#( i just had the image of the doctor running as fast as he could down the pier. yelling )

[orcasoul]

Broken Part 3

Summary: Din is on the brink of death. The only way to save him is to remove his helmet. Surely he'll understand and forgive you... right?

Warnings: Swearing, description of injuries, angst, established relationship, use of Y/N.

A/N: the amount of comments and re-blogs for the first two parts of this story has blown me away. Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to read this, and for all the love and support.

Word Count: 5,503

The world ceased to exist for Din the moment he saw your limp body sprawled on the floor. All that remains now is you; all that matters is you. He doesn't even remember closing the gap to get to you. One second he's frozen with fear and the next he's at your side, cradling your face in both hands. "Cyar'ika? Sweetheart, can you hear me?! Can you open your eyes?!" The tremble in Din's hands have now moved to his vocal chords, each word laced with worry and regret. "Come on, sweet girl. I need you to open your eyes." Din begs, gently tapping your cheek, but you give no response.

He's sure your eyes were open a moment ago.... or maybe it was wishful thinking, his mind conjuring up the image to give him hope. Ripping a glove off, he feels for your pulse. You're alive but your pulse is... wrong. It's much too fast. That combined with the trembling and sweat soaking your skin, it can only mean one thing; a blood infection. Din pulls up your blood encrusted shirt and gently removes your makeshift bandage to reveal an inflamed and angry looking blaster wound. "Dank farrick!" Din curses under his breath.

He'd had his fair share of infected wounds throughout the years, so he knows just how bad this can get. Guilt begins to consume him, the intensity threatening to drag him down into a pit of despair. He caused this. This is his fault. He'd abandoned you when all you did was love him. And now, this is what you have to show for that love. He'll never forgive himself if you... nope, that won't happen. "It's okay, Cyare. I've got you, I've got you," Din whispers as puts his glove on, then slides an arm under your back and the other under your knees.

He stands slowly with you, not wanting to aggravate your wound and tucks your head into his chest. A pained moan wheezes past your blue tinted lips. "Kriff, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Din's heart sinks at hearing you in pain, hoping you'll never have to make that sound again. You won't if he has his way. "I'm gonna get you help and then I'm taking you home," Din promised, then ran from the cave and back towards the village.

By the time he got close to the village, Din could barely walk. Almost an hour of continuous running had pretty much pushed him to the edge of his endurance. But every second was critical, so he'd pushed and pushed his now exhausted body, ignoring the protest of his lungs, his limbs and his back. He almost cried with relief when entering the village, falling to his knees and holding you tight. "Help! Somebody help her, quick!" Din screamed as loud as he could.

A group of villagers ran to where Din had collapsed, a few of them quickly taking you from his arms and into a large hut, while yelling at others to find the village doctor. "Where are... they... taking her?" Din asked, breathlessly. "Medical bay," a man answered, as he and another man helped Din to his feet, each draping his arms over their shoulders. "They'll take good care of her, promise." Din straightened, nodded his thanks to the men and on wobbly legs followed you into the hut.

Din felt utterly useless as he sat and watched the doctor and nurses tend to you. He wants to help, every instinct screaming at him to do something, but he can't. All he can do is sit and stare numbly at your deathly pale face and slowly rising chest. You've never looked so fragile before and it takes all of his willpower to not fall apart right then and there. He silently observes the medical team as they hook you up to a drip and monitor (courtesy of the New Republic, along with a generator and more modern equipment) and clean and stitch the wound on your side.

And in all this time you haven't even flinched. Was he too late? Do you even have the strength left to survive this? Din is pulled from his anxious thoughts by a hand on his shoulder and a soft but professional voice addressing him. "Mando?..." the doctor began, waiting until Din's helmet turned his way. "We've closed the wound and administered antibiotics to fight the infection. She's lost a lot of blood and is very weak. We're trying to bring her temperature down to a safe level, but all we can do now is wait. It's up to her now; she has to fight it."

"I understand," Din replied sorrowfully. "Thank you for everything." "Of course," the doctor nodded and lightly squeezed Din's shoulder. "We'll give you some privacy." He cocked his head at the nurses, silently gesturing for them to follow him. Din sat beside you, at a loss for words. How could he have let this happen? If he hadn't been so closed minded, so damn stubborn and proud, if he'd just talked things through with you as you'd begged him to do, you wouldn't be here now, fighting for your life. You'd saved his life and he'd almost cost you yours. He doesn't deserve your forgiveness. But if by some miracle, you do forgive him and give him another chance, he'll never take you for granted and never leave you again, no matter what.

Din removes his gloves, desperately needing to feel you, skin to skin. Taking your smaller hand in his, he closes his eyes and just allows himself to feel. The softness of your skin, the warmth, the ridges of your knuckles. How he'd missed you! "Cyar'ika, I don't know if you can hear me..." Din murmured, guilt eating him alive, "But if you can, I want you to know how sorry I am for everything I've put you through. For everything I said. I was wrong and stupid. I want to make things right, so you have to fight. I know you can; I know how strong you are. Just... don't give up." Din prays you can hear him, but if you can, your still body shows no sign of recognition.

Sweat trickles down your forehead due to your fever. Din reaches into a bucket of iced water set beside your bed and rings out a cloth, placing it on your forehead. "Can we come in?" Din looks over his shoulder to see Omera and Winta by the entrance of the hut. With a silent nod, he beckons them in. They stand on the opposite side of the bed, Omera holding your other hand, while Winta leans down to lay her head by yours, arm slung over your chest in a gentle hug. "Is she gonna be okay now?" Winta looks at Din, eyes full of hope. Her expectant and pleading expression brings a crushing weight of uncertainty to settle inside Din's chest, because honestly, he doesn't know.

"Um..." Din clears his throat, "I hope so. It's too early to tell right now, but the doctors and nurses are doing all they can for her. Only time will tell." "What happened?" Omera asked through held back tears. Din looked from Omera to Winta and back to Omera again. Omera, understanding what Din is trying to silently convey - that this is not something a child should hear - gently places her hand on Winta's shoulder and asks her to wait outside. Winta places a kiss on your cheek and leaves. Omera takes a seat beside the bed. "Tell me," she urges, softly. "I found her..." Din's tone becomes frustrated, "Bleeding to death on a kriffing cave floor! She was all alone. I never should have left her; this is all my fault." Admitting it out loud just makes Din even more angry with himself.

"It's not your fault," Omera insists. "You couldn't have known this was going to happen." "But she shouldn't have been here inthe first place. She should have been home with me, safe." A moment of awkward silence passes before Din asks, "Did... she tell you what happened?" "Yes," Omera nodded. Din sighed. "I failed her." "You're here now. That's what matters. I'm not taking sides here, you're both my friends, but you should know she hasn't been herself since you left, more like she's been a shell of herself. She's missed you, so much. You and Grogu are her life. She's been so lost without you both."

Omera's words hit Din more brutally than that Mudhorn did back on Arvala - 7. He thought he couldn't feel any worse, but he was wrong. "Dank farrick!" Din swore, quietly, feeling sick at the thought of what he's done to you. "I... I don't know how to make this right." Din's shoulders slump in defeat. "Start by being here for her now. That's all you can do... until she wakes up," Omera offered, sympathetically. Din nodded. "Thank you for looking after her." Omera looked at you with a sad smile. "There's no need to thank me. She's family." Din's heart warmed at Omera affection for you. Gripping your hand tighter, he looks at your peaceful face and with conviction he replies, "Yes, she is."

The nurse returned a few minutes later to check on you. Omera took her leave - not wanting to impose - telling Din she's here for him if he needs her. Din held onto your hand the entire time the nurse fussed about you. "Hmm... her temperature's still a little high," she frowned, "Other than that, she seems to be doing okay." Din didn't get a chance to respond as your hand suddenly tightened around his and your whole body began to violently convulse. "What's-" "She's having a seizure!" the nurse exclaimed, grabbing an extra pillow to place above your head so you don't hit it on the headboard.

Din shot to his feet, ready to hold you, to comfort you. "Don't touch her!" the nurse warned. "You could hurt her if you try to restrict her movements." "Well... what do we do?!" Din shouted, feeling like he's about to lose his damn mind. "She just has to go through it I'm afraid. She's fitting because of the fever. These seizures look frightening, but they're normally quite harmless," the nurse reassured. As if that's any comfort right now. After what felt like an eternity - but was only a couple of minutes, according to the nurse - your jolting body began to calm until you were still once again.

Din released a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. The nurse checked your vitals again. "She stable now. I'll come back to check on her in an hour," she informed Din with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, before leaving the hut. As soon as the coast was clear, Din ripped his helmet off, dropping it by his feet without regard. He quickly but gently placed both hands on your cheeks and rested his forehead against yours, his tears dripping onto your face. "Don't you ever frighten me like that again! Do you hear me?!... Never again." The last two words came out in a choked whisper. Din kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. "Please my love, don't leave me."

Din winced internally the second those words left his mouth; those very same words that had been haunting him in his sleep. The last words you had said to him. Din reached for the cloth that had fallen on the floor during your fit, dunked it in the bucket and placed it back on your forehead before reaching for his helmet. He knows anyone could walk in at any moment, so it's best not to tempt fate. He places it back on and for the first time since taking the creed the helmet feels like a barrier instead of a comfort, the inch of Beskar separating you feeling more like a thousand miles.

The next several hours went by in a surreal blur for Din as he watched the doctor and nurses taking care of you, and also watching you for any indication of waking. They were even kind enough to bring him food since he never left the hut. The evening drifted into night, the whole village becoming quieter as everyone settled into their homes. Din remained glued to your bedside, politely refusing the offer of a hut to rest in.

He will not be more than a few feet away from you. A nurse assured him no one would enter again until morning - unless in case of an emergency, of course - so he can remove his helmet if he wishes. Din prepared himself to sit vigil with you all night. He took off his helmet and breathed deeply. If you wake tonight, his face is the first thing he wants you to see.

Sound is the first thing you notice, crickets chirping distantly, a strange beeping and... a voice? It sounds distorted, the words not making any sense to you. An involuntary whimper escapes you as you try to move your head, which at this moment, feels like a ten tonne boulder. In your hazy state, you feel something touching your face, smoothing featherlight strokes across you cheek. The voice is becoming louder, clearer as your mind begins to catch up with your body. It sounds familiar and you use it as a beacon to hone in on. Your eyelids fight against your will to open but you finally manage to do so, only to be met with blurry vision.

A few more blinks and your vision clears, focusing on the once blurry figure hovering over you. A face, but not just any face. Brown eyes, vulnerable and cautious, but also filled with relief and tenderness stare back at you. Brown floppy locks drape over his forehead and salt and pepper stubble adorn his jaw. You are completely taken aback. Are you dead? Or is your mind playing another cruel trick on you? "Hi, Cyare..." a voice you never thought you'd hear again whispers lovingly. It's that which snaps you from your stupor, confirming that you are alive and he's here!

"Din?!" your voice croaks harshly from disuse, scraping your throat on the way out. "Shhh..." Din continues to smooth the apple of your cheek. "Try not to speak Y/N? You're safe now." Your eyes shoot around the room, confusion and panic overtaking your senses. "You're in the village..." Din's low timbre brings an instant calm to you. "You're going to be okay." You try to get up but a sharp pain flashes through your torso causing you to gasp. Din's hands are pressed to your shoulders, gently but firmly holding you down, "Don't move. You'll tear the stitches," he tells you. Stitches? Then it all comes back to you; the attack on the village, the blaster shot and the cave.

Your eyes fall on Din's again and you panic. "Oh shit!" you gasp, weakly and shut your eyes tight, turning your head away. "Y...your helmet! Where's your helmet?!" Your heart beats wildly in your chest, guilt and alarm filling you once more. Maybe he forgot to put it back on, and now I've broken his creed, again! You bite your lower lip in worry, awaiting the inevitable chastisement... only it never comes. "Y/N?" Din's bare hand cups your jaw, turning your head to face him. "It's okay, look at me." You remain frozen, eyelids firmly locked in place, unsure of what you should do. "Please, Cyar'ika..." Din's voice is calm, soothing. "Open your eyes. I want you to see me."

It was with trepidation you slowly opened your eyes, Din's warm smile instantly easing your anxiety. Heaven's that smile! It would have floored you if you'd hadn't already been laying down. "There you are," Din said warmly. Too much is happening to fast for you to comprehend. "Din?... What?... How?" you stutter after every word, a part of you still unable to believe he's here. "I came for you, "Din interjected with purpose. "When I heard what happened, I couldn't get here fast enough. And when I couldn't find you I..." Din's voice shuddered, "I thought I'd lost you forever. I was so afraid."

The raw devastation of Din's voice along with the wretched fear in his eyes stabbed you right through the heart, releasing a torrent of tears; tears of heartbreak, of frustration, of relief and of love all mixed together in one huge outpouring of emotion. At once, Din's hands found your cheeks and he lowered his forehead to yours. "I am so so sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I was a fool. I love you." He gently pressed his lips to yours and, even though he'd hurt you, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his keck, returning the kiss and holding him close. "I love you, too." You couldn't deny it, deny him. You didn't want to.

Din slowly pulled his lips from yours, placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. "You should rest now, Cyare. Your body needs it. We'll talk more when you're stronger." "Wait!" You grip Din's wrist in panic. "You're not leaving, right?! You'll be here when I wake up?" Din smiled and kissed the back of your hand. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart, I promise." With that reassurance, you allow yourself to drift off once more.

When you awoke again it was to the poking and prodding of fingers checking your pulse, you temperature and your wound. "How are you feeling Y/N?" a kind older voice asked. "Mmm... thirsty..." you cough as your parched throat sticks together. Din appears immediately, holding a cup of water and a straw in front of you so you don't have to move. "Well, the good news is you're going to be fine," the doctor says, encouragingly. "And the bad news?...." you question, cautiously. "The injury you sustained was quite deep, so you'll have to take it easy for several weeks while you're healing. I know how you like to keep yourself busy," he adds with an apologetic look. "When you're feeling up to it I'll get you some soup. He places a hand on your shoulder and you thank him before he leaves.

Moments later a soft hiss turn your focus to Din as he removes his helmet. Your first thought is to shut your eyes and turn away, but you stop yourself. Din wants you to see him and, damn it, you want to see him too. The other two times you had seen him had been under dire circumstances but now... now you get to really see him and he takes your breath away. Your eyes trace every slope and contour of his features, taking your time to really appreciate just how devastatingly handsome he is. It feels wrong that he's had to hide such beauty for most of his life. Din offers a sheepish smile. "Hi," he breathes out quietly. It's obvious he's been in great emotional turmoil as he looks at you filled with remorse and with teary eyes.

"You stayed," you sigh in relief. "Of course I did," asserted Din, as if the thought of him doing anything other than stay is ludacris. "I told you I'm not going anywhere." You couldn't help but begin to cry again. Din brought a hand to your face, gently wiping your tears. "Hey, hey, you're okay." he whispered, fighting back his own tears. It kills him to see you in this state. "It's okay. Let it out. I've got you, I've got you." He so badly wants to gather you into his arms and tuck you into his chest as you fall apart, but he can't move you yet so he settles for resting his forehead against yours again. "I was... so...f...frightened!" you whimper between sobs, gripping onto his wrists for comfort. Hearing such intense fear in your words finally broke Din. His sobs joined yours, unashamedly.

"I don't know where to even begin," he choked out, "I'm so sorry.... fuck," he huffed at himself, sitting back to look you in the eyes. "I know that's not enough. There are no words to express just how sorry I am. I hurt you, and not just you, but Grogu too. I hurt the two most important people in my life. What kind of man does that?!" You can feel the self loathing radiating off of Din and it's agonising to witness. Before you can offer any comfort, Din continues, "I was so caught up in my dedication to The Way of the Mandalore that I refused to accept your perspective. I refused to see anything beyond the creed." Din hung his head in shame. "I was wrong and for that I'll always be sorry."

Wow! You weren't expecting that. The creed is everything to DIn, so for him to put you before it shows you just how much he must still love you. "What made you change your mind?" you ask in bewilderment. Din looked back to you and chuckled, lightly. "I had some sense knocked into me by Karga. He said some things I needed to hear." The corner of your mouth ticks up in an amused smirk. "I guess I owe him one." Both of your smiles faded as the tension still lingered. "How's Grogu?" You fight to keep from choking up again at the thought of him. Din rubs the back of his neck. "He's uh... he's okay, but he's missed you terribly."

Your heart aches for your poor liittle boy. "I missed him too, both of you. Is he here?" "No, he's with Karga. I didn't want to bring him in case..." Din trailed off, bile rising up his throat at the thought of finishing that sentence. Even though you feel the sting of disappointment, you nod in understanding. The last thing you want is for Grogu to see you like this. As long as he's okay, that'll be comfort enough for now. Do you need anything?" Din asks, breaking the silence that has fallen again. "Yeah. Could you help me sit up?" "You shouldn't move," Din insists, worry lacing his voice. "Please?..." you shift awkwardly, "I just need to change position."

Reluctantly Din nodded and stood over you, threading his arms under yours and around your back. Stars! You've missed his touch, the comforting warmth of his body against yours, even through his armour. "Easy now," Din cautioned as he carefully lifts you to a sitting position. You suck in sharply through your teeth as a sudden sharp pain spreads through your side. You feel Din tense in in response. "I'm okay," you reassure him. Din sat you back against the headboard and sat on the edge of the bed. "No, you're not okay. Nothing about this is okay. Not the way I treated you or the things I said. Dank farrick.! You almost died because of me!"

Din is on the verge of completely losing it. The only other time you'd seen him like this was when Grogu was taken by the Dark Troopers. "Din." You grab his hand, holding tight to ground him. "This isn't your fault. No one could have foreseen this." Din shook his head vehemently, unwilling to accept your words. "I should never have left you here. You should have been with me. Kriff, when I think back to the things I said to you..." Din lifts his head t the ceiling, rolls his eyes back and sighs. "It was cruel and I was wrong. I trust you. I was just so blinded by my arrogance, but deep down, I guess I understood why you had to remove my helmet. I just wouldn't admit it to myself, so I lashed out at you."

Din's fingers tighten around yours. "The truth is, if it were the other way around and you were hurt, I'd do the same thing." "Oh, Din." Tears burn your eyes as he lays his soul bare. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course, Cyare." Din smoothes the back of your hand, a silent gesture for you to continue. "Why now? Why are you allowing me to see you now? What about the creed? I know it's important to you." " It is," Din agreed, 'But you are far more important, and I wanted to show you just how important you are to me." You have no words, your eyes and heartfelt smile telling him what you cannot put into words. "I uh... I don't expect you to forgive me right now, I don't deserve it. But if you'll come home with me, I'll wait for as long as you need to-"

"Shhh..." you press a finger to Din's lips and look into his brown puppy dog eyes with tenderness. "I've already forgiven you, Ner Karta." Din is stunned! "W... what? Why?" He can't comprehend why you're so willing to forgive him, after all the pain he's caused. You reach over to stroke his cheek, feeling the rough stubble tickle your fingertips. "Back in the cave... I'd accepted I was going to die," you sniffle as you remember the feeling of despair that came with said acceptance. "All I could think about were you and Grogu, and I realised... I didn't want to die being angry with you. I wanted to go with only love in my heart, so in that moment I chose to forgive you."

Din exhaled as if he'd been punched in the chest. He's in complete awe of you. He'd hurt you beyond measure, almost gotten you killed and you still found it in your heart to forgive him. "I don't deserve your forgiveness," he mumbled in disgust at himself, eyes cast down. "I don't deserve you." You gently hook your fingers under his chin, lifting his head up so that you're looking into each others eyes. "Yes you do," you declare with certainty, "Everyone deserves a second chance, Cayare." Din closed his hand over yours resting on his cheek and, pulling it away, brushed a soft kiss on your palm. "I promise I will never hurt you like that again. No matter what problems come our way, we'll handle them together." "Together," you repeated breathily.

Din stared longingly into you eyes for a moment, then leaned into your face and you met him halfway, your lips joining in a delicate sweep, gently at first but becoming more intense as the seconds passed. His hands slowly slide up your arms and around your back, pulling you closer as he groaned into your now open mouth, his tongue caressing yours. You loop your arms around his neck, relishing in the familiar taste and feel you've been needing but denied for so long. It's as if an invisible weight has been lifted from your soul, all the anguish and sorrow floating away into the ether. In it's place; love, relief and the promise of renewal. You feel reborn. You slowly pull away from Din's plush lips, bury your head in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent of leather, gunpowder and something uniquely him.

Everything around you stills as you hold each other and just exist in this moment. "I love you so much," Din purrs into your ear. "I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I promise..." Din begins, straightening up and tucking your hair behind your ear, "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you." You chuckle quietly and shake your head. "That's not what I want." Din looks at you, confusion crinkling his brow. "I don't want you to live in guilt everyday. All I want is my family back and to move on from this. Can I have that?" Din's features soften and he smiles in understanding. "Meshla, you can have anything you want."

You pull din in for another kiss, this time a bit more forcefully. His eyes widen and he chuckles in response. Din finishes the kiss with little pecks to your nose, making you giggle. "Din?" "Mmm?" "Did you mean it?" Din tilted his head in question. You've seen him do that often with his helmet on and seeing him do it now without it is adorable. "Mean what?" "That I can have anything I want?" "Anything!" he declared with passion, holding onto your arms. You throw him a cheeky grin. "Can you get me some soup? I'm starving."

Din's shoulders relaxed and he laughed endearingly. "Of course. I'll be right back." He put on his helmet and walked to the entrance, stopping to look at you once more before leaving. Slumping back you lean your head against the headboard and sigh happily in sheer relief. It's over. This whole nightmare is finally over and in the past where it belongs. Your heart is finally at peace.

Two days later you're given the all clear by the doctor. As you finish packing your belongings into your bag a pair of strong arms wrap around your body in a loving embrace. You lean your head back onto Din's shoulder pauldron, close your eyes and hum in contentment. "All packed, Cyarika?" "All packed," you beam as you turn in his arms and plant a kiss on his helmet. "I almost forgot..." Din reaches into a pocket, your jaw dropping as he pulls out your beaded bracelet (now cleaned from dirt and blood). With a gasp you take it, looking it over in disbelief. "I found it not too far from the cave." "I thought I'd lost it," you exclaim, voice cracking with emotion. "Thank you!"

You slide it onto your wrist and wrap your arms around Din's waist, hugging him tightly. Din brings his hand to the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. "I can't wait to hold Grogu again," you gush into Din's chest. "He'll be overjoyed to have his mother back." You lift your head from his chest, your eyes gleaming with excitement. "Does he know I'm coming home? Have you told him?" A small chuckle came through the vocoder. "No, I thought we'd surprise him." You couldn't contain the massive grin that spread from cheek to cheek as you imagine the soon to be reunion with your son.

Just as you turn to reach for your bag, Din grabs it, slinging it over his shoulder. "I can carry the bag. It's not heavy," you protest teasingly with your hands on your hips. "Your not carrying anything until you're fully healed." You know that finality in his tone too well. "Bossy!" you roll your eyes in jest. "Yep," Din replied, popping the P for emphasis. He wrapped his arm around you and under your arm to support you, since walking is still slow and painful for you. Outside the hut a group of people had come to see the two of you off. Omera and Winta held onto you like there was no tomorrow.

"I never would have gotten through the last month without you," you whispered to Omera, trying to hold back your tears. "You're the best friend I've ever had." "Promise you'll visit us soon," Omera pressed. "I Promise," you smiled. "Will you bring Grogu with you?" Winta asked, excitedly. "Do you really think he'd allow me to come without him?" you laughed fondly as you pictured his little face. Winta giggled and you pulled them both into another hug. "I'll miss you both so much." "We'll miss you too," Omera said sadly. While saying your goodbyes and thanks to the others, Din approached Omera. "Thank you," Din exclaimed, "For everything. For being there for her." He knows he owes Omera a debt he can never repay.

"Of course," she smiled softly at him. "I'm just so glad you two could work things out." "Me too," Din smiled to himself. He looked down at Winta and patted her head affectionately, "Take care, you two." Din walked over to you, placing his hand at the small of your back. "Ready?" You smile and nod and Din holds onto you gently yet firmly as you slowly make your way to the the Razor Crest. Oh, how you've missed this big hunk of junk! You settle in the co-pilot's seat in the cockpit, the smells and sounds you'd taken for granted welcoming you back in their own way, and you take a moment to appreciate everything around you, even the way Din so expertly prepares the controls for take off.

Din turns to you, lacing his fingers through yours on your lap. "You ready to go home, Meshla?" he asks you, lovingly. You smile, placing your other hand over his. "I'm ready." Din returns to the controls, somehow managing to pilot the ship one handed while still holding your hand. The Crest rattles and shakes as it ascends, every minute bringing you closer to home, closer to Grogu. Silent tears begin to fall, but for the first time in a long time, the tears are not of sadness, but of joy.

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Put your hand on my shoulder

Jiaoqiu x fem!reader smut. +18 under cut.

Includes soft sex and pussydrunk doctor.

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Slender, long fingers carresed your face, following the shape of your nose, tracing your cheekbones and jaw, as if he tried to engrave every part of you in his mind, paint the image of you behind his blinded eyes so he never forgets how beautiful you used to look under him. He could feel your smile on his fingertips before you kissed them and teasingly sucked on his fingers, earning a quiet hiss out of him.

Now that he lost his sight every other sense sharpened to make up for it. When he touched your skin he felt just how soft and warm it is, his palms became source of pleasure not only for you but also for him. Jiaoqiu leaned down to lick across your neck and collarbones, intoxicating scent and taste of your skin filled his senses, taking away his self control. He craved to be buried deep into your warmth, till your scents mix perfectly with each other and you are marked with his smell just as he is with yours, making it obvious to everybody that you belong to each other. A perfect mating couple, impossible to separate. Jiaoqiu wished to fill your soul with his essence and you mind with thoughts about him and him only, so nobody can ever steal you away.

His hands seeked out your hips and his mouth moved down, sucking soft flesh of your breast into his greedy mouth. Encouraged by shivers that run through you foxian massaged your hips in slow, circular motion as he licked a straight line from your chest to your bellybutton. You giggled when the tip of his tongue tickled sensitive skin of your belly, and he pulled away for a second to open up your legs for him. Jiaoqiu kissed right above your clit, taking in your musky scent, then he dived into your pussy, breathing you in. Your hands found their way to his hair, scratching around his ears. He feasted on you, alternating between teasing your fragile bud and making out with your hole, his talented tongue targeting every right spot with surgeon-like precision and perfect understanding of your anatomy.

You cried out of pleasure, overwhelmed by his endless passion for your taste. Jiaoqiu was definitely a big foodie and he couldn't resist such a sweet treat right in front of him. He ate you out as if you were the best meal he ever had, and he didn't plan to waste a single drop. Jiaoqiu fed his pride on your sweet voice, letting every single praise get to his head.

Your release came so fast it surprised both of you, never before have you came so hard. When you opened your eyes you saw Jiaoqiu rising slightly from between your thighs with the most cocky grin you have ever seen.

- Do you mind if I ask for seconds, darling?

[theblueboxscholar]

People who think the Classic Doctor era Doctors don't fuck, have eyes clouded.

Like. I'm sorry. ONE had 13 children. Then collected son and granddaughter figures like crazy. Fell in love and got accidently engaged and was VERY OBVIOUSLY upset about having to leave her (Cameca), keeping the token of her affection.

TWO quite LITERALLY met Jamie, Polly said "can we keep him", Jamie said "ive got no better options. It's you or the south Americas." And TWO spent the better part of a season earning Jamie's loyalty. Jamie literally repeatedly fights off time lord mind wipes so he's more often than not plucked from time to do missions with Two whose also often out of time for Time Lord nonsense. Jamie is basically all TWO needed.

THREE (whooooo boy you guys are blind) literally was so smitten with Liz, but she was too smart to tolerate his nonsense, and he was SO grumpy about it. And then there's Ms. Josephine Grant. THEY LITERALLY MIRROR HIS MEETING HER WITH HER MEETING HER FUTURE HUSBAND. THEY ARE MIRROR IMAGES. JO LOVED THE DOCTOR AND HE LOVED HER! HE LITERALLY WENT AND STOLE THAT DAMN CRYSTAL, FOR HER! But too late, so it was a wedding present and he literally drove sadly off into the sunset.

Enter Sarah Jane who he also very quickly began "My dear"ing (something he does if you're special. Note two and three say this to the Brigadier as well 👀). They have such a short time together, but the amount of times he gently touches her face. They WHOLE fast cut away from Three nearly kissing her at one point (i believe it was Sarah not Jo, but that cut edit makes me so livid. Jon was going for the LIPS), and the way Sarah looks at Three. SHE WHOLE BREAKS DOWN when he's dying. And all he can do is touch her face and say "a tear for me Sarah?" He's so gentle and kind. She was so enamored with him. Very early Clara Twelve of her tbh.

FOUR and Sarah Jane are literally soul mates (my own preferences aside, I cannot deny them). Four is so into her. The way they act together is so Nine Rose, the way they behave. But then he runs away because damn those Time Lords again.

Enter Leela. Honestly. She's the first Classic Who lady (Vicki, Victoria, Polly, and Zoe don't count, they're too young) who's not romantically interested in the Doctor. And while he definitely loves her, it's more akin to platonic best friend soulmatism; Leela joins Barbara as a "Best Friend" of The Doctor. Aka both become Donna Nobles before Donna Noble. "I shall miss you too savage." Is a line that tears my heart out every time. He is so sad to leave her, but at least he knows where she is. (And whole rescues her from the time war during the day of the doctor event. What a man.)

Romana I. Now this one is tough. They're very obviously flirty, but there's a sort of school ground resistance about the attraction. She makes Four feel old because she thinks it's funny and he has to up his game to impress her cause she's not a backwaters human with no knowledge. (I'll be honest. She's my least favorite of the two so while I enjoy her and she's in great serials, I retain basically nothing. Will hopefully change with the next watch through.)

Romana II. She whole changes her face and body and shows it off like she's showing him new clothes. But she's also teasing him. They whole both fall into "well we have a son now... that's..fuckin great i guess" when they meet Adric. They both are such begrudgingly parental figures but they do it and they care about him so much. Romana's departure is lame. I said what I said. But it's fine. She eventually goes to do dubious lebianisms with Leela and her girlfriend and husband it's fine. Shhh.

Tegan. (This one might get me crucified ngl) Tegan and Five. I know. I hear you. But Tegan is bisexual. And she definitely had a developing thing for Five. The way they act together is so "we could probably be epic together, or at least satisfactory... if you'd just stop being an asshole for TWO SECONDS--!" They're the screaming cat kinda couple. That never manged to couple. Because there were kids (Adric, Nyssa.) And so much bullshit happening constantly. But also don't forget Five and his fling(s) with Harry Houdini. Harry definitely thought Five was pretty.

Five and Turlough. Did you even watch Five and Turlough? Are your eyes THAT clouded? That's a Doctor and his twink. And Turlough is a different brand of twink than Jamie, and he's not much of an attack dog. But Five quite literally knowingly and willingly rehabilitate and gives him more than a 2nd chance. He tends to Turlough. But also, like Sarah Jane, Turlough was 100% a writer getting back at BBC. "Oh you thought Jo Grant wasn't weak and feminine enough? You want us to make someone the opposite of her who will be a weak damsel? FUCK YOU! CURSES YOUR HOUSE WITH SARAH JANE SMITH! AN EVEN BIGGER BAD ASS THAN JO! HAH!", "you're homophonic? Fuck you, writes a literal faggy ass twink with long legs to fawn around with The Doctor, fuck you!" And best of all, it is canon that Turlough would have stayed forever if he wasn't trying to make The Doctor proud and tend his responsibilities. (You're a good boy T.)

PERI BROWN did not breast boobily throughout the Doctor Who backdrops (nearly catching her (the actress') death btw) for y'all to say The Doctor wasn't into her. FIVE was so into her. Sure it's a rebound so he tries to play it off, but Turlough sees it. Sees the "God i miss Tegan" vibes Five gives off. Peri Brown forcefully and loudly insinuated herself into the Doctods hearts. And good thung too, cause she is the ONLY companion who can handle the SIXTH Doctors nonsense. Only an American could tolerate his ass and still actually truly wholly love him. I'm sorry. Six whole would have murdered a man and changed so much history that earth would have been unrecognizable ALL because he thought Peri was dead. Like. Six would burn up a sun to bring Peri back to life. His only concern is "is Peri alive?!?" And relieved enough to see her alive and content (it's dumb) when the time lords lied and said he'd lead her to her death.

Mel. Oh sweet Mel. She joins the Pre-Donna Noble's gang (Barbara, Leela). But unlike the rest she is PLATONIC SOULMATE BEST FRIEND TO ALLLLLL THE DOCTOR, REGARDLESS THE FACE~ (bless her.)

Seven MAKES the CHOICE to be celebate Meaning, The Doctor's before him, FUCKED. SEVEN IS NOT ASEXUAL OR AROMATIC (you keep your headcanons going tho never stop ever ever ever youre doing amazing sweeties) and shows on a few occasions the desire to be close, but knows he's not worth it. (He's kinda right, but i still would REDACTED his REDACTED till the cats come home.)

Eight. ... HAHAHAHAHAHAHhHaha....

HahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANANAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

You think Eight doesn't fuck. Get the hell outta here man. Fuck haha. That's hilarious.

"The world doesn't end just because The Doctor dances." Did... did you miss that Dancing is a metaphor for sex? Oh... sweet innocent bean. Baby. Baby. Rose Tyler was talking about fucking. Jack Harkness was talking about fucking. The Doctor was embarrassed bevause he's rusty/he HIMSELF that version, had yet to fuck. And then they all three did. A lot. There was so much weird fucking and flirting between The Doctor Dances and Boom Town. It's not even subtle.

Ten. Rose is RIGHT there. You're an idiot. ♡ ilu tho.

Martha wishes, but she dodged a bullet.

Donna Noble is best friend shaped, they literally show no sexual chemistry. They are platonic best friend soulmates. They love each other, would die for each other, but fuck each other? No. Not even a little. Having to kiss even under duress might mean avtual death because neither of them could pull it off convincingly.

Eleven fucks way more than Nine OR Ten but it's so far and in-between he always feels kinda awkward about it. But also he's FAKING the hip with the youngins stuff. All of Eleven is an act. He admits it A LOT. And he showcases a few times he CAN turn on the sauve I know what I'm doing thing. Usually at the wrong times but still. He and River fuck. So much.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND ESTEEMED MEMBERS OF THE NONCOMFORMING--CLAAARA OSWALD~

Clara and Eleven start off as awkwardly flirty, a sort of unintentional cat and mouse. I mean the whole "this isn't a ghost story, it's a love story" scene wasn't exactly subtle. Yes he's referencing Ten and Rose unintentionally most likely, but narratively it's telling us the audience that it's talking about 11 Clara. It's also the first on screen moment we see the light bulb go off for Clara. She KNOWS now that he likes her for sure for sure.

Oh Twelve Clara we're really in it now huh? Like Sarah Jane Smith before her, Clara Oswald wants to WRECK that old man. She has a whole tirade to madam Vastra about how she's always been into old dudes so The Doctor is TOTALLY still her type MORE so in fact now! (Look. She was unprepared for a traumatic regeneration event. She comes around, grow up. AS if Rose Tyler wasn't there sobbing like a baby about it.) And then she spends the rest of her run doing nastier shit than fucking with Twelve until it literally kills her. She fucks so much with The Doctor, matches his fucking freak in ways companions of the past (Jo Grant you are excluded from this) just haven't! She manages to make The Master (Missy) jealous! HA! YOU THOUGHT THE MASTER WAS JEALOUS BEFORE???? NOOOOoooOoooo hahahahahha. Not since Delgado!Master has The Master sort of had a situationship with the Companion. Clara matched Twelves freak so much it literally killed her, and then it didn't.

Bill is a lesbian and that's her grandad.

Again. River Song is right there, and Twelve spent 24 years fucking her. And probably crying after, because let's be real... we'd cry to if we got to fuck River Song.

Yasmine Kahn... you're kicking yourself for not fucking The Doctor. And she's definitely kicking herself to stop her from kicking you too for not fucking her! (From the show alone, there was definitely no fucking. At least not between Yas and Thirteen. Thirteen does fuck however.)

Fourteen. Personally, I think he fucks. I think companions will be calling him up, catching up, and they're definitely going to end up in bed together. Like, the ONLY reason he wouldn't fuck Tegan now is because she's married to Nyssa and that'd be weird cause she's a daughter figure. /he'd make that great grossed out face David does./ But you cannot tell me he doesn't invite Dan out to France and they end up getting down and dirty in a way that would have NEVER happened with Thirteen. It briefly makes Dan wonder if he's a lesbian now. Fourteen just says he doesn't think that's how it works.

But in all seriousness, Fourteen probably could, and probablt gets offers, but more often than not he probablt just wants to chill, share dinner, maybe watch telly nothing more.

Fifteen. /Will Smith gesturing meme/ LOOL AT HIM! YES OF COURSE HE FUCKS! (Begrudgingly I gesture to Rogue. If the night had been longer they definitely would have fucked. But we'll probably never see him again so I'm not holding my breath.)

Let the scales fall from your eyes! Go, rewatch, SEE.

(This message is NOT for repulsed asexuals. You just keep doing what you're doing~ 👍🏻)

[flw3rrr]

My forever dove

Paring: Billy the kid X fem!reader

Rating: 18+ NSFW MDNI

word count: 4.2k

Summary: wanted for murder. You escape to an old friend's house to find shelter, gaining safety from the law hunting you down. when suddenly Billy sees your face plastered onto a wanted flyer.

Warnings: alcohol usage, unprotected PnV (wrap it up), Oral (Fem receiving), Swearing, fingering, Betrayal, Death, murder, plot twist at the end, No happy ending, NOT PROOFREAD, rifles/guns, no description of reader, No mentions of Y/n.

Please 100% let me know if I missed any warnings! my inbox Is open and free for ask's and requests

Bold = Flashbacks (Note: Had to save this to post for when the new episodes came out <3 )

The sky was dark and gray, as the clouds were gray and threatened to rain any second. Thunder is heard in the distance as you arrive at an old friend's farm house. The farm wasn't really alone in the middle of nowhere; there were other houses in the distance, but they were far away for privacy. Knocking onto the door as tiny droplets of rain had begun to fall and hit the dirt ground, awaiting your friend's response.

You'd been running from the law for quite some time after having an accidental run-in with someone, which caused the gentleman to lose his own life. But in your defense, he earned it after you saved a couple of people from him. He was yelling and screaming and took out his pocket knife. An instant reaction came from your body as you tackled him to the ground, resulting in cuts and clothing being ripped when your hand suddenly knocked the knife from his hand, which landed into his throat.

But before you could get any words out to the law, you were defending yourself and explaining how you tried to hold him down to save those strangers, but there was no mercy, calling you a heartless and unlady person, quickly getting up and running away before your leg was shot. Not noticing it for quite some time as your adrenaline was pumping quickly, running as fast as you could before falling to the ground, a numb, painful, cold yet warm feeling as you looked to see a dark red liquid pour out of your leg along with a trail.

Your thoughts were blank in confusion as you processed the image in front of you. Your vision began to go blurry as you saw the outlines of the lawmen running to get you. Before the darkness consumed you. Coming back to your realization, your friend opened the door for you. "What are you doing here?" She spoke in confusion and worry, seeing your pale, tired face. "Oh Mary, thank God you opened. Please just let me in, and I'll explain everything," letting out a sigh of relief as the door opened wider.

The second you stood foot into the house, the rain began to downpour aggressively. Mary guided you to take a seat at the wooden table, handing you a drink to warm you up. "So why have you come here as if you just had a worrying moment or as if you saw a ghost?" Her words filled up with concern, yet a serious expression was seen on her face. Looking up at her with a painful look and glossy eyes before opening your mouth to explain everything, start to finish.

Your senses slowly came to you as your eyes slowly blinked open as you heard voices speak in the distance, talking, yet you could not comprehend what they were saying. Slowly leaning up, your eyes wander to your leg, seeing a white bandage wrapped around it, though it hurts to move. "Ah, it seems you're awake now; the doctor came by and removed the bullet. gotta keep you alive to give you a trial at least." The sheriff laughed at the end as he sat behind his desk. You tried to sit on the edge, but the pain prevented you from moving more than you could have, forcing you to sit in an uncomfortable way.

Looking at the sheriff before speaking to him. "But I am innocent. I was only stopping the man from harming those people. They saw me; just ask them, and they would tell you I was trying to protect them." The words you spoke hurt your throat. Dry and desperate for a drink to relieve the pain sensation.

A laugh was heard from the sheriff, who was shaking his head as he laughed before speaking once more. "Lucky for you, Miss. I did my research and asked them. They said you attacked them. That's all I needed to know—you were the wrong one and a danger to this town." Standing up immediately, the sting and major pain shot through your leg, and you grabbed onto the bars of the cell.

"They are lying; I swear, I was only protecting them; they are the ones who lie, not me!" You yelled in despair to defend yourself. The sheriff just shakes his head as if you were speaking riddles and jokes, not taking you seriously. "You can say that all you'd want. it’s what they all say, but nothing happens." He walked off to another room, leaving you alone and in great pain. But four days later, you managed to escape with a few others who were arrested and were sent to hang with you. Kindly, they guided you away through the bricks of the wall as your leg was still healing. Leaving you to take a horse and begin your journey to Mary's farm.

Mary spoke your name softly, placing her hand above yours that laid on the table. "So now you're wanted and to be sent to death." You nodded slowly, a slight panic in your face as you suddenly remembered someone you knew a long time ago: Billy. Your good friend, your old lover, somebody who understood you and treated you with the most kindness you ever had gotten. You heard he had gotten a name for himself and was known to almost every lawman in the towns. Now both of you were in the same boat, yet he had more experience than you. praying silently that he'd find you before the law did.

Mary looked to the side before speaking up, almost unheard, as a loud crack of thunder cried out. "I'll try my best to hide you, but you know I won't be able to forever." Stating as she looked you in the eye with a serious tone. Mary was known for being honest, never doing dirty work, and never lying to those she spoke with, including never lying to the law. Knowing deep down this played something big in her life, you agreed to stay for a while, and once your leg healed, you would flee farther away from here.

Taking her hands and playing your forehead on them, giving a silent thank you, and looking up at her with gratitude. "Thank you, thank you, Mary. Thank you so much. I'll never ask again, I promise." feeling the weight of fear dissolve from your body. 

Mary led you to a guest room that was small but yet had a warm bed, and that's all you cared about, giving your body the proper care to fully heal and rest. The rain was still pouring hard, but it always sang you to slumber as a child growing up.

being left alone to dress in a loaned nightgown from Mary and fresh wraps to wrap around your leg, hissing as you cleaned it from a little whiskey, which your good friend also handed with a clean cloth, making sure your night was painless as it was for the past four days.

Once, after getting into the bed all clean and comfortable, you sigh out of gratitude, thankful for being safe as long as God has granted you. Leaving the candle flame to dance until it burned out. Letting slumber claim your exhausted body to comfort.

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Billy walked into a saloon with Jesse and a few other men for a drink as a celebration for a good day's work. Walking up to the man who ran the bar, signaling for a whiskey. "This time, don't be worried about getting all out, 'ight?" Jumping from the slap onto his shoulder, Billy looked at Jesse before smiling, "Don't have to worry 'bout me. I'll just do fine."

His head looked around the saloon, looking at the decor and seeing drunk fools tumble over anything and even nothing. Then his eyes land on a wanted board... In one of the sketches, looking a little too familiar, he took a last swig before walking over.

Just as he reached up to the bulletboard, he admired the sketch of the woman, upon his eyes landing to see your name. You, his dove The name of your favorite bird, which you found breathtaking and admirable. Looking around the room to see if anyone was paying attention, he took the paper off, shoving it into his pocket. Jumping at the noise of a man behind him, he turned to see a man, half blind in his left eye, with hair almost gray and missing teeth. "Plannin' to catch that one, eh?" The man asked, his rough southern voice yet scratchy voice almost filling the room.

​​Billy stayed silent for a moment. Every question flew through his mind. What did you do? How on earth did you get into trouble? Taking a deep breath before asking. "Yeah. What exactly did she do though?" looking at the old man shake his head before speaking again, his eyes burning into his. "The real question is, what hasn't she done?" Billy's head followed the man as he sat down. Taking a sip of whiskey before speaking one more. "These fools believe someone like her killed a man."  

The words rang through his ears. Killed? "I saw it myself actually... She was defending a couple. A man was threatening, taking him down and fighting, which caused the knife to slip and land into the man's throat." Billy imagined the scenario of you going through it as the man explained deeper. "My guess the law was so desperate for a crime they took that chance... bribed everybody to lie to get her in trouble... even shot her in the leg as she tried to run." His head shot up, looking at the man in the eyes. Anger filling up through each bone of his body. "Why did they do that exactly?!"

The old man shook his head. "No clue.. I asked them, but they paid me to stay silent. Didn't take it though." Clearing his throat before pointing his hand at Billy. "She escaped though. A couple of outlaws escaped by the building. was blown up by the gang, and they kindly took her and helped her escape, but from what I've known was her last location, she was seen alone.. possibly going to a hideout." Billy quickly thanked the man before walking off to Jesse, eager to find you as quick as possible before the law did. "Jesse is leaving. I have business to attend to; it's urgent." Speaking harshly while gathering his stuff. "Woah woah, what's gotten' you into a twist?" Raising his hands up as Jesse looked at Billy. "Just a job... I'll be back." Storming out of the saloon before heading out. 

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Mary gave you chores—nothing hard on your leg but simple chores to keep you busy and earn your stay until your leg fully heals. The hot sun beating onto your back as you placed a bucket of hay down for the animals, wiping the sweat off your forehead as you sighed and began to walk back into the building, limping as your leg stung in pain. Sitting down onto the wooden chair, you held tears from the pain before Mary walked in front of you, handing you whiskey. "Here should help with the pain... just don't drink it too fast or you won't have any left." Nodding your head before you took a sip, the drink cooling your dry throat before looking up at her. "You're too good to me, Mary," you let out a chuckle. "Well, I don't just leave helpless friends alone while in pain. You rest for now. I'll cook a little something. I do need to go down later on, just so you know." 

Nodding as you let Mary alone cook, knowing she enjoys that time alone to focus deeply. your head hitting the pillow as you think before falling asleep. 

Being shaken awake by Mary as she spoke your name, which deeply scared you. "Jesus Mary, what is the issue?" You placed your hands onto hers, which kept its place on your shoulders. "There is a man near here. I'm not sure who, but he seems to be coming this way." Those words worried you as you stood up limping to the door. Peaking out to get a glimpse, but the sun setting gives a challenge of guessing. "Go out there and confront him with your shotgun." Mary's eyes widened. "Are you insane?" Shaking her head as you hand her shotgun, opening the door before pushing her out. 

As you now watch peeking behind the now open door, watching Mary sigh before taking a few steps in front of the silhouette. "Stop right there... hands where I can see them, mister," hearing the tone of uncertainty filling her throat as she spoke. Watching as the man got off his horse before raising his hands. "I'm not here for trouble, miss." As the words came out of his mouth, you recognized that very voice... Billy... "And that exactly is...?" Mary's hand shook. "I'm looking for- '' His words cutting off as you rushed out before slamming into him, hugging him deeply. His scent of whiskey and cigarettes and gunpowder comforted you.

His arms quickly wrapped around your waist, tightly afraid you'd disappear from him. Moving to look at him to admire his face, which looked... sad and tired. "How on earth did you find me?" You asked. "I have my ways. I even found out the trouble you're in by the law." Staring into one another's eyes before Mary spoke up. "I enjoy a reunion, but we need to go inside; law likes to search at this time." Guiding both of you into before shutting and locking the door

With everyone now seated at the table, the only thing heard was the clock ticking. "So how did you... get here?" Billy asked, breaking the silence. He knew just wanting to know your view from it. Your gaze goes to him before you smile at him. His presence brings you joy and comfort. "A group helped me. I got a horse, and this place was the closest.. and I'm here until my leg fully heals." Just watching him, you could see how his heart broke for you. yearning to place your hand onto his.. to feel him and let him know you're alright.

With Mary not knowing what to do now with two people in her house that were wanted by the law, she grew tense at the thought that if the law found them here, she as well could be in big trouble. Before snapping back to reality, she looked at the both. "I just realized I have to head out and... get a few... things," she said quickly, raising up from her stool before heading to the door. "I can trust him here; I can actually get my things." That was the last thing Mary said before she left.

The crickets began to hum their tune as it got darker than ever, turning your head to Billy, then back to the door. Mary seemed hesitant and almost guilty as she left. "That was odd..." Billy broke the silence. Looking at him with soft eyes with a slight smile. "Nothing to worry about; Mary is just... normally a nervous person; I'm sure she is just anxious." Now both looking into one another's eyes, the tension is growing and yearning for one another. In a blink of an eye, Billy's hand cradles your cheeks as his lips softly land on yours. skin feeling warm as his hands slowly slide down to your waist gripping onto tightly.

A groan escaped his mouth as the kiss deepened, hands roaming around his body, desperate to feel him anywhere you were granted With the feeling of you being lifted onto the table, the feeling of his lips trace and teasing your neck, creating a sensation that tingled well. Biting your lip as he teased at your collarbone before looking at you in the eyes that spoke thousands of words that couldn't be described. "What is it?" You asked, your heart beating from the heated kiss. His hand caresses your cheek before speaking. "I want to make sure you're alright with this, especially because of your leg." His words filled with sincere, truly caring about you and your health.

The words that slipped from his mouth brought butterflies to your stomach—the feeling of love and kindness, and most importantly, trust. "Yes, of course I do.. just not here.. the guest room will do." Getting down from the table as you gently take his hand, leading him to the guest room, upon closing the door, his lips land onto yours once more. the feeling full of bliss as if you both were on earth for one another just to be in love, and that's what your purpose was for, just to be with him in every moment life granted you.

Slowly he laid you onto the bed, carefully untying the ribcages of the borrowed dress Mary gave you, revealing your bare skin to him and the cold air hitting your body, creating goosebumps. You watch him place soft kisses, starting from your collarbone, slowly down to the middle of your breast, and furthermore till he reaches the inside of your thigh. His eyes look up at you once more as his lips place a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh.

Shivers ran through your body at the sight of him and how he moved with grace and patience. His tongue slid through your folds slowly, a wash of pleasure washing over you, your body aching more of anything he has to offer. Hands slowly sliding down to grip softly onto his hair, which granted a groan from him. His tongue continued to move, moving to your clit bringing more stimulation and guiding you to an orgasm.Bucking your hips twoards him, building the pleasure as his tongue flicked at your clitoris with moans escaping your mouth. "Please do not stop," a feeling of euphoria washes over you as Billy's hand grips your thighs to keep you still. Watching him as he rests on his knees, bringing two fingers, slowly teasing your entrance before slowly sliding them in, spreading you out fully

with his fingers. One of your hands grips onto the bedsheets as another grips onto his other hand that held your waist down."

Billy, please," you begged, gasping for breath as your body tried to squirm around, but him holding you down did not allow such a thing. The feeling of his fingers curling up, hitting all the spots, bringing you ecstasy. "Just one more, I promise, then I'll give you what we both want. I promise." Taking his other hand in yours, placing a kiss onto the palm." Just as those words were spoken, a wave of bliss passed, your heart beating quickly, head flung back moans filling the room as you came, your body already hot but yearning for more.

Gently taking your legs before placing them around his waist, watching carefully as he removed his gunbelt.. then his pants.. showing his hard cock, precum dripping out as he moved your waist closer to him. eyes both locked in once again as he slowly slid in, filling you fully up to the brim, bottoming out as both of you groan in pleasure. Taking your hands to wrap around his neck, giving him a soft kiss, and reassuring him to move.

Slowly nodding and proceeding to thrust into you, the feeling of him filling you up greatly encouraged you more to your climax, letting out a sigh as he hits all the right spots once more and more deeply than his fingers. short moans leaving as each thrust he took was not slow nor fast.. just perfect to savor the feeling. "You feel so good wrapped around me.. god," moaned Billy, his hand moving to play with your breast, squeezing, feeling you tighten around him.

"Right there, don't stop fuck." You cry out as his thumb circles your clit to guide you to another orgasm. "C'mon.. together.. your doing amazing." Billy whispered into your neck as his eyes tightened. Within seconds, both of you came together, and both moans could be heard throughout the whole place. Warmness filled you up, bodies both still letting the pleasure pass by.

Within minutes, both of you lay together, bodies covered in sweaty thighs sticky from both of your releases. Taking in the moment of silence with one another. "When do you think Mary should come back?" Billy asked once again, breaking the silence and looking at you. "Nothing we should worry about. She likes her time." smiling as your eyes grew heavy, Billy being the last thing to see before Slumber claimed you.

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"Has Mary returned yet?' You walked up to Billy as he kept watching through the window. "No, not yet. Has she done this before, meaning being gone for a day collecting?" Looking towards you hoping to find a response. "Unfortunately no," you say, wiping your hands on the cloth as you see a group of lawmen on horses come up, aiming guns before the sheriff spoke. Yelling your name. "We know your in there... no hope left. Just come out, and this will be easy for all of us." Billy ran to you, holding you tightly and giving both of you comfort. "How about we talk first, like normal people do?" Watching as he signaled the men to lower their guns. 

You slowly looked at Billy before slowly walking out of the farm house, Billy's hand staying tightly onto your waist, ready to defend you at any cause. "Ah.. you even have Billy the kid himself with you... Your little friend didn't tell me that. As you watched the sheriff chuckle, your heart dropped in horror, eyes widening as you looked over and saw Mary with an upset guilty face. "W.. what?" You stuttered in shock. "Your friend.. you see she didn't want to be the bad guy hiding you.. and so she led us here.. at least thank her for giving you a night in a comfortable bed." Each word rings through your ears as you hyperventilate.

Staring out at whatever was in front of you, everything was blurred. The voices of Billy yelling at everyone, his hand tightened more around you, securing you. "Be quiet Billy, be thankful we aren't taking you in.. though don't worry, we'll come back for you." His smile was corrupted and insane. Two men splitted you and Billy as more held him down, restraining him from getting you. Just as you passed Mary, you spoke. "You fucking traitor. You're no friend. You're a horrible person." You spat as tears filled both of your eyes. Upset and angry as she was crying when she's the one who gave you in.

The last thing Billy saw was you taken away on a horse before he was knocked out cold.

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3 months later

Once again, it was raining, but soft as Billy stood there looking down. What kept him so occupied was your headstone, hung by the law—all because of your 'friend.' Anger filled his body as he dropped a coin onto the dirt patch. walking away from where you laid to rest, awaiting for him to return to him and hug him in the afterlife. He had business to finish... to avenge you. blinded by rage as he slowly rode up to the farmhouse Mary resided in. Stopping as he quickly checked if his gun was loaded, before dismounting and walking up to the door and slowly opening it.

Upon walking in, Mary stood facing away from him, pausing as she heard a click of a gun. "Don't move," Billy said quietly. "Please don't.." She slowly said, turning to face him, both hands raised. "Why shouldn't I? You turned her in. Now she's in a cold grave with nobody to keep her warm and loved." His heart felt broken—the same way he felt as he watched his own family die in front of him as he grew. Hearing a chuckle, his breath shook as she watched her. "Fine, you want to know... I couldn't stand her... So I used my charms on the sheriff... on the town.. made everyone think she was a killer. I hated her. Despised her" Mary's voice yelled towards the end. His hand tightened on the gun more as his pointer finger moved to the trigger. "Slept with the sheriff even.. told him she'd probably run to me for safety.. when you came it was the right time to get him... Best thing I've do-" Her words were cut.

Her body laid still... Lifeless just as yours did. Cold and nothing. Blood pooled onto the wooden floors, soaking and staining the wood. turning around to head. out back into the rain, stopping just before he left. "Say hello to her for me." Before shutting the door. Never once forgetting your smile.. the rain slowly stopped. Looking over to the fence, he saw a white bird. Upon further investigation, he noticed it was a dove. looking straight at him before flying away.

a sign that you were now free from your pain of injustice and now could wander free as birds do.. praying he shall see you once more as hold you in his arms as he once did.

[skyyguy]

[help] for clegan equine therapy au 😼😼😼 only if you wanna angst bruhther

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

I'm always a slut for angst my friend. Always.

“John, stop, I’m fine,” Gale tried, for the third time, digging his fingers into John’s shoulders where his hands rested, arms wrapped around the other’s neck. John, of course, for the third time, very much did not stop, practically running his way to the house– as smoothly as he could, which was to say, not very smooth at all. Gale was bouncing in his arms and it was only making him feel sick. Or, sicker than he already felt. 

“You must have a different definition for fine than I do,” John snapped, concern setting him on edge. Gale huffed and shoved his forehead against the side of John’s neck, trying to clamp down on the rolling nausea in his stomach. 

“It was barely even a seizure, John,” he whined from his place and John made an unhappy noise. 

“Barely even still counts as a seizure, Gale,” John’s tone exasperated, unimpressed, “and you’re bleeding. That’s not nothing,” John continued, slowing as he reached the house, shoving the door open with his hip and taking Gale to the guest-room-turned-infirmary, laying him gently on the bed. 

“John, I’m not going to break,” Gale complained, trying to get back up, only to get shoved back down onto the bed. 

“I’m not riskin’ it, doll. Stay put or I’ll take you to the hospital,” John threatened. It wasn’t an idle threat, Gale knew, so he sighed and let himself flop against the pillow. His recollection was fuzzy, but from what he remembered, he and John had been walking through one of the pastures, checking the fencing, when he’d lost his balance and fallen, his head slamming into a post, and he’d crumpled to the ground. The next thing he remembered was waking up in John’s arms, being lifted off the ground. The image of John’s worried face stuck in his mind and Gale pinched the bridge of his nose, with some difficulty given how heavy his arm felt. His nose had been bleeding when he woke up– it had long since stopped– and he had a gash on his forehead next to the long, jagged scar from the fall that had left him temporarily paralyzed once. Gale had been nauseous and his head had been pounding from the get-go, but John had been moving too fast for him to tell him anything– for instance, that his furious, ground-eating gait was making Gale feel worse. The only words he’d been able to form were I’m, fine, stop, and John, his head feeling jumbled. John was by his side, when a moment before he hadn’t been, dabbing at the cut on his head with disinfectant and Gale flinched, hissing. 

“Sorry, doll, just let me get it cleaned and bandaged, okay?” 

“Fine,” Gale grumbled, watching John’s face scrunch with concentration. Gale, through his haze, absolutely knew he had another concussion. He wasn’t about to tell John, though– and not because words weren’t working for him– not wanting to be rushed to a doctor. John worked quickly, well practiced at tending to Gale by this point, and kissed the bandages when he was done, cupping Gale’s cheek and rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone. 

“I know you don’t want to, but I think we should go see Doc tomorrow. You haven’t had a seizure in a while…” John spoke softly, soothingly, his touch gentle and warm, firm and grounding. Gale sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into the touch on his cheekbone. 

“Fine…” Gale agreed, reluctantly, “but we better get ice cream while we’re out.”

[ferallove-for-tx2]

~Falling For Him~

Bodyguard Giyu x Singer Reader P8 Finale

Tagging: @kimetsu-chan @larz-barz

(Art is NOT mine and belongs to its rightful owner)

It is bright and somewhat cold, your eyes slowly flutter open and you take your surroundings. The white walls, an IV beeping next to you and you see a lot of flower and cards addressed to you.

It then hits you that you are in a hospital, the memories wash over you and you flinch at the image of Haruto’s corpse that flashes across your vision. You slowly move to sit up but stop when a hand touches your shoulder to prevent you from doing so.

“Don’t move too fast, you just woke up.”

You easily recognize Giyu’s voice and you look over at him, you notice his eyes are a bit red and he has tear stains on his face. Tears fill your own eyes and you sniffle before forcing yourself to sit up and you hug him tightly. He reciprocates the hug immediately as a tear falls down his face and he places a kiss on the crown of your head.

You sniffle as you choke on a sob and you bite your bottom lip to prevent any sobs or cries to escape your mouth. After a moment, you swallow thickly and attempt to speak without your voice wavering or breaking.

“I-I was so s-scared…”

You whisper as you shut your eyes tightly and bury your face into his chest. Giyu brings a hand up to wipe his tears before he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I’m so sorry that he managed to get so close to you…”

He says quietly as his eyes close and he rests his chin upon your head, guilt eating at him like a never satisfied monster that needs to feed more and more. You look up with teary eyes but there was also gratitude in them.

“I am just glad t-that you saved me before h-he could do anything…”

You snuggle into his chest and then you see blood on his chest, the realization hitting you like a brick. Your eyes widen and you look up at him worriedly.

“Y-your chest! He shot you a-at the show! Are you okay?”

Panic rises in you but it simmers down when he gives you a reassuring smile. He places his hand on your cheek and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away.

“I’m fine, don't worry, I’ve been through worse. The doctor has already tended to it, let’s worry about you sunshine, how are you feeling?”

His voice is gentle and warm as he caresses your cheek, his eyes looking into yours with concern and affection. You sniffle and snuggle into his hand before letting out a breath you did not realize you were even holding.

“My head is pounding…”

“I figured, you passed out…probably from how scared and panicked you were…”

He grabs a glass of water that was resting on the bedside drawer and hands it to you. He strokes your hair as he watches you drink half of the glass, his heart clenching at the thought of how exhausted you must be.

He feels guilt rise inside of him the more he thinks about it, if he was more skilled and experienced, Haruto would’ve never gotten so close to you.

He is snapped out of his thoughts when he feels you rest your head on his shoulder, the feeling of your fluffy hair brushing against his neck causes him to feel butterflies in his stomach.

He smiles down at you and rests his head on top of yours as his arm snakes around your waist. Your eyes begin to close from how exhausted you feel, you yawn and snuggle closer to Giyu.

“I love you Giyu…you’re my hero…”

You mumble in a sleepy voice before falling asleep, unaware of the way Giyu’s eyes widen and his heart skips a beat. His cheeks flush and he remains silent for a moment before a smile of genuine happiness makes its way to his face.

“I love you too, sunshine…”

He hugs you close to him and closes his eyes, basking in the warm and fuzzy feeling that you bring him.

EPILOGUE…

Three years have passed since the situation at your concert. You and Giyu are now married and have recently had a daughter. You are currently rocking your baby back and forth while singing a lullaby, Giyu watches from the doorframe with a loving expression.

“I love hearing you sing…”

He speaks gently after you finish the lullaby and place your daughter in her casket. You let out a giggle before placing a kiss on your daughter’s forehead.

“It’s clear that Namie loves to hear you sing as well.”

You smile and nod before walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his torso. He wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you into a warm and comfortable embrace.

“Do you ever miss being a famous singer?”

He suddenly asks after a few moments, you nuzzle into his neck and let out a sigh.

“Sometimes, but I love being able to spend more time with you and our daughter. I also didn’t want another situation to occur, so I thought that retiring would be for the best.”

He hums a response and nods, his fingers run through your hair at a soothing pace which causes your eyes to close. He then picks you up princess style and pecks your lips.

“Well, you’ll always be my little star, sunshine…”

You smile warmly and return the peck on the lips, warmth surging through your body.

“And you’ll always be my hero, my love…”

[searchingsomewhere]

Simple Things

Oneshot, Megumi x OC

After the fight with Hanami, Megumi goes to check in on his friend.

Introducing another of my OCs, Daiki. If you've read, All Too Well, you might recognize her technique. Of course, I'm happy to share more about it in a separate post as well if anyone is interested.

Images of his friends dying haunted Megumi's mind.

First, it was Yuji. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could still see his friend's heart beating rapidly in the wet grass.

Then, it was Daiki. Megumi had never experienced fear like that. Even facing Sukuna was a more favorable feeling. The sickening sound of her limp body striking the ground, knees first before collapsing had struck a visceral cord in him he'd never experienced before.

His hands were clammy. It was pouring outside and awfully humid. Maybe he could just pretend that was why. He had no excuse for the fluttering in his stomach, though. Megumi nervously wiped his hand on his pants. His pocket weighed thousands of pounds.

Daiki was a level-headed person. She wouldn't think it's weird for him to check on her, right? They were friends. Friends did that kind of thing.

---

Every bone in Daiki's body ached. Every muscle, every vein, every hair on her head hurt every time she took a breath. Shoko was an incredible doctor, but even she had limits.

"Tell me your name," Daiki had said to the Special Grade, "So I know what to label your talisman."

She had been so cocky. So sure of herself that she could seal that tree branch freak away for good.

"Imanah$ouy#tsumeb/ehtreleas," it said.

Stupid broccoli looking ass couldn't even speak. Daiki squeezed her eyes closed, the memory creeping back in bringing nothing but sickening feelings of embarrassment with it.

At first, it worked. Inumaki had slowed it down just enough for her to slap her seal on its back. She poured as much cursed energy into it as she felt was safe to do, just to make sure it couldn't get out. And while her peers were marveling at her technique, she was too busy focusing on how fast the ground was spinning under her feet.

Then she felt the sudden surge of cursed energy burst from the paper talisman on the ground. Daiki had barely whipped her around to warn the others before that one armed asshole popped back into existence in an explosion of paper, smoke, and debris.

Daiki gripped her pillow, shoving her face into it.

That thing was faster and stronger than anything she had encountered before. The last thing she heard before starting her Domain Expansion hand signs was Megumi's panicked scream. She had barely gotten one sign completed before she was thrown into the wall.

Her memory was patchy from there on. She vaguely recalled the sensation of being picked up, her head lulling to the side while someone was screaming for her to wake up. And in all the chaos, she lost her favorite bracelet. It must have snapped apart when she hit the wall.

Better my bracelet than my spine, I guess, she thought bitterly. Tsukiyomi had warned her just a few days before.

"One day, Daiki, you'll be forced to decide when to sacrifice your life."

"Were you?" Daiki asked.

Her mentor's green gaze drifted to the window. She saw the scar running down the side of her neck.

"Yeah. I think I was a few years older than you."

And when was that supposed to be? She wasn't ready to die. She hadn't been, even when the overgrown bush broke out of her seal. Starting her Domain hadn't been for herself. The image of a boy with navy blue eyes came to mind. A sharp knock on the door brought her out of her brooding.

--

Megumi swallowed thickly as the door opened. No going back. Daiki stood on the other side, dressed in a oversized long sleeve shirt and leggings. Her dark braided hair was disheveled as if she'd been asleep. Dark circles underlined her large brown eyes.

He'd never been so relieved to see someone alive.

"Hey," Megumi said, clearing his throat.

"...Hey," Daiki said, rubbing her arm.

"Um...I just came to check on you."

Daiki nodded, "I'm alright."

"You look like shit."

"I feel like shit, so that's fair."

God, this was awkward. Megumi told himself to keep talking.

"If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't exorcise that thing either," he said, "Yuji and Todo took care of it until Gojo could get there."

She raised her eyebrows and nodded. "If anyone could beat it, it'd be those two."

"Listen," Megumi said suddenly, before he lost the nerve, "I actually wanted to give you this."

He pulled the bracelet from his pocket and held it out to her. The brown glass beads were smooth under the hall lights. Daiki gasped and took it from him to inspect it.

"What the- Megumi, how did you find it?"

"It took awhile to find all of the beads. Some were missing, so Nobara helped me pick out new ones."

"...Thank you. Thank you!" Daiki said excitedly.

She threw her hands over his neck in a hug. Megumi felt his face grow warm. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. To keep things from getting awkward. Obviously. Instinctively, he squeezed her tight.

"I'm glad you're alright, Daiki," he said quietly into her ear.

She slowly pulled away from him, face flush. He released her, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. Daiki slid the bracelet onto her wrist. Nobara was a good guesser- it fit perfectly. She kept her gaze down.

"I didn't want you to get hurt," she said, "So I'm glad you're alright too."

They exchanged a few more words, how were the others, what happened with the curse, just normal things friends would talk about. Megumi excused himself finally so she could rest. He glanced back at her as he walked away. She was watching him. The faintest smile darted across her lips. Megumi's own mouth tugged into a smile and he turned away. The nervous fluttering in his stomach was slowly being replaced by a more tender feeling.

[boxleitners-return-au]

Becky woke up the next morning leaning against the window with her cape wrapped around her like a blanket. She noticed that while she still felt like she was drowning in oil, it wasn’t as bad as yesterday.

She looked behind her at the doctor, who had seemingly taken her spot on the couch, still fast asleep and snoring in an incredibly undignified manner. She wondered for a second if he was doing it to annoy her, but she quickly put out that thought.

He was her best bet at getting back home and getting back her powers, she had to play nice. Besides he was probably really stressed out too, if that mouse brain was even capable of any emotion besides hunger. 

Home, back to her family, back to her sidekick. She’d been worried sick about him ever since she woke up. When they were knocked out midair Huggy had been thrown in the opposite direction that she had, there was no telling what happened to him. 

She comforted herself by imagining that he got all their family and friends and hid away, perhaps a secret bunker or something. She giggled to herself as the image of her family blissfully misunderstanding a frantic Bob trying to tell them to run with some sort of monkey charades.

Her fantasy was short lived however, because when she looked back out the big window she saw two familiar shapes, creeping hauntingly behind one of the dead trees that littered the warehouse’s lawn. Joy overtook her, her friends had come to save her! Now they could- oh, oh no. She recognized those swirling red eyes. 

Mind control.

(Continues below)

It wasn't because Mr. Big, his whole schtick generally had a green hue. This was something brand new.

That new alien super villain got to them. 

Letting her instincts take over, Becky dove down out of sight from the window. She whisper-yelled at Twobrains to wake up.

“Hey!”

“...”

“HEY”

“Agh! What- what is your problem! Will you stop waking me u-”

She pointed aggressively outside

He followed her finger and froze. She grabbed him by the collar and with some effort managed to pull him to the ground below the window sill with her. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, frustration overtook her as she realized that an action as simple as that was now enough to wind her a bit.

Twobrains’ eyes flickered with anxiety as she tried to even out her breathing, but he shook his head and looked out the window.

“They’re looking for me. They have to be.”

“Oh come on, give me a little credit. I’m sure Amazo is just dying to catch up with me”

“What could he possibly- wait. Amazo Guy? Like- Like in your book?”

“Yeah. Did you seriously not recognize him?”

“No! I mean- he looked familiar, but I thought he- the book guy- was fictional!”

“You think I just made up some dude to feature on the cover of my book? What kind of scientist do you take me for!” “So wait. This was an actual dude that you knew. And now you’re both evil?” 

“Well we don’t know if he’s evil evil-”

“I cannot believe you never mentioned him before!”

“I had! In my book! Which apparently you hadn’t read as thoroughly as you said you had!”

“Yes I did!”

 “Appaaarently not. I’m hurt, Wordgirl, I am.”

“I did so! I read your book so much, I can recite any passage from it, just try me.”

“You expect me to believe you’re that much of a fan?”

“Yes! I am a huge fan! The biggest fan in the world actually!”

Becky crossed her arms with a smug expression before her eyes shot open and she realized what she said. Twobrains was holding back a laugh behind his hand. “Yeah? Yeah really? Yeah tell me how much you love me. I’m your favorite author right?”

Becky’s face went red as she proceeded to sock him in the arm. He flinched in pain despite the lack of super strength.

“Shut up. So you got one hit, big whoop.”

Twobrains patted her shoulder with another laugh. Both of their faces fell and they instantly crowded back against the wall as they heard a twig snap outside.

“Now how are we gonna get out of this?” 

They sat there for a moment before Becky got a sheepish look on her face.

“Well… we could always try plan 208…”

Twobrains groaned. “Is that really the best we got?”

Becky sighed “I think it is doc. Now let's not dilly-dally, we have to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“You did not just say ‘dilly-dally’”

“Would you just get on with it!”

________

Hi! *Taps on mic* Anyone here? So! I disappeared for a little bit but I have an update here if anyone's interested

I want to update more but I have 0 motivation to draw i'll be completely honest, so if I do update it will probably come more in writing form like this, would that be okay?

Anyways here's the next part! The sillies are silly, and Huggy and Rex have been captured >:D

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[manyothermusingsofmine]

Genosha's Aftermath || 1/2

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: story set in Genosha after the Wild Sentinel disaster in X-men '97, talk of people being injured and/or comatosed, character talking about their previous suicidal thoughts

Wordcount: 3404

Summary: Okay fine I guess I have to address the fact that the attack on Genosha by the Wild Sentinel is a 'canon event' as the kids say these days. Strap in and know you can't die until I say you can -----------------------------

It was hard to imagine that until recently, this place must have been beautiful. Miranda had only ever heard of Genosha in the tales of the X-men, and she didn't have a mind's eye that turned such tales into vivid images; that was simply not how her imagination worked. Instead, they had promised her and her friends to show it to them someday. She had invisibly snuck on and off the jet as it set course for Genosha, providing aid after the disaster with the Wild Sentinel. Standing there now amidst little more than rubble, ash and emergency medical tents set up to treat the wounded where they could, watching water and ice mutants working together with human firefighters to put out the remaining fires as medical staff of all kinds flitted about her to tend to the wounded, Miranda slowly turned to the tents. She closed her eyes for just a moment, taking a deep breath as she came into view, steadying herself to the best of her ability before walking over and into one of the tents with full determination.

In his bed in one of the tents, Kurt had been sitting up both in a daze and in silent prayer, trying to ignore how just about every part of his body ached with the pain of battle and how hard he had been hit trying to save Magneto and his sister. He had never understood why Miranda called him an angel, why she insisted that he was as beautiful as one to her- until he saw her in the opening of the tent his bed stood in.

The sunlight behind her formed a halo of light around her; setting her wine red hair ablaze to show off all its beautiful hues as her deep green eyes locked with his. He swore that in that moment all of his silent prayers had been answered while his eyes rapidly filled with tears. She made her way through the crowd with no effort, gliding through with determination that made people step aside, looking as regal and graceful as a genuine monarch until she was right beside him sitting down on the bed.

"Miranda." Her name left his mouth in a whimper as he all but threw himself at her the second she sat down, as far as his aching body allowed him to. Her arms immediately wrapped gently around him, her hand ever so lightly on his head as he burrowed his face in her shoulder.

"I've got you, sweetheart," she whispered in his ear, "I'm here. I'm here."

"Everything hurts," Kurt eventually managed to bring out in between his tears- it was the best way to describe how he felt both emotionally and physically, torn to shreds both by the gravel of the rooftop he so ungraciously landed upon and by the grief for everyone they had lost in the fight. Making sure he was still safely cradled against her, Miranda looked up to see if she could flag down some medical staff. Before she knew it, Hank was at their side; the doctor was surprisingly nimble and fast through the crowd as soon as he noticed her trying to flag someone down.

"He's in so much pain, Hank," Miranda explained softly, her hand ever so gently resting back on Kurt's head so she could lightly run it over his hair in the hopes it would soothe him, "is there anything you can do?"

Looking over the rough scrapes as far as he could see them, Hank thought for a second as to the best course of action that wouldn't aggravate poor Nightcrawler even further.

"I can give him some pain medication, but it will make him drowsy."

"That's fine by me," Kurt said softly, a few more tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, "I'd.. rather sleep this off at this point."

Hank simply nodded before getting to work, preparing the shot of pain medication that neither Miranda nor Kurt were going to bother asking the name of; Hank could be trusted with his judgement and was a stickler for reading charts, and as far as Miranda knew Kurt wasn't allergic to anything. She pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his head and held his hand as he hissed at the needle being pressed into him to administer the pain medication. “Thank you,” Miranda said to Hank, keeping Kurt close to her.

"I wish Shadow was here," Hank muttered softly as someone else needed his attention, bidding his two friends a quick goodbye before leaving. There was so much to do, Miranda looked around the tent as her heart sank at the sheer realization of that.

"I'm glad you're here," Kurt said softly, tightening his grip on her just a little bit more as he listened to her heartbeat.

"I'm glad you're here," Miranda answered, gently running her hand over his hair still, "I... I saw everything on the news."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

That hit him in an open nerve, clearly; Kurt flinched at the mere notion. The yellow pools of his eyes rapidly filled back up with tears that immediately poured out of him, as he clutched onto his partner.

"O-Of course it is! I couldn't save them! Miranda, I- I tried, if I had- If I had done things differently, how many could I have saved?! I could've gotten way more people out if I had more time, if I had just-"

"Kurt." Something about the firmness in her tone, though still gentle and kind, halted him in the middle of his thoughts. She just sat there, still cradling his head against her shoulder and chest while her embrace on him tightened a bit as well; carefully as to not press on any of his wounds.

"You did all you could. I know it doesn't feel like it, I know you feel like you could've done more; but this? Fighting something that takes out Magneto, one of our strongest lines of defense?!" Her voice wobbled in her emotions, but her resolve did not. She pressed a gentle kiss to his head again, taking a small moment for herself to just breathe in his scent and revel in the feeling that he was really, truly there; safe in her arms.

"You did your best, and I am so incredibly proud of you," she whispered to him, hearing him whimper a soft thank you in response to her praise, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Kurt said as a slight yawn left him, "... will you stay here until I fall asleep?"

"Of course. When you do, do you mind if I make myself useful around here? There is so much to do... just... hit the comms if you need me and I'll come running. I swear."

He nodded, closing his eyes to focus on her heartbeat as it soothed his racing mind.

"Sounds... good to me," he muttered, the pain medication dulling his senses. It definitely took off the edge of his pain, and like Hank had said it made him yearn to get some sleep, "thank you, my love."

"Anything for my angel, you know that," Miranda whispered, keeping her voice low and soft to help him drift to sleep. She carefully placed him back on the bed when that happened, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and holding his hand for a little while longer.

As Kurt had fallen asleep, Miranda silently vowed to herself that she genuinely would come running to him the moment he needed her and paged her for assistance. But until then, she was desperate to do something. Even looking around the tent he shared with many others who got injured in the fight showed her how much the Wild Sentinel had destroyed and torn apart in Genosha; and it wasn't just the brick and mortar that could be rebuild that had been shattered to pieces. She couldn't really help with medical stuff, other than advocate for the one who held the key to her heart; but that didn't mean her heart didn't ache for everyone else.

For her people.

She went around the emergency zone to look for some place that functioned as a kitchen, knowing her old catering job gave her skills that could be of help. She introduced herself to the chef of the kitchen, and quickly became one of the people designated to keep track of the inventory and help serve out meals to anyone around the zone in need of food. -

"Gambit," Hank's voice was strict as he observed the Cajun once more at Shadow's bedside despite him telling the man to go take care of himself first, "I'm not asking at this point, I'm telling you; go take a shower and get some food in you. Not even necessarily in that order."

"But she-"

"I don't mean to be cruel, my friend, but there is little you can do for Shadow in her comatose state. Even less if you faint from lack of food. Go on, the medical staff will keep an eye on her; me included."

He had protested against it a little bit, but in order to not make Beast physically remove him from the premise Gambit agreed to go take a shower and get some food from somewhere. He didn't leave before pressing the softest kiss to Shadow's forehead, only getting up afterwards to go take a shower first.

When the grime, dried blood and debris had properly been washed off him, Gambit had to admit he did feel somewhat better than he had before. Tired still, bone weary even, but a little less miserable. Maybe getting some food and having his stomach stop complaining was the next step to feeling a little better too. The line to the kitchens was long, but moved surprisingly quickly along as the kitchen had quite some staff flitting about trying to make sure everyone around was fed. Gambit had to admit, it was admirable to watch them work as they handed out food to victims, family and rescuers alike, clearly cementing themselves as a much needed backbone to keep. But that didn’t prepare him for the moment it was his turn to get some food, where his ruby eyes met the deep green eyes of a woman he considered his sister. Miranda’s eyes gave him nothing to work with as she silently handed him a simple sandwich, with only the tremble in her motion giving away that something was boiling underneath her eerie calm façade. “I thought you were dead,” the clipped tone of her voice didn’t bode any better, as it sounded like she was biting back on a lot of emotions that were desperate to come out; and Gambit had never considered himself capable of gracefully navigating emotionally charged conversations.

“Uhm,” he started, unsure of where he was even going with his own explanation, “well.. I’m not? …. Surprise?” He would’ve probably reacted the exact same way had their roles somehow been reversed, but he still flinched back as Miranda slammed her fist down on the made shift counter she stood behind, her muscles shaking with either anger or sorrow; he couldn’t tell which. She took a deep breath, calling to one of the mutants behind her to take over her spot for a moment as she made her way around the counter herself- and as soon as she started approaching him Gambit backed off, her boiling anger far more apparent now

“Remy Lebeau, are you out of your goddamn fucking mind?!” the words left her in a snarl, and Gambit was sure the only reason she hadn’t slapped him across the face yet was because her arms didn’t seem to know what to do with the angry energy flowing through them; instead making weirdly stilted and almost robotic movements as her mind didn’t seem to know where to steer her limbs in her rage. “That’s the fucking best line you have for me, after I thought you were fucking dead?! That you’re not?! Thank you Captain Obvious, I figured that out myself when you appeared in front of me fucking alive, don’t you think?! I saw you die, I saw that explosion on tv; there was no doubt in my mind that you caused it, and there was no doubt in my mind that you didn’t fucking made it out of that in one piece! I thought you- that-” It seemed her mind finally decided what it wanted for a moment, grabbing the taller man and pulling him into a hug while she pushed her face into his shoulder just long enough to pull herself together; and when she did she let him go, pushing against his shoulder to shove him out of the way so she could go outside and get some fresh air. She wasn’t strong enough to physically shove him out of the way, but he stepped back and turned to let her go anyway, sighing to himself as he eventually turned to see her leave the big tent.

With his free hand he rubbed the back of his neck, sighing as he figured he had to go after her. When he did, he found her just outside the entry way, sitting on the floor out of the way of everyone else while hugging her knees. Gambit silently sat down beside her, looking at the sandwich he hadn’t eaten yet. “… Would you like half, Fifolet?”

There was a long silence from her end, until a sigh that seemed to come from the very depths and fiber of her being left her. “No. Thank you. I already ate, and you must be starving.”

He hummed a soft agreement, quietly eating his food as she uncoiled herself while wiping away a tear or two as she took a few deep breaths. They just sat there in silence for what felt like forever, but it was only a few minutes later when Miranda tried again to voice her feelings, pushing her hair back with her hands.

“… You scared the living shit out of me, Remy.”

“… I’m sorry, but-“

“You had to. I know. I don’t want to entertain the thought, even for a second, what would’ve happened if you hadn’t stepped in like you did. How many more we would’ve- but that doesn’t mean you get to act so lightly about it. With everything this fucked, I didn’t even get around to the process of grieving you yet; and then you just fucking show up, alive. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” it was an honest answer as Gambit’s eyes studied the floor at his feet, unsure of how he felt about the idea of Miranda actively having to grieve for him, “my best bet is that Shadow saved me, somehow, and is in a coma because of it. So, yeah, I agree. Everything’s fucked. … How are you holding up?”

“I’m trying,” she admitted, “I’m trying to be strong, to be supportive, and to somehow balance out how I feel with how I need to act to help the people around me. To find the balance between caring too much and letting all of this consume me, and numbing myself so intensely that I feel the same as I did before coming to the mansion.”

A strange tension lingered between the two mutants, unspoken words and old heartache fueling the lingering atmosphere between them. Miranda bit her lower lip, taking a small breath as she decided to make the first step if he wouldn’t.

“… You know the lake behind the mansion?”

“Breakstone?” She nodded, closing her eyes and swearing she could almost picture herself back on those shores that cold evening, staring out into the watery void for what had felt like an eternity all while the cold on the outside was nothing compared to the numb nothingness of the gaping hole in her chest.

“If Noctis hadn’t shown up when he did, curling into my lap and purring up a storm; that lake’s water would’ve been my eternal home instead. I never, ever, want to feel as numb as I did back then ever again. So I have to balance how much I care about you, about everyone, with making sure I’m stable enough to function and be of assistance, because I can’t go back to that dark headspace ever again; I don’t know if I’ll make it out alive a second time around.”

Gambit just looked at her, red eyes keenly observing her as he truly listened to what she was saying, a weird sense of déjà vu creeping into his bones as he felt himself shiver from the cold, pulling his long jacket a bit more snugly around himself. Memories of freezing cold waters and the family he lost because of it hummed in the back of his mind, old heartache he wasn’t fully ready to talk to anyone but Shadow about yet.

“… I’m glad you didn’t, Fifolet,” he started, his own emotions now carefully held back and contained, “it’s one of the worst ways to go.”

She said nothing, just looked at him as he deliberately turned his eyes away to the side. After a moment or so, Miranda scooted closer to Gambit, resting her head to the top of his arm as she curled into his side just a little bit, hearing him sigh as he silently leaned back against her as well. They sat there in quiet appreciation of each other’s support for a while, with nobody else really paying any attention to them as there was still too much to do. Gambit took a deep breath after a while, breaking the silence between them. “I’m sorry for scaring you; I… had to do something. That was the best I could think of; I didn’t think it would play out like it did.” “It’s okay. I was upset, yes, but like I said; I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened to everyone if you hadn’t.”

“… How’s Kurt? I haven’t seen him since checking on him on the rooftops.”

“… Blaming himself,” Miranda admitted, her voice trembling as she still tried to push a particular thought to the farthest corner of her mind.

“Ai mais, he would,” Gambit muttered as he turned to her, feeling how the tremble in her voice started to manifest in her body instead, “… Miranda?”

“Gods,” the word left her mouth in a tone of complete despair, “I almost lost him, too. I-“

Gambit didn’t argue, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a protective hug as she burst out into sobs on his shoulder. He sat there with her until her sobbing subsided, with her silently hugging him back.

“… How’s Shadow?” she asked as soon as she managed to swallow the blockage in the back of her throat.

“I don’t know, she hasn’t woken up yet; been hearing whispers that as soon as they get her condition completely stable they want to move her back to the mansion now that I’m awake. I’ll be on the jet when they do; she needs me.”

“She does,” Miranda agreed, blinking as the little device on her belt started beeping; she was being paged, “Kurt needs me, I promised I would come to him if he called me on comms.”

“Go,” Remy simply said, easily getting up and lifting her off the ground along with him so she stood on her legs, “thank you for the food, and the talk. And I’m sorry, still.”

“It’s alright, big guy,” Miranda said, ever so lightly swatting his upper arm with the back of her hand, “I’m sorry too for bursting out like I did. You were the straw that broke the camel’s back there for a minute.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I manage that,” Gambit said with a slight smile, “I’ll go see how Shadow is doing. Hank only told me to take a shower and get some food, nothing else, so with that list fulfilled I’m going back.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Remy? Stick around, will ya? You’re far more important to this family than you think you are.”

“Thanks. Now go, you made Nightcrawler a promise, don’t go backpedaling on him now; get going, girl.” He watched as she ran off, only turning to go back to where they kept Shadow when his found sibling vanished on the horizon.

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Whumpril 2024 Day 4: Swaying

@whumpril

Contains: Head injury, concussion, vehicular crash, dizziness, platonic comfort

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One second they were driving down the tree-lined road leading back to their hotel. The next second Matago heard a revving engine close behind.

Then he was weightless and everything came in flashes.

The ATV taking a sharp left swerve. Dace crying out and brakes squealing. A blur of green and brown and dust flying into the air.

Finally, a burst of pain as his head slammed against the ground.

Then the movement stopped. Matago sucked in a deep breath, his ribs aching and hopefully not broken. Grass and dirt rubbed against his palms as he struggled to push himself upright.

He was distantly aware of noises and movement around him. A trio of unfamiliar men ran towards the ditch where the transport had crashed, forcing open the back storage compartment and grabbing the bags inside. As fast as they arrived, they charged back up the hill to a van parked on the side of the road and clambered inside. Then the van sped off, leaving everything suddenly quiet.

Matago’s eyes fluttered shut. The flashing images started to connect in his mind – someone had run them off the road and into a ditch.

“Shit…are you okay? Can you hear me?”

He opened his eyes again and slowly turned his throbbing head to the left. To his relief, it was Dace, stumbling past the wrecked transport to greet him. By some miracle the other man appeared mostly unhurt, aside from some rough scrapes and cuts on his left side. He must have been able to hold on to the handlebars enough to avoid getting thrown off the seat.

“Yeah,” Matago replied, his voice quiet and weak. “You good?”

“As far as I know.” Dace crouched down next to him, looking him over for visible injuries. “You?”

It took Matago a moment to piece together the words for an answer. “Head hurts,” he slurred. “Don’t think anything’s broken, though.”

Dace frowned, and even in his disoriented state, Matago knew what he was thinking. That wasn’t just a simple bump on the head, was it?

“Okay…we should be able to walk back to the hotel, it’s not too far. Kalei can call for medical services or rent a transport to get you to a doctor.”

More of the pieces connected in Matago’s mind as he caught a glimpse of the open storage compartment. “They stole the money.”

Fuck. The payment of twenty thousand credits from their last job gone. A colleague of a colleague had apparently warned Kalei about thieves targeting drivers in the area near their hotel, but the three of them had brushed it off as a rumor. Looked like there was truth to it after all.

“We’ll deal with that later. Do you think you can stand?”

“Guess I’ll find out.”

With Dace’s help, Matago managed to slowly push himself upright along the edge of the ditch, eventually straightening to the point that Dace could pull him into a standing position.

Yeah, that definitely wasn’t just a bump on the head.

A wave of dizziness crashed over him, nearly sending him tumbling back to the ground. The uneven dirt beneath his feet only made it harder to keep his balance. He staggered a few steps forward and back, grabbing hold of Dace, the most solid physical anchor he had.

“Whoah, whoah, you okay?” Dace was thankfully strong enough to be able to hold him upright as he stumbled.

“Dizzy,” was all he could say in reply. The ground seemed to rock beneath him no matter where he tried to plant his feet.

“I could try to run back to the hotel and get Kalei first-”

Matago shook his head, then grimaced at another throbbing pulse of pain. “Don’t…don’t wanna be here if those guys come back.”

Dace stood rigid for a moment, weighing the options, while Matago swayed on shaky legs.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “If you think you can make it that far.”

Dace adjusted them both so Matago could lean on him further, then began to guide him towards a spot further down the ditch where the hill to the road was less steep. Matago stumbled on every third or fourth step even putting all his focus onto keeping his balance.

His mind fogged over as they reached the roadside. Only two thoughts remained clear: the nagging voice that told him he wouldn’t make it back to the hotel this way and the relentless determination trying to silence it.

[sulfur-eyes]

Uh I’m new to this whole content warning thing so sorry if I get anything wrong.

CW: panic attacks, angst, trauma, night terrors, minor blood? uHH shoot I dunno.

To Steve- Eddie’s house was more comfy, more lived in, happier, alive. He was there more often, especially after they started dating.

Steve had gotten so accustomed to fewer nightmares since he’d started staying at Eddie’s place, sleeping together. Always curled up and taking turns with who would be the big spoon that night.

So it’s a shock to his system when he wakes up one night from a particularly bad nightmare. It felt more like a vision. Eddie lying there, dead in the upside-down and Steve knowing that he’d failed another person. Desperately grabbing his shirt, his skin, begging him to come back. He can feel it, it’s too real. It’s all too real.

He woke up with a gasp. clutching at his damp night shirt, choking on air. He blinked a few times then squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath, but all he saw were static stars and that image of Eddie’s dead eyes staring back at him. Usually he was able to look over at Eddie and relax again- but tonight. Tonight was not one of those nights. Ever since starcourt he’d been having hallucinations. Brought on by the head trauma from the ‘fire’, so doctors said. Well Steve hadn’t told anyone, not that he was seeing things. He could deal with it. He COULD. He had to be the strong one. If he wasn’t the strong one then what was he…?

Weak.

Usually he could sit it out, blink rapidly until it fizzled out. But tonight the vision wouldn’t go away, Eddie still lying there- now in the bed. Sheets soaked with blood, those eyes boring a hole through his heart. Steve patted around the sheets, he could feel they were dry, he could feel Eddie’s eyes were closed, but that didn’t make anything he saw less horrible. He gave a strangled sound before he threw off the covers and ran to the bathroom to hide, locking it behind him. Just so Eddie didn’t follow him in. Didn’t see this pathetic crybaby version of him. Out of everyone he needed to be strong for he needed to be strong for Eddie. He’d only ever cried in the safety of his own room- away from anyone. Everyone. No one could see him like this.

He found the farthest corner of the small room. Pressing against the cool tile wall and sliding down to curl up into a tight ball as he felt tears welling in his eyes, strong and stinging, they burned as he sobbed into his arms. His heart thudded in his chest and ears, his vision tunneled until all he could hear was the rushing blood and pumping of his own heart. Getting air into his lungs was an impossible task, he thought his chest might explode.

Eddie woke up from the frantic patting on his face and groaned “Stevie, babe- it’s like 3 am what are you-“ he lightly batted his hand away, adjusting to the darkness just enough that he could see Steve’s figure run for the bathroom seemingly in a hurry. And then- then. Sobs. Muffled like he was trying to keep them quiet but god they sounded nothing short of wails. Well boy did that wake Eddie up fast. He sprinted to that door and knocked. “Steve- Steve! Hey- Stevie what’s wrong- Cmon- open the door.” He jiggled the handle and let out a curse as he realized it was locked. He heard a particularly sharp cry from Steve. Was it Vecna? Was he back? Or worse? What was worse!! “Sweetheart let me in- I can help! Steve-!” Eddie glanced down at the handle to the door, remembering that the keyhole was on his side.

Eddie had been a crazy kid, often snatching whatever sweets Wayne put out and running to eat his fill of sugar in the safe haven of the bathroom. He changed the lock so he could unlock it from the outside so Eddie didn’t constantly have sugar crashes. Only problem is that when Wayne realized that Eddie was doing much worse than stuffing cookies into his face in the bathroom he gave up in caring about his sugar intake and discarded the key somewhere. Another curse left his lips before pressing his forehead to the door, still only hearing desperate choked back cries.

“Steve? I’ll be right back- I’ll be right there just. Just hold on okay? Hold on!” He began to frantically pull open drawers, cabinets, boxes, anything he could find. After a good five scattered minute of searching he spotted it in a cup of random things they tossed in there. Giving a short ‘aha!’ before sprinting back to the bathroom, his hands trembled and fumbled as he tried to open the lock. Once he heard the click he quickly burst open the door, just short of breaking it down if the key didn’t work.

God what a heartbreaking sight, Steve seemed so small, vulnerable, dare Eddie say weak. It wasn’t Vecna- thankfully. But that didn’t make it much better. The former jock’s body was wracked with shudders, he was wheezing like he couldn’t breathe, and the strangled sobbing that emitted him scared Eddie to death. He looked up in a panic as Eddie entered, quickly shaking his head and shielding himself away once more- he wanted to say ‘no, don’t look at me like this.’ Or ‘get out’ but all he could mutter was “no, no, no, no.” And hold out a trembling hand as though to stop him while Eddie approached like he was a feral cat. Eddie was stubborn and he wouldn’t let Steve suffer alone.

“Steve… hey- Steve, I’m right here. I’m right here. Talk to me.” He knelt down next to him, Steve leaned away, turning his face to the side, tears continued to cascade down his cheeks. “No. Don’t— look away— go away” Steve choked out, hiccuping as he willed the tears to stop. Stop. STOP.

They didn’t.

“Whatever it is you can tell me. I can help. Let me help..” Eddie’s voice strained and desperate. Steve shook his head “no-hic- you can’t— I—“ his throat caught before he managed to force the words out. “I don’t wa-ant you to see me- hic- like this. Go away-” he tried to bat a hand in Eddie’s general direction but it was hard with his face buried in his arm and knees and the darkness of the corner.

“See you like what- Steve- what happened. What’s wrong…” he settled down next to Steve, his heart ached to help him. “I’m- not sup-supposed go cry— I’m supposed to b-buh-be s-strong- boys do-on’t cry!“ came his response, voice cracking. Eddie’s brows furrowed. “What? Says who? Who told you that?”

Steve didn’t respond, only able to cough and hiccup every so often. “Your dad?” Eddie supplied, and it was a moment before Steve gave a nod. He puffed out a breath of disdain, one more reason to hate Mr. Harrington. “well, I’m pretty sure your dad cried when he was born so he doesn’t get a say.” Steve gave the smallest wet laugh then a cough, kind of seemed like it hurt.

“It’s okay to cry Stevie, it’s good. Everyone should cry. You don’t have to be strong all the time- no one can be. ‘S just not possible.” Eddie reached towards him only to hesitate. “Can I hug you?” he asked, Steve took another long moment before giving a nod.

Eddie wrapped his arms tight around the other boy, squeezing him close in a vice grip. Because that’s the way Steve likes to be hugged, tight, he needed to know that he was there. That he wouldn’t let go. Steve turned into Eddie, face burying into his chest. He wasn’t choking on air anymore, but Eddie could feel a wet spot forming on the tank top where his face was. His body still shaking like a leaf. “Was it a nightmare?” He asked, Steve only gave a shrug. No words.

“Okay. You’re safe. I promise.” Steve clung to the fabric of his shirt like if he let go he’d fall off the edge of the world. It was awhile before his crying eventually reduced to sniffles as Eddie rocked them gently in the dark of the bathroom, petting through his hair just the way Steve liked. When he finally stopped shaking and his breathing was normal enough, Eddie helped him get up and led him back to the bedroom, back into the bed while Steve rubbed tear tracks from his face. Eddie grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and had him drink until it was empty, rubbing a soothing hand over his back.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Steve shook his head.

“Alright, later. Another time.”

Steve’s eyes flicked from Eddie back to the glass before giving a nod. Later. Another time. That worked.

They both managed to fall asleep again, tangled up together tighter than before, swaddled in too many blankets. And Eddie wouldn’t ask until Steve was ready, but he’d be there ready to help when he was. Because he understood all too well.

Yippidie doo da The End. Frankly this was like a self indulgent thing, not everyone’s panic attacks are the same. I wrote my own experience with them but this doesn’t go for everyone. Don’t go touching people if they’re freaking out like this, always ask first!! Panic attacks also don’t always stop this quick but I have a word limit unlike real life so. :// ah well. Hope you enjoyed!!

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

Hideout - Jonathan Crane x!Sister Pt. 3

Author's note; Wishing all the happiest of New Year! Image Credit; Edward Addeo

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high-rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can Jon help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

When Lillian opened her eyes the following morning she went stiff at the sight of the white blanket that wrapped around her body. For a moment she had forgotten nearly all of the events that had led her to this room the previous night. She squinted through the light peering into through the curtained windows and rolled over, feeling around within the mountain of plush pillows and sheets for her phone. Nearly dead and with no messages of importance she noted the time to be a quarter past 9 a.m. Upon remembering the charging cable stuffed deep into her backpack she swung her legs over the edge of the raised mattress and took her first steps of a new era; fugitive in hiding. 

After nearly tripping on them as she made her way to the door she looked down to find a pair of light pink slippers sitting neatly by the foot of the bed. She took this small detail to confirm that Jon in fact, did seek the companionship of a woman. She laughed and rubbed her face as she entered the hallway. Noise echoed from the kitchen as she made her way down the  hall to see her brother, with his back turned to her, tending to something on the stove. The smell of breakfast sausage and fresh coffee caught her off guard seeing as she hasn’t eaten anything but cheap diner food, frozen meals, and fast food for weeks while dealing with the stress of her new situation. She could hear the soft sounds of the Gotham’s morning news come through the speakers of the small TV that was luxuriously fitted into the walls of the kitchen. She moved closer with a sense of hesitation, though she couldn’t figure out why. Without turning around Jon broke the figurative silence. 

“I made coffee. Cups are above the machine. Use the white ones.”  Lillian cleared her throat and replied, “Thanks.” She, now more quickly after being invited into the space, made her way to the coffee maker and helped herself. Adding just a small spoon of sugar and stirring it in. Just enough to cut the bitterness but not much else. It was another thing that unwillingly bonded the Crane siblings, they both took their coffee black, unless they bothered to put in the extra effort to add just a single serving of sugar, and given the bewildering night they had just experienced, they could be bothered. 

“This is great,” Lillian complemented her brother. It was the best coffee she had drank in a long while. She usually preferred the expensive lattes and drips that her salary afforded her but, like many other things as of late, that preference, unfortunately, wasn’t being accommodated. At first, she felt comfort and nostalgia for the drink found in the Denny’s coffee pot at 2 o’clock in the morning. It reminded her of her days in high school when she would run off with her friends to the outskirts of town. Now, she preferred exhaustion over that filth. 

“I get it from a roaster on 14th,” Jon explained. Since she had entered the room he had only spared a glance at the TV set when the meteorologist to run down the weekend forecast and then returned his gaze to the stove. After taking a seat at the breakfast bar, still talking to her brother’s back, Lillian asked, 

“Don’t you work today?” With no time for contemplation, he said 

“I called and told them I wouldn’t be making it in today.” 

“Why?” She asked only seconds later realizing exactly why he had done so. 

“Why do you think?” The doctor asked sounding as if he was asking a child why they thought a rainbow had spread across the sky just minutes after a thunderstorm. She stayed silent. Guilt filling her and staring down into the dark abyss that she held in her hand. She saw movement where Jonathan stood and she snapped her eyes up to see him holding two plates, both consisting of scrambled eggs, sausage and a piece of wheat toast with a thin coat of jam. Her eyebrows perked up just enough for her brother to notice her understated excitement. He set the plates down over the bar. One in front of Lillian and one in front of the empty seat to her left. Before he could finish retrieving utensils and seating himself in the open chair, Lillian had finished the piece of bread that once rested on her plate and began eyeing her brothers. He set the paper towel and then the fork gently by her right hand before doing the same for himself and finally finding his seat. Lillian took a proper bite of her food and turned to her brother. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly to the side of his face before returning to her meal. He finished his bite and began to pick up his mug when he responded. 

“I had extra.” 

—

The pair had finished their meal and after refilling their coffees, Jon began to load the used cookware into the dishwasher. Lillian didn’t know how to bring up the shampoo or the razors or the slippers she had found since her stay here began but her curiosity ate at her, still surprised at the possibility of her brother, her quiet, stoic, just plain weird bother, could actually have a girlfriend. In what may have been the most complex way of raising the question she stuttered out, 

“What’s her name?” Jonathan slowed to stop what he was doing and turned to look at the girl. His brows furrowed and he ever so slightly cocked his head. 

“What?” He said sharply. 

“The girl you have over,” she continued, “what’s her name?” He stood up straight from his hunched position over the open appliance and his hands, one clutching a dish towel, fell to his sides. 

“What are you talking about?” The same tone as before followed these words out of his mouth. Lillian took in a breath and fixed her eyes on her brother softly as to not annoy him any further. 

“The girly shit in the bathroom, and the slippers. I was just curious. How long have you been seeing her?” She said trying to hide her excitement. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes in a way only Jonathan Crane could. He turned back to his task and Lillian retuned her look of guilt, yet again, to her coffee. 

“I was just curious, I’m sorry if I overstepped,” she said quietly but before she could finish her sentence her brother spoke with an annoyed huff. 

“There is no woman.” 

“Then why do you have fuckin’ pink razors,” she laughed nervously and continued to drink her coffee. Holding the cup to her face almost felt like a shield from whatever Jon would say to her. 

“I was at the store, and I just got things that I figured you’d need. In case you had to leave them behind.” The room fell silent all but for the TV still lit up above the counter, now it was rolling ads for a local window washing company. Lillian let out a sharp, but relieved breath, through her nose and took another drink. Her small, hushed laughed caused Jonathan looked back at his sister while finishing with the dishes. She looked at him and spoke with the tenacity of a professor asking her students what the true meaning of the universe is. 

“Slippers?” 

—

After minutes of comfortable silence between the two, Lillian remembered her phone charger that sat in her bag still resting by the door. She rose and went to search for it finally retrieving it out of her pack. She might as well take her belongings to her new room soon, since it was apparent she would be here longer than she anticipated. This was supposed to last a few weeks - a month tops - but after her expedited appearance in Gotham, she feared this ordeal would go on much longer. The last she had heard before leaving her apartment was that agents stationed in Germany had found the location of two members of the Black Cobras during a raid. Since learning this, the rest of the small organization had feared that these two may give up the identities and whereabouts of other members. That, in collusion with INTERPOL’s networks already gaining a renewed interest in the group, caused alarm bells to sound and those still free of custody had to take more extreme measures than the originally agreed upon “laying low.” 

Lillian gathered her belongings loosely in her arms and tugged the rest behind her in the suitcase into her bedroom. After a short moment of assessing all that she had brought laid out on the clean white bed, she felt a wave of sadness boil up deep within. She stared into nothing and allowed herself a small moment of regret and longing for the life she had left behind which she in some way hoped to go back. Could she go back? What else did she know? In all, what she had brought from her small apartment nestled on the outer streets of Paris were 3 changes of clothes, her notebook, laptop, the few bottles and jars of bath products that she scooped off of the bathroom counter on her way out, a hair brush, wallet, passport, a few pens and pencils already at the bottom of the old backpack, a few other odds and ends including charging cables, headphones, sticky notes, and a flash drive, and finally, her small stuffed bunny named, well, bunny. She had been given this toy upon her birth from her mother. No matter where the young girl went, even today, the bunny never left her. Through all the running, the hiding, the restless movement, every home Lillian had occupied had also sheltered Bunny. So, when she got the call that one dreadful evening that she needed to evacuate, the first thing she packed, of course, was Bunny. 

After standing and reflecting for just a minute more, she now turned to carefully stack her few lasting toiletries on the dresser beside the bed. Upon moving she took a startled step back when she saw Jonathan standing in the doorframe, silent and watching. 

“Christ. Knock much?” She huffed and returned to her task. Jonathan remained in his place and said in a coldly, 

“I didn’t think I had to knock in my own home.” The girl rolled her eyes and began sifting through her packs once again in hopes of finding anything else she may have missed. Jon took a few steps into the bright room and looked down at his sister. A small change, barley noticeable, came across his face when he examined her. Pity, almost. With an only slightly relaxed tone than before he offered, 

“You can do your laundry down the hall, there is a basket in the closet.” Lillian spared a brief look at him and hummed a short breath in acknowledgment. When she moved to gather the basket that would carry her rain-dampened clothes to the washer, Jon took her spot in front of the bed with her belongings spread out. 

“Is this all you brought?” He asked bluntly. His sister, a much more emotive speaker replied in an offended huff, 

“Yes it is.” Trying to keep her annoyance at bay, she refused to look at him and forcefully shoved her few articles off the bed and into the basket. As she picked up the basket, her brother spoke again, this time in his best attempt at a softened voice, 

“If you need anything, I can take you shopping tomorrow, or I can get it for you. If you didn’t want to go out.” She slowed her movements, frustration falling away from her as quickly as it arose and looked up at her brother’s still stoic, unmoving gaze. Loosening her grip on the plastic basket she nodded shyly returning her gaze to the floor. It pained her ego enough to even show up at her brother’s door, and having to rely on him to get her basic necessities hurt in a way she hasn’t felt since living under her father. Jon stepped forward, not wanting to continue this display of emotion any further and gently placed a hand on the center of Lillian’s back. The touch shocked her and sent a shiver down her spine. Quietly, and as gently as the man could, he said, 

“I’ll show you where the laundry is.” A gentle guidance led Lillian out of the bedroom door. The soft delicate touch never left her until they made it to the machine. 

[sofya-fanfics]

The Stars Will Always Lead Me To You

Fandoms : Naruto / Doctor Who

Relationship : Thirteen x Sakura

My Crossover Ships Week 2023 contribution for the prompt : Reincarnation.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Sakura put her head in her hands as a sharp pain ran through her. She had never felt this. It was as if her head was going to explode from too much information. Thousands of images raced through her head. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She remembered everything. Her name was Rose Tyler and she had regenerated.

Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.

@crossover-ships-brainrot​

AO3 / FF.NET

The Doctor ran as fast as he could. The ship was heading straight towards a black hole, with about ten people on board. He had thought about all the possibilities and he had found a single solution. He had to gather everyone in one part of the ship and separate the other part to prevent the black hole from sucking them in entirely. But for that, someone had to stay at the risk of being sucked in. Only he could do it. But he would not have thought that Rose would knock him out to take his place.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but he had to hurry before it was too late. He had just reunited with her, after all these centuries without her. He had lost Amy, Rory and River, but Rose had reappeared in his life. She was no longer human. The TARDIS had changed something in her so she could not age anymore and she could not die.

For the first time in years, he was happy. They could finally live together forever. But things had not gone as it should and they were going to be separated again. He arrived at the heart of the ship, where it had to split in two. The door was closed. He tried to open it with his sonic screwdriver, but he could not opened it. Rose must have blocked it. He saw her through the glass of the door and he knocked with all his might.

“Rose !” He shouted. “Rose, open the door !” “No way,” she said, making the final adjustments to the central computer. “You won’t sacrifice yourself.” “Don't worry, I'll find a way to get back. But I'm begging you, open that door.”

Rose approached the glass.

“Promise me you won't stop running. You have to travel, find companions and show them the universe. The universe needs you.”

He did not care about the universe, he thought. All that mattered was getting Rose to safety. She put her hand on the glass and the Doctor imitated her. He begged her to discard the idea. Rose smiled, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“The stars will always lead me to you,” she said.

Without taking her eyes off him, she pointed her sonic screwdriver she had made in Pete's world at the computer and the ship split in two. The Doctor felt helpless. All he could do was watching Rose get sucked in the black hole while the part of the ship he was in drifted away.

After getting the entire crew to safety, the Doctor returned to the TARDIS. Why keep helping the universe, he thought bitterly, when the universe was taking everyone he loved from him.

******

Sakura lay down on the ground and watched the stars. The sky was clear and the stars sparkled brilliantly. She had always liked watching them. They soothed and comforted her. As far as she could remember, the stars had always brought her this feeling of well-being. When she was a child, she wanted to travel across the universe so she could visit distant galaxies. She was convinced that it was possible and she was still convinced of it.

Naruto lay down next to her. Sakura looked at him and smiled. He had had an arm transplant four months ago and he had insisted on going on a mission with Sakura. It was a simple two-day mission, but Sakura was happy to spend time with her best friend.

“Still watching at the stars,” he teased gently. “I find them comforting.” “Do you still believe you can travel to the stars ?”

Sakura laughed lightly and she patted his shoulder. Naruto could not help wincing.

“Stop making fun of me.”

But she was convinced that something was about to change. Something important that could change her life. After returning from the mission, Sakura had the strange feeling that she was drawing to the stars more and more. As if they were calling her. Every day, she felt like her brain was assimilating new knowledge, things she had never learned. At night, she had strange dreams. She dreamed of unknown creatures and distant planets. But some things were recurring. A blue box that was bigger on the inside and a man with different faces. One day, while she was sleeping, the name of that man came to her mind.

“Doctor !” Sakura called waking up suddenly.

She put her head in her hands as a sharp pain ran through her. She had never felt this. It was as if her head was going to explode from too much information. Thousands of images raced through her head. London, Powell Estate, Jacky, Mickey, the Doctor, the TARDIS, Bad Wolf, Pete's world, John, her reunion with the Doctor, the black hole.

Sakura lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She remembered everything. Her name was Rose Tyler and when she was being sucked in the black hole, she had regenerated. It was the only explanation she had. She would never have thought that Bad Wolf could do this. She had landed in Konoha as a baby. The Harunos had found her under the cherry blossoms and had named her Sakura. But unlike the Doctor, she had no memory of her past life until today. Sakura remembered the feeling she had that things were about to change. But she would never have believed in this kind of change.

******

Several weeks had passed and Sakura had only one idea in mind, to find the Doctor. But she had no way to contact him. Ever since she had regained her memory, she had been trying to build a device that might be able to send a signal to the TARDIS. She knew it would be complicated and it would take her time. But she was sure of one thing. No matter how many times they were apart, they would always meet again.

******

The Doctor lowered the throttle, but the TARDIS would not listen and did exactly as she pleased. They were heading to an unknown destination deep in the universe and that worried the Doctor. There was a violent jolt and she fell to the floor. She did not understand what was going on. The TARDIS suddenly stopped and the Doctor walked towards the screen. She opened her eyes wide as she read the instructions. Her hearts were pounding so hard she thought they would explode.

It was impossible. She did a new check and the result was the same. Rose was there. On the other side of the door. She remembered that fateful day when Rose had disappeared. There was no way she survived. But maybe… The Doctor felt hope rise in her. Maybe Rose was still alive. After all, it was not the first time that she thought she would not see her again and Rose miraculously reappeared in her life.

The Doctor only knew that she was in a village called Konoha, on a planet similar to Earth but which was millions of light years from where the black hole had been.

The Doctor ran out of the TARDIS. She was in front of a building that was being demolished. She stepped inside and nearly lost her balance when she felt a violent jolt. She arrived in a completely demolished hallway.

“What happened here ?” She wondered.

The floor shook again and the Doctor saw a figure running towards her. It was a young woman, but it was not Rose. She had pink hair and when she arrived in front of the Doctor, she could see her big green eyes.

“You mustn't stay here,” she said. “Run !”

She took her hand and they ran off. This took the Doctor back several centuries when she met Rose. This girl was not Rose, yet she felt the same warmth and sweetness in her hearts. The Doctor looked behind her and she saw two Cybermen. They left the building and the pink haired let go of her hand. The Doctor felt a void, but she came to her senses when the pink haired hit the ground with her fist and the building collapsed.

“Wow !” The Doctor exclaimed. “Impressive.”

The woman grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks.”

She looked towards the ruined building.

“I must have miscalculated,” she muttered. “The Cybermen should not have heard my call.”

The Doctor watched her. She had spoken far too softly and she had not understood what she had just said. She did not look like Rose. But she knew it was her. Everything in her knew it was Rose. Maybe she had regenerated. After all, there's still a lot she did not know about Bad Wolf.

“Is everything alright ?” She asked, noticing the Doctor watching her. “Yes, it is.”

The Doctor grinned from ear to ear. Suddenly, another Cyberman came towards them. The Doctor walked over to the building's electrical panel. The electrical wires were down. She ran her sonic over the panel. When the Cyberman would step on the wires, he would be electrocuted, she thought. But they had to leave quickly, it was also dangerous for them.

“Let's go,” the Doctor said.

She took her hand and the girl followed her without asking questions. They entered the TARDIS. The Doctor walked to the dashboard, while her guest looked around.

“It's…” she began. “It's bigger on the inside,” the Doctor continued.

She approached the Doctor, smiling.

“I knew you would hear my call.” “Rose,” the Doctor smiled. “From now on, my name is Sakura.”

Another flower name, the Doctor thought.

“What do you think about it ?” Sakura asked. “Is that a good or bad difference ?” “A good difference,” she answered, she had never been so happy.

Sakura took her hand and squeezed it.

“The stars will always lead me to you.”

This sentence which had caused her so much pain, now made her happy. She took Sakura in her arms and kissed her. She was reunited with her and she did not want to spend a second away from her.

No matter what would happen. Whether her name was Rose or Sakura. She was finally with the Doctor, aboard the TARDIS, forever.

The end

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne- (Flash) AU Chapter 3

“She just attacked him?”

Joe was being filled in on all that transpired while he was carrying out his mayoral duties.

You were seated in the med bay with a pair of meta cuffs on your hands. After the fight, you hadn’t put up much of a resistance. Not even when Caitlin had vibed your mind to search for some explanation. But with no luck. They were all a little scared right now. Barry played with the ring on his finger, his suit retracted a while ago.

Eobard woke up with a terrible headache, but otherwise okay.

They were all conversing in the cortex as they watched you through the glass doors.

“She seems pretty convinced that I’m the enemy. She said that I killed Barry’s parents. That we’ve been enemies for decades. “

“Crazy isn’t it?” Iris intervenes.

“According to all my tests she’s perfectly healthy. There isn’t anything to indicate that she’s been exposed to foreign agents that could have caused the delusions. Her brain activity is normal.” Iris adds.

The information just leaves them with more questions.

Eobard’s brows are furrowed.

“What if she isn’t hallucinating, what if it’s all real?” His statement draws in all their interests.

“The way she reacted to me, all what she said, it’s almost like she’s lived in an alternate reality. An alternate universe.”

Barry’s eyes widened.

“You don’t mean..”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Dr. Wells used to dominate in this field of science before he retired and decided to teach. I’ve read all of his books and he speculates about other worlds. With all the crazy things we see, would another world be that far fetched. “

Barry shakes his head.

“I guess not. “

They’d been through so many crazy meta and situations, this should be easy.

The ringing of Cisco’s phone pulled his attention. “I have to get back to the precinct.” Cisco states.

“That’s alright, we’ll keep you updated. “

“If anything changes just call me.” Cisco sent one last look in your direction before he was heading out of the cortex.

“I should probably get going.” If the mayor was gone too long of course suspicion would arise.

“Please if anything changes.”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Joe looked reluctant to leave. They all understood why.

Now it was just Iris, Barry, Eobard and Caitlin. None of them were sure what course of action was necessary.

“I feel bad for cuffing her.” Iris says looking down at the clipboard in her hand.

“We didn’t exactly have a choice. She was punching the crap out of Eobard.”

“I was letting her win. “ He brushed off. Barry just smirked.

“Whatever you say. Either way, we can’t have her running around beating the crap out of people she thinks are her enemies. I was lucky to grab her when I did. She was moving crazy fast. How is she so powerful so quickly? It took Eobard months to figure out that lightning throw technique. She did it with ease.”

Iris nods.

“That’s another reason why Eobard’s theory might not be so impossible. This is so interesting.” Barry could already tell that Iris was to go full on scientist.

“Alright doctor, before you get pulled in we should all talk to her.”

“Maybe it’s better if Eobard stays outside.” Caitlin intervenes.

“He’ll be fine. She’s cuffed.” Barry waved off. He was already walking in your direction, and they followed behind.

The doors open upon their entrance, closing behind them. Your gaze drifted over lazily. You looked like you were still trying to absorb all the information. For the most part you gave no reaction. But the second Eobard was inside, your body tensed. You straightened in the chair, ready for a fight it would seem.

“Relax, we just want to talk.” Eobard spoke. Your jaw was still clenched.

“The second I’m free I’m going to drive your face into the pavement.” You hissed.

Eobard grimaced at the mental image.

“I must have been an absolute menace for her to hate so much.”

It was a bit disheartening.

“This is worse than when Barry told us he was stuck in that musical.” You grumble. Eobard raises a brow, but doesn’t comment.

“Just so I’m following, in your reality. We’re enemies.”

“Exactly.”

“And you hate me?”

“Detest, abhor!”

Your eyes are not the least bit welcoming. Barry chuckles from the side. Earning a nudge from Caitlin

“Come on you have to admit this is crazy especially since Eobard has a cru-’

“Crucial need to solve this case.” Eobard’s stare moves to Barry, silencing him.

To get to the bottom of this, they needed more answers.

“It’s just so unusual. He’s a hero in this reality, but it sounds like he’s a villain in yours.” Iris says.

Eobard and hero should not be placed in the same sentence.

“I know you think I’m an enemy. There’s nothing I can say that would give you a peace of mine. So why don’t we try to evaluate. Maybe if you tell us the changes in your reality, it might help us understand how you ended up in ours. “

Your expression didn’t change. Not at all. You just sat upright, glare still pointed at Eobard.

“Where I’m from, you’re called the Reverse Flash. You killed Barry’s parents, created the explosion in the particle accelerator which killed Caitlin’s fiance. Tried to kill Barry multiple times. Triggered a second minor particle accelerator explosion that gave me my powers, then tried to kill me. Actually killed Cisco. But because the timelines changed, he survived. Is there anything else you need to know?”

They were startled by the information. The silence was deafening. Barry is the one that broke the clearly tense air.

“Wow, you’re an asshole in her reality, Eobard.” Caitlin smacked his hand, and Iris just sighed at their antics.

“I can’t believe that another version of me is a killer.” Eobard muttered.

You didn’t want to believe that this version was acting so humane.

“This is some trick right. You might have them all confused, but somehow you meddled with the timeline and now you’re playing them all like puppets. I know you Eobard. A hero, that’s laughable. This whole timeline is a joke. You’re a murder. A coward and a disgusting monster!!” You jump out of the chair, and Barry gets between you.

“That’s enough. You need to stop acting like a child.”

Your face falls.

“B-But Barry he-”

“He’s trying to help you. We all are. From the moment you got here you’ve done nothing but act irrationally. You say he’s an enemy in your reality and we believe you. We’re trying to solve this, but we can’t do that if you keep yelling threats at our friend. Eobard is part of this team. This family.”

You couldn’t believe this.

“I-I’m your family…”

“No you’re not. You’re just some version of our friend.”

If it was possible to hear a heart shatter, you were positive they would have all heard it. The minute those words leave his mouth, Barry looks apologetic.

“(Y/N) listen. I didn’t mean it like that it’s just you-”

He touches your shoulder, and you shrug it off. Turning your back, you lift your cuffed hands, climbing onto the bed as you turn your back to them. You lay down, and no one says a word.

“(Y/N).” You don’t respond to Barry’s call.

They all get the message. Iris pulls the cover up to your shoulder.

“I’ll be back with some food.” You can hear their footsteps echo as they exit. Eobard is the last one to turn away and leave.

“I hope you’re happy. You..won..” 

He can practically hear the tears in your tone. Against his better judgment, he turns back in your direction. When the rest of them spot what he’s doing they are about to advise against it.

Eobard slides the key out of his pocket, and takes your wrists gently. He frees you from the cuffs, and you can only stare. The fresh tears on your cheeks. The sight breaks his heart.

“Hit me. If that’ll make you feel better then hit me. There’s not much I can do to convince you that I’m not that evil speedster that you know. So if punching me will elevate even a bit of your pain then I’ll gladly be your punching bag. “ 

He opens his arms.

“Hit me. As many times as you want. I won’t fight back.”

You just stare.

How can this man, blond hair, green eyes hold so much care towards you.

As you look at him, you can’t find it in yourself to attack. He just stands there, waiting.

You just look down at the floor, gripping the edge of the bed. The tears come cascading down before you can stop them. Your shoulders shake, and Eobard’s hands lower as he watches your devastated state.

“I…don’t know what I’m supposed to do..” You cry.

It’s raw and real. You can’t hold back. Because the whole point of this was to spare Barry so he could have a life without Eobard. Maybe you’ve done just that. Maybe Barry and the other’s are off in that other reality surviving. Living life while you’re stuck here where nothing makes sense. You just feel so lost and broken. You are alone here. Just like you’ve been all your life.

Eobard can’t seem to stop himself. He moves closer, and pulls you into a hug. He knows that the outcome of this situation won’t end well. You’ll probably punch him in the gut or smack him around again. But he can’t help it.

“I’ll do everything in my power to help you (Y/N). You’re a part of us. You’re a part of this team. Our family.”

He waits for you to fire some attack, but to his surprise, he receives no resistance. You actually hold on. It could be due to your emotional state. You just bury your face into his chest and break down.

Eobard holds on tight.

[treetownconfessions]

htf but i rate them depending on how efficiently theyd give me trans top/bottom surgery

Rating the ones that are rate-able from best to worst.

Sniffles: Good. Registered doctor and surgeon and would probably run by the procedure multiple times in his head to be extra sure he isn't doing anything wrong.

Giggles: Alright. She has been a nurse and has assisted in past surgeries, so she could probably do the whole thing and stitch you up and disinfect you fine afterwards; it may or may not be botched, it's the toss of a coin.

Handy: Unsanitary. The slicing, attaching, and stitching he can do fine, but whether or not it's the image you had in mind, not to mention that he used construction tools there, could give you tetanus.

Lumpy: Not good. The chances that you wake up and it's a jumble of parts down there: or that he’s done an entirely different procedure on you and now your leg is gone, is very likely.

Mime: Questionable. Tells you to close your eyes and he'll perform a magic trick that'll get rid of the parts you want gone: unfortunately, he can't replace them with anything, so now it's just a smooth spot down there and you'll probably die from a UTI later because you can no longer urinate.

Fliqpy: Less-than-ethical. He'll gladly chomp off any bits of your body that you request, but the stitch-up, disinfectant, and everything else is no longer his problem. You'd either die very fast from bleeding out or some kind of infection, but at least it's gone, right?

Splendid: Terrible. He convinces himself and only himself that he can just use his laser eyes to not only slice it off, but instantly cauterize it too, which would in theory fix the stitch and disinfect problem in one. You die instantly.

sounds abt right

[igeekwriting]

McGee and Internecine.

Definition: Adj, 1. Of or relating to struggle within a nation, organization, or group.

2. Mutually destructive; ruinous or fatal to both sides.

3. Characterized by bloodshed or carnage.

Scenario #1. Inspired by a scene from Rizzoli and Isles.

All you could hear was the sound of your own breathing and heartbeat. Your whole team pointing their guns at you as the suspect takes you hostage, holding his own gun to your head and threatening to kill you. The only thing going through your mind was to stop him.

You: Shoot him!!!! Shoot him!!!

You kept screaming.

Your eyes suddenly fall on McGee. The heart shattering look between you is something you only see in movies or read about in books. You and McGee have been dating for a couple of months.You haven't even said I love you to each each other yet, and now it looks like you'll never get the chance to. You break eye contact when you feel a sharp pain go through your side. A bullet had gone through you and into the suspects appendix, killing him instantly. Shock overtakes you. You don't even feel yourself fall to the pavement.

Paramedics rush to help you as you are falling in and out of conciseness from the loss of blood. The next time you're awake is when you're laying on the gurney with an oxygen mask on your face about to be rolled onto the ambulance. Your eyes search for McGee, and when they find him, he's already staring at you. You reach your arm out to him for a brief moment before you're put into the ambulance.

Later.

You've been in surgery for hours, while Gibbs and McGee have been sitting outside the operating room waiting to hear from the doctors taking care of you.

McGee can't help but go through every detail of that day.

McGee's POV

It was all happening so fast, no time to think, just react. We thought we had the "suspect" surrounded enough to where we thought he wouldn't try anything and possibly surrender. But he was very determined to get away. Y/N came running out of the building that was in front of us with her gun drawn, that's when he grabbed her, knocking her gun out of her hand and drawing his own gun and putting the barrel to her head and then he started dragging her away. I've never been so angry in my entire life, but it was short lived when I started hearing her scream "shoot him" "Don't worry about me, just shoot him" We caught each other's eyes and my whole heart and soul shattered into a million pieces. The thought of shooting Y/N turns my stomach. Then suddenly I saw the bullet go through her and it knocked the breath right out of me. It would've brought me to my feet, but I knew I had to be professional, so I quickly caught my balance. The last thing I remember clearly was right before she was put into the ambulance. Seeing her laying on a stretcher is an image I'll never forget, her eyes when she saw me, her arm reaching towards me as if she was begging me not to leave her.

End of POV

A doctor finally comes out to talk to Gibbs and McGee. McGee jumps out of his chair.

McGee: How is she?

Doctor: Her surgery took longer than expected. We had some difficulty replacing her blood supply. She's stable...for now. We'll keep her here under observation for the next two days. If nothing serious happens, then she'll be able to go home.

Gibbs: How long will it take for her to recover?

Doctor: Physically? Three months. Mentally and emotionally? I strongly recommend she have a mental evaluation before returning to work.

Gibbs: I'll make sure she does.

McGee: Me too. When can I see her?

Doctor: She's being moved into a room now, we'll let you know when she's ready for visitors.

45 minutes later.

McGee enters your hospital room and is surprised to find you trying to stand up. You've almost made it, but then you look up and flop back down on the bed.

You: The sooner I get out of this bed, the sooner we can continue with this case.

McGee doesn't say anything. Instead, he just stands there, studying you.

You: Timothy?

He swiftly walks towards you. You have no time to realize what's going on. You suddenly feel his hands gently cupping both sides of your face and his lips on yours. The kiss was soft, gentle yet intense and passionate enough to take your breath away. He breaks the kiss and deeply looks into your eyes.

McGee: I love you.

You silently pause for a second before responding.

You: I love you too.