#Strong as fuck ice mummy its been so long

[maraudersftw]

Sparks

Did you just kiss me?

And /or

There was never an us.

@constancezin​ thank you for these lovely prompts. Love you! I’m gonna go with the happier one because, have you met me? 

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It’s the damned Slytherins that finally crack her.

Lily supposes it had to happen at some point—the bastards getting to her, that is—in all her seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, quickly morphing into Hogwarts School of Prejudice and Bigotry now.

She’s on her final round of patrol for the night, strolling through the dungeons beside James Potter, ex-toerag, present Head Boy, constant subject of her musings. He’s trying and failing to recount some prank he’s played on Sirius over the summer break; tears gathering at the corners of hazel eyes, wheezes of laughter breaking through every other phrase.

“And then—fuck, and then the Firewhiskey pours out—his nose, Evans, and I’m howling, of course, but—he’s just going on about how it’s—a waste of good alcohol!”

It’s a ridiculous story. It’s more ridiculous still that she’s doubling over in laughter right alongside him, finding hilarity in something she would’ve undoubtedly labeled obnoxious in her ‘James Potter The Arrogant Prat’ series just over a year ago.

Now, though—well, now Lily’s rather pathetic about how much she fancies the bloke.

When an accidental snort breaks through her laughter a second later, James loses himself in delight, eyes crinkling, body halting in the middle of the corridor to rest his hands against his knees, shoulders shaking with mirth.

Lily thinks she should be embarrassed. Instead, something sickeningly sweet is blossoming near her chest. Pathetic.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” A disgusted voice floats down from behind them. “The Mudblood finally spread her legs for you, Potter?”

The comment shouldn’t surprise her; hurled insults have long since traveled beyond just the muggle-borns in the castle, targeting anyone who so much as dares raise their voice against all this pure-blood mania. And James—well, he’s never been very low-key about anything in his entire life, strong views on inclusion and support for both magic and non-magic people included.

But even as she knows this, when her eyes travel to find the small group of Slytherins—Mulciber, Avery, Rosier, and Snape—the words still sting. Lily generally manages to brush it away, but with James beside her, with the insinuation somehow debasing her feelings for him and her character in one fell swoop, nonchalance does not come as easily as it usually does.

“Why don’t you lot fuck off? It’s past curfew, and you’ll be losing more than just the forty house points I’m deducting right now.”

“Is she saying something?” Mulciber tilts his head, “I don’t speak Mudblood.”

The other boys titter around him like trolls, and she feels anger pricking her skin. Snape resolutely looks anywhere but at her.

That’s fine, too. She doesn’t speak Death Eater either.

When James finally turns around, his face is a mask of frozen fury. “Leave.”

Lily watches as momentary hesitation flashes over their faces and feels, for some idiotic reason, really proud. It’s not like James is hers, but satisfaction and pride hum happily through every nerve, seemingly unaware of the fact.

“Or what, Potter? Gonna write to Mummy and Daddy to complain? A load of help that’ll do you since they’re dead.”

Surprisingly, she’s the one who fires the first spell, which inevitably leads to a colorful volley of shooting sparks from both sides. Lily’s certain most of what comes from the Slytherins is dark magic, knows that Snape’s definitely are, and it angers her even more that his wand is unfalteringly directed at James and James only.

She shoots a Stupefy right into Mulciber’s gut, but doesn’t take the second to bask in satisfaction as he drops to the floor before she’s shoving James aside, taking over the duel with Snape.

Across from her, the sallow-faced boy—Death Eater, now—freezes.

“What’s the matter?” she can’t help but seethe, firing spell after spell as he pulls up a shield charm, “I know you’ve got a litany of dark magic to use on Mudbloods like me, Severus. Surely, I’m a better target than James—he’s just a measly old blood traitor. I’m the real problem, the real pollutant.”

But he’s nothing if not a hypocrite, so he simply lets out a rage-filled cry that doesn’t even compare to all the anger Lily harbors. “He’s a fucking bastard! You need to fucking open your eyes—”

“Petrificus Totalus!” She yells, finding the right window in between the mad spouting to knock Snape to the floor.

“Fucking brilliant, Evans,” James gapes, moving to stand in front of her. Her heart flutters something horrid when he touches the side of her face gently. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Lily nods, doing her own assessment of his health, “you?”

“Better than alright!” James grins, “you took down three of them!”

But she didn’t. She only took down two—Mulciber and Snape.

Ice claws over her insides, and she peeks her head around James to find only three prone bodies on the floor. Avery’s missing.

The very next second, she spots him stepping out of an alcove, wand raised. There’s no time to think; Lily slams her body against James’s side, clearing the path so that Avery’s spell misses its target—James’s back—by a wide berth.

It’s a green fucking flash of light.

He was about to fucking kill James.

Lily doesn’t even recognize the feeling that pulses and overflows at the recognition. Anger like she’s never known mixes with an astonishing amount of fear until she’s hurling every ounce of magic inside her at Avery. From hexes to jinxes to advanced curses, she rains hell down on him until he’s just a mangle of green robes on the dungeon floor, skin discolored and dotted with boils and pus and Merlin knows what else.

A cold draft sends shivers running through her in the aftermath.

“Well, now his looks match his personality, at least.”

And that’s when it happens—the cracking of her. James standing there, making light of what happened, making light of the fact that he was almost killed, trying to bring her back into herself, is what does it.

Lily doesn’t even register the slap of her shoes against the stone floors as she strides forward, grabs both sides of his head, and promptly drags James’s face down to hers to kiss him. Her lips slant over his forcefully, desperately, feeling the warm softness of his skin, the way his hands scramble forward to plant themselves on her waist, pull her closer, right against his person. Her mind is abuzz with fear still—a second later, and she would have lost him. She would have lost him.

She kisses him harder, tries to push back the wetness in her eyes.

James is the first one to pull back, breathing harshly. His eyes are wide, bright, lips swollen and hair mussed deliciously. The sight makes her ache.

“Hang on. Wait,” he huffs, hands squeezing her waist. “Is this really happening?”

“What?” she smiles, palm brushing over his cheek.

“Did you just kiss me?” He asks. She laughs. “Lily. Am I dreaming?”

“I’d hope your dreams do not feature a bunch of immobile Slytherins lying on the floor while we make out, James.”

He pulls a face. “I’d forgotten about them.”

Honestly, she had as well. Her lips tingle, and she steps on her tiptoes to leave another lingering kiss on his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

“And just leave them like this?”

There’s no hesitation. “Yes.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

[noonaduck]

SeXd (sex ed) pt.7

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, non idol Au Warnings: cursing, fingering, oral (female receiving), sexsexsex Words: 5518 A/N: Helloo, its finally here. I rewrote the whole 2nd half of the part so it took twice as long as it would without me doing it. I had to change the whole plot points because I felt so unhappy. I hope you enjoy the results. PS. short reminder for new readers that English aint my 1st language and plus to that I have mild dyslexia so errors may and will occur despite my editing. Summaray: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.

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[gifs belongs to their rightful owners ] You were sure that Jimin was avoiding you. At first you had dismissed your thought as Jimin being busy now when his musical was on full speed.  That being the reason why he was always leaving the room when you entered or how he only replied shortly to your messages. When you saw him to do full 180 degree turn when he saw you on theater hallway you knew that he did it on purpose. You were furious, you haven't give any reason for him to act on that way. You have talked to him like you normally do and greeted him every time you walked past him on the hallways. You decide to follow Jimin despite the fact he was going to whole different direction where you were originally heading.

''Park Jimin stop right there!'' You jell while stomping after him. Jimin's movements halts and he freezes like a little kid who has been caught from a cookie jar. Jimin spins around and smiles awkwardly. ''Oh, hi Y/N, I didn't notice you.'' ''You are such a liar Jimin.'' You huff when you stop in front of him. You have crossed your arms and if look could kill Jimin would be dead by now. ''I don't know what you are imp-'' ''Don't you fucking dare to say that you don't know what I'm talking about.'' You tell angrily. Couple of your co-workers walks past of you and glances you curiously. Jimin glares them and they turn their heads towards the direction where they are headed hurrying their steps. ''Fine, but not here, follow me.'' Jimin begans walking without waiting for you to follow. Even when you are angry you can't deny the fact that seeing Jimin's butt in his tight skinny jeans doesn't affect you. Focus Y/N, you are mad. You shake your thoughts and hurry after him before he completely disappears from your sight. Jimin stops dramatically in front of random door and waves you to step in with mocking bow. You roll your eyes to his gesture and look around in the spacious room. There is racks full of clothes and more clothes. You are in the storage room where costumes that aren't in use are kept. Jimin closes the door after him and you are left alone into the dusty room, you can even see how the dust particles dance on the dim light. ''Now, can you tell me why you have been avoiding me?'' You ask impatiently. Jimin sighs and rubs his temple. ''It's complicated.'' ''Complicated how? Nothing has changed as far I can recall.'' You are confused and Jimin's distressed face doesn't make things easier to understand. Jimin's face falls suddenly blank and he looks to your eyes without blinking. ''I never thought that you would be such a slut Y/N.'' You feel like all the air is left your lungs and you gawk Jimin with wide eyes. ''A sl-slut?'' ''Yes, I never thought that you would willingly have sex with my every fucking friend.'' Jimin's voice gets louder and you feel like you are turning smaller under his heated gaze. ''Bu-but it was your idea that I should take lessons from your friends.'' You say with shaky voice and bite your lip from keeping you from crying. ''I know and I regret it. I never thought that you would actually follow the plan.'' Jimin chuckles darkly and takes one step closer to you. ''I have started to think that you are only my friend so you can hoe around with my friends.'' Hid voice is low again when he lowers himself to your level. ''I m, I was your friend because you were first person to show kindness towards me when I first moved here. Besides I didn't even know your friends before you introduced them for me.'' With that being said you storm out of the room while tears kept falling freely from your eyes.You run out of your workplace leaving all your belongings behind. You don't know how long you have been wandering and crying when you feel wave of exhaustion to hit you with full force. You fall on your knees on sidewalk while small hiccups leaves your lips. People walk past you whispering to each other and giving few stares, but no one stops to help at first. ''Y/N, is that you?'' Familiar voice asks and someone kneels in front of you. ''Mummy, why she is crying? Is she hurt?'' A small voice of child asks beside of the person. You look up and see worried looking Jisoo with a little girl, who you assume to be her daughter. The small girl has dark hair on two piggy tails, her face is chubby and his big brown eyes are widened in worry. ''I don't know sweetie, I'm trying to figure it out. Y/N? Can you stand? Are you okay?''Jisoo asks and smiles gently. Only few sobs leave your lips when you take her offered hand. You get up and try to smile to Jisoo but your smile is quick to turn into frown. ''Jisoo!'' You sob and hang yourself on her neck. ''Shh, it's okay. Can you tell me whats wrong?''Jisoo asks while petting your hair. You shake your head on her embrace. Suddenly you feel other pair of smaller hands tied around you. ''Pretty lady don't cry. Mummy says that big girls are strong and brave.'' Jisoo's daughters childlike wisdom is something that you need at the moment. You finally pull away from them. ''Thank you both.'' You tell whit raspy voice from crying. ''How about we go to cafe and drink something  to calm down.'' Jisoo suggest and you nod. ''I wan't ice cream.'' The little girl cheers. ''Haru, you already ate some yesterday.'' Jisoo tells while you begun walk slowly towards nearest coffee shop. ''That was yesterday, now is now.'' Haru pouts. ''Fine, let me think about it.'' Jisoo sighs given up. ''Yay! Ice cream!'' ~ You sit on booth with Haru while Jisoo orders for you. You feel quite awkward under the four-year-old's stare. You are glad when Jisoo arrives quickly carrying platter full of treats. She has small dose of ice cream on glass cup, two slices of wet chocolate cake, juice box for Haru and coffee for her and soda for you. You smile gratefully when she puts the piece of cake in front of you. Haru cheers and goes straight for her ice cream. You are jealous, children are so easy to please. ''Can you now tell me what is bothering you?'' Jisoo asks and takes careful sip from her hot drink. ''I had big fight with my friend.'' You admit and play with your little spoon. ''Who was the jerk who dared to hurt my Y/N?'' Jin slides dramtically next to you on the booth and takes you on tight embrace. ''I texted Jin.'' Jisoo tells apologetically for your confused face. ''Jin oppa!'' Haru cheers loudly and forgets her ice cream for a second. Jin finally lets you breathe and takes his hands away around you.'' Hi pumpkin, I missed you too.'' Jin smiles for the little girl. Jin is still wearing his work uniform, even his lab coat is on his shoulders. ''Do you want some of my ice cream?'' Haru asks and offers her spoon towards Jin. ''No thanks, I just ate.'' Jin assures and Haru shrugs her shoulders and returns happily to her dessert. ''So who was the bastard who made you cry?'' Jin lowers his voice around the little girl. You take big gulp and put the spoon on the table. ''Jimin.'' You admit bluntly. ''Jimin?'' Jin asks with high note and Haru glances towards your together pushed heads curiously. Jin remembers where he is and lowers his voice again. ''What did he do?'' ''I don't really want to talk about it, at least not here.'' You tell awkwardly. Jin looks you with impatient eyes but finally sighs. ''Fine, when we are alone, we will talk.'' You agree instantly feeling relived that you can avoid telling the truth little while longer. You spent for a while with Jisoo, Haru and Jin at the coffee shop. Finally Jisoo told that she and Haru had to leave. Haru was unhappy about parting with Jin but Jin's promise to visit her soon left smile on the little girl's lips. You are alone at cafe with Jin, who is sipping his second cup of coffee while you drink water. You aren't sure why Jin doesn't want to leave yet but the reason is soon revealed when Jungkook enter the cafe carrying your purse and jacket on his hands. ''Hi Hyung, hi Y/N.'' Jungkook greets you smiling softly and sit opposite of you on the booth. Jungkook is wearing thin grey jacket over his bleached jeans and his earphones are hanging loosely around his neck. ''Hey Jungkook, how did you end up with my belongings?'' You ask surprised but grateful. ''Well Jin texted me and asked if I could pick your stuff from the theater. I also met Jimin briefly but he was on super grumpy mood.'' Jungkook tells and frowns. ''I see.'' You mumble quietly. ''Did Jimin tell you that he made Y/N upset?'' Jin asks impatiently and Jungkook shakes his head surprised. ''Well he did and I was about to ask Y/N here tell us the whole story.'' Jin tells with emotionless tone. ''Is Jimin the reason why I had to made excuse for the elderly woman at the theater reception about Y/N's absence?'' Jungkook asks worry clear in his voice. ''You did? Yes and I'm grateful for that.'' You tell relived. ''No problem, just remember that your aunt fainted and is now at the hospital.'' Jungkook grins. ''I will.'' You smile back at Jungkook. ''Now can we finally go to the topic about what Jimin did?'' Jin asks clearly being in limits of his patience. You take a deep breath and begin to tell about your argument with Jimin, while you keep staring your glass so you aren't able to see the men's faces. ''Son of a bitch!'' Jin fums and hits his fist one the table. Jin's outbreak gains stares of other customers and soon you are asked to leave for causing too much disorder. ''Fine we go, I didn't like the place that much anyway.'' Jin tells the unlucky waitress who had to deliver the message. You exit the cafe with Jin and Jungkook and you follow Jin to his car. You sit on the passenger's seat and Jungkook sits on the back. Jin starts the car still clearly upset. You aren't sure is he upset for you or Jimin. When the silence gets to heave to bare you finally speak. ''Jin?'' You ask carefully holding tightly on your purse to ease your nerves. ''Yes Y/N?'' Jin asks with tense voice while his grip on the steering wheel tightens. Jungkook seems to sense the heavy atmosphere and keeps wisely his mouth shut. ''Are you mad at me?'' Jin chuckles lowly. ''Why would I be? I'm staying silent because I don't have anything nice to say about Jimin right now.'' ''Okay, then where are  we going?'' You had no idea where Jin was driving. ''It's a surprise.'' Jin answers mysteriously and you glance Jungkook trough rear view mirror but he just smiles slyly back at you. ~ ''An amusement park?'' you are exited. Jin and Jungkook has taken you into biggest indoor amusement park in the city called 'Summer fields'. You are waiting on the line to purchase your tickets and Jin is feeling amused because of your excitement. Jin is completely ignoring curious looks caused by his working clothes, but after all it's amusement park and his outfit isn't the most odd one which has been seen here. ''We thought that you could use some cheering up and besides this is great excuse to skip work.'' Jungkook tells excitedly. ''Won't you get in trouble because of skipping?'' You ask feeling guilty. ''Don't worry. My boss is out of town and everyone is taking things more relaxed at work now. Besides I'm at home suffering from food poisoning.'' Jungkook winks and Jin sighs loudly. ''So that's why you were available, no wonder. One day you will get caught with your lies.'' Jin scolds his younger who just smirks wider. ''Maybe, but not today.'' Jungkook has smug smile on his face which leaves quickly when he sees Jin's disappointed face. Now it's your turn to buy your tickets and despite of your protest Jin insist paying yours but refuses to buy Jungkook's and say that he is teaching him a lesson. You wonder if Jin's means are effective after all the boy is still going to have fun with you guys. When you have survived from entrance area you see excited people all around you. Some of them are wearing silly headbands with cat ears or unicorn's horn and some is stuffing their mouth full of cotton candy carrying big stuffed animals. You hear exited screams when people are enjoying the rides and some get scared on the roller coaster. You see the fantasy themed castle sparkling in the distance and you are admiring the small lights which sparkles on the castle walls. ''So, what you wanna do first?'' Jin asks and brings you back to the moment. ''I don't have a preference really. I has been in amusement park last time when I was a teen.'' You tell honestly and Jin loo's you with wide eyes. ''Are you serious? How could you have been so long without joy of eating too much candy and puking after the wildest rides.'' Jin asks with fake scandalous voice. ''I don't know. Sometimes I wonder how I'm alive.'' You answer as dramatic voice as Jin's. ''Guy's stop joking, lets go already. I want to drive the bump cars.''Jungkook says his eyes glistering like little child's. You must admit that your friends excitement is contagious and before you even notice you are having so much fun running from ride to another, playing some arcade games and even buying silly cat ears, which you put on top of Jin's head, and when Jungkook laughs for him and you pull from your bag a pair of another headband with mouse ears. Jungkook tries to run away but after seeing your sulking face he puts the fluffy ears on top of his head which makes you smile widely. Jin glances his watch time to time like he is waiting for something but Jungkook is always fast pulling your attention to somewhere else. Jungkook spend a quite amount of money to win you big fluffy stuffed bunny even when you insisted that he did not have spend his money on games just to win you a prize. Jungkook just waved your complaints away and kept feeding his money to game vendor who accepted them happily. You are walking with the big bunny on your arms when Jin glances his watch again. ''Y/N, what you think about riding a Ferris wheel?'' Jin suddenly asks andyou are quick to agree even tough it feels little lame after the previous ride which you visited. Jungkook is also quick to agree as well and soon you head to the end of the line to wait your turn to ride. ''Hyung I really need to pee.'' Jungkook says suddenly and you look him surprised. ''Aish, Now? Why did you drink so much.'' Jin answers, which is odd because Jungkook had barely drank anything. ''I'm sorry. Will you come with me to the bathroom?'' Jungkook looks guilty. ''Y/N can you manage alone,we will be shortly back. I'm sure that we will be here before our turn.'' Jin pleas. ''Umm, okay.'' You hesitate a little, the line isn't that long... ''Great, we will be back soon.'' Jungkook grins and starts walking towards the bathroom with hurried steps followed by Jin. Maybe he did had to really pee badly after all. When Jin and Jungkook isn't constantly by your side cheering you up, your mind starts to slip easily back to Jimin harsh words. perhaps you shouldn't have spent so much time with so many different men and  should have refused the whole idea of going out with them but on the other than how could you have known that their dates have some ulterior motives even tough they were good ones. You squeeze your bunny tighter in your arms and force smile to your face. You did not want to disappoint the men after all they had done to you. When someone puts their hand on your shoulder you turn around fake smile on your face ready to face your friends. Except it wasn't them. ''Namjoon? What are you doing here?'' You are greatly surprised to see the man in the question. He is wearing a casual red hoodie with plain jeans and white cap on top of his head. You have never seen him wearing anything else but formal clothes so he seems little odd in your eyes, odd in the good way. ''I'm here for our date.'' Namjoon says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ''Our date?'' You ask surprised. Someone coughs on your back in the line and you realize that it's your turn to get in the ride. You climb in the small cabin with blushing face followed by Namjoon who sits next you on the small space. The ride starts to move slowly and Namjoon returns to the topic. ''Jin and Jungkook kept you company until I was able to leave the work and get home to change.  The told me that you needed cheering up.'' ''Great, does everyone know about my fight with Jimin?'' You whine and bury your face into your stuffed animal. ''Y/N, look at me.'' Namjoon says with gentle voice. You refuse to look at him feeling embarrassed and bury your face deeper into the bunny's fur. Namjoon tugs gently the stuffed animal and you give up and let go of it. You look Namjoon's face scared waiting what he has to say. Namjoon leans closer and puts his hand on your thigh. ''Don't you realize how important you are to us, to me? You are such a great person who always has been kind and polite to us. From the fist moment when Jimin introduced us I knew that you were something special.'' Your face turns into deeper shade of tomato and Namjoon smiles fondly to you. ''Forget Jimin and forget his stupid words. If he doesn't see you like I do he needs to wake up.''Namjoon adds and presses  kiss on your cheek. It's official, you are a tomato or at least relative to them. Suddenly the ride jerks and stops. The Ferris wheel was moving at slow space around so it was notable change. ''What's going on?'' You ask panicked and glance around. You notice that people in the other carts are also looking confused. ''I don't know.'' Namjoon answers and frowns.''Attention, I'm sorry to announce that our Ferris wheel is stuck. Please stay calm and seated, the maintenance team is on it's way.'' The man who controls the ride proclaims from his booth with monotone voice.     ''Well fuck.'' Namjoon sighs but you keep quiet. You are sort of little bit afraid of heights. It's nothing serious and you can enjoy your rides fine, as long as they are moving. When you are stuck in high place you easily feel sick. You remember one time when your class had a field trip at elementary school and you visited high sight seeing tower. At first you were super excited for the trip, after all you didn't leave your small town often at the time. You can vividly remember the long class stairs which you had to take to reach the top. At first everything was going smoothly and you were walking in line with your classmates along the stairs. It started you feeling little bit funny and shaky but you kept going. When you were little above the middle of the stairs you looked down and saw how high up you were. Ii did not help that you were able to see trough the cabs between the stairs the distant ground. You stopped on your heels and a boy who was behind of you complained loudly and tried to push you to keep going but you couldn't. in the end the whole glass had to go back down because the teacher couldn't leave the rest of the class alone.  You had to go the stairs down on your butt slowly dropping one stair at the time while the teacher held your hand. You felt so ashamed of yourself when you were left alone in the lobby with the reception worker so other children could at least enjoy their trip. ''Y/n', are you okay?'' Worried sounding Namjoon pulls you from your memory. ''I'm fine.'' You lie with shaky voice. You feel so stupid the ride wasn't nearly as high as the tower had been. ''You clearly aren't okay, please don't lie to me.'' Namjoon says with stern voice and takes hold of your shoulders. ''Talk to me.'' You gulp and look back to Namjoon's serious eyes. ''I'm scared of heights.'' You admit shyly. Namjoon just stares you without speaking for a second when he suddenly lets big puff of air out of his lungs. ''I can't believe those idiots took you to the amusement park without figuring that out.''  You are surprised from his outburst. ''it's not Jin's and Jugkook's fault. I'm usually fine on the rides. I just get shaken a bit when I can actually feel how high I'm.'' You hurry to defend your friends. Namjoon slides his hands along your shoulders and stops at your hands. Slowly he lifts one of your hands to his lips and kisses each of your finger gently. ''Wha-what are you doing?'' You ask flustered. The return of the tomato is near. ''I'm distracting you.'' He answers casually and repeat his actions with your other hand. Well you can't lie, his actions are working. Instead of fear you are feeling completely different feeling, lust. You keep staring Namjoon's lips when they brush gently tips of your fingers. You have sudden urge to kiss him, so you do it.  At the same second when Namjoon drops your hand and smiles you lean closer and press your lips against his. He freezes from surprise. its unlike to you to be so forward with your actions. Namjoon recovers quickly and his hands finds your neck quickly wrapping around it. Sure you had kissed Namjoon once before during your heated make out session at Jin's car but never like this. This time you were fully able to appreciate his velvet lips. Jolt of the cart pulls you apart and you look each other with widened pupils, the Ferris wheel was moving again. You had forgotten to be afraid of heights when you were next to Namjoon. ~ You are quick to leave the amusement park after you are freed from the Ferris wheel. Your lips are locked when you enter in to Namjoon's house. You don't have time to admire his beautifully decorated home, all you could see was Namjoon. When you part Namjoon takes you to his hands and carries you towards his bedroom on his arms. He doesn't even waver when he climbs up the stairs with you, against your protests.  Namjoon tosses you to his well made bed and follows quickly after pulling his hoodie and shirt away along the way. You admire his body and run your eyes along his chest. Namjoon smirks when he sees your admiration and peeks your lips quickly. ''Can I take this of?'' Namjoon gestures towards your shirt and you are quick to agree. You raise your hands above your head so Namjoon is able to undress your shirt. His eyes finds your lace covered breasts and short low moan leaves his lips. ''You look so good already, I can't wait to see what is under rest of your clothes.'' ''Come on and undress me then.'' You tease and amused smirk covers his face. ''I shall do what the lady demands but don't forget that I'm in control here.'' His low voice and dominant statement gets shivers run to your spine. Namjoon yanks quickly your pants away and tosses the carelessly on the ground. He licks his lips and follow curves of your body with his eyes. ''So fucking good. Do you trust me?'' Namjoon asks suddenly and you get flashbacks from your encounter in Jin's car. ''I think I do.'' You answer like you did back them and knowing look flashes on Namjoon's eyes.   ''Yes or no baby girl?'' Namjoon asks and reaches to swipe few locks of escaping hair away from you face. ''I do.'' You answer and Namjoon seems extremely happy. ''Good.'' Instead of returning to your body he gets up from his bed and heads for drawer close the door. You look curiously how he pulls one of the drawers open and takes out something that looks like a blindfold and pair of handcuffs. Namjoon returns to the bed with the items on his hand. He shows them to you and ask ''Are you still with me?'' You nod. Although you have never thought about being tied up or blindfolded the idea of doing so excites you. ''Good  girl. Can you take your bra of?'' he asks satisfied and brushes your right breast quickly with his knuckles. You nod shyly and reach to your back to open your bra and slide it of your shoulder.  Namjoon's eyes darkens when he sees your bare and those beautiful mounds of flesh with perky nipples. ''Lie down and put your hands up.'' Namjoon tells you and you obey quickly.  Namjoon cuffs your hands to the bed post threading the cuffs on the crossbars of his black iron bedpost.  When he is happy with securing you he takes the blindfold to his hands and slides it gently to cover your eyes. You are left in the darkness completely in his mercy and the idea of it makes the heat pooling in to your belly and small vet spot begins to form into your panties. ''You look so good like this baby girl, all tied up and just waiting that someone taker you. I could just admire you all day.'' You hear Namjoon's voice and soon feel the bed dip next to you for a sign that Namjoon is sitting next to you. Namjoon puts his hand on your right breast and squeezes. ''Dam,  you have good tits.'' You whine softly for his words and hear him chuckle but otherwise keeping quiet. Namjoon rolls your nipple gently between his fingers and his lips finds your other breast. He bits it hard. You yelp in surprise. ''Joon!'' You complain and Namjoon stops for second. ''I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You just look so divine.'' He admits and you feel yourself getting more heated.  If you were honest his teeth did not hurt that much, you were just surprised from his actions. After all you had no idea what he would do because you ability of seeing has been robbed from you. ''I-it's okay.'' You answers and it's Namjoon's cue to continue. He returns to your breasts and this time he nibbles them more gently. You sigh in pleasure when Namjoon's hand starts to roam lower to you body dipping over your breasts. He stops above your underwear and sighs. ''You are already turning wet for me, you are such a needy thing.'' He hymns and pulls your panties away leaving your body completely bare under his eyes. Even though you feel little shy your hands are tied on the bedpost and you can't do much to cover yourself. Without a warning Namjoon's hand dips between your wet folds and a wanton moan leaves your lips. ''So fucking wet.'' Namjoon pulls his fingers away from your heated core and you hear muted moan. ''Tastes as good as looks.'' Namjoon gets up from his seat just to go between your legs.  He spears your legs open and breath hitches to your throat from anticipation.  When Namjono is happy with his new position he spears your pussy lips open and dips his tongue to your folds. The pure pleasure from his small actions makes you impatient. ''Joon I need more!'' You demand. ''Wait patiently, you will get more. Impatient girls get nothing.'' Namjoon answers huskily and returns to your lower regions despite his accusing tone. His tongue returns to its work and he circles slowly your clit with the wet muscle. You have come to realize with your resent sexual awakening that you were really impatient when you wanted something but you were on Namjoon's mercy and complains wouldn't help you. Instead you bite your lower lip while Namjoon rills you up slowly. After time which felt like a eternity he dips his index finger into mix and begins to pump it slowly into your wet hole. Knot is forming slowly but surely from Namjoon's skilled actions but you are  still missing something. Like sensing this Namjoon finally gives you a mercy and picks up his speed and his plump lips find your needy bud. With his sucking and finger moving inside your walls you feel how the knot is ready to snap when suddenly Namjoon halts his movements and pulls away. Loud frustrated moan leaves from your lips, your orgasm has never been denied before. ''Don't worry you will come but only with me.'' Namjoon tells satisfied seeing you squirming. ''Hurry then.'' You demand, you can't help yourself. ''Usually I would punish you from a such bratty attitude but today I let it slide.'' Namjoon chuckles darkly and you hear how his belt is opened and pants are pulled down. You really want to see him. Soon you hear folio ripping and you assume him rolling condom at it's place. Your whole body stills. You have never actually gone trough with penetration. ''Hey Joon.'' You say with shaky voice and Namjoon stops his actions caused by your shaky tone. ''Is everything okay baby girl?'' he asks and squeezes your side gently. ''I, I haven't actually been fucked before.'' You hurry to force the words out of your mouth so quickly that Namjoon had to think before he realizes what you just said. ''Well fuck, I promise to go slow.'' Namjoon says with gentle voice which is completely opposite of his actions this far in the bedroom. ''Okay. Hey Joon?'' ''Yes baby?'' ''Can I at least see you?'' ''Sure, no problem.'' Namjoon agrees quickly worried for your comfort and pulls the blindfold from your eyes. You blink rapidly when the light hits your eyes.  When you are again used to the light your eyes find Namjoon and again you almost forget how to breathe. He is so fucking beautiful and handsome at the same time. His dick is hard and wrapped in condom, begging for it release.  Namjoon's body is like a eye candy, just created to be admired and worshiped. Did whole group of seven men save the country in their past life or something? It's so utterly unfair how all of them is so gorgeous. ''Can I kiss you?'' You ask and instead of answering Namjoon leans to your lips and bites your lower lip gently. ''Are you sure that you are okay with this?'' Namjoon asks when his lips leaves yours. ''Yes, I want to do it.'' You agree little bit nervous but eager to continue.           So you know how romance books always describes your first time as a fantasy came true? Well it it really was, Namjoon was gentle when he entered you going slowly. Namjoon was far from small and his member invading your insides was painful at first without lying.  You whined when you felt the burn and few tears escaped your eyes which Namjoon kissed away. When you finally gave the signal to move he made sure that your comfort came first and soon the stretch turned from unpleasant into pleasure.  Namjoon's dick brushed one particular spot in your insides and you were seeing stars. You begged for more and Soon Namjoon speed was multiplying and he pumped his hard member in and out to your wet hole.  You hands were still tied on the bedpost so you were unable to touch Namjoon which was in your eyes a minus but the thought slipped quickly from your mind when he pinched your clit and you came hard spamming around his thick member. Your pulsing walls were quick to push Namjoon over the edge and he came in to the condom. Panting and sweaty Namjoon pulled out and tossed the condom into nearby trash bin. You are still fucked out and coming back to earth when Namjoon releases you from the cuffs. After all the lust is literally fucked out of you, you are getting tired. Even the dull pain and soreness you feel won't stop your eyelids wanting to close shut. ''I go get the towel.'' Namjoon says quietly while you are already drifting to sleep in his bed. Last thing you can remember is Namjoon cleaning you up and pulling blanket over your body.  Namjoon turns the lights off in the room and slides next to you in to the bed drifting into dreamland with you.

'Tae I fucked up.'' ''So I have heard.'' ''What I can do to fix this?'' ''What you think you should do?'' ''Fuck, I don't know. All I know is that I can't lose her.'' ''Then Jimin you should tell that to her.'' 

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[nochuobsessed]

Bite Me || Pt 16

Bite Me Masterlist

Word Count: 3.7k

Groups: BTS, Got7, NCT, Twice, Red Velvet

Au: Supernatural

Pairing: Werewolf!Yoongi x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: Gore, Smut, Supernatural Creatures

For Yoongi, growing up hated was better than growing up alone. His brother, the rightful heir to the Silverbullets, could sense Yoongi’s power from the moment he was born. Jaebum was only five when his brother came into the world, but he knew he was a threat.

Jaebum, being the heir, had a lot of friends his age in the pack. Yoongi had no one. He would spend most of his time with his mother, wife to the alpha but preferred to live a quieter life away from the main pack house. Yoongi lived with her in a house on the outside of the property, growing up learning the skills he needed to form his own pack, rather than learn how to fight from his father.

As they both grew older, they spent more and more time apart. Jaebum would see Yoongi learning how to fight with their mother, his younger brother skinnier and paler than he was. Jaebum felt strong, but the other wolves were drawn to him too, somehow knowing that Yoongi was born an alpha too.

Jungkook and Jimin joined, quickly becoming friends with the younger alpha. Jungkook was picked by Jaebum to do more intense training, and not being able to defy the alpha-in-line, he grew apart from Yoongi. Jimin was a punching bag, a small but growing wolf.

When Jaebum turned 20, he became Alpha. His mother and father moved away from the pack, wanting a rest from the hectic life of the pack. Jaebum instantly banished Yoongi, with his fiancé by his side. He hadn’t seen Yoongi since.

And now, right in front of him, stood the woman that didn’t do anything to help him. That ignored his cries, the cries of a teenager who now had no one.

But he was stronger now, he had you, he had his pack. He had heard rumors of Silverbullets downfall, never wanting to believe it.

Amber looked older, more mature. She had a maternal aura, her children in front of her showing that she meant no harm.

“Yoongi, it’s been a while,” She said, “You must be his mate. Congratulations.”

You looked to Yoongi, and he squeezed your hand, “Amber, this is Y/N. Y/N, Amber.”

“You’re his sister in law?”

She nodded, before crouching down to her children, “This is Minji, and Sunhi is asleep. They’re your nieces.”

Yoongi looked at the small children, a warmth filling in his heart, “Hi,” He said quietly.

“Mummy, who is that?” Minji asked, pointing at Yoongi. Amber smiled at her daughter, answering simply.

“That’s your Uncle Yoongi,” She said, “Daddy told you about him, right?”

“The one that went away?”

Yoongi looked to you, not knowing what to say. Luckily, Amber spoke up first. “Yes, he went away, but he’s back now. Yoongi, if we could talk more in private maybe?”

You nodded at Yoongi, “I can look after the kids. You two talk.”

Yoongi begrudgingly agreed, moving to another table with Amber as you brought the pram over, and letting Minji sit across from you.

“Are you Uncle Yoongi’s wife?” Minji asked, swinging her legs on the tall chair, “You’re having a baby, right?”

You laughed, flagging the waitress over, “I’m not his wife, I’m his mate. I’m having two babies, one girl and on boy.”

“Are you a werewolf?”

You bit your lip, deciding to go with the truth, “No, I’m a vampire. But vampires are very nice, we don’t hurt anyone.”

Minji nodded, as the waitress came over. “Do you want anything?”

Minji’s eyes widened as quickly looked at the dessert menu, “Cookie?”

“One cookie please,” You said, thanking the waitress as she went back to the counter. You waited until she came, and gave the 6 year old her cookie.

“Thanks Aunt Y/N,” Minji said, having a bite of the cookie, “Daddy always talks about Uncle Yoongi. He did something mean to him, so he left. But daddy is sorry, he wants to be friends again.”

You smiled to the girl, who was excitedly eating her cookie. She stopped talking, focusing on eating as her sister began to stir.

You looked into the pram, to see the brown eyed baby staring right back at you. You picked her up out of her pram, bringing her to your chest as you cooed, “Hi Sunhi, I’m Y/N. Your mummy is talking to your uncle, she’ll be back in a minute.”

The baby made small noises, before calling out when she saw her mother walking back to the three of you.

“Thanks for looking after them,” Amber said, taking Sunhi from you. Yoongi stood behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders comfortingly.

“We’re having dinner with them, tonight,” Yoongi said, much to your surprise, “We’ll go back to the hotel so you can feed, and then we will go over to their house, and meet with Jaebum and my mother.”

You gently caressed his neck behind you, bringing his ear closer to you, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Yoongi nodded, “We should go now, and get ready to meet you guys later.” He helped you to stand, wrapping a firm arm around your waist. You said your goodbyes, and quickly left.

-

“Is it working?”

“Yep.”

Yoongi had set you up with your next feed, letting you shower first beforehand. It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling, but you were slowly getting used to it.

“I just don’t understand why we’re going to meet with them,” You confessed, watching Yoongi pace around the room, looking at articles of clothing to try and decide what to wear.

“I thought that if we get it over and done with, that it won’t disrupt the rest of our trip,” Yoongi said, pulling off his shirt and putting on another, “If things go well then the remaining week will be nice, if not, we can go home early or just avoid them at every cost.”

You went to stand up, before remembering you were still hooked up to the machine. Yoongi looked at you, and you pouted, holding your arms out for him. He hesitantly came to you, sitting on the couch and letting you pull him into hour arms, stroking his hair lightly, “They hurt you in the past, I just want you to be careful.”

He lifted up your top, revealing your healed baby bump. The skin was now clear from bruises, meaning that the immense amounts of blood was finally doing its job. He kissed your stomach, his lips lingering before resting his head, “I want to see my mother, and I want to see Jaebum. I want him to see how powerful I am, how powerful we are together. That he was born into the role but I earned it. That I am the alpha of Greyrose and you are my celestial queen. That we created hybrid twins. We are a power couple and we are strong.”

You smirked to yourself, still playing with your soulmates hair, “You sound proud.”

He lifted his head up, “I am proud. Of us, of myself, of you. They can’t hurt me anymore. Not with you by my side.”

You kissed him gently, “Then we better look the part. Untube me?”

He did as you asked, taking out the uncomfortable tube once you had finished your feed. You got dressed, picking similar outfits as to show your power together.

“Shall we?”

-

“Room A6, A6?”

Jungkook didn’t know what he was doing. A local university was having an open day, and for some reason, unknown to him, he felt he should go. He was able drag Bambam and Yugyeom with him, so the three of them walked around the campus. Girls looked their way, and they laughed, thinking it funny that the moment they step out of the forest, the attention is on them.

“Has Hyung texted you?” Yugyeom asked Bambam, who shook his head in return, “Must be too busy having fun with Y/N-noona.”

“Noona is sick, I doubt they’re having the kind of fun you’re thinking of,” Bambam said, “You came from Daegu, right Kook?”

“I was originally in a pack is Busan with Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook said, looking at the room numbers, “The Alpha was brutal, a killer. A group of us left at the same time.”

“Room A6 right?” Yugyeom stopped the older wolf, pulling him back to the entrance, “Here you go.”

“You aren’t coming in with me?” Jungkook asked, his eyes showing a desperate plea to not be alone.

“We’re going to look at the other departments. Why you chose medical biology is a mystery to us,” Bambam teased, “Good luck!”

Jungkook stammered, looking around awkwardly, “Fuck you!”

A girl walked passed him, turning around briefly to face him, “At least take me out first.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped in awe. He watched the girl walk away, sitting in the middle row. He wanted to run after her, sit next to her and win her heart.

He walked in slowly, sitting a few seats away from her. The professors came into the room, beginning their introductions on the course. Jungkook tried to stay focused, looking at the pamphlet he had been given but had no luck. He had to look at the mystery girl. She was Korean, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail that framed her face perfectly. She looked interested in the subject, but could feel Jungkook’s gaze on her.

She stood up, moving into the seat right next to Jungkook, “You’re staring.”

Jungkook stiffened, hearing her voice right next to him, “You’re beautiful, it’s hard not to.”

The girl laughed, writing something down on her notebook, before looking to Jungkook, “You jump to the chase, don’t you?”

Jungkook nodded, making eye contact with her, “It feels right.”

The introduction ended an hour later, and the two went off and got coffee together.

“I never got your name,” She said, sipping on her iced mocha. She looked expectantly at the boy, who put down his own drink.

“Jungkook,” He said, “And yours?”

“Jess,” She answered, “You know, I’m already in my second year of studying. I don’t really know why I went to a new students event.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “I don’t know why I came either… Tell me, do you believe in werewolves?”

Jess scoffed, “Of course I do.” She stared straight at Jungkook, her golden brown eyes turning a bright yellow, her smile showing off her canine teeth.

Jungkook did the same, his eyes turning blue and his canines growing.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, right?” Jungkook asked, both of them going back to their human form.

“You’re my mate, and I’m yours.”

-

Jaebum’s property wasn’t as extravagant as Yoongi had thought it would be. It was a modern house, perfect for their family and nothing more. He had expected a modern palace, the silver bullets residing there too. But only the five of them lived there, the fifth being his mother, of course.

You both stood at the front door, Yoongi’s arm firmly around your waist. You were both nervous, obviously, but you held your heads high.

He knocked on the door, holding a bottle of wine in the other hand that wasn’t holding onto you, and the door opened.

Amber stood there, wearing a beautiful evening wear set, complimenting her figure. She smiled, ushering you inside and taking your coats.

“I’m glad you came,” Amber said, “Minji kept talking about you, Y/N. You’re the cool aunt that bought her a cookie.”

You bowed your head, hiding a smile, “I’m glad she thinks so highly of me. Hopefully it will be the same with the others.”

Amber nodded in understanding, “They’re sitting outside, you should join them. I’ll come out in a sec.”

Yoongi followed the cool air that went through the house, eventually finding the door that led to the outside patio. Two figures sat in the outdoor furniture set, with Minji running around with Sunhi.

The shorter of the two figures stood up when they sensed your presence. Yoongi’s mother had aged gracefully, her hair a dark brown. She smiled widely, quickly coming up to Yoongi and hugging him. He didn’t hug her back.

“Mother.”

She let go of him, caressing his cheek, “Yoongi, it’s been so long.”

Yoongi nodded, “It has.”

She turned her focus to you, her eyes landing on your face first, before seeing your rather big baby bump. “You found your mate?”

Yoongi cleared his throat, “This is Y/N.”

“You’re not a werewolf,” The other figure spoke up, finally coming into the light. He looked at Yoongi, then at you, distaste evident in his tone, “A vampire, a pregnant vampire. Tell me, who’s the father?”

Yoongi growled lowly, bringing you behind him, “I am. Jaebum, I was told you wanted to fix things.”

Jaebum was taller than Yoongi, and had a broader build. Nevertheless, Yoongi was evidently the scarier brother, his red eyes flashing at the eldest with a clear warning.

Yoongi’s mother stepped forward, taking your hands, “Y/N, I’m so glad to meet you. Thank you for making Yoongi happy. I’m Haeyeon, you can call me by my name.”

You bowed your head in respect, “Thank you for raising Yoongi.”

Jaebum looked you up and down, analyzing your features, “Girl or boy?”

You looked up, startled, “Sorry?”

“The baby, is it a girl or a boy?” He said, his features softening.

You looked up at Yoongi, who’s arms had come back around your waist. He looked at your belly, “Twins, one boy, one girl.”

Jaebum bowed, “Congratulations. I look forward to meeting the new members of our family.”

Yoongi deadpanned, “You never really considered me family before. Should I say thank you?”

Yoongi’s whole demeaner had changed. No longer was he the happy, cuddly, Yoongi you knew. Now he was sexy, demanding and powerful. His aura had you breathless, and slightly turned on.

“I’m hoping we can talk things over, start anew,” Jaebum said, “Having children… Changes you. If my girls were to ever treat each other the way we treated each other-“

“The way you treated me,” Yoongi corrected, “I barely said five words to you as a child. It wasn’t until you banished me from the pack that I actually held a conversation with you. But even then it was rather one-sided-“

You brought your lips to Yoongi’s neck, a signal he needed to calm down, “Yoongi, let’s try to stay civil. Family is important, you deserve to have people there for you.”

“I have my own pack, and I have you,” Yoongi said, before speaking louder, “This was a mistake. WE should go-“

“Dinners ready!” Amber said, coming outside and picking up Sunhi. She sent a warning glare to Jaebum, who looked frustrated but eventually gave in.

-

Everyone sat around the table, food in front of them. The kids had started eating, along with Haeyeon and Amber. Jaebum and Yoongi were yet to start, with you not being able to eat.

“So the twins are making it impossible to eat human food?” Haeyeon asked, eating a mouthful of kimchi, “Once you give birth, I’ll send some food to you guys. You deserve it, carrying my sons children.”

“Thank you, I’ll just be glad to hold them in my arms,” You said politely, watching as Amber fed Sunhi a spoonful of her food, “Jaebum, earlier you mentioned that having children changed you?”

Jaebum and Yoongi stopped their glaring contest, Yoongi finally starting to eat as Jaebum spoke, “It does. I wanted power, to control what I shouldn’t control. When Amber got pregnant with Minji, it changed me. No longer was I selfish in wanting power. Anything I did was for her. Sunhi came along and we knew the pack wasn’t the right place to raise them. So we left. Now there’s just us five.”

“My pack is great,” Yoongi interrupted, “Y/N got really sick, and they all helped out, getting her to the hospital and organizing our trip here.”

“Greyrose, right?” Jaebum asked, “You have quite the reputation. A good one, a humble one. Other packs strive to achieve the peace you have. We did too.”

“We didn’t always have peace,” Yoongi confessed, “Y/N’s brother, Namjoon. He hated werewolves, he hated me. When he found out we were mates, he wanted to kill me. Luckily the Celestial witch stepped in and helped us.”

“And now?” Haeyeon asked, “Do you have peace?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to my brother since that happened. I assume he’s still locked in a coffin, atoning for the terror he brought into my life.”

Yoongi bit his lip, pushing his food around his plate. He hadn’t told you, he knew he should. You seemed okay with the knowledge that he was in a coffin, and he didn’t want to ruin that.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” Amber said, “I want this family to be one again. The kids deserve to know you both, and I’m sure you feel the same about yours.”

You nodded, placing your hand on your bump, “They don’t have any other cousins. Having other children that aren’t exactly human will be good for them.”

Haeyeon looked to her two sons, “Well? Jaebum, Yoongi?”

Jaebum stood up, “Brother, I’m sorry for everything I did to you, that I did to your life. You never deserved to be the victim of my crimes. But I am glad, for you have made a pack and a life for yourself, that I would be honored to be let back into, if you’ll have me.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything. You placed your hand that was on your bump onto his lap, and he looked up, “No.”

“No?”

“You ruined me. I grew up with no one. I had mother, but it’s not fair for a child’s only friend to be his mother. I never knew our father, I never knew you. You kicked me out when I was 15. I worked my way to get to Seoul, and I was homeless for a year. Once you have worked that hard to stay alive, once you understand exactly how horrid you made my life, then I will let you into the wonderful life that I created.”

Yoongi stood up, walking out of the house with no remorse. Jaebum sat down, looking wearily at you, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, “He has a point. You can’t just forgive like that. You made it sound so easy, and for a second there I thought he was going to say yes. But from his point of view, you put him through hell. A fate worse than death. He deserves better. He deserves someone that he knows won’t hurt him. That he knows will always stay by his side.”

“And you think that’s you?” Jaebum spat, earning a nasty glare from his mother and wife.

You stood up, “It is me. The mother of his children. His mate. Haeyeon, Amber. It was lovely meeting you. I will stay in touch. Thank you for dinner.”

With that, you walked out, hurrying after Yoongi. You debated using your vampire speed, but decided against it.

You found him outside, waiting for you in the car. You shook your head, motioning for him to come with you. He agreed, getting out of the car and following you.

“I thought we could take a walk, it’s nice outside,” You said, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers, “I’m proud of you, of what you said.”

Yoongi looked at his feet, “I just, I can’t let him in. He caused me so much pain, so much strife and he knew what he was doing. He knew I would either end up dead or a science experiment. But I’m now the stronger one. I’m the one who has the power, mentally and physically.”

You stopped walking, finding a pier and looking over the fence that separated you both from the water below, “You spoke you mind, and that is a powerful thing. He doesn’t mean harm, but he also can’t expect to be forgiven like that.”

Yoongi turned to you, “I love you.”

You smiled softly, “I love you too-“

“No, like I really love you, Y/N. I can’t use words, they’re not strong enough. You have this way of supporting me whilst understanding the other side of things. Your loyalty is unwavering. I thought that mates were just programmed to love each other, but the love I have for you goes past everything I ever thought existed.”

You had a few tears rolling down your cheek, “Yoongi. I love you so fucking much-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence, overwhelmed with emotions as you walked forward and kissed him. It was hot, it was passionate. He wiped away your tears, never once parting from your lips. His lips moved against yours with intent, the intense feelings moving through both of your bodies and meeting in the middle. The wind blowing your hair behind you added to the effect, as you clung to each other’s bodies.

You finally parted. Yoongi lifted you into his arms, carrying you bridal style back to the car. You pressed soft kisses to his neck, accidentally leaving a hickey. He put you down outside the car, letting you get in as he got in on his side.

You drove back to the hotel in silence, his hand on your thigh. Once you had arrived, you raced back inside. You wanted him to take you and you wanted him now.

Opening the door to the hotel room, you pushed him against the wall, your lips connecting again. You noticed a hesitance in his actions, and you pulled away, “What’s wrong?”

Yoongi shook his head, hiding in the crook of your neck, “You’re not better yet. I can’t risk anything.”

You pouted as he walked away, sighing and wondering how exactly you could get him to touch you again.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

COTW 23 - update

Holding Viren, Levi was pacing back and forth in the family waiting area. Eren had already been in surgery for 8 hours, and he was still yet to hear anything about his husband's health. Doctor Reed had suggested he wait back at the hotel, and that she would call when the procedure was over, but Levi couldn't bare to bring himself to leave. He didn't want to be unable to get to Eren in time... Hushing Viren as he started wake, Levi wished someone would pick him up and carry him around. He was dead on his feet, but if he sat, he'd never get back up. Eren hadn't had a great flight down, due to a panic attack that had resulted in him sedated. When he'd woken at Mitras Royal, his husband had been severely disoriented and groggy. He'd begged Levi to take him home, and grown agitated over the lack of rings on his finger, taking hours to come back to reality as the drugs left his system. Having spent the whole night before Eren's flight at the hospital with his omega, then going straight to spending a flight being serenaded with Viren's stunning "operatic" vocals, and topping the trifecta with a terrified Eren, Levi was tired, smelly, exhausted to the point of nausea and nursing a headache greater than Viren's ability to scream. He knew Viren couldn't help the pain in his ears that came from flying, but out of everyone on the plane, only one little old beta woman had been happy to help. The rest of the passengers getting mad at the three year old for something he couldn't help or understand. By the twelve hour mark, Levi was wondering if they'd forgotten he existed. He'd given up pacing, thanks to his knees threatening to give out, and thanks to having to take Viren to the bathroom, and for food. His paranoia left him wondering if they'd come to find him, then found that he wasn't there and assumed he'd left. His arse was numb, his back hurt like a bitch and his eyes burned from a lack of sleep, but there was no way he was going home. 16 hours after kissing Eren goodbye as he wheeled away, Doctor Reed finally came to find him. The woman looked as bad as he felt "Levi" Rising to his feet, she gestured for him to sit. Levi's heart was hammering as he did "How... how is he?" "It was a hard and difficult surgery. Separating the tumour wasn't easy..." Oh god... oh... fuck... this was it... Eren had... he was... Levi's eyes filled with tears, Doctor Reed placing her hand on his shoulder "... and we were unable to remove the entirety of the tumour, however, we did remove over 80 percent of the tissue. Now. There were some complications, extending procedure time. The pup went into distress which is why we didn't remove the tumour in its entirety, the second twin then slipping into distress from the extended surgery..." Reed paused, Levi was getting over these pauses real fucking fast "Eren?" "Eren crashed on the table, suffering a major bleed as we were closing. We closed the bleed, and got his heart back into normal sinus rhythm, but we've placed him in a medically induced coma to relieve the pressure on his body. The next 48 hours are going to be critical. We'll be monitoring both pups very closely, as well as Eren for clots, preterm-labour, or secondary bleeds. We won't know if there are any lasting effect from the bleed, until he wakes" Levi felt as if he'd been dumped into an ice bath. His stomach clenching so hard that vomited into his mouth "Now. I know you're anxious to see him, but we have him a sterile room to lower risk of infection, and we will be keeping him under until we are absolutely sure he is strong enough to be brought back out. You need to go home and rest" Rest... how could he rest? "I know everything I said is scary, but it was nothing outside the realms of possibilities we knew may occur during this procedure. I'm also not sugar coating it, because I know you'd be insulted if I did. So the best thing you can do for Eren, is to go back to your hotel and rest" "I want to see him" "That's not currently possible" "I... I don't care if I can't talk to him, I need to see him... he's... my husband" Reed took a long breath in through her nose "Please. I need to see he's out of surgery" "You won't be able to communicate with him, and the amount of equipment surrounding him may be alarming" "I know. I'm prepared for that. But I still need to see him. We've come all this way. He's in a city and hospital he doesn't know. Having a surgery he was scared shitless over, and now you tell me he died on table. I need to... see him" Reed softened "I can give you a few minutes, but you have to promise me you'll rest" Levi nodded quickly "Alright, come with me" Forced to stand on the outside of the room, Eren was locked away from him. His omega's room was directly across from nurses station, which was generally reserved for the riskier of patients. Normally doctor's liked their patiences to come out of anesthetiser naturally, but there Eren was. Surrounded by monitors, his stomach bare and other than the small sensor pads placed across his swell to monitor the vitals of their pups. Levi found no relief at the sight of Eren like that. He looked too thin, and far too pale "Levi?" Blinking, he realised Reed had placed her hand on his shoulder again "My team is the best on the whole island. He is in very good hands here" "He looks like a doll" "He may be pale, but he did just go through a 13 hour procedure. Even unconscious, surgery is a heavy burden on the body, and there is a risk of infection. Being in a coma is the best thing for him right now" So they had left him waiting... They'd left him to stew in his own misery "He'll wake up again, won't he?" "We have no reason to doubt he won't once the drugs are weaned from his system. He will be weak, but if all goes well, he'll be home by the 28th" Levi nodded, swapping Viren to his opposite hip. He and Eren had married on the 13th, it was now the 17th or was maybe even the 18th... Eren was due to remain in Mitras until the 21st, then to be transferred back to Shinganshima. He didn't see Eren being home by the 28th, nor did he see him testifying on the 6th of March like Floch had organised... Eren wanted to take the stand as it would be the states lawyers questioning him this time, and giving him a chance to explain his life in his own words. Floch was sitting on the pushing incident, which left Levi furious, yet the man had restated that he had a plan "Now. The best thing for you is sleep" Levi nodded, he didn't want to take his eyes off Eren. The three rings and the two wolves he wore around neck felt incredibly heavy, almost like a hangman's noose. If anything else were to happen... he'd lose his head "Thank you... and thank you for... for saving them..." "You're welcome. I never promised this would be easy, but we all came through the other side in one piece. Are you alright to get home from here?" "Yeah... yeah, I've got it covered" "Then no doubt I'll see you soon" "Thank you..." Back at the hotel, Levi crashed hard. Getting Viren, and himself, showered and changed used up the last of his energy reserves. Turning the TV on and setting it to low for the background noise, he pulled his son into bed with him. Viren wasn't a happy camper, not after a whole day at hospital with being able to run and play, but Levi wasn't about to let him go loose in a hotel room, even if the door was weighted and chained. He needed the soft warmth of his son against him. He needed to know he was safe, no matter how many whines and grabby fingers to the face he took in the process. Sleeping came easy, the hard part was when Viren woke him early demanding food. The boy had somehow rid himself of his nappy, and pants, and all managed to make one hell of a mess of their hotel room. Ordering room service, Levi was ready for another however many hours of sleep he'd gotten. Chasing Viren down and getting him back into a pair of pants, his son promptly pulled them back down, before attempting another break for it. It wasn't fair how much energy toddlers had... or maybe he was just getting old. Breakfast was another trying experience. The syrup from their pancakes ended up across the sheets, with strawberries smeared into the sheets for extra flavour. His cup of tea fell victim too, its appeal lost once half chewed, toddler drooled on, pancake ended up floating in it. If Eren had been there, he would have had everything under control, and the room service man wouldn't have had to deal with a toddler with his willy in his hand yelling about making it bigger, when the poor guy was just trying to do his job. Levi gave a him a decent tip, the man taking it all in good humour as Levi tried to assure him that this wasn't an every occurrence and that Viren was his son, and that he wasn't up to anything shady. When he thought about it after the fact, his awkwardness was probably what he was laughing about. Once again he found himself thinking Eren would have handled everything so much better. With too much energy for his own good, Levi googled parks on his phone. It was barely 8am, so he wouldn't be able to visit his omega for another two hours. Two more hours he would have preferred to be have used to sleep, but Viren was just too wired, and their bed was a mess. Fighting to get his son dressed, then himself, he went to scold his son for jumping on their bed, when the boy jumped on him with a joyous cry "Daddy! Cuddle Attack!" "Whoa!" Spinning round with Viren in his arms, his bad mood lifted. He wouldn't be out of his flunk until Eren was back home, but this was nice. His son didn't mean to tax his nerves or neurons, and his pure happiness was like a salve to the throbbing wound that was his worry for Eren "What do you say, you and I go to the park, then we'll find something nice to bring mummy" "Mummy!" "Do you miss mummy?" Viren nodded, his wide grey eyes questioning Levi silently "Mummy had to have a special procedure, to make sure he and your little siblings are alright. But he loves you, very much and he's going to be ok" "Can mummy come to the park?" "Not today, baby. But he's going to want hear all about all the fun things you've been doing" "Daddy, why does mum always have to be sick?" "Mummy doesn't want to be sick, but this special procedure is to make him better..." "I don't like it" "I know. How about we get a special gift you can give mummy? And when he's all better, you can tell him how much you love him" "I do" Kissing Viren forehead, he nodded "That's my boy... let's head out to the park" His mind really wasn't on playing, but without other children there, his son had latched onto him. He stubbornly demanded Levi watched as he climbed up the half dozen ladder rungs, so he could slide down a slide as long as Levi's leg. Whoever had designed the park, had definitely not thought about kids at all. The playground was only a slide and a couple of swings, half hidden in the ridiculously perfect grounds. It suited Mitras though, it's rich and money burning image, along with its closed society where kids were probably just thought as pretty decorations. Viren didn't really enough space to explore or enough to work off any extra energy... so he wasn't surprised when Viren came running to him and begged to go on the swings. This was only their second day in the city... he had no idea how he was going to keep Viren entertained for the rest of them. * Eren kept him waiting, his husband had been showing signs of waking all day, but it was 9 hours after he first started to stir that Eren's eyes finally opened. As feared there'd been a few complications. The pups vitals had dipped so low they thought they may have to deliver them ahead of time, before gradually improving, but not before Levi just about collapsed on the spot. Then an infection had started to form along the edge of surgery site. A hair follicle irritated by a stitch, but it was enough to scare the shit out of him again. Kept under for a third day, Eren's system was flooded with antibiotics, and the fourth day after his operation, he was finally weaned off the barbiturates. Hitting the call button, Levi rose and grabbed Eren's hand, as Eren's heart rate began to rise with panic "Shhh. It's the breathing tube, don't fight it... you're ok" Blinking at him, Eren's whole face softened. Though his gaze was unfocused, his husband knew he was there, his struggling lessening "You kept me waiting beautiful.... shhh, don't fight the tube. You're ok... you're ok, bright eyes" Eren weakly squeezed his hand. It'd been a long four days. Especially when he'd been told Eren would be under for another day. Moved away so the tube could be removed, Eren's first move was to reach for Viren. The boy crying as he watched the tube come out, and Eren began to cough. Sitting Viren on the edge of Eren's bed, his husband smiled sleepily "H-hey..." "Rest your voice. Both know how those tubes feel" "Horrible" Levi snorted softly, moving to drag the visitors chair closer to Eren's bed before sitting. Trust Eren to try jumping right into talking again. Reaching up, he brushed Eren's hair back from his face, rubbing his forehead with his thumb as he felt himself tear up "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" Eren coughed as he shook his head, wincing slightly as he dropped his head back against the pillow. Levi's heart jumped into his throat "Eren?" "Throat" "Then rest. Let me try read your lips" Eren didn't seem convinced, but his husband was fast falling back to sleep "Pups" "Both... both are fine... I'm fine. Viren's fine and you're going to be just fine too" Eren didn't need to know anything other than that "Good... mmm, baby..." Kissing Eren's cheek, Viren blew a raspberry. Lifting the toddler back into his lap, he wasn't happy to be parted with his mum "Mummy's still recovering, here. Hold mummy's hand. He's really missed you" "Missed him too" Levi was pretty certain that wasn't the case given Eren hadn't been conscious to miss him, but the way Viren carefully held Eren's hand with both his smaller ones were adorable. Just as carefully, he laid his left cheek down on the back of it "We did a little shopping for you... He wanted to buy you half the soft toys in the store" And a million other things he grabbed off the shelves, loudly proclaiming "for mummy" each time Levi took it from his hands to return it the shelf "He's a good kid" "Yeah. A complete and total handful, but he's so much like you" "N'mm like you" Eren's eyes started to slide closed. The eyes that had haunted his dreams and teased him over how long it'd been since he'd seen them "Get some more sleep, bright eyes" "It's been a while since y' call'd me that" "I've missed seeing your eyes... I've missed all of you" "Mmm... sorry... still sleepy" "I can see that. We're not going anywhere" "Love you guys" "We love you too" Sleeping for the next few hours, the second time Eren woke, Levi took Viren out the room while the checked Eren over. His husband didn't remember their earlier conversation, but it wasn't like he'd expected him to. Given it'd gotten so late, they probably wouldn't be able to stay for that much longer. Viren was bored and sleepy. Upset mummy couldn't get up and play. Making it a mission to find his son a cookie, he managed to keep the toddler entertained for a solid half an hour, before Viren got his cookie and they returned to Eren's room. Sitting up, Eren smiled at them tiredly "Look who's awake" "Look who's filling our son with sugar" "Mummy!" Viren made a run for Eren, Levi catching him as he tripped over his own feet and nearly lost his hard earned cookie. Carrying him over to Eren, he sat down with their son in his lap "Hey, baby. That's a pretty big cookie you've got there" "I needed bribery. How do you feel?" "I'm ok... sleepy... but I'm ok" "Good. Did they say anything?" "Mmm... yeah... pups are ok... that's the main thing" "What else did they say?" "A whole heap of words..." Levi forced a laugh. What he really wanted to know was if they talked about how the surgery went, but he didn't want to upset his omega by asking "Said we'd talk about it tomorrow with... with Reed" Yawning, Eren reached out to Viren to rest his hand on his head "My baby been good for daddy?" "It's been interesting" "He's been bored" "You could say that. I never realised how much time he spent sticking his hand down his pants" Eren laughed, before groaning with pain. His hand going from Viren's head to his stomach "Eren?" "Laughing isn't so great... I feel like I'm going to burst" "No laughing. Ok..." "Mmm... skins itchy too" "You had the start of an infection, but they've got it under control" "I think they said something about that too... and bleeding... I really can't remember" "Don't try and force it..." "'m not... how about you? You look sleepy" That was so very Eren "I'm ok. You have me a bit of scare though. I'm sure my hair's more grey than black these days" "Sorry... I like your hair black" "It's fine" "Tell me what you've been up to. Have you been having fun with daddy?" Viren hid behind his cookie, Eren giving another laugh and a groan "I should know better than to ask" "We went to the park, and we've been shopping. They have a kids channel at the hotel..." "TV babysitting for the win..." "Yeah. I've been lost without you around" "I'm sure that's not true" "I let him out in public without shoes on yesterday. Completely forgot them" "I've done that before too. You're not alone" "That's nice to know... I've missed... I've missed you so much" Tearing up, Eren gave him a loving smile "Hey. I'm ok" "I was scared you wouldn't wake" "Like I'd leave my two best men alone... hey, come here" Moving Viren up to Eren's bed, Levi wrapped his arms around both his loves. Nuzzling and kissing Eren's temple, he didn't care that Eren's hair smelt or that his mate hadn't showered in days. All he cared about was holding him again. The floodgates breaking open completely "You died... you left me and you died... and I wasn't there" "Shhhh... it's ok, alpha. It's ok" "I was so fucking useless. I kept wondering if it was ok to be taking Viren to play or to go shopping. I kept thinking about you" "I know you would have. I know. But it's over now, right?" "Y-yeah..." Eren picked up on the stuttered in his word "They couldn't remove all the tumour, but they got most of it... and then you nearly... you were gone" "Shhh, Levi. Levi, it's ok. I'm ok... my poor alpha. You've been so worried, while I slept. Have you called anyone? Let them know how things are?" "N-no..." "Leeeee. You were supposed to" "I texted Mike when you came out of surgery. But... I didn't want to hear it" "You said you'd call them. I didn't want you being alone" "I couldn't. Not until you were awake. I love you... I love you so much" "I love you, Lee. And I love my baby boy... can you lift Viren? He's on my stomach" "Oh! Shit... hold on..." Viren clutched to his cookie and at Eren's hospital gown as Levi pulled him back into his hold as he sat back in the visitors chair "Better?" "Not really... I'd rather the cuddles" "When we get home, you're going to have so many cuddles that you won't know what to do" "I wouldn't mind them now. My omega's so confused over everything. It wants its alpha, and wants to kill whoever touched our pups" "I don't think Reed will appreciate that" "Nor do I. How's your alpha?" Anxious. Worried. Angry. Confused. Freaking the fuck out... "Better now you're awake" "Coming off suppressants doesn't help either" "You're supposed to be worrying about yourself, not me" "Of course I'm going to worry about my family. You guys are my everything" "And you're ours..." Knocking on the glass door, a young nurse poked her head in the room "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are coming to the end" Withdrawing before he could reply, Levi looked back to Eren. His omega having paled in the last few moments "Eren?" "'m ok" "Hey, if you don't want us to go, I can ask about staying" "No. No, you need to take Viren home. He needs a bath and it's way past his bedtime" Murmuring the words, Eren's tearing eyes betrayed him "Eren..." "It's ok. I know you guys can't stay... I'm just... feeling really clingy..." "Like I said, I can ask" Eren wiped his eyes, not stemming the running tears "No... you look tired too... and I'm not... not going anywhere" "I can't leave you like this" "I know I shouldn't be scared, but I don't know this place... it doesn't smell like home" "Shhh... it's ok. You're safe. Here, Viren hop up for a second" Lifting Viren off his lap, Levi pulled his jacket off. Not caring it wasn't hygienic as he moved to lay it under Eren's head and across his pillows "Better?" "I love your scent..." "Good. I'll..." "You should take Viren back to the hotel... He spends too much time in hospital" "I don't want to leave you" "I don't want you two sleeping here..." "What can I do? I hate seeing you crying" "Give me a kiss?" Levi was happy to oblige, the nasal cannula getting in the way as he did. Straightening it out, he smiled at his mate sadly. He hated how scared Eren was becoming "I'll be here first thing in the morning, and we'll stay the whole day. I'll bring my phone in, so you can use it if you want, or look at photos. I've taken heaps of photos because I know you love them" "I... I don't deserve you" "Oh, bright eyes. You deserve the world. And who knows, maybe I'll bring you your own huge cookie" "Reed said I can't eat solid right now" Levi frowned "When did she say that?" "Before the surgery... because of you know... giving birth out my arse" Oh... yeah... straining to take a shit might not be the best thing right now "Right. Then I'll just have to make you cookies when we get home" "I'll hold you to that... where's Viren? I want to give him a kiss" It fucking sucked to leave Eren behind. His omega looked heartbroken as he guided Viren out Eren's room. He should have insisted that Eren slept. If he'd been asleep when Levi and Viren left, then his mate wouldn't be so sad... * Eren was flown back on the 23rd of February rather than the 21st. Coughing too hard due to his irritated throat had caused a tear in his stitching, and another unexpected surgery. Even if it was a very minor bleed, he was proud that Eren caught the fact that something was wrong, and spoken up about it rather than trying to hide the bleeding. Coming back home to Shinganshima was relieving. Eren was heavily depressed over the remaining tumour mass, despite trying hard not to show it. His husband's vitals had been all over the place, and Reed wouldn't sign off on the transfer until they'd steadied and remained within suitable values for 24 hours. Viren had once again hated flying, crying from the moment the cabin pressurised, right up to the moment he was taken into Hanji's arms at the hospital. Being on home turf made it easier to keep his worry under control. Eren was back in an environment he knew, and they'd be able to have some together as they had babysitters available. Meeting him at the front of the hospital, Hanji was all smiles as cuddled with Viren "It's about time you got back" "Nice to see you, too. How's Eren?" "Popped in to see him before, but he was sleeping. The transfer went like clockwork, buuuut, you're both in the sh-shoe with me" "Oh? Why now?" Falling into step with Hanji was easy. It felt like he could breathe easier and the air all that much cleaner than it had been in Mitras "Getting married without telling anyone! I can't believe you stole my Honey away and eloped" "Who told you? Was it Eld or Gunther?" "What?! They knew?! How come they got to know?! I wanted to throw Eren a huge wedding... did you do it right!? Was he happy!?" "We got married at the courthouse before Eren's surgery... and if it wasn't them, then who?" "It was on his transfer papers. Under personal affects was listed none as they were in the possession of his husband" "I knew I hated paperwork" "Why didn't you tell meeeeee?! Do you know how long I've been mentally planning this wedding?! How many hours I've put into the seat charts and flowers?!" "Don't worry, we still want a big wedding... Eren was scared of dying without marrying me" If he said he was just as scared, Hanji would pull the piss out of him for the rest of his life "And here I was, ready to give you shit. I can't tease you for a reason like that" "Once the trial is over and the pups are born, then we'll talk wedding. That's the agreement" "I read his updated medical records..." "And?" Pressing the elevator button, Hanji made him wait until they'd stepped inside and she'd pushed the button to the floor Eren was on before continuing "And I read about what happened... how is?" "Not happy. He's trying to hide it, but he feels guilty for not being strong enough for the whole of the tumour to be removed. Which is complete shoe. His omega's also been all over the place. He's wanted cuddles, but we got in trouble for Viren sitting on his bed, and I got us in trouble for leaving my jacket over his pillow so he'd have my scent" "Well, he's home now. Mike said he'd take Viren tonight. He also said that Titan needs to go on a diet" "He's fine the way he is... and I might take him up on that. We haven't had a chance to talk about everything. Not with little ears in the room" "How did he enjoy his holiday?" Watching the doors open, this time Levi made Hanji wait as he stepped off. Viren was practically asleep in her hold "He didn't. He wanted Eren and didn't understand why he couldn't be there. Plus, being in a hotel room most of the time left him with energy to spare. The second day Eren was awake, he talked at him for two hours straight" "I'm sooooo glad Anna's growing out of that. She's made Eren a card, but I'm not allowed to give it to him. And she's been lost without Viren" "For being your daughter, she's not as much as a pain in the arse as you are" "I know. She reminds me so much of Moblit... I'd like to take credit, but Eren has been so good with her" "Eren's really good with kids, and omegas. It's a shame he never got to put those skills to use outside of babysitting and saving omegas being attacked" "He's still young. Give it a couple of years for the pups to grow" "I know he's still young. I'm just saying..." "You're saying your smitten by everything he does" "He is my husband" "I know that. Do I get to see the wedding ring?" "Once it's back on his finger with the other two" "You've bought him half a jewellery shop... the rings, the charm bracelet, the wolves..." "Eren bought the wolves..." He couldn't deny Hanji's point though. He'd bought Eren four rings over the span of their relationship, which would possibly be around $7000 worth of jewellery... or so. But when compared to the fact that some spent that on a single ring, it really didn't seem that bad. Besides, Eren was beautiful. He'd had such a hard life and deserved pretty things. And the charm bracelet was Eren's pride and joy. A "V" added for their son, and when the next two pups came, he'd buy charm letters for both of them "Ooooooh. That makes me more sense" "Yeah. He didn't want me to give his jewellery back until we were back home. Viren's been after the wolves" Eren was awake when they walked in, giving them a small wave, Hanji raised an eyebrow "Is that all I get?" "Sorry. Hey, Hanji. How've you been?" "I've been worried about my little Sweetheart. My married, Sweetheart" Eren looked from Hanji to him "I didn't tell her. It was on your paperwork" "Oh... yeah... um... we got married" "I know. I mean. I heard. Levi said I couldn't look at the wedding ring until it was back on your finger" "That might be a while... I think they're swollen" Swollen? Since when? Eren's fingers were on the slender side. Like those of a piano player "Noooo... I want to seeeee! I can't believe you guys didn't invite me" "It was a small ceremony" "With a nice wedding night. Can I have Viren?" Walking over to Eren, Hanji set Viren down beside him. Leaving Levi to walk around the bed and sink down to sit on the other side "How do you feel? Any pain? Or discomfort?" "Hanji, you know what it's like to be pregnant. Everything hurts" "This is true. I want to take a little look at your stitches while I'm here" Levi sighed, taking Eren's hand into his. His omega's fingers didn't look swollen "Leave him alone" "I can't help it. He was gone for soooo long" Kissing the top of Viren's head, their son mumbled out "mumma" as he nuzzled into Eren's chest "How long am I going to be in here?" "A week or so. It depends if any complications arise" "Yay. I've gone from being stuck in one hospital to being stuck in another..." "At least you have all of us for entertainment..." Eren didn't look enthused or amused "Fiiiine. At least you're closer to being back home. Oh. That reminds me. I had Mike go ahead and pick a shower chair up for you, and a couple of rails in the bathroom to make getting around easier" "You didn't need to do that" "Nonsense. You're not to be on your feet for extended periods of time" "I know this" "Then you know it's for your own good, Eren" "It doesn't mean you get to rearrange Levi's apartment while he's not home" It wasn't just his apartment. He'd noticed the changes in Eren's speech that directly related to his omega's mental state. If he was upset, Eren tried to back away from things. It became Levi's room, Levi's apartment and Levi's son. Thankfully, Hanji hadn't or she'd be making Eren even more uncomfortable "He doesn't mind. Your health is our number one priority. Over the next few days, you'll be resting. We'll be performing ultrasounds daily, as well as monitoring you closely. I know you're sick to death of having no privacy and of being poked at... but this is for your own wellbeing and that of the pups. We need to know the second something doesn't feel right or normal" Eren let out a faint whine, Levi squeezing his hand hard "Stop scaring him" "I'm just explaining so he knows what's going on" "You can do that without scaring him" "Guys... that's enough. I think I want to get some more sleep" "Mike is going to look after Viren tonight, because we both know Levi isn't going to want to leave you" "He should go home" "I'm not going anywhere" "Titan and Viren need you" "And they're both going to be taken care of... we haven't had a chance to talk since the surgery" "I don't really feel like talking. I'm still tired from the flight" Hanji caught his eye, her frown obvious "I'm fine. I just need to sleep off the meds and stuff. Levi, you should take Viren home" "I'm staying with you" "Levi" "Eren. I'm staying and that's final. You're husband and I've been worried sick about you. We're home and Mike is happy to look after Viren" "No fighting you two. Eren, I want to take a look at those stitches now, then I'll let you sleep" "Not with Viren in the room..." "Alright. Let me get Mike and we'll figure this out" Eren's stitches didn't look great. That wasn't to say that whoever closed the wound hadn't done a nice job. It was more that he hated that Eren needed them to begin with. The bruising had mostly faded, and the edges had started to scar closed. Replacing the wound dressing, Hanji hummed as she worked "It looks good. The infection has cleared up nicely... you've got a little bit of flaking which is probably itchy as hell, so I'll get some cream for that..." "So, he's ok?" "Yep. You'll have a scar, but things look really good to me" "No signs of another bleed?" "Nope. The bruising and swelling will pass, and we'll find out the rest when we give you an ultrasound" Eren had his eyes closed during Hanji's examination. Breathing through his nose, his husband looked as if he was trying his hardest to fake being asleep "Thanks, Hanji. Is... am I allowed to lay next to him?" "You'll need to be careful not to jostle him, and you'll need to avoid placing any pressure at all on his stomach. For now, I would prefer if you remained sitting by his side until after the ultrasound" "Alright. I'm not going anywhere anyway" "We all know that. I'll try to be here for the ultrasound, then we can find you a blanket or two" Nodding, Hanji flashed him a large smile as she started cleaning up the mess she'd made "It really is good to have you back. Anna is going to be so excited to see you again. She's been asking about you everyday and how "Uncle Eren's babies" are. I'm off for a couple of hours tomorrow around lunch, so I'll bring lunch in with me. You're probably sick to death of hospital food" "They've had him on soft foods" "That makes sense. I know a great place that does an amazing array of desserts. I'm sure I can find a few things" Eren let out a nasally sigh "Ok... can I go to sleep now?" "Sure thing. Levi, you're in charge of watching over him" "Like I'd do anything else"

[thelastifntdragonrider]

J’Imagine (I Believe)

A HTTYD fanfic

Summary: Modern Canada AU. Winter in Canada lasts most of the year, the only real comfort that Hiccup has against the cold is his family, Astrid, and hockey.

Link: on Fanfiction.net

New Chapter: Game 7: The Leafs make it to the finals. Hiccup does not. 

Warning: Character death and angst 

3: Game 7

Astrid returned home.

Alone.

Returning to the bedroom, she reached under the bed and pulled out a box. In the box, there was one end of the a splintered hockey stick, the stub from a Roll Up the Rim coffee cup, and a small velvet box. All memories from Hiccup, memories that now were too painful to think of. Maybe some day, she'll be able to look back on the memories with a smile. Now, tears tracked down her face and carefully, she placed the unused tickets on top, adding one more memory to be forgotten for now.

Closing the box, she slid it under the bed, never to see it again.

-xx—xx-

Hiccup opened his eyes slowly.

The room was peaceful, his heartbeat beating steadily with the beeping of the monitor, and the small TV in the corner was on, an announcer excitedly reporting the current Stanley Cup playoffs. As the reporter called out that the Rangers scored against the Leafs, Hiccup looked around the rest of the room, smiling as he saw Astrid was sitting beside his bed, reading a textbook. To him, Astrid looked absolutely lovely. Her blonde hair framed her face, falling out of its braid, as she tapped her pencil against the edge of her textbook. Hiccup watched Astrid for a couple of moments, watching her clear blue eyes flicker over the page as she read the notes. A couple of moments later, Astrid sighed, closing her textbook. Looking up, she smiled as she saw Hiccup awake. "Hey, babe, how are you feeling?"

Hiccup smiled and sighed in happiness as she brushed his thin hair out of his eyes, kissing his forehead. "You look beautiful," he whispered, taking her hand as she sat down next to him on the bed.

She smiled and lifted his hand to gently kiss his fingers. "Thank you," she said with a smile. For a moment, they sat together, just enjoying each other's company and listening to the hockey game on the TV.

"I can't believe that the Leafs actually made it to the playoffs, even if it's the first round," she said softly. "Game 3, and they've only lost two, maybe they have a chance."

Hiccup laughed, though his laughter died off into coughs. Astrid smiled, happy that she managed to make him smile. He rested his head against her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around him, planting a kiss against his forehead.

In silence, they watched the game, the players racing across the ice and the crowd cheering. It was nearly half time when suddenly Hiccup spoke up. "Toothless likes baths, nice warm ones, especially on days he's outside when it's cold. He also loves salmon and maybe an occasional piece of cod or shrimp. Don't forget that he loves to be rubbed under the chin and –"

"Hiccup, why are you telling me this?"

"I just want to make sure you know all of this before..."

Astrid shook her head. "I know everything. So please... just stop talking."

He didn't stay silent for very long. "You need to find someone after I'm gone."

"Hiccup, that makes no sense."

"No. Astrid. This is important. I need you to hear this," Hiccup said, pulling himself out of her arms so that he could look into her eyes directly. "Through all of this, the only thing that has made it bearable is you. You. Someone that I love, would've protected through everything, someone that I wanted to marry someday. There's going to be a day long, long, long time from now when you're going to be... dying as well. I want you to have someone beside you, holding onto you, kissing you, hoping and praying that you won't die. I want so badly that could be me, but it seems like it won't be, so I want you to find someone who can love you and who you can love to. I'm going to be happy for you no matter what. I love you and I want you to be happy and to be loved."

"You loved me. That's all I need," Astrid said, tears brimming in her eyes. "I can't imagine loving anyone as much as I love you."

"Astrid—"

"No!" She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. "Look. I bought us tickets to the Stanley Cup," she said her tone angry, but it was weakened by tears in her eyes. "You are coming to this game with me. You are coming to this game!"

Hiccup sighed and dropped his gaze. "But... Astrid... I really love this, but... I'm not going to be able to go to this game, you know that."

Astrid covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stop the tears. "Harold Haddock—"

"Don't tell me to hope. I can't stand this talk of hope any more," Hiccup said quietly, but it was like the loudest shout to her. "I can't find it in me to hope for anything any more. I can't find hope to live any more..."

Tears burned in Astrid's eyes, but she pushed them away. "But you're going to live. You're going to come back home with me to your—our house. Toothless is going to be there, Stormfly is going to be there. You're going to live.

"Someday, we'll have kids! When he's born, you're going to hold him and count all of his little tiny toes and make some bad joke about how you only have five when he as ten. We're going to watch him grow up and you're going to love him to pieces. He's going to grow up so fast that the day when he's off to college is going to here just like that. Then our life together can start. We can travel the world or we can stay at home with each together. We're going to grow old together. We can be together, and that's what matters.

"There's always going to be an Astrid and Hiccup. You're going to live. You... have to live..." Astrid took in a shaky breath and pressed her lips against Hiccup's forehead. "Promise?"

There was a pause as Hiccup worked to swallow the lump in his throat. He felt a flash of regret at his moment of selfishness, which had upset Astrid as now tears slowly fell down her cheeks. Trying to fix his wrong, he reached up to return her kiss. "I can't promise, but I'll try my best."

Astrid smiled, brushing away her tears. "That's all I'm asking for."

-xx—xx-

"Don't let go, Daddy!"

"It'll be fine, Hiccup. Steady on your feet."

"I'm right here, Hiccup, don't worry, I will catch you."

Three year old Hiccup teetered unsteadily across the ice and a big grin spread across his face as he landed safely in his father's arms.

"Good job, Hiccup!" Stoick looks up to the person behind the camera. "Valka, we have our very own hockey star on our hands."

"The best hockey player in Canada."

"In the world, Mummy!"

"Of course, in the world, Hiccup."

Astrid smiled as she watched an old home video of the Haddocks when they lived in Newfoundland. Hiccup was only three years old and his parents were teaching him how to skate on their own rink in their backyard. Little Hiccup was bundled up tightly from his tuque to his snow pants, so even when he fell on his behind, it didn't hurt at all.

As the home video finished, the next video was a recent one, from when Hiccup got his first prosthetic skate. Astrid helped him relearn how to skate, and Stoick got the idea stuck in his head to film the whole thing.

"Ah fuck!"

"Language, Hiccup."

"As if you give two fucks about a strong word," Hiccup retorted as he accepted Astrid's helping hand off the ice.

"And as if you have ever given a strong word because you landed on your ass on the ice."

"Yeah, I know, it's just... this stupid thing," Hiccup said quietly, shaking his left foot with the prosthesis attached. "It's different."

"It's just learning how to balance on the ice again."

"Someday I'll be fast as you again."

"In your dreams, Haddock, you could never beat me in the first place."

Astrid threw down her phone and rubbed her hand across her eyes, willing herself not to cry in the middle of a Tim Hortons. She was waiting in the Tim's around the corner from the hospital for visiting hours to start. She wasn't sure what made her watch the home videos, maybe a little bit of nostalgia mixed too much wistful thinking.

It had only been less than a day since she had last seen Hiccup, but she already missed him. Every single moment apart was filled with anxiety as she worried that Hiccup passed away without her beside him, but every day, she would return and Hiccup would be there for her.

But for how long?

Quickly wiping away the last of the tears, she picked up her things and headed towards the exit. Stopping by a garbage can, she drained the rest of her coffee and rolled up the rim of her cup.

Please play again / Réessayez S.V.P

Angrily, she threw the cup into the trashcan. Taking two steps, she had to stumble to a near by bench to collect herself.

Why was she so angry at loosing at Roll Up the Rim? Why did she miss Hiccup as if she was a love sick teenager? What was she going to do without Hiccup?

Taking deep breaths, she opened her eyes to look at the blue sky. Just one thing at a time. First priority: Hiccup.

There were good days and bad days. Sometimes Hiccup would be in so much pain that he would be high on painkillers and all he could do is lay in bed, resting. The good days were far apart and few in number, but those days, Astrid could nearly imagine it was before Hiccup's relapse. Nearly is the operative word. He was still skinny as a stick, his thin limbs poking out from under his hospital robe as he lay on the too small hospital bed. But still on the good days, Hiccup would smile at Astrid as if nothing was wrong and she would smile back, because she's happy at least in this moment.

This day, it was a good day. As Astrid came into the room, he was sitting up in the bed, slowly picking through a bland hospital meal.

"Astrid!" he said happily, reaching out to hug her.

"Hey, babe," Astrid said, leaning down for the hug and kissed his cheek. Hiccup didn't let go right away, just pressing his nose against her neck, breathing in deeply.

"You went for Tim's?"

"Sorry, is that bothering you?" Previously, Hiccup had reacted badly to some scents, Astrid's coconut shampoo made him feel severely nauseous, enough for Astrid to switch shampoo that very day. She wouldn't be surprised if the strong smell of coffee would upset his stomach. Astrid tried to pull away, but Hiccup just tightened his grip.

"No. It's fine," Hiccup said, burying his nose more deeply into her shoulder. "It's like before..."

"I'm sorry, babe," Astrid said, kissing his forehead as she helped him lay down again. Hiccup groaned and Astrid quickly pressed the morphine pump for him.

"Thank you, milady," Hiccup said as she mopped the sweat of his face.

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Let's watch something before the game starts," she suggested. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything," Hiccup said, his voice soft, but he was not watching the TV, instead just staring at Astrid as she picked up the remote.

After flicking through channels, she found an rerun of Murdoch Mysteries. She settled down on the bed next to Hiccup, slipping under Hiccup and leaning his head on her shoulder. They watched the episode in silence for a little while until Astrid commented, "I like him," about one of the characters, Constable Crabtree.

"Does he remind you of anyone you know?" Hiccup said, striking a pose the best he could as he was attached to IV lines and was weak as a kitten.

"Hmmm... brown hair... funny... charming Newfoundland accent..." Astrid mused. "Nah. Nobody I know of."

"Hey!" Hiccup shoved Astrid.

She laughed and kissed his hand. "Okay, who do you like?"

"She's hot." Hiccup nodded towards Dr Ogden.

"Oh wow, you definitely have a type," Astrid teased.

"Yes, I do."

"Blonde and tall."

"Nope. Smart, caring, fiercely independent and kick ass."

"Don't you forget the last one," Astrid said, giving him a small squeeze on his shoulder.

"Never, milady."

They settled down against each other until the episode ended and the game started.

"Couple of more weeks until we get to go to the game," Astrid said.

Hiccup smiled. "I can't wait."

But as the Stanley Cup playoffs continued, Hiccup's health continued to slowly decline. The finals started, Hiccup's lungs started to rattle. The Leafs had made it to the finals, playing against the Oilers, while Hiccup fought with alternating periods of alertness and dementia.

It was a new morning in June and this was the day that Death came and told them, "It's time."

Astrid and Hiccup spent the day quietly. Astrid held his hand tightly as if when she would let go, she would be letting go of Hiccup forever. Visiting hours were over hours ago, but the hospital staff let her stay until the end.

The last moment of clarity came and Astrid told Hiccup over and over again that she loved him, but the only thing that Hiccup could think to say was, "The blue line..."

Astrid brushed her hand against his forehead. "What do you mean?"

"On the hockey rink... behind the blue line you're safe..." Hiccup whispered. "Home turf..."

"Yeah."

Tears burned in his eyes and he closed his eyes. "I'm nearly back at the blue line... I'm so tired..."

"I know you are... I know you are," Astrid whispered. "You are my hero, heroes fight so hard. It's okay if you need to... stop fighting now. I understand.

Hiccup nodded shakily and reached out to take Astrid's hand again. "For you, milady, I would've fought everything. I would've protected you from everything."

"I know," Astrid said with a watery smile. "I don't need you to fight for me anymore. I can look after myself."

Closing his eyes, Hiccup whispered, "But I wanted to be there for you."

"And I wanted for you to be there beside me for a long time," Astrid answered, kissing his hand gently. "I wanted to take care of you through happy days, sad days, ugly days and beautiful days, but your mom and dad will take care of you now. You don't need to fight anymore."

Hiccup felt Astrid press a kiss against his lips once more as she said, "I love you so much, Hiccup."

He so badly wanted to open his eyes once more to see Astrid's beautiful face, to look into her eyes and tell her once more with all of his heart, soul, and dying body, that he loved her.

Astrid seemed to know what Hiccup was trying to do as she hugged him closer and whispered, "You'll be able to tell me that you love me many, many, many times when we are together again. It's okay, Hiccup, I'm going to miss you so, so, so much until I see you again, but it's okay. I understand why you have to leave. I love you, Hiccup Haddock, see you on the other side."

The blue line beeped and then steadied before disappearing into a thin line.

-xx—xx-

Fate is too cruel. Leafs would lose to the Oilers in Game 7. The tickets to the game remained unused. Hiccup would pass away after fighting so hard for months and years.

Fate had decided from the very beginning that this is how his story ends.

Just some things were never meant to be.

[emily--valence-blog]

★♫ –– veronica

★  five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.

001. It had been a long time since Emily remembered feeling this affected by someone. Walking with this virtual stranger in her museum of treasures, she couldn’t help herself when her blue eyes lingered over the woman’s face as she talked passionately about a subject. It seemed that Veronica was an intense being - different from Emily’s own quiet intensity - and that she was incredibly passionate in general. It was apparent in the way that she talked with such gusto regarding history or when she locked eyes with Emily and held that stare, those smoldering chocolate eyes making the blonde weak. She was breathtaking and Emily could only stare.

002. There are times in ones’ life when something becomes immediately apparent. It was apparent to Emily from day one that Veronica would be important - detrimental - in some way to her. Sitting across from her, board game pieces strewn over the table and a heavy cloud of sexual tension present, Emily found herself smiling at the thought of spending a long time with the historian. What was a ‘long time’ in days, weeks, months, years? Emily didn’t know but she wanted to find out and was often struck with this urge to speak out loud about her feelings - about how deeply she felt for Veronica and how much that scared her because of the short time period that they knew one another. So, instead of voicing her desire and her already too-intense feelings, she sat quietly in the booth and listened with a grin as the woman talked.

003. Lying naked underneath the sheets, blankets leaving her upper torso uncovered, Emily lay facing Veronica, the woman’s soft breathing deep with sleep. She’d been awake for the past thirty minutes or so, staring. There was a part of her that needed to process what had happened - the date, the sex, the realization that this was quickly becoming something that she couldn’t control. It left a slight weight in her stomach - worry and anxiety at the thought of fucking this up. She tended to do that - just ask Caroline or her ex-husband or Sarah. Only you couldn’t ask Sarah because Sarah was dead. Her mind reminded her uselessly and that weight increased with the presence of shame. It was such a strange thing to have a lover die - you felt guilty for happiness with someone else afterwards. Emily didn’t know how to stop that but she hoped that with time it would go away. No amount of telling herself that ‘Sarah wouldn’t want this for you’ would decrease the shame and the remorse when she flirted or kissed or slept with other women. Even if the woman in her bed now meant far more than a one night stand - in fact, that might have made it worse.

Because Veronica meant something to her - the kind of something that changed you as a person forever. Reminded of fate, of her disbelief in coincidences, it solidified into a temporary relief. Relief because maybe this was where she had been headed forever - right here with Veronica in her bed, naked and warm and safe. Arm extending before she could catch herself, her fingers made gentle contact with the woman’s bare back, brushing her dark hair away and trailing the tips of her fingers across her soft skin. So beautiful. Motions halting as the woman shifted in bed, Emily watched silently as she turned and got comfortable, face now facing Emily with her eyes still closed and sleeping. Breathtaking and vulnerable, Emily felt the tell-tale signs of something recognizable settle in her chest. Eyes squeezing shut in retaliation she forbade herself to think of the word ‘love.’

004. Fuck my life. Reminded of a dozen different songs at the moment, Emily quickly hid behind a huge sculpture of an ancient Egyptian deity, peeking out behind his elbow to stare at Veronica. She was there, talking to some patrons about an exhibit and Emily was here, hiding and staring because she was a coward. Or rather, because she needed to prepare herself before she went over and talked to the woman. Her usual ease of flirtation and silliness had been replaced by the unfortunate version of herself that actually cared about another human being. She could be easy and fun when feelings weren’t involved but as soon as they reared their ugly little heads she turned into this nervous, unsure version of herself that she absolutely hated. Sure, she could still be fun and silly but it was different.

And now, standing here like a fool, Emily watched Veronica and felt those familiar nerves and off-kilter feelings return. Because Veronica was important and beautiful - wanted - and Emily didn’t want to fuck it up. She was so afraid of fucking it up. And that fear threatened to screw things up even more than her own disregard to movement and progress. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t tell Veronica how much the woman was affecting her - not yet and maybe not ever.

005. The Mummy is playing quietly in Emily’s living room but there’s no other noise besides that. Emily had reached for Veronica’s hand earlier and it now sat in her lap, the blonde drawing shapes and writing secret letters on the woman’s palm. It’s quiet and those familiar feelings are building up inside of her, making her breath catch and her chest seize. Reminding herself to breathe, Emily brings that hand up to her mouth to press several soft kisses to Veronica’s palm before she dares to glance over and meet the woman’s eyes. “You have the most beautiful soul out of everyone I’ve ever met and I’m going to fall in love with you one day.” It’s quiet but a confident declaration that leaves them both shaken. “I am falling in love with you. Everyday.”

♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

001. This felt oddly like a date. It’s the first time that they’ve ever met - in front of a fertility statue, no less - but it feels as if she’s known the woman forever. There is an uncanny familiarity that they share and its confusing. Still, she’s enjoying herself - sans the elevator ride - and if Veronica asked her back tomorrow then she’d come. But it’s not a date even if it feels like one.

002. The next time they see each other, Emily is in the hospital. She cut her hand while she was cooking and needed several stitches - she’d had to call someone to come and pick her up because drugs make her woozy and confused. Cranky and sore, she buries her nose in the woman’s neck as they walk clumsily through her front door. Whining as her thumb pulses with pain, she just wants a bath - but she’s too tired for a bath - and to lay down - but she’s also too restless to lay down. Veronica said that she’d try and make something for them to eat when they got back to her place and Emily hopes that she’ll be able to hold it down - sometimes pain medication makes her nauseous.

Sitting at the kitchen counter while the woman whips up something quick, Emily admires her from behind. The historian has a strong back, beautiful soft hair, and a nice ass so she can’t really help it when her eyes wander and her mind tunes out the conversation they were having. Normally, she’s much more attentive but she’s sleepy and cranky and the day was ruined earilier but things are better now. Especially when Veronica turns around with knowing eyes and a soft smile, forgiving and easy, before she’s stepping forward and lying the food down in front of Emily. But the blonde only has eyes for the younger woman and her eyes drift shut as a pair of lips press into her forehead before Veronica leans back and Emily leans forward to rest her forehead onto the woman’s collarbone. It’s not a date - it can’t be because she’s hurt and Veronica is caring for - but Emily feels safe and taken care of which is an oddity. She’s almost thankful that she cut herself.

003. Ice skating is something that Emily’s only done a handful of times in her life. Each time was with marginal success but its nice to do something that she’s not naturally good at sometimes and there’s always room for improvement. So, she packs up all the kids from the organization and pays their way so that they can skate and have fun for the day. She’s not expecting to see Veronica there but its a pleasant surprise - one of the best she’s had all week. They hold hands and accidentally pull one another down when the other falls  and its one of the happier days she’s had in a little bit. It’s an impromptu date-hangout-friend-meetup but its not a date date - they’ve been on a few but this isn’t one of them. Still, it counts in her head.

004. Emily’s never been in a relationship so she doesn’t know exactly what dates entail. She does one night stands, flirtation ships, and flings but never relationships. So, she’s new to this and she doesn’t know what constitutes as a date. If you hang out with your girlfriend at their home does that count? If you happen to run into one another - because you hang out at a lot of the same places - and the night ends with the two of you going home together was that an impromptu date? It’s confusing so she’s never really sure unless its expressed as “do you want to go on a date with me to so-and-so?” or something along those lines. She’s been putting these hangouts - her and Veronica over at each others house to watch movies and eat together - as maybe-dates but she’s still not certain.

005. After the fifth instance of ‘is this a date or not,’ Emily gets a bit ticked because she’s been keeping count of how many dates they’ve had and just starts asking flat out if it is or it isn’t. So now, when they go over to each others house and they eat together or watch whatever movie the other wants to see, Emily knows for sure - it is a date.

[49scribes-a]

Starters From Shit Said In Gaming Streams:

Some NSFW and potentially triggering content

“Yeah sometimes those big zombies just don't take the hint and then half their bodies come after me.”

“Stop throwing up zombies. Its unsanitary.”

“Thigh highs fit for any _____.”

“BARREL ROLL.”

“Stop keeping quotes about the shit I say when I'm _________.”

“OH, RAPID FIRE. RAPID FIRE. LOOK AT THAT.”

“...whatever the fuck that shit is.”

*sarcastically* “Oh nooo... an ambush. Like, whatever will I do.”

“Y'know I would've fallen from whatever height that was and I would've gotten up.”

“OYNO. Where is it? KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT.”

“Ew it popped.”

“____lord disapproves.”

“Rocking that [name]licious scarf.”

“SHIT ITS BOY/GIRLFRIEND IS COMING.”

“Oh, shit, that's a lot.”

“Of course half of them had to live.”

“Oh did you die finally? Thanks for the money! Even if you only had ___.”

“You made people suffer enough when you were alive. Can't you, y'know, give it a rest?”

“I'm little red riding hood~”

" 'Just got [name]'d'. WOW. You really gonna go there?”

“Already went there.”

“Okay I'm bored. I'm gonna leave it. I'm gonna leave it alone.”

“Op she's vomitting zombies.”

“Deeeeaaaaaath.”

“[name]licious used Swift! Its super effective!”

“Please stop.”

“Whoa that star kinda freaked out.”

“Pop goes the zombubble.”

“Y'know whenever people say [ran him through with a sword] I think of someone like literally running and PLUNGING their sword through someone.”

“If ur sword-running game ain't as strong as Season 2 Suzaku's y'ain't doin it right.”

“We don't talk about that ending. That still hurts me.”

“OF COURSE WE DO. You know what we REALLY don't talk about?"

“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT _____.”

“The goat people!!! And the trees...”

“We've got demonic goat people, I think some frogs... yep, definitely a frog.”

“This house is on fire but it wasn't me.”

“Ooooo legendary shoulders.”

“Oh great, they explode.”

“Biiiirb. Birb birb birb birb. Caw caw motherclucker. BIIIIIRB.”

“I'm going to name this bird ______, and it will be the best ______.”

“Did you just name that ____ after [name]?”

“[name]licious and [name]. Nice(tm).”

“You could've lived if you just stayed still like a good tree.”

“Swift Game Intensifies.”

“Cat Fight!”

“Long time no dick shot.”

"[NAME] YOU ARE BANNED.”

“Holy shit that was a trip.”

“The sweet sound of projectile evisceration.”

“Anybody alive on this side? Okay good I don't need that kind of drama in my life.”

“I COULDN'T STOP PUNCHING HIM.”

“Story of my life.”

“I love how you got literally blown away.”

“Fuck your _____-- SHIT, FUCK--”

“We forgot to start a swear count.”

“Explode, explode, explode-- yyeeaaaaa.”

“I HATE LIFE WHAT IS THAT HOW DID I MISS”

“RIPPERONI SWISS CHEESE”

“Don't you give me your patronizing pats I don't need them.”

“See if I ever give you sympathy pats again.”

“I'm still keeping quotes just fyi.”

“Fucking gasp.”

“BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP.”

“STOP TAKING QUOTES, [NAME] oh my god--”

“I need to take that guy over there with that freaking shotgun Hell nya.”

“YOINK.”

“Eeeeew he ragdolled...”

“Uuuh what did you guys see-- actually nope no I take it back I don't wanna know I don't wanna know what you guys saw.”

“2 much swear 4 utube.”

“I... read that as [do you know how many brain dead dick heads I've hung in my life] and I was like... since when did you kill people?”

“If I killed people you would know because I wouldn't be able to keep my disgusting disection pictures to my fucking self.”

"[CHECK OUT THIS ORGAN LOOK HOW WEIRD IT IS].”

“I was going to laugh if you pole-vaulted to your doom.”

“Well, no, you can swing across. Me? I'm gonna get fUCKED.”

“HIS LEG WORK.”

“I'M IN ATUAL TEARS.”

“I'm like... expecting something to blow up at this poi-- aaand there it is.”

“I don't know what you're reaching for cuz God ain't gonna help you.”

“Wouldn't it be funny if he hit the window and he just... didn't go through it. Just hit the window with a loud THUNK like a bird hitting glass.”

“That rocket launcher is gonna become my best friend.”

“YOU STILL FUCKING SURVIVED THAT SHIT? YOU TOOK IT TO THE /FACE/.”

“Fuck off, I don't want what you're selling-- I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING.”

“Fuck your turret gun.”

“Fuck it.”

“YEAA-- NOOOOO.”

“How did that not just shove his nose into his skull?”

“I wouldn't have gotten back up, I would've been down. I would've probably been knocked out or... winded... and crying.”

“Yea fuck you _______ I don't like you either.”

“Her name is _____ lady and _____ lady it shall stay.”

“I can't wait to-- Oh look another fucking _______.”

“MAN, HE TWIRLLLED.”

“When I die, I want to ragdoll.”

“Why ragdoll like an Uncharted NPC when you can ragdoll like a Skyrim character leaping off the top of the Throat of the World on the back of a horse.”

“The music is so nice when you don't pay attention to the destruction around you.”

“I want to glitch through the ground, stretching for miles across the land while twitching enough to unnerve the most bad ass fucker before flipping off into space like a goddamn hyper speed rubber band.”

“You want the weirdest things...”

“But they are simple things.”

“How is her makeup still straight. Eye liner still on point.”

“HEY LOOK ITS YOU-- I'm just kidding.”

“You hurt my feelings, that IS totally me.”

“Worship me and my big blue ball.”

“Oh that werewolf fucker. Fucking closet furry.”

“Manicure my _____ nails.”

“I know, I have to fix your ass because all your shit is where its not supposed to be.”

“WELL ITS NOT FUN IF I MAKE IT EASY.”

“DO U THINK I WANT PEOPLE IN HERE TOUCHING ALL MY SECRET SHIT.”

“I GOT PORN MAGS IN HERE.”

“You know I just kinda realized how weird of a pose that is.”

“Tbh -- its taking a huge shit.”

“For some reason I forgot the water drains and thought the statue's loin cloth lifts to reveal a doorway between its legs.”

“God damn it, tired of your bullshit. Have to keep fixing your stuff. Keep fixing your ______...”

“This isn't a dagger. Its a _____. But I'd still stab someone with it.”

*Opens my chastity belt.*

“You know its actually kinda romantic down here---no its not.”

“I transcended the ban like a boss.”

“YOU'RE STILL BANNED, [NAME].”

“GET VORED BY THE STATUE.”

“WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS.”

“I really hope I get that job so I can buy that shirt that says [_______] I've been wanting.”

“No, the part with the ice caves, before you meet Furry McFuckgoat.”

“While that is a very metal fucking way to die -- it also seems extremely uncomfortable.”

“I was surprised there wasn't anything supernatural... or weird. I mean besides the exploding mummies.”

“WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THOSE GOLEM POSERS.”

“What a dick! Making me throw that grenade without meaning to!”

“You know I just shot him... a clip full... in the dick. I didn't mean to but... it happened.” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Have a grenade.”

“Yeah you're not allowed up here. You have a ______. We don't serve your kind here.”

“New user -- who dis”

“I might regret this decision later.”

“[Name], please, stop playing peek-a-boo.”

“That dead guy just... waves goodbye as he ragdolls.”

“I HAVE REGRETS.”

“You know what, just as well. I have regrets. I didn't mean to throw that grenade.”

“PANICKING. PANICKING.”

“THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FANCY WITH YOUR ROLLING?”

“Okay that guy was defying gravity for a while there, that was kinda weird.”

“YOU'RE NOT FANCY-- Oh my god he twirled.”

“I FOUND WHAT I WANT.” *runs*

“REGRETS. Aaaah, regrets. A lot of regrets.”

“That death twitch... as seen on Twitch TV.”

“Little man, compensating much.”

“Right in the Shnoz.”

“ZIG ZAG, ZIG ZAG.”

“I DON'T THINK ZIG ZAG WORKS WITH MILITARY RPGS.”

“Make-up still on point. Hair still flawless.”

“LAMINATE YOUR FUCKING MAP. ITS RAINING. IS THAT MAP EVEN RELIABLE AT THIS POINT.”

“Where would you laminate a map in ______? What do you think there's a Kinkos around the corner?

“GOD IDK, BUT PUT IT IN SOMETHING MORE WATERPROOF THAN YOUR ASS POCKET.”

“Oh man that is the best twirl I have ever seen.”

“Fab. He practiced.”

“I just had to process Impressed because I heard it as Imp Breasts.”

“Drama queen. Fucking clutching his chest to die. Just ragdoll like everyone else.”

“Hey, what has more brains than the gunmen right now? The wall behind them.”

"[that didn't attract too much attention] YOU RAN A TRAIN THROUGH A BUILDING.”

“I am just a soggy man.”

“I have water logged fingers.”

“Yeah. YEAH. I forgot about these actually. Ah... ha ha... I forgot about these...” *cries*

“Her tits are always bigger from the side. The fuck is with that. They never the same size either. Watch. Watch them titties grow.”

“All Aboard the Pain Train.”

“Push your ass off the train-- BYE.”

“REALLY. YOU-- who has the strength of a shit ton of fucking monkeys... can't kick that through?”

“My heart just did A Thing at being called [they].”

“I never actually see the scenery on this train because I'm always dying.”

“BANE OF MY EXISTENCE RIGHT HERE. Guess my streak of Not Dying is gonna end right here.”

“AAH I ALMOST DIED-- I almost died there too.”

“SPLAT.”

“Railroaded.”

“Oh, I'm gonna have to fight a big guy. I really-- please don't make me fight a big guy.”

“Damn he thicc.”

“Here, its a present~” *throws a grenade*

“I think they want a receipt for their present so they can return it.”

“Bye-- I think that was a dick shot.”

“I love the sound of glass breaking.”

“I missed...” *tsk* “That's a problem.”

“Hey. For stress relief, fling yourself. Right there. To the left.”

“LAAAAAAAAUNCH.”

“Just fucking launch into oblivion for stress relief.”

“I just ate someone else’s half eaten burger like the trash goblin I am.”

“I am both mildly disgusted with myself and yet satisfied because it was a good burger.”

“Oblivion is to the left. Just launch into it. Embrace it. Fly like the majestic fucking eagle you are.”

*singing* “Life... hates me. I hate life.”

“Did he just die crab walking.”

“Died doing what he loved. Being a crab. Snip snap.”

“Am I the only one here who sees perfect opportunities to fling myself off a cliff and actually does it?”

*whimpers* “WELLIguessitwasallfornothingbecausenowIhavetodiebecausethisasshole--”

“That's the sound of when you get your ass shredded.”

“Good lord--”

“Shredded Wheat [name]s.”

“I hope if I ever die by gun, its to one of those. I wanna look and feel like swiss cheese.”

“You gonna one-punch fuck me like jason borne?”

“ONE PAAAUUUUUUUUNCH.”

“FUCK I got stuck in the wall...”

“HOW THICK THAT DUDES ARMS ARE.”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME I was trying to get away from you.”

“That cat is looking at me like [Why are you yelling so much?]”

“Man you eat more bullets than dogs in Resident Evil.”

“Fuck my life, Terminator.”

“That's not his liver...”

“That's totally his liver.”

“Well that's what you get for not paying for your train ticket.”

“Train stops here.”

“Guess they got... sidetracked.”

“You could say he's got a one-track mind.”

“You could say its been derailed.”

“I don't think this is the best train of thought for this situation.”

"I think I can, I think I can...”

“YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT.”

“I hope I took them out wiTH MY DEATH.”

“Fucking gave him a sliding icy nut shot.”

“Packed some powder onto those donut holes.”

“I didn't say I was coming naked to this place.”

“Just barrel roll over a fucking corpse it coo'l.”

“Where do these fuckers get grenades at like... they need to shove their grenades up their ass.”

“I don't know what the fuck you think you saw but it wasn't me.”

*Hands you voreos*

“Get out of here with your voreos.”

[a-fools-jester]

The Words We Say

Greg and Sherlock were arguing, the rain drizzling around them as they shouted, the tension of the case making them both tired and irritable. The blasted word spilled from Greg’s lips before he could think of the effect it could have on Sherlock. Sherlock, who immediately stiffened up, not moving, not blinking, not breathing for a prolonged second as the word hung heavily in the air between them.

Freak.

The first time that Sherlock was called that loathsome word, he was just in second grade. He was in the playground, but he never did actually play with the other children. Instead he’d sit in the corner of the playground, underneath the trees that covered him in its shadows like a blanket of protection. He would read books that were meant for the older children that his teacher, a kind woman named Mrs Petelli, gave to him. He would solve puzzles, or he’d sort the wood chips by size and height if he was truly bored.

He existed peacefully alone, a shadow scarcely noticed and heard, until another kid named Sebastian decided that the scrawny loner was an easy victim. “Hey, freak!” he’d shouted, and Sherlock’s entire grade listened and for some godforsaken reason the name stuck. The first time Sherlock had been called the name, it stung. The question of what he’d done to deserve the name brought tears to his 7 year old eyes, before he turned on his heel and ran as fast as his legs would take him.

He did the same thing now at 24 years of age, his coat billowing out behind him as he ran, unable to stay at the crime scene any longer. The pounding in his ears sounded like the crashing of waves against an empty beach. Ice crept up and down his spine, freezing his fingertips over. It wasn’t the weather though, he was certain that today was a mild day in spite of the rain.

Sociopath was a word that Sherlock overheard from a conversation between his mum and dad when he was 13. Loud voices as sharp as shattered glass that filtered through Sherlock’s door and assaulted his ears as he tried to finish his writing assignment. Mummy and dad were arguing about something, and it took Sherlock a few beats before he realized it was about him and Mycroft. “They’re sociopaths!” Father had shouted, “I cannot have this go on any longer! William’s an outcast, he hardly socializes, and our neighbors think were some type of oddball family now because of those two!”

Mummy yelled back of course, voice tight with tears that Sherlock knew were falling even if she was hidden behind a closed door. The argument continued on, until it ended in whispers that were no longer coherent to Sherlock’s racing mind. Mycroft found his way into Sherlock’s room, silent as he looked into Sherlock’s eyes, and no words needed to be said. There was a silent understanding as he simply placed his hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and handed his younger brother his mask of aloofness.

“It’s easier not to care, Sherlock,” he said suddenly a few nights after that, and Sherlock looked up already knowing what this was about. “Caring isn’t an advantage, I’ve learned. Ordinary minds often try to suppress the extraordinary, so they call us names to bring us down.”

“What do we do then? They think we’re…” he trailed off then, unable to say the word out loud, afraid that saying it would make this entire nightmare more real. 

“What have people done throughout the ages when they’re called unsavory names?” Mycroft asked, a small smile pulling on his lips in spite of the look in his eyes that reflected the sharp edge of an icicle. “We take it and we own it.” And they did. They began acting distant and colder, because it becomes harder to target a heart once you’re no longer sure it exists. Sherlock forced himself to stop caring, shoving all emotions into a closed off wing of his mind and refusing to show any vulnerability.

Silk turned into leather.

 The car came out of nowhere, it seemed. It wasn’t going very fast, Sherlock decided as he fell against the concrete, otherwise he’d be dead. Between 20-30 mph then, because at 40 mph there was a 90% chance of death, whereas for 20-30 there was only a 10-50% chance of death. He was fairly certain he was neither dead nor bleeding internally, although the fact that he hit his head on his way down may have been a mercy handed out by the powers that be to stupidify him into believing he was safe. His body felt… distant, as if he was a disembodied consciousness floating in the midst of a world that was spinning rapidly, colors and muffled sounds swimming past his mind as he fought to grab onto something that could steady him, anchor him to reality.

He could feel the pain burning beneath the surface of his skin, bubbling like a pot of water left on the stove. Someone was touching him, he belatedly realized, a wet hand pressing against his face. Maybe his face was what was wet and not the hand. Maybe it was raining. Or maybe nothing was wet and it was all in his messed up mind.

He couldn’t be sure anymore, and he fought to focus, trying hard but he was just so tired and his eyes were slipping shut, too heavy for him to keep open. Sherlock was vaguely aware of a pressure building in his head, and it felt like someone was wrapping a rubber band around his brain, tighter and tighter.

He couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t think.

 “Focus on me,” Mycroft had whispered, voice soft as Sherlock- 16 years old- shuddered, too cold and covered in sweat as he lay on the mattress that did nothing for his bones. “Don’t go to sleep.” The light off of the candle lent a soft glow to Mycroft’s eyes as he stared down at Sherlock worriedly, wiping the sweat off of Sherlock’s face with a flannel with an uncharacteristic gentleness. The silence stretched on forever as Sherlock fought to stay awake in spite of the exhaustion the fever was causing him.

 “You worry so much it makes me worry. Am I dying, Mycroft?” he asked with a teasing smile that Mycroft didn’t return which slowly fell from his face. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the pain in his back. “Am I dying?”

The look he received was filled with what could only be labeled as a mix of frustrated helplessness, panic and shame. “I don’t know, brother mine. You better not.” Mycroft moved slightly, face turning away and Sherlock watched as the shadows danced on his face. It did nothing to hide the tears which shined clear as day in his periwinkle eyes. “Not yet. Not before me, at least.”

Someone cried, “shit, are you okay? Don’t you die on me, you bastard…” and Sherlock wanted to reply, perhaps snap at the person to shut up, yet his entire mouth tingled and he wasn’t sure if anything even tumbled out his traitorous lips. All he knew was that everything was too cold and too hot all at once, his vision turning gray at the edges. 

“Come on, Sherlock, wake up!” A hand slapped against his face, panicked and desperate. “He’s not waking up!”

Death was not a concept that Sherlock was knowledgeable about, he’d known about death and its permanence since he was 5 years old. He learned it through Mycroft, of course, since he learned most things through Mycroft. Redbeard had died, and he stared up at Mycroft with wide eyes. “He’s not waking up,” he had said in confusion, speaking slowly as he tried to piece together the events to form an explanation. “Why isn’t he waking up?”

“Call 999! We need an ambulance, he’s fucking dying!” a man’s voice shouted, distraught. Sherlock heard the marching of feet, and then succumbed to the darkness which swallowed him whole.

“Everything dies, Sherlock. All lives end.”

 Sherlock became lucid in fragments, becoming aware slowly as his mind tried to stitch together the little slivers of data he received from each individual sense into a whole picture. The heart monitor beating to his right, noise loud and sharp in the otherwise silent room. The smell of cleaners so strong that it felt as though the inside of his nose was being burned, a lemon-like aroma that filled Sherlock’s lungs with every inhale. The scratchy blanket that bundled around his legs, coupled with the feeling of a cool metal bed rail against his left arm, helped him come to the conclusion that he was in a hospital without him needing to open his eyes.

He opened his eyes slowly, the lights thankfully having been dimmed to be more agreeable with his headache. “You’re awake,” a rumbling voice like rain against a window said from the corner, and after a moment more of staring up at the ceiling, Sherlock turned to look at Greg. “I thought you were going to die…”

Sherlock stared at him for a few seconds, eyes dull as he took in the sight of the disheveled man with wrinkled clothes, before looking at the wall instead. “I didn’t want to die yet,” he replied simply, unsure about how to speak to the man he’d considered a friend and father figure for a long time, his chest aching as he remembered the words they’d exchanged. The vitriol that Greg had yelled, the anger in his eyes- or was it disgust?- that had suddenly made Sherlock feel as if he needed to be anywhere- anywhere- but there.

Greg shifted in the plastic chair, nodding as he offered a tight smile. “I’m glad.” The smile was so bitter and brittle it seemed as though the slightest breeze could blow on it and leave it a pile of dust and regret.

“I’m sorry,” Greg finally said, breaking the silence awkwardly, like a child clumsily shoving a block between two others and bringing the entire tower down. “I didn’t mean to… call you any of those things. I didn’t mean it.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and the dim lighting of the room did nothing to hide his glistening eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sherlock.” His voice wavered, on the edge of cracking, and Sherlock couldn’t help the tears that rushed to his own eyes.

Mirroring, he told himself. It was just a human instinct deeply wired into the subconscious to react to someone’s tears and pain with empathy. It meant nothing. Fighting to regulate his breathing, he nodded slowly, afraid that the wrong action would break open the dam and leave him to drown in an ocean of unshed tears that had collected through the years.

“When I saw you get hit by that car… I thought you were dead. Blood was all over your face, you weren’t responding to anything, and I just- I thought I lost you. I don’t want to lose you, Sherlock, and I hope you can forgive me for what happened.”

There’s a bridge being stretched out between them, and Sherlock knows that he could either ask the question that weighed heavily on his mind or he would miss the moment and wonder forever.“Do you really believe that?” he asked, voice hoarse. “That I’m a… freak?” He faltered at the word freak, feeling like he needed to drink an entire bottle of the horrible lemon-scented cleaner the hospital used to get rid of the dirty feeling that overwhelmed him at the use of the word.

Greg’s eyes bore into his, dark pools of sadness swirling behind them as he shook his head. “I don’t. I never did, I never would believe that you’re anything less than… extraordinary.” He moves closer in his chair, hand on reaching out and tentatively placing it on top of Sherlock’s which were idly tracing patterns against the blanket. “I don’t know why that I used that word, or why I snapped at you but I wasn’t angry with you, I was just- angry and I snapped. I’m sorry, I don’t have any excuses for my behavior but-”

“You apologize too much,” Sherlock cut in with a small smile playing on his lips, but the tears shining in his eyes contradicted them. “Apologies are tedious. A simple sorry would have sufficed”

Greg laughed in surprise at the statement, then his eyes flickered to Sherlock’s left leg that was in a cast, and his eyes softened, no it wouldn’t have.

Sherlock cleared his throat, staring at the tan and calloused hand on top of his for a few long seconds. “My father never apologized.” He shook his head quickly after speaking as if he was shaking an idea out, something akin to flustered panic written in his eyes. “Not that- not that he had any reason to! He never hit me, or anything. He was a good man, he just said some things sometimes.”

 “He’s a good man,” Mum had said to Sherlock, who laid with his face buried into a pillow, his back against the headboard and his knees pressed tight against his chest. “He just has a bit of a temper these days, and he says the wrong things with good intentions at heart. You have to learn to ignore the things he says, love. In one ear and out the other.” She pressed a kiss to Sherlock’s mop of curls before she left Sherlock alone in the room that was far too big and far too cold for Sherlock. This isn’t home anymore, Mum, he had thought as the tears fell quickly, creating a pattern fit for a Rorscach test. “What do you see here?” a man in a white coat could ask, and Sherlock knew what his answer would be.

“I see a fallen angel without a home.”

“Sometimes good people do bad things,” Greg murmured, eyes scanning over Sherlock. “Sometimes the words we say carry more weight than we could believe. They get embedded into a person’s mind and after that, it can be a pain to get out. Even after years and years, the words we say could still be echoing in a person’s mind.” 

Sherlock nodded, a tear falling from his eye as he bit down on his lip. “I’m not a sociopath,” he said, wondering if it was Greg he was saying it to, or the memory of his father that he could still hear yelling the word. “I’m- I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am, Greg.”

He used the name deliberately, and he knew the older man knew that as well. The hand on top of his tightened for a second, before leaving it completely. “That’s alright,” Greg responded, standing and pulling Sherlock against his chest, mindful of the wires. “You’re plenty strong enough for me. And if you need me, I’ll help you carry all that weight you lug around inside you.” Sherlock buried his face into Greg’s soft cotton Henley, the dam broken as his skinny shoulders quaked.

“I don’t want to be alone,” Sherlock whispered between his tears as if  it was a truth he was too afraid to say out loud, a thought which haunted him during long sleepless nights.

“You’re not alone anymore. I’m here.”

So! That took forever to write and the timing of it was pretty much all over the place. I hope it made sense. @princesspeach212 suggested it again, so she’s to thank for this little fic. 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11159409 if you’d like to comment/ leave a kudos. @love-in-mind-palace @savedbyholmes @kateis-cakeis @shag-me-senseless-watson @inevitably-johnlocked

[hollowshadowwolf]

Misffle Superhero AU; Superhero Pyrokinetic Clara and Supervillain Cryokinetic Missy (Aesthetic Set and Drabble)

In public, they hate each other. Constantly fighting for the upper hand, and wilfully drawing blood as they struggle for dominance; though the hero usually comes out on top.

In private, they love each other. Constantly fighting for the upper hand, and wilfully drawing blood as they struggle for dominance; though the villain usually comes out on top.

Hero and Villain. Enemies by day. Lovers by night. Clara will happily win the battles on the outside if it means losing the war against Missy inside.

-----

“Your OTP having fire and ice powers based on their personalities. Whenever Person B (fire) gets pissed off and riled up, Person A (ice) gives them a tight hug that douses the flame and calms down Person B in a hiss of steam.”

-

“Ugh, I cannot believe him!”

Missy watched from her perch on Clara’s sofa - the same perch she’d been in since sneaking into the hero’s flat after their battle that morning and waiting for her to come home, which she had with a slam of the door and a throwing of her leather jacket onto the nearest chair – as her puppy paced back and forth, arms folded tightly across her chest, rage radiating off her body and her adorable face set in an angry mask. Missy sighed slightly as she leant her cheek on her fingers, icy eyes follow the hero’s back and forth lazily but closely.

“What’s the old owl gone and done now?”

Clara clenched her jaw, eyes gleaming for a moment, before biting her lip, worrying the split in it from that morning subconsciously, as she inhaled and then exhaled in a shuddering breath, trying to get her rising anger under control.

“He found out about us. I don’t know how. I mean we were careful, weren’t we? We didn’t do anything overt in public, and even anything suspicious was always out of surveillance view.” Clara ran a trembling hand through her hair as she rambled, her other arm hugging her chest, her agitation mounting again as she continued to pace. “But he did.” Missy smirked.

“Well the old Doctor is a smart man, we should know that by now. In fact I’m surprised it took him this long. Then again he is generally clueless over personal relationships and obvious signs of flirting so perhaps not. He and his eyebrows have always been more interested in science and machines.” Missy idly moved her gaze back to the book in her lap – Jane Austen again, why did her puppy always have this out and why didn’t Missy ever find one of the other many book’s the hero had instead of always gravitating to this stupid collection – though her focus was still on Clara as she spoke her next question as nonchalantly as possible. “So what did he say?” Clara scoffed, her other arm unfolding for her chest so she could gesture wildly.

“He had, the audacity, to tell me to stop seeing you.” Missy raised a brow, her gaze remaining falsely on the open book, while Clara barked an obviously fake laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm as she continued. “Oh no I’m sorry, he didn’t tell me to leave you. He, advised me to.” Her shaking hands clenched and unclenched into fists at her side. “How hypocritical is that!? I mean what about him and his relationship with River?”

Rage wasn’t the only thing radiating off Clara. From the corner of her eye as she continued to pretend to read the words on the page in her lap, she could see the waves of heat coming off Clara’s body as her anger rose – much like when looking off into the distance across the desert sand or down a long road on a hot day. Missy shifted slightly and exhaled softly. Adjusting her legs that were situated under her, she loosened herself from her curled position on the couch should she have to suddenly stand and intervene. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, but she needed to try and diffuse her puppy’s anger to prevent an embarrassing incident.

“Well it’s not exactly the same,” Missy pointed out with a half shrug, turning the page as Clara gritted her teeth while still pacing, “He’s not a hero and she’s not exactly a villain. More of an anti-hero if we’re honest. Vigilante.” Clara stopped finally stopped and faced the villain.

“I know but still!” Clara flung one arm out in indignant gesticulation, sparks flying out of her open palm. “He can’t tell me what to do. I’m not his student anymore! I can make my own life choices damnitt.” Missy chuckled and looked up at the hero.

“Even if it’s a pretty bad one.” Clara glowered at the other brunette.

“We’ve been over this Missy,” the hero growled low and threateningly, Missy unable to keep the amused and aroused smirk off her face at the sound. Her puppy was always so adorable when she tried to take charge, even on the battlefield. “Just because we have to fight on the outside doesn’t change how I feel about you. No matter how hard I try. Yes, I’m a hero and you’re a villain, something everyone reminds of at every turn. And frankly I don’t give a fuck.”

Missy stared wide eyed at the hero standing across from her. While Missy was often adept at hiding her emotions and keeping her classic, and horribly clichéd but oh so enjoyable to portray, ‘ice queen’ façade; Clara wore her emotions on her sleeve and on her face, the pure rawness of it all, much like a building after a blaze, always left Missy a little breathless. She’d laugh at the irony of their power sets matching their personalities if it hadn’t already been painfully pointed out in every news article and magazine editorial to cover their long standing public feud.

However, here and now Clara’s emotions were getting out of control. Missy could see thin tendrils of smoke rising off of the hero’s shoulders. Occasional embers were falling from her violently shaking hands, the villain positive she could hear the tell-tale crackle when the hero’s fingers moved. The thin cut that lay atop the bruise along her cheek bone, another injury Missy had given her that morning – unintentionally of course, their clashes were legendary in there destructiveness to both the environment and each other, Clara bearing the brunt most of the time however, though with very few civilian casualties at her puppy’s insistence – seemed to flicker, like looking into the cracks in molten lava. Most importantly of all, the eyes that always captivated Missy’s attention were practically glowing as if reflecting fire light but from the inside out. Missy knew the grey jumper Clara was wearing was her puppy’s favourite and if she let this outburst carry on and the hero spontaneously combusted… well those big eyes would be awful sad when all that would be left of it would be ash and charred strips of material. And Missy couldn’t have that.

With an exaggerated sigh and eye roll, Missy closed the book and dropped it onto the side table next to the couch, finally uncurling and standing tall, walking towards the hero with purpose. Clara frowned when Missy stood, talking a slight half step back as the villain came towards her, hands clenching into tight fists, the knuckles white, as if sensing what was coming and refusing to let go of her justified anger just yet. However her puppy let the inevitable happen as Missy reached the hero and wrapped her arms around Clara’s tense shoulders, trapping her upper arms in her strong grasp and pulling the other brunette’s head into her chest and resting her chin atop.

There was a loud hissing sound and a wave of steam rose off the pair. Clara sank into the tight hug with a shuddering breath, tension rolling off her small form with the steam, as she brought her arms up and around Missy’s waist, unclenching her fists before gripping handfuls of the villain’s purple blouse at the small of her back.

“I’m sorry the mean old owl made my puppy mad, but mummy’s here to make it all better,” Missy murmured against Clara’s hair before dropping a soft kiss to her hero’s head. Clara burrowed deeper into the villain’s chest as Missy lay her head against Clara’s and began to hum, rocking them both from side to side as one hand came up to stroke her puppy’s hair.

They stayed like that for a few minutes as Clara began to calm down, the indicative heat that had permeated her skin fading to its normal, though still higher than a normal human, level. Missy smiled into the hero’s hair as she felt the change.

“Better?” Clara nodded into her chest. Missy’s grin grew as she pulled away from the hero, gently moving her hands to Clara’s shoulders and pushing her upright, her puppy’s hands leaving Missy’s back to fall at her sides. The villain could see some tears staining her puppy’s cheeks so moved her hands to cup the join at her neck and wipe them away with her thumbs, careful of the wounded one. With that done she made sure Clara’s eyes locked with hers for a moment as she spoke again. “The Doctor just wants to look out for you poppet. You might not be his student but he still cares about you greatly, and I thank him for that. Even if he does still send you unnecessary trouble.” Clara huffed and shook her head.

“You’re the one usually causing that trouble.”

“I know but still. He only wants what’s best for you. But no matter what he says or suggests, I’ll always be here for you. If that’s what you want.”

Clara smiled and closed her eyes as she nodded within Missy’s grip. She blew out a long breath and looked back up at the villain with those large doe eyes shining, this time with only regular emotion.

“Thank you Missy.”

“Anytime. My Clara.”

After a pause Missy licked her lips and moved her hands from Clara’s face to trail down her arms, brushing lightly over the still intact grey material, before taking Clara’s hands in both of hers.

“Very well then Hot Head,” Missy said as she slowly walked backwards towards the couch, tugging Clara to follow, “What shall we do with our free evening?”

“You’re the one who snuck in here Ice Queen,“ Clara retorted with an eye roll, “I hadn’t planned on anything.”

“Well that’s good,” the villain happily as they reached the edge of the couch and stopped, letting go of Clara’s hands to place one on her waist and the other on her shoulder, flashing her trademark predatory grin. In an instant Missy snuck a leg around Clara’s and pulled, throwing the hero off balance before using her momentum to turn and drop the other brunette onto the couch.

The hero landed with a soft and surprised ‘oof’ before a second later it became a gasp as Missy settled into her own position of straddling the younger woman. Missy moved forward so her lips brushed Clara’s, the hero’s free hands finding their place on the villain’s hips.

“Because I have a few of my own,” Missy purred against Clara’s lips before not wasting another second and capturing them in a crushing kiss. Clara clung to Missy, trying to pull the villain closer despite their bodies already being flush. Missy grinned and nipped at Clara’s bottom lip, tasting the addictive smoky tang of the hero’s blood.

Missy pulled away all too soon however, leaving Clara to try and chase her, the move causing the villain to chuckle. Both were already breathless and the fun was only just beginning. Missy moved her hands so she could run one thumb along Clara’s bottom lip and the split in it while the other caressed her wounded cheek. Clara leant into Missy’s touch and whined a little when the villain moved her hands back to the hero’s shoulders.

“It seems Mistress has some making up to do after playing a little too rough with her puppy when trying to rob that bank this morning huh,” Missy said with a pout. She rolled her hips against Clara’s, the move causing the hero’s eyes to flutter shut and mouth to drop open silently. Missy grinned wide. “Wouldn’t you agree poppet?”

Clara’s eyes slowly opened again, pupils blown wide and what was left of the iris glowing faintly as a lazy smile graced her lips. Her puppy managed a brief nod before Missy buried a hand in the hero’s hair and surged forward again.

Cold met hot in a possessive clash of teeth and tongues, and as an affront to science ice would be the one to melt fire. Though fire would get their own back later. Ice would make sure of it.

 (Happy birthday @evilqueenofgallifrey! I hope you enjoy this and have/had an awesome birthday. Love ya bud.)

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COTW 23 - full

Holding Viren, Levi was pacing back and forth in the family waiting area. Eren had already been in surgery for 8 hours, and he was still yet to hear anything about his husband's health. Doctor Reed had suggested he wait back at the hotel, and that she would call when the procedure was over, but Levi couldn't bare to bring himself to leave. He didn't want to be unable to get to Eren in time... Hushing Viren as he started wake, Levi wished someone would pick him up and carry him around. He was dead on his feet, but if he sat, he'd never get back up. Eren hadn't had a great flight down, due to a panic attack that had resulted in him sedated. When he'd woken at Mitras Royal, his husband had been severely disoriented and groggy. He'd begged Levi to take him home, and grown agitated over the lack of rings on his finger, taking hours to come back to reality as the drugs left his system. Having spent the whole night before Eren's flight at the hospital with his omega, then going straight to spending a flight being serenaded with Viren's stunning "operatic" vocals, and topping the trifecta with a terrified Eren, Levi was tired, smelly, exhausted to the point of nausea and nursing a headache greater than Viren's ability to scream. He knew Viren couldn't help the pain in his ears that came from flying, but out of everyone on the plane, only one little old beta woman had been happy to help. The rest of the passengers getting mad at the three year old for something he couldn't help or understand. By the twelve hour mark, Levi was wondering if they'd forgotten he existed. He'd given up pacing, thanks to his knees threatening to give out, and thanks to having to take Viren to the bathroom, and for food. His paranoia left him wondering if they'd come to find him, then found that he wasn't there and assumed he'd left. His arse was numb, his back hurt like a bitch and his eyes burned from a lack of sleep, but there was no way he was going home. 16 hours after kissing Eren goodbye as he wheeled away, Doctor Reed finally came to find him. The woman looked as bad as he felt "Levi" Rising to his feet, she gestured for him to sit. Levi's heart was hammering as he did "How... how is he?" "It was a hard and difficult surgery. Separating the tumour wasn't easy..." Oh god... oh... fuck... this was it... Eren had... he was... Levi's eyes filled with tears, Doctor Reed placing her hand on his shoulder "... and we were unable to remove the entirety of the tumour, however, we did remove over 80 percent of the tissue. Now. There were some complications, extending procedure time. The pup went into distress which is why we didn't remove the tumour in its entirety, the second twin then slipping into distress from the extended surgery..." Reed paused, Levi was getting over these pauses real fucking fast "Eren?" "Eren crashed on the table, suffering a major bleed as we were closing. We closed the bleed, and got his heart back into normal sinus rhythm, but we've placed him in a medically induced coma to relieve the pressure on his body. The next 48 hours are going to be critical. We'll be monitoring both pups very closely, as well as Eren for clots, preterm-labour, or secondary bleeds. We won't know if there are any lasting effect from the bleed, until he wakes" Levi felt as if he'd been dumped into an ice bath. His stomach clenching so hard that vomited into his mouth "Now. I know you're anxious to see him, but we have him a sterile room to lower risk of infection, and we will be keeping him under until we are absolutely sure he is strong enough to be brought back out. You need to go home and rest" Rest... how could he rest? "I know everything I said is scary, but it was nothing outside the realms of possibilities we knew may occur during this procedure. I'm also not sugar coating it, because I know you'd be insulted if I did. So the best thing you can do for Eren, is to go back to your hotel and rest" "I want to see him" "That's not currently possible" "I... I don't care if I can't talk to him, I need to see him... he's... my husband" Reed took a long breath in through her nose "Please. I need to see he's out of surgery" "You won't be able to communicate with him, and the amount of equipment surrounding him may be alarming" "I know. I'm prepared for that. But I still need to see him. We've come all this way. He's in a city and hospital he doesn't know. Having a surgery he was scared shitless over, and now you tell me he died on table. I need to... see him" Reed softened "I can give you a few minutes, but you have to promise me you'll rest" Levi nodded quickly "Alright, come with me" Forced to stand on the outside of the room, Eren was locked away from him. His omega's room was directly across from nurses station, which was generally reserved for the riskier of patients. Normally doctor's liked their patiences to come out of anesthetiser naturally, but there Eren was. Surrounded by monitors, his stomach bare and other than the small sensor pads placed across his swell to monitor the vitals of their pups. Levi found no relief at the sight of Eren like that. He looked too thin, and far too pale "Levi?" Blinking, he realised Reed had placed her hand on his shoulder again "My team is the best on the whole island. He is in very good hands here" "He looks like a doll" "He may be pale, but he did just go through a 13 hour procedure. Even unconscious, surgery is a heavy burden on the body, and there is a risk of infection. Being in a coma is the best thing for him right now" So they had left him waiting... They'd left him to stew in his own misery "He'll wake up again, won't he?" "We have no reason to doubt he won't once the drugs are weaned from his system. He will be weak, but if all goes well, he'll be home by the 28th" Levi nodded, swapping Viren to his opposite hip. He and Eren had married on the 13th, it was now the 17th or was maybe even the 18th... Eren was due to remain in Mitras until the 21st, then to be transferred back to Shinganshima. He didn't see Eren being home by the 28th, nor did he see him testifying on the 6th of March like Floch had organised... Eren wanted to take the stand as it would be the states lawyers questioning him this time, and giving him a chance to explain his life in his own words. Floch was sitting on the pushing incident, which left Levi furious, yet the man had restated that he had a plan "Now. The best thing for you is sleep" Levi nodded, he didn't want to take his eyes off Eren. The three rings and the two wolves he wore around neck felt incredibly heavy, almost like a hangman's noose. If anything else were to happen... he'd lose his head "Thank you... and thank you for... for saving them..." "You're welcome. I never promised this would be easy, but we all came through the other side in one piece. Are you alright to get home from here?" "Yeah... yeah, I've got it covered" "Then no doubt I'll see you soon" "Thank you..." Back at the hotel, Levi crashed hard. Getting Viren, and himself, showered and changed used up the last of his energy reserves. Turning the TV on and setting it to low for the background noise, he pulled his son into bed with him. Viren wasn't a happy camper, not after a whole day at hospital with being able to run and play, but Levi wasn't about to let him go loose in a hotel room, even if the door was weighted and chained. He needed the soft warmth of his son against him. He needed to know he was safe, no matter how many whines and grabby fingers to the face he took in the process. Sleeping came easy, the hard part was when Viren woke him early demanding food. The boy had somehow rid himself of his nappy, and pants, and all managed to make one hell of a mess of their hotel room. Ordering room service, Levi was ready for another however many hours of sleep he'd gotten. Chasing Viren down and getting him back into a pair of pants, his son promptly pulled them back down, before attempting another break for it. It wasn't fair how much energy toddlers had... or maybe he was just getting old. Breakfast was another trying experience. The syrup from their pancakes ended up across the sheets, with strawberries smeared into the sheets for extra flavour. His cup of tea fell victim too, its appeal lost once half chewed, toddler drooled on, pancake ended up floating in it. If Eren had been there, he would have had everything under control, and the room service man wouldn't have had to deal with a toddler with his willy in his hand yelling about making it bigger, when the poor guy was just trying to do his job. Levi gave a him a decent tip, the man taking it all in good humour as Levi tried to assure him that this wasn't an every occurrence and that Viren was his son, and that he wasn't up to anything shady. When he thought about it after the fact, his awkwardness was probably what he was laughing about. Once again he found himself thinking Eren would have handled everything so much better. With too much energy for his own good, Levi googled parks on his phone. It was barely 8am, so he wouldn't be able to visit his omega for another two hours. Two more hours he would have preferred to be have used to sleep, but Viren was just too wired, and their bed was a mess. Fighting to get his son dressed, then himself, he went to scold his son for jumping on their bed, when the boy jumped on him with a joyous cry "Daddy! Cuddle Attack!" "Whoa!" Spinning round with Viren in his arms, his bad mood lifted. He wouldn't be out of his flunk until Eren was back home, but this was nice. His son didn't mean to tax his nerves or neurons, and his pure happiness was like a salve to the throbbing wound that was his worry for Eren "What do you say, you and I go to the park, then we'll find something nice to bring mummy" "Mummy!" "Do you miss mummy?" Viren nodded, his wide grey eyes questioning Levi silently "Mummy had to have a special procedure, to make sure he and your little siblings are alright. But he loves you, very much and he's going to be ok" "Can mummy come to the park?" "Not today, baby. But he's going to want hear all about all the fun things you've been doing" "Daddy, why does mum always have to be sick?" "Mummy doesn't want to be sick, but this special procedure is to make him better..." "I don't like it" "I know. How about we get a special gift you can give mummy? And when he's all better, you can tell him how much you love him" "I do" Kissing Viren forehead, he nodded "That's my boy... let's head out to the park" His mind really wasn't on playing, but without other children there, his son had latched onto him. He stubbornly demanded Levi watched as he climbed up the half dozen ladder rungs, so he could slide down a slide as long as Levi's leg. Whoever had designed the park, had definitely not thought about kids at all. The playground was only a slide and a couple of swings, half hidden in the ridiculously perfect grounds. It suited Mitras though, it's rich and money burning image, along with its closed society where kids were probably just thought as pretty decorations. Viren didn't really enough space to explore or enough to work off any extra energy... so he wasn't surprised when Viren came running to him and begged to go on the swings. This was only their second day in the city... he had no idea how he was going to keep Viren entertained for the rest of them. * Eren kept him waiting, his husband had been showing signs of waking all day, but it was 9 hours after he first started to stir that Eren's eyes finally opened. As feared there'd been a few complications. The pups vitals had dipped so low they thought they may have to deliver them ahead of time, before gradually improving, but not before Levi just about collapsed on the spot. Then an infection had started to form along the edge of surgery site. A hair follicle irritated by a stitch, but it was enough to scare the shit out of him again. Kept under for a third day, Eren's system was flooded with antibiotics, and the fourth day after his operation, he was finally weaned off the barbiturates. Hitting the call button, Levi rose and grabbed Eren's hand, as Eren's heart rate began to rise with panic "Shhh. It's the breathing tube, don't fight it... you're ok" Blinking at him, Eren's whole face softened. Though his gaze was unfocused, his husband knew he was there, his struggling lessening "You kept me waiting beautiful.... shhh, don't fight the tube. You're ok... you're ok, bright eyes" Eren weakly squeezed his hand. It'd been a long four days. Especially when he'd been told Eren would be under for another day. Moved away so the tube could be removed, Eren's first move was to reach for Viren. The boy crying as he watched the tube come out, and Eren began to cough. Sitting Viren on the edge of Eren's bed, his husband smiled sleepily "H-hey..." "Rest your voice. Both know how those tubes feel" "Horrible" Levi snorted softly, moving to drag the visitors chair closer to Eren's bed before sitting. Trust Eren to try jumping right into talking again. Reaching up, he brushed Eren's hair back from his face, rubbing his forehead with his thumb as he felt himself tear up "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" Eren coughed as he shook his head, wincing slightly as he dropped his head back against the pillow. Levi's heart jumped into his throat "Eren?" "Throat" "Then rest. Let me try read your lips" Eren didn't seem convinced, but his husband was fast falling back to sleep "Pups" "Both... both are fine... I'm fine. Viren's fine and you're going to be just fine too" Eren didn't need to know anything other than that "Good... mmm, baby..." Kissing Eren's cheek, Viren blew a raspberry. Lifting the toddler back into his lap, he wasn't happy to be parted with his mum "Mummy's still recovering, here. Hold mummy's hand. He's really missed you" "Missed him too" Levi was pretty certain that wasn't the case given Eren hadn't been conscious to miss him, but the way Viren carefully held Eren's hand with both his smaller ones were adorable. Just as carefully, he laid his left cheek down on the back of it "We did a little shopping for you... He wanted to buy you half the soft toys in the store" And a million other things he grabbed off the shelves, loudly proclaiming "for mummy" each time Levi took it from his hands to return it the shelf "He's a good kid" "Yeah. A complete and total handful, but he's so much like you" "N'mm like you" Eren's eyes started to slide closed. The eyes that had haunted his dreams and teased him over how long it'd been since he'd seen them "Get some more sleep, bright eyes" "It's been a while since y' call'd me that" "I've missed seeing your eyes... I've missed all of you" "Mmm... sorry... still sleepy" "I can see that. We're not going anywhere" "Love you guys" "We love you too" Sleeping for the next few hours, the second time Eren woke, Levi took Viren out the room while the checked Eren over. His husband didn't remember their earlier conversation, but it wasn't like he'd expected him to. Given it'd gotten so late, they probably wouldn't be able to stay for that much longer. Viren was bored and sleepy. Upset mummy couldn't get up and play. Making it a mission to find his son a cookie, he managed to keep the toddler entertained for a solid half an hour, before Viren got his cookie and they returned to Eren's room. Sitting up, Eren smiled at them tiredly "Look who's awake" "Look who's filling our son with sugar" "Mummy!" Viren made a run for Eren, Levi catching him as he tripped over his own feet and nearly lost his hard earned cookie. Carrying him over to Eren, he sat down with their son in his lap "Hey, baby. That's a pretty big cookie you've got there" "I needed bribery. How do you feel?" "I'm ok... sleepy... but I'm ok" "Good. Did they say anything?" "Mmm... yeah... pups are ok... that's the main thing" "What else did they say?" "A whole heap of words..." Levi forced a laugh. What he really wanted to know was if they talked about how the surgery went, but he didn't want to upset his omega by asking "Said we'd talk about it tomorrow with... with Reed" Yawning, Eren reached out to Viren to rest his hand on his head "My baby been good for daddy?" "It's been interesting" "He's been bored" "You could say that. I never realised how much time he spent sticking his hand down his pants" Eren laughed, before groaning with pain. His hand going from Viren's head to his stomach "Eren?" "Laughing isn't so great... I feel like I'm going to burst" "No laughing. Ok..." "Mmm... skins itchy too" "You had the start of an infection, but they've got it under control" "I think they said something about that too... and bleeding... I really can't remember" "Don't try and force it..." "'m not... how about you? You look sleepy" That was so very Eren "I'm ok. You have me a bit of scare though. I'm sure my hair's more grey than black these days" "Sorry... I like your hair black" "It's fine" "Tell me what you've been up to. Have you been having fun with daddy?" Viren hid behind his cookie, Eren giving another laugh and a groan "I should know better than to ask" "We went to the park, and we've been shopping. They have a kids channel at the hotel..." "TV babysitting for the win..." "Yeah. I've been lost without you around" "I'm sure that's not true" "I let him out in public without shoes on yesterday. Completely forgot them" "I've done that before too. You're not alone" "That's nice to know... I've missed... I've missed you so much" Tearing up, Eren gave him a loving smile "Hey. I'm ok" "I was scared you wouldn't wake" "Like I'd leave my two best men alone... hey, come here" Moving Viren up to Eren's bed, Levi wrapped his arms around both his loves. Nuzzling and kissing Eren's temple, he didn't care that Eren's hair smelt or that his mate hadn't showered in days. All he cared about was holding him again. The floodgates breaking open completely "You died... you left me and you died... and I wasn't there" "Shhhh... it's ok, alpha. It's ok" "I was so fucking useless. I kept wondering if it was ok to be taking Viren to play or to go shopping. I kept thinking about you" "I know you would have. I know. But it's over now, right?" "Y-yeah..." Eren picked up on the stuttered in his word "They couldn't remove all the tumour, but they got most of it... and then you nearly... you were gone" "Shhh, Levi. Levi, it's ok. I'm ok... my poor alpha. You've been so worried, while I slept. Have you called anyone? Let them know how things are?" "N-no..." "Leeeee. You were supposed to" "I texted Mike when you came out of surgery. But... I didn't want to hear it" "You said you'd call them. I didn't want you being alone" "I couldn't. Not until you were awake. I love you... I love you so much" "I love you, Lee. And I love my baby boy... can you lift Viren? He's on my stomach" "Oh! Shit... hold on..." Viren clutched to his cookie and at Eren's hospital gown as Levi pulled him back into his hold as he sat back in the visitors chair "Better?" "Not really... I'd rather the cuddles" "When we get home, you're going to have so many cuddles that you won't know what to do" "I wouldn't mind them now. My omega's so confused over everything. It wants its alpha, and wants to kill whoever touched our pups" "I don't think Reed will appreciate that" "Nor do I. How's your alpha?" Anxious. Worried. Angry. Confused. Freaking the fuck out... "Better now you're awake" "Coming off suppressants doesn't help either" "You're supposed to be worrying about yourself, not me" "Of course I'm going to worry about my family. You guys are my everything" "And you're ours..." Knocking on the glass door, a young nurse poked her head in the room "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are coming to the end" Withdrawing before he could reply, Levi looked back to Eren. His omega having paled in the last few moments "Eren?" "'m ok" "Hey, if you don't want us to go, I can ask about staying" "No. No, you need to take Viren home. He needs a bath and it's way past his bedtime" Murmuring the words, Eren's tearing eyes betrayed him "Eren..." "It's ok. I know you guys can't stay... I'm just... feeling really clingy..." "Like I said, I can ask" Eren wiped his eyes, not stemming the running tears "No... you look tired too... and I'm not... not going anywhere" "I can't leave you like this" "I know I shouldn't be scared, but I don't know this place... it doesn't smell like home" "Shhh... it's ok. You're safe. Here, Viren hop up for a second" Lifting Viren off his lap, Levi pulled his jacket off. Not caring it wasn't hygienic as he moved to lay it under Eren's head and across his pillows "Better?" "I love your scent..." "Good. I'll..." "You should take Viren back to the hotel... He spends too much time in hospital" "I don't want to leave you" "I don't want you two sleeping here..." "What can I do? I hate seeing you crying" "Give me a kiss?" Levi was happy to oblige, the nasal cannula getting in the way as he did. Straightening it out, he smiled at his mate sadly. He hated how scared Eren was becoming "I'll be here first thing in the morning, and we'll stay the whole day. I'll bring my phone in, so you can use it if you want, or look at photos. I've taken heaps of photos because I know you love them" "I... I don't deserve you" "Oh, bright eyes. You deserve the world. And who knows, maybe I'll bring you your own huge cookie" "Reed said I can't eat solid right now" Levi frowned "When did she say that?" "Before the surgery... because of you know... giving birth out my arse" Oh... yeah... straining to take a shit might not be the best thing right now "Right. Then I'll just have to make you cookies when we get home" "I'll hold you to that... where's Viren? I want to give him a kiss" It fucking sucked to leave Eren behind. His omega looked heartbroken as he guided Viren out Eren's room. He should have insisted that Eren slept. If he'd been asleep when Levi and Viren left, then his mate wouldn't be so sad... * Eren was flown back on the 23rd of February rather than the 21st. Coughing too hard due to his irritated throat had caused a tear in his stitching, and another unexpected surgery. Even if it was a very minor bleed, he was proud that Eren caught the fact that something was wrong, and spoken up about it rather than trying to hide the bleeding. Coming back home to Shinganshima was relieving. Eren was heavily depressed over the remaining tumour mass, despite trying hard not to show it. His husband's vitals had been all over the place, and Reed wouldn't sign off on the transfer until they'd steadied and remained within suitable values for 24 hours. Viren had once again hated flying, crying from the moment the cabin pressurised, right up to the moment he was taken into Hanji's arms at the hospital. Being on home turf made it easier to keep his worry under control. Eren was back in an environment he knew, and they'd be able to have some together as they had babysitters available. Meeting him at the front of the hospital, Hanji was all smiles as cuddled with Viren "It's about time you got back" "Nice to see you, too. How's Eren?" "Popped in to see him before, but he was sleeping. The transfer went like clockwork, buuuut, you're both in the sh-shoe with me" "Oh? Why now?" Falling into step with Hanji was easy. It felt like he could breathe easier and the air all that much cleaner than it had been in Mitras "Getting married without telling anyone! I can't believe you stole my Honey away, and eloped" "Who told you? Was it Eld or Gunther?" "What?! They knew?! How come they got to know?! I wanted to throw Eren a huge wedding... did you do it right!? Was he happy!?" "We got married at the courthouse before Eren's surgery... and if it wasn't them, then who?" "It was on his transfer papers. Under personal affects was listed none as they were in the possession of his husband" "I knew I hated paperwork" "Why didn't you tell meeeeee?! Do you know how long I've been mentally planning this wedding?! How many hours I've put into the seat charts and flowers?!" "Don't worry, we still want a big wedding... Eren was scared of dying without marrying me" If he said he was just as scared, Hanji would pull the piss out of him for the rest of his life "And here I was, ready to give you shit. I can't tease you for a reason like that" "Once the trial is over and the pups are born, then we'll talk wedding. That's the agreement" "I read his updated medical records..." "And?" Pressing the elevator button, Hanji made him wait until they'd stepped inside and she'd pushed the button to the floor Eren was on before continuing "And I read about what happened... how is?" "Not happy. He's trying to hide it, but he feels guilty for not being strong enough for the whole of the tumour to be removed. Which is complete shoe. His omega's also been all over the place. He's wanted cuddles, but we got in trouble for Viren sitting on his bed, and I got us in trouble for leaving my jacket over his pillow so he'd have my scent" "Well, he's home now. Mike said he'd take Viren tonight. He also said that Titan needs to go on a diet" "He's fine the way he is... and I might take him up on that. We haven't had a chance to talk about everything. Not with little ears in the room" "How did he enjoy his holiday?" Watching the doors open, this time Levi made Hanji wait as he stepped off. Viren was practically asleep in her hold "He didn't. He wanted Eren and didn't understand why he couldn't be there. Plus, being in a hotel room most of the time left him with energy to spare. The second day Eren was awake, he talked at him for two hours straight" "I'm sooooo glad Anna's growing out of that. She's made Eren a card, but I'm not allowed to give it to him. And she's been lost without Viren" "For being your daughter, she's not as much as a pain in the arse as you are" "I know. She reminds me so much of Moblit... I'd like to take credit, but Eren has been so good with her" "Eren's really good with kids, and omegas. It's a shame he never got to put those skills to use outside of babysitting and saving omegas being attacked" "He's still young. Give it a couple of years for the pups to grow" "I know he's still young. I'm just saying..." "You're saying your smitten by everything he does" "He is my husband" "I know that. Do I get to see the wedding ring?" "Once it's back on his finger with the other two" "You've bought him half a jewellery shop... the rings, the charm bracelet, the wolves..." "Eren bought the wolves..." He couldn't deny Hanji's point though. He'd bought Eren four rings over the span of their relationship, which would possibly be around $7000 worth of jewellery... or so. But when compared to the fact that some spent that on a single ring, it really didn't seem that bad. Besides, Eren was beautiful. He'd had such a hard life and deserved pretty things. And the charm bracelet was Eren's pride and joy. A "V" added for their son, and when the next two pups came, he'd buy charm letters for both of them "Ooooooh. That makes me more sense" "Yeah. He didn't want me to give his jewellery back until we were back home. Viren's been after the wolves" Eren was awake when they walked in, giving them a small wave, Hanji raised an eyebrow "Is that all I get?" "Sorry. Hey, Hanji. How've you been?" "I've been worried about my little Sweetheart. My married, Sweetheart" Eren looked from Hanji to him "I didn't tell her. It was on your paperwork" "Oh... yeah... um... we got married" "I know. I mean. I heard. Levi said I couldn't look at the wedding ring until it was back on your finger" "That might be a while... I think they're swollen" Swollen? Since when? Eren's fingers were on the slender side. Like those of a piano player "Noooo... I want to seeeee! I can't believe you guys didn't invite me" "It was a small ceremony" "With a nice wedding night. Can I have Viren?" Walking over to Eren, Hanji set Viren down beside him. Leaving Levi to walk around the bed and sink down to sit on the other side "How do you feel? Any pain? Or discomfort?" "Hanji, you know what it's like to be pregnant. Everything hurts... and my tits are leaky" Hanji giggled "This is true. I want to take a little look at your stitches while I'm here" Levi sighed, taking Eren's hand into his. His omega's fingers didn't look swollen "Leave him alone" "I can't help it. He was gone for soooo long" Kissing the top of Viren's head, their son mumbled out "mumma" as he nuzzled into Eren's chest "How long am I going to be in here?" "A week or so. It depends if any complications arise" "Yay. I've gone from being stuck in one hospital to being stuck in another..." "At least you have all of us for entertainment..." Eren didn't look enthused or amused "Fiiiine. At least you're closer to being back home. Oh. That reminds me. I had Mike go ahead and pick a shower chair up for you, and a couple of rails in the bathroom to make getting around easier" "You didn't need to do that" "Nonsense. You're not to be on your feet for extended periods of time" "I know this" "Then you know it's for your own good, Eren" "It doesn't mean you get to rearrange Levi's apartment while he's not home" It wasn't just his apartment. He'd noticed the changes in Eren's speech that directly related to his omega's mental state. If he was upset, Eren tried to back away from things. It became Levi's room, Levi's apartment and Levi's son. Thankfully, Hanji hadn't or she'd be making Eren even more uncomfortable "He doesn't mind. Your health is our number one priority. Over the next few days, you'll be resting. We'll be performing ultrasounds daily, as well as monitoring you closely. I know you're sick to death of having no privacy and of being poked at... but this is for your own wellbeing and that of the pups. We need to know the second something doesn't feel right or normal" Eren let out a faint whine, Levi squeezing his hand hard "Stop scaring him" "I'm just explaining so he knows what's going on" "You can do that without scaring him" "Guys... that's enough. I think I want to get some more sleep" "Mike is going to look after Viren tonight, because we both know Levi isn't going to want to leave you" "He should go home" "I'm not going anywhere" "Titan and Viren need you" "And they're both going to be taken care of... we haven't had a chance to talk since the surgery" "I don't really feel like talking. I'm still tired from the flight" Hanji caught his eye, her frown obvious "I'm fine. I just need to sleep off the meds and stuff. Levi, you should take Viren home" "I'm staying with you" "Levi" "Eren. I'm staying and that's final. You're husband and I've been worried sick about you. We're home and Mike is happy to look after Viren" "No fighting you two. Eren, I want to take a look at those stitches now, then I'll let you sleep" "Not with Viren in the room..." "Alright. Let me get Mike and we'll figure this out" Eren's stitches didn't look great. That wasn't to say that whoever closed the wound hadn't done a nice job. It was more that he hated that Eren needed them to begin with. The bruising had mostly faded, and the edges had started to scar closed. Replacing the wound dressing, Hanji hummed as she worked "It looks good. The infection has cleared up nicely... you've got a little bit of flaking which is probably itchy as hell, so I'll get some cream for that..." "So, he's ok?" "Yep. You'll have a scar, but things look really good to me" "No signs of another bleed?" "Nope. The bruising and swelling will pass, and we'll find out the rest when we give you an ultrasound" Eren had his eyes closed during Hanji's examination. Breathing through his nose, his husband looked as if he was trying his hardest to fake being asleep "Thanks, Hanji. Is... am I allowed to lay next to him?" "You'll need to be careful not to jostle him, and you'll need to avoid placing any pressure at all on his stomach. For now, I would prefer if you remained sitting by his side until after the ultrasound" "Alright. I'm not going anywhere anyway" "We all know that. I'll try to be here for the ultrasound, then we can find you a blanket or two" Nodding, Hanji flashed him a large smile as she started cleaning up the mess she'd made "It really is good to have you back. Anna is going to be so excited to see you again. She's been asking about you everyday and how "Uncle Eren's babies" are. I'm off for a couple of hours tomorrow around lunch, so I'll bring lunch in with me. You're probably sick to death of hospital food" "They've had him on soft foods" "That makes sense. I know a great place that does an amazing array of desserts. I'm sure I can find a few things" Eren let out a nasally sigh "Ok... can I go to sleep now?" "Sure thing. Levi, you're in charge of watching over him" "Like I'd do anything else" "I don't need a babysitter" "You do too. Besides, I don't want to be the one to make Levi leave. You might not know it, but he's scary" "Mmm... I've been told... I think I need to sleep for like a year" "You can't sleep for a year, there's the trial and then there these two than need to come out. And this little one of mine. Nope. Sorry. No can do" "Can I sleep for a month?" "There's still the trial, Honey" Levi wanted to smack Hanji for being stupid enough to bring the trial up, but then... Eren laughed softly "Damn. Foiled again..." "I know. But you're home now. We're going to get you through this, and that's final" "Yes, mum. Now let me sleep" "You'd be asleep if you didn't keep talking" "Then stop talking to me" "You're the one talking to me" "Fine. Good night" "Goodnight, sleep tight. Don't let the big bad alpha bite" "Mmm... ok" When Hanji left, Levi sighed "Do you want to tell me what you're thinking?" "I'm sleepy" "Eren, I'd like to think I know a little something about my own husband by now. I know you're pulling away, and I want to know why" When Eren didn't answer right away, Levi squeezed his hand "It's the pup. I know it's the pup. Bright eyes, it's not your fault they had to end the procedure" Eren replied flatly "How do you know that?" "Because Reed said as much. The pup was going into distress, so she made the call. And yes, you're going to have a caesarean, but you were going to have one anyway" "I... it feels like all this... was for nothing... it was supposed to fix it... and it didn't... fix anything" Releasing Eren's hand, Levi moved to pull his husband against him "That's not true... that's not true at all" "Tell me how that isn't true. He's going to need more surgery... and he's still got that tumour attached to him..." "Oh, so it's a he now. I thought we weren't finding out" Eren sniffled, his scent was all over the place, as if his omega really couldn't understand how to feel "I don't know... but... they need more surgery. I'm sick of our pup needing more surgery. It's not fair. They didn't do anything wrong. The only thing they've done wrong is have me for a mother" "That's not true. You're an incredible mother" "An... an incredible mother who died on the operating table... I ruin everything" "You had a bleed, which was not your fault. You'd just had a mammoth procedure done. You haven't ruined a single thing. Yes. The pup will need more surgery once they're born, but, with a decrease in tumour mass, less of everything they need to grow will be going into it. It's going to ease the pressure on his systems, and make things easier until he's born. Eren, you're an amazing mum. This world is filled with people who don't care about their children. Most people would have aborted, but you wanted them to have a chance to live. To experience everything and to be happy" "But what if something else is wrong? What if he's wrong? What if when he's born, he's... he can't look after himself" "No baby can look after its self" "You know what I mean!" "Then, we'll figure it out" "Not everything can be figured out. What kind of quality of life is there if he's nothing more than... than a vegetable..." "Hey... we don't know that... and, if something were to happen, we both know how hard you fought for him to have a normal and good life. I mean it Eren. You're the reason our family functions. When I'm with Viren, I'm still scrambling to figure out how to make him happy and how to keep him entertained. I don't know how to calm him down, or anything like that... I thought I was doing a good job at being a father, but these past few months taught me, and showed me, how much of a failure I had been" "You're not a failure... you had to work" "While I kept leaving the pair of you home alone" "He's too young to remember. But you had to work. I got it..." "You shouldn't have to get it. I realised something when I took Viren to the park. All those times we were sick, you nursed us like it was nothing... but unless you couldn't hide it, you hid being sick from us, didn't you?" "It's what a parent does... Viren didn't understand... you were busy... so I had to..." "I'm sorry, Eren. If I could back in time, I would..." "You had to work... and it wasn't always bad... Hanji let me stay there sometimes... or Mike would come check on me if she was busy" "And I had no idea" "I asked them not to tell. You had a really hard job. You didn't need to be worrying over something like me" "You're not a thing. You're my husband. My husband who I wished would be more selfish and tell me the things he wants and needs" "I want this all to be over... I'm so scared that I'm going to sneeze and go into labour... Mitras was so fucking scary at night... but I didn't want to be even more of a burden on you. I'm sick of it" "You're not a burden. You're stubborn and frustrating, but you're not a burden... and soon these two little ones will be part of our family, and the pain of all of this will fade to a memory" "I want a girl... but... I don't know. I don't want Anna to be jealous" "I think Anna would be thrilled if you had a girl. Viren was the one who didn't want a sister" "That's because he only had girls to play with... I want a brother for him... so he can feel what it is to have a brother who loves you..." "So you want a girl and a boy, that sounds pretty perfect to me" "Sometimes I wonder what the other pup would have been..." "I do to. But I don't care if they're male or female, I only care that their mother is safe and heathy" "You're supposed to care about them" "I do. But I can't run this family the way you can. And if you're safe and healthy, so are they" Eren nodded, sniffling louder as he tried to calm down "It's just so frustrating" "I know it is. I know, but I'm here with you" "I'm sorry for making you worry... I haven't been able to calm down since the surgery... everything in my head... I can't work it out" "Unlike Mitras, no one is stupid enough to tell us off or separated. After the ultrasound, I'm going to curl up in this bed with you, and cuddle the fuck out of you" "I... I want that so fucking much... I've been really lonely" "Not anymore. Anyone who tries to seperate, I'll hand Viren off to when he's mid tantrum" "That's cruel" "He throws some impressive tantrums" "Anna's were just as bad when she was his age. One time she found a pair of scissors and gave herself a hair cut, then screamed herself hoarse when Hanji took the scissors off her. Another time, Hanji gave her the wrong fork, so Anna threw her food at her. It ended with Anna on the floor screaming as she smacked her spilt dinner" "Oh... wow..." "Mhmmm" "And we have two more tantrum machines coming" "Aren't you glad you quit work for this?" "I'm starting to wonder..." Eren let out a tiny laugh "If you want to go back, I won't blame you. You're the kind of person who has to always be busy" "I'm pretty sure I'm going to be plenty busy" "What I mean is, you need the job or a job too..." "Who knows. I could be the house husband and you could get the job" "I tried... I tried really hard before I found out I was pregnant. No one wants to hire omega's. One guy yelled at me for wasting his time. One guy told me I could have a job if I let him fuck me in front of everyone in the cafe it was at... the only job I could maybe get again would be as a dancer and you don't want me to show my body off..." "You didn't tell me this" "Why would I?" "Because..." "Because what? It's so common it's not worth mentioning. There was one I kind of wanted. It was just an office job, but it was the kind of place I never thought I'd be able to even get an interview at. The problem was, they wanted someone with a higher education... but you get that" "I..." "I don't want to talk about it anymore. I think I want to nap" This time, Levi let Eren get away with it. Despite his protesting muscles and aching back, Levi remained hunched over and awkwardly hugging Eren until his husband actually fell asleep. The fact that no one wanted to hire someone like Eren, left him sick to his stomach. Anyone would be lucky to be working with Eren. He cared deeply about those around him, and was always working hard to improve himself and the things he took an interest in... yet society had spat on his again for being an omega. He may have been joking about being a house husband, on partly, but now it might really be better if Eren was the one to get a job once everything had settled down again. It'd be an enormous confidence boost for his mate. Something Eren definitely needed... but until that happened, maybe Eren would be interested in going back to school and learning something new? Levi had been thinking he should probably look at retraining too, so maybe they could find something to do together?

[49scribes-a]

{--Many things in life I regret... this stream was not one of them.--}

Get over here so I can shOOT YOU IN THE DICKS SO WHEN YOU’RE DEAD YOU DON’T HAVE ANY.

Yeah sometimes those big zombies just don't take the hint and then half their bodies come after me.

Stop throwing up zombies. Its unsanitary.

Thigh highs fit for any rabbit.

BARREL ROLL.

Stop keeping quotes about the shit I say when I'm playing a game.

OH, RAPID FIRE. RAPID FIRE. LOOK AT THAT.

...whatever the fuck that shit is.

*sarcastically* Oh nooo... an ambush. Like, whatever will I do.

Y'know I would've fallen from whatever height that was and I would've gotten up.

OYNO. Where is it? KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT.

Ew it popped.

Birblord disapproves.

Rocking that Lavilicious scarf.

SHIT ITS BOYFRIEND IS COMING.

Of course half the guys had to live.

Oh did you die finally? Thanks for the money! Even if you only had 11 gold.

You made people suffer enough when you were alive. Can't you, y'know, give it a rest?

I'm little red riding hood~

"Just got Weiss'd". WOW. You really gonna go there?

Okay I'm bored. I'm gonna leave it. I'm gonna leave it alone.

Op she's vomitting zombies.

Deeeeaaaaaath.

Lavilicious used Swift! Its super effective!

Please stop.

Whoa that star kinda freaked out.

Pop goes the zombubble.

Y'know whenever people say "ran him through with a sword" I think of someone like literally running and PLUNGING their sword through someone. Not... whatever that little prick was.

If ur sword-running game ain't as strong as Season 2 Suzaku's y'ain't doin it right.

Did you seriously just bring up Code Geass. We don't talk about that ending. That still hurts me.

OF COURSE WE DO. You know what we really don't talk about? A planned Season 3. WE DON'T TALK ABOUT SEASON 3.

The goat people!!! And the trees...

We've got demonic goat people, I think some frogs... yep, definitely a frog.

This house is on fire but it wasn't me.

Ooooo legendary shoulders.

Oh great, they explode.

Biiiirb. Birb birb birb birb. Caw caw motherclucker. BIIIIIRB.

I'm going to name this bird Panda, and it will be the best panda.

Did you just name that birb after Bookman?

Lavilicious and Panda. Nice(tm).

You could've lived if you just stayed still like a good tree.

Swift Game Intensifies.

Cat Fight!

Long time no dick shot.

KIT YOU ARE BANNED.

Holy shit that was a trip.

The sweet sound of projectile evisceration

Anybody alive on this side? Okay good I don't need that kind of drama in my life.

I COULDN'T STOP PUNCHING HIM. Story of my life.

I love how you got literally blown away.

Fuck your dick-- SHIT, FUCK--

We forgot to start a swear count.

Explode, explode, explode-- yyeeaaaaa.

I HATE LIFE WHAT IS THAT HOW DID I MISS

RIPPERONI SWISS CHEESE

Don't you give me your patronizing pats I don't need them.

See if I ever give you sympathy pats again.

I'm still keeping quotes just fyi.

Fucking gasp.

BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP.

STOP TAKING QUOTES, KIT oh my god--

YOINK.

Eeeeew he ragdolled...

Uuuh what did you guys see-- actually nope, no, I take it back I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know what you guys saw.

2 much swear 4 utube.

I... read that as "do you know how many brain dead dick heads I've hung in my life" and I was like... since when did you kill people?

If I killed people you would know because I wouldn't be able to keep my disgusting dissection pictures to my fucking self.

"CHECK OUT THIS ORGAN LOOK HOW WEIRD IT IS".

I was going to laugh if you pole-vaulted to your doom.

Well, no, you can swing across. Me? I'm gonna get fUCKED.

HIS LEG WORK.

I'M IN ATUAL TEARS.

I'm like... expecting something to blow up at this poi-- aaand there it is.

I don't know what you're reaching for cuz God ain't gonna help you.

Wouldn't it be funny if he hit the window and he just... didn't go through it. Just hit the window with a loud THUNK like a bird hitting glass.

That rocket launcher is gonna become my best friend.

YOU STILL FUCKING SURVIVED THAT SHIT? YOU TOOK IT TO THE /FACE/.

Fuck off, I don't want what you're selling-- I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING.

Fuck your turret gun. Fuck it.

YEAA-- NOOOOO.

How did that not just shove his nose into his skull.

I wouldn't have gotten back up, I would've been down. I would've probably been knocked out or... winded... and crying.

Yea fuck you helicopter I don't like you either.

Her name is titty lady and titty lady it shall stay.

I can't wait to-- Oh look another fucking helicopter.

MAN, HE TWIRLLLED.

When I die, I want to ragdoll.

Why ragdoll like an Uncharted NPC when you can ragdoll like a Skyrim character leaping off the top of the Throat of the World on the back of a horse.

The music is so nice when you don't pay attention to the destruction around you.

I want to glitch through the ground, stretching for miles across the land while twitching enough to unnerve the most bad ass fucker before flipping off into space like a goddamn hyper speed rubber band.

You want the weirdest things...

But they are simple things.

How is her makeup still straight. Eye liner still on point.

HEY LOOK ITS YOU-- I'm just kidding.

You hurt my feelings, that IS totally me.

Worship me and my big blue ball.

Oh that werewolf fucker. Fucking closet furry.

Manicure my statue nails.

I know, I have to fix your ass because all your shit is where its not supposed to be.

WELL ITS NOT FUN IF I MAKE IT EASY. DO U THINK I WANT PEOPLE IN HERE TOUCHING ALL MY SECRET SHIT. I GOT PORN MAGS IN HERE.

You know I just kinda realized how weird of a pose that is.

Tbh -- its taking a huge shit.

For some reason I forgot the water drains and thought the statue's loin cloth lifts to reveal a doorway between its legs.

God damn it, tired of your bullshit. Have to keep fixing your stuff. Keep fixing your shrunken heads...

This isn't a dagger. Its a key. But I'd still stab someone with it.

*opens my chastity belt*

You know its actually kinda romantic down here---no its not.

I transcended the ban like a boss.

YOU'RE STILL BANNED, KIT.

GET VORED BY THE STATUE.

WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS.

I really hope I get that job so I can buy that shirt that says "Whoring for a Voring" I've been wanting.

No, the part with the ice caves, where you swing on the ropes, before you meet Furry McFuckgoat.

While that is a very metal fucking way to die -- it also seems extremely uncomfortable.

I was surprised there wasn't anything supernatural... or weird. I mean besides the exploding mummies.

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THOSE GOLEM POSERS FROM THE FIRST GAME.

What a dick! Making me throw that grenade without meaning to!

You know I just shot him... a clip full... in the dick. I didn't mean to but... it happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Have a grenade.

Yeah you're not allowed up here. You have a shotgun. We don't serve your kind here.

New user -- who dis

I might regret this decision later.

Nathan, please, stop playing peek-a-boo.

That dead guy just... waves goodbye as he ragdolls.

I HAVE REGRETS.

You know what, just as well. I have regrets. I didn't mean to throw that grenade.

PANICKING. PANICKING.

THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FANCY WITH YOUR ROLLING?

Okay that guy was defying gravity for a while there, that was kinda weird.

YOU'RE NOT FANCY-- Oh my god he twirled.

I FOUND WHAT I WANT *runs*

REGRETS. Aaaah, regrets. A lot of regrets.

That death twitch... as seen on Twitch TV.

Little man, compensating much.

Right in the shnoz.

ZIG ZAG, ZIG ZAG.

I DON'T THINK ZIG ZAG WORKS WITH MILITARY RPGS.

Make-up still on point. Hair still flawless.

LAMINATE YOUR FUCKING MAP. ITS RAINING. IS THAT MAP EVEN RELIABLE AT THIS POINT.

Where would you laminate a map in a war zone in Nepal. What do you think there's a Kinkos around the corner?

GOD IDK, BUT PUT IT IN SOMETHING MORE WATERPROOF THAN YOUR ASS POCKET. WHICH, MAY I REMIND YOU, NATE IS CONSTANTLY LANDING ON.

Oh man that is the best twirl I have ever seen.

Fab. He practiced.

I just had to process Impressed because I heard it as Imp Breasts.

Drama queen. Fucking clutching his chest to die. Just ragdoll like everyone else.

Hey, what has more brains than the gunmen right now? The wall behind them.

"that didn't attract too much attention" YOU RAN A TRAIN THROUGH A BUILDING.

I am just a soggy man. I have water logged fingers.

Yeah. YEAH. I forgot about these actually. Ah... ha ha... I forgot about these... *cries*

Her tits are always bigger from the side. The fuck is with that. They never the same size either. Watch. Watch them titties grow.

All Aboard the Pain Train.

Push your ass off the train-- BYE.

REALLY. YOU-- who has the strength of a shit ton of fucking monkeys... can't kick that through?

My heart just did A Thing at being called "they".

I never actually see the scenery on this train because I'm always dying.

BANE OF MY EXISTENCE RIGHT HERE. Guess my streak of Not Dying is gonna end right here.

AAH I ALMOST DIED-- I almost died there too.

SPLAT. Railroaded.

Oh, I'm gonna have to fight a big guy. I really-- please don't make me fight a big guy.

Damn he thicc.

Here, its a present~ *throws a grenade*

I think they want a receipt for their present so they can return it.

Bye-- I think that was a dick shot.

I love the sound of glass breaking.

Hey. For stress relief, fling yourself. Right there. To the left.

LAAAAAAAAUNCH.

Just fucking launch into oblivion for stress relief.

I just ate someone elses half eaten burger like the trash goblin I am. I am both mildly disgusted with myself and yet satisfied because it was a good burger.

Oblivion is to the left. Just launch into it. Embrace it. Fly like the majestic fucking eagle you are.

*singing* Life... hates me. I hate life.

Did he just die crab walking.

Died doing what he loved. Being a crab. Snip snap.

Am I the only one here who sees perfect opportunities to fling myself off a cliff and actually does it?

*whimpers*WELLIguessitwasallfornothingbecausenowIhavetodiebecausethisasshole--

That's the sound of when you get your ass shredded.

Shredded Wheat Nates.

I hope if I ever die by gun, its to one of those. I wanna look and feel like swiss cheese.

You gonna one-punch fuck me like jason borne?

ONE PAAAUUUUUUUUNCH.

HOW THICK THAT DUDES ARMS ARE.

That cat is looking at me like "Why are you yelling so much?"

Man you eat more bullets than dogs in Resident Evil.

Fuck my life, Terminator.

That's not his liver...

That's totally his liver.

Well that's what you get for not paying for your train ticket. Train stops here.

Guess they got... sidetracked.

You could say he's got a one-track mind.

You could say its been derailed.

I don't think this is the best train of thought for this situation.

[dying Nate voice] I think I can, I think I can...

I hope I took them out wiTH MY DEATH.

Fucking gave him a sliding icy nut shot.

Packed some powder onto those donut holes.

I didn't say I was coming naked to this place.

Just barrel roll over a fucking corpse it coo'l

Where do these fuckers keep getting grenades at, like... they need to shove their grenades up their ass.

I don't know what the fuck you think you saw but it wasn't me.

*Hands you voreos*

Get out of here with your voreos.