#1060 words of no one getting hurt

[percynorthwest]

Jegulus microfic - doctor

2/5-2024 @jegulus-microfic words:~1060

cw:medical inaccuracies, pregnancy scare (ig?), complications, ectopic pregnancy

"And how long has the pain been going on for?"

"It started maybe two days ago. But it got so much worse this morning." Regulus replied. "And my shoulders started hurting too, at the same time," Regulus shrugged, "I don't know."

James could see that tried his best to keep his composure, but he could see the pain Regulus was in by his stiff posture and the constant frown on his face.

"And since then, it feels like I'm constantly on the brink of fainting."

The doctor typed quickly on her computer. She too had a quaint frown on her face. James held Regulus' hand, stroking his thumb over the back of his hand. Regulus hand was cold, more so than usual, and he was looking a tad to pale, all furthering James' worry.

James looked up to Regulus' face, and saw how he took deep, rhythmical, breaths, once again indicating of how much pain he was in. His eyes were closed tightly, and when he opened them, he blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. James understood how much he hated this; being so in the centre of attention; being vulnerable; in pain. James raised Regulus' hand to give it a soft kiss.

"And how long ago since your last period?" the doctor asked.

Regulus stiffened further where he sat on the plastic bed. This wasn't a topic Regulus was particularly comfortable with.

"Ehm, two years ago, maybe." He replied, still looking uncomfortable, "It kinda stopped once I got on hormones."

The doctor swirled away from the computer screen, now instead facing Regulus on her chair.

"Are you sexually active?"

James could see Regulus getting immediately red, before he answered with a nod. Then Regulus' frown deepened further.

"But I have an IUD, since like three years ago. And I'm at no risk of STDs or anything" He explained quickly with a now really worried look on his face, looking even more pale.

"It's still highly unlikely, but not impossible." The doctor explained, following Regulus' line of thinking. "I want to be on the safe side though, so I'm going to order some blood test, that will not only screen for pregnancy, and then I'd also like to order an ultrasound."

Regulus was certainly looking a lot more pale now, but he nodded along.

"Both the blood test and the ultrasound could indicate what's going on, not only whether or not it's a pregnancy."

Regulus looked just as worried, but he nodded again, maybe just a tad relieved after the doctor's reassurance.

When the doctor left the room, Regulus dropped his head back on the plastic bed, groaning out loud. James dragged his chair closer to the bed, wanting to support Regulus in any way he could. Regulus dragged his legs up, folding himself up like a ball. James placed a hand on Regulus' knee. He could hear Regulus' uneven breathing, making his heart break further. He stood up, bringing his hands to Regulus' face, cupping slightly and wiping away the few tears that had started falling down his chin.

A nurse or something akin to one, maybe a midwife, entered the room. Both James and Regulus startled slightly, and Regulus immediately wiped away any of the tears James had missed. James didn't sit back down again, wanting to be as close as possible.

"If you could just come with me," she said softly.

They followed her into another room, in the same part of the hospital. The room had stirrups, which made Regulus grip James' hand more tightly. Another nurse sat in the room already, and he seemed to be preparing blood tests.

Regulus was asked to sit down, and the male nurse took two vials of blood, while the other nurse prepared the ultrasound. After the vials were filled with crimson red blood, the male nurse left -thankfully, as Regulus probably didnt want more people in the room than necessary.

The whole procedure was quite quick. Regulus was asked to take his pants off and place his legs in those uncomfortable stirrups, and the nurse could quite quickly confirm that Regulus had a ectopic pregnancy, letting Regulus get down and get dressed again.

"What does that mean?" James asked after Regulus didn't say anything.

"The egg has been fertilized outside of the uterus," she explained. "In your case on your left fallopian tube. It happens to about one in 90 pregnancy, and if one is to get pregnant while using an IUD, the risk increases." Regulus nodded, seeming to be listening in. "I'll have to confer with the doctor, but either you will have to wait it out, under observation, or you'll be given medicines to stop furthering growth. There's also a surgery, if necessary."

She left in order to get the doctor.

Regulus turned to James, with a stern look on his face.

"We are never having sex again."

James immediately burst out in laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound, so stunned by the exclamation. Regulus was looking straight ahead, but James could see a smirk creeping on his face.

Once James had managed to stop, he turned to Regulus again;

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, looking intently at his boyfriend's face, trying to gauge his emotions.

"Pretty fucking bad." he said, laughing slightly, but James could see the look of anxiety on his face, as well as a few tears escaping his eyes.

Regulus closed his eyes tightly, and groaned loudly as he pressed the heel of his hands into his face.

"I mean what the actual fuck? This is barley supposed to be possible!"

James didn't know what to say, instead just stroking Regulus' hair, tucking a lock behind his ear.

"I don't know, baby," he murmured, placing a kiss on top of his hair.

"This is your fault, you know." Regulus said, dropping his hands in order to glare at James. "You're sleeping on the couch indefinitely."

"Sure," he replied warmly. He would probably sleep on the street if Regulus so asked.

Regulus turned on the bed, dropping his legs of the side, now sitting turned to James. His face was still slightly crunched up in pain, and tears framed his eyes. He leaned towards James, who immediately engulfed him in a tight hug. Reg sobbed quietly into James' chest. James stroked his back.

"Everything will be okay," He murmured, once again into the top of his hair.

a/n:

i don't have a medical degree or anything, this is from what i've been taught in school and what i've researched online, so this could possibly be incredibly inaccurate, probably most so regarding procedure etc.

[xoxoavenger]

i haven’t seen any wade wilson x reader on your account but i know it’s on your character list so I was wondering if you could do a fic with him? maybe whump where she gets hurt or something?? you don’t have to if you don’t actually write for him! thank you

ah yes! first wade wilson fic coming up! I hope you enjoy

Ice Skating

pairing: Wade Wilson x Fem!Reader

word count: 1060

warnings: reader is insomniac, no one gets too hurt

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"Are you sleeping?" Wade asks as he walks out of the room. Y/N's in the kitchen, tiredly steeping a tea bag with one hand and the other holding her head up. She looks up at Wade, who is butt ass naked, and then her eyes droop again as she shrugs. "Yeah, definitely not sleeping." He goes back into the bedroom and puts on pants before walking back out.

"I'm trying." She tells him, but he can see the other mugs in the sink that she hasn't washed.

"And clearly not succeeding, because I walked out naked and you didn't bat an eye." She rolls her eyes and yawns as he puts his arms around her, head resting on her shoulder.

"Well, maybe it's because you just don't have it anymore." She takes the tea bag out and brings the cup to her lips as Wade scoffs behind her. "Can't put me to sleep." She's joking with him, they both know that Wade isn't underperforming in any way.

"We both know you're lying." He tells her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"You don't know that." She whispers, drinking more tea.

"You're not gonna go back to sleep if you're drinking caffeine." Wade takes her mug from her and she smacks him.

"It's not caffeinated, you idiot." She takes it back, moving away from him to look at the clock on the oven.

"You can't blame me for being concerned at," He turns as well, a sigh coming out. "Three AM. Good God." He puts a hand back on her waist, leaning over to steal a kiss.

"You can go back to sleep." She says, but he grabs the biscuits from the cupboard and opens them up for her.

"Not without you." He smiles. They both know he could go to sleep without her, if he wanted. He'd done it before. But he didn't want to, so he stayed awake.

"I don't know if that's happening tonight." She tells him, but he just shakes his head.

"That's okay." He's nice right now, because he doesn't think he can handle the backlash Y/N will throw at him if he did. "I've gone without sleeping before." He winks before he can stop himself, but Y/N laughs at this.

"I'm so tired." She whispers, and that's when he knows it's bad, because she doesn't throw it back.

"Seein' someone behind my back?" He shakes his head and frowns. "I knew it, ya know, I can tell when you're fakin' it."

"I can assure you, you cannot." She takes a sip of the tea, ignoring his scoff.

"Maybe I just don't tell you. Ever think of that?" He begins to make himself coffee. "Maybe I just want my own release."

"Maybe that's why I'm seein' someone." This is their running joke, one they make when they're too tired to actually be funny. Every version of this joke had been beaten to death, yet they still continue.

"It's because he has a bigger dick than me, isn't it?" Wade asks with a frown, making Y/N shrug and take another sip of her tea.

"Faking it," She reminds him, and he groans.

"What can I do? Take you ice skating?" He suggests and she rolls her eyes. He downs half his coffee in one gulp because he knows she's not sleeping tonight.

"When have we ever gone ice skating?" She asks, letting out a little chuckle. It makes Wade feel better, making her laugh after her hard night.

"Well maybe that's why you're seeing someone else." Wade realizes that her tea is out and grabs it for her to put it it in the sink. "What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Maybe The Princess Bride?" She suggests it because they've watched it a million times, and she's hoping to fall asleep on this couch. Wade puts it on without saying anything about how much they've already seen it, and she falls a little more in love with him.

"Tomorrow, ice skating. I'll pick you up at 7." He winks, and she just cuddles into him.

"It's a date." She yawns, smiling lightly.

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The next day is exhausting. She wants to just lay on the couch all day, and Wade is happy to let her because it means that he can cuddle, which he loves to do. He makes her tea, and tries to get her to take a nap, but she still insists on skating after not being able to sleep once more. So off they go, and Y/N swears she can feel every sore muscle and bone in her entire body. Still, she laces up her skates and takes Wade's hand as they get onto the frozen lake that Wade had found outside of the city.

They've only been there for 15 minutes when it happens.

Her eyelids are heavy, but the've been heavy all day. She's yawning a lot, and Wade is practically dragging her. She knows about half a second before it actually happens, feeling her heart start to race. She tries to give a sign to Wade, but the world is already black.

Wade feels the moment her hand starts to go slack in his. When he turns to her, her eyes are closed and she's starting to fall. He quickly grabs her, and the momentum takes them to the cold ice. His heart starts to pound as he sits on the floor in the middle of the lake, Y/N unconscious in his arms. He knows it has to be because she's so tired - why had he insisted on going ice skating?

"You're okay, baby." Wade whispers to her as he pushes the hair away from her face. He tries to calm himself as he waits for her to open her eyes. She's still breathing, and the longer they wait, the more Wade begins to shake from the cold.

"Wade?" Y/N asks when she finally opens her eyes after a few of the longest minutes of his life, blinking the snowflakes that fell on her eyes away. She stares at him, and he can only stare back. "What happened?" He breathes out a sigh of relief, holding her close.

"What happened is we're never going out after a bad sleep day again." He tells her, trying to make his heart stop racing.

"So, everyday." She groans, and he just shakes his head.

"We'll figure something out." 

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[infiniteeight8]

I dom't know if i asked this before but:

Alpha/Alpha ironstrange meeting in a Gala pre-ironman

Anon also added:

Oh that Alpha/Alpha ironstrange in Pre-ironman if you could please make it spicy with dom/sub tones.

I debated for some time if spicy meant smut or just flirting with intent, and I thought it probably meant flirting with intent, but the idea I got was smutty, so that’s what you’re getting. LOL. It seemed the best way to get in the dom/sub tones as well.

Also, Stephen may be a sub here, but he’s also an alpha, so. Uh, also, I got a little carried away. 1060 words carried away...

Under the cut for obvious reasons.

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Stephen laughed in delight as the bathroom door swung open under the force of his body striking it, spilling him and Tony into the small room and breaking the kiss Tony had been going for at the same time. “If you’re going to push me up against a wall,” he mocked, “better make sure it’s a wall that can hold me.”

“Big words from a man pegging his strength on a door,” Tony shot back, but he did crowd Stephen up against a wall in the vestibule of this very fancy bathroom. He leaned in and ran his nose along the underside of Stephen’s jaw, the thick scent there going straight to his cock. The other alpha had a dry, spicy scent, so sharp it almost hurt. It made Tony’s mouth water with the desire to bite.

“And you have yet to deliver on the promise you made me on the dance floor,” Stephen said. “Perhaps I should find someone who will.”

A growl slipped out of Tony and he yanked Stephen away from the wall, turning and bending him over the counter that ran along one side of the vestibule wall instead. There were no sinks, not in here, but there was a long mirror. Stephen grinning at him from the reflection, the expression broken by a gasp when Tony gave him a hard slap on the ass. 

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Tony said. He pressed his cock, achingly hard but still restrained by his pants, against Stephen’s ass as he reached around to open the alpha’s pants and belt. 

“Well, not with that to look forward to,” Stephen moaned, rubbing back against Tony’s cock. 

Tony yanked Stephen’s pants and underwear down hurriedly, retrieved the lube from his own pocket, and pushed one slick finger into him. Stephen moaned. It was all Tony could do not to echo him. Stephen was even tighter than most alphas. If it hadn’t been for his absolutely filthy mouth on the dance floor, Tony would have thought he’d never done this before. 

Glancing at the mirror to check how Stephen was doing, Tony caught his breath to see the dazed, pleasure glazed look on his face. Fuck, Stephen loved this. Tony added a second finger, maybe a little too soon, but Stephen just moaned, head dropping as he pushed back into the touch. Tony rushed the prep, he knew he did, but Stephen was moaning and squirming and fuck, if he wasn’t entirely ready then he obviously wanted it that way. 

Tony buried his cock in one long stroke and Stephen cried out so loud that Tony wondered if they could hear him, back at the gala. It didn’t make him stop, though. Instead, the very real possibility that someone might wander into the unlocked bathroom and see Metro General’s star neurosurgeon bent over for Tony only made him go harder.

“Fuck,” Tony panted. He reached up and took hold of the back of Stephen’s neck, pressing him down into the counter and holding him there as he fucked him. “You are so fucking tight.” Tight and hot, fuck, the clutch of Stephen’s body was incredible, and the scent of him, sharp pheromones rising up in what felt like a cloud of need and arousal, making Tony almost dizzy with the drive to take. 

Stephen’s hoarse words caught in his throat twice before he managed to get them out, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

Tony groaned and thrust in harder. “Keep talking like that and you’ll end up taking my knot.”

“Was that—” Stephen cried out as Tony fuck into him again, then caught his breath and tried again. “Was that not the plan?”

Holy shit. Tony had been with alphas before, but not one of them had ever been willing to take a knot. Fuck, Stephen was perfect. Still— “You really want to get knotted in a public washroom?” It would almost double the length of time they’d be here, and thus the chances of someone walking in on them.

“Surely you can take care of it, alpha,” Stephen voice low and rough and fuck, Tony’s knot was swelling already, not enough to tie yet but close.

“Damn right I can,” he gasped, pride rising despite the fact he knew Stephen was doing it on purpose. He gripped the back of Stephen’s neck a little tighter and gave his hips a little twist on the next thrust and Stephen made a high, keening noise of pleasure and need and fuck, Tony was going to have to keep him, Stephen was going to ruin him for anyone else. “That’s it,” Tony said, driving his cock into Stephen again and again and again. “That’s perfect, just like that, fuck, you’re perfect.”

Stephen squirmed some more and Tony’s knot throbbed and yes, yes, that was it. Growling roughly, Tony thrust hard. For one breathless instant he thought it wasn’t going to work, and then Stephen’s body gave way and Tony’s knot popped into his ass, his hole immediately clenching down on Tony so hard that he came instantly. Tony gasped for breath as his cock spurted again and again, filling Stephen with his come. He was almost shaking when the waves of pleasure started to fade.

“Alpha,” Stephen begged, voice wrecked with need.

“I’ve got you,” Tony said roughly, reaching around Stephen to take the other alpha’s cock in hand. He was so hard it only took a couple of strokes before he came, his hole spasming around Tony’s cock so tight Tony had to clench his jaw against whines of overstimulation.

In the aftermath, the room almost seemed to echo with the sound of their panting as they tried to catch their breath. Tony caught Stephen’s gaze in the mirror and the two of them broke into laughter briefly. “I can take care of it,” Tony said, “but I really hope no one needs the bathroom in the next twenty minutes.”

“Likewise.” Stephen sighed as Tony slid his hand down from his neck to stroke gently up and down his back instead. “Please tell me we can do this again.”

“Hell yes,” Tony agreed. “Preferably somewhere private, where I can take my time with you.”

“Oh yes,” Stephen murmured. Tony met his gaze in the mirror and licked his lips at the heat he found there.

Sooner rather than later, he thought.

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2024 - Day 1

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Prompt: Meeting the Family || Magic

Rating: T

Word Count: 1060

Pairing: GerEng

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Author's Note: When you forget when your own ship event week starts. I thought it started today lol.

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It wasn't the newspaper or radio that notified Arthur when the Berlin Wall fell. It was an urgent yet joyful phone call from Ludwig.

He had never heard the stoic man’s voice so light, so rapid, so overflowing with vigor. Arthur’s heart leaped at the sound.

What his heart wasn’t leaping at was the haste dinner invitation to celebrate at the end of the week. But Arthur couldn’t say no when Ludwig sounded so happy and so excited to introduce him as his boyfriend.

“You didn’t tell me everyone would be here,” Arthur hissed when he approached the arch to the dining room.

It wasn’t just Gilbert but practically all the Germanics and those close to them: Roderich, Erzsébet, Bash, Erika, and of course the man of the hour Gilbert. Who, despite his grin, was staring daggers into him.

“Good to see you, Arthur,” Gilbert mused, approaching him with an extended hand.

Arthur eyed it suspiciously. He looked over to Ludwig, that pure glint in his eye softened Arthur. He shook Gilbert’s hand, plastering a smile to his face. “Good to see you too. It’s nice to have you back.”

“Danke. Now come. I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

Gilbert led them to the dining room. Perhaps it had just been Arthur’s nerves and Gilbert actually hadn’t been glaring. They all laughed and ate, shared memories of similar feasts, and overall just enjoyed the presence of each other. Not even an invasive question in sight about his and Ludwig’s relationship. And the food was good too. It had been a while since he had a proper cooked meal between work and his inability to cook.

But just as he was starting to think he was worrying for nothing, Gilbert approached him and asked to talk in private. When Arthur met his eyes a chill ran down his spine.

Ludwig looked over to Arthur, their eyes meeting. Ludwig looked worried. Arthur reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’ll be fine,” he murmured.

He followed Gilbert to the hallway.

“What’s your goal?” Gilbert spat.

“Goal?”

He shoved Arthur against the wall, gripping the collar of his shirt, any facade of being polite melted away to reveal his rageful, bloodthirsty core. Even with his nation dissolved and his body weak in state, he was not much different than the warmongering nation he represented. Or used to represent.

“Don’t play stupid,” he growled. “What are you trying to get from Ludwig? This decade's new toy, hm? One you can use to forget how lonely and bitter you are. Get your kicks for a bit, maybe play house before you get bored and toss him out like trash.”

Arthur scoffed. “What are you even going on about?”

Gilbert pressed him further into the wall. “I know you. And I know how you are in relationships. Never staying too long. You did it to your son and Francis and I picked up the pieces.”

“Leave Alfred out of this,” he warned, voice low.

“Well, anything is on the table considering you’re fucking my baby brother. Damn, cradle robber. Ludwig is a good kid. And despite my best efforts, a sensitive soul. He’s hardworking, he’s got a good head on his shoulders, fiercely loyal, wants to do better than the ones who’ve come before him. Some relic of the past like you who only cares about himself is the last person who deserves him.”

For a moment, they just stared each other down, eyes ablaze, waiting for one to back down.

Arthur wanted to protest, but Gilbert was right at least to some extent. He was lonely and bitter and selfish. But he didn’t drop relationships because he was bored, it was because he knew he didn’t deserve them. That he would hurt them more by staying.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ludwig peeking out. Something warm fluttered in his heart and pumped through his veins. He had to suppress a smile because he knew it would just make Gilbert angrier or make him look like he didn’t care.

He did care. Because he loved Ludwig. Because Ludwig made him happy and clearly he made Ludwig happy.

“I was the one who was there when you couldn’t be,” Arthur finally shot back. “I was the only one who could withstand his anger and stubbornness when he tried to push everyone away. I was the one who pulled him out of that dark place. And I won’t give you the details because that is something Ludwig alone can choose to disclose, but just know I was one of the main ones who supported him. You’re right, I am a shitty person. And I don’t deserve someone as perfect as Ludwig. But I want to protect him, I want to make him smile and by God, I’m going to do it as long as he allows me. Because in the end, this relationship isn’t a choice for you to make, but for us. For Ludwig to make.”

Gilbert‘s grip loosened, jaw going slack, eyes confused and wide. For once the loudmouth was speechless.

After a moment, Gilbert went to speak, but Ludwig cut it, grabbing his brother's arm/

“Please let go of my boyfriend.” His words were polite, but there was a sharpness under them. Gilbert immediately backed away.

Ludwig wrapped an arm around Arthur and pulled him close to his side. “In the future, could you please not scare him or insult him? He’s right. This isn’t your choice, it’s mine. I’m not a child anymore and I’ve more than proven I can stand on my own without my big brother always protecting me.”

Gilbert was shocked before, but now he was completely gobsmacked. He stared at the two for a moment before lowering his gaze and whispering an apology. He sulked back into the dining room.

When they were finally alone, Ludwig pulled Arthur into a tight embrace, burying his face into his shoulder. Arthur smiled softly, squeezing him back.

“I’m a little drained,” Ludwig murmured, “Erzse packed up some dessert for us to enjoy back home.”

“That sounds like a marvelous idea,” Arthur mused, pressing a kiss to Ludwig’s cheek.

Hand-in-hand the two walked out to Ludwig’s car and made their way home to compress after a stressful evening. Well, meeting the family was rarely ever easy.

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Love Unvieled

A/N:  I am behind and I am trying to get posts out. I apologize for the wait and please send me anything you want me to write

pairing: Sebastian x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff, little angst

w/c: 1060

Prompt: Sebastian and Reader have begun dating. However, Sebastian wants to show the reader his secret. 

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Y/N Phantomhive, sibling of the young Earl Ciel Phantomhive, lived a life unlike most within the walls of the grand Phantomhive Manor. Shadows danced around them, whispering secrets, and the winds carried echoes of the supernatural. Many rumors spread about the family, and there was more truth to them than one would like to admit. Among the enigmatic figures in the manor, none captivated Y/N as Sebastian Michaelis, the elegant and ever-dutiful butler.

From the moment they laid eyes on Sebastian, a subtle yet undeniable spark ignited between them. Their exchanges were laced with witty banter and fleeting glances that held promises of something more. It was a dangerous game, for Sebastian was no ordinary man. Deep down, Y/N sensed he held secrets darker than the night itself. Ciel had warned them against getting too close, but they knew Sebastian would never hurt them.

As days turned into nights and nights into days, the attraction between Y/N and Sebastian grew stronger. They found solace in stolen moments, glances, and the intoxicating allure of their forbidden connection. In the quiet corners of the manor, they would steal away, sharing kisses and whispered confessions. The boundaries of duty and social standing blurred as their hearts entwined.

One evening, as the manor's halls cloaked in silence, Y/N found themselves alone with Sebastian after he finished his evening duties. The air crackled with tension, their hearts beating in harmony as they confessed their hidden desires. It was a moment of vulnerability, truth hanging heavy in the air, waiting to be revealed. Their flirting had turned into a relationship. They had many nights talking and engaging in other activities, forming a bond, but something was wrong.

Sebastian, unable to bear the weight of his deception any longer, took a deep breath and made a confession that would change everything, including their relationship. He revealed his true nature, unveiling himself as a demon—an entity far removed from the realm of mortals. The revelation hung heavy in the air, heavy with uncertainty.

Y/N's eyes widened with disbelief, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the truth laid before them. "A demon?" they whispered, their voice trembling. "But... that's impossible…"

Sebastian's crimson eyes held a mix of anticipation and fear. He had braced himself for their reaction, knowing it could either solidify their bond or shatter it entirely. "I understand if this is too much for you to accept," he said softly. "But I wanted to share my true self with you, to be honest in a way I have never been before with you."

Y/N's mind raced as they tried to process the enormity of the revelation. Images of supernatural creatures, dark magic, and the unknown flooded their thoughts, but… It explains a lot. Amidst the chaos, there was something else—a deep-rooted trust and affection for the demon butler who had shown them love and devotion beyond measure. They knew what he said was true.

With a mixture of uncertainty and determination, Y/N reached out, their hand trembling slightly. "Sebastian... I may not fully understand the intricacies of your existence, but one thing I do know is that I love you. Your true form doesn't change that, and I wish to see you as you truly are."

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, his heart leaping at their words. For so long, he had hidden his true self, fearing rejection and repulsion. But here stood Y/N, not only accepting him but embracing him and sharing words he had longed to hear. A wave of relief washed over him, and a soft smile tugged at his lips.

Encouraged by their reassurance, Sebastian mustered the courage to reveal his true form—a sight that very few had witnessed and lived to tell the tale. In a swirl of darkness, his elegant butler's facade dissolved, giving way to the visage of a demon. His hair turned long and obsidian, black wings sprouting from his back, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. Horns sprouted from his forehead, adding an air of ethereal danger to his presence.

Y/N gasped, their breath catching in their throat as they beheld the sight before them. The initial shock was undeniable, for demons were creatures of nightmares and legends. But soon, their fear transformed into awe. They looked upon Sebastian's true form with a newfound appreciation, captivated by the raw power and beauty that emanated from him.

"You... You're astonishing," Y/N murmured, their voice filled with wonder. "Sebastian, you are more breathtaking than I could have ever imagined."

Sebastian's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and adoration. He had bared his soul, his deepest secret, and instead of rejection, he found acceptance and love. Their words washed away his doubts and insecurities, leaving only the certainty that they were meant to be together.

With a surge of emotions, Y/N stepped forward, their hand reaching out to touch Sebastian's transformed face gently. The ridges of his demon horns felt cool against their fingertips, and a shiver of excitement raced down their spine. "You've shown me a world beyond my wildest dreams, Sebastian. I want to be a part of it, to stand by your side. No matter the challenges we face, we'll face them together."

Sebastian's eyes glittered with tears of joy, a rare vulnerability shining through his stoic facade. He grasped Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling them close. "Y/N, my love, you have given me a gift more precious than anything I could ever ask for. Together, we shall conquer the darkness and create our own paradise."

And so, in the depths of the Phantomhive Manor, two souls forged an unbreakable bond—a love that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding. As the moon cast its gentle glow upon them, Y/N and Sebastian stood united, ready to face the trials that awaited them, hand in hand. In each other, they had found solace, passion, and an eternal love that would defy the ages. Their journey was just beginning, and together, they would navigate the uncharted waters of their intertwined destinies, drawing strength from the love that bound them.

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If the World was Ending - S.Coups

Synopsis: You and Seungcheol have been broken up for a year when a sudden Earthquake began to rip the world apart. You weren't sure why but you wanted to be with him and luckily, he did too.

Inspired by the song: If the World was Ending byJP Saxe and Julia Michaels.

Warnings: The end of the world, fluff, exes coming together Word Count: 1060

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You were merely watching television, a movie on the screen which you weren't really paying attention to. There was, however, one person on your mind, the same person who you weren't able to let go of no matter how hard you tried.

Seungcheol was everything, the best boyfriend you could've asked for but even the best people have issues. He liked to overwork himself. Staying late inside the Hybe building to finish certain things and even taking his work home which drove you up the wall.

Three beautiful years they were until yu both decided that it would be best to break up, to make sure you seperated so nobody would get hurt too much. It was the best decision but you still felt so lonely, so sad even after a year of being broken up.

It was when you were so deep in your thoughts that you felt it, the ground underneath you shook heavily and it should've scared you but it didn't. You frowned, stood up and walked towards the window. The sight in front of you was unerving to say the least.

Many people -- adults and children -- were running across the street, panicking and yelling. It struck you, this was serious. Everybody seemed to be rushing to get away, to escape death.

The movie you were originally watching on the tv got interrupted by a nation-wide broadcast, one with a warning popping up on the screen. The flashing lights and sounds caught your attention as you walked over to watch this broadcast.

"We interrupt your programming. This is a national emergency, The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration has detected a significant environmental event that will impact the greater Asia. You and your loved ones should seek the nearest fallout shelter immediately. Please stand by for further area updates."

If the world was truly ending, why weren't you scared?

No, instead you looked down at your phone and opened the one contact you swore you'd block a couple months ago but couldn't. Seungcheol was active but as much as you wanted to text him, you couldn't. Your pride stood in your way.

Truly the broadcast said 'you and your loved ones' and he was, oh he was. You knew he still was your loved one but were you his? He could have a new partner for all you knew. It honestly broke your heart to think about.

Knowing everyone would be rushing to safe areas, you sat down on your couch. Was there truly a safe area when the world was about to fall down? Everyone would be dead anyways, why bother, right?

The sun was slowly setting, the ground beneath you shook once more but much heavier than the first time. You held onto the couch, unsure what was about to happen though it felt as if the world was being ripped apart.

A repeated knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts, you frowned, unsure who would've been at your door when this all was going down. Maybe some people were there to try and convince you of seeking shelter.

You stumbled, trying to balance on the shaking ground. You managed to reach the door and pulled it open only to come face to face with him. You inhaled sharply when your eyes landed on his.

He looked good. You hadn't seen him for almost a year but he looked rather the same. His dark raven hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the rainwater which had drenched him, he was breathing heavily and looked as though he had ran to you.

"Cheol--"

His arms wrapped around you, holding onto you. A feeling of familiarity and safety washed over you. You allowed yourself to break down, tears streaming down your face as you let yourself fall against him. He closed the door behind you two and sat you down on the floor of your apartment. He cradled you against him.

It felt as though he was never gone, he smelled the same -- like home -- and if he wasn't holding onto you so tightly you would've believed you were dreaming. He was drenched, sure, but you couldn't care less. He was here, with you, at the end of the world.

"You're here." You whispered in disbelief. You hadn't expect it, to be completely honest but you had hoped for him to show up.

"Of course, I promised you once that whenever you needed me, I would come and I will. I always will."

Sure, he did make that promise but when you were dating for two years. You thought after the breakup this promise would've been forgotten but Choi Seungcheol was a man of his word.

"I missed you." He muttered against you as he stroked your hair. "I have been thinking about you a lot. . . about our anniversary."

You huffed out a laugh at the memory. "Do you mean when we were so intoxicated that we stumbled into the house together like morons?"

"We didn't even make it past the kitchen, passing out right there." He reminded you. "I love you, I always have."

"Believe me, I love you too."

The tv began to rummage again, the noise made the two of you look up and stare towards it. The flashing letters took over the screen once more, announcing another warning.

"Seek shelter immediately." You looked towards Seungcheol without moving an inch, already feeling at ease. "This broadcast will go dark in five," You took in his wet hair which you always loved to tie into ridiculous ponytails just to tease him.

"Four," Your gaze fixated on his eyes next, his beautiful dark brown eyes which never failed to put you at ease in whatever situation you two had found yourselves in.

"Three," Your hands took ahold of his, squeezing gently as you knew how hard reality would hit in a few seconds. His big hands held yours in a way that made you feel comfortable.

"Two," There was so much noise outside as though the sky was falling and crashing onto Earth. Your eyes, however, without a care for what happened outside, focused on Seungcheol's smile which he held to make you feel calmer.

"One--" He leaned forward, pressing his plush soft lips against yours as he held onto you. A final explosion near your house setting off and complete darkness blinding you.

[ao3feed-dilucnkaeya]

Mutual Destruction

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by purplesan

‘Go home, Kaeya.’

Diluc could handle the pretend-drunk fits the other threw sometimes, but when the alcohol truly clouded his judgement, Kaeya could get mean. He knew where to hit to make it hurt, and with the many walls Diluc had built around himself already, he didn’t have the space nor energy left to put up any defences for said hits.

‘Will disobeying make you hate me more?’ Kaeya challenged him. ‘Will you kick me out again?’

‘There is nothing you can do that will make me hate you more.’ came Diluc’s simple reply.

Like many of the misunderstandings that had occurred between them, Kaeya misunderstood those words. Assumed the worst, and let his heart crumble under the weight of what he took to be cruelty.

Just like all the times before it, Diluc didn’t explain or correct him.

“There is nothing you can do that will make me hate you more, because I already hate you with my entire being.” Kaeya heard.

“There is nothing you can do that will make me hate you more, because I could never hate you in the first place.” Diluc didn’t say.

---

Or: Two self-destructive brothers argue because they care about each other yet are too stubborn to admit it.

Words: 1060, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Diluc (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Relationships: Diluc & Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Additional Tags: Diluc and Kaeya are Siblings (Genshin Impact), Diluc and Kaeya are Adopted Siblings (Genshin Impact), Diluc is Bad at Feelings (Genshin Impact), Kaeya is Bad at Feelings (Genshin Impact), Kaeya Needs a Hug (Genshin Impact), Diluc Needs a Hug (Genshin Impact), Kaeya Needs Therapy (Genshin Impact), Diluc Needs Therapy (Genshin Impact), Hurt No Comfort, A little bit of comfort, Angst, Bittersweet, Bittersweet Ending, Diluc and Kaeya Care About Each Other (Genshin Impact), Family Feels, Short, Short One Shot, Hopeful Ending, Lack of Communication, Brothers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Self-Destruction, Self-Hatred, Guilt, Self-Esteem Issues, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Complicated Relationships

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust 

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 3: It was your heart on the line

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 1060

Warnings: Violence and yelling

~After the funeral for Han Solo~

“Red, come on talk to me! You have to talk to me at some point!”  Poe pleaded with her desperately as he follows here through the base they hadn’t talked since that night outside the cantina.

“I don’t have to do anything Dameron!” She growls in desperation as she turns on him giving up on running away. “If I don’t want to talk to you I won’t!”

“What the hell Red, I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your help! I don’t need anyone’s help!” She shouts at him her hands in the air in desperation.

“I don’t believe that, Rhoswen. Your father died…you don’t have to be alone.” Poe tried to stay calm.

“I don’t need reminding, we just left a funeral.” She gestures wildly at the location they were leaving from.

“You’re right! We just left your father’s funeral you shouldn’t be alone right now!” Poe was getting frustrated.

“Stop pretending you know what’s best for me!” She screeches as she turns to leave again. He grabs her wrist stopping her from leaving.

“Stop pretending you can do this alone!” he shouts. She turns and glares at him trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.

“Leave me alone!” She roars as her fire filled emerald eyes pierce his equally angry dark brown ones.

“No! I’m not going to leave you!” He holds her tighter. She lets out an animalistic cry as she pulls him to ground with her as she falls to her knees in grief and anger. He tried to get closer wrapping his arm around her but she pushes him away violently, he hits his head on the stone floor, hard. He sat up again seeing stars.

“Damn it Red! Why won’t you let me be there for you?” he growls at her as he rubs the back of his head.

“Look, Dameron I’m not looking for you to sleep with me out of pity like you do everything else that breathes okay?” She says with venom and malice. This pissed him off. She should know she means more than that to him. Ever so much more than that, it really hurt him for her to think that little of him. He replies without thinking

“It’s not like he was even you’re real Dad.” He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. The look on her face was enough, her mouth open ever so slightly in shock, her eyes full of tears and pain, her eyebrows shot up her face in disbelief. She stood unable to look him in the eye and turned to run. He tried to stand but he was too dizzy from hitting his head. He called out her name after her, but it was too late. She was gone.

~Current day~

Rhoswen is running some routine checks on her T-70 X-wing trying her best to go unnoticed by anyone, just really needing an hour or so to herself after a morning full of briefings and repetitive supposedly inspirational speeches. Mostly She just really wanted to throttle Vice-admiral Holdo, The two have never gotten along and for good reason. She was just taking a second to picture her hands around the Vice-admiral’s neck when she heard a familiar series of beeps. She turns to see the Orange and white Astromech,

“Oh! Hey BB. What brings you to see me huh?” She smiles wiping the grease from her hands onto her pants before getting  down on the droids level giving him an affectionate pat. The small droid let off a series of beeps and boops

“I know, I miss hanging out with you too, but hey I’m always around, just because your dad and I aren’t on great terms doesn’t mean you can’t come see me.” Great now she feels like she talking to a child from a broken family. She sits down on the ground with the droid and talks with him for a while. At some point she looks up and looks across the hangar to see Poe leaning on a wall and watching them. The ghost of a smile on his face.

Poe was just happy to see her happy even if it was for just a minute. She deserved every bit of happiness. Every bit he couldn’t give her. She wasn’t wrong that day, back when they fought. Poe slept around a lot, he was a flirt and a tease. A “partner of the week” kind of guy, but when he met her, he didn’t want anyone else. She was his conquest, she was the one person he felt like he could really settle down with, someone he could give his mother’s ring to. But he messed that up, he said something terrible that he didn’t mean. Now he was even more fast and loose with relationships, as if to just prove her right. He hated himself for it, all of it.

“Did he send you to distract me so he could stare or is this just a coincidence?” She asks as she looks at BB-8 and gives the little droid a knowing look, who responds with a sound that sounded remarkably close to “Uh-oh.” And he rolls away after realizing he’s been caught. She shakes her head and smirks before standing up wiping the dust from her pants as she goes back to work, preparing for the possibility that Poe was about to approach and try to talk.

“Hey…Red.” Right on cue, he approaches, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder before she pulls away.

“Can I help you commander?” She says attempting to sound professional with a hint of malice in her voice.

“Come on, Rhoswen. I…I just wanted to know if you wanted to Join Me and the rest of the squad for drinks tonight.” He gives her his signature smirk which he only gets an eye roll in response to.

“Ugh…you know what, fine I’ll come but not for you. For the squad.” She agrees.

“Oh! Um great…I didn’t actually expect you to say yes.” He admits rubbing the back if his neck

“Thank BB for that, he softened me up.” She remarks as she shakes her head.

“Right, I will, see you tonight then…” He smiles as he walks away. He didn’t expect that to go so well, she can’t believe she agreed to that.

~

Masterlist

[ao3feed-itafushi]

all because i liked a boy

by missgranger megumi was never one to fall in love, everyone knew that. but, ever since meeting yuuji, megumi thinks that changes. he accepts yuujis friendship, but in the end, gets heartbroken. leaving him all alone again. Words: 1060, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Kugisaki Nobara Additional Tags: Song: because i liked a boy (Sabrina Carpenter), Hurt Fushiguro Megumi, Hurt/Comfort, itadori is an angel, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Fushiguro Megumi, Love at First Sight, sorry nobara i need a villian love you queen, Tags Are Hard, VERY brief nobara/yuuji, like they date for like 2 days from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/DVYvRjA

[hyungseos-cafe]

the letterbox series ; chapter four - music boy

paring: the boyz jacob x gn!reader

genre: time travel au, fluff, angst

warning: none

word count: 1060

taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @mars101 @cloverdaisies @uwu0clock

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I got up and immediately turned to grandfather's book he had left me, searching the pages for any possible answers as to why I ended up back here. I flipped through each page and when I thought there was no hope, another sheet of paper fell out.

“My dearest granddaughter, 

By this point you should be in the basement again. Your head hurts too, right? I know how it feels, I remember how much it hurts. 

That’s besides the point! I’m glad you found this letter and now that you’ve read this, I want to warn you not to be too attached with those whom you encounter on your journey. If you get too attached, the departure is what will hurt most. 

Many of those whom you encounter will be from your memories, others will be from the future. I would highly advise you to learn and remember as much as you can from each time jump, okay? 

And please, be careful. 

Love, Grandfather” 

I continued to flip through the pages, nothing strikes my fancy quite like the very last page did. It was embellished with multiple pictures and cut-out snippets from old newspapers. 

“Adventure is in the unexpected” it read, as soon as those words left my mouth, the air changed as it got warmer. Suddenly I heard my name being called, it was my mother, she was calling my name. 

I put the book down and ran to where my mother was calling me. The interior looked different again, the walls were now a warm beige. When I arrived at the kitchen, my mother looked younger as well. However this time, she wasn’t alone, she was accompanied by another woman and her son. 

“Honey, I want you to meet Mrs. Bae and her son, Jacob”

“Hi” the boy shyly said, waving to me softly

I waved back and bowed towards them and turned to my mother with a questioning look 

“Oh yes, that’s right! Honey, Jacob will be your guitar tutor!”

“Oh, okay” I responded nonchalantly as I turned to rummage through the fridge for some snacks, I wasn’t super thrilled since my mother had practically forced me into guitar. She said I wasn’t good at piano, so guitar was apparently the next best thing. 

“Honey, why don’t you take Jacob up to your room so you can get started”

I felt bad, but I rolled my eyes and dragged the poor boy to my room and shut it before face planting into the nearest stuffed animal 

“Are you okay?” I heard, forgetting that Jacob was in my room 

“Yeah, I’m sorry my mother dragged you here”

“Oh, no that’s okay. She said she’d pay me”

“Really? So you must be really good then” I quipped at the boy, he had the most angelic like features, but I had to throw all my thoughts out the window since he would be my guitar tutor for lord knows how long. 

“I’ve been playing for sometime, but I’m really not that great” 

“Oh shut up! You’re the one I hear playing every Saturday morning, aren’t you?” At this, Jacob chuckled lightly as he began tapping his palm against his thigh. 

“Yeah, does it bother you? I can stop if you’d like”

“Are you kidding me? You’re amazing! Can you teach me how to play like that?”

Jacob enthusiastically nodded his head as he took a seat on your bed and grabbed your guitar from the side of the bed 

“First, you want to familiarize yourself with the feeling of holding a guitar, okay?”

I nodded, Jacob began his first lesson teaching me all the basics from fret numbers to chords. My fingers hurt from how hard I would have to press to strum each note, but nonetheless I pushed through. With that, the first lesson went by like a snap. Each lesson was roughly an hour long, but they never felt long because Jacob was so kind and patient. 

Jacob would be over 3 times a week for his lessons, and before I knew it, I didn’t need him anymore. I could play by myself and I was becoming quite proficient. My mother was pleased, she would have me play after dinner for the family to help close out the night. 

Once Saturday arrived, I remembered how I would hear Jacob strumming a melody, so this morning I decided to surprise him. I quickly got ready and hopped out to my balcony that faced him and waited for him to join. 

“Y/n?”

“Hi” 

“What are you doing out here so early?”

“I thought I would join you, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course!” 

The two of us played well into the afternoon, and once our mini duet had ended, we could hear an applause coming from the neighborhood along with a few whistles. 

“Thanks for playing with me today, see you next week!” Jacob shouted before making his way back inside his bedroom. 

Jacob was always the sweetest with me, he was not only my guitar tutor, but also my neighbor and classmate from school. We did many things together, including performing at our school's talent show. 

You could say we were inseparable, he was always around me up until I had to leave that is. It all came crashing down one night, I couldn’t tell him, but I knew it was time. The only way he’d know is if I left him a note, and that was what I did. 

“Dear Jacob, 

You may not understand now, but I have to leave. Thank you for so many wonderful memories, you have been so kind and I am so sorry to leave you like this. 

Promise you that you won’t wait on me, okay? 

I love you.

I hope you see you in another lifetime. 

Love, 

Y/n”

Jacob’s tears soaked through the note as he cried, his mother delivered him the note the same morning I left. Y/n was the closest thing to love he had ever felt, why did Y/n have to leave he thought, and in another lifetime? 

It was the next morning that I woke up in the same basement, cold and tired, but this time my face was wet with tears. Grandfather was right, I shouldn’t get attached to those I find in each time shift, but it was so hard.

[atimeofyourlife]

I'll make you safe

day 22 | rated: m | wc: 1060 | prompts: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES | Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good." | cw: DV, aftermath of DV (see ao3 notes for details) | ao3 A domestic violence call to a hotel hits a bit too close to home for Buck. (Canon divergent, set around the start of s2)

The call to a hotel for a suspected domestic violence incident wasn't easy. They'd arrived at the hotel right after Athena and the other team of officers, following them into the front desk to hear what happened to spur the call.

"We've had a few reports from neighboring rooms about some shouting between the couple. We had staff go to check on them, but both claimed everything was okay. This morning there were a number of reports about loud arguing, screams, and sounds of someone or something being hit. We did see him leave, but she is still in the room." The manager explained. "He is a doctor, and we believe he is in the area for a medical conference."

"What are the names on file?" Athena asked. "And is there any information about where they're from."

"Just give me a moment." The manager tapped a few things into his computer. "It's under Dr and Mrs Kendall. The profile information shows they are from Hershey, Pennsylvania."

"I'm going to kill him." Buck muttered, pulling his phone out.

"Buck-" Bobby warned as Buck stepped forward, but was ignored.

"Is this Mrs Kendall?" He asked, showing a photo on his phone to the manager.

"Yes. Yes, that is Mrs Kendall."

"Buck, you know her?" Athena asked, pulling his phone towards her so she could see the picture.

"She's my sister." Buck replied, his voice quiet and laced with pain. "I didn't know they were in LA. I. I haven't even heard from Maddie in three years."

"We'll help her, Buck." Athena promised.

Buck mostly zoned out while the plan was made. Thinking about Maddie and what Doug must have put her through.

"Buck." He startled slightly when Athena spoke to him. "Were you aware of any issues between your sister and her husband?"

"I. I never liked Doug. There was always something about him that put me off, right from when Maddie first brought him home when I was ten or eleven. I knew he was controlling, but I didn't know for certain that he was hurting her. I tried to get her to leave with me, but she said she couldn't."

"Okay. We're going to go up there now. The manager has given us a key card. I want you to knock on the door and speak first, she might respond better if it's a voice she knows and trusts." Athena explained.

"Okay." Buck just followed their lead and was silent on the way up. Terrified of what they were about to find.

"We've got you, Buck." Chimney said, patting the younger man on the shoulder. "We're here for you and your sister, no matter what."

"You should prepare yourself for the worst. What we see on the other side of that door might not be pretty."

Buck nodded and stepped up to the door. He knocked on the door in a quick pattern, one that had been muscle memory since he was a kid. The secret knock he and Maddie had when he was little, so they could get each others attention with out alerting their parents. Then he called out. "LAFD."

They all listened for any response. After a few seconds they heard a pained whimper.

"Maddie, is that you?" Buck called, resting his head against the door.

"Evan?" Came the quiet response from inside the room.

"Yeah, Maddie. It's me." Buck replied.

"Ask if she's alone?" Athena whispered to him.

"Maddie, are you alone in there? Or is there someone with you?"

"I'm alone." She called back.

"Can you open the door for me?"

"No." Her voice cracked, pain evident in her words. "I can't move."

"Okay. Maddie, I have my team, the 118, with me, as well as some police officers. There is one I trust beyond anything else, her name is Sergeant Athena Grant. We have a key card from the front desk, can we come in?" He asked, not wanting to do anything that would startle her.

"Please." The quiet response came, a whimper at the end of it.

Athena quickly tapped the key card and opened the door. Buck was first into the room.

"Maddie?" He called, eyes darting around. She was on the floor near the bed, covered in bruises.

"Buck, just be careful not to touch anything. We need to preserve the room for evidence." Athena said from behind him, before speaking into her radio, presumably putting out a BOLO for Doug.

"Oh, Maddie." Buck whispered, falling to his knees by her, taking in her injuries. She looked broken. The thing that concerned him the most was the makeshift bandages around her abdomen, specifically where she was bleeding through them. "Hen." He shouted, knowing that skill above his EMT training was needed. He would have called for Chimney as well, but he was unsure of how Maddie would react to an unfamiliar man at this point.

"Let me through, Buck." Hen said quietly, slipping in with the medical bag.

"Maddie, this is Hen. She's one of the best paramedics. She's going to take care of you, okay?" Buck introduced them. Letting Hen take charge of assessing Maddie.

"Hi, Maddie." Hen said softly. "One thing we are going to have to do is share stories about your little brother there. Oh, I bet he was trouble growing up."

"Always." Maddie replied with an approximation of a smile.

"You mean never." Buck retorted, handing supplies to Hen as she needed them.

When it came time to move Maddie, it was difficult. Buck and Hen couldn't transfer her onto a backboard alone, and Maddie tensed up when Bobby and Chimney came closer.

"Maddie, it's okay. They're safe. This is Chimney- that's a long story and I'll explain later- he's a paramedic and can be a bit of a pain in the ass-" Buck said.

"You're one to talk." Chimney grumbled.

"And he thinks he's funny." Buck continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "And this is Bobby. He's my Captain, one of the best people I've ever met. He's even teaching me how to cook."

"We'll take care of you, Maddie. Family of Buck is family of ours."

They got her onto the backboard and onto the gurney. Buck clinging to her hand the whole way down to the ambulance. Anything could happen from then on, but at least they had people on their side.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Geraniums

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SIMvaKd by Rainydaize Damian was upset, everyone had to know, he was aware of just how terribly he was hiding it. Drake didn't want to be his brother and that was fine, he just had to let the older leave. He wouldn't stop him if Drake didn't want him to. "Damian, we need to talk." Damian had to admit he was surprised when one day Drake walked up to him, in the living room. "Yes, Drake?" Or a misunderstanding between brothers Words: 1060, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Get Along, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are Siblings, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Bonding, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne Gets a Hug, Damian Wayne Feels, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne-centric, Tired Tim Drake, Misunderstandings, Brotherly Angst, Symbolism, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SIMvaKd

[luminous-jones]

Sailing Off To Find My Happy Ending- OUAT fanfiction- Killian Jones- Chapter 2

By Luna Jones (Luminous-Jones)

Word count: 1060

On her way down to the docks, she made a stop at her favorite coffee shop to get a latte and a jam-filled doughnut. Now, she was approaching the docks with a paper cup and bagged doughnut in hand.

She took a sip of her coffee as she turned and stepped onto the docks. As she walked she thought about her step-father and how much he longed to fix up his boat and how at his death she promised not to give up. His boat would be fixed up and she'd take it out on the waters. She'd not be able to travel far in it. It would not survive out in the harsh sea waves for very long, unlike Killian's pirate ship from her dreams. It wasn't designed for travel, but maybe she could take it out to fish.

Still deep in thought, she carried on walking towards where her father's boat was and was immediately snapped out of them as she bumped into someone nearly scolding herself with the hot drink. Kenzie looked up to apologize to whoever it was, but as she saw who she suddenly found she couldn't speak.

"Sorry there, love. I didn't see you. I'm in a bit of a rush I've got myself a crocodile to kill," Hook said and carried on walking down the docks leaving Kenzie standing there watching him leave with wide eyes.

It can't be. Can it? Kenzie thought. That man looked and sounded an awful lot like Captain Hook from her dreams but it couldn't be possible. It was just a dream, Peter Pan was just a story but then who was that man? It had to be him. She believed it but how could she know for certain? Then his words played back in her head. "Crocodile?" She spoke allowed.

It had to be him because it all made sense and what her mother had said about happy endings did happen just like in fairytales had been true even though Kenzie had misunderstood what she had truly meant. If that was so she just let the man she was destined to be with walk away but if it was fate surely they'd meet again.

After walking away from that young woman with purple hair, Hook realized that she had been quite beautiful and something was telling him to stay and chat. And if the circumstances had been different he'd have loved to do just that and introduced himself, but he had more pressing matters to attend to than talking to pretty girls. He had the crocodile to kill. He would avenge Milah's death. The woman he had been in love with.

Kenzie turned and carried on walking this time taking care to look at her surroundings and then she saw it. How hadn't she noticed it before? The same huge pirate ship she and Killian went sailing on in her 'dreams' was down at the end of the docks. "It is true," she spoke aloud with a smile on her face, and with no control over them, her feet ran towards the ship.

She stopped before stepping aboard realizing what she was doing. Had she just nearly boarded a pirate ship? That was probably the worst decision she ever had, she knew tales about pirates and she knew they wouldn't take lightly trespassers on their ship. However his dream was one hundred percent right, she knew Hook wouldn't hurt her but alas she didn't know Killian not really and her dreams, or whatever they were might not exactly be completely truthful.

However, he was gone and she didn't know how long it would be until he came back she had always wanted to see a pirate ship up close. If she was quick she could be on and off again without him ever knowing she was there. Kenzie climbed on board.

First, she went to the very front of the ship and closed her eyes, re-imagining her dream from last night. Then she went to the wheel and grabbed hold of it and let out a sigh. I should have said something anything but it can't be too late to find out if my dreams were true about me and Killian, she thought as she turned and went to explore the rest of the ship.

Once she looked at every inch of the deck she made her way below deck. Looking around, a smile couldn't help but form on her face. Since being a little girl she had always dreamed of traveling and seeing the world and more importantly the ocean. Something about it had always intrigued her and now here she was standing on a pirate ship, with the potential to sail the oceans with a man she had believed to be fiction.

There came the sounds of footsteps trodding along the wooden planks and the sounds of voices. He was back. Damnit, how long was I on here? She thought but then she could hear the voices more clearly.

"In there," she heard a woman say as the footsteps approached closer. It wasn't him or maybe he was with the woman. She didn't know but in a state of panic, she grabbed her latte and doughnut off the table and then rushed to find a hiding place.

As she scrambled about the ship she somehow found a secret entrance to a different part of the ship. The door to where she was beginning to open just as she jumped down, she quickly but quietly closed the door above her head and listened.

The people entered and then the footsteps came to a stop but she heard someone groaning as if they were in pain.

Then she heard footsteps again. "Dad, can I help you to sail?" A little boy asked.

"Sure," a man answered, and then she heard a door close.

Who the hell are they? She wondered in thought. None of the voices belongs to Killian so who are these people? She had a feeling that whoever they were they weren't supposed to be there and neither was she.

How am I going to get off this ship? She thought as she accidentally dropped her latte. "Crap!" She whispered and went to pick up the cup.

As she got back up a voice shocked her causing her to lose her balance.

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

Always Will

There was a small commotion outside of the room that paused Nyar's hand over his tie. A grunt, followed by a thud that sounded not unlike a body dropping to the ground. The door to his rooms opened only a moment later, with Nyar's hand reaching for a weapon he didn't have.

A short figure entered, dressed in the uniform of one of Lillians guards. Though the scarred face wasn't one Nyar recognized. Certainly wasn't the face of the guard posted outside his door the last he'd entered it.

The guard offered a smile and a small bow as their eyes flicked around the room. "Are you alright, my lord?"

Nyar nodded his confirmation, brow furrowed amd the tension in his shoulders not leaving as the guard continued to search around. Eyes scanning over every surface and ducking into the other rooms for a moment before reappering. Something about this wasn't right.

The guard nodded once before turning back to Nyar, satisfied the prince was alone. "Captain Greywolf sends eir regards," they finally said.

Nyar's heart lept, but he kept his expression as nuetral as he could. Only letting out a sharp intake of breath he couldn't hold back. "Who are you?"

He couldn't stop the voice in the back of his head telling him this was some sort of trick some sort of test. One he'd no doubt fail, if Jace was involved in any capacity.

"Cyrus Doyle, at your service should you wish it," the guard introduced. "A friend of your captains. And a messenger." Cyrus paused, giving Nyar a chance to speak should he take it. Only continuing on when Nyar stayed silent. "You're weddings today," they said, and Nyar's hand tightened at his side.

Wedding. His wedding. To Lillian. Scheduled only a short time from now, he'd been readying himself for it. Attempting to garner some sort of peace with it while he'd stared at his reflection in the mirror dressed in a suit she'd picked out. One of her roses pinned to his chest. The tie around his neck tightened like a noose, that spelled not his death but the next step trapped in a life not of his choosing. It might as well of spelled his death.

He wished it did.

"I've come to ask if you wish to go through with it."

Nyar blinked, his ears thundering. Throat thick. A test this was a test, one final one before his life was tied to Lillians forever. A last time of Jace dangled in front of him like a threat. Answer wrong...

It didn't matter if he answered wrong. There was nothing more that she could do to him. Nothing more that she could do to Jace.

He couldn't bear to answer the question correctly.

"No."

"Then you shan't," Cyrus said. "Greywolf is here, with a means to put an end to all of this. The only thing ey need is your consent, none of this happens without it."

"Can I talk to em?" Nyar asked, heart thundering almost as fast as his mind was racing. He tried not to put too much faith in Cyrus' words. Jace, here? No. That'd be an insane risk... coming back for him... it wasn't worth it. But when Nyar spoke again, he dared to let himself hope for a moment that perhaps it was true. Perhaps this wasn't some sick trick of Lillians meant to torment him. "What are ey planning? Where are ey?"

Cyrus shook their head. That wasn't information they could give. "All you need to do is play your part, go along with everything you're expected to. Wait. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Ey didn't give me anything to prove my legitimacy," Cyrus said, frowning a little. "Ey were stripped of anything ey had that you would recognize when her majesty had em abandoned for dead. But I can tell you of a scar, eir left shoulder blade. It came from a wound won while protecting you from a band of thieves that attacked your caravan. The two of you were the only survivors, and you spent the night under the stars. Stripped of your possessions and horses. You insisted on tending to em, despite eir protests. Offering your own shirt for a bandage

You awoke the next morning with Greywolf tucked under your arm and asleep against your shoulder."

Nyar sucked in another breath, pulled into the memory. He hadn't been supposed to fall asleep, had promised to keep watch while Jace slept. It'd been a cold night, the pair sharing their cloaks having not dared to light a fire. And they'd argued. First over Nyar cleaning and wrapping Jace's wound the best he could with what they had available. It wasn't his place, ey'd insisted. It was the least he'd owed em after saving his life as many times as ey had, he'd countered. And secondly, over Jace getting any sleep. He'd one both arguments, Jace surrending to sleep on the forest floor beside him while he'd promised to stay up and keep watch. While he'd promised to wake em halfway through the night to switch places.

He hadn't kept either promise.

And he'd never dared breath a word to the exact even'ts of that night to anyone.

To hear the story now, from someone else... It had to be Jace. Lillian never knew, she'd never been allowed that glimpse into the memories he kept locked close to his heart. And he had kept that night locked tightly to his heart.

And the morning after, when Jace had shifted against his against his shoulder; waking with the rising sun. When ey'd smiled at him a little, blinking against the cold of the morning.

Jace had pulled away suddenly, coming back to eirself. Ducking eir head and mumbling an apology.

Ey hadn't even chastised him for falling asleep.

"Tell Jace to go through with what ey have planned," Nyar said, clearing his throat while he pulled himself away from that morning. "Ey have my trust, and full support. Ey always will."

Cyrus nodded, and ducked back towards the door. He opened it just a crack, "do you have all of that, Loyd?"

A confirming knock resounded against the wood and Cyrus glanced back towards the prince.

"I'll be outside your door until you're ready, you should finish getting ready to see your Captain again."

[msbarrybeeson]

Don’t | Donnie X GN!Reader

A/N: This was so lovely to write. In my opinion, Donnie would be the most challenging of the four brothers. I think there are specifics to his behavior and personality, so trying to accurately replicate it does take some time. Apologies for any out-of-characterness from Donnie. Remember that constructive criticism is always appreciated, especially for characters, and enjoy! 

Requested: @sunnyselks 

Summary: You were wounded from protecting Donnie. When you were waving off his demands to treat you, he had to take it into his own hands to tend to you.

Genre: Hurt-Comfort

Reader: Second POV. Gender-neutral pronouns if any.

Pairing: Rise!Donnie X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, needles, cuts. Argument over each other’s safety.

Word Count: ~1060

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“Don, I’m fine.”

“Oh, sure, tell me that while your clothes are soaked in blood!” Donnie yelled. “Take off your shirt, (Name), or I’m not letting you leave the grounds of this room.”

“Donnie,” you stressed, clutching the wound on your arm. 

“(Name), don’t.”

You turned away from him, about to leave his room despite his warning. “It’s a minor injury, I’m perfectly fi—.”

Suddenly, small chips leeched onto your arm, catching you off-guard. They unfolded into wrist binds, where you realized this was his way of forcing you to stay put.

“Don!” you grunted, as the binds pulled you toward facing a wall. “Are you serious!?”

“As Galileo is about his heliocentric model.” Donnie took a binder clip from one of his desk drawers. “You leave me no choice, (Name).” As soon as the turtle lifted your shirt up from behind, chills ran over your skin from the cold air hitting the other cut on your back. He wrapped the hem over your collar, then proceeded to clip it.

“I could’ve done this myself or gone to a hospital,” you muttered.

Donnie scoffed. “And let them force you to pay expensive bills as your last resort when you have me? I thought you knew better than that.” He cleaned the blood around your wound with a wet paper towel before applying an alcohol wipe to disinfect.

“You know full well you can’t stitch your own back either. You wouldn’t want to risk inquiring your parental guardians for help in the end and being forced to give a whole explanation.”

“...”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Donnie picking up a needle. The thought of it puncturing you made you shudder. There were vaccinations and blood tests, but they never changed your tension with needles.

You wanted to get this over with— the suspense was only making you more vulnerable.

“Are you going to inject the needle, Donnie—?” Your nails immediately dug into your palm as pain struck. "Argh..!" You winced badly.

“Don’t move,” he paused, “if that wasn’t obvious enough.”

“Easier said than done when I'm not used to having my skin pricked—!” You seethed, “Urgh.. couldn’t you have numbed it?”

“What, with lidocaine?” Donnie replied monotonously. “No, because you wouldn’t learn and would try to save me again—,” he pricked the needle the fourth time, “even though you are a human who could’ve gotten killed— God—why in the name of logic did you do that, (Name)!?”

“I did it to protect you!” you argued.

“Don’t you dare ignore the fact that you could’ve gotten killed!”

“I am capable of my own safety.”

“Scoffs. Think common sense, (Name). You’re a human,” he reminded, the anger in his voice showing. “I’m a mutant turtle; I have the biological features to defend myself!”

“You’re a soft-shelled turtle.”

Donnie stopped moving the needle. "Really, assuming that my soft-shell automatically makes me vulnerable? Are you trying to tell me I’m unable to protect myself because of that, (Name)?”

He frowned. “I have my technology— my intelligence to accommodate, so don’t put yourself in danger whenever the hell possible and let me handle myself. End of discussion.”

You wanted to slam your fists. As he was about to add another stitch, your body shook.

“They destroyed your battle shell!” Anguish scratching your voice. “Just because you're a mutant or because you have your military-grade tech, doesn't mean you won't get murdered, crushed!

God, don’t take it the wrong way. I’m not trying to assume or belittle neither you nor your tech. All I'm concerned about is keeping you alive!”

“...”

“You weakened your voice. “If me getting injured means you’d be okay, then that’s enough for me.”

Donnie’s breath hitched.

..You knew your turtle wasn’t great at apologizing, but his silence told you everything. He didn’t make a snarky or sarcastic remark.. instead, he listened.

“..I’m sorry.”

“I know. But don’t put yourself down.. I never once thought you're supposed to be perfectly strong or invulnerable. That applies to everyone all the same. Flaws happen, whether we're fine with it or not.”

You turned your head to look at Donnie. Something was still bothering him.

“But I’ll try not to scare you again if that makes you feel better.” The tension left his face, and he proceeded to finish the last few stitches.

It was all calm and quiet until he dragged his cold finger lightly over the stitched-up wound. You shuddered.

“You keep flinching so much.”

“You’re one to talk, you’re sensitive to touch as much as I am, if not so much more.”

“No, no, not that. I find it interesting, because.. I don’t see you reacting so violently when April stitched up the other cut on your back. You know, from falling off the table.” As Donnie applied a cotton pad and tape to cover your wound, he looked up to meet your eyes.  

But you quickly faced away to the other direction.

Donnie leaned the same way, one of his brows raised.

And you avoided eye-contact yet again.

.

.

.

Ah.

“You’re flustered.”

“What?” The red rushing to your ears.

“Flustered,” he repeated. “Its definition being ‘agitated, confused, ruffled—.’”

“No, I meant: how am I flustered?”

Donnie dragged his finger along your skin again. You felt your face heat up.

“You’re flustered from having your back exposed to me.”

“I’m not.” You sensed his ego returning.

“Tell that to my lie-detector and we’ll see how that goes.”

“You have a polygraph?”

“Of course not,” Donnie actually scoffed. “We all know polygraphs are never accurate enough to be trusted.” He unclipped your shirt and released the binds on your wrists.

You groaned, rubbing your aching hands. “You had me binded to a wall, and lifted my shirt to stitch my cut— so of course— I would feel exposed.. and flustered.” You sat in your turtle's desk chair.

“Yes, exactly, I did that to treat you." He crossed his arms. "And I find that hypocritical, considering you exposed yourself and your whereabouts on the Internet."

You gave him a look, before holding your knees to your chest. There was a change in expression as you whispered, "..Thanks."

Donnie stood awkwardly, rubbing his arm once he heard you and finding sincerity on your face. The soft-shelled turtle stepped closer to you and slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"Hey, I thought you don't like this intimate stuff," you joked.

Now Donnie himself became flustered. “Don’t, (Name).”