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traumxrei-archive · 2 years ago

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【 sunlit afternoons 】

author's note: the first person we'll be kicking off with is kalim ! this'll be my first kalim work which is p exciting but nerve wracking hhh i don't have much experience writing him so if he feels a bit ooc, do forgive me ;-; i shall do better next time ! kalim is just the biggest sweetheart ever so i hope you'll enjoyyy

characters: kalim al asim, gn! prefect, vil schoenheit

word count: 1.5k

tags: kalim baby boy <33, flower crown making, clumsy kalim goes brrr, he rambles a lot, he just wants to make you proud !, headpats bc where there is kalim there is headpats

[ or read it on ao3 | the fairy gala collection ]

"Ack, I broke off the stem again!"

Kalim winced at the way the flower snapped, staring dejectedly at his perpetually-unfinished flower crown.

The Prefect looked up from their own flower crown, "You really aren't used to working with your hands, huh?"

"Eheh~ I guess I can be a bit... clumsy at times..."

Clumsy was quite the understatement, he thought to himself, nursing his broken flower crown. It was that clumsiness in the first place that landed him here on flower-crown-making duty.

Maybe breaking his original flower crown— as well as the three backup ones— during practice wasn't the best move. Especially not while they were in such a hurry to get performance-ready for the Fairy Gala.

Vil had pinched his nose before speaking to him in an even tone, "As a little, mm, punishment for breaking four of those flower crowns, I shall have you make some backups for yourself." He was handed a bag of materials and with a wave of Vil's hand, he was sent out of the room.

It just so happened that the Prefect was there. In the hallway. Right as he was getting kicked out of the practice rooms. He gave them a sheepish smile.

"Do you...want some help with that?" They offered and Kalim could almost feel the tears lining his eyes.

"Prefect~ You really are an angel!" They had smiled as he continued to ramble about how exactly he broke the flower crowns and they had both examined Crewel's instructions on how to make those flower crowns except...

Except now he wasn't doing so well.

He set his own flower crown down, opting to lie on the ground. He propped up his head, watching the way their fingers twined the branches together to form a base for the nth flower crown they made.

The sun lingered on their skin, suffusing them in a gentle halo against the backdrop of the wide windows. Kalim blinked. Was the Prefect always that stunning ? And, oh, was the room getting a little warm? Or was that just him?

"That part!" Kalim exclaimed, trying to distract himself as they tucked the flower's stem into the branches. "I'm really bad at that part." He tried to ignore the way his heart started beating rapidly as they shuffled over to where he was.

"I'll show you." Kalim scrambled to sit, watching as they picked up a couple of flowers. "Here," They offered one into his hands. "Have you never made one of these before? Even as a kid?"

Kalim's eyes were glued to the way their hands carefully guided his own, swallowing as he spoke, "T-this is my first time, but my siblings sure loved making them!"

His gaze inevitably shifted to them, "My Mama scolded them a lot after. There aren't too many stray flowers growing in Scalding Sands, so they always took from Mama's flowerbed. I always got scolded the most because I'm the oldest. But I can't just...say no to my younger siblings, y'know?" He couldn't stop himself from rambling, the words coming out faster than he could stop them. It was all a vain attempt at covering up how nervous he felt have their hands pressed against his.

"So you're a lenient older brother, huh," They hummed. Their gaze flicked up to his, surprise lighting their eyes. "Were you paying attention to that part, senpai?"

Ah crap. He was totally caught staring.

"I-I was! I really was!" Kalim tried, but there was this familiar unconvinced look on their face. It faded into something that looked almost fond and Kalim felt that strange and fluttery feeling in his chest yet again.

They nudged at his knee, "I'll do it one more time, this time you look closely. Vil-senpai's not gonna be happy if you didn't at least make one of these." Kalim nodded, holding his breath as their hands resumed their earlier position. He watched closely, intent on getting it right this time if only to make them proud.

"Ah, so you loop around it twice loosely, and then you put in a leaf," Kalim nodded. "I think I've got it!" He pulled the crown closer, grabbing another flower and a fresh set of leaves to tuck around it. He stuck out his tongue in concentration, going through the motions of attaching another flower onto the crown.

He smiled triumphantly as he finished, raising the crown towards the sun, "I did it! I did it...I think?" Kalim turned to see them excitedly clapping.

A wide smile was on their face, "Good job, Kalim-senpai." He preened in their simple praise, smiling even more when they ruffled at his hair. "Ah, I'm not supposed to be messing up your hair. Sorry about that."

"No~" Kalim whined, grabbing at their hand. "Praise me more! I've worked so hard to get that flower on there!"

"Silly," They huffed, giving him another tentative pat. "We'll get in trouble with Crewel-sensei if your hair's too messed up." Kalim didn't bother with that, nuzzling into their palm a little more before they retracted their hand.

Kalim tilted the crown, "It's a shame it's kinda crooked huh..."

"I think it'll be fine if you put a few of these," They shook around some butterfly clips. They were iridescent in color, the light toying with its surface. Kalim grabbed a few, placing them at the spots where the crown looked a little too wonky.

"Perfect!" He held up the crown again, watching streaks of rainbow painting the floor as he turned the crown. "Wow, you're really good at this huh, Prefect! It's like you're an expert! Ahaha~"

"It's...really nothing, senpai," They coughed awkwardly. "It's the least I can do since I don't have that big of a role in our Operation."

"What~?" Kalim hooked an arm around their shoulders. "You're a huge part of our Operation! You're the uh, what was it again?"

"The signaler?"

"Yes, exactly that! And now you've saved me from Vil-sensei's scoldings, so I really do owe you one!" Kalim snapped, an idea popping into his head. "Close your eyes for a second."

They complied, but not without sending him a wary look, "Don't...break anything, okay?"

"I won't, I won't," He said in what he hoped was a convincing tone.

Kalim grabbed a fresh daisy from the pile of flowers, splitting the stem before braiding the ends together. He hummed a tune, some children's song that his siblings sang over and over one summer that he couldn't quite forget. Slipping the braided end near the bulb of the flower and tucking in the stems, he was done.

"Okay, open your eyes," Kalim gently took their hand, slipping his creation onto one of their fingers. "It fits you perfectly!"

"What’s this..?"

"It's a flower ring!" Kalim proclaimed. "I know it's not...the prettiest thing ever. I’ve only made it a couple of times, and I'd rather give you a real ring... But this doubles as my promise to you."

"A promise," They drew their hand back, carefully taking in the hastily woven ring. "For what?"

"For helping me out," Kalim's eyes creased as he smiled. "I, Kalim Al Asim, promise to help out with whatever you need in the future! All you gotta do is give me back the ring, and I'll help you with whatever you need."

"What if..." They cleared their throat, fidgeting with the ring slightly. "What if I want to keep the ring...?"

Kalim tilted his head, "Are you sure? I could give you a better, shinier ring from the vault if you really like it." They immediately shook their head at that and Kalim had to wonder if a flower ring he made was such an irreplaceable thing after all. Well, all that mattered is that they liked it. That certainly made him happy to hear.

They handed him the flower crown he made. "Shouldn't you be going back to Vil to show him your hard work?"

Kalim sat straighter, "You're right! He's gotta see all of yours too, so I'm gonna get going." He leaned forward, giving them a quick peck on the cheek before he could think too hard about it.

"Thanks for all your help Prefect!" He shouted, making a break for the door. He didn't look back once to see what their reaction was. There was no screaming so he wasn't in too much trouble, right?

Kalim could feel his cheeks warming as he replayed his actions. He just couldn't help it! They looked pretty under the sunlight, especially when their eyes went all sparkly as they looked at the ring. And plus, he was just showing his appreciation. That's all it was, right? (...Right?, a tiny voice in his mind asked. But Kalim didn't have time to ruminate on thought further.)

When he showed Vil the flower crown, it was safe to say that he was impressed. His exact words were, "I wasn't expecting you to get one done so quickly." which Kalim took as a compliment. And then he joined back with Jamil in practicing the dance.

That was until he smacked Jamil with his leg and toppled over, crushing the flower crown again. He looked up with nervous laughter at Vil, before taking one of the crowns the Prefect made. Well that's exactly why they made so many extras, right?

(Kalim then proceeded to crush the flower crowns at record-breaking speeds, earning him five minutes of planking as a punishment. Oh well. At least he had another excuse to spend more time with the Prefect.)

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hanii-rose · 4 years ago

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Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

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Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

#garou #garouonepunchman #opm garou #garou x reader #garou x fem reader #female reader #garou x s/o #s/o wears lingerie #reader wears lingerie #shy reader #shy s/o #garou x shy reader #garou x shy s/o

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milliumizoomi · 4 years ago

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So bakugo and his s/o were playing fight and they started choking each other to see who would give in first but both of them are stubborn asf lmao They just kept going they weren't even playing no more so they both pass out and denki saw the whole thing and got a video sent it to everyone in class 1-A now it's an inside joke but bakugo and his s/o doesn't even

CHOKEHOLD

Pairings: Bakugou x POC Fem! Reader

Warnings: Strong willed y/n, fluff & crack.

A/n: this request is hilarious to me. This was fun writing so thanks you for the request💕💕.

Your’s and Bakugou’s relationship was nothing ordinary to say in the least. With both of you very loud mouthed and determined it was best to say you were a dynamic duo. If you were in a tag team argument, the other people wouldn’t even stand a chance. But you also had a playful attitude. And you use that attitude to annoy the living shit out of him. You’d always find some way poke at him and make him annoyed.

One day, you were in his dorm lying on his bed. He was at his computer in his room, studying for exams that was coming up. While you layed there on his bed, scrolling through your phone, you quickly got bored. You shut your phone off and threw beside you on the bed. You turned your head to look at your focused boyfriend. You looked at his relaxed features as he flipped the page of his textbook. He felt eyes on him as he shifted his eyes to look at you. When you realized he went to look at you, you quickly turned away.

He studied you some more before shrugging it off and going back to his textbook. You turned back to look at him and then grinned evilly. You were thankful that your boyfriend didn’t see your huge puffs bobbing off the bed and behind him. You slowly stood up and once again prayed to god that he didn’t sense your presence. You then slowly leaned down and bit him on his bicep. “AH WHAT THE FUCK!!" Bakugou yelled. He swatted you away as you fell to the laughing your ass off. "THE HELL YOU DID THAT FOR NERD?!” He questioned. You looked up at him with tears running down your cheeks as you said, “I just wanted to.” After that, more events like this occurred.

This day in particular is when some stuff happened.

You weren’t in the hero course, you were in Support Item Course . So you and Bakugou don’t tend to see each other in classes. And on a very.. interesting day, something rather out of the ordinary happened that had all of class 1-A shocked. Mr. Aizawa had all of the class go to the Department of Support part of school to see what the students would need or would like to add to the hero costumes.

As class 1-A entered the Support room, Mr. Power Loader was there to greet them. “Hello students, today the support course students will be helping you on adjustments and upgrades on your hero costumes. If you need help, Mr. Aizawa and I will be in the teachers lounge” he said as he turned to leave. As he and Mr. Aizawa began to walk out, Mr. Aizawa turned back to the students and said, “I need you all to behave. We will be back by the end of the period so you need to decide now what adjustments and update you would like your hero costumes to have. You all will be in pairs and the names of who is with who is in that box over there. The room you are assigned to go to will also be there.” They began to leave and Mr. Power Loader called in his support course students into the room.

As the support course students walked into the room, everyone was assigned in pairs. So one support course student with one student from the hero course.

Bakugou’s eyes widened and his mouth went dry. You walked in talking to Hatsume wearing most of the old clothes that were his. You were wearing a white tank top that couldn’t fit him anymore, black overalls with the top part hung down and one of his old jackets tied around your waist. Your kinky hair was pulled up into a high puff and you had grease on your face as if you were working on something else before class 1-A walked in.

You looked at him and smiled. His face broke out in a light blush as he grumbled and looked away. You ended up being paired up with him and you were sent to your assigned room.

You two walked through the hallway and soon made it to the room. As soon as you hours made it into the room, you then looked up at Bakugou and your face broke out into an evil smile as you launched yourself at him. You grabbed his head and put him in a chokehold and started to nuzzle his head. “Hi sweetie! Bet you won’t get outta this one!” You laughed as you held onto his head tighter when he tried to wiggle himself out of your hold. “NERD LET ME GO!” He screams at you. “NEVER!” You yelled. Eventually he got free and you were jumping an tables and chairs to escape him as he ran after you. “HELL NO ‘SUKI! ACK! BOY GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME I AINT LETTIN’ YOU FUCK UP MY HAIR!" You screamed as he chased you. He eventually caught you but you in a chokehold. “I ain’t lettin’ you go till you give!” He said as he tightened his grip slightly on you. “W-well.. looks like we finna be here for a while then” you challenge. This went on for a while until you managed to get out of his grip. He then started chase you again to get you back into the chokehold. But you finessed him and he was now the one back into your grip. “AHA BITCH! YOU PLAYED YOURSELF!” You cackled at him. “NO DIPSHIT YOU PLAYED YOURSELF!” He grinned evilly. The next thing you know his own hands come up to your neck and he puts you in a chokehold too. “BOY-“ you said as your grip tightened. “What?! CANT TAKE IT?!” He challenged. “PLEASE THIS AINT NUN’” you said back.

As this was happening, Denki just happened to passing by. He had gotten lost going to the room he was assigned. As he passed by the room you and Bakugou were in, he heard the commotion going on the room. He tiptoed closer to the door and rested his head on the door. He heard the struggle through the door and started to wonder ‘what the hell is going on in there??’ He peered the door open and peeked his head through. His eyes widened at the sight of you and Bakugou having each other in a chokehold. He had to stifle his laugh. You looked like you were about to stumbled and hit your head while Bakugou was turning blue. He took his phone out and started to record what was happening. He stood there for about 5 more minutes recording you both with his phone and watching the two of you struggle in each other’s hold and at this point tears were streaming down his face. “Dude what the fuck..! Their still going at it” he whispered to himself and the video. He could tell that you guys were serious about this now because both of your grips kept getting tighter and tighter. Literally 1 minute later, both you and Bakugou just drop. You both just passed out.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kaminari cackled and jumped from behind the door. He had stopped recording but was still laughing ‘til he couldn’t breathe. While he was still laughing, he sent the video to all of class 1-A. He sent it with the text attachment, ‘Hey guys you HAVE to see this💀💀.’

After that day, that’s when the inside joke started. But somehow you guys didn’t even get in trouble for not completing what you were assigned to do. But back to the main point, whenever somebody from class 1-A would see you and Bakugou together they would laugh to each other and go “choking is lethal ain’t it.” And you and Bakugou would be so confused because you don’t remember anything from that day at all. You would just stare at them with a blank expression. Then when you would ask they would say “don’t worry about it.” At this point the whole class knew you two were dating which makes it so much funnier. And truth be told you guys never figured out that joke at all.

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy - The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

-> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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loneveenas · 4 years ago

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snow fight with love

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader genre: woooo fluff summary: you reminisce the past year when you and iwaizumi got to know each other — all thanks to that one snowball and the friend of a friend of a friend. words: ~2.8k

FOR @tsukkiscookies RISSE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

note: for the secret santa gift exchange with the @haikyuucreations server!!!! note2: not beta’ed or edited....womp. note3: merry belated christmas and a happy new year in advance everyone!!! may 2021 bless you with better things.

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One winter ago. That’s when it all started. The falling snow that you saw outside your room made you remember.

The snowfall had been very heavy that year too. It was only December but the world was already drawn in a pretty white.

Outside of the university is when you got to know him first. Got to know him… well… that might be a too far-fetched word but it came close.

You had just been done with your last class and was on your way home, walking instead of taking the bus. Your friends had been long gone, having skipped the last class.

With some music ringing in your ears, you were getting a little distracted — a little too much. Not too much to get so distracted that traffic would get the better of you, but still distracted.

When suddenly you got an immense blow from the back. Air left your lungs with a shock and you had to cough to regain your posture. You had stumbled a little forward, and with nothing to hold you upwards, you nearly fell to the ground. Good balance came a long way.

You wiped off your clothes and put up a glare as you flipped your head around to stare daggers into the person who just attacked you with whatever that was. A quick glance on the ground made you notice a small heap on top of the snow—

Ah. So it had been a snowball, huh…

You broke into a sweat glaring at that person. You had to suppress your urges not to gather some snow into a snowball for yourself and attack that person.

And you failed to suppress it. In an instant, your hands flew down to the ground, making a snowball and firing it off with the person in your sight. Enough to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

Got him there.

You were so fed up with this entire situation you turned around again and left for home again.

The person didn’t engage with you again. As he should.

A few days later your 6 year old cousin had asked you to come out with them while you were visiting your grandparents, to make a snowman in the park. Of course you tagged along, who wouldn’t want to see their cute cousin trying to make a snowman.

The thing, however, was that you hadn’t brought a warmer jacket with you. You weren’t going to ask your aunt and uncle if you could wear either of their jackets… So just your thin jacket that you would wear in the car it was.

While your cousin was tugging you along to the park, it started snowing a little. Great. You withheld the urge to shiver.

The two of you started making bigger and bigger balls out of snow to make up the body of the snowman. It was not going to be that big of a snowman, since your cousin was not that tall yet. Not that you were either—but not child ——————

Time passed quickly and you were already working up a sweat and not feeling cold anymore. The snow was still holding on, but you still felt unbothered by it. The smile on your cousin’s face was more than enough.

“Hey!” A sudden voice got you out of your concentration.

You whipped your head around and immediately wish you hadn’t.

“You,” you bite out. You recognize him in an instant. It was that same dude who had hit you with a snowball a couple of days ago.

“Me?” he asked, visibly confused.

Sighing, you turned back as you heard your cousin call for your name. You answered her, helped her with some snow and turned back to face him.

“Never mind. I could help remember but that wouldn’t be worth anything.”

The boy was still confused and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly looking face.

“Can I help you with something?” The snowman wasn’t going to finish on its own, so you had gone back to collecting more snow.

“Ah,” he seemed hesitant. You didn’t look up but heard his footsteps approach closer. “I saw you from my living room window.”

“So?” That sounded kind of creepy if anything.

“I, uh, noticed you were shivering, so I got you a pair of gloves and a sweatshirt to wear.”

You stopped. Looked up. He indeed was holding a pair of gloves and a sweatshirt.

“Oh.” You didn’t know what to say. You patted your snowy hands off on your jeans. “How can I accept these? I don’t even know you.”

The boy had been taken by surprise. “Oh! Of course, sorry. My name is Iwaizumi Hajime.”

Ah, so that's Iwaizumi Hajime.

You laughed shortly, taking the items from his hands. You had forgotten about snowball event and decided to act as a reaction to this act of kindness. “Thank you, Iwaizumi-san. My name is y/n.” You slipped on the sweater, and pushed your hands into the gloves. That was so much better than shivering it out, trying to warm your own body.

“No problem. Nice to meet you, y/n. Glad I could be of any help.”

He didn’t seem like he was going to leave anytime soon, appearing rather interested in the building of the snowman.

“Do you,” you started, gesturing towards the snowman, “mayhaps want to be of more help?”

“Sure!” he said, not second guessing himself any moment.

You laughed and continued working on the snowman.

Iwaizumi and you didn’t exchange numbers or anything, so that was the last time the two of you had spoken with each other. In that conversation, it became clear that you went to the same university as he did, but was in a different department. And on the other side of the campus.

You had a mutual friend, though. Well, mutual was different. Iwaizumi’s best friend, Oikawa Tooru, was friends with your best friend that you knew from high school. So, a friend of a friend of a friend… or something like that.

Now it happened that a few weeks ago those two friends, Oikawa and your best friend, who were in the same dorm building, had organized a secret Santa gift exchange.

And it so happened that you got him for secret Santa. So for the past couple days, with Christmas really quickly nearing now, you had been pondering deeply on what to gift him. You couldn’t ask anyone, since no one really knew the boy aside from Oikawa Tooru. But everyone also knew Oikawa Tooru couldn’t keep his gossiping mouth shut tight.

You also didn’t want to get him anything generic, but the gifts on his list were all sold out already, and—UGH.

You just had to rake your brain around it somehow. It didn’t need to be super duper perfect, since he wasn’t even a friend or anything. (But just a friend of a friend of a friend.)

Still, something about it made you want to do your best to find something that would fit his likings.

These coming days were going to be long.

Fast forward to the day past Christmas, it was the day of Secret Santa and you were nervous.

Somehow, seeing Iwaizumi in front of you in the circle made you even more nervous.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you felt your hands becoming sweatier with the minute.

There was something about the way he was avoiding eye contact with you that just wasn’t sitting right with you.

Gifts were going around, getting exchanged and everyone had a lot of laughs. However, you were feeling strange and unable to enjoy the time to the fullest. Your friend noticed and asked if you wanted to head back to your dorm earlier.

You thought it over for a while. Although you wanted to stay for longer, it did seem like a better solution.

With your friend announcing to the group that the two of you were going to take your leave, you stood up—not without glancing over at Iwaizumi. Something about him made you look back at him, time and time again.

But this time only once.

You grabbed your and your friend’s jackets and walked ahead of them, out of the dorm room.

Not that much longer the door opened and closed it behind you.

“Here,” you didn’t look up from your phone and handed over the jacket with your other hand. “Let’s leave.”

“Actually,” a male voice said, making you look up, eyes widened. Iwaizumi. “I was wondering how you were feeling since you hadn’t been looking that good all evening.” He sheepishly placed a hand behind his head.

You smiled gently. “Thanks. I’m fine, actually. The room just felt a little suffocating.”

“You don’t like busy places like that, do you?” he said faintly.

Staring at him, you were confused at how he noticed that. He quickly answered your apparently questionable face with a, “I could tell.”

“Oh.”

“Ah, but don’t feel weirded out by that,” he laughed nervously, “I didn’t mean it wrong.”

He seemed nervous. You laughed at his quick talk.

“Don’t worry. Thanks for caring, I think. I guess? Yes.” What you were babbling yourself you didn’t know either, but all that mattered was Iwaizumi asking for your well being.

The conversation died and neither of you were looking at each other nor at anything in particular.

“So…” Iwaizumi started.

“Right…” You were actually starting to wonder where your friend was at, making you wait like that, but Iwaizumi’s company made you less bothered.

“I actually had you for Secret Santa,” you blurt out. “Sorry if your gifts weren’t good or anything, I had a hard time picking something for you since we had only met up and talked to you that one time when I was building a snowman with my cousin.” Before you realized you had said more to him than you wanted to. “Ack, sorry. Didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

Unexpectedly, Iwaizumi had laughed in response. “All good. Actually,” he hesitated a little, “I’m in the same boat as you.”

For the first time since he had walked after you after leaving the group, you turned to look at him and into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I, uh, had you too. For Secret Santa, I mean.”

You were aghast. Not once had you noticed that the two of you were literally in the same boat.

“Oh, wow. That is strange.” You laughed and Iwaizumi joined you.

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his head again. “So, sorry too if my gifts aren’t what you expected them to be, haha. I tried my best.”

“No! I mean, uh, they are great. Thank you. I can see you put a lot of effort into finding the right thing.”

“Same goes for you,” he quickly added. “You actually did a pretty good job.”

“Really?” Your eyes lifted up, a bright smile drawn on your face. “That’s good,” you said a bit softer.

The conversation slowed down again, but this time it didn’t bother you. The atmosphere was nice and enjoyable.

“Do you…” Iwaizumi started after maybe a minute or so, “Maybe want to go out for coffee or something? Outside of university I mean.”

You didn’t waver for one second and said “Yes, I would love to.”

“Really?” Iwaizumi didn’t seem to believe you, so you nodded to confirm it once again. “Wow, okay, cool. Do you mind exchanging numbers? Would be way easier to contact you like that instead of asking through Oikawa and your friend.

Before Iwaizumi had finished speaking, you had actually already moved your phone into his direction. “Let’s do that.”

Iwaizumi and you had met up more than once for coffee after that exchange and in the new year. Your friend hadn’t questioned anything and just went along with it. “Nothing weird to see or talk about,” she’d say. After some interrogation, you had figured out that she had been staying back on that day on purpose and that Oikawa and her were trying to get Iwaizumi and you closer to each other.

Hence the shared Secret Santa troubles and Iwaizumi following after you instead of your friend.

Winter had dragged along for another month and more snow had fallen from the sky. The white winter wonderland was already quickly turning into a more brownish land due to the dirt on the roads mixing with the snow and university had resumed after the two week Christmas break.

You had started seeing Iwaizumi less because of the pressure university was already giving you after only one week.

One evening you were resting in your room when suddenly your roommate stormed in.

“Have you seen this?!” she yelled out—scratch that. She was screaming.

“What are you so excited for? I’m studying…”

“You have got to see this,” she exclaimed again. She was holding something in her hands. A paper kind of something, you could see that much.

“If you’d stop waving around whatever you want to show me so much I might actually be able to see it before the end of this day.” You put down your pen and leaned your arm on the back of the chair, turning your body to your friend, who had plopped down on your bed.

“You’re never going to believe this.”

“Believe what? You’re really making me wait this long, huh?”

“Okay, okay, listen up,” she coughed and sat up straight. In a rather serious tone, she started reading: “Title of the article: best winter picture competition winner has been announced—” right, that had been going around too, you thought “—Winner: Iwaizumi Hajime.”

“What? Really? He didn’t even tell me he was entering the competition. We hadn’t even talked about it.”

The way your friend was laughing at you was signing you that there was up with that.

“Let me see that,” you snatched the paper from her hands and… your mouth dropped open.

It was a picture of you. In the snow. With the snowflakes falling on your face, eyes closed. In the forest.

Titled: ‘wow you have very pretty eyes.’

That had been taken on one of your outings—not dates; you weren’t dating—to the forest while it had been snowing. Iwaizumi had taken his camera with him, but had only taken pictures of either the animals you guys saw or the flora that had looked pretty in the snow.

Or so you had thought.

Without saying anything else, you disappeared from your room, leaving your friend behind.

You had stormed off, on your way to the building Iwaizumi was residing in. You barged into his room without knocking and held up the paper.

“What is the meaning of this?” you bit at him a little harder than you had intended it to sound.

“You saw it,” he only said, avoiding eye contact.

He seemed nervous.

You lessened your temper.

“Ye-yes.”

“Do you like it?”

“I… I do.”

“I meant it.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’.

“I see.”

You didn’t say anything else. You were starting to feel flattered instead. After another look, you had to agree. It was a pretty picture.

“Thank you,” you finally said. “It’s really pretty. I’m glad I was the model that took you to first place,” you said playfully.

He laughed and the ice was broken. “Good. Thanks for modeling for me,” he joked.

“What are you thinking about?” Iwaizumi asked you, pushing you out of your thoughts. He had just entered your room and walked up to you, placing his arms around your waist, with his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, just thinking about last year’s Secret Santa and the events that followed after—” you glanced at the picture that you had cut out and hung up above your desk “—Secret Santa and the new year.”

“Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

“Me neither.”

“I hope you had fun this year,” Iwaizumi said, pecking your cheek.

You buried yourself into his hug. “Very much. You?”

“Of course. You played a big part in it so I’m very thankful for that. How you were able to open up to me and all, I appreciate that a lot.”

You smiled and released yourself from Iwaizumi’s grip, to stand up and once again embrace yourself in his arms.

“Thank you too for allowing me to be so open and for your love towards me.”

“To another year full of great things,” Iwaizumi whispered into your hair.

“To another year full of even greater things,” you repeated soflty into his chest.

#haikyuucreations #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagines #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #loneveenas #dyo's fic

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miraculousmarifan · 4 years ago

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Felinette Month - Day 1: Purrito

So this is my first time writing something that wasn’t academic or work documentation in probably at least 5 years and it’s definitely my first fan fic so please bear with the rough writing. And the potential out of character-ness of this. I wasn’t even planning to write for this but after reading a few of the ones by @fandomsilhouette, I felt too inspired not to try!

Fingers crossed that this burst of inspiration last long enough for me to finish the prompts on @felinettenovember!

This is based loosely on a fan fic I read a while back (if I remembered who wrote it, I’d completely tag them here but I don’t even remember the name now)

Chat!Felix and reveal

Around 1500 words and most certainly fluff

Marinette hummed as she put together the tray of cheese pastries and tea for her anticipated visitor. She loved the decision to make a schedule for patrol to clear up some time in her and Chat’s busy schedules. Under this, she had three days every week that she didn’t need to worry about sneaking out and one day that they could meet up from patrol to hang out and work on finding Hawkmoth. Additionally it resulted in a standing visit with her masked friend once a week, with her parents’ approval after the Weredad akuma brought it to their attention under the condition of homework still getting done, of course.

Once upstairs, Marinette worked on tidying up her room a little from her projects, as the scrap pile from her ongoing projects could be a little distracting and she preferred to have those in acceptable condition for smaller projects. Maybe she could make a nice patchwork quilt for Felix as a get-well present, since he seemed to be coming down with something. A cold or maybe the flu? He definitely seemed flushed and less alert than usual, seeming to space out while looking at her throughout the day.

As she sat down with the pieces, arranging and rearranging to find the most appealing look that Felix may approve of, a thump sounded from the balcony and the clatter of a chair falling. Quickly pushing the fabrics out of sight, Marinette climbed up and opened the door to peer out at Chat. He was still laying on the ground with a bright red face, visibly sweaty skin, and eyes shut.

“Oh! You look terrible Chat! Did something happen on your patrol?” Marinette rushed over to help him up slowly and stopped when she noticed the shiver running through him and the quick breaths. She felt his forehead, pushing his more disheveled than usual hair out of the way. His eyes slowly opened and a weak grin crossed his face.

“Hiya Princess. You look nice today. Is your hair down?” His hand reached up and batted at the closest pigtail. Her hair was definitely still in it’s pigtails, albeit a little longer than they were when these visits first started. That’s not a good sign…

“Let’s get you inside and out of the cold. Are you sick? Why didn’t you go home right away after patrol if you’re sick? Or better yet, why not call Ladybug and ask her to cover this patrol so you could rest up?” He mumbled incoherently and leaned heavily on her as she helped him climb into her room. The moment he was near the chaise, he collapsed heavily on it.

Marinette rushed to grab blankets and a pillow to make him comfortable, chastising him about the importance of taking care of his health and assuring him that Ladybug certainly felt the same way, despite his denials of being sick. With some coaxing, she managed to get him to sit up so she could wrap the biggest blanket she owned around his shoulders. She moved to grab another blanket and pillow and he let himself fall down again, rolling off the chaise onto the floor.

“Oh Chat! Let me help you back up! I’m sure you’d be much cozier than on the floor!” I’m sure my parents are wondering what is happening at this point. Hopefully they help me take care of him when they’re done prepping for tomorrow, at least enough that he can make it home.

“Nnnngh,” and curled up tighter in the blanket, burying his face into the spot where the carpet and the top edge of the blanket met. With a resigned sigh, Marinette went to the bathroom to find a thermometer and to see what kinds of medicine they had. At least if it’s only a cold, she might be able to give him something to help him through the night. Coming back into the room, she chuckled at the sight of him curled up tightly, like a little purrito.

“Chat, you need to get up and take this so you feel better soon. I have some tea that you can take it with, if you’d like,” Marinette cooed, trying to sound as much like her mother as possible, as she walked towards the nearly forgotten tray with medicine in hand.

“I don’t want to! I want to cuddle,” Chat protested and pulled the blanket closer in, somehow curling up even more and acting more like a petulant child throwing a tantrum with each passing minute. Marinette brought the tray over, setting it near the chaise, grabbing another blanket, and knelt down by his side.

“I tell you what, if you sit up and take your medicine like a good boy, I’ll give you this extra blanket and let you pick which pillow you want to use,” she bribed, hoping that the time babysitting Manon had taught her the right skill for this kind of situation. With this offer on the table, Chat managed to sit up slowly, his eyes looking more glazed over than when he had arrived. Marinette handed him the tea, grown cold by this point, and the correct dosage of cold medicine, to prevent him from accidentally taking too much.

He quickly took both without further protests and then a goofy grin broke out. “I want you to be my pillow!” His arms wrapped around Marinette and tried to curl himself up on her lap. The contact made her blush a bit and she tried to pull back.

“You’re such a flirt! What happened to being in love with Ladybug?” she joked nervously. After readjusting so he was just leaning on her shoulder, instead of across her lap, she used one hand to drape the second blanket over him. At least this way I can tell he isn’t too cold.

“I only flirt with you and Ladybug. I can’t help that if I didn’t have this curse, you’d be my first choice,” he murmured, seeming to be drifting back to sleep already. Marinette was stunned into silence. Did this mean Chat likes her? How did things change so much just from hanging out? With how out of it he seems, is he going to remember this conversation later? Are things going to be different the next time I see him?

For a few minutes she spiraled, thinking of every possible thing that could change, speculating whether this would affect how she treated him as Ladybug (try as she might to avoid letting these nights slip into her superhero life), and how different this might have been if she didn’t have a crush on Felix. Soon he startled her out of her thoughts with a jolt, as he sat up and started thrashing wildly at the blankets and pulling at his suit.

“Ack! Too hot! Stupid suit! Plagg, claws in!”

A flash of light and silence. Marinette clamped her hands over her eyes as quickly as she could with her brain already running on delay.

“Mmmmmmm. Much better,” he mumbled, before Marinette felt his head resting on her leg, arms wrapping around her waist, and body resting on her lap. She kept her hands over her eyes and freaked out internally. How am I supposed to talk him into transforming back?

“What are you doing kid?! You can’t do that here! Nobody is supposed to know your identity! I hate to say it but you need to transform back so Ladybug doesn’t get upset with you!” Plagg fumed. Marinette felt him try to pull on Chat’s arms

“You’re so warm,” Chat purred out, ignoring Plagg’s badgering, “Why don’t we do this more often, Princess? This would be perfect during movie nights.”

I need to do something. I can’t stay like this forever!

“Chat, why don’t you transform back and just take one of the blankets off? Wouldn’t that be better?” Marinette kept her eyes clamped together, moving her hands slowly down to where she thought his shoulder was and felt for the blankets. Apparently he hadn’t pulled them back up before curling up on her so it was just his shirt. Feeling utterly surreal, she noted that the sleeve’s fabric felt like the high quality fabrics she had to save up to buy for bigger, fancier projects.

“Noooooo. This is what I want. This is too nice to give up!” he protested, twisting his body up first to bury his face into her side, then shake it dramatically. A ticklish jolt ran through her body and she opened her eyes without thinking, pushing him back to stop him.

“Felix?!” Marinette gasped. Felix just smiled and continued trying to cuddle back up to her.

Just then Marinette’s parents knocked on the door downstairs and asked if they could come in. If her brain hadn’t come to a halt, she might’ve had a joke about their impeccable timing.

#felinette month 2020 #felinette month #chat!felix #fluff #felinette #miraculous ladybug

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libermachinae · 4 years ago

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Fault Lines Under the Living Room

Part II: Breathe - Chapter 5: Thoughts Expand in Blooms

Also available on AO3! Summary: The consequences of Ratchet and Rodimus' chase become known. Chapter Word Count: 2644

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“Try again.”

“Yes, sir. Rodimus, come in Rodimus. This is Blaster, coming to you live from the Lost Light command deck. Do you read me? Status and further instruction requested. Over.”

Years of handling the Wreckers’ fluctuating schedules meant it was no effort for Ultra Magnus to resist rubbing his optics as he watched the progress of their three recovery speeders. Siren, Crossblades, and Waverider had launched with minimal deviations from standard procedure (Crossblades would receive a write-up for nonessential helical rotation) and tracked Arcee’s shuttle up to acceptable pursuit range. That was where the chase had stalled, as Rodimus had provided no further instructions and protocol required command from a captain before they could proceed. Either captain.

Protocol fell apart when one refused to leave his hab and the other had stopped answering his comms. Magnus started mentally writing up a proposal for temporary transfer of pursuit command responsibilities while they waited.

The control panel refreshed as the latest information poured in. The speeders were entering upper atmosphere, rotating in pyramid formation in the shuttle’s trail. Acceleration had decreased to the minimum required to maintain orbit and altitude held steady as they sailed through Scarvix’s exosphere.

“Ultra Magnus, I have a visual on Rodimus’ ship,” Bluestreak reported.

“Pull it up.”

The datafeeds compressed to the right of the screen, replaced with the compound live feed from the speeders, displaying the shuttle’s stern, the glow of its thrusters closer to a lightbulb than anything spaceworthy. The engines were keeping it aloft, but there was an unnatural stillness about it, like debris floating through space.

“Again.”

Blaster adjusted settings on the ship’s communications hub and leaned into the mic.

“Rodimus, come in Rodimus. This—”

There was a crackle and buzz as the ship’s receiver finally picked up a signal.

“This is Rodi—ack, Ratchet, this is Ratchet. We read you.”

Blaster’s shoulders relaxed as he transferred primary input to the third in command’s station, but Magnus did not match his relief. Underneath the fritz of the shuttle’s poorly maintained equipment, Ratchet’s voice was shaking.

“Ratchet, this is Ultra Magnus. Report.”

“Report. Report… um, Arcee’s gone. We lost her. Satellite. Crash. Is Cyclonus there?”

“No. What is your—”

“Get him,” Ratchet interrupted.

“Where is Rodimus?” Magnus asked. Ratchet was supposed to be one of the good ones, recognizing his place within the chain of commands. Making demands was out of character for him.

“Here! I’m here,” Rodimus’ voice crackled down the line. “Present. Available. Get Cyclonus.”

Magnus sent the ping and tagged it urgent. Cyclonus had never been known for tardiness, but that put it on the record.

“What is your status?” he asked as he acknowledged Cyclonus’ response.

“Good! Weird? Ratchet is banged up, which is bad. He suffered impact shock in his lower spinal strut, chance there’s a disk… how do I…”

Magnus’ orbital ridge twitched, a coding bug when expression protocols tried to assign a profile to stress of unknown origin. He wiped the cache, regaining his neutral set, and sent a command to have the speeders approach the shuttle. Visual on the command deck would be helpful, but flight integrity was his main concern. If neither Rodimus nor Ratchet was in the right mind to pilot, they would need to engage in emergency grounding maneuvers.

“Ratchet, are you still there? Rodimus sounds incoherent; what is his status?”

“He’s fine.” His voice was briefly drowned out by shuffling and crashing on the other end. “—cessor’s functioning normally. It’s loud, but it’s working.”

“He’s overheating?” Magnus asked.

“Not his fans, his thoughts.”

“Is his comm link malfunctioning?”

“He’s bright like the goddamn sun. I can barely get two words in. Will you shut that off? ”

“Ratchet?” Speeders were closing in.

“Not you.”

“Stop yelling at me!” Rodimus snapped, volume raising and lowering like he was pacing around the microphone. “I heard you the first time.”

“I don’t see how. I can barely hear myself.”

“Aw, poor Rodimus, doesn’t get to hear his own voice.”

“ You’re Rodimus, that’s my line.”

“Rodimus, Ratchet, Waverider is en route to board,” Ultra Magnus interjected. “If you are able, please lower the hatch for arrival, otherwise he will engage emergency stove—”

“No, don’t!”

It wasn’t just that they shouted at the same time, but that Rodimus and Ratchet’s voices matched in pitch, tone, and cadence which caused Magnus, for the third time in his life, to forget what he had been saying.

“Is Cyclonus there?” Rodimus asked.

“There’s something on board,” Ratchet said. “Don’t know what it is, but you can’t let anyone else get near it.”

“It did a weird thing. I’m Rodimus, but also I’m Ratchet? And both?”

“Those sound like the same things, Rodimus,” Magnus said, half distracted as he instructed Waverider to return to position.

“They’re not,” Ratchet said.

“Sir?” Cyclonus’ voice came as a blessing. Magnus gestured him forward.

“Cyclonus just arrived,” he announced. “Cyclonus, Rodimus and Ratchet uncovered something on Arcee’s shuttle. It’s…” He blanked.

“I can feel Ratchet’s processor,” Rodimus said, rushing like it would make any of this comprehensible. “He’s thinking and it’s all really fast and hard, but it’s not rough like you would expect? Like, the feeling of grit in your gears, I thought it would be like that, but it’s more like there’s just a lot of gears and it takes a lot of power to turn them all, and it’s too hard to decide whether to focus on just one or the entire thing. And he keeps thinking about me and my thoughts and how they’re not like that, and I’m thinking about him, and then I get stuck because all the thoughts start to sound the same and I don’t know which ones came from me or which are Ratchet or even which me is me. It’s all a big thought reservoir, a—a thought battle, an entire brain war and I don’t know which side I’m on!”

Cyclonus’ gaze was steady at the screen. Once it was clear that Rodimus was done, he leaned over the microphone.

“Can you send an image of the object?” he asked.

“Sure,” Ratchet said.

Blaster raised his hand.

“Image received.”

Ultra Magnus nodded and the feed of the shuttle was replaced with a still capture, a calamity of wires and light that took his visual center a full millisecond to parse.

“It’s the Enigma of Combination,” Cyclonus said.

“What’s that?” He could differentiate the orbital plating of the object itself and the red dwarf dew drop at its center, but the light it cast on its surroundings made his spark flicker with a disturbing fuzz.

“A plague,” Cyclonus said. “Considered a long-lost relic even in my own time. I would doubt this was the legitimate article, if Rodimus hadn’t so perfectly summarized its less infamous effects.”

“It can do more?” Magnus asked. What it had already done— whatever it had done, he still was not clear on the details—seemed itself too much for a bot to handle. Or two.

Cyclonus hesitated.

“Well, you see…”

“No. No, no, so much no, you’re kidding. Ratchet, tell me they’re kidding!”

“I don’t bloody well know!” he snapped back. He had sunk back into the pilot’s chair while Rodimus paced the bridge. His spark was spinning like a centrifuge, its engine overfed by the deluge of panicked thoughts tumbling through his mind. It was all Cyclonus and shuttle and Arcee and combination and Drift, new threads knocking each other out of the way so nothing could reach a conclusion, just endless half-thoughts pinged repeatedly. Worst was when Rodimus tripped over the junk now scattered across the bridge as it brought everything to a shuddering halt, like a whole expressway’s worth of engines seized up simultaneously.

He pressed his hands to his face and tried to focus on keeping his vents open, ignoring the storm of queries of Is Ratchet overheating? and Drift is going to kill me.

“I can’t be in a combiner with Ratchet!”

He hates me he hates me he hates me rattled around their processors like screws in a box.

“The Enigma has determined otherwise,” Cyclonus said.

So now the damn thing was having its own thoughts?

“It’s thinking ?” Rodimus asked, earning an additional glare from Ratchet.

“No one knows,” Cyclonus said. “It’s ancient technology, built on the same principles that govern sparks.” Principles that even modern science knew so little about. Ratchet was going to say it but froze when he felt Rodimus grab for it, tossing at it a hundred questions he had no answers to: Is that thing a person and Where do sparks come from and Would this stop if we broke it followed by another run of apologies.

“The Enigma has you in a holding pattern,” Cyclonus went on. “There aren’t enough of you to form the combiner, so it’s keeping your sparks connected until it can interface with at least one more Cybertronian.”

Ratchet saw the image that formed in Rodimus’ mind and his glower deepened.

“I don’t have the knowledge or the skills to disconnect something like that,” he said. “Sparks are complicated, Rodimus, and there’s still so much we don’t know about them. I didn’t even think it was possible to maintain a connection of this magnitude without direct contact.” Rodimus’ next idea was even worse. “Have you met your crew? The moment you put it in a box and tell no one to look, Brainstorm, Skids, and Whirl are all going to make breaking into it their personal quest.”

“Isolating the Enigma will not contain its effects,” Cyclonus added. “Because the holding pattern is an open channel, you have become conduits for the Enigma’s energies. If even one of you encounters another compatible component, it will complete the process, regardless of its distance from you.”

Rodimus stilled, then sunk to the floor, his thoughts miserably coalescing into a single thread.

“So, either we drag someone else into this mess, or we’re stuck in this shuttle, trying to think over each other forever?” Forever was steeped in darker emotions that caught Ratchet off-guard, which Rodimus immediately covered up with nonsense branches of observations about the junk on the floor. A negativity storm, Drift would have called it.

From behind, he heard Rodimus chuckle, though his thoughts betrayed little amusement.

“If I may,” Cyclonus said, interrupting no one. “Ratchet, I do respect you as a physician, but modern medicine is not the only source of knowledge concerning the Cybertronian body. Even modern theology, shallow thought it may be, offers insights to the nature of sparks that your specialty lacks.”

“No.” Ratchet scowled and shook his head, though more so at the way he felt Rodimus stirring that observation than the idea itself. “None of the woo-woo nonsense. Drift’s mindfulness agility course was bad enough.”

Unfortunately, his words made Rodimus’s thoughts expand in blooms, accompanied by shuffling as he stood to lean over the pilot’s chair.

“Drift was always trying to get me into his meditation thing,” he said. “He—he talked about the Rossum connection, how the mind impacts the spark and vice-versa. It was mostly, you know, power poses and cool sword moves, but there was more advanced stuff we didn’t get around to.”

“It could be a lead,” Cyclonus said, his grave voice somehow failing to make a dent in Rodimus’ growing enthusiasm. “I know very little about Spectralism, but if it involves manipulation of spark energies, there is a chance it could be used to counteract the effects of the Enigma.”

“Yeah, remember how Drift can see auras?” Rodimus said. “Maybe he can see where we’re tangled and just undo the knot.”

“There is no scientific backing to that kind of pandering—”

But we don’t have any other ideas.

Rodimus drew him up short, his own dearth of creativity reflected back to him as though in a mirror. Loathe though he was to admit it, Rodimus was right: they had nothing else. No leads, no one to fall back on. Cybertron’s history, the ancient mythologies that might have shed light on this technology, was lost to war and time, and all that was left was the third, fourth-hand accounts of people who claimed to know what was lost.

There was a chance Drift would have nothing to offer them, but even the possibility of guidance was an improvement over the helplessness Ratchet felt when he tried to imagine them fixing this on their own.

He received an image burst: Drift, wild and beautifully unhinged, leaping for the chance to care for Ratchet with literally open arms. Rodimus shut it down, distracting himself by counting rivets in the bridge ceiling, but vibrating embarrassment persisted between them.

“Would it be appropriate to call Drift for this?” Ultra Magnus asked, pulling the further from their internal squirming. “The truth about his role in the Overlord plan came out months ago, and since we’ve made no effort to contact him. To approach him now so he can solve this seems exploitative.”

Ratchet caught only the yellow of Rodimus’ hand before the captain vaulted over the back of the pilots’ chair, landing with a solid bang.

“I’ll take the blame,” he said.

“For what?” Ratchet asked, though he could already see it.

“For not fixing this sooner,” Rodimus said. He shrugged, a movement so automatic Ratchet did not pick up who it had been directed to. “I’m the captain. It was my responsibility and I failed. That shouldn’t doom Ratchet to having to live with my mistakes.”

He avoided Ratchet’s optics as he spoke, but Ratchet still caught his expression, the shiver of his spoiler as he spoke. It struck him that the reason Rodimus was so hard to read from an external perspective was because a single look meant so many things: frustration, guilt, grief, and hope piling on top of each other too quickly to discern where any one emotion rooted. His thoughts were going in so many directions all the time, of course it would be a challenge for everyone else to keep up.

“How do you intend to locate Drift?” Ultra Magnus asked, ever pragmatic.

“I have a tracker,” Ratchet said.

“I memorized the specifications for his shuttle,” Rodimus added, his processor spitting out the codes in full.

“And will that ship be adequate? Do you need additional supplies?”

Ratchet turned in the seat, looking around the scattered contents of the bridge, to say nothing of what their collision might have done to the storage down below. Despite the mess, he saw what looked like intact crates of potable energon, and the shuttle’s own systems were not in imminent danger of running dry.

“We’re stocked,” he said, and catching Rodimus’ primary concern, went on, “Unless Cyclonus know how far the Enigma’s effect extends, it’s going to be too risky to dock back in the Lost Light. We’ll make due with what’s here.”

“I’ll have Rewind compile you a list of known energon distributors with minority Cybertronian populations. That will be your best opportunity to refuel without risking exposure, should the need arise.”

Could the Enigma grab non-Cybertronian mechanicals? Rodimus wondered, a query Ratchet did not have the energy to entertain.

“Thanks, Mags,” Rodimus said out loud. “Take care of the place while we’re gone; you know the drill.”

“Of course, Rodimus. Uh, stay safe?”

Rodimus laughed, a sound that Ratchet felt as a golden thread, spun in a ripple through space before vanishing to nothing. He squinted, trying to make sense of what the hell that had been, but Rodimus’ burst of enthusiasm and plans for the coming journey overwhelmed him.

“Don’t worry, Ratchet’s pride will make sure I get back in one piece.”

You—!

It was going to be a long journey to the outer rim. Though Rodimus was grinning cheekily, the tense coil at the center of his thoughts agreed.

#maccadam #transformers #rodimus #ratchet #my writing #longfic #fault lines

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whiskey-and-nightmares · 5 years ago

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Hi, for a request, could you do Xiaolin Showdown? I was thinking the xiaolin monks X Jack, where they have secret crushes on their bumbling (and oblivious) rival. Maybe they get a bit jealous of each other? or work together to get Jack to spend more time with them?

◈ — @dont-touch-me-im-dreaming || Request accepted !

For some reason I can’t tag you but I LOVEyour idea so much ! So yes, here you go !

“Ugh, why can’t he just— Oh.”

Kimiko sighed, relieved, when she saw Clay leaving ( finally ). After staying for almost 30 minutes hiding behind a flowerpot she was grateful for her training, otherwise her legs would be hurting too much to even stand up.

It was just silly, she decided, to be hiding from the boys. It wasn’t like if she was doing something wrong or bad. Yeah, she was going to visit Spicer but it wasn’t for some dumb ‘evil’ plan of his or anything, Kimiko just wanted to play videogames on his big, HD screen. Just that. It wasn’t like she liked him or anything, it was only for the graphics.

“Hey Kim.”

The phone in her hand almost got crushed between her fingers but Kimiko knew how to pretend, good enough to don’t look suspicious in front of Rai.

“What ya doing?”

“I’m going out for a walk.” She replied with an innocent tone and Rai raised an eyebrow but didn’t said anything else.

“This close to Spicer’s place?” Rai asked suddenly and Kim eyed him with annoyance and disbelief; How he dare to suggest, whatever he was suggesting, with that— That cynicism…

“What are you doing this close to Spicer’s?” She counterattacked and was sure that if Master Fung had been close he would have congratulated her for her quick thought.

“Wha— I’m not… I’m not—” Rai looked offended, shocked even, and looked at her like if Kimiko offended his family or something.

The dragon of the fire smiled, proud of herself. She could almost hear the FATALITY in the air, just like in the combat games.

“You are not what, Rai?”

“I’m not doing whatever you’re thinking. What are you doing here, hiding behind a pot like a creepy garden stalker?”

Kimiko gasped and her fist turned into fire before she could react in a more civilized way.

“What I’m doing here is none of your business Raimundo Pedrosa! ” Rai was wincing already, expecting the burning punch in his arm but Kimiko just shook her fist in front of his face before pointing to the direccion their cowboy friend took in his leave. “Why you don’t go to ask Clay what was he doing here? I bet he was here since he disappeared after breakfast! ”

Rai blinked, looking at the place she was pointing and then at her again. There was confusion now, which was infinitely better that his accusing glare.

“He said he wanted to watch the regional ice skating championship…” Rai mumbled and suddenly a sense of understanding fell on both. Kimiko broke eye contact first and Rai looked down, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I wanted to— I kinda, you know, asked Spicer if he could teach me how to fix a motor. Ya know, girls like those stuff and, that…”

Kimiko nodded with a faint blush in her face.

“Yeah. Me too, uh, I wanted to play in his screen—”

“The huge HD screen in his living room? ”

“I love that screen…”

“Me too! The graphics are amazing and Jack isn’t that bad of a player…” Kimiko cut herself when she realized that both noticed she said Spicer’s name but before Rai could provoke his early dead by pointing that to her Omi called for both from the front door.

“Kimiko! Raimundo! My friends! ” Omi ran from the door to them, looking at both with that big, cheerful smile of his. “Are you here too to eat the ice cream treats with Jack Spicer too? ”

“Uh—”

“Yes.”

“Ah yes.”

“Totally.”

“That is the most amazing! ” Omi smiled so brightly that his friends almost felt bad for lying. Almost. “Come then my friends! I was ready to knock the door.”

Both dragons allowed themselves to be dragged to the front door, none of them daring to even glance to the other, too embarrassed. Yet, when Spicer finally opened the door he was eating some pudding and had a pair of keys in his hands already.

“Ah…”

“Jack Spicer! Kimiko and Raimundo came too to enjoy the ice cream treats! ”

Jack eyed them both with utter disbelief but ended nodding, probably just to play along now that Omi was right in the middle of them.

“… Okay… Let’s go then. I need to come back early today cheese ball, I have to check a project in a couple hours.”

Omi nodded happily and they went outside, together, to whatever vehicle Jack decided fit to go and eat ice cream with three xiaolin dragons.

Kimiko knew that she couldn’t put a feet in the mansion again soon, too embarrassed to be caught like that, and by Rai nonetheless.

At least it was just that, she thought while they were at the store and Jack was helping Omi to decide what flavor of ice cream he wanted.

Being ‘game friends’ with him was already bad enough. It would have been horrible if he found out she had a crush with Jack…

Little did she know that Rai, right behind her, was thinking exactly the same.

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it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined · 5 years ago

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Kindly tagged by @ajoblotofjunk!

1. When you were little, what did you think you’d be when you grew up? Did your reality (or your future plans) come close to that?

I have a feeling it was something to do with working in publishing? Or writing? I mean, literally nobody grows up wanting to do what I actually do right now, to be fair, but I had more than enough years in the NHS to know when to be grateful for a job with decent benefits that lets me pay the rent... (also: admin is cool, kids. Honest.)

2. Do you think of yourself as an urban, suburban, or rural person?

I’ve mostly always lived in that weird bit of greenbelt suburbia just outside London where you hit a green field if you drive ten minutes in most directions (and also hit the M25)? Right now I live in the middle of a town in the greenbelt rather than the actual suburbs, and being in walking distance of everything (including the train station directly into London) is THE BEST.

3. Do you decorate with carefully matched pieces, or are you eclectic?

I’ve literally only just moved somewhere that has any space for furniture, for the first time ever, and I have an awesome sofa but everything else is still looking a bit mismatched right now? It’s so nice to finally have pictures up on the walls after all these years though!

4. Are you the photographer of your group/family, or do you always want to be in the photos?

I have multiple friends who have Serious Photography Gear, and my sisters tend to take pics for insta etc at family gatherings, so i never really bother taking any myself? Not that I necessarily want to be in said pictures, either...! There are some trips where it’s been like dodging paparazzi because so many people in our group are brandishing DSLs and carting lenses around, and there are already far too many unflattering pictures of me in existence!!

Having said that, I did buy a half-decent camera when I went on safari minus my snappy friends years ago, and I took some gorgeous pics at the time. I don’t think I’ve picked up the poor camera since though, unfortunately!

5. D your thoughts come to you in words (like conversations with yourself) or pictures (abstract, ideas, visions)?’

Definitely conversations... I tend to process everything out loud when my brain is overloaded anyway, and then there’s that whole narrative-planning-thing running in my brain all the time. I mostly write to make it shut up occasionally :)

6. Do you have changing weather seasons where you live, or a relatively continuous climate? Do you wish you lived in the opposite?

We definitely have seasons, but it’s a Maritime climate, which means we’re on the same latitude as all the really cold places, but makes for theoretically much milder seasons (aka clouds and rain all year round, yay!). This climate tends to be a trade off for nice unexciting weather things, and I’m absolutely fine with that... I can handle the cold and the wet but I cannot remotely handle humidity (the summer of 2018 here basically broke me - it was exactly like NYC and I couldn’t function without AC 24/7)

7. When you don’t have obligations, what is your ideal, natural time to get up? To go to bed?

I haven’t had a lot of obligations while I’ve been off work the last couple of months, and it has done awful things to my sleep patterns (I see a new fic chapter drop at 3am and that’s the whole night gone..!). When I’m in my normal schedule and having to commute, I aim for midnight - 6am to actually sleep. I very rarely actually sleep the whole six hours, or have to set an alarm - but I’m also going to lie there and read the news on my phone for a solid hour after I wake up too, because I loathe mornings.

8. Do you cook? Bake? Or do you prefer to have someone else to that?

Ack, I used to bake quite a bit. Or, rather, I used to bake bake, and would easily spend three days solid without sleeping to make a convoluted birthday cake for a small child, and rock up with three dozen cupcakes to cater for parties. I have baking paraphernalia taking up all my cupboards, but these days it seems weird baking properly when I live alone (shades of Kristin Wieg making that single cupcake in Bridesmaids, much?) and I kind of limit myself to my grandmother’s peanut butter chocolate chip cookie recipe (no seriously, it’s the best thing ever). I can bake, basically (I very rarely ever had a baking disaster), but the spirit doesn’t move me so much these days?

I... can cook? If I really wanted to? I collect cook books and I watch the Food Network for fun, but honestly I have a really small appetite, and by the time I’ve spent time actually making things, I tend to be so bored of it that I end up chucking most of it away? It seems daft to waste the food tbh...

9. Which way do you put your toilet paper? Up and over so it hangs in front? Or dangling below? Does it bother you if it’s done the other way?

Umm so my flat didn’t have a toilet roll holder installed when i moved in four months ago, and I still haven’t bothered actually sorting that out? And when I do get one, it will have to be one of the sideways freestanding ones, soooo.... this is not going to become an issue apparently :)

10. If you had a lot of money, what would be the first selfish, frivolous thing you would do with it? (Not for other people, not for practical purposes, but fun and just because you want to.)

Does actually buying somewhere to live count as frivolous lol?! I mean I’ve done a lot of the major trips I always wanted to do when I was younger (hence why I never had enough for a house deposit, ha.) but I’d love to go back to some of the places in the States I’ve already visited a few times and do them in a more leisurely way and on a decent budget? I’ve driven the whole of the West Coast a couple of times already and I’d love to do it again (and I miss Portland so much!)

In terms of silly things... I’d probably upgrade my BFI membership to the stupidly expensive one that lets you book tickets for everything, and splurge on Curzon and Picturehouse cinema memberships? That’s silly money :) I MEAN I would be tempted to actually go do TIFF in Toronto for once (and stay in a hotel in the middle of town for the whole of LFF so I could go see all the late films without worrying about getting home)... simple things!

I have no clue who has already been tagged for this one, but what the hey - tagging @jenni-rose, @albatrossisland, @aviss, @firesign23, @shipping-receiving, @drunkonsapphires, @djeli-beybi, @geekyogicheese, @raspberryjamtoast, @evilbunnyking if anyone feels so inclined :)

thank you for tagging me!!

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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 years ago

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An Ending Within--Ch. 2

Chapter 2

“Are you sure about this?” Hunter said ruefully. He looked at me with hopeful eyes, even though his face bore the truth of my departure.

I nodded, trying hard to push away my guilt. Hunter had been wonderful—he’d taken me into NXT and trained me to be everything that I’d become. He’d been a mentor and a friend. An amazing teacher that I truly didn’t deserve. “I’m sorry,” I replied.

He rounded his desk and wrapped me in a warm, familiar hug. “We don’t want you to go. I wish I could talk you into staying, but I know Seth and Roman have already tried. I know Stef has tried.”

“You know that I owe you all of this, don’t you? I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

He chuckled. “You earned all of it, Llane. Every single step of this was you.”

My heart broke just a little. “So is this goodbye?” I knew what happened when people left the company. More often than not, they were pushed to the alumni records and treated as if they hardly existed.

And if they went to another company…

… it was like they died.

Or became the enemy.

Sadness flickered in his eyes. He sighed as he gave me one final squeeze. “No. It’s never goodbye, Llane. Not for you.”

My eyes burned. I was sure I was about to burst into tears. Whatever Hunter said, there would never be another moment like this. Not for me

“Thank you for everything, Hunter,” I murmured, sure that I would never talk to my mentor like this again.

***

We sat together in catering—Alexa, Becky, Renee, and I—talking. There was an ache in my chest like my heart was shattering. These women were my friends. They had welcomed me into the company, into this family and given me a brand-new type of family. Alexa had been my most dedicated cheerleader. Becky and I had gotten on the moment they put us into the ring together. And Renee… she was my dearest friend and my strongest link to Dean since his departure.

“How’d he take it?” Alexa queried, picking at the grilled chicken on her plate.

I sighed, leaning b ack and rubbing my eyes. “It probably would’ve gone better if I’d told him before the dirt sheets ran it.”

“Shite,” Becky said, dropping her fork onto her plate.

“Yeah,” I groaned. “And of course, no matter what I said, he couldn’t get past the idea that my not being happy here anymore might have had the slightest thing to do with Dean leaving. I swear, he’d rather me spend the rest of my life at home with Sefina than go wrestle with Dean again. Not that I don’t love my daughter and every second I with her.”

Renee looked at me sadly. “I thought he’d gotten over all of that?”

“When the four of us were together, it was all good. But as soon as Dean left… I swear Seth lost it. And even though it’s like this now…” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table, covering my face with my hands. “God, it’s going to be a shit-show when I tell him that I’ve got a meeting with Cody.”

“Does Dean know?” Renee asked quietly.

I sighed. “Yeah. He’s the one who helped set the whole thing up.”

Becky reached across the table and put her arms around me. “Ya know, love. Nothin’s gonna change wit’ us. Ya still one o’ us.”

I sniffed and hugged her hard. “Everything’s falling apart, Becks. I feel like I’m either going to lose Seth or I’m going to lose this life that I’ve worked so hard for.”

“Don’t you dare give up,” Alexa said sternly.

“Seth is never going to agree to this. It’s one thing if I leave the company and be a stay-at-home mom or help Marek run Black and Brave or manage the coffee shop. It’s something else entirely if I go to another company. A competing company.”

“Dean’s company,” Renee added.

“Yeah.”

***

“Colby, can we talk,” I said calmly, the two of us standing side by side as we put dishes into the dishwasher. Sefina sat in her highchair not far away, playing with a teething ring. I smiled as I walked past her, reaching out to tickle her beneath her chin.

Seth dried his hands on a towel and sank onto a chair. My eyes went to the glint of his wedding band. I twisted my own nervously as I took the seat nearby. The silence stretched out, filled only by the sound of the swishing of water in the background.

After a while, he reached out, enclosed his fingers around mine. “How did your meeting with Hunter go?”

I smiled, a painful happiness. “He tried to get me to stay.”

“Did it work?”

“No.”

Seth went quiet again, almost as if his last gamble had gone sour. “Who are you dropping to?”

I looked away, feeling like the conversation had already gotten out of my control. “Becks.”

He squeezed my palm, and I was thrown back to the first time I felt his fingers in mine. When there was a moment when I wondered what exactly there was between us, if whatever it was would turn into something. Those early days had been terrifying and exhilarating. Not just in the ring, but in the quiet moments in the back of that worn SUV driving from city to city.

“Marek and I were throwing around some ideas,” Seth said, twisting the conversation entirely out of my control. “We’d like to open up a class of just women. And now that you’re going to be around the school more often, we thought now would be a good time to—”

“I have a meeting with Cody Rhodes,” I said bluntly. “About a contract with AEW.”

Seth stopped, his mouth hanging open. His fingers flexed against mine when the words seemed to make sense. A lump formed in my throat. Terror that he wanted to let go.

“Does Dean know?” he asked, his voice tight.

I blinked, feeling my jaw clench at the storm I knew was coming. My gaze flicked to our daughter. When I looked back at Seth, I tightened my hold on his hand, begging him to keep himself together in front of our little girl.

“Yes,” I replied. “But this was my idea. Not his. And I need you to understand that I need to do this. For me.”

We looked at one another for a long while, not entirely sure what to say. “It isn’t about going to another company, Colby. It isn’t about Dean. I love this business as much as you do, but I can’t do it with WWE anymore. All I’m doing is talking to Cody. I’m not signing anything. That’s not a decision I’ll make without talking to you.”

He leaned back, his fingers coming undone from mine. My heart ached, shattered into jagged pieces. I felt them slice into my limbs as the shards pushed out of my body.

“Like when you decided to leave the company?”

I sighed. I wasn’t going to fight. Not in front of Sefina and not over something that was done and over with. My hands cupped together on the table, wishing that I didn’t feel like my husband was a thousand miles away.

“That’s done, Colby. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you before it came out, but I need for us to move on.” Vertigo slipped in. I thought for a moment that I was going to be sick. That I was going to pass out. “I need you to support me. I don’t expect you to like every decision I make, but I do need you to be behind me.”

He leaned his forearms on the table. The tips of our fingers touched. “You’re right. I don’t like this, Llane. I don’t want you to leave. And I can’t help that I’m jealous that you’re choosing to follow Dean rather than stay with me.”

Fingers inched closer. I blinked back tears as I met his gaze. “I’m not choosing Dean over you. I never have and I never will.” Guilt and frustration churned in my stomach. I wanted to scream at him to stop putting Dean in the middle of our relationship. “I need to do this. For me.”

Seth covered my hands with his. “We’ll be apart more than we’re together.”

“They only compete one day a week. Appearances and other stuff are minimal.” I glanced at Sefina, smiled at her toothy baby grin. “We can travel with you. We can be a family and raise her together… rather than having Holly take care of her three days out of the week. And if you want, I can talk to Marek about the women’s class. This is something we can do together, Colby.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then he stood and pulled me up into his arms. He hugged me tightly, enclosing me in his arms until I could barely breathe. “I almost lost you once, Sophie. I can’t do it again.”

“You aren’t losing me.” I squeezed him back, my arms around his waist. “You’ll never lose me.”

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cordytriestowrite · 5 years ago

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Trips to the Nurse's Station

The Fall

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A series of moments centered around the Nurse's Station tell the story of you and Steve.

"Morning Steve!"

Your voice sounded across the mostly empty parking lot. Steve turned around, his eyes casting curiously over the lot before landing on you. His face broke out with a wide smile and a gloved hand was extracted from his pocket with a wave. You buried your own smile in your scarf.

While you hadn't seen Steve again in your office you did find yourself seeing him if you ate lunch in the teacher's lounge, which wasn't hard when you didn't have a student over lunch, or get to school twenty minutes earlier you could catch a few minutes with the handsome history teacher.

It's not that you purposefully arrived around the time Steve did. It had only happened once or twice so far out of pure coincidence. Like today, all you were trying to do was beat the other tenants of your apartment complex to the limited supply of hot water. Getting up an hour earlier had created a domino effect that led you to where you are now.

You shuffled along the asphalt, careful not to take a spill on any icy patches. Your hands were folded tightly around you, hands pressed up under your armpits. Your eyes watered with the sting of cold. The sooner you got inside the better.

"Hurry up slowpoke!"

Steve hadn't moved, he was turned around, hands back in his pockets, smiling at you. He was waiting for you. Despite the chill worming its way through layers of clothing he was standing completely still. A mixture of elation and guilt hurried your steps. The last thing you wanted was for Steve to get sick because of you.

"I'm coming. I'm c-ack."

Your rear impacted the pavement so hard you unintentionally let out a noise of pain. Cold wet ice soaked your scrub bottoms and a sharp ache exploded from your ass and left elbow. You heard Steve call your name and looked up in time to see him sprint over to you, only for his feet to slip out from under him. He fell onto his backside a few feet away.

"Ah, fuck! Oh shit I think I broke my ass."

Your breath, lost during your own fall and held while watching Steve take his, returned to you. You took him in, flat on his back, legs spread wide, face contorted in pain and curses falling from his lips. Amusement worked to dull your pain, a habit formed early in life. You let your chest heave with laughter, not caring if it sounded like crazy cackles to Steve, or even offended him. You struggled to catch your breath as you continued to chuckle. Getting on your hands and knees you crawled closer to him, ice stinging your knees and palms.

"Let me take a look." Your hands pushed at his side, pliant through clothing and skin but taught underneath with muscle. It felt nice to touch him.

He rolled over, grunting and groaning. You pulled up his coat and pressed gentle fingertips against the base of his spine.

"Ouch fuck, shit thay hurts. And your hands are cold!"

You couldn't resist placing your palm flush along his lower back and watching squirm. Your usual clinical nurse mode seemed permanently switched off this morning. You just wanted to touch him, tease him, lay out in the teacher's lot with him and let the puddles soak you to the bone.

"You're a naughty nurse." He teased, wriggling away from your cold press and sitting up. He hissed and let out a few more expletives as he ran a hand through his hair, making it adorably disheveled.

"And you have a very dirty mouth."

"Blame the army."

With a grunt he picked himself up, feet only slipping a few times now that your collective body heat had melted the ice patch. He reached a gloved hand out to you and helped you to your feet, keeping an arm around you as you followed the sidewalk up to the front door.

"You were in the army?"

He nodded and opened the front door for you. Warmth immediately seeped into the dry parts of your clothes but the damp parts, particularly your ass, only felt colder in contrast. You shivered and jumped in surprise as Steve's arm wrapped around your shoulder again.

"Right out of high school I enlisted. Got out two years ago. This is your stop."

You glanced bitterly at the sign above your door, wishing the nurse's station was just a little further down the main hall.

You said your goodbyes and unlocked the door. Before pushing in you cast a look at Steve's retreating form. He walked gingerly, a hand on splayed across his lower back.

"Steve."

He turned, smiling, and your heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful your eyes watered at the sight of him. You beckoned him back over to you, noting how his hands stayed at his sides and his stride was strong. He didn't even wince with pain. You wondered if this was another side effect of the army, or if he had been taught at some point not to show weakness.

"You need to alternate hot and cold on your tailbone and take some ibuprofen. I got all of that in my handy dandy nurses station."

You ended with a flourishing hand movement, suddenly self conscious. Usually you would demand someone injured to sit down, shut up, and get treated but it was more than that with Steve. You wanted him around for his company, to hear him laugh and curse. You wanted to see him run a hand through his hair again, wanted a chance to touch the bare skin of his back. It was like you needed to convince him, and yourself, there was a reason for him to stay.

"Ladies first."

You could barely feel the pressure of his palm against your own sore tailbone through your heavy outer coat as you passed him through the doorway, but you liked to think you didn't imagine it.

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vestsfriends · 5 years ago

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Divided But United (an Andi Mack HP AU Fanfic) Chapter 2: “Farewells”

Pairings: Jonah Beck/Cyrus Goodman, Andi Mack/Walker Brodsky, Buffy Driscoll/Marty, Amber Kippen/Iris, Reed/Kira, and many more to come.

Characters: Andi Mack, Jonah Beck, Cyrus Goodman, Buffy Driscoll, TJ Kippen, Amber Kippen, Walker Brodsky, CeCe Mack, Bex Mack, Bowie Quinn, Pat Driscoll, Iris, Reed, Lester, Kira, Kaitlin, Kip, Natalie, Gus, Leo, Libby, Dr. Metcalf, Coach Rez, Mr Coleman, and many original characters.

Word Count: 1,887 (for this chapter only)

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First item, check. Second, double check. Third, triple check...

Jonah scanned his finger down the parchment in his hand for what felt like the thousandth time. He had barely slept the night prior, Jonah was much too excited to sleep. The brown-haired boy was seated on his bedroom floor near his window, impatiently waiting for the sun to appear in the horizon.

Jonah yawned and stretched out his legs in front of him. He glanced down at the green-spotted pajamas he was wearing, smiling silently to himself.

In just a few hours, he would be catching a ride on the Hogwarts Express. No matter how many times he repeated those exact words in his head, Jonah could still hardly believe it. Hopefully everything would go according to how he planned.

He was soon going to the school of his dreams, Jonah would finally find his place in the Wizarding World. Ever since he was a young boy, he had been counting the days up until he would enter the grounds of Hogwarts. And now, it was finally here.

The brown-haired boy hugged his sides in excitement and peered over at his sleek wand resting on his bed, remembering the embarrassing events that lead up to attaining it. Jonah blushed at the memory of the attractive dark-haired boy, Cyrus, and how he had utterly embarrassed himself right in front of him. Yet, even though things hadn’t been too smooth at first, he hoped he could see him again.

Before Jonah knew it, his thoughts were slowly slipping away into the depths of his mind, his head gradually propping up against the wall of his bedroom as he fell into a deep slumber.

•

A couple hours later when the sun was rising up in the sky, Jay, the human alarm clock, was hurrying from the bathroom to wake up his brother. He tore open the door and sped straight up to Jonah, shaking him from side to side. He was causing such a ruckus that their parents could hear from down the stairs.

“Get up sleepyhead! Wake up! Today’s the big day!” He proceeded to yell at Jonah, who had not stirred.

“You’re going to be late!”

With those last words, Jonah’s green eyes shot wide open, leaping to his feet while almost knocking his younger brother off the bed.

“Ack! Sorry Jay!” Jonah apologized repeatedly at his annoyed brother who now sat at the edge of his bed. “But I need to get ready.”

And with that, Jonah pushed his brother out of the room and locked the door, quickly turning his attention to the completed Hogwarts supply list sitting lopsided on the floor. He snatched it immediately, along with his wand, the textbooks he had bought for school, his suitcase, and his owl’s cage. Jonah heaved, his arms struggling to carry everything, and trudged to the door. Only then did he catch a look of himself in his mirror whilst exiting his room.

“Shit.” Jonah cursed under his breath. He looked himself over in the mirror.

Low and behold, he was still wearing his green-spotted pajamas. Jonah mentally slapped himself in the face as he cast aside all of his items back onto the ground.

Jonah raced to open his closet and grabbed the nearest outfit he could find, seeing as he was already off-schedule. He threw on some black robes with a white shirt underneath, along with a loosely fastened green tie around the collar.

The green-eyed boy scrambled back to his things and pulled the door shut. He hurried down the creaky stairs, his suitcase thumping loudly on the wood.

When he arrived at the bottom of the staircase, Jonah inhaled deeply, trying to calm his beating heart. He momentarily dropped his things onto the floor so he could properly greet his parents who were staring at him with raised eyebrows.

“Jonah, sweetie?” His mother asked, standing up from her chair. “I heard quite a bit of banging coming from your bedroom. Are you prepared to leave?” She gestured towards the door.

Jonah let out a small chuckle. “Yeah. I’m ready to go now.” He grinned happily.

•

Similar to the Beck family’s trip to Diagon Alley the day prior, they were again swarmed by other witches and wizards along with the addition of many muggles as well. In the midst of chaos, Jonah pushed his heavy cart of items through the herd of people while he gazed down at his train ticket, hardly able to keep his eyes off its golden writing. He searched the signs above for platforms nine and ten, knowing well that the portal to platform nine and three quarters was hidden in between them.

Walking closely behind Jonah was his proud parents and brother who were beyond excited (and nervous) for him to move on to the next milestone in his life. His mother and father held back happy tears as they walked alongside each other.

Unfortunately, during a few moments where Jonah had accidentally been keeping his eyes on his train ticket for longer than he should have, he bumped right into a stranger in front of him, sending a few of his textbooks flying out of his cart and crashing onto the ground.

Jonah jolted his head up immediately. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He held his hands up apologetically. “I didn’t mean to-“ Jonah made eye contact with the stranger, and his good communication skills quickly vanished into thin air.

“Well, I didn’t expect to be seeing you again so soon Jonah,” remarked Cyrus, the attractive dark-haired boy from Ollivanders, with a big smile gleaming on his face.

Jonah’s mind eventually registered that the boy was speaking to him. He blinked away his initial shock and returned a grin. “What a weird coincidence,” Jonah replied softly as he reached down to pick up his textbooks off the ground.

“Is that your family over there?” Cyrus pointed to Jonah’s parents and brother who were standing a few feet back. They had been watching the two boys carefully, sharing knowing looks among the three of them. Cyrus waved at them kindly.

Jonah nodded hesitantly. “Sadly, yeah.” He let out a sigh. “Anyway, I was just heading over to the train platform before I crashed into you.”

Cyrus giggled at him. “Did you want to join me then?” He held out a hand to Jonah. “I know a shortcut. You don’t need to go the long way. I can navigate through the crowd pretty well.”

Jonah looked at Cyrus’ extended hand then back up to his face. Jonah could see a ray of sunshine shining brightly on Cyrus’ face, all of his features standing out more clearly. It seemed as if the wind was blowing through Cyrus’ thick strands of dark hair, making the whole experience feel like a dream. Every aspect of it seemed like the universe was telling him to say yes. Jonah beamed and willingly grasped his friend’s hand. Cyrus’ fingers laced around Jonah’s palm, the warm feeling bringing heat to his cheeks.

Jonah broke the silence. “You promise you won’t take me to the wrong platform? I don’t want to smash my head into a brick wall.” Jonah explained, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

“Of course I won’t. Why would I do that?” Cyrus laughed. “Wouldn’t want to hurt that pretty face of yours.” The dark-haired boy winked.

Jonah’s cheeks flushed darker. “Yeah uh,” Jonah gulped, brushing off Cyrus’ flirtatious comment. “I’m gonna go say goodbye to my parents, it’ll only take a sec.” He awkwardly removed his sweaty hand from Cyrus’ as he walked back to his family.

Jay raised an eyebrow mischievously. “Soo, was that the boy who called you cute yesterday?”

Jonah immediately shoved a hand over the young boy’s mouth. “Shush! Not so loud! He might hear you.” Jonah couldn’t bear to embarrass himself in front of Cyrus even more than he already had.

Jay grabbed his brothers wrist and pried Jonah’s hand off his mouth, ignoring his warnings. He opened his mouth to speak before being cut off by his father.

“Hush now, Jay.” The man smiled at his youngest son. “You don’t want to ruin Jonah’s chances of having a good time at Hogwarts, do you?” He glanced down at Jay who responded with rolling his eyes.

Jonah’s mother came forwards to wrap her arms around the green-eyed boy’s head tightly. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie,” she held him close. “Tell us everything when you come home for Christmas.” The woman ruffled her son’s light brown hair.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Jonah released himself from his mother, turning away from his family. “Bye, see you guys soon!” He bid them farewell before heading back to Cyrus not too far away. Jonah’s parents waved him their goodbyes, their figures becoming smaller and more unclear to Jonah as he walked away.

“Well they seemed friendly,” Cyrus remarked. “Shall we go?” He gracefully held out a hand for the other boy to take, grinning innocently.

Jonah rolled his eyes and played along. “We shall.” With his other free hand, he pushed his cart while Cyrus guided him around the mob.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence between the boys, they arrived at the spot. Standing before them in plain sight was the signs for platforms nine and ten, Jonah’s green eyes now glancing from the two pillars to Cyrus’ proud face.

“We got here so fast,” Jonah raised an eyebrow. “How did you-”

“I told you I knew a faster way,” Cyrus cut him off. “My dad used to have a job that required constant traveling, plus my friend’s parents literally work at Hogwarts.” The dark-haired boy shrugged.

Jonah blinked. “Wait- you know people who are professors at Hogwarts?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

Cyrus let out a giggle at the other boy’s shocked expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to introduce you to them. But I personally think their kids are better,” He continued. “They’re my best friends, and I think you’ll get along pretty well with him.”

Jonah understood. “Yeah, sure. But we should probably go through the portal before we miss the train.”

“Right,” Cyrus stepped aside, letting Jonah go through first. “After you.” He gestured to the brick wall in front of them.

Jonah tightened his grip the cart, gulping down his fear before running into the portal.

When he opened his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief. The train hadn’t arrived yet.

Jonah was soon joined by Cyrus, whose face brightened with excitement. He pointed to a clutter of people, grabbed Jonah’s arm, and dragged him over.

“Hey, what are you-” Jonah began, beyond confused why Cyrus had yanked him over to a jumble of people waiting by the ticket booth for the train to arrive.

“I’m introducing you to my friends!” Cyrus exclaimed with great delight, his reaction seeming like he had won an Oscar. He motioned his hand over to two people specifically from the crowd, who’s backs were facing them.

Cyrus called to get their attention. “Hey, guys! I’m back.” He cheerfully waved to his friends.

The two people slowly turned around.

“‘Bout freaking time-” One of them snickered.

“Wait-” the two girls were now facing Cyrus and Jonah, their mouths dropped open.

“Jonah?”

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Vocivore, Ltd. (15 of ?)

A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC

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Present (Wednesday, continued)…

Jones got as far as the medical unit hallway, Killian’s open door in sight, before hesitating. He wanted to help, he wanted updates on his friends… but maybe his presence would be more disruptive than it was worth. Would it be too stressful for Emma to have her husband’s doppelganger nearby while she tried to process his condition? Not to mention the worry over her father and the worse, ever-present terror of missing Hope… she wouldn’t want him there, surely. She would feel remorseful, being reminded of his injuries; he should just go, and wait to be contacted with news and requests for help.

His abrupt about-face set him squarely in the path of a grim-faced Whale. With a sheepish nod of apology, Jones stepped to the side, intending to let the physician pass. But instead, Whale stopped, looking him over with a critical eye.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

“Er, well, I’m not actually… I’m… I’m not that Killian.” He waved in the direction of the deputy’s room and felt a vague sense of the knots holding his arm together, though the majority of the pain was still being kept in check by the nerve block.

“Obviously,” snarked Whale. “But you still look like you’re about to collapse on my linoleum. Why aren’t you down in the ED?”

“I was released,” Jones informed the self-important man. “All fixed up.”

Whale looked doubtful, but he came to the obvious conclusion regarding why the detective was here rather than on his way home. “You wanted to see Hook?”

Jones rolled his eyes and nodded. The physician pursed his lips in thought.

“I don’t know that you qualify as family, even though technically, I guess you share the same DNA…”

“I’m here more in an official capacity,” countered Jones, deciding to go in after all. He’d come this far; he wouldn’t be intimidated away by Dr. Whale.

With an annoyed shrug, the physician relented. “Whatever. Come on, then. If you do feel faint, try not to pass out near anything that might split your head open.” He pushed past and headed for Killian’s room. Jones followed cautiously.

Killian lay unconscious amidst a tangle of equipment, looking shockingly corpse-like. Blankets and bandages covered the worst of his injuries, and most of the grime had been removed, which only served to highlight the colorlessness of whatever skin remained free of cuts, abrasions, or bruising. The absence of the collar was a major improvement, but the dramatic wasting of his flesh gave the impression that he suffered a terminal illness. Technically, Jones mused, that wasn’t too far from the truth.

Emma sat beside the bed, sandwiching her husband’s skeletal hand between both of her own, simply watching the rise and fall of his chest. She tensed as the two men entered, looking immensely sad and weary. Her only acknowledgement of Jones was a brief glance in his direction, a quick sweep of her gaze assessing his well-being, and then she turned her attention back to Whale. The physician stopped at the foot of the bed while an awkward Jones hung back near the doorway.

“Still waiting for confirmation on the MRI,” Whale began without preamble. “But from my interpretation, I’d say he’s not as far gone as I had expected, given how long he’s been enslaved. Definitely some signs of deterioration, but with rest and support, he may recover on his own, or at least remain stable until we figure out an effective treatment.”

Emma looked as if she were about to say something, but Whale continued his spiel.

“As you might expect, his blood work is all over the place; lots of organs showing signs of stress. He’s anemic, which we’re obviously going to attribute to blood loss, so we’re working to correct that…”

Still feeling slightly uneasy about listening without an express invitation, Jones broke in,

“You could give him some of my blood, if that would help anything.”

He caught a small flash of gratitude from Emma before Whale fixed him with a derisive look.

“You’re not that far from needing a transfusion yourself.”

“Wake him up.”

The physician turned his startled gaze back on Emma. “What?”

“I want you to wake him up.”

Whale frowned. “That’s not a good idea. The victims that stayed sedated seemed to--”

“He might know something about Hope,” Emma stated flatly, emotions carefully under control. “Wake him up.”

Dr. Whale stared at her for a long moment, then sighed. “Be right back.”

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence in the physician's absence. Despite feeling like he might need to take a seat soon, the light-headed Jones remained where he was, watching Emma watch Killian. He drew a breath to speak, changed his mind, then changed it back.

“You okay?”

Emma nodded a lie, not looking at him. “You?”

“Fine.” He let his own falsehood stand for a beat, hesitated, then asked, “And… David? Have you heard…?”

“Looks like he’ll pull through.” Emma rubbed a hand down her face, adding, “The sword struck his shoulder blade, didn’t hit anything vital. His unconsciousness had more to do with a blow to the head.”

Jones couldn’t suppress a smile. “Lucky bastards, the both of us. I’m relieved to hear that, Emma.”

“Yeah.”

She appeared remarkably calm about everything, but Jones could make out well-hidden signs of tension and could certainly relate. He had never found it easy leaving Alice to go on supply runs, even knowing she was “safe” in her imprisoning tower. Later on, when the poison in his heart had prevented any contact, he was always worrying about her: whether she had enough to eat, whether she was sleeping all right. Whether she was truly safe from harm. Whether she’d been able to achieve some degree of happiness. But at least he’d known her whereabouts. Until she’d escaped the tower, anyway. Emma, though… to have no real clue where Hope was, how to go about getting her back, or whether she was even still alive… it had to be consuming her soul, the uncertainty. And Hope so young, as well. Not old enough to fend for herself in any way. The thought chilled him to the marrow.

Even worse was the possibility that Killian had been right, and that this nearly dead figure before them may have life-changing knowledge to impart. Jones shuddered, refusing to believe it.

“Look,” he began, “I know I’ve said this before, but… we’re going to get her back. I will do anything in my power to help. Anything.” He straightened, ignoring the sharp twinge from his damaged sternum, and went unsteadily to Emma’s side. “You’re not alone in this.”

Jones placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Emma looked up with watery eyes and nodded her thanks.

How many times had he heard similar words? How long before they had started to feel like empty platitudes; something that brought more comfort to the one offering than the recipient?

From this distance, Jones could see more detail in his other self’s condition, none of it encouraging. He noticed again the missing earring, a fact that had flashed into his awareness during their earlier encounter, but at that time could not have been less important. Now he saw the reason for its absence: a dark pink line extending from the now-healed-over pierced center of the lobe to its edge, signifying traumatic removal. Three similar scars adorned the rim in various places, with the intersecting white lines left by sutures. Ouch.

Drifting past visible marks elsewhere, some freshly dressed, Jones’ gaze inevitably settled on the obscene mutilation of Killian’s blunted wrist. The closest look he’d gotten before was its explosive introduction to his cheek, which stepped up its throbbing in reaction to the memory. The limb had been carefully bandaged with enough padding to ensure everyone’s safety, but the shape of the curved handle remained visible beneath the linens. Jones cringed and felt a very real pang in his own wrist when he pictured the brutality that must have taken place.

Emma likely wouldn’t want to think or talk about it… and yet, perhaps it was better than allowing constant speculation and gruesome imaginings about her missing toddler. Jones cleared his throat, stepping back a pace to set a more comfortable distance for conversation.

“Did they, erm, say anything about…” He trailed off and waved awkwardly toward Killian’s opposite side.

“The livestock nose ring, you mean?”

Jones nodded weakly, hastening to add,

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want; I only thought--”

“It’ll need surgery to remove,” was her blunt response, void of emotion. “There’s bone shards and things to deal with. But since it’s not really causing problems right now, it isn’t urgent, so they want to wait until he’s more stable.”

Jones nodded again. Thankfully saving him from more discomfort, a nurse came in, followed by Dr. Whale. After one final look at Emma to confirm her intentions, the physician gave approval for the nurse to administer the contents of a syringe into Killian’s IV port.

“It could take a couple of minutes, or not,” warned Whale. “Just try to go easy on him; give him a little bit of time to orient himself.”

Killian’s heartbeat and respiration were already beginning to speed up a bit. Jones slipped back further out of the way in case something unexpected required the medical personnel to have quick access to their patient.

The first sign of broadening awareness was the faintest of noises deep in Killian’s throat; a question or a quiet complaint, it was hard to tell. Jones saw Emma’s hands tighten around her husband’s as she watched his gaunt face.

“Killian?” she called softly. His only response was a slight twitch, barely distinguishable from the tremors being heightened by consciousness. She tried again. “Killian, it’s me. I’m here.” Dismayed to feel him flinch and try to pull away from her grasp, she said, “You’re safe; you’re in the hospital. You’re okay.”

The raspy whine sounded again, fractionally louder this time and with a definite note of displeasure. Watching his vitals closely, Whale interjected,

“Can you hear us, Hook? Do you understand what Emma’s saying to you?”

It looked as if Killian were still trying to free his hand, a small scowl on his face, though his eyes stayed closed. Emma remained stalwart in her grip as she tried a different tack.

“I know you want to go back to sleep. But I need to talk to you first.” Her tone was gentle but solemn. “It’s important.”

Responding to an oddity on the heart monitor, Whale snaked his stethoscope beneath Killian’s gown to have a listen. Killian’s reaction was a feeble attempt to bat it away, but Emma still had a firm hold on his hand.

“Shhh, Killian, it’s okay,” she soothed. “It’s just your best friend Whale being his usual irritating self.”

If she were hoping to get a response from him--a smile, a groan, or protest--then she would have been disappointed. Killian stopped squirming and lay still. Jones began to wonder if he’d fallen back into unconsciousness. But then he spoke, his voice nothing more than a minute whisper.

“I must return.”

Emma froze, just for an instant, then schooled her features. “Screw that. You’re not going anywhere. Whale’s going to fix you up, and then--”

“My… Master…” Killian wheezed, a little bit louder this time. Squeezing his hand so hard that he winced, Emma hissed,

“Can kiss my ass. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, going there in the first place, but I’ll be damned if I let you crawl right back into that bastard’s clutches.”

Killian had dragged his eyes open during her tirade, and now lay squinting at her, pained by the lights. With no hint of shame, remorse, or even anger at her tone of voice, he repeated his statement.

“I must return to my Master.”

Emma swore quietly and ran a shaky hand down her face. “You wanted to forget her, didn’t you? You went in case he had her. But if he didn’t, then you knew he’d suck out your brains to stop it hurting. Your… your failure. Is that it?”

Stunned by the vitriol in her words, Jones felt as if he should step in, say something before irreparable damage was done. But before he could devise the right words, Emma spoke again.

“Does he have her, Killian? Can you tell us anything useful?”

Glancing painfully at each face in the room, expression devoid of emotion, Killian murmured,

“I… I can’t… I need…” He made as if to reach for his throat. Then he stopped, resting back on the pillow and closing his eyes in a wince. Emma growled, obviously exasperated and frantic for information about her daughter. Dr. Whale, who was making somber notations in Killian’s chart, pressed his lips together. Then he said,

“Maybe we should try again later. This is stressing him out; I don’t like it.”

“Just… give me a few minutes alone with him.”

There was nothing ominous in the statement, but it was obviously not a request. Whale scowled, displeased at being ordered around on his own turf.

“That’s extremely ill-advised, Sheriff; too much excitement could overload his system, causing seizures and who knows what else… he needs to rest if he’s going to have any chance at getting better…”

Emma’s glare wasn’t quite enough to convince the physician, but it did shut him up. Grimacing, Jones broke in with gentle counsel.

“I hate to say it, but perhaps we should listen to Dr. Whale. You know as well as I that extracting information sometimes requires patience, no matter how urgently it’s needed.”

She seemed determined to ignore all good advice, fixing each naysayer with a glower of irritation. Turning back to Whale, she said,

“15 minutes. I’ll press the button if he starts acting weird.”

“5,” he countered. “And we wait just outside the door.”

“Yeah, like you have so much time to spare.” She rolled her eyes. “10 minutes, Detective Jones acts as door guard. If I can’t get anything by then, you can put him back to sleep for as long as you want.”

“A lot can go wrong in 10 minutes,” grumbled Whale. He cast a grumpy eye on Jones, then back to Emma. “Him? How do you know he won’t faint the minute we leave him unsupervised?”

Jones was starting to see why Killian wasn’t particularly fond of the man. Emma didn’t say anything, only crossed her arms and waited. She must have let go of Killian’s hand at some point, and he was using the newfound freedom to rub wearily at the raw skin of his bare throat. Dr. Whale heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Fine. But I have two witnesses that this is your decision. Any negative outcome rests squarely on your shoulders.”

“Done.”

Dr. Whale huffed and scrawled an emphatic note in the chart, then beckoned the nurse to follow him out the door. Jones turned to join them, but hesitated.

“Maybe he should be restrained in some way…?”

Emma looked askance at him. “Really? An armed law officer vs. a bedridden model for Mr. Zombie Universe?”

Jones remained uneasy but didn’t press the issue. “Call if you need anything.”

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