#that was the only amusing thing that happened today (patient is fine. tis a normal response to extubation)
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last day rotating at the cardiovascular icu! everyone cheered!
#i fucking hate rounding. rounds were 5 hrs today and we only have 8 patients on our service#there was this one patient today who we extubated and he became rlly confused and agitated and like 5 ppl had to help hold him down so he#wouldn’t rip out his lines and one of the senior residents was updating the attending & she was like yeah ‘he was wyling out’#and this 60 yr old doctor just blinked at her and was like ‘sorry? he was what?’#that was the only amusing thing that happened today (patient is fine. tis a normal response to extubation)
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Sweet dreams, TN
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Helena Craig) x M!OC (Clay Banner)
Words count: ~2.1k
Category: Smut/Angst/AU
Warning: 🔞 content/Language
A.N: I really wanted to picture something else. What if my MC didn’t get her place at Edenbrook Hospital in her first year and her boyfriend did? And what happens if she comes as a surgical resident in the 2nd year? Also I’ve decided that in this fic I’ll call MC in her middle name Helena or shortened Helen/Ellie. It’s the alter-ego of Klaw so it has nothing to do with her. After posting this I’ll log off from Tumblr ‘cause I know it’s a disaster😭😭😭😭
Song: “Sweet dreams, TN” - The Last Shadow Puppets (pls hear this first to understand it better ❤️)
MASTERLIST
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I just sort of always feel sick without you baby
I ain’t got anything to lick without you baby
Nothing seems to stick without you baby
Ain’t I fallen in love
“Do you have the keys for the handcuffs?”
“Whoa. Is someone getting a little afraid hm?”
“Well I don’t want to be useless without my hands. So I can touch you.”
“I do have the keys darling.” The two faces were closer breathing into each other’s air. “But I need you to be quiet now.”
“Show me then.”
It’s just the pits without you baby
It’s really just the pits without you baby
It’s like everyone’s a dick without you baby
Ain’t I fallen in love
The command was clear and both of them entered to the inevitable path.
Feeling each other’s skins in the most obscenely way and falling to that wild imagination that both of them had been restraining for a long time.
It was a heavenly and a desirably emotion that led themselves to be part of this trap.
They could hear their accelerated heartbeats as more and more they looked hungrily and darkly like animals fighting for domination.
Blue vs Brown.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
And all my pals will tell me is that I’m crazy
You bet I’m loopy alright
And I just don’t recognise this fool
That you have made me
Whoa I ain’t seen him for a while
Panting breath wasn’t in their expectations and shared a laugh before they reached the culmination and he unlocked her handcuffs to fall completely in his arms.
Their strong embrace fitted perfectly the curves of their bodies despite their sweat. When he was about to pull off she pouted in a whisper.
“No. Stay.”
“I will.” He promised with a searing kiss.
“But you did left me.” Her expression changed completely and in a mere of seconds she wasn’t there.
He blinked. “What?”
The sound of the alarm woke him up and suddenly he felt his underwear soaked.
“Holy shit I did this again!” He growled in frustration as he rubbed his face.
He made attempts to get up but his knees were too weak to keep his balance. Another attempt and he slowly started to walk. Or better a crawling you may call it.
He turned on his bathtub to make a quick shower and to clear this mess of himself. But the hot water made him feel again those goosebumps of that sweet dream and closed his eyes again.
She looped his arms around his waist and start to kiss his shoulders slowly and gently while moving her hands up and down his bellybutton. He let a content sigh while drifting again to that imaginary scene.
And as your shrinking figure blows a kiss
I catch and smash it on my lips
Darling I can’t seem to quit.
When there wasn’t a shoulder to lean on his head, he slapped his face growling loudly and continued his shower in disappointment.
Completely falling to bits
I really might be losing it
The idea that you’ve existed all along is ridiculous
I don’t know what to say
He missed her.
Not longer after that he arrived at Edenbrook gladly on time thanks to his fast BMW vehicle. He carried his bag through the hall of the hospital and a megawatt smile that he recognised it very well stopped him.
“Yo yo look who’s back again. My mann!” They clapped their backs.
“Ooff Bryce!” He was breathing hardly. “We were celebrating yesterday for the end of our intern year. I’m sure that we didn’t miss each other that much.”
“C’mon Banner can’t you just be funnier person in your life for once hm?”
Clay rolled his eyes. “Anyways I have to change my clothes unless you don’t have anything else to say.”
“I do actually.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I met someone today.”
“So?”
“You have no idea whom I have met.”
“Let me guess did President Biden come here?” He snorted when he saw Bryce’s not amused reaction. “Okay fine go on.”
“As I was saying I met today a female but let me tell you man... this woman is not like the others. She’s like a goddess that entered to this building and blessed my life when I made eye contact with her.”
Clay was really trying his best not to laugh to this exaggeration. “You have met plenty of women and it’s not your first time Bryce.”
“Tsk. It is my first time. And may I add she was like queen Cleopatra that summoned everyone when she walked here.” Bryce added in a wandering gaze while he was doing his usual ministrations. “Black stilettos clicking and wearing those black leathery pants revealing her curves...ohh I’m thinking I’m going to fall in love man. She had a long coat on her shoulders and that white shirt mmhmm.” He closed his eyes. “She truly was the boss and I’m betting on this... her elegant body will be in my bed. But-”
“And there’s always a but right?”
“Can you believe I didn’t get her name?! Not even her number!”
His friend squealed in laughter. “What did you think fool? That she was going to follow you straight into the on-call room?”
“Yes!” Bryce exclaimed. “That’s what I thought too man but I lost her because that damn nurse came to me for signing a patient in a surgery.” He sighed and shook his head. “I lost the most perfect chance today and I don’t even know what she was doing here... she can’t be a doctor though ‘cause she’s too beautiful for this job.”
“Well then good luck on finding her ‘cause I have to go now. See you.” He trailed off to the direction of the elevator.
“Yea see ya.” He waved back at him before he muttered. “Go back to surgery Bryce before Tanaka cuts you off.”
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“This is going to be your office.”
“Thank you so much Mist- Dr. Tennant!” She corrected herself briefly before she would say another embarrassing thing. “I really don’t know how to express my gratitude for this.”
He scoffed. “Please can you just talk normally Dr. Craig? I think at the first time we met the rule was by names. Call me Simon.”
“Sure. Simon.” She really wasn’t used to it though. First no title of Miss/Mister and now calling by names. USA had really big differences with UK not only in titles but also in medical policy and legacy.
“And now I must say to you congratulations!” They shook hands. “And also I’d like to introduce you to our Diagnostics Team.”
She nodded in agreement.
When they finally arrived at the front door Simon stepped first to get the attention of his colleagues who seemed to be occupied as they were studying a case so he cleared his throat loudly. All of them turned their gazes to him except for an attending who didn’t even have to recognise his friend’s voice.
“What now Simon?”
“Hello to you too my pal. You know everyone that there was going to be a resident in the absence of Edgar’s, right?”
“Yes we know that.” The Japanese-British woman spoke.
“Have you brought him here?!” Judging by his accent it was an Indian man who exclaimed happily.
Simon chuckled. “Yes Baz but it’s her.”
“Ooooohh.”
“Let’s hope she’ll be useful for this job.”
“Don’t worry Ethan. She was selected as the best surgical intern in Imperial College of London Hospital and many other things among but I’ll let her to present herself.” He made her a signal to come inside.
“Everyone this is Dr. Helena Craig.”
“Please you can call me Helen or Ellie if you want.”
“I like Helen better.” The woman got up and shook her hand. “Dr. June Hirata.”
“Me too! Hi I’m Dr. Sebastian Mirani but everyone calls me simply Baz.”
“Ethan?” Simon asked quietly to get up and greet with her but he wasn’t moving any inch.
Helen gave him a knowing smile and said without breaking her gaze to him. “It’s alright for me if we don’t shake hands. I feel the same way too when I meet people that haven’t given me a good and a reliable impression at first so I completely understand your condition now.”
She caught him off guard. Ethan Ramsey expected her to scowl or glare into his eyes but instead she was killing him with that radiating smile.
Fuck.
The same smile that was reserved for him yesterday at Donahue’s bar.
In the corner of his eyes there was an unfamiliar face that stayed some stools away from him.
She lit up a cigarette even though Reggie had been strictly to every client not to use it but it seemed she didn’t care about it.
Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun revealing her constructed jaw and her long neck.
She had also earrings pierced. Was she a troublesome woman? Or maybe a drugs dealer judging by her extravagant outfit. But what caught his attention was that she didn’t look amused or happy.
She was sad. And exhausted.
Along with her was a small luggage that she had carried with herself here. She called Reggie to bring her a strong scotch and found by the latter that she was British and it was her first time in Boston.
She had also asked him for a hotel nearby this place and Reggie suggested some of them including “La Vista” Hotel which was the best. She thanked and left him the payment.
Now her eyes landed on the icy blue that had been staring on her for a long time and gave him a wicked smile. She raised her glass in purpose and licked her lips after drinking bits of it.
She was really gorgeous in all of his honesty and they didn’t break their eye contact for maybe a couple of minutes. He could do it every time without any hesitation just to rest in those piercing brown’s.
He was a very handsome man and even though he seemed older than her, she didn’t give a single shit. She could imagine his toned muscles and abs beyond those pesky clothes. She was marveled and could sense that he felt the same too.
It was like they both understood each other.
No words needed.
Only looks.
But she knew who he was. Ethan Ramsey. And she was glad that made him completely at her mercy and was enjoying it.
Poor man she thought.
She couldn’t wait for his reaction tomorrow when he would find out who she was actually.
His colleague.
Helen could imagine his flustered face and transfixed into her with his mouth agape.
She got up from her seat slowly in a tantalizing move while he drank in one gulp his scotch and called Reggie again for another fill.
She walked past him but before leaving with her luggage she lowered her head to his ear whispering dangerously. Her breath was a tingle in his ears and could almost feel her lips brushed.
“Thank you for the distraction. I really needed it.”
She left unceremoniously when something dropped from her and he immediately caught it.
It was one of her earrings with the initial ‘H’. He was about to call her but she was gone.
Maybe he would find her tomorrow again. Here.
And he really found her. In the most obscenely and the most embarrassing way if he could describe it. Instead of what she said he got up with his smuggling look.
“Wrong observation.” When she heard his deep voice for the first time she gulped and could see his eyes glimmering triumphantly. “I hope you don’t ruin this opportunity.”
He caught her off guard. While they were touching each other’s palms an unknown heat coursed down in their bodies. Bullshit they thought because he was just an attending and she was a resident. Suddenly another voice was approaching to them.
“I’m terribly sorry for my lateness but I was-”
He abruptly stopped himself when he saw her.
His eyes were widened and his breath hitched.
She was here.
Baby we ought to fuck
Seven years of bad luck
Out of the powder room mirror
Could I have made it any clearer
She saw him too.
But not with a happy or a grateful face that always had welcomed his heart.
This was a mere seconds of glaring and then a plastered smile that he knew too well.
Clay Banner had screwed things up a year before he entered Edenbrook Hospital.
And now the woman of his dreams was standing right in front of him with his attending.
His girlfriend.
His Helen.
Or... was?
It’s love like a tongue in a nostril
Love like an ache in the jaw
You’re the first day of spring
With a septum piercing
Little Miss Sweet Dreams, TN
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Ps: if this fic doesn’t surpass The Grinch Girl fic notes... there’s not going to be a part two😂😂 sorry...and Happy (late) International Women’s Day💪🏻💋🥰🥰
UPDATE: Part two is posted and it’s called- She’s thunderstorms
#open heart fan fiction#open heart choices#open heart fan fic#oh au#n*fw#ethan ramsey#my mc#ethan ramsey x mc#clay banner#clay banner x mc#triangle of love series#part one#my writing
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Physical Therapy - Ch. 1 (Spencer)
WELCOME TO PHYSICAL THERAPY!! in honor of this bish starting physical therapy in real life (and missing it bc i can’t drive and my mom and i’s schedules not being synched on google calendar all the time) i’ve decided to write a fic about it. it will be a little series with a goal (yes, an end game) and it’ll be cute. some of it is based on actual things that happen and some is literally just the story. ENJOY.
gender: neutral
tw: nothing that i can think of
genre: fluff | angst
Description: After getting shot in the leg, spencer goes through physical therapy before he can get back in the field completely. What happens when he starts to fall for his physical therapy assistant?
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Two honks at 6am meant that it was time for Spencer to get going. Derek was downstairs, in the car, waiting on boy wonder to crutch his way out of the apartment complex. Derek wasn’t sure how to feel about this trip considering he missed his early morning run for this but he knew how nervous Spencer was for his evaluation today so he didn’t mind as much as he could have minded.
Spencer was patiently waiting in a pair of very short shorts, mismatched socks, and running shoes. He threw on a t-shirt and looked in the mirror, noting how tired he looked. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately for some reason but he couldn’t be sure why. He combed out his hair one more time before he and his crutches headed to the elevators.
“Ready, kid?” Derek said, opening the front door for Spencer like a world class chauffeur would if Spencer was a celebrity.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Spencer mumbled.
In truth, Spencer was more than ready to get started on his physical therapy journey. He wanted to get back in the field full time, adrenaline pumping, connecting with victims, walking again. He didn’t mind the assisted mobility but it was hard for him to know that the best he could do sometimes was stay back in the office or hang out in Garcia’s batcave.
The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence between the two men. Derek was thinking about how he could make up his missed morning run by doing another type of high cardio workout while Spencer was just trying to figure out why it had to be him. He wouldn’t wish the frustration of his recovery process on anyone else on the team but the frustration of the recovery process just got to him on some days. Today was one of those days.
Derek pulled up to the physical therapy clinic sooner than Spencer hoped. Part of that was because Derek was a very fast driver while the other part was because Spencer wasn’t paying attention for most of the drive.
“You owe me one.” Derek said, completely joking. Well… Partially. That morning run was what kept him awake during the day, energizing him for work.
“Do you want to come in?” Spencer said, looking down at his hands in his lap.
Spencer’s hands were tapping his leg as he awaited Derek’s answer. He was nothing short of a nervous wreck on the inside. All he could think about was how much pain he would be in once the evaluation was over and the physical therapist had finished poking and prodding at his knee. He hated to think that it would be worse than everything else going on. Plus he still had to go to work today.
“Sure, kid.” Derek said.
Derek wasn’t going to sit in the car and do nothing the whole time so he might as well support his friend.
Climbing out of the car, the boys slowly made it to the sliding glass doors of the physical therapy clinic. Much to Spencer’s surprise, it was nothing like he originally imagined it to be. Some part of him thought it would somewhat resemble the clinic where his mother resided but it was completely different. There were floor to ceiling walls for over half of the first floor building. High tech equipment was stationed everywhere from anti gravity treadmills to hand bike motors, medicine balls and so much more. Spencer stood in the doorway, leaning on his crutches, while he took everything in. There was so much light in the air, it was almost like the feeling of recovery was airy and not meant to bog him down. This was a strange feeling for him to comprehend...
“You coming, pretty boy?” Derek called, taking a break from chatting with the pretty receptionist.
Spencer and his crutches walked over to the front desk and grabbed the paperwork that covered how much pain he was in today. He filled it out quickly, hoping to get everything over with sooner than later. He was already here so he might as well just finish everything quickly so he could get out of the place.
When he finished writing everything down, he returned the paperwork to the receptionist who slipped him a piece of paper and pointed to Derek. Spencer already knew it was the receptionist’s personal phone number and he didn’t even need to look at the paper. Sitting down, Spencer handed Derek to a very confused Derek before it hit him what it was. Derek winked at the receptionist, who blushed before answering the phone.
“Spencer?” A voice called his name shortly after he sat down.
It was nice to know that here, he didn’t have to be a doctor. He was just another person healing. He didn’t have to be smart, he could just exist.
“Good luck.” Derek said, noticing that Spencer’s hand was shaking in the slightest bit.
“My name is Nora and I will be your lead physical therapist.” The woman said, walking Spencer to a vacant padded table. It reminded Spencer of the types of tables you lay on when you get a massage.
He only got a massage once when Garcia got stood up on a couples’ massage date. He spent half of his part of the massage giving the masseuse facts about how their job could actually give them an infection from the amount of germs in the air and on the table. His delivery of facts caused the room to be incredibly uncomfortable and bleach the table very thoroughly. By the time he and the masseuse finished, only 5 minutes were left in the massage and Garcia was left horrified and amused at the same time.
“Don’t worry. We bleach the tables every time someone finishes a session.” Nora said, noticing the look on Spencer’s face. Spencer visibly relaxed and sat on the table.
“So, Spencer, tell me a little bit about yourself.” Nora followed up, pulling up a backless roller chair.
“Well, I was on a case and the unsub, unknown subject, shot at a dad but it ended up hitting me in the leg instead and…” Spencer paused, looking at Nora’s amused face.
“No, I mean tell me about you. Your hobbies, what you do for fun, things like that. I need to do a complete profile for you so I know how your quality of life has been affected and which exercises you can do at home so we aren’t pushing too fast.” Nora smiled at Spencer.
“I work.” Spencer said in a matter-of-fact tone. He didn’t really have anything else to say.
“Okay. So you’re a workaholic.” Nora wrote. She was about to ask a new question when you came quickly walking to Nora.
Spencer was left dumbfounded. There seemed to be a halo of light radiating around you, making you glow. He knew it was the sun finally rising but his brain short circuited as he continued to gaze at you.
“Hey Nora?” You said, looking down at your boss. “Mrs. Gillespi wants to know why you haven’t come back to check her form. She doesn’t trust me because, her words here, I ‘look like a child who doesn’t know their left foot from the color orange.’”
“Sure. Here, you can take over Spencer’s evaluation.” She handed you her clipboard.
You looked at the detailed notes on the paper and then up at Spencer, who looked like one of the youngest people here.
“It’s not often we get cute guys in this place. Other than Kyle. But Kyle’s an asshole who could almost be my dad.” You blurted, not realizing you said it outloud as soon as Nora left.
You noticed that he started blushing and looking at his converse and you realized that you said something. You usually spoke your thoughts out loud but the people you worked with were used to it so no one bothered to say anything.
“What?” You asked, confused.
“You called me cute.” Spencer said. “Which is fine. I don’t understand the appeal but I do believe that your blurting of what you perceive as a fact is a coping mechanism. It can also be tied to ADHD, which is a common mental disorder that causes your brain to impulsively say things.” Spencer paused, looking at your face.
“What?” You asked, again, confused.
“I’m not saying you have ADHD. I’m a doctor but not that kind of doctor. Although I could get another Ph. D. Prove my father wrong. And…” Spencer realized he was rambling.
“Cute and a talker.” You said, writing that down.
You wrote something down on the paper that Spencer couldn’t see but he was curious about.
“Let’s check out that leg.” You said, pulling out an instrument that looked like a compass.
You asked Spencer to move his knee certain ways and it wasn’t as bad as Spencer thought. You were gentle, soft even. Your hands were delicate and you ended the session massaging his leg and smiling at him.
“You were a good patient today, doctor Spencer.” You said, smiling at him.
Spencer blushed, unable to meet your eyes.
“You… I mean… I enjoyed our session.” Spencer said. “Which I don’t normally enjoy. Not that I’ve been shot before. Or had physical therapy. Or been here. Or even worked out really.”
“You’re funny, doc.” You smiled. “Your next appointment is Tuesday of next week according to the schedule so I guess I’ll see you then. I can’t wait.”
Spencer stared at you as he wondered why you were so excited.
“Why?” Spencer asked.
“It’s not every day I get the case for a cute guy who is smart and awkward. It’s almost like the heavens have answered my hopes and prayers.” You joked, looking up at the ceiling and putting your hand on your heart.
“I believe in science.” Spencer stated, grabbing his crutches.
“A man of science. Does it get any better? What’s your star sign?” You joked.
“Scorpio.” Spencer stated.
“Oop. All the scorpios I know have been some hoes. You better not be a hoe, doc.”
“I’m definitely not a gardening tool, if that’s what you’re referring to. Otherwise, I’d like to thing my lack of dating skills doesn’t qualify as being a… hoe? Although, I don’t believe in the use of the word to describe someone who enjoys spending time with multiple people. I’d like to think the use of the word is meant in jest and fun for a term of endearment.” Spencer stood up, balancing on his crutches.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You said, walking slowly with Spencer to the front desk.
“What’s your name?” Spencer asked, turning to you. He realized that he never got your name.
“Y/n.” You smiled.
The clouds must have parted again because as soon as you turned to walk away from him, towards Nora, you were covered in another halo. And just like that, you were gone again.
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Headcanons for Inosuke, Tanjiro and Giyuu with an s/o who loves surprising them with sweet treats she makes herself for them? And likes to watch them try it since she wants to make sure that they find some happiness out of it? Love your writing! Congrats on 101 btw!!
Thank you for the request! I must say that I definitely strayed a bit from your initial request, but I hope its still enjoyable. Enjoy~Amanda
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Tanjiro:
Tanjiro loves when you bake for him! The first time you gifted him with your famous banana bread he fell instantly in love with you (and the bread too, it was delicious). He found it adorable how you stood with hopeful eyes, patiently waiting for his reaction as he bit into the soft, moist bread.
Sadly, constantly being on missions made it hard to find time to make your boyfriend sweets, but he didn’t mind. He was beyond grateful that you took the little free time you had to carefully craft such delicious treats, he’d appreciate it every time no matter what it was.
Tanjiro was leaving on a simple mission, something so quick that he’d be back by tonight. You were asked to stay behind and at first that really upset you, how could you make sure nothing happened to him from the estate? He was of course relieved that you were being kept out of harm's way, but he couldn’t help laughing at your puffed cheeks, “(y/n) its only one day, no reason to get all worked up. Beside,” he enveloped you in a warm hug. “by tonight I’ll be back here, sleeping beside you as I do every night” his soothing words helped ease the tension on your face. “Don’t do anything stupid” you warned, eyes full of worry. “Please, I’m the one leaving and I’m more afraid you’ll do something stupid”. The two of you shared a laugh, peppering his lip repeatedly with small kisses. “Would you two stop being gross, let's go Gonpachiro!” Tanjiro sighed, already prepared to deal with his wild friend. “See you tonight” he placed one final kiss to the top of your hand before joining his friends.. “See you”
“Hmm what to do with my time” you contemplated, perhaps you could train but training alone was boring. As you passed the kitchen, you were struck with a fantastic idea. You browsed through the shelves and cabinets of the kitchen, “I think I have everything I need” you cheered. It’s been awhile since you could surprise Tanjiro with something sweet, so today was the perfect opportunity.
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Tanjiro sluggishly trugged to his room, one heavy foot in front of the other. The mission, although short, was extremely draining and all he wanted to do was cuddle beside your sleeping form. “I hope she’s still awake” he almost felt guilty for wishing that you were awake at this time of night, but he knew you. You always waited for him to come home from missions, regardless of the time of night he could count on your comforting smile ready to greet him.
As expected, he opened the door to find you waiting cross-legged on the bed, a small box poorly hidden between your thighs. “Welcome Back!” you jumped into his waiting arms, eager to give him his present. Wiggling out of his grip, you present to him a small box that held the yummy treats, “I’ve made these for you, I hope you like them”
Inside, Tanjiro opened to find small heart-shaped chocolate, all with their own little design. Hands clasped tightly together, you watched expectedly for his reaction as he popped one of the hearts into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around the candy, its milky-sweet taste danced around his taste buds as the smooth chocolate melted away. He hummed in delight, swallowing the silky sweet, “Delicious! This is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten!”
Blushing, you bowed your head bashfully, “Thank you”. He smirked as he sneakily grabbed another chocolate from the tray, placing it into his mouth. “You should try it too”. His tongue masterfully slid between your surprised lips, the taste of chocolate mixed with his fervent lips were almost too much to handle. You both pulled away gasping for hair, Tanjiro eyes full of amusement as you hid you warm face behind you hands
“That cheeky bastard”
Inosuke:
By far he gives the best reactions when you gifte him homemade treats. From your famous vanilla cream cupcakes to your strawberry moche, Inosuke happily devours anything you present in front of him.
You loved baking and you loved Inosuke, so it only made sense that you combined the two. The first time you decided to bake something for Inosuke, you’d settled on a simple chocolate fudge cake. It was early on in your relationship so you weren’t sure how he’d react when you shyly handed him a slice one night after dinner.
Que a broken Inosuke who was so surprised you did something so sincere for him, he accepted the plate quietly. He gleefully ate the entire plate once he shook away the initial shock and since then, you made an effort to consistently shower your boyfriend in baked goods.
Today had been a normal day around the Estate. You were supposed to be training outside with your friends and boyfriend, but you had managed to sneak away. You wanted to surprise Inosuke with your tasty chocolate fudge cake, the same recipe you followed the first time you baked for him.
By far it was his favorite treat you’ve made him thus far. He made it very apparent how much he adored chocolate, he’d do practically anything just to have a small piece. The childish Inosuke had the biggests sweet tooth that you were more than happy to satiate..
You whisked each ingredient together delicately, so as to not screw up the consistency. You peered through the small window that allowed you to watch the others outside. Per usual, poor Tanjiro was having to avoid your rambunctious boar-headed boyfriend who was always looking for a reason to challenge the others. “Jeez one day he’s going to get himself into serious trouble and then I’ll have to kick his ass” you’d managed to finish the cake and clean your mess before dinner when you planned to give him the decadent treat.
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“Inosuke you're going to choke!” You worriedly warned your walking hazard of a boyfriend. Not listening to a word coming from your mouth, he continued to scarf down the food on his plate (and then some). “Fine don’t listen to me then, more cake for the others and I” you pointed your nose in the air, arms folded almost mockingly. Like you cast a spell on him, Insouke suddenly stopped eating, mouth already watering over the cake. “Go get it women!” his voice was loud and his eyes wide. You looked back disapprovingly, “please” he added once he noticed your narrowed eyes. “Better”
You might as well have walked in with a unicorn the way Inosuke’s astonished eyes trailed your every step. “Enjoy!” You cheered as everyone around the table dug into their slice. “(Y/a)-chan that pig doesn’t appreciate your talents enough! You should cook for me more often!” Zenitsu commented much to Inosuke’s dismay. Instinctively, Inosuke wrapped a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “I’ll kick you in the face, Monitsu” his voice was low and threatening.
As he continued to glare at the now shivering blonde, you noticed a small stain of chocolate lingering on Inosuke’s lower lip. “You have something on your face” you teased before swooping closer to his face. The moment your lips landed on his, your tongue swiped over his bottom lip, pulling away with the new taste of sweet chocolate over taking your tastebuds.
Zenitsu’s jealous yelps could be heard miles away but you ignored them for now. “Delicious” you mumbled low enough so just the man whose lap you were on could hear.
One…
Two..
Three..
That’s how many seconds it took for Inosuke to lose his cool, abruptly jumping to his feet, your surprised form dangling loosely in his arms. “We’re leaving” he announced to the room. Boy were you in for it now.
Giyuu:
Let the battle of Gift Giving commence! Despite what the others think, Giyuu is an avid gift giver who always returns from missions with something that reminded him of you. Be it a hair pin, flower, or jewelry, you could always expect something new, which you always looked forward to. Of course, whenever he presented you with anything it was always filled with shaky movement, an awkward interaction you always found adorable on his part.
He was also really awkward the first time you gifted him a sweet treat. When you presented the warm snack to the man, it was like he’d forgotten all motor skills. He simply stared at you like you were some foriegn being, which unintentionally made you feel insecure about your present and caused your eyes to water. Panicking, Giyuu took the whole treat and shoved it into his mouth, almost choking in the process. In the moment it was such a strange experience, but looking back it was probably one of your fondest memories from your early relationship.
As your relationship grew and time passed, Giyuu never really overcame the embarrassment he felt when he received a baked good from you. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them because in reality you were the one to unlock his sweet tooth and made him crave sweets on a daily basis almost, but because he couldn't fathom the idea that you wanted to do something like this for him. Baking was no simple task, so Giyuu was always so appreciative when you showed up with wrapped food just for him.
Recently, you noticed something off with your stoic boyfriend. Lately he walked around as if cement blocks were tied to his feet, eyes always shifted to the floor as he walked to avoid eye-contact with anyone. The little times he’d spoken to you, it was almost as if you were talking to a phantom; his mind clearly elsewhere, somewhere dark and isolated.
It was hard to pull Giyuu out of that depressive mentality of his sometimes. There were times where tokens of affection could slowly bring the life back to his eyes, but other times all he needed was a silent space to think and a comforting hug.
You searched around the house to find Giyuu, a small package neatly balanced in your hands. When you found him, his back was turned away from you concerned eyes, hidden inside one of the emptier rooms in the house you two shared. You silently walked to his side, sliding down next to his still form. “I’ve made you something. You don’t have to eat it right now, but maybe it’ll make you feel a little better.”. His cold eyes shifted to the tray that was now held in front of him, an array of brightly decorated chocolate dipped strawberries filled the plate. Giyuu didn’t say a word, simply stared at you with hard eyes. His lack of response made you worry you’d crossed a line somewhere, “I’m really sorry, maybe I should have just left you alone, I don’t want to be a bother” you rambled, getting ready to leave the room, fearful that you’d messed up.
You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt Giyuu's full body weight thrust itself onto yours, arms clinging tightly around your smaller frame. His trembling finger wrinkled your clothes but you didn’t care, you were just relieved you didn’t make Giyuu even more upset. “Thank you” his voice was weak as he spoke into the juncture of your neck, warm tears slowly creating patches on your clothing. Giyuu was crying; he had never looked so vulnerable, never so desperate for comfort. Some time passed quietly as you gently caressed his hair, his warm breath steadying beside you. “You know, I hate that you have to see me so..so weak, but I hope you understand that every small thing you do makes it better” he sniffled, pulling away to gaze affectionately into your pleading orbs.
You placed a reassuring kiss to his cheek, taking them into your hands. “I’d dip a million strawberries if it meant you’d smile” your kind smile was inviting, prompting a smile of his own to match.
The rest of the night was spent together, chatting away any fowl thoughts and sharing the dipped strawberries. You couldn’t take away Giyuu’s sadness, but you will always be there to cushion the blow with all his favorite sweet treats.
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I promise that at some point I will learn how to write a proper HC, but for now please accept my scenarios lol. It was such a cute request, I couldn’t help getting carried away. Thank you for reading, please look forward for more work!~Amanda
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the one where they met in med school - part five
Jo is going through something and Alex is going to figure out what it is
Check out our Master List for parts 1-4 as well as other jolex fics we've been working on!
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(May 2007)
Seattle Grace is a disaster zone full of lovesick, horny patients and doctors. It’s like Alex cannot turn a corner without finding someone hooking up or getting hit on. At first, he thinks he’s imagining things because there’s no way that Doctor Montgomery is staring at him like he��s a fresh piece of meat and she’s a hungry lion. They see each other almost everyday as he helps Ava recover and everyday the woman stares him down like she wants to jump him.
And that’s another thing, he was pretty sure that Ava is trying to hit on him too. He knew he was good looking and that his rare soft side has been on full display lately, but for fuck’s sake even his patients? Ava was easier to handle than Addison, but both women were giving him a run for his money.
“You know, I think she’s trying to get in your pants,” Ava’s voice startled him as he looked up from her chart, brows furrowing as he looked at her. “Doctor Montgomery. She keeps looking at you with those sex eyes, like if I wasn’t here she’d be all over you.”
Well at least he isn’t crazy… Alex heaved a sigh and closed the chart, meeting Ava’s eyes with a smirk, “She can stare all she wants, I am off the market and not interested in one of my superiors dragging me into a supply closet for a quick hookup.”
He could tell Ava was shocked. Who in this death trap isn’t by the fact that Doctor Evil Spawn is tied down? She paused for a moment before a laugh came out, eyes falling to her hands that lay over her swollen belly, “Figures, I knew you were too handsome to be single. Does she work here too? It seems like everyone in this hospital is screwing.”
“No she’s back in Boston, she’ll be here in a few weeks though,” just saying the words out loud makes Alex’s heart flutter. Both Jo and Lexie had been accepted to the next class of interns at Seattle Grace, meaning that as soon as they walked across the stage in June they’d be flying across the country to Seattle. “It’s been too damn long, we’ve been doing long distance for almost a year now.”
“A year? Do you see her ever? I’m sure you’re super busy here,” Ava seemed genuinely curious about Alex and Jo’s relationship, a refreshing take compared to his friends that only asked if he was getting laid or not.
“Yeah we’ve both been out to see each other a few times. I just went there in March actually. It’s not enough, though. It’s not the same,” his mind now occupied with thoughts of his girlfriend, Alex said goodbye to Ava and left her room. He wasn’t even through the doorway of an on-call room before he dialed Jo’s number and waited for her to answer. “Hey you, how’s your day?”
“Fine.”
The one word answer stopped Alex’s heart. Usually, Jo was more than ready to rant about classes or tell him something exciting that she saw on campus. Instead, her monotone voice and lack of words scared him.
So he did the only thing he could think of and decided to call Lexie. The phone went to voicemail twice before it was answered, “Alex what’s going? I’m at work.”
“What’s wrong princess? Bad day?”
“No it’s just been long,” Jo sighed, her voice seeming even further away. “I have a headache, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry babe, if it makes you feel better, one of my patients thinks that my boss is trying to screw me,” Alex’s voice was light hearted as he tried to cheer Jo up, but her frustrated sigh on the other end of the line told him that she didn’t find the situation amusing. “Look, I’m sorry. I thought it was a funny story but-”
“Hey, Lexie. I’m sorry, but is Jo okay?”
“What?” Lexie scrunched her face. “That’s why you’re calling me? I have to get back to the lab.”
“Don’t hang up! It’s just… I called her a few minutes ago and she was acting weird. She was giving me short answers and then she hung up on me. She sounded stressed and nervous. Not school stressed either. I’m worried,” Alex explained.
“I know you two have been together for years, but it still kind of freaks me out whenever I hear you talk like this… Now that you mention it though, Jo has been acting off. Normally she’s really chatty in the evenings, but lately she’s been distracted.”
"Did something happen?" Alex asked.
"Not that I know of… should I get off work early and go check on her?"
"No, it's fine. I'll take care of it. Thanks Lexie," Alex hung up the phone and decided to look for Bailey.
“I gotta go, I’ll call you later,” the line went dead before Alex could say anything else, leaving him to stare down at the phone in his hands in shock. No matter how angry or upset his girlfriend has been she’d never hung up on him like that, not even during their big blowout fight a few weeks before.
After a few minutes of running around the hospital, he finally found Bailey sitting behind the nursing station giving Izzie some instructions about a patient's post-op care, "Dr. Bailey can I speak with you for a moment?"
"Say what you need to say, Karev. Stevens and I are very busy today. I don't have time to waste," Bailey replied without looking up from her charts.
Alex looked up at Izzie who just shrugged and motioned for him to speak, "I need the rest of the day off, the next few days actually."
Bailey looked up from the chart she was writing in, an unimpressed expression on her face, "Excuse me?"
"I know we're swamped and I'm on Ava's case, but I really just need a couple days. There's been a family emergency and I need to catch the next flight to Boston," Alex looked at Bailey expectantly.
"Is everything okay?" Izzie asked, concerned.
"I don't know. I couldn't really get a lot of information over the phone, but I need to get to Boston as soon as possible. Please," Alex waited for a couple seconds for Dr. Bailey's response.
"You are lucky I like you," Bailey mumbled. "Go Karev, get out of here. You have three days. Call me if it's really bad and you need more."
Alex nodded in thanks and ran to the locker room to collect his things. By the time he arrived at the airport, an hour had passed since he left the hospital. He ran up to the ticket counter and asked for the next flight to Boston. It was pricey, but the plane would leave in an hour, meaning Alex had to be quick if he wanted to make it in time for boarding.
The rest of the time in between him getting to Boston was a blur. When his plane touched down, it was midnight on the east coast. He called a cab and hopped in, giving them Jo’s address. It was 12:37am when he finally arrived. Alex walked up the steps to the apartment and knocked on the door. There was a shuffling on the inside before the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jo’s eyes widened as she opened the door. She looked like shit, her eyes were red and puffy and she was dressed in one of Alex’s dark blue flannels and some pajama shorts.
“I was worried about you, you didn’t sound okay when I called,” Alex watched Jo’s bottom lip tremble as she held back tears, his hands coming up to hold her shoulders as she looked up at her. “Jo, what’s wrong?”
Jo tried to open her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead a sob broke from her throat, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks as Alex pulled her into his embrace. His hands rubbed her back slowly as he attempted to quiet her sobs.
“Jo what’re you- Alex? What the hell,” Alex looked up and met Lexie’s eyes behind Jo, hers softening as she glanced at her friend who was still crying. “She wouldn’t tell me anything, she’s been crying on and off since I got home.”
“Come on babe, let’s get you to bed,” Alex pulled back from Jo just long enough to hook his arms under her legs so he could carry her to her bedroom. She made no protests as she nuzzled further into Alex’s chest, her silence throwing him off as they settled into bed together. “I’ll be here in the morning, you just sleep.”
Jo’s sobs had turned into sniffles as she pressed her face into the crook of Alex’s neck. She was never a big cuddler when they would sleep together, most of the time Alex would be fighting her for room on the mattress as she starfished across it. That’s how Alex could tell something wasn’t right, the way that Jo was curled up into a ball pressed as close to him as possible told him everything he needed to know.
Somewhere around 3am, Alex felt Jo poke him in the side. He opened his eyes and looked at the face of the woman he loved only to find her usual joyful demeanor replaced with one of fear. He watched as Jo took a deep breath, “We need to go to the store.”
“The store? For what? Jo, it’s three in the morning. Is anything even open right now?” Alex furrowed his brow.
“There’s a twenty-four hour CVS a couple blocks away,” Jo lifted her head from its place on Alex’s chest and moved to get out of bed. “I just really need to get something from the store.”
“Jo, the store can wait. We can go in a few hours,” Alex tried reasoning with her.
“It can’t wait!” Jo exclaimed as tears began to trickle down her face again. “It can’t wait Alex. We need to go right now.”
“Okay, we’ll go now. Just calm down for me,” Alex placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m going to get dressed. Give me two minutes.”
By the time they arrived at CVS, it was 3:23am. Alex made a move to exit the car when Jo placed a hand on his arm, “No! Stay here. I’ll go alone.”
“What? No, Jo it’s three in the morning. I’m not letting you go into the store alone,” Alex protested.
“There’s nobody here. I will be fine,” Jo opened the car door. “Besides, I know how to take care of myself. I’ll be back in five minutes.”
Alex was extremely confused. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with his girlfriend, but he knew it wasn’t good. In the years he’d known her, Alex had never seen her like this. He tried racking his brain for any possible thing that could’ve led her to acting like this but he came up blank.
Jo entered the car with a plastic bag in her hands, breaking him from his thoughts. He looked over at her, “You good?”
“Yeah,” Jo’s voice and face despondent. “Just drive the car.”
“Okay…”
As they walked back into her apartment, Alex gave Jo a worried look. She’d been silent the entire car ride and Alex basically had to drag her up the stairs to the apartment. He sighed, “Jo, come on. It’s been hours since I got here and you still haven’t told me anything. I left the hospital early and asked for the next three days off because I know you are not okay. I know something is wrong and I’m worried about you. Please, I love you. I am here. Let me help you.”
Wiping a couple stray tears from her face, Jo pulled Alex into the bathroom and locked the door. She handed him the bag containing what she’d just purchased from CVS.
Alex’s eyes widened as he removed what was inside the bag, “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Jo swallowed nervously. She leaned against the sink and closed her eyes. “Now you know why I’m acting so weird… I’m freaking out here, Alex.”
Alex looked from the unopened pregnancy test box in his hand back to Jo, “It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine Jo. You’re going to take the test and I’m going to be right here the entire time. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what this test says.”
“Can you just… go in the hallway while I pee,” Jo’s voice was quiet and far away as she looked up at Alex. Their eyes met and they both took in the same expression of fear that the other wore.
Alex nodded and left the bathroom, sliding down the wall of the hallway as he waited for what seemed to be forever for Jo to finish. His mind was racing, heart hammering in his chest as he played the last two months over in his head. If Jo was… it had to have happened when he came out in March. They’d been careful, they were always careful, but the trip had been short and sweet and they’d spent most of their time in bed.
“It says wait three minutes,” Alex is startled out of his train of thought by Jo’s voice, her figure now standing in front of him with a solemn expression. She had thrown on one of his Iowa State sweatshirts in her haste to get out the door, the fabric hanging loosely off her body as she sat on the ground and dragged herself into Alex’s waiting arms. “I’m scared, Alex.”
“Hey if it is positive you’re already heading to Seattle in a few weeks anyways. We can work it out,” Alex brushed his fingers through Jo’s hair as he pulled her close, his lips pressing into her forehead. “I love you, no matter what happens I’m always gonna love you.”
Jo nodded her head, but didn’t speak anymore. Alex felt terrible, she’d probably been carrying this around for a few days by herself while he was clueless on the other side of the country. The past year had been hell on earth for him, but he took a little comfort in the fact that in just a few short weeks they’d be waking up next to each other again.
“I’m late, like stupid late, and I haven’t been able to keep food down all week,” Jo’s voice was muffled as she pressed herself further in Alex’s chest, his fingers rubbing against her back in slow circles as her breathing became more erratic. “I’m so freaking stupid, I can’t believe this. I’m so dumb.”
Brows furrowed, Alex looked down at his girlfriend in worry. He’d never seen her this upset about something, leading him to believe that an unexpected pregnancy wasn’t the only thing clouding her mind at the moment, “You’re not stupid, I was there too. If anything I’m the stupid one.”
Jo sniffled, one hand coming up to wipe at her cheeks as she met Alex’s gaze. He’d never seen her so devoid of emotion, her face blank as she blinked up at him, “I’m ruining your life. I should’ve just let you go to Seattle without being tied to me because now you’re gonna be stuck with me and all this shit. You don’t deserve any of this.”
Alex’s face softened, his hands coming up to cradle Jo’s face tenderly. She was sitting here waiting for the results of a pregnancy test and she was worried about him instead of herself.
“Babe, you didn’t ruin anything, you never could. I’m not here because you’re forcing me to, I’m here because I want to be and because I love you,” brushing back her hair, Alex leaned his forehead against Jo’s. “No matter what happens, nothings going to change how I feel about you. Okay?”
“Can… Can you go look? Please.”
Rising from the floor, Alex walked into the bathroom and stared down at the three tests laying across the counter. Hands braced on the countertop, he let out a sigh as he looked back to Jo.
“Negative. All three are negative.”
Jo released the breath she had been holding, “Oh thank God… okay… okay.”
Alex stood silent for a moment and watched as Jo allowed a few tears to slide down her face. He crouched down next to her, one of the tests in his hands, “See. They’re negative. You’re probably just stressed about finals. It’s all good, we’re okay.”
“I’m relieved that it’s negative. I really am. We can’t handle this right now,” Jo spoke after a couple moments of silence. She looked up at Alex, eyes shining with unshed tears. “But… Is it wrong that I’m a little disappointed, though?”
Alex raised his eyebrows in surprise at her words. He and Jo never really talked about kids. It wasn’t something that was on either one of their radars. They were content with just the two of them. Alex had always assumed that he and Jo would be together until one or both of them died from old age. He didn’t need anything other than to have her by his side.
On top of all that, he didn’t think Jo wanted kids. Neither of them had very good upbringings, but Jo definitely had it worse than he did. Even though she’d never verbalized it, he knew she was afraid of being a bad mom to their hypothetical child. He supposed it was similar to the fear he had about being a horrible father, given his own history with crappy dads.
Alex's mouth twitched slightly, "It's not wrong. There's nothing wrong with feeling disappointed."
"I know, but we've never talked about it," Jo shrugged one shoulder. "I didn't even know I wanted it until just now. I've never thought about it. I've always assumed that I'd never find someone who'd want to do that with me."
That's when Alex understood. Even after three years, Jo still expected that one day he'd leave her. She thought that one day, he'd find someone better—as if that person existed—and she'd be alone. Jo didn't understand the concept of forever, she'd never had anyone stick around. It was a bit of a wake up call for him. Alex realized that he'd never been clear with his intentions.
“I guess this is my fault,” Alex rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. “I’ve never said my intentions out loud because I thought they were all so obvious. I didn’t think they needed to be vocalized, but I’m not going anywhere. This ‘someone who would want to do that with you’ you thought you’d never find is me, Jo. I want it all with you. You are my home, and I never wanna go anywhere without you, do you hear me?”
Alex lifted Jo’s chin to make sure she was looking into his eyes. He noticed hers were full of tears and knew it was probably because nobody had ever said that to her before. Pulling her closer, he placed a kiss on her head, “And you don’t need to feel guilty about being disappointed.”
He moved his head so their foreheads touched, “Someday, when the right time comes, we’re gonna have a family to call our own. Until then, it’ll be just us, but we won’t need anybody else. We’re the only family we need, right? You and me,” Alex smiled, earning a smile and a chuckle from her. “We’re gonna have it all, Jo” he said.
“Someday,” Jo looked at him from the corner of her eyes with a shy smile.
Alex pulled her into a meaningful kiss, “Someday.”
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Wounded: a Kylo Ren x OC Part 5
A/N: Hey queens. We're finally picking up some speed with the tension i'm trying to get through these parts quickly so we can get to the juicy stuff, I had imagined Cardo as Roman Reigns and Kuruk as Tom Hardy but you can imagine them however you'd like, would y'all want me to do a description for Venus or just leave her faceless so it can be like a y/n situation... Let me know how you like it <3 Bennie
VENUS
You woke up to X2 beeping softly signaling you smiled at him, this must have been a dream you was in your quarters and need to get ready for another day at the infirmary, and then you remembered everything that happened. You were in the operating room with the Supreme Leader.
You rose from the recliner and let out a soft groan your neck ached and your back was definitely crooked, but at least you got some rest. You took a moment to pop your back and the rest of your aching bones you stretched touching your toes and rolled your neck side to side until the discomfort from the night's sleep wore off. You went to the refresher brushed your teeth and tried to mentally prepare for your day with the Supreme Leader.
How do you wake a Supreme Leader up you thought to herself. If it was any other patient you would do it with a smile and a friendly attitude but considering this wasn't any other patient you decided to tone down the happiness and go for a much quieter approach.
You slowly turned the lights back on to where it was just enough for her to see what you was doing.
"Now X2 he is still a little weary about you so you just need to follow my lead for a bit and he'll warm up to you and let us both work on him."
X2 beeped in confirmation. Now for the hard part.
You stood at the Supreme Leaders' side for a second and then you shook his shoulder he didn't even move. You grabbed him a little harder and shook him again and still nothing.
You looked at X2 "What do I do now?"
He beeped "Try again." You gave him a look.
You took a deep breath grabbed his shoulder and pushed him once hard. His eyes opened wide and he sat up.
"Supreme Leader it's just me I needed to see how your wound was doing." You blurted out quickly.
He ignored her and looked down at his wound. "Is it healed?"
You unwrapped his bandages and where the blaster wound had been was now a significantly smaller wound less irritated. "Worked like a charm." you smiled at him,
He was not amused. You sighed and you felt around the wound "Any discomfort when I press here." You looked up at him, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head no. "Here?" again no. "Here?"
"No, it doesn't hurt anywhere you touch." He yelled at you.
Your eyes grew wide and your heart skipped a beat. "Ok" you muttered softly
You walked to the side with X2 "Scan him and see if the broken ribs were fully mended and also for brain damage. I'm going to change real quick." With one last look at the Supreme Leader you left to the refresher.
You stared into the mirror and tried not to think of anything out of fear that he might hear your thoughts. All you wanted to do was calm down taking deep breaths you changed into your work clothes black sleeveless shirt tucked into black pants and your healer vest over showing all of your credentials. You tied your hair up completely forgetting about the gash there and after checking the scar there you decided that you were well enough to continue working... as if it mattered.
You walked back out to the operating room and X2 rolled over to you.
"Ribs are no longer broken but are still fragile he should be able to go on stage 2 of concussion protocol."
You nodded meaning today he was able to get up and maybe walk around for a bit. You were about to ask how his head felt but you really didn't want to get yelled at again.
So you just grabbed your tablet and started filling out what had happened, his injuries, and how he was healing since you didn't get a chance to do it the day before.
It was just silence between the both of you, if it was anyone else you would have put on some music or chatted with them but he had to make everything difficult. Shit you forgot about the whole mind-reading thing. You tried to look at him through the corner of your eye and saw him staring back at you.
"You can put on your stupid music, I don't care." he said
You shook your head "No actually you can rest I'm all done with you for now. I just needed to see how your body was reacting to the Bacta, you're healing quite nicely I'm more than sure you would be able to leave sooner." with that you turned back to your tablet and started doing some other paperwork you never had a chance to finish.
"You're being dramatic." you didn't respond to that.
"I didn't mean to yell at you, I just didn't sleep well."
"It's okay." you finally said, "I was being genuine about you going back to sleep."
You walked over to the light and dimmed them and sat on the recliner and busied yourself with work and even had a little nap while X2 looked after the Supreme Leader while he was sleeping.
X2 woke you when he heard someone approaching with breakfast. You rose and yelped outside the door were two of the Knights of Ren checking the poor kitchen worker's food.
You went outside and grabbed the food from the staff worker and thanked him hoping the two knights wouldn't bother you too much.
When you brought the tray to the table near the Supreme Leader where we was already awake.
"Good morning Supreme Leader breakfast just got you if you feel like eating."
"What's the time"
You checked your watch "7:38"
"We have our daily briefings at 10"
You weren't sure how to answer that doesn't he call the shots he was going to do whatever he wanted anyway.
Changing the subject "Well for breakfast we have either Oatmeal which I assume is for you or eggs, toast, and bacon which could also be for you if you like." You said as you raised his bed so he was sitting up.
"The coffee however is mine," you said with a smile bring the metal chair near the table across from the Supreme Leader. You sat down pouring the large pot into a mug and you looked up at him as he was still sitting there.
"Oh I'm sorry did you need assistance, I just assumed you were able to eat yourself because you're so much better. Well, I really shouldn't assume things pertaining to your health I'm sorr-"
"Stop apologizing I only meant for you to choose your plate first."
"What?"
"Choose your meal."
"Supreme Leader it's not really about me, if you feel up to eating the oatmeal then eat it but if you can handle something heavier then have the other plate. I don't mind having either."
He stared at her and you drank from your mug to avoid his eye contact.
He muttered something about being difficult and took the bowl of oatmeal using the variety of condiments the kitchen provided to make it to his liking. You grinned and took the plate of eggs you hate to admit it but your stomach was definitely empty from the night before. You both ate in silence it was comfortable maybe you could finish up with the Supreme Leader in about three or four days and then things can go to normal.
"Go ask Cardo to bring me new robes."
And then you weren't hungry anymore you swallowed hard, "Who?"
"Cardo outside the door with Kuruk."
"You want me to ask for robes...one of the Knights... of Ren"
"Yes"
"Oh sure." you got up and walked towards the door. With a deep breath you opened it softly.
"Excuse me, ummm Cardo." the knight on the left turned his head toward you.
"The Supreme Leader asked if you can get him new robes."
Cardo turned fully toward he towered you and his blaster catching your eye. He seemed to look beyond you toward the Supreme Leader.
After a second he straightened and turned and walked out the infirmary. Kuruk the other knight closed the door making you go back inside the operating room.
"I guess he is going to get them."
"He is."
"Oh."
You started cleaning all the breakfast dishes but kept the pot of coffee knowing you would need it later. By the time you finished you heard the door open.
"Girl" Cardo said harshly
"Venus is okay too," you said under your breath and took the black robes in his hands.
You brought them to the Supreme Leader "Your robes sir, I would be careful with your right side don't pick up your arms too fast, and don't pick them up too high."
"Were you not going to assist me?" he said
You shouldn't have a problem you've seen a lot worse and you have definitely changed someone naked both male and female, but he was the Supreme Leader. Him without his mask a semi-shirtless was enough for you to turn red.
"If you would allow me to then yes." Why did I say that?
The Supreme Leader undid the button of hid pants and you slowly dragged them down his legs, due to the hectic day yesterday you didn't even get a chance to assess the lower part of him. There was dirt and dried blood from minor scrapes you looked up at him "Can you raise your hands as far as they can go?"
He tried and they didn't even go past his shoulders.
"I'm guessing a shower would be out of the question then."
No answer.
You went towards the cabinets and grabbed a sponge, a towel, some soap, and a bowl full of warm water and brought it back to the Supreme Leader.
You took the sponge and put it in the bowl and gently started washing his legs trying to imagine that he was just another patient. Once dry you debated on asking him about his... other part. He must've sensed your uncomfortableness and said he can do it on his own with a relieved sigh you gave him the sponge.
"I'm going to be in the refresher ummm just shout if you need me or when you're done... actually X2 can stay just in case you hurt yourse-"
"No."
"Or not that's fine. Come on X2." and you shut the door to the refresher.
What the fuck?
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A Home For Two (Michael Myers x Reader) Chapter 2
From that day forth Michael stayed exclusively in his bedroom. He ventured out once or twice during the day, but it was rare and usually only for the fruit bowls you occasionally left out for him. Not only that but it was winter now. And as strong as he was, Michael had been raised in an asylum. Too long in the cold would have him coughing up his lungs, sicker than hell, he was sure. But you kept the house warm for the most part. The occasional draft seeped into his bones, but it wasn't like you could do much.
You'd gotten the notepad too. It was just a regular lined notepad but it worked fine. As Michael pulled himself out of his bed with blankets wrapped around him the notepad slid under the door,
"Morning sleepyhead." Michael smiled absently. You treated him like he was a roommate. Everyday he grew eager to converse with you like this. Just talking to someone else who wasn't a nurse, doctor, or patient who was objectively crazier than him, was refreshing. The talks in themselves entertained Michael too. Quietly he wrote on the paper before sliding it back. You giggled,
"Hey, so I was wondering if I built a snowman today would you like it in view of your window?" The pad slipped back,
Why would I want that? He wrote.
"I mean it's something better than the shed and snow. Something fun to look at."
I'll be fine.
And conversation continued. Michael yearned to see your face again. His only reference was that one sunny day. When you had brought the blankets to his room. He couldn't bring himself to sneak into your room though he knew he could. He scribbled a note on the pad,
What do you look like? It wasn't the weirdest thing he'd asked. He already knew your favourite colour, favourite movie, snack food, and how half of the people you worked with were absolutely stupid; along with your age which was surprisingly close to his. You were silent as you read the note. Michael worried he'd crossed a line. The door creaked against a weight on the other side,
"Are you blind?" Michael hastily wrote, No. On the sheet. You were silent. Michael sighed leaning against the door too. He couldn't understand why this relationship made him so happy. But that didn't mean he wanted to lose the sudden closeness he'd been granted,
"So you've never snuck into my room to look at me? Seen me from afar?" Michael shrugged as if you were watching.
I saw you once, outside, but nothing to give me a good reference. I barely remember what you looked like then.
Why would I go into your room??
Michael knew why. You made a sound of pause before running away from the door. He sank into his shoulders. Oh, now he'd done it. You were calling the police, well it was nice to feel normal for at least a few months. But when your feet came running back another paper was harshly slid under the door. Michael slowly picked it up. And it clicked, it was a picture. A picture of you. He smiled to himself as his hand traced the curve of your face. As small as he could he wrote on the notepad,
Thank you.
He almost wrote something else but stopped. You giggled,
"Not a problem… uh get can I at least have a name for you?" Michael gave an amused huff. Well played. He thought before giving out something close to his name,
M. That's good enough right?
He could practically hear you smile,
"Yes! Nice to meet you M." He shook his head smile never fading as you told him your name in return.
I'm going to take a nap.
You laughed sliding the pad back and gently knocking,
"That's all you ever do. What, are you hibernating? Have a good nap M." With that you walked away. Michael trudged back to bed. Curled in the blankets and new pillows, he fell asleep. His head devoid of the usual nightmares and screaming. Instead with your picture gently held to his chest, he dreamed of you.
Life carried on and Michael was content. Winter finally came and Michael was stuck inside. When you would be away he would take a shower, maybe clean his coveralls. Live as though he weren't hearing voices. Without the threat of being discovered, he would feel ordinary.
Sometimes you would bring home gifts. Most recently? You’d gotten him a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Somehow using just the measurements of his waist and legs, you’d found pants that fit him, rather comfortably. The hoodie too, in a plain back, fit him loosely. It was a nice change from the usual coverall sleeves tied around his waist as pants. Yet he couldn’t ignore the nagging thought of meeting you face to face. It was a small thought. But sometimes it would keep him glued to the floor of his room listening to the creaking of the house.
He couldn’t tell what time it was when he woke once more. But he knew something wasn’t right. He could hear whimpering, your whimpering. Upright in seconds, he was zipping up his coveralls and silently putting his boots on. When he heard a thump, followed by coughing and harsh laughter, he opened the door.
Michael Myers knew every creaking floorboard in this house. And he was going to use them. The door when opened quickly, would whine. So Michael threw it open. Letting it slam against the wall. Voices gasped from downstairs. He didn't care what they were tittering about. Slipping into your room Michael hid behind the door. A single set of feet stomped up the stairs. Michael watched from a crack, as a stranger peeked into his room. Slowly the stranger slipped in. Once they had fully entered Michael shoved them into his room and locked the door.
Immediately Michael crept down the stairs and into a closet. Two more people passed Michael by as their friend began to yell. When they were out of sight Michael slid into the kitchen. He eyed the knife set. But grabbed a phone instead.
In the living room he finally found you. Bruised and beaten. The last stranger with his back turned. They'd put a blindfold on you. Something Michael was thankful for. Taking the bat that you'd left by the backdoor he swung it at the last stranger. There was no sickening crack. Hell, Michael hadn't even put any strength into the hit. But the man went down all the same. Michael covered your mouth and dragged you into the coat closet. You struggled against him, afraid. He didn't blame you.
He held you gently petting your head. Slowly you stopped struggling. He removed his hand,
"M?" You whispered he placed his head on your back and nodded. Gently he put phone in your hand and dialed the police. He could see you break down as the operator spoke. Satisfied you would be alright he sat back and waited. When you hung up the phone Michael glanced down at you. You fidgeted as the struggling continued upstairs,
“Did they see you?” Michael shifted. You sighed,
“Sorry… Um… tap my shoulder once for yes two for no.” Michael tapped your shoulder twice. You nodded breathing silently and deeply,
“Okay… Okay…” You shuddered. Before clinging onto Michael suddenly. He could hear you holding back sobs,
“Thank you…” Michael was stiff as he pat your back. He could feel how scared you were, and yet, it seemed it was him who was calming you down. He would have laughed at the irony under better circumstances.
It was then, Michael realized you were choosing to keep the blindfold on. Your arms were free. Always had been. As you pulled away, sitting on the other side of the closet, Michael hooked a finger onto the blindfold. You gasped,
“You- I’d see you… Are you really comfortable with that?” Michael paused. Was he? Would you be scared of him? The door upstairs finally clicked open. And the trio began to speak to one another. The sirens were close now. He wouldn’t have much time. It would only be a few more seconds till he either got caught protecting you or had to hide for a long time in a closet. And still, the question of what would you think, ran through is head.
Michael didn’t care. He slipped off the blindfold.
You were different from your picture. Eyes brighter, and seemingly so much more alive. Still the same hair and everything else he’d noticed from studying that small piece of paper. Here, he noted. You were pale, and bruised. With a black eye, and he felt a bump on your head. There was a small cut on your cheek. But he had a feeling, they’d kicked you too, since you were cradling your chest.
He also noticed your reaction to him. A small gasp. Whether it was the suddenness of his actions, or just him; he couldn’t tell. He stared back at you not daring to move. Time and sound stopped for as you stood up and cupped his face. A look of- christ he couldn’t tell. But your smile as you whispered awestruck because of him,
“They’re wrong about you. Michael.”
All at once time began again and the sounds of the strangers upstairs and the screaming sirens assaulted Michael’s ears. You had left the closet. Peeking through the sliding doors he watched as you held the bat ready. And when one of the strangers finally got down to where you were?
“Fuck you.” With a single swing Michael heard something human crack, and saw the door fly open. The sheriff stood gun out. When you turned around, you took in a harsh breath before coughing up what Michael knew was blood. He fought back every urge he had to move. Helplessly watching you stumble towards the sheriff,
“F-four, just four.” Paramedics rushed over to you and sat you down on the couch. The sheriff and a few other officers quickly took the four intruders away. Weakly questions were answered,
“What did they do to you? What happened?”
“They pulled me out of bed, tripped me as I went downstairs and then they punched me, kicked me. I think they brought a knife out. I- I don’t remember much.” Michael felt his hands shake as he stayed motionless in the closet. He kept his breathing silent though. He couldn’t afford to be found.
The paramedics looked you over. They touched your ribs making you wince. Tittering amongst themselves. Michael glared at them. He hated doctors.
The sheriff came over and sat with you. He spoke about a timeline, and a few other things. Michael didn’t care to listen. His eyes stayed glued to you. Finally the paramedics came back,
“There’s been no punctures, it’s just blood from the nose. We should still bring them in.” The sheriff nodded helping you up. The paramedics left first. You looked back, to the closet specifically. The sheriff didn’t seem to notice,
“Hey, you’ll be back in no time. Do you need something?” You tore your eyes away from Michael,
“My keys. I think I left them on the counter.” The sheriff quickly passed by. And faster than Michael liked, you were gone. Police came and went looking through the living room. Mostly at the broken window and the upstairs. Even when the sun slowly began to rise, and all the police had left, Michael didn’t dare move.
At some point he’d fallen asleep. When he woke, birds were tweeting and the usual noise of the neighbourhood greeted Michael. But the house felt empty without you in it. Michael curled up into a ball. When had he become so attached? Why did he miss you?
Because you made him feel wanted. Like he was more than what everyone had made him. He couldn’t deny that your words still echoed in his head. And your face. You. He could still feel the phantom warmth of your arms around him. He could get addicted to the attention you showered him in,
“They’re wrong about you. Michael.”
You knew who he was. That he wasn’t surprised about. But the sincerity of your voice. The way you were so gentle with him. How you didn’t shy away from his hulking form. How even after you knew who he was, you still dared to touch him. To smile at him.
“They’re wrong about you. Michael.”
You had said his name. Without any fear. No hesitation. No one said his name like that. He could always hear hatred. Something dark and different behind his name. But you had said it with such wonder…
He pulled out your picture from its place in his pocket. Slowly he opened the closet door, The house was empty. Some people tittered from outside but they moved on fast enough. Michael took his chance and slipped back to his room. Curled around the picture Michael sat motionless. Cold sun kept his room bright. He kept his mask off finding it hard to breathe with both the blanket and mask over his head. And he sat like that. Barely moving.
After four days Michael was almost sure you wouldn’t come back. The house would go back to the black and grey husk it had been before. The paint would peel and the cold would bite through old dirty blankets-
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Lost Feather - 05
EXO Chanyeol x Y/N
Summary: Y/N was a guardian angel for a long time. She is secretly in love with another guardian angel whose name is Park Chanyeol. When Chanyeol was not paying attention to the woman he was supposed to take care of, everything went badly bad. The one he should have had protected killed Y/N’s one. The judge blamed Y/N for not taking well care of the one she should have had protected. Even though it has been Chanyeol’s fault. He was the one who never went to his boss to tell him that she should not be protected by anybody as she seems to be a very evil person. Y/N on the other hand took the blame and with that she lost all her power. The most painful was the removal of her wings. Now, that she lives a normal life as a punishment, she tries her best to handle everything as well as she can but the unexpected always happens when you least expect it. As she expects her new assistant, she finds Chanyeol in her office instead. Will she be able to forget to forget him or is she ready to move on?
CHAPTER 05
Junmyeon could not be any gladder as his shift is finally coming to an end. Working as a vet is stressful enough most of the time, even without having Chanyeol around. It was even harder for him as he had to remind himself that he is the only one who can see Chanyeol. Even when Chanyeol behaves mischievous every single time. Taking care of the animals whilst listening to their owners and having to make sure that Chanyeol is not doing anything to provoke the animals, has turned out to be even harder than he had imagined it to be. Only a wave with his arm in exhaustion is possible for Junmyeon, as he sees his receptionist coming into the exam room. Her jacket and her purse are in one hand as she waves back with the free hand of hers. Her face shows compassion as she takes a second to look at him before she starts to speak.
“Mister Kim? Are you alright?”, she asks worried.
“Uhm... Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”, he answers as he slides down on his chair a little more. “It has been a very busy day.” She nods at his words but his words are not really giving her the feeling of it being the truth.
“Mister Kim, may I can ask you something?”, she wonders. Normally, she would keep her questions strictly business, but she could not help but wonder, if her boss is truly doing okay. Especially, as some people talked with her about his weird behavior today. They mentioned that he looked at a wall or a chair with a facial expression that parents would give their kids if they are not able to scold them loudly in that moment. The weird behavior before their shift started, also stayed on her mind as she noticed that there was no phone near Junmyeon when he meant he was talking to someone on the phone.
“Of course. Is something wrong?” She licks her lips nervously as she wonders if it would be okay for her to ask him what she is about to ask. For a moment, she says nothing as she takes a deep breath. Her actions are making Junmyeon nervous even though he is trying to not let it show.
“Not directly. I mean, I know you are a very hard-working young man, but is something currently wrong? I do not mean to step on your feet with asking you this, but I am getting worried about you.”, his receptionist explains.
“Yes!”, Chanyeol cheers as he leans his elbows painfully on Junmyeon shoulders. “She thinks you have gone insane. Tsk, you only have one employee and she thinks you are crazy. No wonder by your pale skin.” It takes a lot of willpower for him to not jump up just to throw a 'my face says it all'-look at Chanyeol. A deep long breath escapes Junmyeon’s lips as he moves his upper body to feel less pain which is caused from the elbows of Chanyeol.
“Sir, your face... It looks like you are in pain. Are you alright?” Junmyeon nods as he leans forward quickly. As Junmyeon moves his body forward, Chanyeol loses his hold and trips to the side. Even though he tries to grab onto the chair, he misses the arm of the chair as well as Junmyeon’s arm. With the wind that Chanyeol body’s is producing through the small fall, a few sheets on Junmyeon’s table start to move. “Mister Kim, maybe you should walk away from your desk for a moment and just go home to rest.”
“Nothing to worry about.”, Junmyeon says as he looks at Chanyeol who is just getting back on his feet. “It is nice to know that you are worried about me but I can promise you, I am doing just fine. I am just a little sleep deprived.”
“Damn! I hit my head...”, Chanyeol announces loudly as he gets up. “That hurts! How can it hurt so bad? I should be immune to pain...”
“Ugh, a spider!”, Junmyeon states as he steps with full force on Chanyeol toes.
“Argh! Did you lose your mind? Is that some kind of revenge? My head hurts enough on its own, no need to step on my foot! What the hell is wrong with you?”, Chanyeol wonders as he pushes Junmyeon’s foot off of him. “That hurt even more!” A small laughter escapes Junmyeon’s lips as he watches Chanyeol checking on his foot. The worries in his employee’s face started to become more irritated than worried as she watches him laughing whilst his eyes look towards the floor where the spider was meant to be. As Junmyeon notices the changes on her face, he clears his throat and looks at her with a neutral facial expression again.
“Like I said. I am only a little sleep deprived. A few hours of sleep and I will be doing just as good as I usually would.”
“If you say so, Mister Kim. Have a nice evening!”, she tells him slowly with a smile as she leaves his room. Junmyeon hurries to the door to have a better possibility to hear her locking the front door. As he hears her locking the door, he turns back towards his office with a darken face expression.
“What were you thinking?”, Chanyeol scolds as soon as Junmyeon turns around.
“That was quick! Did you not just stand over there?”
“I am in front of you now or am I not? So, how does it matter how fast I got to where?”
“Good point.”, Junmyeon confesses as another sigh leaves his lips. “If you do this to me again, I promise I will flip out on you!”
“What are you talking about? You stepped on my foot, if I am allowed to remind you on that.”
“Every single damn thing that you have done today, Chanyeol! I am talking about every little thing that you have done all day long. Every single annoyance that you see as an alright thing to do, is driving me crazy.”
“Aww, is the vet angry?”, Chanyeol asks teasingly. The longer Chanyeol laughs, the less happy does Junmyeon look like. The narrowed eyebrows and the darken eyes were already strongly visible but now he can even see the wrinkles on Junmyeon’s forehead. The laughter of Chanyeol is starting to disappear as he does not want to anger him a lot more.
“You are really about to make me literally crazy, huh?”
“Come on! It was fun. Two dogs have almost bitten you and the most cats in here wanted to rip off you face. Such a thankful job you’ve got there.”
“Whatever. I do not have the time for a coffee-talk.”, Junmyeon says as he grabs his shirt from his bag.
“Where are you going?”
“To my patient’s home.”
“To a patient? I almost thought you would go on a date...”
“No. I mean yes. Yes, I have to drive to a patient home and not to a date.”, Junmyeon says as he puts on the t-shirt from his bag that he hid beneath his table. “I have to check on an animal and I have talk with its owner about a solution that I have found.”, Junmyeon explains as he packs his previously worn t-shirt into the bag.
“Are you going to Y/N?” A long deep breath leaves Junmyeon’s lips once more as he stops in front of Chanyeol.
“Wherever I go, please for the love of god, do not follow me.” When Junmyeon sees Chanyeol nodding with his hands up, he decides to get to the car before Chanyeol might follow. Chanyeol watches him leave as he looks up to the ceiling.
“You might not want me there, but you can’t stop me from going there.”, he says calmly to himself with a smirk on his face.
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“Yes, I have a solution and I think you will be okay with that.”, Junmyeon explains on his phone as he closes his eyes for a moment to give them some rest. “Y/N, one more thing. Is it okay if I come over to check on the cat? No, you do not have come to the clinic. I am already in my car. Nonsense, that is a part of my job. Okay, I see you then.” As the phone call ends, he moves his arm to the passenger seat to drop his phone without looking to the passenger seat but before he can drop his phone, somebody grabs his wrist. “Argh!”, Junmyeon screams in fear. It took him a few seconds to notice that the hand on his wrist belongs to Chanyeol.
“What are you screaming for?”, Chanyeol wonders amused. “Look at that woman. What must she have been thinking when she sees you screaming in the car at nothing?” Carefully, Junmyeon looks around to see how many people might have witnessed the situation. “Embarrassing... Isn’t it? Huh, even her baby is looking in your direction.” Embarrassed, Junmyeon lowers his head. As the urge to get away from the parking lot grows within him, he turns the key to start the motor. As he drives off, he looks repeatedly at Chanyeol who is starring out of the window.
“What are you smiling for?”
“I just think it is funny.”
“Everything is a joke to you... Typical you.”
“Hey, not my fault if you do not even lock a car.”
“You teleported yourself into my car! If I had locked it, it would have not helped much.”
“I have not seeing you so angry since... Oh wow, that is long ago.”, Chanyeol comments as he realizes that he cannot even remember a situation in which Junmyeon had been angry at anything.
“Have you not seen my facial expression all day?”, Junmyeon asks as he points at his own face. “What the hell do you want from me?”
“I already told you. Be the messenger between me and Y/N.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No. I can’t help you.”, he repeats slowly.
“Yes, you can and you will.” Carefully, Junmyeon stops the car at the line in front of the red traffic light.
“For the last time, no! Stop annoying the hell out of me. Just stop asking me to help you! Sorry, but if you need help, find someone who could help you.”
“Who? There is only you.” “Just shut up!”
“Make me then.”
“Chanyeol!”
“Oh, oh. That driver looks madly at you.” Chanyeol says as he points at the car behind him. “You should have not screamed at him...” As Junmyeon looks out the window to see what Chanyeol is talking about, he can see a big guy getting out of his car. This guy would definitely fit the type of drivers you do not want to mess with. “Oh, he is getting out of the car now. Junmyeon, I hope you got some ice at home. You will need it when he is done with you.”
“I only screamed at you!”, Junmyeon explains as he sees the man walking to the back of Junmyeon’s car. “Make sure, you are protecting me for whatever will come next!”
“What do you-” Chanyeol stops to speak in the middle of his question immediately as he realizes that Junmyeon is starting to drive over the cross road by red light. “Junmyeon! Dude! You are about to kill yourself!”, Chanyeol screams as he tries to grab onto whatever he could grab.
“I said protect me, not scream at me! What are you holding on for?”
“Stop yelling at me too! Do you want to die? Do you have a death wish?” Junmyeon starts to laugh as he made it safely over the cross road. “What is so damn funny?”
“Am I not allowed to laugh?”
“You are more human than angel. Shouldn’t you be at least more careful?”
“You have no clue what I am, do you?”
“I asked you, but you did not answer me...”
“You still remember the nine orders of angels?”
“I know my spot on it. Why?” Chanyeol eyes widen as he continues to look out the windshield. “Wait a minute.”, Chanyeol says as he looks at the grinning face of Junmyeon. “Did you...? No way!”
“Uhm, yes and hell yeah!”
“When did you become number eight?”
“First of all, not yet. At least not officially, but I am damn close. They already informed me that it might happen soon.” Chanyeol’s eyes narrow as he stares holes into Junmyeon’s head. “Are you speechless or is there another reason that you look at me the way you do?”
“I thought you meant you already are...”
“I am in the testing phase. If I am doing well, I will be on rank eight and you will not destroy my chance, you got me?”
“I already thought they kicked you out as you are working like a human...”
“That is the damn test phase.”
“If that is the test phase, why are you not allowed to use your powers?”
“Chanyeol, that is part of the test! It is to see how long we can last without our powers.”
“But those we know never returned after the testing phase...”
“They had other plans than to come back and be on rank eight probably.”, Junmyeon explains. “But that is not the point. The point is that I could destroy my chances by helping you and your little love spark.”
“Don’t call her that.”, Chanyeol says annoyed. “Y/N has a name.”
“I can’t believe that you two are finally hitting it off. How long did it actually take you? It feels like forever that you said that the two of you will be an official thing one day.”
“I think it took me like twelve years to even speak to her.” Amused, Junmyeon shakes his head to the left and right.
“Since when do you know that you are in love with her?”, Junmyeon wonders as he sees the smile on Chanyeol’s face.
“By all honesty, when she learned how to use her wings. I stalked her a little because I did not want to miss her smile.”, he explains with an even brighter smile on his face. “Everywhere she was, I was hiding behind something just to watch her. I never told her about me watching her secretly though. She will call me crazy if she does.”
“Must be like hell to be apart again, huh?”
“I hate it. I even told her, if I have the chance to go back, I would take it. But I said in the end, I will not take the wings back if she does not either.”
“She was okay with you being a guardian angel again? Seeing it from her point of view I would have thought that she does not want you to be one again...”
“She does not want to go be an angel again nor did she want me to one again...”, Chanyeol sighs as he plays with his fingers. “Our boss did not give me any choice. I want her to happy but I do not know if it would make me happy. She wants a family, Junmyeon. A family with kids. Me as a father... I really want to give her whatever she desires, but that is not me...”
“Oh, wow. I did not know that you already discussed these kinds of things.”
“How could I ever be a dad? I would not be able to be a father... I am not even feeling like an adult who could take care of such a small human...”
“You should have it in you. I mean, the parent skill.”, Junmyeon says as he parks the car near Y/N’s apartment. “Every angel does, even you. I am pretty sure about it.”
“But how do I lose the wings to get back to her? I did not even want those wings back anyway.”
“Up to you. You know the rules.” Chanyeol takes a deep breath as he watches Junmyeon taking off the seatbelt. “But if it is so troublesome to you, I can make my humanity work and you can watch her raising my child instead.”, Junmyeon says mockingly with a wink.
“I dare you to even get close with her!” Junmyeon continues to laugh until he is not able to open the car door. He tries it repeatedly, but every single time it feels like it does not work at all.
“Chanyeol, what are you doing? Unlock the damn door.”
“Who is laughing now?”, Chanyeol comments with a grin on his face.
“That is not funny!” Chanyeol ignores him as he teleports himself outside the car.
“Come on, Junmyeon! Just open the door.”
“I swear I am going to kill you!”, Junmyeon screams as he tries to open the door again. Chanyeol turns his head to the right side as he hears some footsteps. “Open the damn door!”
“Y/N.”, Chanyeol says breathless as a smile forms on his face. He watches how she comes closer to Junmyeon’s car as he would be in trance. “Hey Junmyeon, somebody is coming towards you.” His voice has not been loud enough to beat the loudness of Junmyeon’s voice.
“God damn it!”, he yells. A knock on the passenger window makes him want to take a look why Chanyeol would knock on the window. “What?” As he turns over, he can see Y/N with her finger up as she was just about to knock on his car window again. “Hey Y/N!”
“Are you alright?”, she asks through the closed window.
“Yeah it is just the door is not working...”
“The door does not work?”, she asks as she tries the passenger door. “Uh, that one is still working.”
“At least his smile is gone...”, Junmyeon mumbles as he gets out of the car.
“I am sorry. What did you just say?”
“Me? Nothing. I am just cursing at my car.”, he reassures as he climbs out of his car. “Thanks for opening it for me.”
“Sure thing. The cat is doing better than yesterday, by the way.”
“Glad to hear that.”
“She has a very good appetite and seems to be able to walk and play only on three legs very well.”, she explains as they walk into the building.
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“Tell her I am here!”, Chanyeol repeats again whilst Junmyeon is checking on the cat. “Just say it!” Junmyeon shakes his head to response with a ‘no’ but Chanyeol seems to have none of it. “Please! Her bed smells like my perfume! My perfume is all over her bedroom. She must be missing me badly!”
“Is something wrong?”, Y/N wonders as she watches him shaking his head.
“No, everything seems alright.”
“If your friend is not able to correct it, will she be alright with just three legs?”, Y/N worries as she pets the cat’s head.
“Cats can live very well with just three legs. I see no problem with that but we can at least try to save the leg.”
“Can’t you just use your power, Junmyeon?”, Chanyeol asks as he steps behind Junmyeon. “You must have some kind of power to heal the animals, don’t you?”
“Y/N, I am sorry but I would need to use your bathroom. Is it okay, if...?” Chanyeol narrows his eyebrows at Junmyeon as he turns to her.
“Yes, of course. It is just around the corner. The first door on the left.”
“Thank you.”, Junmyeon says as his eyes land on Chanyeol. He starts to walk towards the bathroom rather quickly when he notices that her attention is back on the cat. As soon as he is inside, he locks the door. “Chanyeol! Get here!”, he commands quietly. “Do not let me wait!” It took just a few seconds until Chanyeol appears in front of him. “What is wrong with you this time?”
“Did you call me just to ask me if I something is wrong with me?”
“No! I wanted to ask you for the last time to let me do my job without annoying the hell out of me!”, Junmyeon yells as quiet as he can. Chanyeol crosses his arms in front of his chest mockingly.
“Are you finally ready to tell her?”, Chanyeol asks as he watches Junmyeon taking a few deep breaths.
“I will not!”, Junmyeon whispers. “Stop getting on my nerves! Do you not have to watch over someone?”
“We both know, that I will not stop and the only thing that could take me go away from here is if my protégé is suddenly waking up from his coma.”
“Here is a deal for you.” Annoyed, Chanyeol leans in to hear Junmyeon better as he starts to speak quieter. “I will tell her another time but therefore, you need to let me do my job.”
“Your job is to tell her.”, he answers coldly. “No disrespect, but I cannot wait any longer.”
“No. Definitely no. Listen, my job is being a vet. Not being your personal messenger!”, Junmyeon hisses in a whispery voice. “Get a bird to bring her the letter or something...”
“You know how long that takes.”
“That is thankfully not my problem.”
“Do I have to remind you that I helped you once? I was the one who dragged your ass into a safe spot just so that our boss would not see your drunk ass. I still do not understand how the alcohol was able to influence you...”
“That was one time! How many times did I help you?” “Well, many times...”, Chanyeol confesses. Junmyeon moves his hand upward to warn him that he is about to slap him. “Okay, I see what you try to do. What if she hears the slap?”
“Who said that I will hit you only once?”
“But how do you explain it to her? How do you want to explain the sound?”
“There is always another time, remember that, Chanyeol.”
“Hey, if I did not save your ass back then, you would be in Y/N’s shoes.”
“I do not care! Leave me alone!”, Junmyeon yells. As Junmyeon grabs the door, he notices that Chanyeol looked the door.
“She might think that you should never use your bathroom again if you are not able to open it...”
“Stop this nonsense!”, Junmyeon screams uncontrollably loud. “Shit!”, he says as he leans his head against the door.
“She is coming. Y/N is coming. Good luck!”, Chanyeol comments as he hears her coming.
“I swear, if this door does not open soon!” As Junmyeon turns over, he sees that Chanyeol disappeared.
“Are you alright?”, Y/N questions from behind the door.
“Yes, uhm... It is just that...” Nervously, he looks around to find anything, just anything to have an excuse for being in the bathroom that long. Thankfully, he finds an excuse easily as he sees the hand cream on her washing machine. Quickly, he puts the lotion on his hand. The amount he uses is way too much to sink into his skin on time. “I usually put a hand crème on my hands when I washed my hands. I hope you do not mind.”
“No, it’s fine. Can I come in?”
“Yes, you can.” Just as Junmyeon thought, Chanyeol unlocks the door for her.
“Oh, thank god.”, she says as she breathes out. With an irritated look on Junmyeon’s face, he turns to her. “I did not mean to say it like this... I thought that you might have dropped the hand creme.”
“Oh, that no. I just took a bit too much from it.”
“Happened to me before too.”, Y/N laughs. “I should change the handle... I think the knob is not a good idea after using some crème.” Junmyeon laughs along as he walks behind her as she walks back to the living room.
“Just tell her! Junmyeon, just say that I am right here!”, Chanyeol screams as he jumps onto the couch next to the cat. At first, Chanyeol did not know why the cat started to growl at him until he notices that he sits on its tail. “Sorry, kitty. I did not see your tail. Please, calm down!”
“Why are you growling?”, Y/N wonders as she steps closer to the cat. “There is nothing there...”
“You know, some cats can feel souls or ghosts and those kind of stuff we humans can’t see.”, Junmyeon explains. Carefully, Y/N walks up to the cat to calm her down with some slow touches.
“You mean lying angels like you!”, Chanyeol adds.
“What I tried to say is,”, Junmyeon continues with a sigh leaving his lips as he speaks. “maybe something is freaking her out.”
“I wonder what it could be... Maybe the flowers over there?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s a shame... My colleague gave it to me as an apology...” Chanyeol’s eyes become big as he starts to think about Jongin. Junmyeon looks away as he sees Chanyeol walking up to him.
“You must figure out if they are from Jongin.”, Chanyeol begs. “Please! I will break his arm if it is him...” Junmyeon’s face starts to show the worry about Chanyeol’s plans.
“Did he send you a card as well?”, Junmyeon stutters.
“Yes, he did.”, Y/N answers as she starts to wonder how he knows that it would be a male who send her the flowers into her office. “How did you know that the flowers are from a male colleague?”
“Huh? I just saw the card and I wondered who the lucky guy is.”
“Lucky guy? You can call him whatever but only lucky that no woman has killed him until today.”
“He is a player, worst kind...”, Chanyeol comments.
“Well, funny that you say that... I read that by some names, you could tell if a man is a trouble maker. The names mentioned in the article were Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Jongin...”
“Are you trying to tell me that your name Is written on the good guy-list?”
“Do not flirt back, Junmyeon!” Junmyeon starts to smile as he steps closer to her.
“If you like, I can take you out for a dinner. Maybe we can watch a movie in the cinema if you like.” Nervously, she takes the hair strand from her face and places it behind her ear.
“Sounds like fun.”
“Do you want to go right now?”
“You want to go right now? I mean, you just came straight from work...”
“If you want to go to an expensive restaurant, we might not get a table but if you like simple food, I know a spot to where I can take you out to.”
“I still have to do my makeup and my hair...”
“No, you do not.”, Junmyeon says as he puts his fingers threw her hair. “You will make turn heads anyway with your natural beauty.” The blush on Y/N’s face is instantly visible as she smiles to herself.
“Alright. I will get my bag. I will be right back.”
“Junmyeon!”, Chanyeol screams as loud as he could. As Y/N is out of their sight, Junmyeon turns to him obviously satisfied with what he had just done.
“That was a little cheesy but it worked.”, Junmyeon confesses as he smiled mischievously.
“What on earth are you trying to do here?”
“I have my own techniques to annoy someone like you.”
“Cancel it! Say that, that there is an emergency in the clinic.”
“No, I will not cancel. I have not gone out in a while. It must be refreshing to do that.”
“Okay, I got my bag.”, Y/N says loudly as she walks into the room. “I am ready to go.”
“Perfect.”, Junmyeon says as he walks towards the door. Chanyeol watches how both of them are leaving the apartment.
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This is psycho!erik, not the softboi or #goals erik we typically love. Be warned. I'll tag when I wake up.
2. Let's Begin
"Annd gotdamn she's awake.. Up and atom, Ms. Stevens."
Ivy felt groggy and mentally off. She was unsettled and her limbs felt heavy and impossible to lift. Where was she?
"Time to wake that ass up, Ms. Stevens..," a voice sung in a hard whisper.
"My bad, I ain't know I was that tired..," she yawned unable to raise her arm to cover it. Her eyes watered. "Shit... My arms feel dead as fuck. Were you able to work with me knocked out or.."
Her eyelids fluttered open unwillingly. They still felt heavy but she could fight it. Her sight focused on the straight white teeth of Dr. Stevens who was close again, sitting on his stool to her right. At least he wasn't pissy about her falling asleep mid-process, she'd maybe chosen the right dentist afterall.
"What's so funny," she smirked watching his wide shoulders shake with silent laughter. He was goofy as hell. She hadn't expected him to be this damn goofy. His entire upper body was engaged, but he wouldn't laugh outright. He was still trying to hold it in.
"Damn, did I embarrass myself while I was out," she asked softly seeing the clear humor in his expression. "I do talk in my sleep sometimes.. What I say while I was out?"
The dentist continued his fit of silent laughter to the point that Ivy was starting to get irritated. She was feeling too out of it to deal with his silliness. He was pissing her off.
"What? What is so damn funny?"
She was too tired to move. Never had she been in the position where she was so tired that it paralyzed her, until now. Suddenly, she was concerned.
His arms wrapped around his body as he rocked back and forth, grinning with his mouth wide enough to show the pointed silver caps on his canines. They hadn't been there before. His head rolled back as his chest and shoulders bounced and now he looked fuckin crazy.
"I'm finna.. yeah." Ivy tried using her weight to lean so left that she could force her body to move, roll, and stand, but she couldn't even lean and that was when she realized she was tied to the chair. Her legs were bound at the knees and ankles to the flat part of the seat by a bright red rope and still stretched forward as they'd been when she fell asleep.
"Oh shit, I think she got it," Erik whispered, voice full of slick humor.
Her shoulders were bound. Her arms were bound at the elbows. Doubled up red rope wrapped around her body trapping her to the seat.
"I see you're experiencing some mild confusion and disorientation... Side effect of the anesthesia," he pouted.
"Most times, the anaesthetic I use won't put a patient to sleep. Typically I'd use a local anaesthetic. Lidocaine."
She watched his eyes unsure of how to respond. The man was clearly on one. What was that supposed to mean for the situation and how did it explain all the rope? She didn't feel her phone in her hand and that made her heart skip a beat. Her eyes darted to her lap. It was gone along with her keys.
"What you lookin at?" His tone was rough as if she'd somehow offended him.
"You looking for your phone? Pft. You won't be needing that, it would only be a distraction."
He gripped her chin as if she weren't already looking at him at that point.
"Nigga, get your strong ass hands off me!"
Was she supposed to stare at him harder or something? He didn't need to grab her face like that. She tried unsuccessfully to snatch away.
"Listen to what the fuck I'm telling you. I won't repeat myself," he bit, lip spread over his teeth, his angry grip vibrating her jaw. He was raising a hail of the reddest flags, as red as the rope Ivy was bound in and at her first opportunity, she was getting the hell outta dodge. She didn't care about how gotdamn fine he was or his job title or his paycheck, he was crazy as a damn cockroach. Now she really couldn't look away. She was scared.
"I assume you don't know much about practicing medical care with anesthesia. You might wanna pay attention."
"First of all," the bass in her voice jumped out. "You not about to talk to me like I'm your child or your assistant. I want my phone back and I'm a get the hell up outta here.. I'm awake now so you can get this shit up off me."
He blinked, his lids fluttering before letting go of her chin and taking a silent deep breath, rubbing the dark beard on his jaw. As if he hadn't just kirked out, his flawless smile returned along with the friendly light in his eyes.
"As I was explaining, typically with a cavity I'd use a local anaesthetic. However, it's not often that a get a patient through here that's single.. alone.. no kids.. no husband.. and she crackin, I mean, body like damn."
Ivy's lip twitched in distaste as she watched his hooded eyes change yet again. The friendly and professional mask began to crack as his irises darkened and she could see a visible shift in his countenance, his eyes narrowing and full lips forming a slight pout. The wheels in his mind seemed to be turning. She could see the muscle in his temple tense with his jaw.
Ivy wondered if she should call out as loudly as she could muster for help, but determined that the two twins would have intervened by now if they were there and planned to do anything. No, they were likely his accomplices. Twin bitches.
There was no one else she knew of who would hear her and answer in time or maybe even at all. Dr. Stevens looked the type to fuck her up real quick as soon as she opened her mouth too wide.
"On you, I used a drug called etorphine. Well, it's actually more of a tranquilizer. I figured if it works on elephants..."
"Elephants? Nigga what? I'm 4'11 do I look like I need something that was intended for elephants?"
He looked amused and that only served to frustrate her further. Ivy couldn't hold her tongue. She was angry and when she got angry she tended to say exactly what was on her mind.
"You got a fuckin screw loose giving me a damn elephant tranquilizer. Are you stupid? This is malpractice. How you still got a license?"
"Shhhhh," his finger went to his lips and his eyes said that this was funny to him. They twinkled and she wanted to slap him but her arms were pinned to her sides.
"I still got my license because I'm smart about what I do. Don't get it twisted. I operate my business just like any other orthodontist... I just like to have a little fun here and there, is that so wrong?"
"I'm tied to the fuckin chair. Yeah. You wrong."
He chuckled and all Ivy could think of was how much she did not like him.
"I take it you're not used to being tied up."
"I take it you're not used to minding ya damn business. What I do has nothing to do with you. You don't know me."
His amused expression cracked into a lopsided smirk as if there was something he knew and was dying to share.
"I know more about you than you think. Privacy ain't shit these days and neither is an internet service provider. Lot of things you can find out about a person. Shit they hide from the average person. Shit they hide from their friends and families. You have a lotta secrets, Ivy." His smirk expanded into a smug grin that sent a shiver down her spine. What did he have on her? She didn't think it could possibly be anything too bad. Either way, she needed to find a way out. Something told her that this man had no intention of releasing her without a struggle and aside from him, she'd probably have to barrel through Thing 1 and Thing 2.
"You're a sociopath," Ivy muttered watching the glee crinkle his eyes. He was sick.
"And you're a filthy little smut ass whore."
"Excuse you," she blinked.
"Don't like that much, do you? It's all labels. Labels don't necessarily define us, Ivy. We're free to define ourselves and I choose to define myself as an artist. Pretty girls like yourself just so happen to be my preferred medium."
"Uh huh... you know you could've just asked for my number like a normal person?"
He looked taken aback, blinking with a blank expression.
"See there you go getting it twisted again. I don't wanna date you, Ivy.. I wanna transform you. Like I said, I'm an artist. In my profession, it's rare that I get the chance to be creative."
She couldn't stop her mouth.
"Well then paint a sunset, sculpt a vase, chip ice! Don't tie women up in your chair."
He chuckled softly, but again she was serious, annoyed, and also scared.
"As much as I'm enjoying our little conversation.. I'm ready to get into the opening act. There's a lot that I have planned for you today. Hopefully you'll be able to appreciate it... Either way," he shrugged, eyes wide, "I'm finna enjoy myself. It's been too long since I've been able to cut loose... I deserve this," he smirked, his nose wrinkling with wicked intention. It was in the air. She could feel the chill.
"Stay put," he whispered sending another chill through Ivy's body. She had no clue what to expect.
Once Erik disappeared behind her she began to struggle within the ropes to see if she could loosen them. They wereway too tight to slip down or give out. She couldn't escape. All she could do was wait for the dentist to return.
After a minute, Ivy could feel his presence approaching. He was directly behind her and she could feel something about to happen. He was about to do something, she just didn't know what it was. He leaned forward and his lips almost touched her left ear. She shivered feeling the vibration in her side.
"Let's begin," he whispered.
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Lost Souls and Reveries (Part 14)
22 part AU written for @cssns. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12. Story available on AO3 Here and FF Here. Banner created by the amazingly talented @shipsxahoy!!
Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to a future he is destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers, but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set them free, or will past demons win out in the end? (Answer: love always wins – I am writing this so despite some tiny pockets of angst it’s basically a fluff-filled insta-love fest). Rated M.
A/N: Hey everyone! Oh my God it has literally felt like forever since I posted, and I took such a long break away from the story that I kind of forget where the heck we were. If you’re like me, read the last few chapters and you’ll remember in no time. If, however, you’re like some of my other readers who have been rereading because you are desperate for an update, well honey, we finally have one! In this chapter we are coming to the promised dinner from last chapter. I have been waiting a long time to include more tangible Snowing and CS scenes, because I love a story where Emma has her parents and then her parents get to meet and mess with Killian. Throw in the fact that we have Elsa and Anna, as well as Ruby and Granny and it’s truly a grand old time, at least in my book. This chapter is packing a lot of fluff, because I think we all need it quite honestly, but there’s a bit of a twist coming again. I know, I know this story is getting to be so twisty, but I think you guys will like where things are going and I can’t wait to see your responses! Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Fear was a funny thing.
For Emma there were a number of things in her life right now that justifiably sparked fear in her heart. The first and most obvious was the physical threat on the horizon. Killian’s brother was en route to Storybrooke and they didn’t know what he wanted. It was hard to imagine Liam was coming with good intentions, and as such, they all had the space to be afraid. Then there were other more mundane things that could cause her all kinds of anxiety, since Emma was, in fact, a worrier. These included things like whether Anna and Elsa would be okay with everything they’d learned today, or whether she and Killian would find their way to a more ‘normal’ life. She wanted that, but it just didn’t seem like that calm and serenity was coming any time soon and that was taxing to say the least. But somehow tonight Emma didn’t have the capacity to fixate on Liam’s potential wrath, or the future that fate was bringing her way. Instead, all she could focus on was the immediately impending chaos that would descend when her parents, her best friends, Killian, and his family were all under one roof.
“Maybe we should come up with a panic phrase,” Emma declared suddenly as they were on their way to the Nolan residence for dinner with Elsa, Anna, and Ruby in tow. “You know, in case we have to get out quick.”
“I’m sorry love, I’m unfamiliar with that term,” Killian responded, a touch of humor lacing his voice.
“You know, a panic phrase,” Emma said, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders as she explained herself. “It’s like the stranger danger term your parents give you as a kid so you know if you can trust a random adult or not. Ours was ‘operation mongoose’ but don’t ask me why because I have no idea where it came from.”
Looking at Killian, Emma could tell she wasn’t making sense. Her anxiety about this evening was causing her to blabber on about things with less coherency than she would like, but Killian remained patient and did his best to piece together her thoughts. “Uh, well in that case no, can’t say I’ve ever had one of these panic phrases before.”
“Well it’s simple really. It’s basically a safe word, so in this case if my parents get too crazy and we need to leave we have something to say as a signal that we got to get going.”
“Emma, I realize this is a big step, and I know your parents are… involved so to speak,” Killian said, totally underselling her parents’ investment in her life and her business. “But I assure you there won’t be any cause to leave. I might not know your parents well, but I do know they mean no harm.”
“Mean no harm and do no harm are different things,” Emma muttered, and she could hear her resigned tone of defeat as she said the words aloud. Without even looking at Killian she knew he was on the verge of laughter, but instead of her mate’s sound of amusement filling the air, it was Anna who broke into giggles.
“Oh come on, Emma! It’s going to be fine. You two are already mated right? So what’s the worst that happens? Your Mom pulls out those terrible photos of us from middle school and your Dad threatens that he’ll kill Killian if he ever hurts you.”
“Do either of those possibilities sound fun to you?” Emma asked and Anna immediately grinned so Emma amended her statement. “If you were me, would you enjoy a night like that?”
“Probably not,” Anna agreed, “And my Mom definitely didn’t have the balls your Mom does or the blunt way of asking things, but come on, Emma. We all know Killian’s never going to hurt you so it’s a non-issue. Besides Ruby and Granny have the dirt on Killian so it’ll all be even in the end.”
“What have you told them, Red?” Killian asked his cousin and Ruby smiled like the cat that caught the canary. This made Emma lighten somewhat, because whatever Ruby had it had to be good.
“Oh nothing much,” Ruby claimed coyly. “I’m still saving the best stories. Don’t want to run out of those too early.”
Killian groaned at his cousin’s words and because it was such a relatable outburst, Emma immediately took delight in it. She found herself laughing in spite of herself. Thank God she wasn’t in this alone. Knowing Killian had family who gave him grief too (even if it all came from a place of love) was a relief. No one would ever match her parents’ level, but at least she wasn’t in this alone. And by the way that Killian was watching her relax into her laughter Emma knew that Killian didn’t care about her finding out any of his embarrassing stories. His blue eyes told her everything in that moment, and the most important thing was that all he wanted was for her to be happy. With him she always found a way to be so, and it was only a love like this that could ever induce her into subjecting herself to this familial torture.
“Is it bad that I actually feel better knowing you’ve got stories too?” Emma asked and Killian shook his head as he pulled her in closer to his side. The feel of his body pressed against hers was hot but familiar. It made Emma feel safe even as she felt electrified, and the anxiety of before began to dissipate as contentedness took its place.
“No, it’s not. Anything that makes you feel better is something I cherish, love.”
“God, I know it’s a miracle you guys found love and everything but sometimes its just so…” Ruby trailed off, but Elsa and Anna were quick to fill in.
“Sweet?” Elsa asked.
“Adorable?” Anna replied.
“I was going to say ‘extra’ actually. I mean come on. Who says stuff like that?”
Emma bit back more laughter as Elsa and Anna went beat for beat with Ruby about what love should be like and whether Killian’s words were romantic or over the top. But whatever assessment they came up with in the end, Emma wouldn’t really care. The only thing that mattered was how she felt about Killian, and every time he made confessions like that it soothed her. Killian enriched her life and made her braver than she’d ever been. She was confident and comfortable in the love they were building together, and she loved his sweet words, even the cheesy ones.
“I dream of a day when they all find another amusement to preoccupy themselves,” Killian murmured to her, drawing Emma’s eyes back up to him. He had light in his eyes and she could tell he wasn’t taking their talk seriously either. “It might help if Elsa or Anna found someone to love too.”
“Oh God don’t let my mother hear you say that. You’ll be recruited for her matchmaking in a hot second.”
“I can think of worse things to do than showing other people the way to love,” Killian said and Emma agreed with him.
“And what about Ruby? You don’t think she wants love?”
“She does,” Killian replied. “But my cousin is particular. It’s going to take quite the person to stack up to her expectations.”
“I heard that!” Ruby said, though a human wouldn’t have been able to and both Emma and Killian laughed.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Killian emphasized. “If you’re going to love someone you better make sure they’re perfect for you.”
“Aww, he thinks Emma’s perfect for him,” Anna said and finally Emma rolled her eyes.
“Okay enough. I mean seriously, we’re about to be with my parents for at least three hours. Can’t you give us any peace?”
Anna and Ruby agreed that they would and Emma shared a knowing look with Elsa. Her best friend never gave Emma any real problems about things like this. It wasn’t her way and Emma appreciated that, and she knew she could trust Elsa to keep the others in line. Still the teasing had done wonders to distract Emma from her worries about this evening, and unfortunately, as quiet descended on the group, they cropped up again.
“I know you have a lot of feelings about tonight, Emma, but I can hardly wait to finally see where you grew up.”
“Well the wait is almost over,” Emma said with a smile. Her house might not be nearly as palatial as Anna and Elsa’s but she did love it so. She’d had such a perfect childhood for so long, and it wasn’t until Neal had gotten sick that things took a turn. Even since then things had gotten better, and that house had always been a part of the good times in her life. “Think you can handle it?”
“I hardly think it’s the house that’s hell bent on bringing trouble, love,” Killian joked and Emma swallowed harshly despite knowing that he was only kidding. “Nothing to fear on that score though, Emma. There’s no force in this world that could keep me from loving you.”
“How do you always say the right thing?” Emma asked, as they stepped to the front door and Killian grinned back at her in a way that sent a bold shiver of delight through her whole being.
“It’s a gift.”
“Okay love birds, you’ve got about five more seconds before we have incoming,” Ruby stated, clearly having heard everything as they approached Emma’s parent’s door. “Three, two, one.”
At the exact mark the door swung open, but Emma was surprised to see it was her Dad and not her Mom standing there. “Thank goodness you’re early. Your Mom might have said seven but she...”
“Never means it, I know,” Emma said, filling in for her Dad as she gave him a hug. “I was surprised she wasn’t pacing by the windows yet.”
“Granny’s been a good distraction. She keeps talking about you and Killian and how shifter happily ever afters work.” The comment was benign, but then Emma watched her father’s face pale as he looked to Elsa and Anna. “Uh, I mean, well -,”
“Don’t worry Mr. N, we know the deal,” Anna filled in merrily. “People turn into animals and then they fall in love with your best friends. We’ve got it.”
“Or sometimes your best friend is the shifter,” Elsa offered nonchalantly, and Emma smiled, knowing that she hadn’t mentioned that to Elsa so her friend must have picked that up through her own magical intuition. “Like Uncle Lance.”
“Yup. Can’t wait to tell him you girls all know now. It’s gonna make the summer barbeque pretty interesting,” her father said as he led them all inside, shutting the door behind them.
“Oh Lance already knows,” Emma’s mother announced cheerily as she walked in with a beatific smile. “I told Gwen a little while ago. I forgot one of the ingredients in her chocolate soufflé recipe and I filled her right in. God I love walkie talkies.”
Elsa and Anna laughed as Ruby and Killian looked at Emma with confusion. Again, Emma was amused at how even Ruby seemed to be stumped. Apparently witchy visions didn’t involve her Mom’s somewhat childish antics.
“Mom and Aunt Gwen talk all the time. They joke that they’re sisters separated at birth and as such they have all sorts of time to make up for. But it was a lot of calls. Like so many calls a day that Dad and Uncle Lance used to tease them that walkie talkies would be more efficient. Then for Christmas last year Neal and I had an idea – or really Neal did. I just funded it. He found these walkie talkies online that create their own frequency and that can cover super large distances. I think they’re for the military? Anyway, we got them for Mom and Aunt Gwen as a joke, but now they use them all the time. The gift backfired.”
“I’d use it right now if she and Lance weren’t having their date night,” Emma’s mother said, waving the walkie talkie that was clipped to her apron. “But there’s always next time. Anyway, thank you all for coming. You must be Ruby. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Knowing Granny it’s all bad,” Ruby said with a sly grin.
“And all true,” Killian quipped, leading Ruby to playfully punch his arm.
“No she had only good things to say, about you and about Killian.”
“Where is she exactly?” Emma asked, knowing Granny was supposed to be here.
“She’s on soufflé watch,” Mary Margaret announced, and this prompted a skeptical look between Killian and Ruby. “What? What’s so funny?”
“You said they were chocolate right?” Ruby said, biting back her laughter.
“Let’s just say Granny has very few weaknesses, but the main one is chocolate. I hope you’ve made extra since she’s very likely tricked you into trusting her with those treats.”
“I heard that!” Granny said, coming from the kitchen with her hands on her hips and an unamused look on her face. Her eyes were lit up with humor however, and then she admitted the truth. “And I’ll have you know I only had one, and I ran it by Mary Margaret first.”
“Wow, seems Storybrooke has had a positive influence on all of us,” Killian said easily and Emma felt herself warm at the way he spoke about her home.
“It has a way of doing that,” Emma’s mother said as her father came around to kiss her temple. “Now come on, dinner’s ready and I have just about a million questions.”
Taking a seat at the dining room table that Emma had spent nearly every important holiday gathered around, it was nice to see how natural all of this was. Everyone found their spots organically, and when Killian pulled out her chair like a gentleman, helping her into her seat, Emma was touched. She knew the gesture didn’t go unnoticed, but Emma avoided looking at any one else. Instead she looked to Killian, taking an extra boost of comfort from his subtle nod and upturned smile.
“So…” her father finally said, drawing Emma and Killian’s attention back to the table. Her Dad only looked at them a moment before deferring to his wife. “Do you want to do the honors?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” her mom said happily. As Mary Margaret rose back up from her seat, Emma watched Ruby whisper to Anna.
“What’s happening?”
“It’s like grace. Before every meal they say what they’re thankful for. Neal started it.”
“He did indeed,” Emma’s mother said, and Emma watched as her mom’s eyes grew a bit misty. It certainly wasn’t getting any easier for her having Neal away at summer camp, and she could tell her mom missed her brother fiercely. “But we continue it even when he’s not here, and tonight we have so much to be thankful for.
“We have new friends and new family,” her mother said looking to Granny and to Ruby. “It has been a pleasure meeting you both and to welcome you into our home. I know there’s so much more to learn and to hear and Emma will tell you I never met a story I didn’t love.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Emma joked and everyone chuckled together.
“But more than that, I can sense you two will be good for us. You’ve already brought so many good things, which leads us to our next grateful thing. We are grateful for Anna and Elsa and their new journey. It’s been a tough few years, but you girls,” Emma heard her Mom’s voice break, a sign of how much she loved her friends as if they were her own children. “You both have blossomed into such wonderful women. Your family would be proud. We are proud, and wherever this new magic may take you, we know it’ll be exactly where you need to be.”
“Yeah it will,” Anna said, reaching her hand across the table to take Elsa’s in a sisterly sign of affection.
“We’re thankful that our children have their health. We’re thankful that Neal is so happy, that he’s making friends and expanding his mind. He’s being challenged and engaged and he’s finding out more and more about himself. His old scars have all but healed, his light continues to shine so bright. There’s nothing in the world he can’t accomplish.
“At the same time our Emma has found her happy too. It’s a new kind of happy. Beyond having purpose, it’s the happiness only available through love and hope and belief in something more. With Killian she has found her match, a match we very much approve of, not that you needed our approval. But rest assured, this doesn’t mean we can’t still have a little fun. Your father and I haven’t honed these interrogative skills for nothing.”
Emma didn’t know whether to groan aloud or duck her head in embarrassment, but when Killian’s hand squeezed hers tightly she looked at him instead and she saw his subtle smile from before had grown into a full blown grin.
“Whatever you guys have got, I can take it. Anything for Emma.”
“You sure about that?” Her Dad asked and Killian looked to him and nodded.
“Yes sir, I’m sure.”
A moment of comfortable silence elapsed where her Dad gave Killian his own silent show of approval and then Emma realized that her Mom was supposed to be talking. But when she looked over to the other end of the table her Mother’s tears had fallen.
“I’m sorry, I know I know. It’s just…”
“It’s just that life right now is good, and we have a lot to be thankful for.”
The words from her Dad were agreed to by everyone at the table and with their pseudo-prayer said, dinner was served. It was just as excellent as Emma expected. Her mother was actually a great cook, and the company was awesome in the end. It took a little getting used to that their dinner conversation would include things like shifters and spells and such, but Emma was delighted to find that her mother wasn’t as prodding and extensive as she expected. In fact, she only saved those extra exploratory questions for Emma and Killian, and Killian, luckily, managed to take on every one. By the end of the meal he seemed to have won her parents over even more, and Emma was so happy and carefree she had actually forgotten what brought them all together in the first place. Only after dessert was cleared away did Emma realize she needed to talk to her parents about Liam and the potential danger ahead, but her father beat her to the punch.
“We know already, Emma,” her Dad said quietly as she helped him clear the table. The two of them were back in the kitchen, away from the others who were conversing over coffee. “Granny told us about Liam, and then Killian called me while you were with Anna and Elsa.”
“He did?” Emma asked, completely surprised by the revelation and her Dad nodded.
“He did. He said he was sorry to not come speak to me directly but he didn’t want to let you out of his sight. I agreed that that was for the best. In the mean time, I can’t think of anyone that’s better to protect you than Killian.”
“Really?” Emma asked, feeling a wave of surprise that her Dad would hand over the reigns of a job he’d taken on her whole life. She didn’t often need protecting, but her father had always been her greatest champion. For him to allow Killian to step into that role was huge.
“Really. And it’s not just because he’s stronger and faster than I will ever be, but because he loves you, more than life itself,” her Dad said, stunning Emma with his honesty and acceptance.
“He does,” Emma agreed, her heart filled with so much love in this moment. Love for her Dad and for Killian, two men who both cared so much for her and who had always shown her that she was theirs to protect and to embolden. “But did he explain it all Dad? We could be in real danger. I know Killian will do anything it takes if it comes to that, but -,”
“I want you to know that it’s all going to be okay, Emma,” her Dad said as he put a hand on her shoulder, something he’d done many times through the course of the years. “I’ve talked to Graham and to Tink. We have some elements put in place already for would-be hostile shifters. And I’ll call your Uncle Lance in the morning and get him and Gwen here ASAP. I thought about maybe sparing him the headache, but you know him. He’ll be livid if we leave him out of anything that could be considered a good story.”
Emma wanted to laugh at that because it was honestly funny. She could picture Uncle Lance now, bemoaning a fact that he missed a good fight and whining (but still in a loveable way) that he was left out. But this wasn’t some party that people weren’t getting invited to. This was a potentially dangerous and more than hostile situation.
“I never wanted any of this to happen. I never dreamed that we might be in danger, and I know Killian didn’t either.”
“There’s no need to explain, Emma. You love each other and you’re bonded. His danger is your danger and vice versa, but that also means your family is his family. No one has to go through this alone. We’re all stronger together, and I would never let anything break this family apart. This is a battle we can fight, and not all battles are like that.”
“I love you, Dad,” Emma said hugging him quickly and taking comfort in his firm embrace. She knew he was thinking back on Neal being sick and how helpless that moment was. Emma hoped it wouldn’t actually come to fighting Liam. Maybe this was all being blown out of proportion, but she knew her Dad was right. They had better chances of beating someone who wanted a physical fight than they did of an unknown disease. They’d been through hell before, and they could all do it again.
“And I love you, Emma,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before stepping back. “But we should get back now. Your mother has missed you something fierce. Best to give her as much time as possible tonight so she doesn’t start stalking you tomorrow.”
With a shared laugh, Emma and her father headed back to the living room where everyone was seated. With one last kiss to her father’s cheek she took her spot by Killian on the couch. Immediately his hand found hers and she felt so at peace, and though she knew her parents eyes were watching her closely over the next hour of the party, Emma didn’t care. She knew they had their approval and best wishes, and that was perfect as far as she was concerned.
“You know, Ems, I don’t think you’ve given Killian a proper tour,” Anna said, the mischievousness of her intention seeping through in her tone.
“Well technically I haven’t given Ruby or Granny one either,” Emma quipped, expecting the subject to drop when she did, but it seemed not only Anna was in on this little attempt.
“Actually your Mother showed me around earlier,” Granny said with a wry smile.
“And I have the witchy all-seeing thing happening so I don’t really need tours,” Ruby said. Emma looked at them all, waiting to see if any of them would break, but they all stood strong, unyielding in their want to give Emma and Killian alone time.
“Right, well we’re all still visiting. Killian can look around any time. It’s not like he’s going anywhere,” Emma insisted and it was her mother who interjected.
“We know that, but still it would be rude not to give him the tour, honey. Go on – it won’t take you long and I’d hate to have to ask your father to do it.”
“Hey! I give great tours,” her father insisted and though Emma agreed she hopped up immediately, not wanting to subject Killian to an undisclosed amount of time with her Dad if they didn’t have to.
“Of course you do, Charming.”
“Quick, before they hurt themselves with the plotting on our behalf,” Emma whispered to Killian who chuckled aloud as he rose with her, following her out of the living room and towards the rest of the house.
“It’s crazy how one second they’re testing us and the next they’re trying to get us alone,” Killian mused as they walked through the study and then her parents’ library on the first floor. “I hardly know what to expect at any given moment.”
“I wish I could say that will change, but with my family it probably won’t. I love them, but they just love to meddle. It’s in their blood.”
“Which technically means it’s in your blood too, love, yet I never seem to see you interfering in such ways.”
“Maybe I just haven’t had the chance yet,” Emma said, pulling Killian towards the stairs so they could see upstairs. The action made her heart flutter. She’d never actually had a guy up here before, and all through her teen years she’d thought about it. Other kids were sneaking away with high school sweethearts, but Emma felt like she could never even try. Her parents were vigilant with a capital V and because of that Emma always knew it was best to play things safe. “Who knows, maybe when Elsa or Anna find someone I’ll be just as involved.”
“Somehow I don’t doubt that, love,” Killian said with a grin. “So this room was yours then.”
“How could you tell?” Emma joked, what with the girlish white canopy over the bed and the pale yellow color on the walls. There were also all sorts of books, most of them about animals, and trophies from her days running track and cross country.
“It feels like you here,” Killian said definitively. He moved forward, looking about on the tops of her dressers and tables. He gazed at every picture and item that she’d kept here. It was kind of a time capsule here, with the person she was at eighteen essentially frozen in place while still being surrounded by items from her younger days. But where she could have been embarrassed, she found she was totally comfortable with Killian seeing all of this.
“Did your room at home feel like you?” Emma asked, curious about his life abroad. She knew a lot about it, about the running and yet also how Killian felt safe there for so long. But she never asked for details like that, and she found herself now wondering what a snapshot into Killian’s youth would have looked like.
“It did to an extent. But it never held much significance to me. The house was important. It was the place my mother made for us, but my room… well I haven’t thought of it in a long time.”
“Sorry to bring up bad memories,” Emma whispered and Killian turned, approaching her and taking her hand in his.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Emma. The memories aren’t bad, not all of them. If anything you’re doing me a favor.” She looked into his eyes, searching for clarification. “You remind me that so much of my past was good, despite everything, and that as lost and broken as I’ve felt, I had everything I needed before. I have memories just as worth preserving as the ones worth forgetting.”
Emma felt a surge of pride at Killian’s words, not just because she was proud of him and his growth since they’d met, but also because she was happy she was making a difference in his life. Killian deserved to have the best and to access the good that he’d seen without the pain of the bad that had taken much of it away. If she helped him to rejoice in what was in any way she was overjoyed, and as he took her more fully into his arms, his hands drawing gentle but thrilling that feeling only grew stronger.
“So I hate to ask, but I can’t seem to help myself. Did you ever… I mean did anyone ever…”
“The only guests in this room were my family and Anna and Elsa,” Emma said, understanding what his question was going to be. She couldn’t help but smile at his jealousy of a boy who never existed, and when he looked so relieved at her confession she laughed aloud. “Tragically this room never saw much action.”
“Well we could change that, love,” Killian said, his eyes moving from hers down to her mouth. She could see the hunger there in his gaze, and as she watched him wet his own lips her heart fluttered and the gnawing sense of want low in her gut grew louder and louder. “We could pretend, just for a few moments, that our pasts aren’t what they were. We could pretend we’d met sooner, that we’d found each other all those years ago.”
“And let me guess, you’d have been the kind of boy who climbed up terraces to get the girl?” Emma asked, her voice going breathy as Killian’s hands moved across her body. She took a few steps towards the bed, and Killian immediately followed.
“If you were the lass up in the tower then yes, I’d have been exactly that kind of boy.”
Emma allowed herself to imagine what it would have been like. As a man Killian was gorgeous, and she knew as a teen he’d have stolen her breath away. The attraction they had now would still have been there, if just a little more awkward and bumbling. But it was a beautiful dream, to think of finding one’s soul mate so soon. She found herself craving that fantasy, and she pulled him down for a kiss to live it out if only for a moment. The two of them tumbled to the bed, but Emma noticed how quiet the action was, no doubt thanks to Killian’s shifter graces. It turned her on to no end, and she began to lose herself, forgetting where they were and why they were here. All she knew was she wanted Killian and she never wanted to let go. She wrapped herself around him, and lost all track of time. He always took her to this totally new place, and tonight was really no exception.
“I think we would have had a real problem if the fantasy were true, love,” Killian said when he finally pulled back from the delicious moment they were having. The words confused her and she blinked up at him only to find him smiling down at her thoughtfully, his fingers running through her hair as he gazed down at her. “I suspect I would have been here far too often. With an enticement like you up in this tower, nothing could have kept me away.”
“I’m sure my father would have loved that,” Emma joked and Killian grinned, his eyebrows wagging mischievously as he pulled her back up to a standing position and quickly straightened out the scene of the crime. He helped her pull her dress back to where it should be and then adjusted his shirt accordingly.
“Speaking of, I believe your father’s patience is wearing thin. I can hear pacing downstairs. What do you say we put him out of his misery?”
“Good call,” Emma agreed, taking one last look at her room and then accepting Killian’s hand as they headed back to the hallway. “But this is not over.”
“No it most certainly is not,” Killian agreed, pressing one last kiss to her lips before they descended the stairs and returned to the rest of the group who all gave them knowing looks. Killian remained unfazed by them, but Emma could feel a blush creeping over her cheeks. Still, she took her seat again on the couch, unwilling to let the attention get to her.
“Did you two have a nice time?” her mother asked and Emma tried to respond but Killian took the reins for her.
“We did. You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Nolan, one that’s clearly housed a remarkable life for your children.”
“Well thank you, Killian,” her mother said, clearly touched by the compliment. “That’s very sweet. I’m sure you and Emma will do the same someday soon.”
Emma inhaled so sharply that she almost started choking on air, but her mother’s grand statement had been even more badly timed for her father, who was taking a sip of his night cap. He began coughing immediately, his eyes almost bugging out of his head at the comment, but where everyone else looked concerned, Emma’s mother was not. “Oh come on, David. I was just teasing. I know they’ll do things in their own time. No one’s rushing anyone.”
“Good,” her Dad said when he finally caught his breath. “But please, let’s keep all future ‘teasing’ to moments when I’m not drinking, shall we?”
Everyone laughed and her mother agreed. “Sounds like a deal, Charming. Now why don’t you come sit down with me? I just convinced Ruby and Elsa and Anna that we should play some sort of game and I know how much you love charades. You can be on my team.”
Emma’s father smiled and moved across the room, but before he reached her mother a knock sounded at the door. Immediately the shifters went on red alert, and Emma guessed that Granny and Ruby had fallen into the same sense of comfort that Killian was prone to while in Storybrooke. It was hard to take shifters off guard, and with Ruby it should be even harder, but it had been done just now to none of their liking. Her Dad, however, didn’t seem worried in the slightest as he moved to the entryway. Only when he’d opened the door did she hear his inhale of breath and immediately Emma looked to see who it was, not believing her eyes when her gaze landed on the unannounced guest. She blinked a few times, stunned into silence and spell bound by the scene before her. There was no way. Like seriously, no way.
“Oh David,” the woman said, her voice filled with emotion and her big eyes filled with tears. “It’s really you. I found you. I finally found you.”
Instinctively, Emma’s mother stood up, moving to her Dad as the woman pushed forward and hugged him close and when she did, their new arrival was obscured from Emma’s vision. In that moment Emma told herself there was no chance that this could be who she thought it was. Her eyes had to be playing tricks on her, but when they pulled back Emma saw her again and she knew she wasn’t mistaken. While this woman had never been here in all her life, Emma had seen this woman before, in a photo on her Dad’s desk at the clinic. But though so many years had passed since that photograph was taken, this woman stood here truly untouched by time. Somehow a ghost from the past was here with them tonight, and Emma was unable to fathom how anything like this could possibly be happening.
“Emma, love, who is that?” Killian asked, his voice on edge and his hands on her in a protective hold. She looked back to him, sensing his panic and his dislike for this uncertainty, and she reached for him, still not knowing what to say. She turned back to the rest of the room, and she found that the others were also looking at her for an answer, but Emma felt like hers couldn’t possibly be right. Still she said it aloud, hearing how crazy it sounded, but knowing despite all reason that her guess was correct.
“I think… I think it’s my grandmother.”
Post-Note: So I’m guessing most of you are looking at the screen you’re reading this on thinking ‘uh, what did she just say?’ and honestly that makes a lot of sense. This is a pretty out of left field thing, but I’ve known since the beginning that David’s story and his family aren’t as cut and dry as they’ve seemed. Not only do they have hunter lore and that background, but there are other things clearly at play if his Mom can potentially be back here. For those of you who don’t recall (and who aren’t going to read through thirteen chapters for Easter eggs), all we’ve heard of about Ruth was that she’s in a photo on David’s desk and that she reportedly died in childbirth. But not to worry, next chapter will address those questions of what the heck is happening, and you’ll see how this story line fits into other ones I have been weaving together throughout the story up to now. Anyway thanks so much for reading, and I really hope that you’ve enjoyed!
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Pairing: Gajevy (Gajeel x Levy)
Characters: Levy McGarden, Jet, Droy, Gajeel Redfox
Universe: Canon
Rating: T
Summary: Levy and Gajeel got paired up to help Master Makarov out with the organization of some books in the library. But an unfortunate happening suddenly twists the situation and changes their priority.
a/n: This was a commission/two commissions for super kind @gytech! (: Plot belongs to him as does a lot of the first part’s writing (end of part one and beginning of the continuation/part 2 are marked by three dots). I ‘only’ revamped the first part of this and then completely wrote up the second by myself. Thank you again for commissioning me!! Some humor and troubled/bickering Gajevy haha.
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“But Levy! Do we really have to?” Droy and Jet whined as they walked into the guild for the day. Whatever was going on, they didn't seem all too eager to do what they were supposed to do apparently.
Levy turned to the two guys and gave a serious nod that left little to no chance for complaints. The seventeen year old was as short as ever and her blue hair was as messy as ever too. She never really managed to tame it so thankfully it was neatly held in place by her yellow hair ribbon again.
She was clad in her normal orange mini-dress with the detached sleeves and a pair of simple sandals was on her feet. It complimented her petite figure quite nicely and showed off her long smooth legs. Since it was such a cute it had become Levy’s main attire.
“Yes! The guild received a new shipment of tomes! Master Makarov wanted me to organize them so I need you two to go get the other boxes. I’m going to be putting the first ones away with the other person Master hired,” she explained again and made clear that their help really was important.
Though the two males of Team Shadow Gear shoot a skeptical look towards her. It was clear that they were slightly jealous that someone else would be allowed to be with her while working with these boxes but for now they just followed her to the bar so they could sit down for lunch. Jet and Droy sat to Levy’s right. The two had some burgers and beer while Levy herself ordered a simple salad. For the most part, the group was silent until Jet spoke up once more.
“So who's the person that will be helping you?”
Levy turned to answer but someone sat heavily to the stool on her left and the three turned to see a familiar dragon slayer.
The name was none other than Gajeel Redfox and one could almost hear Jet and Droy groan upon seeing him.
He had his usual rough appearance; a man of average height and had tan skin with several piercings along his face and ears. His long untamed black hair fell to his shoulder blades, and his fierce eyes were red. He was wearing in his own usual attire too which consisted of a green bandana around his forehead, a similarly green muscle shirt with a black trench-coat, beige pants and some brown gloves with iron-plates on the back.
The black-haired man had his own plate of food in his hands. He didn't seem to be amused, judging by his facial expression, but the plate of chili-fries and the steamed cup of melted iron was hardly the reason for it. His current mood didn't surprise Levy at all. She knew very well that Gajeel wasn't one for literature or education, much like Natsu. In fact the only dragon slayer that Levy knew liked reading was Wendy so she guessed that the iron mage had no choice but to help. To be quite honest, they hadn't really talked about this yet and for a moment she pouted.
“It's me,” Gajeel growled at last before he took a sip of his melted iron. “For some reason the old man couldn't get somebody else.” Freed or Lucy would have been two more fitting options for this small job, he thought, but as far as he knew the Raijinshuu's Captain was out on an S-Class mission with his team and Laxus and Lucy hadn't been at the guild today yet. He didn't really mind spending more time with the bluenette he'd been kind of, sorta, maybe unofficially dating for some time now but this task seemed boring as hell to him.
Levy gave a nervous laugh before she finished her salad; she didn't exactly like the negative vibes that her friends were giving off so she decided to get up and smoothed out her dress, then have all three of them a kind of uncertain smile. “Well, I'm going to go ahead and get started in the library already. I'll see you in a bit Gajeel!”
The script mage took a deep breath as she turned to walk away from the bar. Two steps later though she felt how somebody grabbed her left sleeve and her head turned in surprise just to see her two team mates standing beside her, Jet's hand holding onto the fabric of her attire. His face had a really pleading look and Levy gave a cute, curious expression as she tilted her head slightly.
“Can't you come with Droy and me to pick up the books?” He asked almost desperately, his eyes filled with something undefinable. “We don't know of they're counterfeit or not and it would be the best if we had a tomes expert with us.”
However, before Levy got the chance to respond she felt a tug on her right sleeve as well, this time turning her head to see Gajeel holding onto it. Unlike her team mates his face was more of a scowl that showed his objection. “No! Do ya really think I can organize the damn books without yer help? If I'm left by myself then the place will become a mess!” Gajeel stated and then followed it up with a gentle tug on her sleeve.
A few seconds later Jet pulled on her left sleeve. “No! The books' status is far more important than the organization!”
Gajeel gave a growl and once again tugged Levy to his side. “You say that! But have ya ever seen me pissed? Things don't exactly stay intact!”
Again Jet tugged Levy towards himself. “Then learn to be patient! It won't be long!”
By now Levy found herself being in the middle of a tiny war as she was being dragged from the left to the right, stumbling between Gajeel and her two team mates when their movements became firmer.
Gajeel and Team Shadow Gear didn't let up as they continued their argument, their pulling getting more violent and Levy's heart began to beat harder. She had a very good relationship with all three of them and she didn't want her closest friends to end up hating each other! She knew that there was some tension between them anyway still, every now and again, so she would hate if it got worse.
As they kept using her as a kind of tug-of-war rope Levy also noticed something else and that could turn into a problem; the ties of her sleeves were starting to come loose from all the rough pulling. She could feel the soft orange fabric sliding down her biceps slowly, making their way towards her elbows. Of course Gajeel and the other two were completely oblivious to her distress as they were still shouting at each other.
“G-guys!” She tried to warn them, her voice shaking slightly. “My sleeves…can you let go of them! They’re com-“
But they didn't even seem to hear her.
“Levy is coming with me!” Gajeel shouted!
“No she’s coming with us!” Jet and Droy retorted.
They gave one final tug at the same time and that was it. The knots came completely undone and Levy's brown eyes widened as her sleeves slid off, baring her thin arms. The dragon slayer and her team mates stumbled back and into the plates of food that were on the bar counter still and the bluenette's heart thumped rapidly. She knew full well that this was not going to end in well and indeed; the sound of dishes breaking filled the guild hall, food and drinks spilled out onto the floor and the three men groaned as they stood up, thankfully unscathed. Levy's sleeves however, were not okay. One of them landed in Jet and Droy's burgers and was now stained with ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise and grease and the spilled bear had soaked it. The other one had chili-fries all over it and melted iron covering it, too. Parts of her favorite outfit had just been ruined!
Giving an angry look Levy grabbed Gajeel's arm and tugged him to the library firmly before any of the three could complain. She had enough of this. “You three are idiots!”
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“You know it was an accident right?” Gajeel asked as he watched Levy climb up the ladder but she responded to his question with silence, making it clear that she was upset still. She tried her best to ignore the cool breeze on her arms. She just couldn't believe that those three idiots had ruined her outfit just because they had to fight over something so trivial. Not that they would have any idea about fashion; they probably just threw on the first thing they saw and as long as it fit they were fine with it.
“I don’t care! Now I have to throw away this dress when I get home!” Levy replied after all whilst looking down at him, a deep scowl on her face.
“They’re just sleeves…,” the dragon slayer tried to counter. “It’s not like you have million copies of the same outfit at your place, right?” With that, Gajeel mumbled a statement that he shouldn’t have made.
“I still don’t care! Do you think the clothes are cheap? Just because I have more copies of this outfit doesn’t mean I like to get them destroyed! The only reason why I have more is because you and the rest of the men in this guild tend to destroy everything in fact!”
Gajeel perked a brow as he looked up at her. “Including clothes?”
“Especially clothes!”
Levy emitted an angry huff and then turned her head away from Gajeel and back to the empty shelves in front of her. She slowly took the plaques that she had and labeled them alphabetically.
While she did so she heard another ladder being set up beside hers and she turned to see Gajeel putting up his own labels. Carefully, Levy took a moment to check the dragon slayer out; his face was always serious or smug, one could guess that his arms were muscular even with the trench coat on, the multiple piercings he had all over his body were so characteristic... Just thinking about him caused Levy’s face to heat up with a red color and she quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. This was not the time! She was angry still after all and she didn’t want to get over that anger quite yet.
“You know… the dress...” Gajeel stated and successfully attracted Levy's attention once again. This time he had a smirk on his face when he looked at her. “It shows off yer legs of yours and it’s tight enough to show off that cute butt of yours, too. Gi hee,” he chuckled while putting up my plaques and acting like he hadn't just said something slightly suggestive.
Levy’s face became red in an instant. Did he just... Did he really... He did! She wasn't used to Gajeel being this bold as he usually tended to show some awkwardness when it came to such things. Though then again, whenever he teased her... he could get a bit more daring at times. And this was, apparently, one of those times. Why did he think that now was a good timing for it?!
Her hands quickly went to the hem of her dress and tugged it down, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be much. Normally she wasn’t self-conscious about the length but now that Gajeel brought it up she felt weirdly nervous the she was showing off something she shouldn’t have been. Levy had chosen the dress because unlike most of the girls she didn’t exactly have a large chest to flaunt but now she didn’t know what to think, especially since Gajeel was looking at her legs and “cute” butt.
The script mage immediately made a mental note to wear pants tomorrow.
Another snicker left Gajeel's mouth before she turned to him shyly, her face was still gloriously red. Sure, they had been... unofficially dating for some time now, she guessed, but still!
“I wouldn’t have imagined you wearing black so often too… this is the fourth day now,” he added to his previous comment, this time a little more hesitantly though.
Levy’s blush disappeared and she tilted her head cutely. What was he talking about now? Her expression was odd and her eyes confused since she didn’t know what he meant. Black wasn’t a color she wore as her main attire often so why would he point out something like-
Though then it struck her and she gasped. Her cheeks puffed out and her face became red once again, both from embarrassment and a new wave of anger. How dare he!
She didn't think about it much when she let go of the ladder and decked the male in the nose with her small fist. Before he could do anything her other fist hit him in the shoulder, followed by a smack to his face.
“O-Oi! I was just kiddin'!” Gajeel tried to lean away, his face full of shock as his arms went up to defend himself from Levy’s blows. “Stop it, shrimp! That’s dangerous!”
“You’re such a pervert! Do you normally look up poor girl’s skirts to check out their panties?”
“W-What? 'Course not! Just yours…” Again probably something he shouldn't have admitted.
Another blow hit his arms. Levy’s didn’t care how unsafe this was, Gajeel deserved every bit of pain she was inflicting on him! He was just a perverted, stupid dragon slayer!
As she continued to pelt him with her blows Gajeel leaned back and his eyes went wide. Levy was oblivious to his struggle and continued to assault him; it quickly became apparent that he had leaned back too far and if this would keep going then he feared that he would meet the floor soon. Levy then simply stopped and smirked at him briefly as she saw the shock on his face. He deserved everything that came to him for looking up her dress.
But before she could muse further one of his hands grabbed the back of her dress. Caught off guard, Levy gasped and turned her head around to see him hanging onto her, his fist grabbing onto the orange fabric tightly. The bluenette's eyes widened; Gajeel was much larger than her and weighed twice as much too! She began to hear her dress tearing and she knew she had to act fast!
So she began to kick him as best as she could.
One of her sandaled foot hit him in the stomach and he spluttered out a gasp. She followed it up with another kick but he just didn’t want to let go and while she'd been contented with her choice of shoes today Levy was now cursing her decision to wear sandals and not boots. Regardless, she continued with her attempts to make him let go of her dress. Hopefully he would-
It was too late.
Levy’s eyes widened in shock and realization as a cold breeze hit her torso. Her orange dress was now gone, leaving her in her black panties, her footwear, and her headband and she gave a squeak as she continued to cling to the book-case. First she lost her detached sleeves and now she had lost her dress! What would happen next, could the day get any worse?
The answer was yes.
Oddly enough the weight of Gajeel didn’t leave. She looked behind to see him holding onto her ankles, his eyes widened as he clung to her for dear life. “Oi! Don’t let me fall!”
The script mage's blush increased. He was seeing everything! She began to flail; she just wanted him out of here so she could have a damn moment of privacy but that wasn't her biggest problem right now.
A snap filled the air and then a heavy thud. It was the sounds of her sandals breaking from her feet and Gajeel hitting the floor and that was still not enough. Levy had been flailing too much and it caused the ladder she was using to lean backwards, too. So much that all she could do was to scream before she crashed on top of the dragon slayer, blacking out as she did.
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“Fuck fuck fuck. Shrimp, wake up!”
Levy felt dizziness overwhelm her as soon as she blinked her eyes open. There was just this feeling and a blurred world before her eyes as she laid on the dragon slayer. Or wait, was she still lying? It took her some more moments to be able to process that she was looking at a familiar face and was held by two strong arms. Then there was the deep voice.
“Yer awake!”
“H-Huh?”
Gajeel didn't only sound worried, no, his face revealed concern as well. It was rare for the dragon slayer to show his emotions freely like this and if Levy had been in a different state right now then she would have appreciated it more. Right now all she could do was to try and remember what happened as she remained silent and let the dizziness disappear slowly. It had been a slight relief that she didn't hit the floor and fell onto Gajeel instead so she wasn't exactly injured.
“How are ya feeling?” The black male leaned her against the back of a book shelf and crouched before her, red eyes starting at her intently. It was all his fault and inwardly he felt incredibly bad. “Say somethin', dammit!”
“Gajeel.” It wasn't an approach but more like a confirmation for her that it was really him. It slowly began to dawn on her what had happened before and she briefly raised her right hand to rub her head. “Dizzy...,” she mumbled, avoiding eye-contact for now. “But I'll be fine if I stay seated for some more moments. I-”
Levy fell silent. Something was not like before and the intense look on Gajeel's face turned a little more worried, or confused maybe, when the she began to stare dead ahead. Memories began to fill her mind and part of the anger she had felt before returned alongside major embarrassment and that was when she felt what was different.
She wasn't only in her black panties and her headband anymore only.
Apparently Gajeel had wrapped her up in his trench coat. Yes definitely. It wasn't on him anymore and she wasn't dreaming; she was really dressed in it.
“What?” The black-haired mage asked, insecurity swinging faintly in his voice.
Levy puffed out her cheeks and then suddenly- “Y-You idiot! Y-You pervert! Gajeel you complete baka, you-!” She would have hit him again but she didn't want to lose her cover and she tried to glare at him.
“Woah woah, calm down! I know I was bein' an idiot but dammit ya worried me, I'm just glad that yer alright. Don't fuckin' do such nonsense again!”
And the script mage could only stare at that. Not only did he sound upset but another rarity happened; he actually admitted that he was worried. About her. Still, how dare he scolding her when he should be the one getting scolded so much more for his idiotic, perverted behavior!
“Ugh!” Turning her head away from him she tugged her legs in close to her body. She could hear Gajeel muttering something grumbly to himself but she didn't care.
And there was something else they worried about the next moment anyway.
Two familiar voices were suddenly incredibly close, and they were worried. Levy's head shot up alarmingly when she registered that it was Jet and Droy calling out for her, most likely because they had heard the previous noise, and immediately she stumbled to her feet.
“O-Oi oi, be careful!” The dragon slayer scolded and reached out to steady her but she just stubbornly slapped his hand away. Her team mates must not see her like this!
“I'm fine!” The script mage pulled the trench coat close though it soon turned out that it was difficult to walk in it due to its length. “Gajeel!” There was terror in her eyes but to her relief the dragon slayer just growled before he followed her, leaving the ladder where it was and hoping that it would not cause any suspicion if Jet and Droy were to find it. Levy was right after all. Finding her like this would not leave a good impression at all.
The voices died down and they both hoped that the other two males had left the library again. Still, they didn't want to take any risks so Levy led them both to the backdoor where they could hide. The next problem was just... How to get out of the guild? There was no way she could walk through the main hall like this!
“It's a pain to watch ya walk in that thing.”
Levy puffed out her cheeks again but didn't respond. She was fine. Perfectly fine. “You will help me get home now, Gajeel!”
“Will I?”
“Yes!”
But that could get tricky. She didn't even have shoes anymore! Emitting a heavy sigh Levy began to think. The main hall was no option and it was difficult to reach the other rooms without passing it. Perhaps...
“We'll have to escape through a window,” she stated matter-of-factly and immediately turned to head towards the next window she knew existed in this huge room. It was clear that Gajeel had no right to object and being aware that he was to blame for this mess he followed her after giving a grumble.
“Can ya even climb up there?”
Again she pouted. But he was right... the window would be too far up for her to reach it by himself so he would have to scoop her up and the thought did make her blush a bit.
Then again, everything was better than staying here right now.
And at least Gajeel played along without too much complaining.
The act of getting out of the window, and with that getting out of the guild, didn't play out as smooth as she'd wanted for it to be. Gajeel lifted her up and she was careful when opening the window but when she started to climb through it she accidentally ended up bumping her butt into his face and it almost resulted into them bickering again. Almost.
The dragon slayer himself didn't need any help and Levy felt a big wave of relief once she stood outside. At least until anew panic overcame her – of course she would be even more exposed now, in public and having to get home, but it was better to be seen by strangers than by her own guild mates right now and so she sighed, trying to keep her cool.
“And now? Ya wanna walk home?”
What a stupid question! “Of course! Or do you think I'm gonna stay here? Idiot,” she huffed and pulled the trench coat close again defensively. Walking in it was awkward yes, but... she would manage it. “Cover me,” she mumbled, trying to lace her words with exasperation, and then began to walk without another word.
Gajeel just looked at her in disbelief but then obliged. He didn't want to upset her even more and there was still a tad bit of guilt lingering within him. He shouldn't have been so bold. It was just... he really liked her. He really did. But sometimes it was hard to express his feelings.
This time he had obviously failed.
The two kept walking and Levy attempted her best to ignore some curious and wondering looks thrown at her. Bare-footed and only wearing a way too oversized trench-coat; of course it would draw attention. Her cheeks reddened softly but she concentrated on finding the least crowded way to Fairy Hills possible.
The bluenette didn't take note of Gajeel frowning hard every once in a while, mostly when he spotted somebody looking at her for too long. He was being silently protective and he had no patience for perverts or jerks looking at his hopefully future girlfriend. Hah, the irony... He'd been quite a bit of a pervert himself but that had been an exceptional case! That, and Levy and him knew each other for some time now and spent a lot of time together.
Eventually though the dragon slayer gave a groan of annoyance, watching Levy stumble over the trench coat every now and again. “'s still a pain to watch ya walk in that.”
“I'm fine,” Levy insisted.
This time though Gajeel didn't want to hear any of this. Without taking another moment for consideration he stepped closer and grabbed her, lifting her up bridal style and causing Levy to emit a soft squeak.
“W-What are you doing?! I said I'm fine!”
“Yer gonna fall on yer damn face if you keep walking.”
“No!” Quickly she tried to reassure that everything was covered still and then hit his chest gently: Her cheeks had reddened further and the dragon slayer secretly liked the sight of it but he kept silent and refused to put her down again.
“Jus' accept it. I'm tryin' to help ya for fuck's sake.”
There was a kind of exasperation in the man's voice she had heard before and suddenly she was feeling a little bad. Perhaps Gajeel was really just wanting to make up for it and here she was fussing about him carrying her. Well, on the one hand it was comprehensible, wasn't it? Atfer all she was convinced that she was perfectly able to get to Fairy Hills on her own feet. On the other hand it was perhaps safer to be carried, perhaps it would even draw less attention and they would be quicker and that was in her interest.
“You're such a jerk...,” she mumbled in defeat though there was softness in her tone that hadn't been there the past few hours.
Quietly she began to hold onto him with one hand, averting her eyes whilst Gajeel kept staring ahead as they walked. The rest of the way was covered in silence so both of them were relieved when they reached their destination at last. Now they just had to hope that Erza was no here or they would get into trouble for bringing a male into Fairy Hills.
After putting Levy back down she mumbled a thank you, earning a huff from the dragon slayer who crossed his arms. They made their way to the script mage's room as silently as possible and fortunately without getting seen so once they were in her room with the door closed Levy exhaled. “Finally.”
There was a moment of awkward silence before Levy turned around to Gajeel and glanced up. “And um... thank you for letting me wear your tench coat.” Really, it had kind of saved her. Even though he played a big part in why she had to be saved.
“Not a big deal,” the black-haired man shrugged and let his gaze wander. He'd been here before, nothing had changed.
“I'll go put some new clothes on um... You can wait here,” Levy muttered and didn't wait for a response. Quickly, she turned around and went to change and Gajeel ended up looking after her.
He hadn't allowed this thought to come to the surface until now but... in fact he thought that although it was far too big, Levy looked real good in his clothes. It was adorable but also sexy at the same time and he quietly thought to himself that he'd make such an offer again at some point and that he really wouldn't mind seeing her in some of his clothes more often. Perhaps... once they were officially dating... or even in a relationship? If he hadn't fucked up, that is.
Heaving a grumbly sigh he waited, hearing some rustling every now and then but no complaining. It didn't take all too long for Levy to get changed and so she soon stepped out with a top that was shortened so she showed off her belly and a tight clam diggers that hugged her curves. A new pair of sandals was on her feet and she'd taken care of her hair and straightened the headband. She looked like nothing had happened.
“Ready.” She gave a nervous giggle. In this moment it really sounded like she hadn't been angry at him at all and Gajeel hoped that she could forgive him for his earlier stupidity.
“Uh... ya look good.” He scratched the back of his neck not really knowing what to say before she hesitantly handed him his trench coat.
“Thank you again um... for letting me wear it.”
“I was bein' an idiot, yer right. 's the least I could do.” Again he scratched the back of his neck and took the coat to take it back on himself. His nose couldn't help but notice that her scent was on it now... And he absolutely didn't mind. “So um.. yea, sorry for earlier.”
“You really were an idiot. A perverted one,” she sighed, brows knitting briefly. “But I forgive you. Just don't... make me hit you again.” And Levy managed to give him a slight smile.
Gajeel wasn't sure if he could promise her not to make her hit him again, mostly because it was kind of a friendly teasing thing between them, but he sure as hell was glad to see her smile at him again.
That could only mean he hadn't fucked up completely.
#gajevy#fairy tail#gajeel redfox#levy mcgarden#gajeel x levy#gytech#and sorry again for the wait Dx#djwkf hope this is fine!! <3#Sel writes#my stuff#commission
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You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 6)
Pairing: Negan x Reader
Summary: Negan has a surprise for you, but things don’t go the way you planned
Word Count: 2,791
Warning(s): Language
A/N: Finally a lengthy chapter to thank you all for waiting patiently! I wanted to have a little mentions to the reader’s past in this chapter so it just ended up kinda long. There is also quotes from the show in this chapter, but I didn’t quite make it go the exact way it happened in the show, so I apologize for continuity errors! Masterlist is here. Enjoy!
Three loud knocks rapped on your door.
You sat up, incredibly confused because there was no light streaming through your window. No one normally came to wake you up this early and you began to wonder if something was wrong.
You sat up quickly and approached the door cautiously. You took a deep breath and held it before opening it.
“Hope I didn’t catch you in the middle of a wet dream, darlin’.”
You let out a sigh of relief.
“Jesus, Negan. The sun’s not even up yet!”
He smirked, leaning on your doorframe.
“So this is what you wear to bed...gotta admit, I was kind of fuckin’ hoping it was nothing.” He looked over you in your tanktop and underwear. You suddenly felt self-conscious.
“What do you want?” Your tone was growing impatient. It was way too early for this.
“Get dressed and meet me outside by the gates, but don’t take too fuckin’ long.”
He gave you a final wink and left you standing at your door, still reeling in bewilderment.
The air outside was close to freezing and the thin jacket you were wearing wasn’t really cutting it. You started to wonder if Negan’s ‘surprise’ was really worth getting up this early.
When you reached the front gates, you saw Negan talking to a group of men standing in front of several vans that looked packed and ready to go. His eyes quickly darted to you when he saw you approaching.
“Well, well, there’s my girl! You ready to head out?”
“Where are we going?” you frowned.
“Seeing if you can fuckin’ handle a run. Now, come on.”
Negan whistled at his men to disperse and waved you over. They all climbed into the trucks and you followed Negan to one.
Your heart began racing. Finally you were getting a taste of the outside world again. He trusted you enough to come with him, or rather he was seeing if he could trust you. He was finally giving you a chance.
You climbed into the passenger seat, almost grinning from ear to ear. Negan entered on the driver��s side and glanced over to you as he buckled himself in.
“Well shit, if I had known this would make you this happy I would’ve done this a long time ago.”
“I didn’t think pleasing people was your strong suit.”
“Darlin’ you wish you could see the pleasing I can do.”
You leaned back into your seat, quickly turning to the window so he couldn't see your blushing cheeks.
You heard him chuckle to himself and start the engine, the truck roaring to life. You watched as several vans pulled out of Sanctuary and your van followed them past the gates and down the road. You drove down the dirt path for a few minutes and you watched as it slowly began to get lighter outside. It was nice to see the sunrise again and it had been several months since you had taken a ride in a vehicle.
“You're sure fuckin’ quiet. You nervous or something?”
Negan finally broke the silence, taking his eyes off the road to glance over to you.
“No, I'm fine. Just glad to get out that's all.”
“Well I'm sorry to keep you cooped up like some caged bird or something. It's just that I've had a lot of runs go wrong with a lot of different people, so I'm a little fuckin’ cautious about who I send out.”
You nodded quickly. “No, I totally understand...I really do appreciate this Negan.”
“It's nothin’ darlin’. Just don't fuck it up, that's all.”
You both drove in silence until the sun had fully risen and you wondered how much longer it would take. You stared out the window, watching the trees roll by. Despite more than half of the entire population being dead, you were surprised how beautiful nature still was. The leaves and flowers still bloomed, the birds still sang, and the sun kept on shining. It was just the humanity that had died. Along with civilization itself.
Just when you had about nodded off, you felt the truck come to a stop.
“You ready, babydoll’?” Negan smiled, opening his door and jumping down from the truck. You followed, quickly unstrapping your seatbelt.
Negan swung Lucille over his shoulder and you followed him to a set of large gates. A group of men followed you, including another rather scary looking woman with dark curly hair, tied up and dyed blonde at the ends.
Negan approached the entrance and ran Lucille along the iron gating, much like a child running a stick along a fence.
“Little pigs, little pigs! Let. Me. In!” he called.
You all stood for a few minutes with no response.
“Not a way to treat your guests, now is it?”
After what seemed like forever, the gates shrieked loudly as they opened. A tall man with brown hair and stubble stood at the gates, practically glaring at Negan.
“Um, who are you?”
Negan took a dangerous step closer to him and gripped Lucille tighter. An amused smile curled his lips.
“Oh, you have got to be jokin’. I’m Negan, this is Lucille.” He gestured to the barbed bat on his shoulder. “I know I had to make a strong first impression.”
The man frowned, sighed, and stepped aside to let you all in. You followed Negan and were immediately in awe of the large neighborhood. It almost looked untouched from the apocalypse and it reminded you of what suburban life was like before everything went to shit.
“What is this place?” you whispered.
“Alexandria. I’m actually really thankful I ran into these sorry shits. This place is fucking great. And not to mention, they’re fucking terrified of me. They provide for us.”
You nodded, following Negan to the center cul-de-sac that served as the center of the camp.
“Alright, you guys go check out houses and see if they’ve brought us any more supplies. Don’t be afraid to bust the fuckin’ doors down if they don’t answer,” Negan directed. “Y/N and Arat, you two come with me.”
You and the girl with curly hair stepped forward and followed him.
You were really surprised how well whoever ran this camp kept up the place. The security was impressive, and you hadn’t even heard walkers outside the giant metal walls. Staring at the way the rays sunlight splayed across the vinyl sidings of all of the houses...you could see yourself living here. Or at least living here before the End of Days.
You came to a house with a large set of stairs and another set leading down into a basement.
“Ladies, if you could go down and check out the inventory.”
You and Arat nodded, heading down the steps into the basement.
A larger woman with glasses and dark hair was already inside, checking off things from a blue notebook. She jumped when you two entered.
“C-Can I help you?” The woman had a sweet voice and seemed rather panicky.
“Yeah, by giving me the damn clipboard and letting me do my job,” Arat spat, approaching her and taking the book from her hands.
You frowned. That was completely unnecessary. You hadn’t even known Arat for more than two seconds and you already thought she was a rude bitch.
The woman retreated to the other corner of the room, watching you both intently.
“Y/N,” Arat started, not even looking up from the notebook, “you’re originally from the armory right? Get to checking these guns and see if they’re all here.”
You approached the first rack, calling out the names and makes of each weapon out to Arat. She placed a check next to each item that was in inventory. After you told her the last rifle on the rack, you heard her hiss quietly. She quickly turned to the woman in the corner.
“Really, lady? Was it that hard to do your fucking job?”
“What are you talking about?” the woman stuttered.
“Well then, you can tell the boss why you’re so incompetent.”
Arat walked over and grabbed the woman roughly by the arm and dragged her towards the stairs.
“Jesus, Arat!” you called after her, following them both back outside.
Arat pushed Olivia towards Negan when she reached the top of the stairs. The woman stuttered ‘please no, I don’t know’.
Negan gave a stern look to Arat.
“Arat, we don’t do that unless they do something to deserve it.”
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “We went through the inventory. The guns in the armory, the guns that are out on the walls...they’re short. A glock 9 and a 32 bobcat.”
She handed the notebook to Negan and the woman watched him nervously as he flipped through the pages.
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” the woman swallowed nervously, “The inventory is correct.”
“Good...but not so good, too.” Negan took a step closer. “You see, what’s in here...isn’t in there. You’re two handguns short. Do you know where they are?”
The woman shook her head quickly.
“That’s disappointing. This shows that someone’s not on board and I can’t fucking have that.”
He glowered down at her. She continued to cower in fear.
“I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can fucking waste all the live long, but the end of the day, Olivia my dear, this was your responsibility.”
“Jesus Negan, just stop it!” you finally piped up, surprised at the tone of your own voice.
Negan stopped and turned to you, a glare in his eyes.
“Do not tell me what to do right now, Y/N. This shit’s life and death around here.”
Olivia gave a quick look to you and back to Negan, who was still incredibly close to her.
You swallowed, taking a step forward.
“I know, but there has to be another way. Please don’t kill her, we will find those guns.”
Negan sighed, regaining his composure and leaning back from Olivia, “I’ll let this one slide. For now, only because I’m in a good mood today. Be thankful that my wife must fuckin’ like you, Olivia.”
Olivia nodded quickly, looking over to you with a thankful look in her eyes.
“Now what do you suppose we do about finding those guns, Y/N?”
In all honesty, you didn’t know. You didn’t know these people at all. For all you knew, someone could have stolen them or went on a run and took them with them. All you knew was that you had to think of something quickly.
“What the hell is going on here?”
A voice broke your concentration and thankfully the situation you were in. You all turned around to a man quickly approaching you.
“Rick, my fuckin’ man! ‘Bout time you got out here.”
Your heart almost stopped beating in your chest. You were surprised you didn’t become a walker right then and there.
“Rick?” you breathed, your voice barely an audible whisper.
Rick stopped cold in his tracks and stared at you.
“Y/N.”
“Woah, am I fucking missing something here?” Negan stepped forward and stood beside you.
An awkward silence hung in the air because neither you or Rick knew what to say. What was there to say?
“Do y’all fucking know each other?”
More silence filled the air as Arat, Olivia, and anyone else passing by stopped and watched you three intently.
Rick finally nodded, his eyes still wide in shock.
“May I ask how?”
You looked down to the ground, thousands of memories flooding back to you.
“I um, used to be part of their group.”
Negan leaned back, a dumbfounded expression spreading across his face.
“No fuckin’ shit! You’re telling me that out of all the people left in the goddamn world, you know this motherfucker?”
“Yes.”
Negan gave a hearty laugh, even slapping his knee a few times for comical effect.
“That is really rich! I can’t believe you used to be apart of these sorry shits. Boy, you’ve changed, Y/N!”
Rick finally took a step forward. Even he looked terrified in front of Negan. Rick was one of the strongest people you knew.
“Negan, can I please speak to Y/N in private?”
Negan calmed down from his laugh, wiping a tear from his eye.
“And why do you think you can speak to my wife in private?”
You could see Rick flinch at the word from the corner of your eye.
“Negan, please. It’s okay.” you reached out and touched his arm gently, giving him a pleading stare.
He looked down at you, sighed, and waved you away.
“Fuck, darlin’. I’m not happy about it, but if you really want to...bring Arat with you. And make it fuckin’ quick, we’ve still got shit to do.”
You wanted to roll your eyes at the thought of Arat listening to your conversation but you nodded. You and Arat followed Rick down the street while Negan and a group of men headed towards another group of houses.
You approached a large house and followed Rick up the porch. Arat stood at the front of the stairs facing the street.
You were both quiet, staring at eachother. He almost looked the exact same as you had seen him last. His beard was kept trim and his brown curls ended just below his ears. But God, he just looked so tired. As if he had seen so much more loss. More than he already had.
You wanted to say something. Anything.
“How’s Judith? And Carl?” You started, the only thing you could muster up saying.
He nodded, barely skipping a beat.
“They’re fine.”
“Good.”
That uncomfortable silence hung over you both again before Rick finally stepped towards you.
“Y/N, how could you be with him? Do you know what he’s done to us?” his voice was low, his southern drawl rolling out like crumpled velvet.
“Honestly, Rick, no. I haven’t heard a thing until we came here today. I didn’t even know you were here. I mean, this place Rick! This is so much better than the prison.”
“I know, we’ve done pretty well since you left.”
You closed your eyes, feeling the pain you had put behind you so long ago.
“Rick, I had to leave. You know that.”
“But you didn’t just leave us, Y/N....you left me.”
You sighed, and you could feel tears begin to well up in your eyes. Rick could’ve been dead this entire time for all you knew. You never thought you would be standing in front of him again.
“I can’t do this right now.” You turned to leave but Rick reached for your arm.
“I thought you were dead, Y/N. And now you’re, what, married to the son of a bitch who did this to us? The reason we’re all living in fear? As if it wasn’t enough for us to be running for our lives from walkers...now we have to be afraid of him?”
You spun around, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“I’m not married to him...it’s complicated. This whole thing is complicated, okay? I was doing fine on my own until I was sort of kidnapped into this. The Saviors don’t mess around when it comes to letting people join them. It’s either join or die, you know that Rick.”
He softened his grip on you, looking down to the ground. You felt that he understood what you meant. You knew Rick was a leader. You just wondered how Negan had broken him.
“You look good, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re alive.”
“You too Rick.”
He closed his eyes, and you could see the pain across his face. You wondered if being dead would’ve caused him this much pain, and if this pain you were causing him right now was any better.
“Well, um. I probably should go. I’m so sorry, Rick.”
You muttered quickly, not even turning to look at him again. You walked down the stairs, past Arat, and all the way past Negan, who was waiting at the cul-de-sac. You approached a group of men who were lifting boxes into the truck and began to help them load up. You didn’t even look over to Negan.
~ ~ ~
Arat approached Negan, her attitude growing as she was impatient and ready to leave.
“Well what the fuck was that all about? What happened?”
Arat shrugged, crossing her arms.
“Sounded like they used to be a thing or something. It sounded pretty pathetic, to be honest.”
Arat had never seen Negan’s face turn into a scowl so fast. She was sure a vein was going to pop out of his temple. He clenched his fists, swinging Lucille over his shoulder.
“Days over, everyone pack the fuck up!!” he bellowed.
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Dance Festival - Ch 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Race to the Edge Fanfic
Rating: K
Summary: Hiccup and his friends are called back to Berk for their annual dance festival. They all have to pick someone to dance with and participate this year. Hiccup has to lead the dances and convince Astrid to be his partner but that is easier said than done.
Set during Race to the Edge, RTTE - Hiccstrid
It was a warm, sunny morning on dragons edge. Not too hot, not too cold. The sky was clear, a slight breeze in the air and no dragon hunter ships in sight. Yep, today was perfect. Well perfect to do work, in Hiccup’s mind, but he decided that the riders could have the day off. They had done some solid work in the past week and they could really do with a break.
He walked to the clubhouse with Toothless trailing closely behind him. He entered to find all of them gathered around the table already eating breakfast.
‘Hey Hiccup,’ Tuff greeted, ‘Heather made breakfast today and it. is. DELICIOUS!’ He said licking his lips.
Hiccup went to a basket, got some fish for Toothless, then walked back to the table.
‘Yeah, smells good’ He answered as he took a seat next to Astrid.
He filled his plate with food and began eating.
‘So Hiccup, what are we doing today?’ Astrid questioned.
He swallowed his mouthful then answered, ‘Uh nothing…'
‘Wait WHAT?!’ They all shouted, genuinely surprised.
‘Yeah you heard me, you can all have the day off and relax.’
‘Oh Yeah!’
‘YES, we can use the boar pit today!’
‘Meatlug and I are going to do some relaxing in our rock garden.’
‘You losers do whatever you want, my beautiful face needs beauty sleep.’
Hiccup smiled, happy to see them like this. Usually they are arguing about one thing or another but it was a pleasure to see them have a normal conversation sometimes.
He turned to astrid, ‘What are you going to do today?’
She thought for a minute, but nothing came to her mind, ‘I don’t really know…’ She replied honestly.
‘Well if you like, you could come with me and Toothless to this new island we just discovered.’
She smiled. A whole day with Hiccup is more than she could ever ask for.
‘I’d love to Hiccup.’ Just as she finished talking, a green Terrible Terror landed on her shoulder, squawking loudly in her ear.
‘Oooh, Terror Mail!’ Fishlegs said excitedly.
She let the dragon perch on her arm as she removed the letter tied to its left leg.
On the front of the letter it had Stoick’s name on it so she handed it to Hiccup without reading it.
‘It’s from your dad,’ She said as he gently took it from her.
He read the letter with a look of disappointment on his face.
“Hiccup, as you should know, next week is our annual dance festival. I want you and all your friends back on Berk for it. Also you are all old enough to dance so you will be participating whether you like it or not. Find a partner and learn to dance.
Hiccup you will be leading the dances so I want you back on Berk at least three days before so I can get you some proper clothes.
And that is an order.
Signed, Chief of Berk.
As he finished reading it out to them, they had already began fighting.
‘Puh-lease Fishface, you are never going to find a partner.’ Snotlout mocked.
‘Yeah neither are you Snotty.’ Tuff quipped
‘Guys, guys, break it up,’ Hiccup said, standing between them all. ‘You can spend today finding a dance partner, then tomorrow we’ll all leave for Berk.’
They all head off in their different directions but Astrid remained with him in the clubhouse.
‘So I guess we’ll have to leave that new island trip for another day…’ Hiccup stated.
‘Yeah, it’ll be easier that way and that island isn’t going anywhere, we can go another time.’ She said. ‘I’m gonna go start packing… you should start too’ She smiled and walked out, heading for her hut.
Hiccup did the same but thinking about how to ask Astrid for the dance the whole way.
He spent the whole afternoon trying to muster up the courage to ask her to be his partner.
Finally he decided that he should ask before Snotlout or someone else asked.
He slowly walked up the pathway to her hut. Thinking about what he was going to say when she opened the door. So far he had nothing at all. He started panicking when he realised he was standing right in front of her hut.
Taking a deep breath, Hiccup nervously knocked on her door and waited patiently. He flinched when she opened it but tried to put on a normal face.
‘Uhh, Astrid!’ He blurted out. ‘H-hi Astrid, hi Astrid, H-hi.’
Why is Thor's name was he stuttering?
She raised an eyebrow ‘Are you okay Hiccup?’
‘Y-yes I-i’m… f-f-fine!’
‘You’re stuttering’ She started slowly, ‘You haven’t done that in years.’
She eyed him carefully noticing how he stepped back in fear when she came forward.
‘You’re acting like I’m going to kill you, though I must say it is quite amusing.’ She said with a grin.
‘Y-yeah’ He laughed awkwardly ‘I just came to ask…’ He paused, unsure how to ask her without having his head chopped off.
‘Hiccup, just say it, I’m not going to kill you’ She joked, but he took it quite seriously and didn’t believe her.
‘You’re h-holding an a-axe…'
She looked at the weapon and then threw it far out of her reach.
He seemed a tiny bit reassured at that.
‘Seriously Hiccup, what is it that you are soo afraid to ask me?’
‘If I ask, you are going to kill me.’
‘No, I promise I won’t, now you can tell me.’ She said hoping he would trust her. Why in Thor’s name does he think that she would kill him anyway?
He took a deep breath, determined to actually ask this time.
‘Ok….. willyoubemydancingpartner?’ He immediately recoiled away from her, covering his face with his arms, shielding himself from any axes or punches that might be coming his way.
He slowly peered through his fingers when he realised she wasn’t about to kill him. Instead he saw her amusedly smiling at him.
Astrid honestly had no idea why he was soo scared to ask her, but in all honesty she was glad that she wasn’t the one who had to ask him. Now that would have been terrifying.
But here he was, asking her to be his partner for the dance and she couldn’t be happier.
‘Sure Hiccup’ She said, laughing at how surprised he looked at that.
‘Wait, really?!’
‘Yes.’
‘Ok, uh, wow, umm, yeah I’ve got to go now, so uhh bye?’
She laughed, he was still stunned by her response and didn’t know what else to say.
‘Haha, yeah ok bye Hiccup’ She smiled, he really is a dork.
Wow, that could have gone way worse, he thought.
He hurriedly walked down the path back to his hut. Smiling every step of the way.
Hiccup was still unable to believe what just happened. He felt like the luckiest guy Midgard to have Astrid Hofferson as his partner for the dance.
He was about to take the path leading up to his hut when he heard Astrid call him.
‘Hiccup, wait up!’
Oh Thor, its only been two minutes, did she change her mind already?
‘Hey Astrid, whats up?’ He asked.
‘Oh nothing, just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk, I mean we have the day off don’t we?’
‘Yeah why not’ He smiled.
The began walking with no real destination, just savouring their time together.
‘So…’ Astrid said, breaking the silence, ‘has everyone else picked a partner yet?’
‘I’m pretty sure Heather is going with Fishlegs and Tuffnut is still content on going with chicken’ He said laughing.
She laughed as well.
‘Yeah I’m not sure if Snotlout has convinced Ruff yet.’ She said with a grin.
‘Haha, I doubt he ever will, but it surprises me that he didn’t ask you.’ Hiccup stated in a sort of relieved tone.
‘Oh believe me he did, but only when I pounded him into the ground did he get the message.’ She said laughing.
Silence fell upon them once again. Both of them were smiling as they began walking back towards the huts.
Aaand... Thats chapter 1 done. Next one will be coming soon I promise!
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