends and myths surrounding him. “I’m just confused,” you confessed, reaching out to touch his face as well, feeling his warm, soft skin beneath your fingertips. “Confused about what, beautiful?”

“I thought gods were supposed to be perfect,” you chuckled, gently tracing the birthmark near his eye with your fingertips. For a short moment, Yeosang was staring at you with his eyes wide in surprise before a bright laughter was bubbling out of him. “We’re far from being perfect, my dear,” he mumbled, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his lips curling into a soft smile. “Will you let me kiss you?” The god asked softly, his hazel eyes dropping down to your lips. “Please,” you breathed, eyes fluttering closed when you felt Yeosang leaning in. The tender press of his soft lips against yours had your heart stopping before it doubled in pace when he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his warm body, your lips slotting together like they were made for it.

A soft sigh left your parted lips when Yeosang pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re truly remarkable,” he whispered. Shying away from his dark gaze, you averted your eyes, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric of his tunic. But Yeosang was having none of it, gently taking your chin between his fingers to tilt your face up again. “You don’t need to hide, beautiful. Not when you’re with me.” “Please kiss me again,” you asked quietly, your hands caressing his strong chest before they slipped around his neck, playing with the shorter strands of hair.

“Anything for you.”

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AYO!! Has anyone done a Jason Voorhees with a gn feral s/o that helps him with taking down whoever's dumb enough to come in the camp yet (s/o dont kill them but they do love scaring the absolute shit out of them and Jason worries for them 24/7)? I hope its cool if I come to you for any feral s/o asks because I trust u with them now KSKDKSLD

i have absolutely no idea if anyone did this! or if you're asking if anyone asked that??!?!! im so excited omg :')) ALSO its cool to come for me for feral readers lmfaooownfkkwkx why wouldnt it be bro, also, sorry if its not actually WHAT you wanted ,, i don't think I'm actually that great at feral readers lmfaoooo, ALSO LMAO, definitely not my longest :\ hope you like it bro!

this fucking beautiful man,, he'th tho thecthy

pairing: jason voorhees x feral! reader

"BOO!!" You shout, a ghoulish smile planted on your lips. You could practically feel the ghost of Jason's concerned gaze. The bugs scuttled away and you snickered before plucking one from the ground. You watch it's legs wiggle in the air, practically screaming for help. You toss it over your shoulder before digging your hands into the dirt and pulling out two handfuls of dirt.

You hear faint laughter from afar, and couldn't help but grin. New meat! You cheered.

You stood, brushing off your hands on your clothes before jogging further down the trail. You wonder where Jason is. Was he by the lake? In the camp? In the little sewer home?

A thin, hot hand set itself on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly. An unknown face. Pretty - you must admit. But nothing like your homeboy - significant other, Jason. You wonder where he is. Was he by the lake? In the camp - ? How couldn't you hear her sneak up on you? So many questions, yet so, little time.

"Hey, uh. You live around here?" The girls' voice was girly - yet kind've tomboy-ish, and definitely kind. Another face popped up behind her. A man! Hm. Couple? Probably. Another face! Another man! "Threesome?"

The three have you an odd look, you correct yourself.

"Yeah. You campin' here or what?" You say with a large wolfish grin after slapping her hand off your shoulder, turning to face her.

She gives you an odd look - "Yeah, actually.." she rubs her hand. The two men seemingly gave each other a look.

"Cool!" You say nothing else. The atmosphere sure was awkward.

"Okay! Well then! We will be in our way!" The man with the glasses clapped his hands together.

"Oh, hey. There's this really nice clearing by the lake." You chirp, "Just go all the way down to the camp."

Your watch as the men, once again, exchange uneasy glances. You smile even wider.

"Thank you so much! We'll be in our way now!" The female chirped back.

The female passes you first, then the two males, one by one. Both giving you a nod. You grin, glaring into their backs before disappearing into the green vegetation.

You pick a single flower from its' group. It was technically a weed - white clover, was what you picked up. After jogging away, you tripped on a way-too-thick root. You fell ontk your hands and knees, gazing your knees in a rock of somesort - you watch as your knee gushes out blood. You immediately make sure the weed is okay. It is! Off to see Jason, now!

"Oi, oi oi! My beautiful man of the hour! Every second - every minute! My beautiful man!" You were very careful around saying swears around the large man. His mother was Christian wasn't she? Fuck, you don't remember. All you know is that she was in his head or someshit. You fix the weed behind his ear and grinned at your work. He was so precious.

He did nothing but lift a hand and rub your cheek affectionately. You sigh, placing a hand over his own. You rub your cheek against his hand before apruptly biting said hand.

- "Oh right! Jason! Jason! J - jASON!! NEW V - VICTIMS JASON!" You say excitedly - practically vibrating.

That caught his attention - you grinned, his eyes directed on you and you only - when it's it never? When the people come into his land.

"So! The plan?!" You turn around, took a single step and tripped, falling onto your knees. You stood, turning around to face the large bust of the hockey-masked man. You nudge your nose into said chest just for the fuck of it.

He apruptly grabbed your face with both hands - inspecting your face. You snicker - "I'm okay, Jason!! Here - here!! I'll be back!" You rip away after giving a kiss to his musty - dirty hand. Jason's heart swelled, he liked that you didn't care about getting dirty - but what about you getting sick from whatever was on his hand?!

He sighed inaudibly as he watched you trip over nothing once more, further away. He shook his head before following after you.

You listen to the crunching of the leaves under your feet. You had walked around the forest trails with Jason, waiting for dark.

You hear the loud laughter and a small fire crackling as you near the lake.

You send a quick look to Jason who nodded in affirmation. You lean up and give him a kiss on his naked cheek before bolting forward to the trio.

You shake a branch, bouncing up and down, holding onto the branch for dear life with your two fists

The laughing stopped collectively. You grinned before dropping onto the forest floor, the branch bouncing up and down lightly now, you quietly step towards the dull light. You hear the clattering of thick sticks - and watch as the fire grow larger between multiple branches and tall grass.

"BOO!!" You scream, face illuminated by the orange fire that burned your chin.

You effectively scared them all. You stood straight and grinned. The female calmed down. You hear her laugh a little. If only the male was as lighthearted as she was.

"You fucking freak!" One of the men yelled.

"Oh, choke on my cock and balls, whore."

I mean - he did choke on something, but thankfully it was something you hoped he choked on. Not your metaphorical / actual cock and balls, but - guess! His own blood!

You laugh, the screams of his friends and the sound of him spluttering like a fish and the fure crackle mixed together like a symphony.

You sit where the male was sitting - the one you told to suck your cock and balls. You eat his food and watch Jason finish male off. You drink from his water bottle, waterfall style.

You could feel the weight next to you dip.

"That was fun." You grinned.

Jason nodded, tossing his weapon in front of him, near the fire. Usually, after killing the people stupid enough to actually go to Camp Crystal Lake, Jason and you would go back to the little sewer bunker and cuddle for a good while. Just kidding! You would totally have sex.

"I'm okay, by the way. They didn't do anything to harmful. Anyways, wanna get married so we can make-out? I mean, since we can't have premarital kisses.." You trail off, feeling the odd look Jason gave you. You burst into laughter.

You watch with a grin as he lifts his mask so you could see his face. Yeah - it was deformed and shit, but your didn't have the heart to give a shit.

You get on your knees and threw your arms around his neck, before giving him an affectionate kiss.

"I can't wait until their friends come looking for them.." You breathe out before absolutely fucking devouring his lips.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #slasherslikebeetroot #slashers x reader #slasher #slasher x reader #fucking baby

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willykappymarnsmatts · 4 years

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Wrong Direction: Chapter 2 (K. Kapanen)

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“I just got off the phone with Max,” it's been two weeks since I've moved into Will’s place, my stuff still in boxes all over the apartment.

“Oh?’ William responds, tossing me a smoothie from the fridge as we get ready to go to practice. I still go to sleep in tears and wake up with puffy eyes, but Willy makes me feel like everythings going to be okay, if not today then someday soon. “How is he?”

“Good,” I tell him, scratching at the back of my neck, refusing to look up at him knowing what comes next. “He asked me to come stay with him. Well, he didn't ask. He's kinda forcing me.”

“Oh,” Will says. He turns around and faces me with a look on his face of a mix of betrayal and hurt, and it makes me want to burst into tears. “Um, well, are you gonna go?”

“I have to, babe. He's my brother, and he said that if I don't come by myself he'll pack my things for me the next time he comes to Toronto.” I feel bad, but I do miss Max.

Willy just frowns at me. “When are you leaving?”

“Uh, tomorrow. He said he'd buy me a plane ticket.”

“To Montreal?! I could drive you!”

“I know, its okay. He’s the one paying so I don't really care honestly. Don't we have to get going?’

“Yeah,” he giggles, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

On our way to the arena, I take deep breaths to try to calm my racing heart and shaking hands. Seeing Kasperi this often still hurts just as bad as seeing him in bed with that girl. But the whole situation has given me a lot of inspiration for a new song that i've been working on, bouncing ideas off of Will day and night.

He notices my agitation and reaches over to grab my hand. “After this, you won't ever have to see him or me ever again.”

“Hey, don't say that,” I pout. “I'll be back and i'll move back in with you, if you let me, in a couple months. I just need a break from Toronto. Everything I know is laced with memories of him. I can't even enjoy your games because he's there.”

Will nods without looking away from the road. “You're always welcome at my place. We’re all still really pissed at him, you know. Mitch hasn't spoken to him since that night, and you know how Mitch is. Auston doesn't even look at him, and Zach’s only talking to him because he feels bad that everyone is making every effort to ignore him but me. The whole fucking team loves you, Y/N. Oh, and Derms took a slapshot at his ankle the other night and he had to sit out for an entire period.”

My eyes are brimmed with tears and I have to look up at the ceiling of the car to keep them from spilling over. “Can you let the guys know i'm leaving? I'll obviously talk to them, but I don't want to be the one to break the news to them.”

Will nods. “Of course.” he smiles at me then and looks away from the road for a split second to wipe away a tear.

•••

I sit in the third row to watch the boys’ practice and try to continue writing, but the yelling and pucks hitting the boards constantly is distracting, so eventually I give up and watch them skate. During a water break, I catch myself watching Kasperi. All he does is take a few deep breaths, but watching him like this, as if nothing ever happened, makes my heart shatter. Before I can look away, he looks up at me and I watch his entire face fall. He stares at me and I stare back. He studies me, as if to memorize me. I can't look away, and he refuses to skate away. He continues forward, until he's at the boards and we’re a few feet away from each other. Neither of us can pretend we weren't looking at each other. He stops, and so does my heart. And we just watch each other. Just stare. My heart is breaking with every moment that passes, and my stomach hurts, because he was my everything.

A whistle blows. Kasperi whips his head around. The sounds of the rink come back into my ears, and we’re both taken out of the world where we were the only two people who existed. He skates away, glancing back at me once before never looking back at me again.

•••

“Y/N,” Willy says as soon as I answer his facetime call. I've been in Montreal with Max for about two months and I released my song about a week ago. Wills is driving back from practice, which is when he gives me a rundown on how “incredible” he was and how he's gonna kick ass at the next game. But today he looks anything but confident, his forehead a mass of worry lines and his mouth turned down into a frown.

“Y/N, your song is saved on my playlist, and I got the aux this morning. After practice, it came on. Most of us were singing, and I glanced at Kap, and he was just sitting there in his stall. He wasn't moving. Just staring straight ahead.”

I sit up. “Woah, slow down. I thought Kasperi and I were finished.” When I moved away, after the day at the rink, Will told me that Kasperi stopped seeming to care. He was out with a different girl every two days, bringing random girls home every day of the weekend. It still hurts, but it hurt more to realize that our entire relationship meant nothing to him. But if Will is telling the truth, which I don't doubt he is, it makes everything a whole lot more confusing.

“I thought so too, but listen. I think that it was your voice at first, Y/N. He hasn't heard your voice in months. And then he heard the rest of the song, he listened without moving, and as soon as it ended he got up, in just his slides and shorts, and fucking left the room.”

I'm silent, letting Will talk. “The rest of us didn't know what to do, so I tried to follow him. I found him in the weights room, and he was in tears.” Will flicks on the turn signal and turns onto his street, then glances at his phone to see if he should continue the story. I nod at him, holding my breath to keep from breaking down at the thought of Kasperi.

“I went to him and sat with him, and he just cried. I haven't seen him cry since he thought I was getting promoted to the bigs and he wasn't. But he was sobbing. So I sat with him, and eventually he calmed down enough to choke out that he misses you. He told me the girls were a front, and that he hasn't been able to sleep ever since that night. And, Y/N, I dont think he's lying. His eyes always have huge bags under them and he's so shaky. So I asked him why he did it, but he didn't have an answer. He said he missed you and he felt like you didn't love him anymore because you were always out doing stuff for your album, but I told him that was bullshit and he said he knew it. He told me he can't breathe without, and that he hates that he hurt you. So I told him to talk to you, and he said he'd try to text you later today.”

“Damn,” I respond, not sure how to feel. “I want to love him again, but I don't know if I can trust him.”

“You don't have to. He knows he hurt you, and that he has to work to get you back, but I am asking you to please just try to talk to him, because fuck, Y/N, if there’s a such thing as soulmates, it’s you guys. You're both in so much pain. Take your time, keep your walls up, but just talk to him.”

“Okay. Okay, fine.”

“Thank you, beautiful best friend. I'm home now, so I'll call you back in a couple hours?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. See ya.”

He ends the call and I'm left in silence. Then my phone dings with a text notification in my hand, and my heart picks up speed. I know exactly who it is, and I don't want to look at it, not right away, so I throw it across the couch with a pillow on top of it.

I put my head in my hands and try to slow my speeding heart by taking a few deep breaths. “Fuck!” I yell, then silently thank Max for going out a few hours ago. I wipe my face with my hands and sit straight up.

I stare at the pillow my phone is sitting under, knowing without ever checking that there is a text from Kasperi Kapanen waiting for me. My phone dings again and my heart jumps. I stand up and rip my phone from under the pillow.

‘wrong direction huh’

‘i miss u’

I cover my mouth with my hand and my eyes brim with tears. I sit back slowly onto the couch and read over the messages two, three, four more times before unlocking my phone and tapping on the text bar.

‘Dang, how'd u know it was abt u?’

I smile slightly as I type out the message and hold my breath when I hit send. I don't have to wait even a second before the three bubbles come up on the screen.

‘no idea’

‘ig im just tht good’

I laugh and type out another response.

‘Imyt. How r u?’

I bite my lip when the text bubbles come up, and a few seconds later his response comes.

‘could be better tbh. can’t sleep @ the apt nymore so i spend the nites b4 games @ 1 of the guys places’

My breath catches at the words. Then another message pops up.

‘im so sry 4 everything’

I bite my lip and close my eyes, taking a breath.

‘Thx. I havent stopped thinking abt u’

‘me neither’

I take another deep breath. Kasperi was my favourite person, my person, for so long. It's scary how easily we can fall back into simple, comfortable conversation, as if nothing ever happened. So I decide to be straight up and honest with him, and if he really does still care about me, he’ll understand.

‘U broke me, Kasperi. I never thought tht u would hurt me, and u literally broke me. I miss u more than nything and it hurts so bad to b without u, but seeing u in bed with another girl, tht broke me. It felt like our whole relationship was built on lies, and tht u never actually cared abt me. So yeah, i cant stop thinking abt u, and i want to b able to love you again, but u broke my trust and idk if ill ever trust u like i did before.’

I hit send and feel like I'm going to be sick. Everything I type I’ve told Will and all the other guys, but after the day I left the apartment, I never spoke to Kasperi about anything. The three bubbles come up on the screen and I hold my breath, then they disappear. They come up and disappear a couple more times, until a message finally pops up on the screen.

‘i wish i could take back everything i ever did 2 hurt u, but ik its not tht ez. i rly do want 2 fix this, tho. would u b down to ft l8r?’

I can't breathe, but I manage to type out a response without screaming.

‘Sure. Just text me when ur ready’

I take a deep breath and click my phone off. I'm about to get up when my phone dings again. I glance at the message and it makes my chest feel like it's going to explode.

‘ok i will <3’

I smile down at the screen and go to plug in my phone so it's charged when Kasperi wants to call. I really don't know if I'll ever be able to trust him again, but the least I can do is give him a chance to apologize. He's already broken me so badly, even if he lets me down again nothing will compare to the amount of hurt I’ve already felt.

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drkcnry67 · 3 years

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I was so afraid I lost you. (day 12)

A/N: @obxmermaid welcome to day 12. where we find that YN has just recieved an owl from her parents that her father was in a car accident and is in acoma, she goes to stand by the frozen black lake but is immediately submerged when something or someone knocks her into the water and no one realizes she is missing till a few hours later. again apologies for the word vomit.

Pairing: draco malfoy x reader

Prompt: “her body is freezing, she needs help.”

25 days of hogwarts

the water flooded your lungs, the light disappearing, your voice not vocalizing. no one around. you were alone. you were drowning. you had fallen through the ice.

you werent sure how, you werent sure why, you didnt know how to call for help. but lets figure out what happened to get you to this point. lets retrace your steps.

you were sitting in the quad, you were waiting for Draco to finish helping snape with the potion replenishment and for their evening/afternoon together to start. suddenly a fire message appeared before you.

“dear YN, this is to inform you of an accident concerning your father. he was out driving back from a grocery shop when he was attacked, his vehicle was run off the road on the way back to your family house. your father is in a coma. dont worry my daughter, the doctors say he will be fine, their doing what they can to heal his injuries. i know this will hurt alot, but you will have to be strong. draco will comfort you in these times during this time i know that much. cause you are a strong brave girl, you are going to be an extraordinary witch one day with a extraordinary wizard for a husband. you both will live in peace, you both will live in harmony. with every breath in our family, There will be a family reunion for Christmas, and i invite you and Draco to join in the festivities. please dont worry too much about your father. he has been through worse than this in his lifetime and this is not gonna be the last time. write back soon dear. all my love, mother.”

that was it by the time the last word left your lips, you had started walking out of the quad. you had your cloak on and was ready to run. you had to go somewhere quiet somewhere the opposing people wouldnt find you. or anyone for that matter.

you found yourself now standing in front of the black lake. half frozen half not. but something happened, for you were being stalked, then chased, by something or someone behind you, moving at great speed. before you could react you were thrust through the ice and into the freezing lake.

the sound cut out, your blood pumping loudly in your ears, you were inaudible. you were unsure of how to vocalize anything right then, your mind numbing from the frigid temperatures, confusing you. As you slowly grew colder and colder, you knew not of your own locale, your brain foggy from the chill.

at the very moment of you running to the lake, Draco had been coming to find you. he had tried to send a fire message to you, but it came back undelivered. he had asked around and still could not find you anywhere. he figured you were napping in your room or something and would see you for dinner.

when you didnt show he went to the professors. he went straight to the exact ones who he thought might need to know.

Draco: i was supposed to meet YN a few hours ago. i figured she would have been napping or something but none of the ghosts have seen her, they say she isnt in her dorm. she isnt in any of the classrooms, the quidditch tent or the astronomy tower. im worried.

Minerva: its gonna be dark soon we all need to search for her. make sure nothing bad has happened to her.

Snape: ill stay here and make sure i have the proper antidotes and things ready in case of the worst or injury.

Flitwick: ill search in the lower half of the school, perhaps she went on a quest through the lower ravenclaw tower.

Minerva: Mr Malfoy, you and i are gonna go search the grounds. see if hagrid has seen anything. or knows of anywhere she may be.

draco follows Minerva through the rest of the grounds. both of them reaching the path to hagrids hut before Fang comes barging up the path. and running down towards the black lake.

Draco: hargid whats going..

Hagrid: fang senses some danger, come on, follow that dog.

both minerva and draco follow in suit. hagrid had a head start...

arriving at the lake all 4 of them stood there where the ice was broken. the look of shock and horror that bewildered Draco’s features now allowing him to with the fleeting fact of this is an emergency.

he took off his shoes, used the bubble head charm, and dove into the lake. Minerva and Hagrid took the time to use a simple fire spell to melt some of the ice around the docks.

Draco down in the lake now using his wand to search for you. his idea of shine the light in the lake to find you. instead he used in-audible magic to place out a tracker.

he swam with all his might, using his strength to attempt to get to you. it was another 5 minutes into his swim that he finally saw the light had stopped, he had found you. he reached you. gripping you around the waist with one arm he started to make his way to the top.

but it got too much. the weight was too much. he ditched both yours and his cloaks and it made things a little easier. but as they neared the top he sent out red sparks with his wand to alert that he had found you.

Minerva: there they are. hagrid be ready with those blankets we are gonna need them. ascendio..

she pointed her wand at the place where the sparks had come from. in moments you and draco came shooting onto the dock.

Draco: her body is freezing, she needs help... we have to get her to snapes classroom now.

Hagrid stepped forth, handing a blanket to Draco while placing a few around you, with the help of both Minerva and Draco.

minerva: hagrid would you like to come along for this travel or will you meet us there after you clean this mess up?

Hagrid: go on ahead ill come by later.

minerva in moments poofed you, draco and herself to Snapes classroom.

Draco placed you on the clear table as he sat on a stool on one side of the table with a blanket around his form, then watches as Snape expels the water from your lungs and assesses you for other injuries.

Snape: go get into some dry clothes mr malfoy. miss YN will be fine... she will still be here when you get back... but we dont need you out of commission as well. thats an order mr malfoy.

draco reluctantly went out of the classroom, he went to his dorm and got into some dry clothes and then went back to the potions classroom. snape turns in his direction as he enters the room.

Snape: she is gonna be fine, she should wake in the morning. you may take her to her dorm and stay there with her till she wakes. im sure she will want to see you first.

Draco scopes you into his arms, taking you back to your dorm. he lays you on your bed. he uses in-audible magic to get you out of your wet stuff and into something dry without seeing anything that he knew wouldnt be right.

he kicked off his shoes and placed both your wands on the stand as he sat on the edge of your bed and held your hand in his own. he lit the fireplace to heat the room, made sure you had blankets over you.

he sat there waiting for you to, he gripped your hand and waited very patiently for your body to warm up, for you to stir, to move, for something to happen.

A few hours later your fingers started moving, Draco moved closer to you. His own hands gripping yours tightly.

Draco: come on love. Come on I can't live my future without you.

A few seconds more and your body sat upright and took a deep breath... you coughed a bit as your body shook. Draco’s hands held your own, his voice the only thing keeping you on planet earth.

Draco: YN shh hey hey its okay. you are alright love. what happened?

YN: something or someone pushed me into the lake. i got a fire message from my mom, my dad was in a car accident that has put him in coma.. no doubt caused by your parents.

Draco: and they will pay for that... i was so afraid i had lost you. but right now you need to rest. here scoot over let me in. ill stay with you. that and professor snape told me to keep an eye on you.

YN: well this is excellent. i love having you here. i just hope my father is ok.

Draco: and he will be... lets just get some rest right now so we can figure all this out tomorrow. hopefully with less of you or i almost dying and more of us being normal ish or about as normal as can be for a magic couple.

YN: i like the sound of that.

you moved over so draco could slide in beside you. he laid down all comfy with you laying against his chest and the sound of his heart beat lulling you to sleep. his eyes shutting as well for it had certainly been an exhausting day.

~to be continued~

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footballffbarbiex · 5 years

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Christmas Hosting.

Part of the seasonal masterlist These will be any length and about several players.

Words: 1395 Player: Dele Alli. Request: No but the prompts were: maybe the christmas lunch one for dele? idk i just think its so sweet young couples being very domestic, especially on the holidays (im not the person who suggested it, i just thought it was a very nice request! :)) feel free to ignore me 😂😂 You should do one where the couple host Christmas lunch and there all cute and sweet with each other and the family teases them.

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Dele has tried to stay out of your way all morning after coming back from training, claiming you were “on a mad one.” He had a point. The usually tidy kitchen was a mess and your parents were due to arrive any minute. You could really do with Dele’s help, but he seems to have forgotten his name or even what the sound of your voice was like as every time you shout him, it goes nowhere. Rushing around in a state of panic, you cram everything you possibly can into the dishwasher, check that the oven is still on and everything is how it should be, from the prepped veg, the table being set, the fridge fully stocked with every drink you could think of both alcoholic and non-alcohol, and also that each person’s present pile were away from the others so they didn’t get mixed up. You wanted everything to be perfect.

This was not only your first-time hosting Christmas, but it was also your first one whilst in a relationship, and with someone who your family had no idea about. They knew you were falling head over heels, but they hadn’t met. Today, not only did the food need to be perfect but you also hoped your father’s behaviour was too. He tended to speak out when he shouldn’t, and it often landed him in hot water. “Dele.” You whisper-shout up the stairs. “You called?” He appears on the landing moments later, his hand in a bag of crisps and a confused look on his face. “You’re eating already?” “No, first of all, this is a snack. It doesn’t count. And secondly, I thought you were doing the sexy shouty voice you do when you wanna get laid.” You raise an eyebrow and shift your weight to the other foot. “I don’t do a sexy shouty voice when I want to get laid.” It’s then that you realize you’re doing the voice and it’s exactly the one you do when you’re in the mood. “And your tactic was to seduce me with your crisp flavoured hand and your smart mouth?” He considers this for a moment, his mouth scrunching up as he thinks. “Not my best move I’ll admit but here we are. Fancy some then? A quickie before they get here?” You’re about to answer, to turn him and his romantic proposal down when the door opens, grabbing your attention immediately. “Fuck,” you hiss as Dele ducks out of the way and disappears. The coward.

“Traffic as always was horrid. Why you chose to live down here I’ll never know.” Your dad says, pushing open the door and complaining immediately. “He’s been in a foul mood the whole way down. Someone cut him off just after Doncaster and since then, he’s been one “fuck off” away from a road rage meltdown.” Your mother follows him in and pulls you into a hug, “Merry Christmas love. Dinner smells amazing by the way.” “Everyone is always in a bloody rush. No one ever wants to let anyone go.” “Dad it’s a straight road the whole way down. There’s nowhere to let anyone go to.” “Worst thing they did, taking those roundabouts out. At least they broke up the drive a bit.” Your dad is still complaining as he makes his way through into the kitchen, his arms filled with packs of beer and foil covered plates. “Look, I know you said you were cooking and it’s not that I don’t trust you or anything, but you can never have too much. So, these are more like snacky bits for later.” Your mother squeezes your shoulder and breezes past, lifting the lids of the pans and checking on the oven. You know from this moment onwards that you’ll have no control over what happens with the food but in a way, it’s slightly comforting to have less stress now. “So where is he then?” Your dad turns back to you as he shrugs out of his coat. “This fancy man of yours.” “I’ve been asking myself that…” you trail off, wondering how to try and get him to come down. “Asking yourself what?” his voice sounds behind you and you sigh with relief. Your father’s eyes widen as he takes in the man behind you and note his mouth drop open slightly. “John stop gawping, it’s not polite. Hi love, how’re you?” your mother jumps in to try and diffuse the situation. She knows enough about football to understand the game, but put a face in front of her and she doesn’t know one player from the next. This has gone over her head. “I’m good thanks, how was the drive?” He beams, throwing her his best smile which automatically wins her over as she pulls him into a hug. He bends, allowing her to wrap an arm around his neck and one around his waist in a hug. “I’m glad it’s over.” She confirms with a smile as she lets him go, your dad still stands in shock. “Dad? This is D-” “I’ve got eyes. I know who he is.” He finally finds his voice, cursing when your mum elbows him and glares. “Be polite.” She eyeballs Dele once more, trying to work out why there’s so much shock. “Not having a bad season.” He comments as Dele laughs. “Yeah, it’s not too bad. Can’t complain really.” You feel his hands on your waist, just out of view of your parents as he strokes his thumbs over your back. “Season? Oh, not football talk already. You’ve just got here. Come on, we’ve got the car to unpack.” She steers him away from the two of you. “How did you know he likes football? I still don’t know his name,” she whispers, thinking they’re out of earshot. You wait until they're back on the drive before looking up at him as he laughs. “Well, that went well.” “For now. Dad is an Arsenal fan. Prepare yourself.”

As expected, your mum takes over with glee, leaving you to snack and talk with your dad and Dele in the living room in front of the TV. He’s surprisingly on his best behaviour and Dele takes his comments well, responding quickly and giving back as well as he can. The two shockingly bounce off each other, bonding in a way you hadn’t expected and you burst with happiness that they’re getting along. Your mum busies about, making sure everything is running on time before finally serving up the dinner. Only when everyone has a plateful and has begun to eat does your mum begin the conversation you’ve been anticipating. “So, how did you both meet?” You side eye Dele and see he’s making no effort to tell the story, the small smile on his face shows he had no intention either. “Work had hosted a charity event and Dele was there.” You answer semi truthfully. Work had indeed put together a charity event and during it, they had included a mini version of speed dating. Dele was one of the guys who had slid into the opposite seat, taking the whole thing like a good sport, and the only one who had stayed firmly lodged in your mind afterwards. You must have had the same effect on him as he lasted half an hour before wandering over to you afterwards and asking for your number to take you on a date for real. That part you wouldn’t be including to your parents and Dele knows that. “He couldn’t resist turning on the charm and what can I say? It worked.” You feel his hand stroke over yours and the open sign of affection makes you smile. His thumb gently strokes over the back of your hand as he gathers up more food on his fork. “You look happy.” Your dad says after a few minutes. The conversation has changed and moved on so his words take you by surprise. He says it quietly enough so that only you can hear, not one for big displays and not wanting to embarrass Dele. “I like him. Wrong team mind you but if he makes you happy, he’s a good one in my eyes. Just don’t expect me to be happy when he scores in future.” If that wasn’t your father's approval, you didn’t know what would be.

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e1ana · 4 years

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leisure writing :)

recently by brain has been all AHHHHHHDHHBSGDVJHS BCHJNNH and its really negatively impacted my writing, especially for my fics :(

i’ve decided to go on a short hiatus for them for a bit to let my brain catch up. i’ve just been writing random stuff and letting it go in a n y direction to give my brain break and i think??? this might??? be the best?????? decision ive ever made????? my brain just feels so un-fried. its awesome.

so far it seems to be taking the shape of a YoI fic? idk. I just finished the show for the second time and i absolutely love it! I guess by brain’s been wired on Yuri!!! for a bit now so i’m not surprised at the direction its headed.

i’m still letting it go in any direction though, and i’m not sure if im going to put it up in a03 (i might if i decide i like it, but im not working on it with the intent of uploading it.)

so yeah. here’s the first bit of that. i though i’d upload it on here just bc i can and idk what else to do with it. hope you enjoy :) rating is teen bc of some cursing but thats it

(korkad means stupid in swedish)

Rain.

It wasn’t a loud sound - just the gentle pitter-patter of it against a window can paint a room in a quiet, soothing blanket of white noise. Viktor Nikiforov buries himself further in his comforter. Mid April drizzles really were something else.

Begrudgingly, VIktor pulls himself from his bed. He looks out of his beside window to find a sunset that perfectly matched with the serene morning rain.

He yawns and stretches, a soft grumble coming from his lips. He stands up and walks to his kitchen. Every morning is practically the same - wake up, debate going back to sleep, brush teeth/expensive and extensive skincare, eat, and go straight to the rink. Getting up at 7 am might sound overkill, but the lax speed of Viktor’s early morning routine needs extra breathing room.

He drags a hand full of some kind of sweet smelling lotion down his face, massaging it in with the melting pot of other creams and serums. The concoction is thick on his face, though not totally unpleasant. Viktor feels a bit more invigorated now, the cold water startling him up. Nevertheless, he starts the coffee machine. He swings his legs as he sits atop the counter and scrolls through his instagram. A sharp pinch on the cheek startled him from his trance.

“I told you to stop sitting on the counter, korkad. Nobody wants to cook on your ass juice.”

Ah, the overlooked step to the routine - cope with an insufferable roomate at ‘too early’ am.

“Good morning, Chris. I hope you slept well.”

Maybe insufferable wasn’t the right word for Chris normally, but his unrivalled snark and Viktor’s early morning sluggishness were not a fantastic mix. Chris grabs him by the sweatshirt and nearly yanks him off of the marble tabletop. He makes a show of wiping the area where Viktors butt once was. Finally, the sweet sound of gurgling and spluttering signifies the end of the coffee maker’s cycle.

Viktor pours in a fairly reasonable amount of sweetened cream, the dark brown going caramel colored and scented. He takes a long gulp, downing half the mug in one go. He looks up at Chris, who is now leaning against counter one on arm and glaring. He offers a smile at the glowering man.

“Okay, now you can be a sassy bitch.”

Chris rolls up the towel and flicks it at Viktor’s butt, drawing an undignified squeak from the slightly shorter man. He snorts a laugh, but thankfully gives Viktor his space for the rest of the morning.

He finishes the rest of his coffee quickly, the caffeine already buzzing through his brain. He checks his watch - nearly time to leave. He packs a few protein bars and water bottles along with his sweets and shirt. He calls out to Chris before grabbing his keys and locking the door.

He pulls his sweatshirt hood a little tighter around his face, slipping into his freezing cold car. He clicked on the heat, despising how long it took for the damn thing to heat up.

The drive to the rink was slow today. He wasn’t in any rush, and the slow rain hitting the metal roof of his car made for a nice serenade. He watched the outside pass by slowly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly.

When he pulled up to the rink, he noticed two things. One, it was bustling with activity. Usually, the place looked practically deserted at nine in the morning. The swarms of people and clicking cameras were an odd sight.

Two, a man stands outside of the rink, wringing his wrists. He bites his lips and looks impossibly nervous. He blinks a couple of times before waving his hands frantically at one of the reporters. Viktor can’t help but laugh out loud in the solitude of his car. He pulls into the driveway, eyeing the dark haired man the whole time.

He’s vaguely familiar - Viktor’s sure he’s seen those blue framed glasses sitting on some side bench at some competition somewhere. He isn’t unattractive either. His black hair and brown eyes contrast with the pale skin of his babyish face. It gives him a look of purity. It’s a nice look. Admittedly, it’s aided by the ample blush on his cheeks and the way he rocks from foot to foot nervously. It’s a very cute habit, Viktor’s always thought.

Victor steps out of his car. Maybe he slams his car door a little louder than normal to make some of the reporters turn their heads, maybe he doesn’t. Regardless, they’re hounding on him in seconds, asking about this jump and that score. He answers all of their questions with a blinding smile, hoping that his glance towards the man goes unnoticed. Well, rather, where the man was. The glass door swings violently and Viktor catches his bag disappearing around a corner.

It takes longer than Viktor would've liked to get rid of the reporters and slip into the rink. His tight routine is now skewed fifteen minutes late. He stretches quickly and laces up his skates as quickly as possible to increase his time on the ice.

He approaches the entrance gate, one foot already on the ice when something whirrs by him. His gaze is captured by none other than the man who was stood outside.

Immediately, Viktor becomes enraptured with him. All he's doing is skating around the perimeter of the rink. Somehow, though, the swinging strides of his legs and the way his arms lift ever so slightly from the elbows when he glides paint him in the picture of grace. Viktor can’t help but stare as he completes another circle. Finally, when the man passes him a third time, he turns to look at Viktor. The grey haired man’s cheeks heat up under his unsettled gaze.

“Do you need some-”

Red creeps up the neck of the other man, his eyes widening when he realized who he’s talking to. He spins back around and pushes off even faster than before.

Viktor steps onto the ice, heart pounding. Fuck. Fuuuck. He internally moans at the increasing awkwardness in the air. Damn his annoying fame and prestige! Here he was, embarrassing himself in front of someone he vaguely remembered who could potentially be important and was definitely attractive. Embarrassing himself just by existing.

Whatever. He flicks his ankle out, starting a slow circle around the rink. If an onlooker glaneed over, it might look like the other man was chasing him. Though it was practically the other way around, Viktor considered.

Eventually, Viktor felt warm enough to do some actual exercises. A few combination spins, a few brackets. Nothing obscene. He starts his program once he feels his joints ease into the jumps.

The feeling isn't the same as the first time he did the program. Victory - it was the theme of his piece. Clearly, it’d gotten him where he wanted the first few times. The thrill of first place was incredible. It inspired him so much, the feeling of winning pushing forth his every movement. It had felt so overwhelmingly good. Now, after his fifth medal, the program didn’t mean much. His publicist had pushed him to do the same program every year, if not with a few major improvements each time.

Regardless of how many new spins or complicated jumps he added, the piece was tired. He was bored of this. There was simply no other way to put it. Even as he landed the perfectly executed triple axle that had been worked into his program, Viktor felt his heart sag.

He ran through the program a few more times, each with decreasing vigor. He didn’t even notice the man skate by him (albeit with a wide berth) and exit the rink. Drenched in sweat and disappointment, Viktor literally laid down on the ice. Maybe it wasn’t the most professional move in the book, but the freezing cold felt good on his hot skin. He hummed and got back to his feet, skating one last cool down lap before exiting and sliding on his blade covers.

He took a cold shower. Unusual, but the weight of the day didn't seem like it could just be melted away. He closed his eyes, letting the freezing water run down his body. It soothes is aching muscles and bones. Technically, the hot alternative would be better at melting away the lactic acid in his muscles. He could have a long soak in the tub when he got home, though - the temporary relief of cold water was more than satisfactory for now.

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. The cool air inside of the building almost felt warm in contrast to Viktor’s cold skin. He pulled on a new shirt and pants.

Viktor was surprised to see the other man slinging his bag over his shoulder. He didn’t appear to see the higher ranking skater, ad he sidled to the door without a second glance. Before he stepped out, though, he turned and froze.

“I… uh…” he paused and looked up, searching for the right words. “I wanted to thank you for earlier. You know. With the reporters. So, uh. Thanks.”

Before Viktor could pipe back with a cheery ‘no problem’ or ‘the pleasure's all mine, tell me your name and let me take you for a drink in my very expensive sports car,’ the man was gone. Viktor followed suit as fast as he could, but there was no catching the man now. Gone, forever.

#e1ana's fic #my writing #ah my brain #yoi fanfic #victuuri #viktor and chris are besties and flirt ode #and thats on period #original concept #yuri on ice #ok im done tagging now >:)

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ssironstrange · 5 years

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Hawks of Nephthys pt. 3

I thought this was going to be the final part but i was wrong lmao sorry there will be one more after this.

(read part 2)

tagging: @im-trying-to-be-oky

“There’s going to be a small ceremony held for the technique Christine and I came up with,” Stephen licked his lips, actually nervous for the first time in years. “I’d like you to come… as my date.”

Tony waved a hand and the holographic screens were pushed away. It was obvious he was trying not to smile.

“Are you sure? What happened to being afraid of it tarnishing your reputation?”

“I don’t need reputation. My work speaks for itself. Besides, it’s no skin off my back if someone would rather have less capable hands operate on them just because I’m dating a man.”

Tony rolled his chair away from the desk, stood and walked around it to meet Stephen where he stood fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Well it’s about damn time. I hate keeping secrets, you know.”

“I know,” Stephen smiled with soft fondness. “And please—leave the armor here.”

“Party pooper.”

“Another time.”

“Fine. I’m holding you to that. You’re gonna have a date with Iron Man one of these days. At that nice Italian place we like. Full armor. Might not even take the mask off.”

Stephen couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough, yet he laughed anyway.

Stephen opened a portal right beside where Steve stood in one of the compound’s many conference rooms.

No one seemed particularly surprised.

Except for Peter Quill who was still live on their view screen and apparently scrambled to get Gamora’s attention about it.

“You found his ship? Him?”

“We believe so. Picked up an old signal on the frequencies common to Earth.” Gamora responded, her tone carefully guarded. “Doctor, if it is him, the chances that he is still alive—”

“Are infinitesimal, I know.”

Silence and tension fell upon them like an itchy woolen blanket.

Nebula broke through the quiet after a few long minutes.

“We’re here.”

None of them, not even Drax who rarely sported emotion, could keep their expressions impassive. One by one their faces fell.

They didn’t have to say it.

It was his ship.

Stephen was gone from the compound and aboard the Benatar within seconds.

Tony Stark limped out of a C-17 with his arm in a sling and Rhodes delicately supporting his every move. Somehow, Tony still managed to stand tall and confident. He was too thin, his hair was too long, he needed to shave, and needed to sleep for about two weeks straight.

But he was alive.

At his side, Pepper squeezed his hand while holding back tears as Tony approached the two of them on the runway. He took a look around at the Air Force personnel, sniffed, then let his attention fall to Pepper.

“Your eyes are red. Few tears for your long lost boss?”

“Tears of joy,” She said through a bright smile. “I hate job hunting.”

“Yeah, well,” Tired eyes landed on Stephen and his throat bobbed with a hard swallow. “Vacation’s over.”

With his good hand, Tony grabbed Stephen’s as he walked past and towards the car and held it like he’d never let it go again.

The docking clamps attached with a dull thud.

“Stephen, the ship is dead. Not even the backup life support systems are active. Are you sure about this?” Gamora laid a hand on his arm. Her concern was touching.

“I am,” He patted her hand, his own trembling more than usual. “I need to know.”

Rocket chimed in. “Knowin’ is one thing, doc. You don’t gotta go and hurt yourself like that.”

“I am Groot.”

“See?”

Despite the circumstances, Stephen let a fragile smile through. “I appreciate the concern, and I don’t expect any of you to understand. But this is something I have to do.”

Magic cloaked his body in safety against the harsh elements of the dead ship.

Stephen walked through the short terminal, opened the hatch door with a single gesture, and stepped inside.

Too focused on the patient file that promised to bolster an already impressive record, Stephen didn’t see the tail light until it was too late.

The car spun off the edge of the cliff, rolled and flipped multiple times on the way down, and landed nose down in chilly waters.

Stephen opened one eye that wasn’t swollen shut fourteen hours later to Christine and Tony talking quietly and his hands in fixators.

The deep and painful inhale and the spike in his heart rate alerted them to his consciousness. Tony’s eyes were red with heavy bags beneath them, and Christine could barely look at him.

“What… did they do?” He croaked out, throat dry and lips swollen.

“Take it easy, baby,” Tony placed a gentle hand on his thigh and fresh tears threatened to fall.

“It—it took Tony a while to find you…” Christine’s voice shook.

“What did they do?” His snarl was weak, but still enough to make both of them wince.

Neither of them could look at him while Christine donned her best professional tone.

“Eleven stainless steel pins in the bones, multiple torn ligaments, severe nerve damage in both hands.”

“Oh, God…”

“Stephen, honey, you were on the table for eleven hours. No one could have done better.”

He swallowed the sandpaper in his throat and turned his head as much as he could to look directly at Tony.

“I could have done better.”

It was the truth and they all knew it.

Christine excused herself and Tony squeezed his thigh tenderly.

“Baby, I promise I’ll find a way to fix this.”

Stephen drained every penny to his name on experimental treatments, more surgeries, and multiple therapies. Tony devoted his entire R&D department to it.

Neither of them were successful.

Neither of them stopped trying.

No atmosphere control.

No artificial gravity.

No temperature regulation.

There was very little difference between the inside of the ship and the vacuum of space outside. It was eerie and quiet enough that his own heartbeat seemed deafening. A simple spell was cast for a ball of light and it hovered over him as he walked, illuminated the darkness in a soft bluish glow. Anything that hadn’t been strapped down floated motionless until he pushed it from his path. Stephen knew there was no use actually searching the ship. There was only one logical place to look.

Stephen headed for the cockpit.

Stephen lost count of how many times they had done this now. It seemed inevitable they would attend the same galas, charity events, science and technology conventions, or award ceremonies. He watched Tony grow into his new CEO role under the guidance of Stane, a man who rubbed him in all the wrong ways. Stephen watched him evolve a mask for the media and public and delighted when it was taken off just for him.

They would disappear to storage closets, bathrooms, and empty offices at first. Eventually, Stephen started going home with him, started staying the night.

He looked over to Tony’s sleeping face beside him and felt a smile tug at his lips. Manhattan’s night time glow fell upon him through the huge windows of his penthouse suite—one he had been frequenting more often than his actual home in Malibu. He was soft like this, all his burdens and stress and sorrows suspended for a few blessed hours. The tension had long ago drained from his every atom, Stephen more than happy to take and take and take until Tony was spent. His hair was a mess, lips parted slightly for deep and slow breaths, face half smashed into the pillow he hugged, and his neck and shoulders covered in Stephen’s claim. No matter how many times he saw Tony Stark raw and vulnerable like this, it made his stomach flutter and heart forget a beat or two.

“I think I love you,” Stephen whispered and finally closed his eyes to drift to sleep with a warmth inside his heart.

Never had silence been so deafening as it was for him then. It was not like other silences which were, rather, lack of one dominant sound yet still enough small noises to fill the void. No, this was a true, total and complete silence. His blood rushed in his ears, his heart beat so loud he was sure the Guardians could hear it on their ship, and his every breath came in like the angry wind before a storm. It was disorientating to hear the basic workings of your own body, and just one of the many reasons Stephen liked to avoid actual space.

He rounded the doorway, telling himself he was ready while knowing he wasn’t.

The light from the orb increased, slowly pushing darkness back into the emptiness of space.

Stephen’s chest tightened, the weight of his sorrow crushing so hard he was almost positive it would collapse into the black hole it felt like. Strapped in one of the pilot’s seats, Tony Stark sat motionless, suspended in time.

Space was, at least, merciful in death.

Cold numbness ate Stephen away at his very core. He didn’t even feel himself take reluctant steps closer.

Tony was pale, his lips and fingertips tinged with blue and eyes shut. His head leaned to the side, pillowed by the chair’s headrest. Too skinny, even with the subtle swell of what little water had been left in his body trying to escape before it froze. He looked so peaceful, Stephen could almost pretend he was simply asleep.

Almost.

Cradled beneath his arm was the damaged remains of his helmet; the source of the distress call if he had to guess. Inside, a faint red light glowed on and off. Odd that Tony wouldn’t have shut it down once he knew the inevitable. Carefully, Stephen worked it out of the frozen grip of his would-be husband, his entire self functioning on autopilot to the point he barely knew if he was still in his physical body. A bit of magic was given to the nanite helmet, warming it just enough for its circuitry to function without the risk of failing under such extreme cold. The eyes flickered a few times, stayed on, then projected into the empty space of the cockpit.

#ironstrange #my writing #part 3 #tony stark #Stephen Strange #didn't get as emotional this time #can't promise anything for part 4 #sorrynotsorry to those who didn't want this to happen

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STEREK FIC REC POST

i’ve hit another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsteREKT so once again im posting another fic rec post!

as always these fics will be of all tropes so be sure to read the warnings and tags of all fics you wish to read to make sure each fic IS for you. x

my personal favourites will be marked with a **

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i'll always choose you (even when i'm drunk) by trilliastra

He looks at his hand curiously, he’s always had a ring? He can’t remember.

“Yeah.” The guy comes back into the bedroom, helps Stiles sit up and drink some water. “It’s your wedding ring.”

“I’m married?” He yells, making the guy flinch. “I’m married!” He looks between his ring and the guy with pretty eyes in front of him. Oh, no. “I’m married.” He repeats, sadly. He doesn’t want to be married!

“Are you – crying?” The guy asks, reaches out to touch Stiles’ face.

“I don’t wanna be married!” He cries out. “I wanna marry you.”

WORDS: 794

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

BYOP by dragon_temeraire ***

Stiles helps Derek revive a family tradition.

WORDS: 2003

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and up

WARNINGS: None

Second Chances by rootbeer ****

"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."

WORDS: 2624

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: None

Oops by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Derek was the one that brought Stiles dinner when he knew Stiles had forgotten, and Derek was the one that massaged Stiles’ feet when he was stressed. When they watched a movie, Stiles snuggled up against him, and Stiles trusted Derek enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. When Stiles woke up in the middle of the night screaming, Derek was the one that held until he fell back asleep, and in return, Stiles would help him count his fingers when Derek wasn’t sure if he was awake.

Derek and Stiles were just friends. Oops?

WORDS: 2852

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: None

Just a Hobby by kaistrex (weishen)

Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the supernatural and the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

WORDS: 3014

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen And Up

WARNINGS: none

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur by tiedtogetherwithadagger

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.

WORDS: 3728

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

So Color Me Green With Disgust (or maybe with envy) by lapsus_calami

Derek’s as straight as a ruler and he’s totally okay with that. He’s also okay with Stiles being as straight as a bendable squiggly straw. Or at least he thought he was. Recent events have him wondering if he’s secretly some sort of homophobe, and it’s seriously starting to affect his and Stiles’ relationship in a bad way.

WORDS: 3828

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by ChildOfTheRevolution

Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.

‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.

‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.

WORDS: 4821

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

something's missing by trilliastra

Sometimes Derek still asks himself why Kate kept the baby. And then he just tries to shake those thoughts away because even imagining Michael not being here, alive, hurts too much.

WORDS: 5032

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Ghost Blanket and the Wolf by PaintedRecs **

Derek's badly in need of hugs, Stiles decides shortly before Halloween. His pack is secure and stable, but he still hovers on its edges, as though not quite sure where he belongs. Will the magic of Halloween night, and a cherished Stilinski tradition, be enough to lift that weight off his shoulders?

WORDS: 6434

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: flufff

***Derek vs. Helen (SERIES) by thedevilyousay

Important OTP question: Which one aggressively argues with the suburban soccer moms at the PTA meeting and flips Helen’s 9x12 pan of betty crocker brownies?

WORDS: 8,730

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE?: Probably

WARNINGS: none

****Painted Wooden Letters by DiscontentedWinter

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

WORDS: 10,011

CHAPTERS: 5/5

RATINGS: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, Underage, mentions of child abuse.

(Not gonna lie, this fic hit me really hard. Its very brutal and you will cry most likely. PLEASE make sure to read the warnings before reading this fic, if any of the warnings are triggers to you, then please dont read this.)

My Boys by losingmyangelgrace

“Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence.

Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-

“Holy shit! Derek Hale!”

Stiles.

Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming.

(In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)

WORDS: 11,354

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Striking Matches by castielblues & eeyore9990

Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you're human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.

All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack...

WORDS: 14,923

CHAPTERS: 2/2

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

Momentum by TatsuKitty

“That’s how he knew where Erica and Boyd were.” He growled and stood to pace the length of the apartment. Melissa observed quietly while he processed and silently picked him apart. He was obviously possessive and protective but his facial expressions and motions were harsh, a bit wild, just a touch of the wolf showing in the man. Finding out that Derek was a werewolf had almost made a kind of poetic sense.

“I’d guess. I don’t know what happened with them. I know they died.” She reached out and placed a hand on Derek’s forearm. He went totally still like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a fox and stared at her. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh--¬what ?” he just blinked at her, still totally frozen.

WORDS: 14,934

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage, mentions of depression

Maggie May by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?)

WORDS: 24,997

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATINGS: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage

Adding You to My Future by NekoIzumi

“So, I'm Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they're inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I'm about to do and why I'm doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS: 42,252

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

WORDS: 43,655

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence

Pale Horses by Dark_K

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

WORDS: 56,071

CHAPTERS: 15/15

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Underage, Derek is a lil weird

Play It Again by metisket

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

WORDS: 63,206

CHAPTERS: 3/3

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

It's a mad, mad world by ElisAttack

"They call him the Feral Wolf." The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. "Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?" The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. "Because he's fucking mad."

Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

WORDS: 73,627

CHAPTERS: 11/11

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

(Sacred) In The Ordinary by idyll ***

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles

WORDS: 78,759

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

WORDS: 83,838

CHAPTERS: 43/43

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Violence

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole World Bound by augopher

Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy. The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He'd definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three." Everything clicked into place. So...he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek. With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations' was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained. Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

WORDS: 90,697

CHAPTERS: 26/26

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of violence

Of Course It's Fairies by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy's parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

WORDS: 100,267

CHAPTERS: 54/54

RATING: Not Rated

WARNINGS: None

When I'm Gone by MissYuki1990

Stiles is leaving. For good if he has any say in it. He gave everything to them and received nothing in return, so who can blame him for wanting to leave and find his place in the world. Apparently? Everyone and their uncle.

WORDS: 108,584

CHAPTERS: 10/10

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek. (series) by DiscontentedWinter ***

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.It looks exactly like him.Well, this is awkward.

WORDS: 127,012

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: Yes

RATED: Explicit

Home by TheTypewriterGirl ****

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

WORDS: 167,178

CHAPTERS: 18/18

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Angst, Character Death

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