#THANK YOU FOR ASKING SNIFFLE YOU ARE AO KIND )))):

[unriding]

e…evi…. evie.. … . .. . . … i seek.. mozie.. . . lore … .. . must kno…. . . .. da lore… .. behind u two… .. … blehhh x_x ( <- dis is kady dyin’ cuz she has been starved of ur selfship lore </3 )

omg kady !!!! 🥺 DONT DIE AAAA ( though this makes me think of sunday holding you bridal style heh ) BUT HI THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY EEEJSSJJB🥺🤍 i hope you’re fully recovered & feeling awesome now!!!!

i haven’t thought about the details of our lore !! or much about it at all > < i get a little caught up in my thoughts & end up weirdly flustering myself ajsnjx x0x however !! i have thought a little about how we might get close:>

perhaps after we initially meet, he falls into a habit of visiting me during his off hours > < i like to imagine a routine where i bring him snacks each time !! baked goods perhaps >:) or yummy fruit !! and he could tell me about his day …. i can feed him food … and then tell him to bring the extra back home for feixiao ( ⸝⸝ ◡̀ ᴗ ◡́)੭ and then one day perhaps we could be more than two acquaintances that sit side by side and talk + eat together every night !!! T T that would be so awesome !!

[ohnoanalien]

All You Need to Do Is Ask

Hi! I'm back, kind of!

I was planning to not post to keep the bots away-- but @hcdragoncat is an awesome writer, and @journey-to-the-au is awesome in general! I got inspired by this drabble based on the What If AU.

It might also be because the SEM posts are destroying me and I need some fluff, comfort, and humor (or at least, I tried). I see your ':)' and I know I'm in for a bad time. Pray for me before I strangle a myth from a 16th century book. ❤️

Regardless, thanks for being amazing writers! You're awesome!

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"Absolutely not."

"Baije, please-- ow-- don't worry yourself. I'll be fine."

Haarini pleaded to no avail. Pushing her back down with stubborn hooves, the pig demon reached for a small bundle. All the while, Pilgrim silently picked at his meal from afar.

"Ah, but you seem to forget." Garnet eyes examined a swollen ankle, reaching for a roll of gauze. "I was once a farmhand. Injuries like these are terrible if left untreated."

"You can't just assume--" Pigsy's sharp glare met hers, cutting her thorny words at the stem.

"Tell me. How many years did you spend outside your temple, honing your survival skills?" He moved to wipe a stinging cut on her cheek. "Because I can assure you that, when you are a wanderer, pain endurance isn't a requirement."

From beside the campfire, Sha Wujing's eyes traveled from Haarini's bloodthirsty scowl to Pilgrim's endless shivering. With gentle footsteps, the demon sat down beside him, nudging him with a large shoulder.

"You're eating very slowly. Is everything alright, my friend?"

No response. The eldest disciple sniffled, rubbing a flushed nose.

"Wukong?" The monk asked again.

Ao Lie raised his head.

"Pilgrim?"

Zhu Baije and Haarini stopped their bickering. Their eldest disciple finally looked up, startling when he was met with a sea of curious eyes.

"Do I have something on my face?" The stone monkey chuckled nervously.

"Well, no." Wujing hummed to himself, "You just seem-- oh, what's the word--"

"Distracted." Tripitaka furrowed his brow from his spot under a tree. "Absent-minded. Weak."

Weak. Weak?

In an instant, Wukong's fur puffed at the accusation.

"Master, you forget that our eldest disciple can’t possibly weaken. He's immortal several times over! He's probably just cold from his little dip in the river." Zhu Baije snorted.

"He's right, Master! I'm p-perfectly..." A raspy breath hitched.

Haarini frowned, pushing herself to her feet. "Wukong, what’s going–"

A loud sneeze rumbled through the night air, fire flickering at the force of it. Dazed and confused, the pilgrims surfaced from the shock, ears still ringing. The deity's face reddened through his fur, hovering a paw over his nose. 

"Excuse me. I– snff! I need to go…patrol the area." He mumbled. And with that, the great sage was gone.

"...Should we go after him?" Wujing finally piped up.

Haarini took her time limping through the mountain path. She was insistent on checking first-- despite the group’s overflowing concerns.

"Please do not search for too long." Tripitaka guided her towards the brush that circled their little safe haven, "You might exacerbate your sprain."

"And watch for roots." Zhu Baije examined her wrappings…again. "Tripping over anything in your condition would make things much worse."

"And please be aware of your surroundings." Wujing added, hands wringing. "If a demon attacks, we wouldn't want you to fight alone. So remember to ask for help when you need it, okay?"

Haarini's eye twitched. "Anyone else want to give me advice that I already know?"

Like clockwork, the youngest disciple whinnied. The warrior threw her head back, glaring up at the moon. "Thank you Ao Lie. Very helpful."

The forest itself was much better company, lively with conversation. Owls hooted. Crickets chirped. Haaniri stepped from the dapples of moonlight into a wide meadow, its rolling garden seeming to stretch on for miles. Fireflies gracefully floated above the flowers, flickering in the dark like embers on the wind.

A coughing fit broke the peace, and Haarini couldn't help the giggle that passed her lips. The Monkey King was never one for stealth, was he? She carved her way through the tall grass and up to a familiar patch of golden fur. 

And there sat her patient, sniffling and rubbing at his face.

Haarini frowned. Was. Was he crying? Is that why he was so quiet? Is that why he refused to come near us? Is he too prideful to face his friends?

The langur paused. She steeled herself, a nimble paw reaching out to his shoulder.

And then all chaos broke loose.

The Monkey King sneezed. She screamed. He yelped. They scrambled backwards, perched on all fours and fur puffed like feral cats. For just a moment they were frozen in time, backs arched, staring wide eyed between a storm of windswept petals.

"...We’re going back." Haarini said flatly, loosening up to pick freckles of pollen from her fur.

"I’m fine."

"Wukong."

"I am! Don’t you trust your Grandpa Sun?"

The langur sighed, moving to sit beside him. "Do you know how stubborn you are?"

Wordlessly, ruby eyes traveled to her ankle. Haarini scoffed, tail blocking its view with a silver swish. "Th-that’s not the same!" She huffed, arms crossed.

"I see." Wukong wheezed out a chuckle-- which spiraled into a coughing jag. Blood boiled under his dear friend’s fur. Golden eyes narrowed. 

Fine. If the idiot wasn't going to help himself, she'd just have to do it for him.

All too suddenly Haarini hissed in pain, reaching to clutch her ankle. And as she predicted, the deity immediately leaned forward, ignoring his own state. He suppressed a shiver. She fought the urge to strangle the immortality out of him.

"Will you stop that? I said I'm fine!" Haarini grasped at his cheeks to push him away.

Her friend immediately obliged, concern weighing heavily on his drooping shoulders.

“What a terrible illness. His mind must be half-melted by now…" The patient muttered, flexing her fingers.

"What was that?"

"Oh! Sorry. Just mumbling to myself, that’s all. Being treated in the presence of a king must have rattled my nerves quite a bit." She threw a wrist over her forehead, shooting him a teasing smirk.

A snort broke the monk’s worry, and Haarini couldn't help but mirror his laughter as he sprung back to life. Wukong scooched just a little closer, emerald grass pooling at his waist. "Oh, I completely understand. After all, you are in the presence of someone so great."

As he tried to calm his giggling Haarini leaned on her elbows, scanning every inch of his body. "The long walk here hasn’t done me any favors either. Would you mind...?" She extended her leg.

Without hesitation, Wukong rolled up his sleeves.

Then cracked his knuckles.

Then cracked his neck.

Haarini raised a bushy brow.

“What?” The Monkey King sniffed, nose in the air, “I’m just preparing.” And with that, he began to message a twisted ankle.

The langur hummed, a round ear flicking absent-mindedly as she dipped lower. "You know, I was wondering. You can't swim without sinking. Why jump into a river to save me from drowning?" 

For just a second, the deity’s carefree smile bent. "Come now, you’ve traveled with me long enough! Any challenge I've faced is just flimsy kindling in my hands. This was nothing! A fluke! A bump in the road!"

Another sniffle.

"But you could have easily let Sha Wujing do the honors. Or Zhu Baije. Or a barely sturdy tree branch.” Haarini said with a sigh of irritation.

The Monkey King’s face grew hot with embarrassment, but her thoughts marched on.

"It. I just. If there's anything wrong. If...if I did something wrong--" All concerns flipped on their side as the great sage’s lower back twitched, unable to stop a pitiful whimper from slipping out.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Last chance, dumbass.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! As I said, I'm perfectly well, th-thank you." Wukong's voice crackled, and he paused to rub at an aching throat. He gazed down at the flora beneath him, feeling its soft strokes between his claws. "Don’t assume, my friend. You didn't do anything wrong. It's hard to explain. Your presence is like...sitting under the cool shade on a hot day. Or the warmth of a snowy hot spring. I feel...relief around you. And I don’t want to lose something so precious."

"Tail's not moving at all..."

"Ugh! Forget it!" The king scratched at his scalp as he turned back to his patient-- just missing the way Haarini straightened like a ruler.

"Noted.” She agreed to the unknown, one-sided conversation with every bit of false confidence that she could muster. “Before I head back to our camp and leave you be, can I ask for one more favor? It's nice and painless this time, I promise." She implored.

"Of course." Wukong smiled, looking like he was one slight twitch from passing out in a fit of pain. "Anything for you."

She gently slapped a paw to his cheek, all innocent mannerisms dropping.

"You need to lie down before your injury gets worse."

Sun Wukong blinked slowly, eyes dull and glazed over. “...Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't give me that!" Her touch moved back to his forehead, "Your fever is most likely from an infected wound, as well as exhaustion from so much moving around."

"I'm-- snff-- I'm fi--" He stumbled, rubbing his eyes to clear a dizzy spell. Haarini immediately took the chance to crawl along the king’s back, lifting his robes, and he quickly sobered with a mortified squeak.

"Just as I thought." A puffy gash trailed down his back, blood matting his ginger fur. "For gods' sake, there's still grime stuck in the damn thing!"

Surprise turned to anger, and the immortal whipped his head around. Offense and shock pierced through the langur like arrows. Nonetheless she persisted, circling The Monkey King and toeing the line that could easily yank her down to the bottom layers of Diyu.

"Oh I know your type well." She growled. A silver claw poked him over and over, forcing him to stumble backwards. "Unwilling to admit weakness, unwilling to communicate, unwilling to keep yourself safe because-- despite your strength and cunning-- you believe yourself to be perfect and flawless and never make a single mistake!"

Wukong couldn’t help but flinch in pain as his back hit a tree, pinned to the wall by a single finger.  "And of course immortality is an incredible power to wield, but it’s also completely useless if you spend an eternity unable to walk! So please, for my sake, stop pretending you're so invincible and let me help you already!"

The world paused. Fireflies danced over a pair of flushed faces. And ever-so-slowly, Haarini pulled away. 

"I'm not very good at being subtle, am I?" She moaned, pressing a palm to her head.

"Maybe a little." Wukong trilled, wincing at a searing heat that shot up his spine.

Haarini opened her mouth for another lecture– blinking in surprise when the Monkey King obediently took a seat on a nearby rock. 

"I don't suppose you brought any medicine...with..." He gasped, and Haarini’s paws flew up to her ears before they could burst.

“...ow.” Cracking a cautious eye open, Pilgrim felt a handkerchief press into his lap.

"Maybe let's start with this." Haarini chuckled, whacking his shoulder with a snowy tail. "You need it more than I do."

Her ankle throbbed. She shifted from foot to foot, snowy tail extending as she tried not to fall. But a gentle arm wrapped around her back, and a warm side pressed against her own.

For a body made of boulders, his skin was surprisingly soft.

"If I ask my master for help, will you promise to stay off your feet for a few days?" Wukong smiled sheepishly under half-soaked fabric.

A giggle brushed his ears like swaying wind chimes. 

“We really are a wreck, aren’t we? Ahahaha!” Through her wobbling Haarini returned the favor, pulling her monk ever closer. "Alright, alright. Anything for you."

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 11

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: AOS!Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Notes: Based on my post from a ways back

Warnings: Frottage, smooching, fingering, handjob

“Aw hell.” 

It was the fifth curse that Dr. McCoy had loosed since you’d beamed down to the planet. You glanced back toward him as he shut his Communicator and trudged through the snow toward where you were still gathering floral samples. 

“Sounds like everything's going well, Dr. McCoy.” 

“Do us a favor and save that snark to keep us warm. That was the Enterprise. We’re stuck here.” 

You blinked dumbly up at him for a moment before you sighed heavily. 

“For how long?” 

“At least a few hours.” 

A few hours was among the worst possible answers. It was getting darker and colder by the minute. You were sure that by the time night fell on the planet, it was going to be freezing. 

“...Plans?” You asked after a moment. 

“We need to find shelter. There’s a storm headed in this direction.” 

“Of course there is.”

“Hurry up with your samples. Ship’s scanners found an unoccupied cave about fifteen minutes from here.” 

--  

“Y’alright?” 

“...I think so. Least, I can still feel all of my fingers and toes,” You mumbled. You tried not to speak too much. The more you did, the more evident it was that your teeth were chattering. You could feel McCoy giving you a sidelong glance. He scooched a little closer beside you, leg nudging yours. You glanced down to see him holding out a flask. 

“What…Is in there?” You asked, arching your brows.

“Romulan ale.” 

You met his eyes in surprise, and he gave a small shrug.

“It’s only for medicinal purposes,” He added in a mutter. You took hold of the flask, twisting the top off. You raised it to give it a whiff, but before you could, McCoy ordered, “Don’t smell it.” 

You frowned, turning to look at him. Before you could press, he added, “Just…Don’t.” 

You arched a brow before you raised the flask to your lips, taking a pull. You passed it back, swallowing roughly. The ale didn’t hit the wrong way at first. It warmed your belly, and that was a start—and then the strong taste made a home on the back of your tongue, and your eyes began to water. You coughed roughly, curling forward a touch before letting out a, “Yeugh! What the hell is in that?” You turned to look at him, your brow furrowed. He hesitated, then took a deep swig with only a slight grimace. 

“Ya get used to it,” He muttered. He held it out again, and you waved it off. 

“Alright," He leaned back against the cave wall. "You’ll regret it, though.” 

--  

You regretted it terribly. You pulled your coat as tightly around yourself as you possibly could, but it seemed to not be doing you much good. You drew in a shivering breath as you lay on the ground, tightening your grip on your coat sleeves as you tried to get some sleep. The cold that you felt was the kind that wormed into your core and refused to budge. The wind howled past the mouth of the cave, pushing out the odd whistle that raised the hair on the back of your neck. 

You raised your hands to your mouth, puffing weakly into your hands. You glanced back as you heard the shushing of fabric, and then felt McCoy press up against your back, taking hold of your hands. 

“You should’ve said you were cold,” He grumbled. 

“‘M fine.” 

“You’re gonna lose your goddamn fingers. C’mere.” 

You rolled over to face McCoy, sniffling a touch. You glanced up, taking in his ruddy cheeks and shaking jaw.

“You don’t look particularly comfortable, either,” You pointed out. 

“I’m fine,” He echoed. 

You fought the urge to smile and tease. You just pressed your hands into his, and sighed a little as he rubbed his hands warmly over yours. 

“That better?” He asked after a few moments. 

“Yes. Thank you.” 

McCoy was quiet for a moment, eyes darting warily to your face. 

“I know this isn’t particularly ideal, but if we wanna make it through this without losin’ any of our extremities, we oughta keep close.” 

“No, that—It makes sense,” You agreed. Neither of you moved for a moment. Then, you rolled over again, cuddling back against McCoy. He curled his arm around your middle, pressing you flush against him. His legs slid against yours, one hooking between them. He took hold of one of your hands, still working at warming your fingers every few moments. 

--  

You weren’t sure when you’d drifted off, but you were coming up slowly now. You drew in a yawn, fingers flexing a touch. You could still feel them, that was good. You could still feel McCoy, too, where he was cuddled up against your back. You could feel his legs against yours, his arm around your middle, his…Phaser? Against your lower back? 

Oh gosh, that was not a phaser. 

You bit your lip, stomach flipping as you hesitantly shifted against him. Nothing. Maybe he was asleep? You gave another shift, and you heard a groan, and felt McCoy’s arm tighten around your middle. You sucked in a surprised breath at the feeling.

“...I appear to be experiencing some…” McCoy started, and you grinned, unable to help yourself. 

“We’re close and it’s cold, McCoy. It’s alright,” You chuckled softly. You hesitated before you gave another shift against him. McCoy’s fingers closed more tightly around yours. 

“Do you think it’d warm us up?” You pressed hesitantly. McCoy didn’t answer for a moment. Then, 

“Be more of a help than a hindrance.” 

“Well, as long as it’d help.” 

The two of you hesitated for another long moment before McCoy gave an experimental shove of his hips. You rocked back against him, and couldn’t help but grin at the feeling of his shuddering breath. You intertwined your fingers, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze. It was a slow, steady rocking at first. You found yourself warming beneath your jacket, groaning softly as McCoy slipped his thigh between your legs. You pushed into it, rolling your hips down against the taut muscle. You bit your lip, and couldn’t help but press more harshly down against the feeling. 

“Is this helping you?” McCoy gritted out. You nodded, swallowing thickly. 

“Yeah, it's good,” You insisted in a mumble, “Really good.” 

McCoy pressed his face into your neck, panting hotly against the chilled skin. He slid his hand up under your jacket, groping your breasts and giving them a squeeze. 

“Is this still purely for warmth?” You laughed, “Because that was, like, the one part of me that I wasn’t worried about being warm.” 

Bones chuckled. 

“One of us has to worry about your other extremities, right?” 

You shivered though it had nothing to do with the chilled air. Pressed so close and murmuring so low in your ear, the doctor’s drawl had never been so acute. It warmed you nearly as much as your close quarters. You raised your hand, slipping it under your jacket to grasp his encouragingly. He hissed softly. 

“How are your hands still so goddamn cold,” He groaned.

“I dunno. Awful, isn’t it.” 

“Something we’ll have to check out later.” 

Bones’ fingers slid from your breasts to skim the waistband of your pants. 

“May I?” 

“Worried that’s gonna be cold, too?” 

“I might as well check.” 

You grinned, reaching down and lifting the waistband just enough for him to get his hand inside. You bit your lip as he smoothed his fingertips along your wetting cunt, and couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up in your throat. 

“What is it?” He murmured. 

“Nothing. Just never thought I’d get this particular treatment from Leonard ‘Legendary Hands’ McCoy.” 

Bones chuckled, too, giving your earlobe a gentle nip. 

“I may’ve had something else in mind," He admitted, "But for now, it’s safer if we stay clothed.” 

The prospect made your heart leap into your throat. You gently dislodged Bones’ hand from between your legs before you shifted, turning to face him. He searched your face for a moments, brow furrowed in confusion, and cheeks red in a very different way than they had been before. 

“My lips are getting a little cold here, doctor.” 

His own twitched with a smile, and he dipped his head, tenderly nudging your nose with his as he slipped his hand into your pants again.

“Well then we oughta take care of that, huh?” 

The first press was chilly, and chaste. Then McCoy teased his tongue out, warmly trailing his tongue along the seam of your lips. You parted your lips to him, groaning softly and sucking his tongue between your lips. You slid your hand down, palming his length as he swirled his fingers around your clit. You pressed your hips into each other’s hands, moaning and panting into one another’s mouths as your bodies moved together. You nipped at Bones’ lip as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. 

“Fuck—McCoy—” 

“Go on,” He urged, “Cum on my fingers, darlin’—Fuck, right there.” 

You gave his cock a squeeze, jerking with renewed purpose as you chased your own orgasm. You caught McCoy’s lips in another kiss, desperate to cum—

And then you opened your eyes, and saw a golden haze forming around the two of you. You drew back from McCoy, hurriedly drawing your hands back and shoving his hand away in turn. You suddenly found yourself on the floor of the transporter room. You swallowed thickly, heart pounding in your chest as you readjust to the warmth, the bright light in the room. Looking around, you spotted McCoy a pad away from you, hastily readjusting his jacket to cover his front. Then you turned to spot your Captain, his brows raising as he glanced between the two of you. 

“You alright?” Kirk asked.

“Jesus, Jim. A little warning would’ve been nice,” Bones grumbled, pushing himself to stand. You were halfway up as Bones held his hand out to you. You took it, warming embarrassedly as you felt his fingers slick with you. He dropped your hand quickly before he nodded you out of the room. 

“I have to log the samples,”  You insisted.

“I need to check you for frostbite and hypothermia,” Bones countered. 

“You—Is something wrong, do you feel alright?” Kirk asked, frowning. 

“Uh…” You glanced between Kirk and Bones nervously. Kirk looked genuinely concerned; Bones arched his brows knowingly. You had to fight off a smile as you fixed Kirk with an apologetic look. 

“Honestly no, Captain. I’m not feeling one hundred percent. I—Maybe I should go to medbay.” 

“Yeah, of course. The samples can wait,” Kirk insisted. You nodded, muttering your thanks as you followed McCoy. You walked side by side down the hall, your arms brushing every other step. As you stepped onto the turbolift, as the lift chimed your destination back to Bones, you glanced over at him. 

“...Not going to be as cold in the Medbay,” You pointed out. 

“No…But my office’ll be a damn sight more private. Much warmer.” 

“...I don’t need as many layers when I’m warm,” You commented contemplatively. 

“And I ought to give you a full examination.”

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[pepperpottsandcompany]

Hi! For the 200 follower celebration, I'd like to request:

• A drabble of either Janice Rand or Nyota Uhura (aos or tos is fine! Aos' romantic Spock/Uhura isn't really my thing, but I still love her character in aos)

• As for the relationship bit, I'd like to ask about El(or Jane) and Max from Stranger Things' friendship, and/or Maeve and Aimee from Sex Education!

Thank you, and congrats on 200!!

Hi! I got a little carried away with the drabble for Janice Rand...I hope you like it!😊

Janice was tired. And upset. It had been a long day and she’d been back and forth to the bridge more than usual, since they’d ended up in yet another emergency. But she’d kept her cool, delivered vital padds and information to the Captain, and kept going the whole day. And of course, Lieutenant Marik and Ensign Laff had gone out of their way to insult her every time they saw her. They’d done this for months, ever since Janice had turned down Marik’s advances.

Janice steadfastly ignored them, but the wounding remarks had been worse today. And now she had to go back down the corridor again. Towards the bridge for the final time that day. Sighing, Janice stood tall, and began her walk down the corridor. “Hey Jan, why don’t you come here? I got something better than a padd for you!” She kept going, determined not to look at them. “Hey girl, pay attention when we talk to you!”

“You ain’t nothing but some eye candy for us and you’ll be gone the moment your face withers.” Janice sniffled, and almost ran straight into Commander Spock. She stuttered, then righted her padds. “Sorry, sir. Didn’t see you there.” Spock tilted his head, considering the Yeoman. “That’s quite all right Yeoman.” He looked towards Marik and Laff, noting how they’d stopped their taunts now that he’d appeared. “Are you well? Were Lieutenant Marik and Ensign Laff bothering you in some way?” Janice shook her head, but Spock had now been amongst humans long enough to notice the signs of emotional distress.

“Very well. Continue on Yeoman.” She smiled at him gratefully and almost ran down the corridor. Spock turned his attention to the two male crew members. He stalked towards them with all the grace of a predator stalking prey. “You ever threaten Yeoman Rand again, and I shall personally see to it that you are taken off this ship. She is a valuable and integral member of the crew, far more so than either of you. She is far more intelligent too. You harass her again, and the Captain will be informed.” Spock towered over the two men. “And he will not be as lenient as I am.” Satisfied, Spock walked away. From her place around the corner, Janice smiled. It was nice to feel valued.

What I like about Max & El's friendship - the bond between the two of them; the way they let loose and have fun and encourage each other. It's exactly the type of friendship that El needed, and their support for each other is a beautiful thing to see!

Maeve & Aimee's friendship - the same things, tbf. Maeve supports and loves Aimee, but is willing to defend her and protect her. I often feel protective of my friends, so I love seeing that shown. I also love how kind they are to each other, and how much fun they can have while being so different!

Celebrate 200 followers with me!

[notchesandbullets]

World Upside Down (Bullied!Shy!Reader x Big Brother!Dragons+Hak) Modern AU

Words: 2.3k

"Yona!!" You cried, bursting into her room with tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N?!" She hurried over to you. "What's wrong?!"

You tossed your phone to her in mortification. Her eyes widened in shock as they landed on the post. Someone had taken a picture of you doing something quirky, and posted it to social media. The comments were extremely toxic, and hundreds of people had already viewed it.

"Oh no..." Yona let your phone fall back down to the mattress, engulfing you in a hug.

You were sobbing into her shoulder, completely overwhelmed with humiliation and embarrassment. It might not seem like a very big deal to some, but to you, this felt you were exposed. Your privacy, invaded.

Yona heard the rapid footfalls of her housemates and a second later, her bedroom door was flung open again. In came five very worried, very ready to beat up anyone who made you cry, older brothers.

You couldn't calm down enough to answer their frantic questions. Zeno immediately went over to you, hugging you tightly and whispering reassuring words in your ear. Shin-ah was right behind him, placing his pet squirrel, Ao, on your shoulder. The furry creature rubbed her cheek against yours, making you let out a tearful laugh. Shin-ah and Zeno smiled softly at the sound.

Kija was wailing and crying with you, unsure of how to help, but certainly ready to be of assistance however he could. Jae-ha was braced against the wall, the farthest away from you and you reached out your arms. Silently begging for a hug.

He walked over without hesitation, dropping down beside you and embracing you closely, planting a small kiss on your hair. Hak's gaze was murderous as Yona handed him your phone. Jae-ha looked up questioningly at the younger and his body tensed in fury as Hak showed him the screen. Kija's mouth dropped open in shock that someone would say something so mean about you, then he stormed out of the room.

Jae-ha broke apart from you. Your cries had reduced to sniffles by now, and you were trying desperately to wipe away the tears that had rolled down your face. Shin-ah's lips drew back in a snarl as Hak passed your phone to him, and the only indication that Zeno was bothered was the slight darkening of his eyes.

"Oh hell no." Hak stormed past Jae-ha who didn't try to stop him, the elder even turning on his heel to follow him out. "They're going to pay."

There was a maniacal glint in Kija's eye. "No one messes with our sister." He declared.

"They better stay out of our way." Shin-ah's normally soft voice was hard with rage. Then he shrugged noncommittally. "Or not. I'll kill them either way."

Hak ordered, "Kija, bring the guns."

"Got it." The white-haired man ran to the room where they stored all of their weapons. They had a surprising surplus of them that would be alarming if you had never seen them fight before.

Hak owned a gun range, the military regularly using it for practice. You had no idea how that all came to be. There were rumors floating around that he was secretly a government operative, and in all honesty, you wouldn't be too surprised if he was.

Kija, strangely, was rather good with extendable metal claws that he had made in high school. They were crafted from steel and made to imitate the claws of a dragon. He rarely parted with them and they were his go-to weapon in a fight.

Jae-ha specialized in Capoeira, a fluid style of martial arts that used acrobatics to evade attacks while offensively utilizing kicks and punches. He was also quite skilled with knives. Scarily so. It was a good thing you weren't on his bad side, not that he would have the heart to hurt you even if you did.

Shin-ah knew swordsmanship from his adoptive father, who was also named Ao, who taught him at a young age. Zeno tended to prefer defensive tactics, but you've seen him fight offensively before and it was quite a force to be reckoned with.

Then, Hak's announcement shocked you back into reality.

"What?!"

"Yeah, Shin-ah, that sword's a good idea." The seriousness in Jae-ha's voice alarmed you.

"Now, wait a second!" You protested.

Zeno's normally cheerful personally shifted to something ferocious."We got their names right? They won't live to see another day."

Protective Zeno was surprisingly dark.

"Hang on a second!" You spread your arms in the doorway, preventing them from leaving. They could've easily all pushed past you, but they didn't. They looked down at you curiously, the blood-thirst heavy in the air. "You shouldn't kill them!!"

"Why not?" Zeno asked innocently. "They hurt our baby sister. They have to pay."

Shin-ah nodded silently, tapping the hilt of his sword against the palm of his hand threateningly. He was more than ready for them.

You sighed exasperatedly, sending a pleading look to Yona. "Can you at least convince Hak for me?" You begged.

The Thunder Beast peered closely at you. "Convince me of what?"

You threw up your hands. "This is not a good idea! What happens afterwards! They're going to come again-"

"Actually," Jae-ha stated flatly, raising a hand to interrupt you. "They won't be alive so you don't need to worry about that."

"What about how much trouble you'll get in?!" You were grasping at straws here. They really didn't seem eager to let go of their vengeance.

Kija shrugged nonchalantly. "Seems like a small price to pay for protecting you."

He had metal claws in his grip, and handed Hak several firearms.

Shin-ah nodded in agreement with his older brother. Zeno reached over, patting you on the head lightly. "If you really don't want us to, Zeno will listen! But Zeno cannot speak for the others."

You gave him a weak smile, biting your lip.

You really had no idea what to do.

Yona came over, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, then turned her burning violet gaze onto your brothers.

"Let's go."

You sputtered in surprise as they all left, and you made no motion to stop them. You sunk to the floor, with your face in your hands.

This wasn't going to end well.

It wasn't until hours later that they returned. Your worried gaze scanned them automatically for injuries, but there was no blood in sight. You breathed a sigh of relief. They were okay.

"Y/N!!" You looked up as you saw Yoon speeding towards you. He crashed into you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "Are you alright?!"

You nodded against his neck, eyes closing. It had been a while since you last saw him, he was so busy with medical school. Even though he was young, he was nothing short of a genius, and after he had run into Hak and Yona one day, your little group had taken him under your wing.

You pulled back from the hug, addressing the apprehensive group before you. "Where did you all go?"

Yona beamed brightly at you, and even Hak cracked a genuine smile, handing you back your phone. You hadn't even noticed that it was missing, too distracted by the turmoil of events that had all happened so fast.

You looked down hesitantly, but what your eyes landed on made them water with overwhelming joy.

They had gone into the city, and taken a series of pictures. Each had one word in it, with the gang all pointing to it excitedly.

They made up the sentences: Y/N's the best! We love Y/N!! There's no one like her!!

The caption made fresh tears fall down your face. You were guessing Yona had written it, but you could spot the elements of your brothers' influence in it.

"There's no one like her. She's the goofiest, most crazy, lovable, most caring, kind and faithful person anyone could ever hope to have. We're so lucky to be in her circle of friends, and we're proud of who she is!! If anyone's got a problem with that, you don't know what you're missing out on."

The comments were largely positive this time around. More people had liked the post than had seen the other video of you, and you felt like you were going to cry again. There were still some ones who didn't have anything nice to say, but you were so touched and moved by your friends that it didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Ah, damn it!" Hak tugged at his hair roughly. Kija frowned at your tears. "I knew we should've killed them instead!"

"No!" You cried out, yanking your phone back to your chest as Hak moved to grab it. "This is perfect." Your heart felt warm all over.

"Thank you." You said softly, looking down at your feet.

They all smiled fondly at you, happy that you liked their gift. Yona had to talk them all down, despite wanting to do less than ethical things to the bullies too. She was proficient in archery, and Hak was teaching you how to handle a sniper rifle.

"Come here, you rare beasts." Yoon announced, holding up several bags of groceries that you didn't notice before. "And Y/N and Yona. It's time for dinner."

Hak complained about how he wasn't a dragon, so it didn't apply to him, and Yoon promptly whacked him over the head. You giggled, and Shin-ah looked at you happily, glad to hear that sound again.

He couldn't stand the sound of you crying, he hated it more than anything else in the world. It also made Jae-ha's heart break when you were sad, especially if he couldn't do anything about it.

Whenever Hak saw you were upset, he wanted to do something immediately to fix the problem, but sometimes you just needed him to stay with you and hear you out. Zeno's presence always cheered you up and made you smile, and Kija's antics usually had the same result.

You seemed to put the negativity from this morning behind you. Smiling brightly, you followed Yoon into the kitchen as he continued to berate the self-proclaimed Thunder Beast.  The rest of them filed in eventually, Zeno ducked into his room.

"No, don't put that there!" Yoon smacked Hak's hand which was dangling a piece of carrot above the boiling water away from the pot. "Yona, wait-"

Sauce flew clear across the room, painting the wall the same shade of red as her hair. You were sitting on the counter, watching the craziness unfold with your mouth dropped open.

"Argh!" The pretty boy was starting to get fed up. "Okay, I need to cook the meat first. Jae-ha... cut that so I can season it."

The green-haired man nodded obediently but tripped over Shin-ah who was lying in the middle of the floor, causing the food in his hand to go tumbling down to the ground. Shin-ah reflexively brought his hand up to catch the falling meat, but that set off another chain reaction as Yona also dived for it. She crashed into Shin-ah and Jae-ha landed on top of her heavily.

In a second, Hak heaved Jae-ha to his feet, getting in close to his face.

"Yah!" Yoon yelled, straining to be heard above the noise. "If you're going to fight, go outside!"

Jae-ha was holding up his hands innocently, protesting against Hak's grip on the front of his shirt. He broke free, only to back away into Yoon, who was stirring the soup. The spoon he was holding clattered loudly to the tile floor.

Your eyes widened as he whipped around and everyone cringed at the anger in his eyes.

"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!"

They all scurried out, thoroughly chastised by mother. You hesitantly dropped down from the counter, making your way over the boy who was jerkily preparing the food.

"Yoon?" Your soft voice was timid and he turned around abruptly, tension easing as he saw the uncertainty swimming in your eyes.

He sighed, the sound echoing around the nearly empty kitchen. "Do you want to help?"

You nodded eagerly, lighting up at the idea. Yoon gave you a lopsided smile. "Cut the vegetables. I'll rescue the meat."

You two worked in tandem seamlessly. In no time at all, dinner was ready and Yoon was gathering the adults on the couch in the living room.

Once they were all lined up, you stifled a giggle as you noticed the varying degrees of guilt on their faces. Only Zeno was the one who looked confused as the why the boy in front of him had smoke blowing out of his ears.

"Now look here." Yoon reprimanded, jabbing a finger at the gang. "We're supposed to be cheering up Y/N because of what happened earlier today."

You stiffened, the reality of this morning's events flooding back to you and overtaking your mind. However, you could still hear Yoon as he continued his speech.

"Behave yourselves, or else," His bright blue eyes flashed in warning. "No dinner for a week."

They all bowed, "Yes, mother."

"I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!!" He shouted in annoyance.

You laughed, the dynamic would forever be something consistent for you. The bullies faded into the background as you focused on the way your brothers roughly bantered with each other, pulling Yona into the chaotic mix.

They had shown you that people will do and say whatever they wanted to, but you had people who loved you no matter what. They loved you for you, and that'll forever stay with you.

[aomine-ryo]

Hii there...love ur blog.. Thanks for keeping knb tag rolling..i do have some requests...

Sooo whenever you feel like..

Pls consider any of the following..

And yeah Sry for bugging you.. Umm.. But if u do take up any of my request.. It can be like

1)hurt/comfort .. Kise sobbing while boyfriend mine! Is like

"I'm here babe"

2)sickfic..kise collapse due to overwork (modelling/baske) and boyfriend mine takes care of him... Or just a delirious sick Kise with ao taking care of him

♥it can be (1+2) fic as well

Or....

3) Fluff/crack/lemon

Gom have a movie night (or any kind of get together)and Aokise (especially Ao) do a lot of PDA...

Thanku author~san♡loads of love n support.. Waiting in anticipation (●´з`)��(●´з`)♡(●´з`)♡

Oooh I love all the options ahsjdj I wanna do them all 😭 I’ll do 1+2 for now, but I might do the 3rd one for fun sometime later. I hope you like it!! xx

Scenario: Aomine taking care of an overworked Kise (aokise)

It’d been a while since Aomine had gotten a chance to spend time with Kise. Between modelling, basketball and school, the blonde always had one commitment after the other and it was nearly impossible for Aomine to have him all to himself. It didn’t help that they went to different schools either. However, Kise finally had some free time after a practice game and he chose to spend it with his boyfriend.

Kise suggested that they meet up after his game, but there was no way Aomine was going to miss a basketball match that Kise was playing in- even if it was just a practice match. It would give Aomine the opportunity to see the progress that Kise had made during his practice as well as the ability to just watch him. Aomine would be perfectly content with watching Kise do absolutely nothing for hours, and the ability to watch that model run up and down with his perfect skin glistening with sweat? Yes please.

Aomine got there while the Kaijo team was still warming up and Kise’s face immediately brightened up at the sight of him. He stopped his stretches just to give Aomine an enthusiastic wave, to which he responded with an awkward wave of his own. However, their small moment was quickly cut short by Kasamatsu yelling at Kise to concentrate, making Aomine chuckle as Kise got back to what he was doing. And almost immediately, Aomine noticed that Kise wasn’t putting any weight onto his left ankle. Was his injury back? Once their warmups were over, the blonde wasted no time in running over to Aomine and pouncing onto him and giving him a hug that made him lose his balance for a moment.

“Aomine-cchi! You made it! I haven’t seen you in so long! I missed you,” Kise greeted, voice as cheery as ever.

“Hey, I’ve missed you too, you dumbass,” Aomine smiled, holding onto his waist and giving him a peck on his lips. “Is your ankle okay? It seemed a bit off when you were warming up just now.”

“Huh? Oh that,” Kise remembered the slight ache he felt on his ankle, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Anyways, are you ready to see me absolutely demolish the other team?”

Aomine was very well aware that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’ like Kise said it was, but he didn’t dwell on it too much because he believed that it wouldn’t be too much of an issue since it was just practice. “I know you can beat all those other teams but I know you’ll never beat me,” Aomine teased, sparking the start of their usual back and forths.

The game eventually began and Aomine headed up to the second floor to watch after wishing Kise good luck. As expected, Kaijo dominated the other team with ease. However, that didn’t stop Kise from showing off- Aomine was watching him after all. The amber eyed boy was giving it his all, and Aomine was definitely amused by it, but a small part of him was slightly concerned about Kise going overboard. And just that thought popped into his head, Kise collapsed to the floor all by himself. The game stopped and the coach and a few others rushed to check on him. Of course, Aomine also sprinted onto the court without hesitation.

“What’s wrong?” Aomine questioned as he got there, seeing his red-cheeked and delirious boyfriend on the floor, being held up by the coach.

“He has a fever,” informed Kasamatsu. “Do you mind taking him home and making him get some rest?”

“Home? No!” Kise protested, slurring his words. “I’m fine, I can play more!”

“Don’t worry, I can take him home,” Aomine said, ignoring what Kise had to say.

Aomine took his jacket off and wrapped it around Kise before heaving the blonde onto his back to carry him home.

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” Aomine scolded as he left the gym while giving Kise a piggyback ride.

“I’m not! I can play more! Put me down,” Kise demanded, on the verge of tears. His body was too weak to put up a struggle though.

“Babe your body is literally trembling right now, you’re not going anywhere,” Aomine said sternly.

Kise’s head rested on Aomine’s shoulder in defeat. Thinking that it was the end of Kise’s ridiculous protests, Aomine continued walking towards his house in silence. However, a few moments later he heard a soft sobbing which sent him into panic mode. Did he just make Kise cry?

“Kise? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“My ankle hurts,” he cried into Aomine’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ll put some ice on it when we get to my house— we’re not too far, just hold on for a little longer,” Aomine instructed, picking up his pace. In any other situation, Aomine would’ve been teasing him for crying over nothing, but he was fully aware that Kise hadn’t gotten a proper rest in weeks so he didn’t want to test him.

“Aomine-cchi, I let my team down,” he continued sobbing.

“It was just a practice match. It’s fine. Plus those guys will be just fine without you, they’re all strong,” Aomine reassured, gaining only a hum in response as Kise remained silent for the rest of the walk.

They finally got to Aomine’s house, where he helped Kise freshen up and lent him a fresh set of clothes. Even when he was sick he managed to look absolutely stunning to Aomine. Something about the way that his sweater was oversized on Kise’s small body had Aomine’s heart going into overdrive. All he wanted to do was cuddle him and shower him in kisses, but he didn’t because he was aware that Kise didn’t have the energy for that.

Aomine didn’t know how to cook, so he fed Kise some heated up pasta that his mother had left for him in the fridge before tucking him into his bed. Aomine carefully placed a cold towel on Kise’s forehead as well as an ice pack on his ankle.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to massage you or something?” Aomine asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just weird because you’re not teasing me or scolding me for once,” Kise said with a weak smile on his face.

Aomine chuckled and shook his head, “Once you feel better you won’t hear the end of my scolding, just you wait,” he threatened jokingly, making Kise giggle. Aomine sat on the floor by the bed and began to softly caress Kise’s warm cheek, making the blonde feel more at ease as his body began to completely relax.

Kise didn’t say anything for a while; all he did was sniffle. “Aomine-cchi,” he spoke again, voice soft as ever.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go on our date,” he mumbled as his eyelids got heavier.

Amidst all the frenzy, Aomine had completely forgotten that they were meant to be going out until Kise brought it up. “Oh, that’s alright. We can go some other time,” Aomine replied.

“Really?”

“Of course, you weirdo. I’ll always make time for you, just say the word,” Aomine said, “Now I’ll leave you here to get some rest—“

“No!” Kise said quickly, gripping onto Aomine’s hand. “Please stay here with me.”

“My god, you really are a child,” Aomine sighed as he sat back down and returned to caressing Kise’s cheek. As much as he hated to admit it, couldn’t say no to Kise. “Alright I’ll stay.”

“Thank you,” Kise smiled as he closed his eyes. The room became silent after that. After a few moments, Aomine assumed that Kise was asleep but he remained seated there, watching his boyfriend look as beautiful as ever. “Aomine-cchi,” Kise mumbled suddenly, startling him for a moment. “I love you.”

Aomine felt his heart melt as a dorky smile spread across his face, making him glad that Kise’s eyes were shut. “I love you too dummy.”

.

[onceuponaloonatic]

What if sae had some kind of miscarriage scare where she wasn't feeling well and thought it was just morning sickness or other pregnancy symptoms but the cramps and dizziness get so bad that she panicks and has daehyung drive her to the hospital in the middle of the night to make sure hana was alright... but then it ends up being fine and sae is just told to rest in bed for a while ao nothing else happens to stress her out😭

“Sae-chan?” Daehyung asked as he felt his wife moving next to him. “Is something wrong?” 

“Daehyung... “ Sae trailed off. “Daehyung I think something’s wrong.” “What Sae?” Daehyung yawned as he sat up, still in the process of waking up. “What do you mean?” “Daehyung… I think something is wrong. We need to go to the hospital.” Pure panic-filled Daehyung once he registered what Sae had said. Something going wrong with Sae’s pregnancy was his biggest fear, and he was terrified. “I-Is it the baby?” Sae nodded tears in her eyes and one hand on her stomach. “Okay. Let’s go. Do you need help walking?” Daehyung lept out of bed and offered Sae his arm. She took it and held onto it as Daehyung grabbed some clothes for them. Daehyung threw a pair of jeans on and a shirt, giving Sae a large shirt and shorts. Once they were mostly dressed they rushed out of the apartment, Daehyung wrapping an arm around her shoulder to keep her steady. Once they were in Daehyung’s car he laced their fingers together with his free hand as he drove. “What’s wrong baby?” “I don’t know… I’m just really dizzy and I’m cramping so bad.” Sae answered, tears coming to her eyes.” Daehyung what if something goes wrong? What if we- what if we lose Hana?” Sae sniffled.

“We won’t,” Daehyung stated, trying to calm Sae down. “I promise.” Daehyung wasn’t convinced at his own words, but he needed her to be calm. The more Sae freaked out the worse things would get for all of them. 

The drive to the hospital was short, they could normally walk if they wanted to. Once they were there Daehyung quickly parked in his staff spot before moving to help Sae out of the car. She held his arm and he led her inside, telling the front desk what Sae was experiencing. She was led to a room in the maternity ward and Daehyung followed. Once they were there, a doctor came to them and did an examination on Sae. They all sighed in relief when the doctor said Sae was okay. 

“She’s fine. Nothing to be concerned about.” The doctor addressed Daehyung, who sighed in relief. “But you should get some rest, stress is just about the worst thing for you right now.” “That makes sense. I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest.” Daehyung nodded, squeezing his wife’s hand. “Sure. Coming in was the right call, beta pregnancies do require more monitoring. Anyway, if you don’t have any questions I’ll go get the paperwork.” Sae and Daehyung both nodded and the doctor left them alone. 

“Thank god,” Daehyung muttered, squeezing Sae’s hand again.

“I’m sorry for freaking out.” Daehyung looked into Sae’s eyes. “It’s okay. The doctor said you made the right call. We just want Hana to be safe.” Daehyung muttered, leaning in for a kiss. “It’s not much longer though.” “Yeah… And then we’ll have our beautiful little Hana.”

[vannahfanfics]

Heard

Category: Hurt and Comfort, General Fluff

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Yona, Zeno, Jae-ha, Shin-ah, Kija

Requested by: Snow3bunny

Yona’s lips pursed slightly as she inspected herself in the body-length mirror propped against the wall of her bedroom. The long sleeves of her pastel-pink dress flapped down against the floor as she compulsively smoothed down the flower-patterned fabric of the garment; it was reflexive, really, because she could care less about the dress. The real problem lie with the puffy redness and dark black rings around her eyes that was indicative of her sleepless nights. Yona had been trying hard to take advantage of her new freedoms, but despite her best efforts, she was no closer to understanding Soo-Won and his plans than ever. Then there was the matter of Soo-Won potentially dying in the near future; Yona still hated him for murdering her father, but she be damned if she still didn’t harbor some sort of feelings for the man. What those were, she was not quite sure anymore, but regardless she still did not look upon his demise positively. Her frustrations had manifested into fierce insomnia and quite a few bitter crying spells. Yona wouldn’t mind simply strolling around the castle in such a condition, because she could care less what everyone else thought…

But she didn’t want her beloved dragons to see her in such a wretched state.

Somehow, Yona had finally convinced the king to allow her an audience with them. They would be along in any minute, escorted by Minsoo. Tossing her sunset hair over her shoulders, she took a deep breath and then released it. You must stay strong, Yona. These problems are nothing. Be happy for your dragons! You don’t want them to worry about you! She practiced a smile in the mirror, trying to mold the most convincing fake she could. Try as she may, her eyes continued to remain cold and lifeless. She just hoped that her act would be convincing enough.

“Princess Yona! The dragons are here to see you- Yoon, too,” came Minsoo’s cheerful voice. Plastering that sickly saccharine smile on her face, Yona whirled on her feet to greet them, and-

Immediately, she began crying.

She hadn’t meant to. All it took was Jae-ha flashing her that crooked smile, and the façade crumbled like a castle wall under the assault of a cannonade. How could she ever hope to lie to her dragons? She couldn’t bear the weight of this cross by herself. She was so desperate for comfort, for consoling, for them to be her confidantes that it made her soul scream in agony. She couldn’t say anything, though. Yona already knew far too much; it was only thanks to Soo-Won that her life wasn’t in danger. She didn’t believe that the same courtesy would extend to her beloved friends. As a sob cracked her body, she surged forward to all but leap into a very puzzled Jae-ha’s arms.

“Y-yona?”

She buried her tear-streaked face into the soft fabric of his clothes. His body was tense at first, but gradually relaxed to embrace her fully, his arms enclosing around her in a gentle hug. “Don’t cry. We’ve missed you, too.” Yona’s red eyes blinked blearily up at him to see him smiling softly down at her, but the hard edge to his face belied the truth behind his words; he was pretending that this was the issue at hand, but he knew that Yona would not shed tears over something like that.

“Ah, Princess!” Minsoo smiled sweetly as he stood beside her and tentatively reached out to rub small, rhythmic circles into the spot between her shoulder blades. “It’s all better now, right? There’s no need to be sad.” His words screwed into her heart like a serrated knife. No. No, he knew better than that. “I’ll leave you with your friends for a while, okay?” As he turned to leave, Yona caught his wrist in a firm, knuckle-whited grip.

“Minsoo. You need to tell Hak. Tell him about Soo-Won.” All the blood immediately drained from his face and he looked frantically at the door, as if he were expecting guards to come charging through. “Minsoo!”

“Princess!” he hissed and jumped forward such that their faces were closed. His eyebrows were knitted together in an expression of deep worry, nearly mania. “Please! Princess Yona, you mustn’t say anymore!” he begged, then dropped his voice into a hushed whisper. “Hak is very special to you, I know. It is for that very reason that you mustn’t put him in a dangerous position by telling him anything! Surely that is what His Majesty wants too, because even still, Hak is the person that he trusts most.” Yona bit down hard on her lip. Little beads of blood bubbled up beneath the points of her canines- but she did not fight him. Deep down, she knew it was the truth, but it hurt so badly to keep this secret, especially from Hak. Minsoo studied her face for a moment, and when he was content that Yona had no more intentions to babble, he sighed heavily and straightened up. “Now then… I will leave you all alone for a while, yes?” His gaze shifted guiltily down to his feet. Yona felt guilty, too. She knew it must be hurting him to have to tell her things she didn’t want to hear.

“Thank you, Minsoo,” she mumbled before resuming her respite in the folds of Jae-ha’s clothes. She did not retract even after the door shut behind the aide. Her fingers twisted into the soft textile as she sniffled quietly into his chest. She knew. She knew she ought not saying anything, but her heart felt so heavy carrying this burden all alone. Yona was bitter about it, too. She should be strong enough to hold this secret, for all their sakes, but she was not. Had she not grown at all throughout her arduous journey? She felt like she had traveled back to that night, when she had been so helpless and scared and powerless.

At this point, the dragons and Yoon had gathered around her, confused as to what exactly was ailing her.

“We’re so glad to see you,” Kija chimed good-naturedly from her left. She nodded miserably into Jae-ha.

“I missed you all so much,” came her muffled reply.

“Yona? What’s the matter?” Shin-ah asked softly as he reached out to awkwardly play with the curled ends of her red hair. Yona whimpered into the green-haired man. She wouldn’t say. She couldn’t say!

“Princess, if you don’t talk to us, we can’t help you,” Yoon cajoled her, and he almost coaxed her into talking just with how soft and inviting his voice was. Yona insistently shook her head back and forth, a red mark appearing on her forehead where it chafed against Jae-ha’s clothes.

“I can’t say!”

“All right, all right, let it be,” Jae-ha barked and pulled her into a tighter hug. “We don’t need to put her in a bad position.”

“Miss, did something happen to Mister King Guy?” Zeno guessed suddenly.

“What did I just say?!” Jae-ha griped. Yona’s body went entirely rigid against him, and she silently begged Zeno to say no more.

“He looked really pale on our walk yesterday,” the childlike blonde continued recklessly. Her red eyes glared at him through the shadows of Jae-ha’s arms enfolding her. He tilted his head back as he tapped the pad of his index finger against his chin. “Is he si-“

“No!” she shrieked, twisting in Jae-ha’s arm so she could clamp her hand down hard over his mouth. His eyes stared owlishly above her hand, slowly blinking in realization. “Don’t say it,” she pleaded tearfully. “Don’t say it.” A collective sigh filled the room. He hadn’t said it, but they all realized what was happening just by her reaction. Yoon wriggled his way underneath Jae-ha’s toned bicep to hug her close.

“Oh, Princess… You must have such a weight upon your shoulders…” Ao hopped off of Shin-ah’s shoulder onto hers and nuzzled her furry face affectionately against her cheek. Yona’s bottom lip wobbled as tears brimmed at the lids of her eyes again, then spilled over to roll down her cheeks and bleed into Jae-ha’s sleeves. Shin-ah began stroking her hair softly, while Kija bobbed about trying to be encouraging but also freaking out a little.

Despite herself, Yona smiled and pressed her face back into Jae-ha. She really should have controlled her emotions better, but despite any impending consequences, Yona felt like she had just been freed of fifty pounds of iron shackles. She hadn’t said anything, because she really hadn’t needed to. Her trusted friends knew her better than anyone, after all. They heard her loud and clear. Eyes closing as she nestled into Jae-ha’s comforting warmth, Hak’s face danced in the blackness of her vision.

Hak… What will we do? Soo-Won… is going to die. I don’t know what’s to become of me, and you, and Yoon, and my dragons… I don’t know what to do. I’m lost without you, Hak…

I need you…

Hak was far, far out of her reach, no matter how much she wished it weren’t so. Yet, it didn’t sadden her as much as she would have thought. In the arms of her beloved, brave, kind dragons, Yona felt they were all untouchable, at least for a few, brief, treasured moments…

Enjoy this oneshot? Here’s Part II! Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents! 

[rowdysakura]

Rizumo Week 2017, Day 2 - Embarassment

title: you’re no rock n’ roll fun fandom: Ao no Exorcist / Blue Exorcist characters: Kamiki Izumo, Okumura Rin, Moriyama Shiemi, and a gaggle of OC kids series: all the good in me is because of you (it’s true)

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale deeply and pray to Inari to give her the strength to not punch her second secretary through the wall. It’d be the start of a bad track record, for one. (Although, to be fair, the first one had been a demon impersonating the exorcist that was her first unknown-to-her dead secretary.) For two, Emi isn’t truly the source of her vexation. Thus, it would be entirely unfair to break the young girl’s face.

Izumo covers her face with a single hand, the other resting on her hip as she hangs her head. There’s a long moment as she goes through a couple of more cycles of meditative breathing before she drops both hands to her sides. Her head tilts back to stare up at the ceiling in apparent despair.

“How long have they been here?” she asks, tone full of the tiredness of a war general finally settling into the grave of defeat.

Emi winces sympathetically and gives Izumo’s shoulder a squeeze.

“It’s only been two minutes, it can’t be too bad right?” she answers, cheer in the lines of body and the smile on her face. Even her long brown hair seems cheerful in the way it bobs as she nods encouragingly.

Her smile is a lie, however. Izumo knows this down to her very bones. She’s done this too many times to be fooled. Has watched the light drain from her subordinates eyes, bit by painful bit, as she’s sent them again and again on this mission, a fate worse than death.

(”Never be the one to keep Arc Knight Izumo’s family busy while she’s out,” they whisper around the water cooler. Only when the light is brightest for fear of bringing ill luck, otherwise. “You’ll never come out the same.”)

It is that bad, Izumo knows. Her red eyes pierce brown and find nothing--Emi is dead inside already. Which is why she’s meeting Izumo outside her subordinates’ shared office space and not Izumo’s own. Emi’s given up. Set them free. Izumo finds herself imagining the carnage that awaits the two of them beyond the ridiculously tall, ridiculously thick double doors.

Izumo sighs. Then straightens, pulling back her shoulders and tilting her chin up. If she is going to walk into hell then she is going in proud and unbroken.

Decision made, Izumo strides forward. Emi trails behind her superior. Her own back unbowed, as well. Izumo will remember her fondly.

Grasping a handle, Izumo pulls open the wooden door. Internally, she braces for screaming both wild, victorious and low, despairing kinds; for seeing her subordinates, good exorcists the lot of them, spread among their desks, slumping lifelessly like forgotten debris; for the horde held precariously within to come rushing towards her the moment she’s noticed. She does not brace, instead, for silence.

Only just realizing she has closed her eyes, Izumo cautiously cracks a single one open.

“SURPRISE!”

Izumo’s eyes fly wide open, her hand gripping tightly onto the door handle in shock. Her mouth drops open and all she can do is stare.

There’s a different sort of carnage than what she had expected: confetti, burst across the office upon her entrance, a banner strung from the ceiling declaring “Happy Birthday, Kamiki Izumo (Mom)!”, and a ridiculously large cake behind the whole group. There were screams but all of delight and cheer. Not a single one of horror. Before her stands the horde, her little family of gremlins: children, husband, and wife, grinning wildly in alliance with her coworkers, waiting for her reaction.

“Oh,” murmurs Izumo. It’s all she can seem to get out past the sudden lump in her throat.

It’s enough, however. Emi slips out from behind her to join Izumo’s subordinates while the red-haired twins, Izanagi and Izanami, rush towards their flabbergasted mother. The rest of her children and her spouses follow after at their own paces. The twins collide with her legs before wrapping their arms firmly around them. In unison their grinning faces peer up at Izumo with mismatched eyes.

“Are you--”

“--very surprised?”

“We did our bestest--”

“--to keep it secret!”

Heat begins to creep up her neck as Izumo laughs just a bit nervously before encircling the two in a hug as best she can.

“Oh, yes, very surprised,” she replies, watching her words transform their faces from happy to positively gleeful.

Izumo lets them go, though they remain attached, to draw her next two kids--Shiro and Sadako--into an embrace. They’re older than the twins. Twelve and ten and already standing at her shoulder. Sadako presses her face into Izumo’s neck while Shiro leans up to a plant a shameless kiss on her cheek. Izumo ruffles his hair in retaliation, smiling as he squawks.

“Mother, I worked all day on that!”

“It was a beautiful mohawk,” Izumo allows. Smile turning into a smirk as Shiro protests that he’s ‘not beautiful, oh my god.’  “But, you know the rules, kisses get smushes.”

Shiro pouts, whining, “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Are you sure that’s not a made-up rule, mom?” asks Sadako, in turn.

“Oh, no, it’s definitely a real rule. I was there when she put it into the official lawbook,” assures Aiko as she comes up and manages to encircle her siblings and mother in one huge hug. Only fifteen and she’s already as tall as her father. It brings a spark of prideful envy to Izumo, as her eldest leans in to press their foreheads together. “Happy birthday, Mom.”

Before Izumo can say anything (though she doubts she could’ve, that lump seems to have grown several sizes in just a span of seconds), Izanami yelps excitedly, “She’s very surprised!”

The six of them break into laughs drawing apart just as Rin and Shiemi arrive, bringing up the rear.

“Really? I was worried you would figure it out and be all grumpy about it,” admits Rin, his grin unwavering.

Shiemi slaps him lightly on the arm before stepping forward and grasping Izumo’s hands, “What Rin means to say is that while we know you don’t particularly care to celebrate your birthday...so we hope this is okay.”

“A-and! If you don’t like it we don’t have to do this ever again,” assures Rin quickly, looking ready to take cover behind Shiemi.

“We just want to show you how much we appreciate you, is all,” finishes Aiko, giving her mother’s shoulder a soft squeeze. Sadako, Shiro, Izanami and Izanagi all give chorusing agreements.

The seven of them give her such hopeful looks that Izumo almost feels scared to breathe. She does, somehow. Past the tightness and the lump.

“Heh, well,” begins Izumo, licking her lips and swallowing. Her eyes avert to the ground. “What am I supposed to say to that? Especially, with those puppy dog looks that I’m pretty sure I banned...Of, course I like it. Thank you, very, very much for caring so much about me.”

“C’mon, bring it in!” Izumo calls, keeping her head down even as she raises her arms.

“Group hug!” shriek the twins.

Shiro gulps, “Two hugs in one day? Is this the end--ow, Sadako!”

“Get in here already.”

“I’m so glad you liked it! Just wait until you taste the cake I made your favorite kind.”

“I made sure he didn’t go too overboard on the sweetness factor, too,” Aiko adds, squeezing into the hug from behind. “And Shiemi brewed some mean tea.”

“We did--”

“--the presents!” 

“I’m the one who came up with the plan! Your secretary helped too, I guess.”

At that, Izumo weakly rubs her knuckles into her eldest son’s black hair, forcing out, “I-it was you who conspired to give me a conniption, then, huh?”

Her eyes burn and she can’t seem to draw in enough air. A small tremble runs through the purple-haired woman’s frame and Izumo draws her family in tighter with a shaky inhale. Her family’s voices buzz around her, almost lost in  the background drone of her cheerful colleagues.

I haven’t been fair to them, she thinks, remembering many birthdays passed by with ‘abrupt’ long-term, out of country exorcism missions that she simply ‘couldn’t’ pass up or flat out refusal to participate in anything more extravagant than a nice dinner at home, sans presents. Even now, she can feel the urge to brush them off and flee. The urge to hide away from the day that had only ever served to remind her mother how much she hadn’t wanted Izumo. 

(I wish I’d never given birth to you!)

Shame bubbles up inside Izumo. Only to be smothered by the sheer overwhelming amount of love pouring from her family to her. She hugs them tighter still, a sniffle breaking from her.

Shiemi gasps, “Izumo! Are you crying?”

Her family pulls back in concern, Rin spluttering, “N-now, don’t you start! If you start cr...crying then I...I...I will too!”

He really does start blubbering, waterworks, soft sniveling, snot and all, sending the twins off into whimpers. Aiko pats Rin’s back in faint amusement while Sadako worriedly gathers up Izanagi and Izanami to shush them. Beside his two mothers, Shiro stands stiffly. His arms raised in apparent surrender and eyes so wide he looks like he might faint at any second.

“I’m not crying!” protests Izumo in a sharp whisper. She attempts to point an accusatory finger in Rin’s direction. It’s rather difficult, however, when Shiemi holds onto her hands firmly. Supposedly, in attempt to calm her. “I-I’m just real-real-really happy!”

“See? Happy crying, happy crying, no need for you two to go weeping too!” Sadako all but wails in the background.

“I’m g-glad!” sobs out Rin.

Izumo chokes out, “Stop yelling!”

It’s too late, however, the damage has been done. The victim of carnage Izumo had been expecting earlier, namely dignity, has come at last. She just never thought it would be hers.

“Stop looking! Get back to work, you heathens!” Izumo shouts at her subordinates. They all stare back at her with an odd mix of well-trained fear and bemused bewilderment in their gaze. If Izumo hadn’t been ready for funeral drums before she certainly is now.

“But we haven’t even had cake yet!” objects Emi from the crowd, looking quite put out.

“She’s right. You haven’t opened presents either. How about we take care of that and then they can go back to work afterwards,” soothes Shiemi, sounding all too reasonable and polite.

Izumo can only stare at her wife with watery eyes, betrayed.

“Oooh, yes, don’t you two want cake? You only get cake if you stop crying, though!”

The tears drain away immediately to be replaced by near battle cries.

“Cake!” shrieks Izanagi.

“I want cake!” demands Izanami.

Grinning the sort of mad grin that possesses those who’ve just scraped by death, Sadako jogs away with the twins in arm, shouting, “Alright! Cake for everyone!”

A cheer goes up from the crowd at her declaration, followed by ever more raucous orders for only the biggest, most icing-est pieces of cake from the two twins.

Aiko hums. One more pat to her father’s back and she’s striding over to the still frozen Shiro. She hooks an arm about him and starts to drag him away, musing aloud, “I could definitely go for some cake. How about you, Shiro?”

Indescribable mumbles are the only response she receives. 

“Good enough,” declares the eldest Kamiki-Okumura cheerily, steering them towards the front of the growing line. 

Shiemi and Izumo watch them go. Shiemi faintly amused. Izumo falling somewhere to between mortification and glassy eyed acceptance. When they glance back at each other, Shiemi’s smile softens. Gently, she dabs at Izumo’s eyes, drying them.

“Let’s go eat, alright?”

Izumo doesn’t nod, or make a noise of agreement, but she doesn’t resist Shiemi’s tug towards the promising, if diminishing, cake. A sort of smile is even managing to creep onto her face. Sure, she’s certainly going to be a laughing stock around her office for a while but for once she’s pleased and happy on her birthday. With her family no less!  Snide marks around the office aren’t anything a little iron fist ruling can’t fix. If she ever comes off this endorphin high, that is. She might not even care--

“Aaah, I love you guys so much!”

Izumo and Shiemi don’t even get a chance to run before they’re lifted off their feet by one--no longer sobbing but still deliriously overcome with emotion--Rin. 

“I love you too, Rin,” returns Shiemi serenely. A faint blush spreading across her cheeks. Quite oppositely, Izumo writhes, claws, and howls like a trapped, wild animal.

“We love you too, Dad!” chorus all their children at once. More than one voice muffled through cake.

Izumo slumps in Rin’s arms. They’re out to kill her. Honestly, truly. Through kindness.

“Shameless! All of you are shameless!”

notes: honestly hope to explain this with subsequent stories but for now here’s a rough guide.

Izumo had Aiko when she was 22. Izumo, Rin, and Shiemi are all 37 in this fic. The rest of the children were adopted at various points. Shiemi became a part of the marriage (although not officially recognized) around the time Shiro was adopted.

Aiko is a carbon copy of her mother Izumo, bc manga genetics, with her father’s build, quarter demon, does not appear to have her father’s flames. Wears her hair ridiculously long. They don’t think she’s ever cut it, not even once. Training to be an exorcist, possibly dragoon.

Shiro is a brown haired and brown-eyed human. His hair pretty shaggy, he tries to do mohawks and fails spectacularly. Hasn’t decided whether he wants to be a cook or rockstar.

Sadako is also human. Currently, she has black hair but she eventually starts dying it blonde like her mother Shiemi. Blue eyes. Loves dressing up. Practicing to become a professional kickboxer. 

Izanagi and Izanami are half demons that can teleport and communicate telepathically with one another. They have small horns hidden by their red hair and red and green eyes (ones red and ones blue, for both of them). They’re about 3 here. Both have an unstoppable sweet tooth and sensitivity to other’s emotions.

[auduna-druitt]

Of Mistletoe and Misunderstandings

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: McKirk

Word Count: 2793

Rating: Teen with mentions of sex

Beta’d: none

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Leonard had put Joanna to bed while Jim cleaned up the dinner dishes. When he came back to the living room Jim was waiting for him in the doorway in a pair of low slung red pajama pants, a long red coat with white fur trim that was easily three sizes too big, and a Santa hat pulled down over his shaggy blonde hair. Jim grinned and put a hand on his hip just above the pants. Leonard stopped a few feet away and stared at him. “What’s this all about?”

“Well it is Christmas eve and one of us has to play Santa right?”

Leonard shook his head. “That doesn’t mean you have to dress up.”

“Joanna would disagree. There’s never a bad time to dress up.”

“At least tell me you aren’t wearing that to bed.”

Jim grinned even more. “I’ll wear as much or as little as you want…”

Rolling his eyes Leonard stepped forward and put his hands on Jim’s hips. “You will wear pants to bed. Joanna will be in our room before the sun rises and you will not be naked when she does so.”

“I know the rules...but for right now...it’s just you and me.”

Leonard slid a hand from Jim’s hip down to his ass and gave it a squeeze as he pulled Jim closer. “That why we’re standing under the mistletoe?”

Jim cut his eyes up at the bundle of green sprigs hanging overhead. “Oh is that what that is? I thought you’d hung the holly…”

Squeezing Jim’s ass cheek Leonard leaned forward and planted his lips on the blonde’s. Jim’s hands roamed his body as he deepened the kiss and pulled his husband against his bare chest. They didn’t notice when a door opened down the hall, they didn’t notice when their dark haired daughter peered around the corner, they didn’t hear the surprised squeak or the door shutting behind her when she ran back into her room.

When they finally pulled apart Jim reached over and grabbed something from the bar behind the brunette. Whatever it was he placed it on Leonards head with a grin. Leonard reached a hand up and felt the thing on his head and frowns. “Jim?”

“Yes babe?”

“Did you just stick a pair of antlers on my head?”

“Maybe…”

“Jim?”

“Yes?”

“Why are there antlers on my head?”

Jim slipped a hand in his husband’s and brushed his thumb over the back of his hand. “Santa needs a reindeer. He’s gotta ride something…”

Leonard shook his head. “Jim Santa doesn’t ride the reindeer. He’s in the sleigh the reindeer pull.”

“But he used to ride the reindeer. Now come on Rudolph. Santa’s got things to do.” Jim said as he gently pulled Leonard toward their room.

“If Santa wants to do anything he better behave himself and not call me Rudolph again.”

“What about…”

“Or any other reindeer name!”

JIm stuck his lower lip out, “Don’t suppose you’d go for…” He looked at his husband’s face and stopped. “Fine. Would you be my elf?”

Leonard rolled his eyes and pulled the antlers off his head and set them on the dresser as he closed the bedroom door. “I will not wear tights.”

“You won’t have to wear anything...at least nothing you don’t want too.”

Making sure the bedroom door was locked Leonard led his husband to the bed. Even with multiple reminders to keep it down and Leonard’s hand firmly placed over his mouth Jim still managed to make more noise than Leonard liked. Wouldn’t have been so bad if they had been on the ship but with Joanna in the next room… Leonard hoped she was tired enough that nothing woke her.

The next morning Joanna slowly opened the bedroom door and peered inside. Leonard had his back to the door and his arms wrapped around Jim who was snuggled up close to him. She tiptoed to the bed and tapped Leonard on the shoulder. “Daddy?”

He didn’t move.

“Daddy wake up.”

He shifted slightly but didn’t open his eyes.

“Daddy wake up. It’s Christmas.”

Having no luck waking her daddy she walked around to the other side of the bed and poked Jim’s cheek. “Papa...Papa wake up…”

He opened one eye and smiled, “Hey Jojo…”

“It’s Christmas morning papa. Time to get up.”

He nodded, “I’m up princess. You tried waking daddy up?”

“He needs coffee.”

Jim laughed and slipped out of Leonard’s grasp. Taking Joanna by the hand he headed into the kitchen and started the coffee pot before getting started on his special breakfast. Joanna sat down at the table and watched him try to keep from making a mess of the kitchen. About half an hour later Leonard shuffled into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist and rested his chin on Jim’s shoulder.

“Morning babe. Ready for breakfast?”

Leonard shook his head and swayed slightly on the spot.

“Coffee is ready.”

“Thanks…” He said releasing his hold on Jim and turning to the coffee pot behind him.

Jim put the last pancake on a plate and added the last of his special touches and took the plates to the table. “Did we wake you babe?”

Leonard shook his head and took a sip of his coffee and sat down at the table beside Joanna. “The bed got cold. I thought for sure I’d have a little monkey jumping on me this morning.”

Joanna shrugged and picked up her fork. “Papa is easier to wake up.”

“Ah...that is true.” He looked over at her plate and frowned. “What’s that?”

“Papa Jim made me a special pancake! It’s gingerbread!”

Leonard raised an eyebrow, “A gingerbread pancake in the shape of a gingerbread man? How did papa do that?”

Joanna grinned, “Magic!”

Jim pushed a plate toward Leonard with a smirk, “This one is for you deer.”

Leonard almost spit his coffee out when he looked down at his plate and saw the pancakes stacked on top of each other in the shape of a reindeer face with the bacon sticking out for antlers. Jim winked at him and poured syrup over his own perfectly round pancakes.

“And where are your special pancakes Jim?”

“I’m eating breakfast with my two favorite people. That makes it special enough.”

Once the breakfast dishes had been cleared and the kitchen cleaning was underway Leonard slipped back to the bedroom to take a shower and change. Joanna sat down at the bar and watched Jim. “Papa?”

“Yes Jojo?” Jim asked without looking up.

“Umm...I have a secret…”

“You do?”

Joanna nodded and looked down at her hands, “Uh-huh. It’s about daddy…”

Jim looked up and leaned on the counter, “What kind of secret?”

“I’ll tell you but you have to promise you won’t leave when I tell you.”

Pushing himself away from the counter he walked around the bar to her. “What is it sweetie?”

She shook her head, “Promise first.”

He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “I promise I’m not going to leave you Jojo. I love you and your daddy so much.”

Joanna sniffled and looked up at him. “I woke up last night and heard daddy talking so I went to ask for a drink of water and I saw daddy kissing Santa Claus in the hall…”

“You saw daddy…” He bit back a laugh and smiled at her, “Sweetie, was daddy standing under the mistletoe we put up yesterday?”

Joanna turned and looked at the doorway, “Yes papa. He was right there.”

“Remember what I told you about the mistletoe? How it’s tradition to kiss someone when they are standing under it? Daddy was just keeping the tradition.”

Joanna nodded, “So it’s okay that daddy kissed Santa Claus?”

Jim wrapped his arms around her and grinned. “Yes Jojo. It’s okay. Daddy still loves me, don’t you daddy?”

Leonard stepped out from the hallway and nodded, “Yep. I still love you. Even when you act like a fool.”

Jim winked at him, “I’m only a fool for you.”

Rolling his eyes at his husband Leonard held out a hand to his daughter. “Why don’t we see what goodies Santa left for you?”

Hopping down from the stool Joanna grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. He settled in his armchair beside the fireplace. Jim sat down on the arm of the chair and put an arm around him. Smiling at the eager little girl bouncing at the foot of the tree Leonard wrapped an arm around his husband’s waist. “Go ahead Jo. Dive in.”

She squealed happily and grabbed one of her presents. Jim leaned down and kissed Leonard on the top of the head and the brunette pulled him down into his lap. “You are going to pay for that later you know.” He whispered in Jim’s ear.

“I hope so.”

Leonard leaned against the bar watching Jim roll on the floor with the giggling little girl with the long dark hair. He smiled and shook his head as his husband initiated yet another tickle fight.

“Okay papa. I think it’s time the little monster got to bed.”

Jim foze with his arms wrapped around her. She looked up with her lower lip sticking out, “But mommy…”

“No arguing young lady. You have to get to bed if you want Santa to come.”

Leonard moved over to the couch where his daughter sat with her equally dark haired wife. “Better listen to your mama Jadie.”

Releasing his hold on his grand daughter Jim stood to his feet and took her by the hand. “Why don’t I help you get ready for bed? I’m an expert at telling stories.”

She beamed up at him and turned to her moms. “Please?”

Joanna smiled and patted her wife on the hand. “What do you think Dem? Think papa should get her ready?”

“That sounds great. Just don’t keep her up too long. Santa can’t wait all night to drop in.”

“I just hope Santa has learned to be quieter. When I was about your age he woke me up.” She said grinning up at her dad.

Jim blushed and Leonard walked over to the two of them. Picking her up he settled her on his hip and glanced at his husband. “I’m sure Santa will be extra quiet, and I’m sure he’s really sorry about all the noise he made.”

“Think an extra cookie will help?”

Leonard shook his head at the blonde. “Santa gets enough cookies, but we can leave out an extra carrot for the reindeer.”

Crinkling his nose Jim took the small child from Leonard and headed into the kitchen. Joanna stood up and wrapped her arms around her dad. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Right now? How sorry I am for that idiot messing up that christmas for you.”

Joanna laid her head on his shoulder, “Papa didn’t ruin christmas. He made it interesting. Things are always more interesting with him around.”

“No question about that.”

Jim returned with Jadie a couple minutes later and Joanna raised an eyebrow. “Feeding my child sugar before bed?”

Jim frowned and looked at Jadie. “What sugar?”

“I didn’t eat sugar mama.”

Leonard reached over and wiped his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Looks like you got into Peaches cookies to me.”

Joanna sighed and crossed her arms. “What do you think daddy? Send them both to bed?”

“Sounds like a good plan to me. Can’t trust either of them not to get in trouble.”

Jim pouted and laid his head on Leonard’s shoulder. “I’m not sleepy.”

“Jim, are you being a good example for Jadie?”

Sighing Jim shook his head. “We’ll go get her ready for bed. No more cookies, no more tickle fights, and we’ll be good.”

Joanna leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you papa.”

Jadie said goodnight and gave everyone kisses before her and Jim disappeared down the hall. Leonard turned to Demora and smiled. “So how are you doing?”

She laughed and rubbed her hand over her swollen belly, “Like I’m about to pop.”

“You’re not even as big as I was with Jadie.”

“I still feel like a whale.”

Joanna kneeled in front of her and kissed her belly. “You don’t look like one.”

“Thank you baby. Help me up? I should start getting ready for bed myself.”

Smiling Joanna stood and took Demora’s hands in hers and helped pull her to her feet. While she escorted her wife to the guest room Leonard poked his head into Joanna’s old room to check on Jim and Jadie. Reminding them what they were supposed to be doing he headed back to the kitchen and placed two cookies on the santa plate before pouring a glass of milk. He placed it on the coffee table beside the christmas tree and headed into his and Jim’s room to get changed.

A few minutes later he emerged wearing red pants, the red jacket trimmed in white fur Jim had tucked away in the back of their closet, and the santa hat Jim insisted on wearing every year for the entire month of December. In his hand was a little box wrapped in gold paper with a tag fixed to the top that said “Jim”. Standing in the doorway to the living room he stood waiting for the blonde to finish putting Jadie to bed.

When his husband quietly exited the bedroom and looked up he grinned. “Hello there. Who might you be?”

Leonard rolled his eyes and held the little box out to him. “This is from mama.”

Taking the box Jim peeled back the paper and lifted the lid. Inside was a red and green crochet elf hat with a long tail and a pom-pom on the end. He lifted the hat out of the box and pulled it on with a grin. “How do I look?”

“You look like a fool wearing one of mama’s special hats.”

“I’m gonna tell mama that you made fun of me.”

Leonard grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close. “Only thing you’re gonna tell mama is that you love the hat.”

“Oh yeah?”

Leaning forward slightly Leonard touched his forehead to Jim’s, “Yeah.” he said before kissing his husband on the lips keeping him from replying.

Jim wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back. It was a few moments before either of them noticed Jadie standing at the end of the hall watching them. Leonard pulled back and turned away slightly so she couldn’t see his face as well and Jim turned to her. “You are supposed to be asleep.”

“Papa Jim, why are you kissing Santa?”

Jim glanced up and pointed at the green sprigs hangin on the doorframe. “Mistletoe. It’s a tradition sweetheart. Whenever you catch someone under the mistletoe you’re supposed to kiss them.”

“But what about Grumpa?”

Jim smiled and knelt down to her level. “It’s okay Jadie. Grumpa understands. In fact he kissed Santa under the mistletoe when your mama was just a little older than you.”

“That was a long time.”

Jim grinned up at Leonard. “That sneaky old Santa is a hard one to catch. I just got lucky this time.”

The door of the guest room opened and Joanna walked out. She stopped at the end of the hall and sighed. “Jadie? I thought Papa Jim was putting you to bed?”

She turned and looked up at her mother, “He did, but I wanted a drink. I saw Papa kissing Santa Claus.”

Joanna crossed her arms and looked at her fathers. “Aren’t you getting a little old for that kind of thing?”

Leonard shook his head and bit his lip while Jim stared at her, “I’ll have you know Jojo that me and your father are plenty young.”

“I’m sure you are old man. Get to bed. Santa has a long night ahead of him.” She said looking pointedly at her father.

With a quick wave and a wink Leonard disappeared around the corner out of sight. Joanna scooped her daughter up in her arms and carried her back to her room while Jim followed after Leonard. He grabbed a cup from the cabinet and filled it half full of water before heading into Jadie’s room again.

A few minutes later Joanna came out and found her father standing at the end of the hallway waiting for Jim. She smiled and walked over to him. “You two really need to stop doing that.”

Leonard laughed and wrapped his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry Jojo. We didn’t meant to get caught....again.”

Joanna laid her head on his shoulder, “Maybe hang the mistletoe somewhere else next year?”

[auduna-druitt]

Remember me....

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Pairing: Chris/Phil & McCoy/Kirk

Word Count: 3702

Rating: teen

Beta’d: none

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Leonard had been wandering the hospital for the last half hour. He’d dropped Jim off at therapy and started walking to clear his mind. It had been a busy couple of months since the whole Marcus, Khan, Vengeance ordeal. Looking up he found himself in a part of the hospital he was unfamiliar with. Looking around he spotted an open door and peered inside. He was not prepared for what, or more accurately who, he saw sitting in the single bed.

“Chris?!”

The older man looked up and smiled. “That’s me. Do I know you? Are you my new roommate? They said I might be getting one once the semester started.”

“Roommate? Semester? Chris what are you talking about? How are you still alive?! We thought you were dead!”

He frowned, “Dead? I was in that shuttle accident a couple months ago but it wasn’t that bad.”

“A couple of months...Chris can you tell me what year it is?”

“It’s 2228...Maybe you should go to the clinic…”

“Oh, no I’m fine...just wanted to make sure. Sort of a weird deja vu thing.”

Chris nodded a little and turned back to his books. Leonard stood there and watched him for a few moments before he spoke again. “Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you...have you seen Phil?”

Chris stopped and looked back up. “Phil? No I haven’t seen him. He’s on the Valiant. Not sure when he’ll be back.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“Out of range. Why? Something wrong?”

Leonard shook his head. “No. Nothing’s wrong just wondered.”

Chris looked at him skeptically.

“I’ll let you get back to what you were doing...see you around Chris.” He said as he exited the room. He made his way to the stairwell and as the door closed behind him he slid down the wall with his face in his hands.

Chris was alive.

He was alive and Starfleet was hiding him...Jim couldn’t have known. He’d have told Leonard or Phil.

Phil…

Phil couldn’t know either….the way he’d reacted...there was no way he knew Chris was alive.

He sat there staring at the wall opposite him as his mind raced. It was a few minutes before he sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes that he hadn’t even realized were there. Standing to his feet he opened the door and walked back down the hall to Chris’ room. Glancing at the little plaque beside the door he chuckled to himself and pulled out his comm.

“Phil? Would you pick Jim up from therapy and meet me on the ninth floor?”

“What are you doing up there?”

“Visiting a friend. Jim’ll be mad if he doesn’t get to see him.”

“And you can’t leave to go get him?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tear myself away.”

“Alright. I’ll bring him up in five.”

“Thanks Phil.”

The minutes ticked by slowly as he waited for the two to arrive. When they finally turned the corner Jim looked up at him with a frown. “What’s going on Bones? Phil said you were visiting a friend? I didn’t know you had any friends up here.”

“I didn’t either Jim. Come on. I told him you guys were coming. “

They followed him down the hall and stopped at a closed door. Jim looked up at the plaque and read the name aloud. “Chris Pine? Who’s that?”

“Someone you will be very happy to see. Are you guys ready?”

Jim shrugged and looked up at Phil who nodded. “Yeah Bones.”

Leonard hit the button and the door slid open. Phil pushed Jim’s wheelchair inside and stopped. He might have fallen over had Leonard not been there to steady him. The two stared at the sleeping man in the bed, speechless.

Jim found his voice first. “Bones?  What….how….is it really…?”

Leonard nodded. “As far as I can tell it is. I’m not sure if the what and the how though. I just stumbled on him while I was walking. He does seem to have some memory loss though….”

Phil took a step toward the bed shaking his head.  Looking down at his sleeping husband as tears filled his eyes. He reached out a shaking hand and swept the hair from his forehead. Chris shifted in his sleep but didn’t open his eyes. “How bad?” He whispered.

“He thinks it 2228...his second year at the academy. He thinks he’s a student, you’re on the Valiant, and he thought I was his new roommate. He does seem a little confused but…”

Phil shook his head and Leonard trailed off. They stood there in silence until Phil looked from his husband to Leonard. “Who signed off on this?”

Leonard grabbed the PADD from the wall and pulled up Chris’ chart. “Doctor Baker.”

Stepping out of Phil’s way Leonard pushed Jim’s chair out into the hall. Phil had a look in his eye that he knew better than to question. Following after him they stopped outside of an office at the other end of the hall. Leonard leaned against the wall with a hand in Jim’s shoulder as they listened to Phil chewing out the poor doctor inside the office

Once Phil had said everything he needed to and Doctor Baker had given him Chris’ report he walked out of the office and faced the boys. Jim looked up at him and reached for his hand. “It’ll be okay Phil. He’s alive. His memory can come back…”

Phil nodded and looked at Leonard. “What if it doesn’t? They don’t know what happened. He just doesn’t remember.”

“If he doesn’t remember then you’ll make new memories. Maybe things will come back to him eventually. The brain is a funny thing.”

Phil nodded again and smiled at them. “Thank you. Thank you for finding him, for telling me, for being here…”

Leonard put his hands on Jim’s shoulders, “I’m just returning the favor.”

“About that…”

Over the next week Leonard spent more and more time in Chris’ room with him. He’d never been as close to Chris as Jim was so it was nice to get to know him better but it was also a little weird knowing more about him than he did himself. There were moments where he thought he saw a flash of recognition in Chris’ eyes but after a brief pause it would disappear.

Phil saw that Jim went to therapy and picked him up afterward while Leonard worked with Chris. It was an odd feeling not being there to take care of Jim but Phil needed his help and he owed him. He’d have helped even if he didn’t though. Jim wouldn’t speak to him if he didn’t.

Somewhere around the one month mark he realized that Chris had been flirting with him almost from the first time they met. Walking into the hospital instead of heading to Chris’ room he went straight to Phil’s office. “Hey Phil?”

The older man looked up and set his PAAD aside. “Leonard. You’re early today aren’t you? Jim hasn’t even gone to therapy yet…”

“Yeah, about that. I was thinking that I might give you a break from Jim duty for a few days.”

“Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. I just thought you might be tired of that idiot of mine.”

Phil sat back in his chair and just looked at Leonard. “How’s my idiot doing?”

Leonard sighed and stepped over to the chair opposite Phil and sat down. “He’s good. I get the feeling that maybe he’s about to remember something and then it’s just...gone. I’ve tried just about everything I can think of…I’m sorry Phil.”

“Nothing for you to be sorry about. You didn’t do this to him and I don’t expect you to have all the answers Leonard.”

“I know Phil. I just…” He sighed and shook his head. “What was Chris like at the academy?”

“A damn fool.”

“More specifically though?”

“Beautiful and brilliant. Tried to stay under the radar and failed. Fell in love far too easily. Didn't often know what he was doing but somehow figured it out. Kind. Loved learning and exploring. Couldn't hold his liquor that well. Snored a little in the other room…” Phil paused and shook his head. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondered if...if it was normal…”

“Spit it out Leonard.”

Sighing heavily Leonard shook his head and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, “Phil, Chris has been flirting with me.”

The smallest smile played at the older doctor’s lips. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes though, there was sadness there. Leonard couldn’t even imagine how Phil must have felt hearing that his husband, who couldn’t remember that he was married, was flirting with his young protege.

“It’s okay Leonard, Chris has always been a flirt… Is it good flirting or is it bad?”

Leonard frowned and leaned back slightly. “It’s...um...well it’s...it’s good?”

“Then he doesn’t mean anything by it. He just thinks you’re cute.”

Leonard stared at him trying to process what he just said. Opening his mouth to say something he stopped and closed it again.

Phil smiled, “Chris is notoriously bad at flirting with someone he really likes. He still gets flustered around me sometimes.”

Smiling Leonard relaxed back into the chair. “Jim’s the same way….only his charm works better than his flirting. He tries too hard.”

“We really do have a couple of idiots don’t we?”

“Yeah,” Leonard nodded “but they’re our idiots.”

“Still want to take Jim today?”

“Yeah. I think maybe Chris needs a break for a day or two.”

Phil nodded. “I think Jim would like that. He’s mentioned missing having you around as much. He tries not to but sometimes it slips out.”

“Thank you for helping me with him. I know what a pain in the ass he can be.”

“It’s what we do Leonard. We have each other’s backs because we understand.”

Leonard smiled and stood to his feet. “I should get him to therapy. I’ll check in with Baker later and see how Chris is doing.”

Phil nodded and Leonard turned and walked out the door. He felt bad about not going up to see Chris but he did miss seeing Jim and needed time to collect his thoughts. Chris wasn’t going anywhere and his condition was the same. If anything changed Doctor Baker would let him know...besides it’s not like he wasn’t on the hospital grounds.

That night after Leonard and Jim had gone to bed the comm on the bedside table chirped. Leonard opened his eyes and sighed as he reached for it. Jim rolled over and put an arm around his middle as he flipped the comm open. “McCoy here.”

“Leonard, it’s Thomas. Chris is asking for you.”

He looked over at the clock, “Thomas it’s two in the morning…”

“I know. I think he might be having a breakthrough...he mentioned Jim.”

“I’m on my way.”

Setting his comm aside he slid out of the bed and away from Jim’s grasp marking the blonde groan and open his eyes. “What are you doing? Come back to bed…”

“Can’t Jim. Gotta get to the hospital. You be okay by yourself or should I get someone to come over?”

Jim sat up in the bed and watched Leonard pulling on his jeans, “I’ll be okay. If I need anything I’ll call you...or Phil?”

Leonard paused a moment and then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll call you when I’m done and maybe I can stop and get Chinese on the way home?”

“Sounds great Bones.” Jim said as he slipped back beneath the covers and pulled Leonard’s pillow to him.

Leonard hated to leave him alone like that but knowing him he’s sleep til noon anyway and hopefully he’d be home by then...with good news. The drive to the hospital felt like it took twice as long as normal and the ride up to Chris’ floor seemed like an eternity. Thomas was waiting for him when the lift doors opened. He was practically bouncing in place.

“What happened Thomas? What’s he remember exactly?”

Thomas shook his head, “He won’t talk to us. Only you. Woke up screaming and then mentioned something about Jim but wouldn’t say more.”

Leonard nodded and ran a hand through his hair. “Does Phil know yet?”

“We were waiting for you.”

“Probably a good idea til we know more. Thanks for calling me.”

Thomas nodded to him and headed back to his office while Leonard turned down the hallway toward Chris’ room. The door was open and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the floor. Leonard knocked on the doorframe and stepped just inside the door. “Chris?”

The admiral looked over to the door, “Hello Leonard. Sorry to get you up so late…”

Leonard shook his head, “It’s fine Chris.” Walking over to the bed he sat down beside him, “They tell me you had a dream?”

“If you can call it that. It felt so real…”

“You want to tell me about it? Maybe I can help make sense of it.”

“I was walking off a shuttle into this...ship...it wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. It was massive…there was someone there...a Romulan?”

Leonard’s breath caught and he nodded slowly. “What else?”

“He wanted something from me. He...he tortured me...I wouldn’t tell him...and then…” he shivered and clutched the edge of the bed. “Then I was screaming…”

Leonard remembered the first time he saw Chris after that. He was in rough shape, couldn’t feel his legs, beat to hell, barely conscious… He’d taken him from Jim and gone straight to the medbay to see what the damage had been. The Centaurian slug and all the havoc it had caused to Chris’ systems…

“I knew him…”

Leonard turned his attention back to Chris who was still staring at the floor.

“I know him...Jim...he’s important to me…”

“Tell me about him. Tell me what you know about him.”

Chris sighed, “He’s got blonde hair, blue eyes that can see straight into your soul, smartass, doesn’t listen well...I call him son...Is he my son? He couldn’t be….could he? Why don’t I remember him?”

“That sounds like him and no Chris, he’s not actually your son. Though he is the closest thing you have to a son. We’re still working on why you can’t remember. This is a step in the right direction though if that helps any.”

Chris looked up at him, “Not really.  So it wasn’t a dream then? It was a memory…..” He sighed heavily and shook his head. “Why is my time at the academy the last thing I can remember? When is Phil coming back? He’s always good with this stuff…”

“We’ll work it out Chris. Don’t worry. I’ll find out about Phil for you and let you know…” Chris nodded slowly while Leonard stood to his feet and put a hand on his shoulder. “Try and get some sleep?”

The next morning Leonard walked into the hospital with Jim and headed up to Phil’s office. Knocking on the door Leonard peered in. “Phil?”

“Morning Leonard. I thought you were going to take Jim to therapy today? Or did you change your mind?”

Settling Jim in a chair across from Phil he sat down, “I am, I didn’t….Something happened last night that I need to talk to you both about.”

Phil stiffened in his chair and Jim reached for his boyfriend’s hand. “Bones…”

“It’s okay Jim. It’s good news.” He said reassuring the blonde. “He remembered something.”

“What did he remember?” Phil asked with a slight hesitancy to his voice.

“It was the Narada…”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. He didn’t remember it all but he remembered enough. He actually remembered Jim.” Leonard watched Phil’s face closely. He knew it hurt that Chris would remember Jim and not his own husband but at least he was starting to remember. They all hoped that this was the beginning of getting their Chris back.

Over the next few weeks Jim finished his therapy and started just hanging out with Phil or some of the people he’d met in therapy. It kept him busy and near Leonard.

Chris continued having dreams but more often they were the same ones repeating. After two months Leonard brought Jim in to see him for the first time. He sat with them while they talked and did his best to keep Jim from revealing things Chris was not yet ready to hear. It was another month before Chris had a new dream….one that sent him into a panic and had them frantically calling Leonard and Jim at three in the morning.

The two of them ran into the hospital and anxiously waited for the lift to carry them up to Chris’ floor. As soon as the doors opened the took off running to Chris’ room. Thomas was standing at the door. “We tried everything. We couldn’t get him to calm down.”

“Where is he?”

“His room but he won’t let us in…”

Jim pushed him aside and knocked on the door, “Chris? It’s JIm. I’m here with Leonard, can we come in?”

“Jim?”

“Yeah Chris. It’s me…”

The door clicked and slid open. Jim walked in and Leonard moved to follow with a glance at Thomas. “We’ve got it.”

Thomas nodded and the door slid shut behind Leonard. Chris was curled up in the chair by the window looking out into the darkness. Jim kneeled on the floor in front of him. “Chris?”

Leonard stood behind Jim and put a hand on his shoulder. “It was a new dream wasn’t it?” he asked quietly.

Chris nodded slowly and continued staring out the window.

“Can you tell us about it?”

He took a shuddering breath and turned to them. “I died...didn’t I?”

Leonard could feel Jim tense up and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “We thought you were dead. That was why I was so surprised to find you here.”

“What happened?”

Jim took a deep breath, “We were attacked….you...you called for help...then you got hit. Someone pulled you out. He was with you when….”

“When I died.”

“Yeah.”

They spent the rest of the night and most of the morning with Chris trying to answer questions and hoping to help him remember but all it seemed to do was agitate him more and more. Finally Leonard excused himself and asked for Thomas to get a sedative for Chris. When he returned to the room Chris was on the bed and Jim was sitting beside him, both men silent and looking at the floor. Leonard put a hand on Jim’s shoulder and nodded to him. “You should get some rest Chris.”

“I can’t sleep Leonard. Everytime I try...the dreams...the memories. Things I should know but I just...don’t.”

“I can give you a sedative Chris. Should help relax you, but only if you want it.”

He thought for a minute before giving him a small nod, “Yeah. Probably for the best.”

He walked over to him and pressed the hypo against his neck dispensing the medication, “Call us if you need anything.”

Jim stood to his feet and the two of them walked to the door as Chris settled back into his bed. Once the door was closed Leonard put an arm around Jim’s shoulders. “We will figure this out Jim. We’ll get him back.”

“Bones?”

“Yeah Jim?”

“I think I might have an idea.”

The next day they arrived at Chris’ room with Spock and Phil in tow. Chris was confused as to Spock’s presence but lit up when he saw Phil. He wrapped his arms around his doctor and squeezed him tight. “I thought you’d be gone forever!”

Phil sniffled and hugged him back, “Me too Chrissy. Me too…”

Leonard and Jim stood by the door watching while Spock waited off to the side staring out the window. Once Phil was finally able to release his husband and wipe the tears from his eyes Leonard outlined the plan. Chris looked from him to Spock and nodded. “So all it will take to get my memories back is...a mind meld?”

Spock clasped his hands behind his back and gave a very slight nod, “That is the assumption.”

“And if this doesn’t work?”

“Then we try something else.” Phil said placing a hand on Chris’ shoulder.

“Then let’s get started.”

Spock moved over to him as Phil shifted around behind him. Chris watched Spock raise a hand and carefully position his fingers on strategic points on his face.

Moments of his life flashed through his mind. Key points. Important dates. Bad experiences. The desert. His grandfather. His first love. His first kiss. Graduation. The Academy. Marriage. Divorce. Time spent in the black. Meeting Jim. The Enterprise. The Narada. Marrying Phil…

When Spock finally steps away and removes his hand he could have sworn he was going to fall over only he didn’t. It took a few moments to realize the reason why. Phil.

Phil was standing behind him and was the only thing holding him upright. Jim stepped forward and helped Phil get Chris to the bed. Once Leonard had run a quick scan to check his vitals he stepped back, “Chris? Can you tell me what year it is?”

Chris’ eyes were glued to Phil and with a shaking hand he reached out and cupped his face in his hand, “Phil...my husband…”

Leonard smiled and gestured for Jim and Spock to leave. They walked out the door and Phil glanced over his shoulder, “Thank you Leonard.” he said quietly his eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you for finding my husband.”

“You helped me save Jim. I owed you one.”

[auduna-druitt]

The One He Lost

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: Check the title

Word Count: 1757

Rating: Teen

Beta’d: No

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A/N: This is the first part of a series of fics featuring The Many Companions of James T. Kirk. A sequel to this fic will be posted next week.

The ship with a new group of colonists arrived right on schedule. Jim had made friends with an Andorian boy named Charlie and his sister Oona. Charlie’s family had invited him to come over whenever he liked. He didn’t wait long to take them up on the offer. He dropped his things at his uncle’s friends house and was made to stay in his room for the rest of the day. As soon as he could slip away he went straight to the house assigned to Charlie’s family

A couple of days later he went to Charlie’s and they headed out to play. When they were halfway down the street Jim nudged Charlie. “Who’s she?”

Charlie looked over at the girl in question. “Don’t know, she wasn’t on our ship.”

The girl with the dark curly hair smiled and Jim felt his heart do a flip. She had a beautiful smile and even prettier eyes. He wanted to talk to her but he didn’t know what to say, at least not until about a week later. He was walking down the street on his way to meet Charlie when he saw a couple of boys teasing another little boy. He ran over and stood between them. “Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size?”

The two boys took off running and Jim turned to the little boy. “You okay?”

He nodded and wiped his face with his sleeve. “They were teasing me because of my limp.”

“Can you help it if you have a limp?”

“Uh uh.”

“I don’t care if you have a limp… I’m J.T. by the way, but you can call me Jimmy if you want.”  

“Noah!”

Jim put his arm around the younger boys shoulders and turned around. The girl with the dark curly hair was running up to them.

“Noah! I was worried about you! Where did you go?”

The little boy beamed up at her. “This is Jimmy! He made those mean boys do away!”

She looked up at him and smiled, “Thanks. He kind of got away from me this morning.”

Now that Jim was seeing her up close he noticed her big brown eyes and felt butterflies when she looked at him. Noah tugged on his shirt and he looked down. “This is Abra. She’s my sister!”

Jim looked up at her, “Abra?”

“That’s just what he calls me. I do little magic tricks for him sometimes.”

“Abracadabra?”

She smiled again and he knew he was a goner.

From that moment on Noah became Jim’s shadow. He followed the older boys everywhere and his sister often joined them. Jim loved having friends and really enjoyed leading them on adventures in the woods surrounding the colony. They played in the trees, occasionally throwing or kicking a ball around, but their favorite thing to do was explore the caves hidden in the hill.

They enjoyed the peace and the quiet of the woods and the caves. They made one of the caves their little hideaway from the colony. They would pack their lunches and spend the day in the cool darkness. Jim and Charlie would tell stories and Abra and Noah would sit silently listening to every word.

Jim was the first to notice their lunches were getting smaller. When Noah finished his and pouted as he watched Abra eating the rest of hers, Jim gave him part of his sandwich. “I’m not that hungry anyway.”

Noah accepted the sandwich eagerly, “Thank you!”

A week later they had a half a sandwich each. Jim gave them his lunch and he ate some of the edible berries he found nearby. He couldn’t let his friends go hungry, especially Noah.

After a month and a half of steadily decreasing rations, the announcement was made that there would be a selection of people gathered in the square. There was a rumor that there wasn’t enough food for everyone until the relief ships arrived. The rumor was also that those chosen by the governor were going to die. Jim slipped through the crowded square and stared up at the governor as he gave his speech.

"The revolution is successful. But survival depends on drastic measures. Your continued existence represents a threat to the well-being of society. Your lives mean slow death to the more valued members of the colony. Therefore, I have no alternative but to sentence you to death. Your execution is so ordered, signed Kodos, Governor of Tarsus IV."

Jim took off running through the crowd heading straight for Charlie’s house. He found the house empty. Charlie and his parents and his sister were gone. Running back through the crowded streets he looked everywhere for Noah and his sister or even Charlie’s family. Finally spotting the familiar white blonde hair and blue antennae of Charlie’s sister he rushed over to her and grabbed her hand.

“Where’s Charlie?” he asked her.

She sniffled and pointed toward the square. “Mommy and daddy and Charlie went there. Charlie told me to hide but I don’t know where…”

“Stay with me Oona. I’ll keep you safe.”

He took her to the cave hideaway in the woods. “Stay here. I’m going to go back and look for Charlie okay?”

She nodded and sat down on the dirt floor of the little cave while he ran back to the colony. Slipping through the crowd and past some guards he found a small paddock that used to have horses but was now holding children. They were crying for their parents. He spotted a familiar face inside and squeezed through. “Noah!”

The little boy turned and looked at him with a dirty tear streaked face. “Jimmy!”

He wrapped his arms around the boy. “Where’s your sister? Where’s Abra?”

Noah buried his face in Jim’s shirt. “I lost her! She told me to hold on tight but I lost her!”

Jim patted the boy on the head, “It’s okay Noah, we’ll find her. “

Leading the little boy to the back of the paddock he helped him through the fence and slipped out after him. Leading him into the wood to the little cave he tells him to stay with Oona. “I’m going to go see if I can find the others. Stay here and stay quiet alright?”

The two nodded and Jim took off again. He searched the paddock and both of his friends houses with no sign of either of them. On his second round of searching at the paddock he pulled two of the youngest kids out and ran. One on his back clinging on as tight as he could and the other trying his best to keep up. He left the four children in the cave and instructed them to go a little deeper into the cave.

When he got back to the paddock it was empty and a new group was being brought into the square. He watched through a window as children were pulled away from their parents, children shoved to one side and parents to the other. Seeing a window, he ran to one of the families in the group shoved toward the paddock. “I can help!” he whispered urgently. “I can hide your daughter!”

The parents exchanged a look and looked down at their girl. The mom hugged her tightly and the dad kissed her on the forehead before nodding to her. “Go with him.” he said as a tear slipped down his face.

The daughter hesitated but slipped out and followed Jim to the cave. “There’s four little kids here already. Keep them inside and try and keep them quiet. The less noise they make the more likely we are to stay hidden.”

She nodded and ducked inside.

He returned to the square three more times and returned with another kid each time. As darkness fell the square emptied and the colony grew deathly quiet. He scavenged some food from an empty house and grabbed Oona’s favorite doll before heading back to the cave in the woods.

Over the next couple of weeks he frequently returned to the colony to scavenge for food and look for his friends. Jim and the older kids took turns keeping watch at the mouth of the cave every night while the little kids slept.

About a month after the massacre Jim headed out to look for food in the forest. When he returned with some berries and fresh water. The older blonde girl named Eaven met him at the mouth of the cave.

“Noah is missing.”

He dropped the water container and ran into the cave. One, two, three kids asleep on one wall….four, five, six kids asleep on the other wall...Eaven standing at the entrance….

“How long?” he asked turning back to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. They were all asleep when you left, I just ducked behind the bush for a minute. When I came back he was gone.”

“He probably went looking for me. Wake Micah and have him help you keep an eye on the others while I go look for him.”

She nodded and he disappeared into the brush. Several hours later he reappeared empty handed.

When help arrived a couple of weeks later they found seven scared and hungry children hiding in a cave and one boy standing guard over them, just as hungry and just as scared but still determined to protect the others.

He led the children to the extraction point and they beamed up to the waiting ship. Oona wouldn’t let go of Jim and he had to reassure her that they would be alright. They were all checked out and thoroughly cleaned up before they were sat down and given something to eat. They all stared at the plates set in front of them and then looked to Jim. He nodded and they dug in. He turned to one of their rescuers. “Are there others?”

“Other what?”

“Survivors. I’m looking for a couple of friends…”

“You kids are the only ones unaccompanied. The rest are families.”

“Oh.” he said turning back to his plate. He pushed the food around but didn’t eat more than a couple of bites.

When the nurses went to check on the children later that evening they found their rooms empty. Searching the ship they found the children in Jim’s room, all huddled around him. He looked up at them with red rimmed eyes and a tear streaked face. “Are they really gone? Abra and Charlie are gone?”

One of the nurses nods, “I’m afraid so…”