#and i couldnt even go into another room to calm down before removing it because then i might run into my roommates

[dyke-mecha]

The meltdown can't get me if I'm hiding under a blanket, right? Right?

[shinytidalwavebread]

Imagine if morgana had a couple of days where her magic just went mad and merlin, Arthur and gwen had to cover for her.

Morgana woke up with a start. She had just had the most disturbing dream that her magic had gone completely out of control. Oh well, it was just a dream. She glanced round the room and gasped. Everything was floating! All the furniture, even the bed, was floating in midair. She shouted for merlin inside her head. He came racing in a few seconds later. He had no idea what was going on, and no idea how to put it right. He suggested that she just relax, and see if everything would go back to normal. To this she replied that how could she be calm, she seemed to of reversed the gravitational pull in her chambers! At least it was only her chambers, and not everywhere else, speculated merlin. Merlin at last managed to bring the objects back to the ground. Morgana breathed a sigh of relief. Then she heard footsteps. Arthur had heard someone entering morgana's chambers and was worried that something may of happened too her. Merlin just stood there, not seeming to hear a thing. Arthur burst into the room. He asked merlin what he was doing in Morgana's chambers this early in the morning. Merlin replied without thinking that he thought he heard her yell out. Arthur looked over at morgana, who was pretending to sleep. Maybe she did, he said, she sometimes spoke in her sleep. Arthur grabbed Merlin's wrist and tried to drag him from the room. Morgana panicked and shouted his name aloud this time. What if he left and things started to float again? Arthur immediately let go of merlin. He had tangled with tired morgana before and it was not an experience he wanted to repeat. He looked and morgana was now sat bolt upright, looking perhaps the palest he had ever seen her. He decided that he just didnt want to know and walked off down the corridor. Morgana asked merlin what she should do. Merlin told her that she should probably just wait and see what happened. Keep close to him. Maybe spend the day with arthur or something, that way merlin could always be close by. Morgana told him that was a good idea. Besides, if she wanted to accidentally set anyone on fire, it would be arthur. Merlin waited outside morgana's door for her to get ready, before she followed him to Arthur's chambers. Arthur had no idea why morgana was being so clingy with him and his servant all of a sudden. Maybe it was a dream or something. Yeah. That was probably it. He would go along with it until she dropped it. He had a councel meeting first thing and uther was very surprised as to why morgana insisted on being there. Merlin noticed a noise like a clanging coming from over by the door. Two swords were fighting each other and morgana was watching them, transfixed. Thankfully, uther and the councel had their backs too it, but there was still plenty enough noise for it to be noticed. Merlin tried to signal to morgana that something was wrong. She caught his eye and realised what she was doing. She went rigid and her eyes narrowed with fear. What if someone noticed. She couldnt put them down. Merlin was trying but there wasnt much he could do without giving away his secret. He was no help to either of them dead. Arthur had noticed Morgana's tension. Suddenly the swords dropped and Morgana's breath hitched. Arthur sensed this too. Merlin caught them both before they could make any noise. Morgana now sat still and unmoving, barely even breathing. Arthur was now very concerned. He got up to leave to try and figure things out. He motioned for merlin to follow him. Morgana came too. Arthur stopped dead in the hallway. He wanted to know what was wrong with morgana. Whether she was unwell or whether there was something weirder going on. Just then a small cloud began to form over Arthur's head. It began to hail, of all things. Arthur began to shout, but then he put it together. Morgana was causing this. Merlin and morgana both hesitantly filled in the gaps. She pleaded for him not to tell uther. Arthur was more surprised then anything else. Surprised as to how morgana had kept this from him. Surprised at how well she had hidden it. She asked him if he thought she was evil.

She was taken aback when he actually laughter. No, or course she wasnt evil! Frightning, definitely, but not evil. Morgana sighed with relief at her brothers easy acceptance of her. Then arthur suddenly stopped laughing. How would she hide this from uther? She had no idea. They would just have to go about their day, and try to stop anything going too wrong. They heard a cough behind them. It was Morgana's servant, gwen. Merlin, morgana and arthur all talked over one another trying to explain themselves. Gwen smiled and told them she had known for a while. After all, who was it morgana usually shouted for after a nightmare. Gwen had heard all about this with Morgana's sleep talking as well. Arthur suggested they take this conversation to his chambers where they wouldnt be overheard. In Arthur's chambers, they talked deeper about Morgana's magic. Whilst they were discussing, merlin casually used his magic to conjure a light. Arthur jumped out of his skin when he saw his servants eyes glow gold. He eventually got over it, and silently wondered how he hadn't noticed anything before. Arthur had a practise with the knights in the afternoon, so merlin would also have to be there. Morgana decided that she would join them. Once in the practise yard, morgana put on a helmet and grabbed a sword. Of course she couldnt resist the chance to beat arthur in a match. Arthur rolled his eyes and laughed at first. He told her that this was a bad idea. She then retaliated, saying he was only scared because he knew she would beat him. All the knights had gathered round them. Morgana attacked first, slashing at his chest and making a direct hit. He went for her legs, trying to knock her over. She deflected his blows and made seven connecting blows consecutively. A few minutes later she had him on his back, with a sword at his throat. Uther parted the crowds to see what was going on. Who was this knight strong enough to beat his son, he asked. Morgana removed her helmet to grin at him smugly. Uther laughed and said he should of known. Morgana helped arthur to his feet and smiled at him. Arthur was glaring at her. She thought it was just because she beat him, but no. He had spotted her eyes glowing. Something was about to happen. Arthur's boots began to move. On their own. They were trying to trip him up. He fought to stay balanced and hide this. Morgana was halfway between horrified and amused. Arthur was definitely the latter of the two. Merlin was watching and laughing in the background. Arthur was trying to control his boots, and his father was trying to hold back laughter. Morgana hit him in the back of the knees. He fell down, and the boots went limp. Uther told morgana that is wasnt nice to do that, but it was hardly sincere as he was laughing. Arthur lay on the ground groaning. The crowd had nearly dispersed, except for sir leon who was still smiling at arthur on the ground.

I may or may not do a part 2, or like morgana magic mishaps the series or something. That would depend.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Can you write something where reader and Roman goes on a vacation but Roman barely pays attention to her and basically takes there relationship for granted by paying attention to other girls. Then reader snaps when he doesn’t come to the hotel room all night. She buys an early plane ticket back to HG and tells Roman there over since he wants to cheat and not pay attention to her. Then a week and half goes by where the reader doesn’t speak to him and his assistant calls reader and tells her to..

You swore If he bought one more round for his group of giggling, nearly naked “friends” at the pool on your vacation, you we’re leaving. The weekend get away you had planned and worried over for the past 3 months, trying to make both your busy schedules work together. This was supposed to be a bonding one on one time, but as soon as you arrived, what could pass for the swedish swimsuit team hadn’t left your boyfriends side.

Initially you thought they were just some brazen whores, with dollar signs in their eyes, and air in their heads going for the famous billionaire, and although that still accurately described them, they apparaently knew him. How Roman knew half a dozen supermodel swimsuit models was beyond you, but not in the least shocking.

“Why weren’t you at the show this year? I looked for you.” Poofy lipped Barbie asked as she ran a finger down his bare arm. “I was so sad, ask anyone.” She finished with an alluring pout.

You were gonna pull her fucking hair out.

“Oh she is telling you zee truth handsome! She looked so pouty. And not just cuz her lips too.” The other platinum blonde in the group whined. Of course she was French.

“You know I’m a busy man. I can’t go to every Victoria’s Secret show they put on. Even if all my favorite models are there waiting for me to kidnap them afterwards.” He drawled sexily as he winked at them and smirked.

That was it. You we’re leaving! But you weren’t going to make a scene. You wouldn’t give these bitches the satisfaction. You took a few calming breaths and walked up in front of Roman to remind him who he came with. Flashing your brightest smile, you got on you tip toes and whispered in his ear, “you were right. I should of worn my suit under this dress. I’m gonna go throw it on and be right back. Don’t get lost! Do you need anything from the room?” You looked up in his beautiful green eyes and refused to show any of the heartbreak you currently were feeling.

“No I’m good. Already got my suit on and I’m ready to swim. Who’s with me? Let’s gets another round and then everyone in the pool.” He glanced over to you and winked just like he had just done to the other girls and it steeled your resolve.

“Be right back!” You said merrily as you caught the sneer of disdain clearly present on half the girls faces, directed right at you, just as you turned towards your bungalow. Just when you thought that was it, you felt two strong arms wrap around you and you were spun around to be kissed quite passionately in front of his little fan club. Pulling away, you looked up in his smiling face.

“I love you. Miss you already!” He said as he released you and headed back to his lounge chair in the shade. You always joked around with him and called him your little vampire, since he really seemed to dislike it, in more than minuscule amounts.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead from the glares you got sent your way now. Every woman there was as readable as a billboard, and hardly made an effort to hide their intentions from Roman.

Making your way to the little beach bungalow, you decided maybe you were being crazy and over reacting. He just said he loved you in front of a bunch of supermodels! Was it really a huge deal he was nice to them? They were his friends, and after the huge fight you guys had last week over why you could have male friends, it’d be pretty hypocritical to get mad now.

Throwing your suit on, and putting your hair up in a messy bun, you grabbed your sunscreen and giant sunglasses and made your way back out to find your man. It was kinda funny you were wearing a Victoria’s Secret swimsuit too.

Laughing at how exciting life was with Roman Godfrey, you turned the corner bringing the pool into view and stopped dead in your tracks.

Roman currently had a Topless supermodel straddling his shoulders, as she very Unenthusiastically attempted to get her top back from the other supermodel straddling what appeared to be a Calvin Klein underwear model or fucking professional athlete, in what appeared to be a game of chicken.

All of a sudden it was all too much. They were all too much. Too tall, too gorgeous, too fit, too intimidating, too athletic, too perfect. Those girls were who he belonged with. You didn’t know who you were kidding.

While you know that you werent unattractive, and considered pretty in a lot of circles, you were not a freaking supermodel angel or whatever they called them. You were hurt and mad, but you were also realistic.

No longer in the mood to swim, you headed back to the bungalow and felt like you stuck in a haze. Deciding to lay down for a few minutes, you soon were fast asleep.

By the time you woke, it was very dark and you were still very alone. Turning to the clock it read 11:52pm. You lay there blinking at the clock. It was too late to catch a flight home, but every fiber of your being had no desire to look at your neglectful asshole now ex boyfriend . You weren’t going to think about that now. Right now you were calling the front desk and getting your own room.

Thirty minutes later and you had all your stuff moved to your own room, a flight booked for first thing in the morning, and a sympathetic female front desk person that thought very little of Roman godfreys treatment of his girlfriend. As long as she didn’t give up where you were, you were pretty sure you could get out in the morning realatively conflict free.

By the time 2 am rolled around and not even a text message, you resigned yourself to being cast aside. Turning off your phone and removing the SIM card, you swiftly walked to the bathroom and flushed it before you could think about it. That would at least stop her from being able to talk to him or get messages for a day or two.

That’s all she could mentally handle at this point. One day at a time.

One and half weeks later....

You stared at the ceiling listening to your ringtone for the umpteenth time in a row. Whoever they were, they were persistent. Luckily you really liked the song your phone played when it rang so you just kinda zoned out and wiggled to the beat.

When the song ended, and almost instantly began again, you huffed and marched over, grabbing the phone without looking at the caller ID. “Someone better be dead.”

“Excuse me? Um. I’m sorry to disappoint but everyone here is alive and well. However I have to request that you dress yourself in something business casual and get in the limousine waiting outside.” The clipped unmistakable tone of Romans assistant cane through the phone.

Staring ahead incredulously, you couldnt help but laugh out loud. “Is he insane? I’m not getting into a fucking car. It’s over. Tell him to call Malibu Barbie and eat a dick.”

“Mam, I’m afraid I have to insist that you get in the car. Please I am begging. He’s been a nightmare. He said if I failed to convince you to get in the car, then I’m fired. I am actively looking for new employment, but I can’t afford to be jobless. I know this is unprofessional, but please get in the car and have lunch with the man. That’s all he’s asking.” The assistant pleaded.

You knew Roman was difficult and treated his employees poorly at times. You didn’t want to see him but you also didn’t want anyone to get fired because of you. And free food never hurt anybody..

Famous last words....

“Ok. I’ll go.”

[sammysnaughtygirl]

the way you treat me

Fandom: Walker (TV 2021)Rating"R Warnings:adult content Characters: Cordell Walker (Walker TV 2021), Grace& Emily Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Walker Bingo, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Shameless Smut, Crossover Pairings, - Fantasy Summary: cordwell walker uses blackmail against rival Grace

Square Filled"blackmail,Angst cordell walker ,had had a bad day at work ,his face was smeared with redness as he had just bumped into an old friend and found out that she too was now a texas ranger and he couldnt understand what she was up to why she had joined the force why she had come back to town without informing him if made him fume with anger ,G race was cordy,s longtime friend but before she had left town without letting him know she was leaving they had become more than friends so he thought now he just didnt want to see her at all.his mind wondering what had sent her packing had also wanted to know what had brought her home cordell was so upset he just starting throwing things around the room shattering glass and smashing holes into the walls with his fist he was now in a new relationship with emily but if knew if he spent even just one moment with Grace he wouldnt be able to control himself because he knew deep down in his heart he wasnt over her so he made up his mind he just had to prepare himself for their reunion ,Emily had to be first he had to make himself keep her the focus of his agenda but he felt he knew it was gonna take all the power he had to do this. he snatched open the fridge and grabbed a beer before plopping into the chair in front of the tv he drank serval before heading off to bed his dreams were covered with images of Grace dancing thru out the night when he awoke he dressed in a hurry and dashed out for the office praying he was early enough that he wouldnt run into her as cordell was reaching for his assignment the door flung open and in a instant Grace came gliding thru it as if she hadnt a care in the world not even taking notice of cordell standing there glaring at her Grace stumbled into the bosses office and drapped herself in the seat asking what she needed to do for the day,she was handed an assignment the boss making it clear that she need to take charge and get to work immeditaly so she ripped the paper in half and stuck in her pocket ,out the door she went with no hesitation not looking to see her new partner might be as she reached the patrol car cordy stood beside the passenger side door with anger in his eyes omg Grace plurred out not you ,well im not happy about this either cordell shouted back to her its not my cup of tea to have to see you again. me, Grace was stung with his words why are you so mad at me ,cordell couldnt believe she would even ask him such a thing you left not explaining to me why or if you,d come back how was i to know you couldnt handle things what Grace asked she started to laugh at his gesture which made him grow angerier ,Grace could see hurt in him im sorry for not talking to you before i just took off but i didnt know how to deal with what was happening not just between us i had alot going on,so why didnt you come & tell me this did it make it better to shut me out to take the high road and just leave me in the dark? no it wasnt fair for me to leave without explaining to you why i had to im listening cordell said ,we cant do this now she told him we have work to do,oh i get it the old dodge the question routine, no it will just have to wait Grace said work has to come first sure cordell agreed as they both jumped into the patrol car this isnt uncormfortable at all Grace said cordell sneered at her without saying a word back the day grew long but they stayed silent after all they both were just not ready for real talk soon the day had come to end and they parted ways waiting for the right time to open the wounds she had left behind Grace didnt know exactly how much hurt she had caused. the next day she hoped things would look clearer but cordell wasnt going to make it easy for her he wanted answers he pulled her aside after arriving at work the next day ,we have to have to talk about it he said fine Grace followed him into

breakroom i need to know why you left he asked she looked at him her eyes were filled with tears i had to she told him but why ,why i dont understand he looked confused Grace nodded her head i know you dont ,Emily found out and she threatened you what,no way not possible cordell said she threatened me how ? she threatened to have your job she knew how much you meant to me still do actually ,stop it cordell pleaded i dont trust you anymore fine Grace told him ask her yourself she was afraid of the time we were spending togather she knew you had fallen for me too thats why she did it,she wanted to tear us apart and it looks like it worked your the one who walked away not me i would have never left you .i need to talk to Emily still dont believe me huH? cordell turned his back and walked out of the room,he stormed out of the building pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Emilys she picked up after just two rings hello ,Emily i need to see you now can you meet me at the square in an hour sure babe she told him what,s up nothing i just need to see you its important ok ill be there see ya soon bye she said,cordell got into his pickup truck and drove to the square where he waited for Emily to show up he sat in the middle of the square at a table directly facing the road so he could see her before she seen him ,the minutes went by quickly and before he knew it she was pulling into a parking spot he watched her as got out and started to walk over to his table he stood up as she approached him and he kissed the side of her check whats up anything wrong she asked him ,cordell shook his head you tell me he said why did you threaten Grace & me it was blackmail you know that right wait stop she nodded i can explain ,explain what how you took her away from me how this was all your fault?thats not what i meant Emily spoke i need to let you know why i did it i love you,no you just wanted what you couldnt have isnt that right you knew i loved her ,you knew how i felt about her and you didnt say a thing ,you probally knew she loved me as well is that why you did it ? i didnt mean to you didnt mean to what hurt me how did you think i was gonna react did you think i was gonna just fall into bed with you was that it ,Emily grabbed his hand i love you not her,cordell slowly removed her hand from his im sorry i dont feel the same yes you do i know you do she started to become violent and adutanted no i dont cordell tried to be calm with her as she was going off on him he decided it was time to just walk away as she tried holding on to him .you cant just walk away she cried as cordell fled,Grace was alone back at her moms old place and cordell knew he would find her there so he wasted no time after his meeting with Emily he knew now what had happened so he was headed to comfront her once again ,when he reached the porch of her house he started to feel those old feelings surface as he knocked on the door Grace peaked out to see who it was can i come in he asked sure she lead him inside i talked to Emily really Grace said howd that go i know what you told me was true i was just mad and hurt im sorry for the things i said to you apology accepted ,she told him he stood there learing at her what whats wrong she asked how could do that to me ,cordell i told you no i mean really how could you just walk away knowing how i felt about you i didnt want to cause trouble for you i wasnt sure if you felt the way i did ,so i just gave in to her demands it was easier than being rejected by you ,how can you say that you know id never reject you,he took a step foward and placed his hands around to cradle her face im in love with you how could you not see that he leaned down and softly kissed her pink lips she could feel her body clinging to his every word i want to be with you not Emily .Grace was so excited she threw her arms around him and squezed him so tight as if she never wanted to let go the tension was mounting the heat from his touch made her dizzy,maybe we should move this to your bedroom cordell implied catching her breath yes maybe we

should he scoped Grace up his his arms and carried her to the bedroom bringing the door shut with his foot he dropped her on the bed gently and drapped himself over the top of her and leaned in glancing her over before brushing a kiss against her lips ,standing to his feet he lifted Grace and slowly undressed her his hands once again found her mouth tracing the outline of her lips with his fingertips ,moving back on the bed cordell slide his hands down her body tracing her outline it made Grace tingle with every touch the two conitnued on to make sweet love and ended the night falling asleep moments later being at peace with one another embracing their newfound love .Grace dreamed that night the most beautiful dream ever .the way you treat me its the most beautiful thing i could ever imagine she had found what she was searching for cordell .

[croose]

Power Down

Request/Summary: After a successful mission, you ride back to Coruscant with the 501st (And more importantly, Rex) prepared to end the war. As usual, however, everything goes wrong.

Pairings: Captain Rex x reader

Warnings: None

Authors note: Definitely excited to write more to this series if anyone's interested! Also, thanks to @capsironunderoos for inspiring me to get back into fanfic with their Commander and Her Captain series! Definitely worth a read!

You sigh as the last of your ships close their hatch, before taking off.

You turn, running your hand through your hair before moving towards General Skywalker, Commander Tano and Captain Rex.

"General." Anakin nods at your approach.

Despite how tired you are, you nod back at him and plaster on a bit of a smile. "This day is a big win for the Galactic Republic."

"All thanks to you, General." Rex said.

You had to admit it - Something about Skywalker's Captain had always intrigued you and now working this close to him you felt that intrigue grow.

"On the contrary, Captain. I may have tracked him down, but I alone would not possess the power to capture this... Monster."

"Well if you two don't want the credit, I'll take it!" Commander Tano said, which elicited a laugh from both Rex and yourself.

"Snips!" Anakin scolded.

"What?"

"I never said I didn't want any credit!"

"Oh! Well, another successful mission all thanks to myself, Skyguy, and absolutely no one else."

You smiled a bit at the Togruta's playful banter before shaking your head a bit.

"Well, that's our shuttle preparing to leave." Anakin said. "So unless you both want no credit and to be left behind, I'd recommend hurrying!"

You laugh a bit as Anakin and Ahsoka walk off, but before Rex can follow, you gently grab hold of his arm, pulling his attention to you. "Seriously, though, Captain..." Your voice is quiet, gentle. "Thank you."

Rex stares at you and when you reach out in the force you sense... Well, you're not great at emotions, but you think it's embarrassment? But almost sort of in a good way? You got the feeling your thanks meant something to him.

"Come on, General." Rex finally speaks "Dooku can't point us to the Sith Lord if we aren't there to guard him and he escapes."

You nod and follow Rex on board.

The carrier shuttle takes off, heading for Anakin's Republic Attack Cruiser. You can't help but think of the war... The Sith Lord has always bothered you... In control of the senate. Not on the senate but in control.

You figured that, logically, that meant there were only about four people that could be. And you watched them all carefully this past year and yet you had gotten no closer to narrowing it down.

It didn't matter, though, because after weeks of analyzing and meditating you had figured out how to track Dooku and with Skywalker's help, you had succeeded. You had captured him.

Count Kriffing Dooku.

You only had one concern as you loaded him into a holding cell and that was how relaxed he was. Amused, almost.

But you put up the proper security measures, the laser gate raised and the door sealed.

At first, sailing back to Coruscant seemed to not be an issue, traveling at lightspeed. The first issue came when one of Skywalker's clones tentatively approached to say there had been a malfunction in the main system and random doors throughout the ship were opening and closing.

Skywalker's admiral Yularen went off to deal with that, along with a few other clones.

Aside from the team piloting the Republic Attack Cruiser, you were left alone with Skywalker, Tano and Rex. Not that this was necessarily a bad thing.

Besides, some door malfunctions weren't a big deal. People were only reacting like this because Dooku was on board. Fair.

The next thing that happened was a bigger deal. The ship lurched unexpectedly and the guards outside of Dooku's cell stopped responding.

"Stay here in case anyone needs you!" Anakin ordered Rex and yourself before running off with Ahsoka.

Of course, Rex wasn't entirely prepared to listen. The two of you stood in the hall so nothing could get to the main control room without you first seeing it, but the people in the control room could easily find you if needed.

You couldn't necessarily... control your emotions, but you could hide them and that was good enough. Rex, however, began pacing, which you found fascinating.

You wondered what it would be like to be able to show your emotions and watched Rex with a fascinated intrigue. It was the only thing stopping you from exploding with fear so you gladly took the distraction.

I suppose, though, that Rex felt your eyes on him because eventually he stopped pacing and turned to star back at you. You could sense him the force, stronger than anyone else on board, though maybe you were just focusing on him.

His presence was calming, intoxicating, actually. You began subconsciously moving towards him and he to you. You found yourself wrapped in the feeling he gave you and you thought you could almost see his eyes underneath his visor.

Tentatively, and almost instinctively, going against everything you've ever stood for, you allowed some of the adoration you felt to slip onto your face before beginning to move your hands towards his helmet.

He leaned his head into your touch, resulting in his upper forehead resting lightly on your lower forehead and you froze there, curious. You wondered what it was about this man drawing you in... What it was about him that was so intoxicating that in a split moment you almost abandoned your whole life.

And now fear did trickle through. Fear of Dooku, but also... Fear of yourself. You had barely noticed how close you had gotten to Rex and how fast and if you couldnt control your own actions in a time of war, then how could you ever keep innocent people safe?

Rex seemed to sense your hesitation, because underneath his visor you saw his eyes flicker up to meet your own.

His eyes.

Stars, his eyes.

They were almost enough to make you continue removing his helmet. They would have been, too, had the ship not lurched a second time, throwing you both across the room this time as you were violently thrown from hypserspace.

You sat up just as all of the interior power cut - You weren't sure how. An Ion canon, perhaps. Either way, from coms to droids, power was cut. You suspected that meant Anakin's hand, too.

Krif. And Dooku's cage.

"Dooku." You growled, pushing yourself up and resting your hand on your saber.

Rex was right behind you, also jumping up.

You had to rely on the hope that Anakin's men would follow procedure and get the power back online even if you didn't tell them because in that moment you had no time to spare. You had to get to Dooku.

The doors into the next couple of hallways still worked, but you assumed that was because of the doors all glitching out earlier. Which you now had to assume wasn't a glitch at all, but part of a larger picture you hadn't yet seen.

The ship rocked again, this time as an exterior enemy fired on you. You and Rex teetered to the side, dangerously close to falling back onto the ground but managed to regain yourselves, though you suspected various areas of the ship would now be on fire.

You were just about to continue running down the current hallway, Rex behind you when your instincts kicked in.

There was no warning, no preparation, no signaling creak. Just you and the Force.

And so you reached out in the force and grabbed hold of Rex's soothing presence. He was too far away for you to physically grab, but it didn't matter. You could reach him in the force. It all happened in a manner of seconds. Less, actually.

You swung Rex past you, careening him down the hallway at the exact same time that your instincts, your gut reaction proved itself yet again.

Rex looked up from where you'd thrown him just in time to meet your eyes.

And then the roof of the hallway collapsed with you still under it.

[bridgyrose]

Infiltrating Witch. So... the fight at the docks. What exactly happened and how much trouble did SAAP get into?

Sitri paced the room, while her teammates sat down in front of her. “I leave you alone for ten minutes-” 

“Actually, you let us leave for almost five,” interrupted Xan. 

“It doesnt matter how long you were out there! You should’ve known better than to blow up the docks!” 

Aro sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, but, how were we supposed to know that the dust containers werent packed right? And besides, the White Fang started it. All we did was help stop them. So what if there was a little collateral damage?” 

“I care because it could get us expelled!” Sitri looked over to Salem. “You’ve been quiet Sapphire. What do you have to say on this?” 

Salem smirked a bit. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had joined us.” 

Sitri pinched the bridge of her nose, groaning a bit. “...you three are trying to get expelled, arent you?” 

“Not like Ozpin actually cares if we’re here. I mean, just look at Ruby and Blake. They didnt get into any trouble and the rest of us are getting detention for this.” 

Salem listened to the anger in Aro’s voice as she spoke, realizing that the girl had a point. While the rest of the students were free to get in trouble, it seemed that Ruby and her team were very much under the watchful guidance of Ozma. Although, at this point, she wasnt sure if it was because he had a soft spot for that particular team, or if he wanted that silver eyed warrior in his good graces. Either way, it seemed like she was going to need to change her plans on how she was going to get Ruby away from him. Which… was going to prove harder than she thought. Playing hero didnt seem to be enough, and with the leeway Ozma was giving her and her team, trying to sabotage her learning was going to be a whole other monster to deal with.

Sitri sat down and winced for a moment before continuing to speak. “I dont care who did or didnt get in trouble. What I care about is the fact that we’ve been here for a month and you three have already had detention for most of it. We’re here to be huntresses, arent we?” 

Xan shrugged a bit. “I’m only here to keep Aro out of trouble.” 

“And I’m here because I was... “ Aro paused for a moment, trying to think of the right words. “...persuaded in my best interests.” 

“It was either jail or this for her,” Xan explained. 

Sitri groaned and laid back .”Great. Just great. I’m the only one on my team that actually wants to be here. Not that it matters, because I cant get a single member of my team to listen to me…” 

Aro stood up and started walking over to Sitri. “If you werent such a stick in the mud, maybe we’d listen to you more. But no, all it ever is with you is “but we’re supposed to be huntresses and to be heroes!” Well guess what, fairy tales and heroes are bullshit! The world is a shitty place and you arent going to be able to do a single thing about it to make anything different!” 

Sitri sat up, eyes filled with anger. The plants in the dorm started to move, vines and roots starting to move around the floor, closer to Aro. “You really think I’m doing this just to be a hero? I have more reasons than that! I know damn well how dark the world can get!” Sitri’s eyes started to glow a bright green as roots started to wrap around Aro’s ankles. “I know exactly how shitty this world really is. I dont want to be a hero because I have a fantasy of fairy tales, I want to be a hero so no one has to go through what I did!” 

The roots around Aro’s ankles dropped her to the floor, vines wrapping around her wrists so she couldnt get up. Aro struggled to free herself, starting to get the fire dust tattooed on her to activate until she saw Sitri standing over her, a spearhead to her throat. 

“If this is the only way to get you to listen, then so be it. But you have no idea what it’s like to lose a trait. No idea what it’s like for someone to call you a freak, pin you down, and then remove the only thing that made you different from others!” 

Salem and Xanthic pulled Sitri away from Aro, dropping her concentration on the vines to let Aro go. Xan was the first to speak. “Alright, you’ve made your point. Just please, calm down.” 

Aro got up, rubbing her wrists and looking over to Sitri. Her team leader had tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “Sounds like we both have had shitty experiences.” 

Sitri took a deep breath as she started to calm a little, watching the vines and roots go back to their respective pots. “I… I shouldnt have…” 

“Its fine.” Salem’s voice came to be reassuring to her teammate. “But I think I know someone that can make you a replacement for your trait. It… wont exactly be the same, but it’ll still give you that feeling you miss. And we can give it a few improvements from what it used to be.” 

Sitri hesitated for a moment as she looked over to Salem. “You do?” 

Salem nodded and looked over towards Xanthic. “Are you still in touch with your mentor?” 

Xan narrowed her eyes at Salem. “How would you even know my mentor could help with this?” 

“Because I know your mentor is Arthur Watts. Now call him and let him know what we need. If he asks, just tell him I’m calling in a favor.” 

Xan took a deep breath, but pulled out her scroll, walking into another room. “Fine, but you’re going to have to tell me how you know him.” 

Salem nodded as Xan left the room, turning her attention to Sitri. “Now, what trait are you missing?” 

[wolferals]

🎀babysitting🎀

arón piper imagine

(I got inspired by an episode on „Awkward“ for this one in case this seems familiar)

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„Thank you, have a nice night!“ you yelled out of the door and shut it to make some food for Ella.

Tonight you were babysitting your mom‘s friend‘s baby Ella and you were convinced everything would be fine.

She was a very quiet baby and easily satisfied, they had told you.

„Come on Ella.“ you spoke as you were carrying her back to the kitchen after just saying goodbye to her parents.

She was 10 months and was finally allowed to eat solid food so you decided to make her some spaghetti with tomato sauce and maybe some fruits for after before then putting her to bed at 8.

You sat her in her little chair with some toys as you walked around the table to start cooking.

She was right behind you so she could see that you were there, which calmed her down and she fully focused on her toys.

While cooking you talked to her a little. You know what you tell babies. „Mommy and daddy are eating now too, so Ella has to eat some spaghetti as well“ or you told her about your school problems even thought she probably didnt understand nor care at all.

You put the plastic plate in front of her and handed her a spoon so she could eat the previously cut spaghetti herself.

For yourself you had some spaghetti as well and a glass of soda since you had been super hungry too.

You had to help her a little because she messed up how babies do and it even made her giggle spilling sauce on her chin.

„Yeah you like having sauce all over your face? Come on let‘s clean you after dinner.“ you laughed and wiped some tomato sauce off her face with a napkin.

She made a whole mess so you decided to give her a quick bath and then put her to bed. Ella had been rubbing her big brown eyes quite often while dinner to show you how tired she was.

So you grabbed her and put her in the small bathtub her parents had bought for her. It only fit a bit of water anyways so you were safe.

It didnt take too long to bathe her and afterwards you dried her off and put her in her pajamas. She barely cooperated, almost fell asleep in the bathroom.

So you carefully took her in your arms and carried her to the bedroom to finally place her in her crib and turn on her heart shaped night light.

She was already asleep when you had let go of her to shut the blinds.

Her parents wouldnt be home before 1:30 or so, so you went back to the kitchen to clean up and then watch a movie in the living room.

But just as you turned on the tv, you heard Ella cry from her room.

„Oh baby whats wrong?“ you asked and sat her on your lap. „I just changed your diaper and you also ate, whats wrong?“

She obviously couldnt tell you.

Then you decided to take her to the living room to give her some milk to fall asleep again.

She just didnt stop crying.

At some point you got a little annoyed but still tried your best to calm her down.

You gave her milk, played with some toys and even sang for her but poor little Ella wouldnt stop crying.

For a second you thought about calling her parents but they were out for dinner, you didnt want to interrupt them.

*

Almost an hour later she was still crying very loudly and you were about to explode, you were so frustrated.

You had no idea what was wrong with her and it hurt your heart seeing this cute little thing cry.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door.

You grabbed Ella and made your way to the hallway.

„Hello?“ you asked the stranger.

He was tall.

Handsome, smiling at the sight of you and the baby.

„What are you doing here?“

Arón just stepped inside without asking.

„I live next door and ive never heard Ella cry so hard, i figured something had to be wrong.“

You guys used to go to school together but kind of lost contact after he got a mayor role in a movie a couple years back. You didnt even know he still lived in Luarca.

„May I?“ He pointed towards the crying Ella. You handed her to him and he talked to her a little.

You on the other hand were super tired now, went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to calm down.

Arón was sitting on the floor with her, playing with some toys in the meantime.

„So you‘re their new babysitter? They shouldnt pay you, you‘re clearly not doing a good job.“ He laughed.

You stuck your tongue at him playfully and then walked up the both of them to sit on the couch.

„I dont know whats wrong. She just woke up before and hasnt stopped crying since.“

She was still crying though.

Arón nodded understanding and then placed Ella on his lap.

„Maybe she has a bellyache?“

You hadnt thought about that.

He then stood up with Ella under one arm.

„Let me try something.“

Arón left the room with her, leaving you sitting there, helpless. You felt like a little kid again.

A minute or two he returned, still holding Ella. It didnt look like it worked since she was still screaming her lungs out.

„Hold her for a second please.“

You held onto her crying being while Arón simply took off his shirt.

Instinctively your mouth opened, staring at him.

He had quite nice abs, his tattoos were very much of your liking.

„Come on.“ He took Ella back in his arms and as if he had practiced magic, she stopped crying.

„Omg what?“ you asked and stared at him.

Arón proudly smiled while drawing circles on her back with his finger. „Babies love skin. It calms them down I guess.“

You started laughing in admiration for this guy.

„Wow. Thank you!“ you spoke and stood up to meet him eye to eye.

„No problem, I‘ll bring her to bed sí?“

You nodded.

And then this now extremely handsome, ripped, talented man left you in shock. A good kind of shock.

You had no words, he had saved you a little bit.

It didnt take long until he came back and grabbed his shirt to put it back on. Internally you prayed he wouldnt, but you obviously couldnt say that.

„Thank you Arón.“ you smiled and removed a section of hair out of your face.

He smiled back.

He had a fucking beautiful face. And an even more beautiful smile.

„If you dont mind, I‘ll stay in in case she needs a man again.“

You started laughing. He joined and you slightly bit your lip. He clearly saw that and grinned at you.

„I‘d love that. Thank you.“

So you guys ended up sitting on the couch, talking. Catching up on the past years and eventually getting closer.

He wasnt as bad as you had always thought. He was very sweet.

And charming.

„Would you want to continue this another time, at dinner maybe?“ He suddenly asked and looked you deep in the eyes.

You were startled for a second but immediately replied:“Yeah. That‘d be nice.“

Arón laughed, then slowly got up and walked around the couch.

„I think I still got your number actually. I‘ll call you alright?“

He spoke and walked up to the door.

„Yeah sure.“ you replied and smiled as he disappeared out the door.

Just as you thought he was gone, he suddenly came back and walked up to you again.

Before you could say anything, he had placed his hand on your right cheek and placed a soft kiss on your other cheek. (Gif above)

„See you soon, y/n.“

He smiled and then actually left.

This had probably been the best babysitting ever. If Ella hadnt screamed, you wouldn’t have realized what a nice guy he actually was.

So thanks to Ella for this, you would totally make her your bridesmaid when you guys get married.

[lu-undy]

Im a sucker for hurt/comfort what can i say. No one knows this, but Spy is completely terrified of dogs, something happened with one of then in his childhood and now, every time he gets close to one he almost has a panick attack. Sniper loves dogs, grew up with them, so one day, when a lost stray appears in the base, Snipes takes care of it. He helps Spy understand the animal and he ends up creating a bond with it. Snipes couldnt be prouder for Spy to overcome his terrible fear. -🐑💙

Heeere it is! Hopefully you’ll like it, it’s a bit long but I hope it won’t feel like it ^^

Sniper had driven to the nearest payphone for his weekly call to his parents.

It seemed not much had changed back home. His parents were still busy with the farm, they had seen the usual faces at the market the previous day, and their business was going pretty well. 

“And how’s yer darlin’?” His mother asked.

Sniper pushed the hat deeper on his head and blushed as strongly as if he was physically standing in front of his parents.

“Uh, y-yeah, he’s uh, he’s alright. We’re alright.”

A stray dog came to him and the Australian smiled to him as a reflex. He continued the chat as the dog sat next to him, wagging his tail on the orange floor of the desert.

Soon the phone call ended in countless “byes” and “love ya”.

“Roight, back to the base.”

The Australian walked back to his campervan a few metres away and the dog followed him. 

“Mate, you look terrible… Let me see…”

The dog walked his head low, he looked famished but he managed to walk and wag his tails as best as he could.

“You don’t look too sick. Who the hell left such a good puppy out like that…? Come with me, I’ll try and see what I can do for ya. Can you jump in? Good boy-oh, girl, sorry I didn’t pay much attention.”

Sniper had let the dog sit on the passenger’s seat. He patted her head and started the van, heading back to the base and when he arrived, he parked near it.

"Roight, let's see what we can do for ya. First, a bit of food and water won't hurt. Follow me!"

The Australian went to his van's backdoor and opened it. He prepared a bowl of fresh water and opened a can of tuna in another one. He put it all on the floor and patted the dog’s head as she came closer. 

"There ya go. Don't have proper dog food but I guess in yer state, anythin' will do eh? Good girl, now I'll go and get Medic to check you up. I hope he isn't busy or anythin'. I'll be a minute."

Sniper shut the door after him and went to the base, straight to the German doctor's quarters. Meanwhile, a certain man in a suit had heard the van's engine stop from his suite and had deduced that his lover had come back from his phone call. 

Spy put his newspaper down and popped to the bathroom to check himself. Tie? Mask? Gloves? Oh, and teeth? Oui, everything was perfect, as usual. He nodded to his reflection in the mirror and exited his suite to meet with the man his mind had been busy with. 

Once he arrived in front on the van's backdoor, he gave a short knock and pricked his ears up. No answer. But he could hear noises coming from inside. He leaned in closer to the door and realised that it sounded like someone was there, rummaging through his lover's belongings. 

"Sniper?"

No answers. Non, something was wrong, definitely. The Frenchman flung the door open and jumped in as he flicked his blade open from his breast pocket. His eyes fell on the dog there and he dropped his blade instantly, cold sweat running down his spine. 

"Non… Non, non, non, non…!" 

His breath accelerated deliriously fast as he felt the fear paralyse him and take control of his limbs. He walked back as slowly as he could, his eyes open wide never leaving the dog’s. She was lying down, chewing on the Australian's slipper and wagging her tail happily. 

Spy bent his back down and raised his hands as if he was surrendering. His breath was so erratic that he could not articulate any words. He just slid his feet back very delicately, one after the other until his back hit the base's door. 

His wobbling knees could barely carry his weight and his eyes were full of tears that he held back, in fear that the dog would react and move closer to him. Spy put his hand on the handle and delicately opened it before slipping inside as fast as he could and locking the door. 

Feeling that he was relatively safe now, he put a hand on his chest to calm himself and gulped down his dry throat. As he did so, he realised he had left his blade on the van's floor and winced. Now it was lost. There was no way on Earth he could go back that close to the dog and retrieve it. Fuck the knife!

Spy ran to the living room and flung the door open. No Sniper. He rushed to the kitchen and crashed on its door. Heavy got startled and stopped chewing on his sandwich, his eyes snapping wide. Still no Sniper. 

As he ran through the corridor looking left and right, the Frenchman bumped onto someone. 

"Oh mon Dieu merci! C'est toi, mon amour?!" 

[Oh my God thanks! It's you my love?!]

He was grasping and clinging onto the Australian whose face turned bright red upon being called that way out of the intimacy of their room. 

"Whot-?"

Spy looked left and right and seeing that no one was around, he grabbed his lover's hand and shoved him in his room before locking the door.

"Spy, what's wrong? Oh?!"

The Frenchman hugged his lover and it was far from the tender usual gesture. No, he was holding him, clinging to his polo shirt as he would to dear life itself and burying his head in Sniper's chest. The Australian hugged him and frowned. 

"What is it with you? You act like you've seen a ghost or something." 

"Mundy… Mundy… Mundy…"

"Are you-? Oh my God, c'mere…" 

The Australian tightened the embrace around his lover's sides as he heard the Frenchman sniff repeatedly. He pulled him to the bedroom and shut the door, Spy clinging to him all along. 

Sniper lied on the bed and his lover laid on top of him.

"Luv', tell me what's wrong. Why're you cryin'? I've never seen you like that, you're scarin' me…"

"I… I wanted to see you…" 

"Yeah, what is it…?"

"I went to your van… Because I heard that you came back… oh mon Dieu, Mundy, I thought I was going to… Oh mon Dieu…"

[Oh my God]

"What is it?! Tell me and whatever it is, I'll deal with it myself, can't have you cryin' like that."

Spy's head was under his lover's chin. He spoke between two sniffs, his tears drenching his mask. 

"And I lost my knife… In your van… I can't fight it… I am… It terrifies me. I could hardly walk back here… Mundy please stay with me, I know it's not far, I can't fight it, it will kill me…"

"Lucien, my love, look up in my eyes now." 

The Australian cupped his lover's face and looked him straight in the eyes. The Frenchman's were red, swollen and soaked wet. 

"I'll get rid of yer mask, ok?"

"N-non, please, it will see me and it will kill me, please Mundy, please protect me…" 

And again, Spy lowered his head and buried it in his lover's chest, sobbing again.

Please Mundy, please protect me.

That sentence hit the Australian like a punch in the throat. 

"Listen, it's just you and me, you locked your door. Do you want me to lock the bedroom's too?" 

Spy nodded, his head still against his lover's torso. 

"Alroight, move aside a bit."

"Non, I'll come with you. I can't let you go." The muffled, broken voice answered. 

"Roight, come with me then." 

They coordinated their movements and locked the bedroom door before coming back to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

"Now, take yer mask off." 

Spy raised his head and looked at the door.

"It's locked, we locked it together. You're safe, it's only me with you." 

The Frenchman nodded and removed his balaclava. 

"Good, now you have to tell me what's wrong, I can't protect you from something if I don't know what it is."

"I can't." 

Sniper raised an eyebrow. 

"You can. Look, I love you and I'm as intrigued as you're scared. Please tell me."

"Non."

"If you're that paralysed then I guess it's bloody big! You said you lost yer knife, did you fight it, whatever it is?"

Spy lowered his head and shook it. They were both sat on the edge of the bed and Sniper removed his lover's gloves and his own before taking Spy's fingers between his. 

"You didn't fight it but you lost your knife?" 

The Frenchman nodded as he took a handkerchief out to wipe his face. 

"What is it…? Please tell me luv'."

"I-I can't." 

"Why?" 

"Even you wouldn't understand."

"No, no I can. That's what I love you means. It means I'll make the effort to get you. But you have to give me a chance. I'm sure I will."

"Non. No one ever understood. It's ridiculous. I can't tell you. Just trust me. I can't go outside now. It will…"

Mundy frowned as he saw his lover hide his face in his hand, his head hung low, his elbows on his thighs. 

"Lucien... I… I won't make fun of you. Y-you're the bravest man I know. You're not scared of… of lovin' a bloke, one like me. You're everything and-and I would never ever make fun of you, whatever it is." 

Lucien didn't flinch. Mundy wrapped an arm around him and pulled him to lean against him, which the Frenchman promptly did.

"Lu', please… Please my love, my darlin'..." Spy screwed his eyes shut and frowned hard. It was very unlike Mundy to use so many sweet words. But that only meant that he himself must be looking devastated. The Frenchman felt ashamed.

"I can't bear to see ya like that. Tell me at least a clue. You said it's in my van, but you've been there before, countless times. What's changed?" 

"Something has. You didn't have it before. I don't even know if you own it per se. I heard noises, like someone rummaging through your things and given that you didn't answer when I called, I opened the door anyway and… That's when I saw it, murderous dark eyes, drool dripping on the floor, it… It looked at me and-"

Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

The bloody dog!

"Why are you so scared of her?" 

"Her?" 

"Yeah. It's a she and she's still a baby."

"Non, non, Mundy, it's a monster, it's-I've seen what it's capable of. Monstrosity and mistake of nature, it kills you in the most painful ways. Even I with my career and the atrocities I've seen during the war, I have never seen such cruelty."

Mundy realised that his lover's hands were shaking.

"C'mere…"

He pulled him closer. 

"On my lap, c'mon."

"Mundy-"

"No."

The Australian lifted his lover and put him on his lap before hugging him dearly. 

"Tell me now." Mundy said.

"I've told you already." 

"No, tell me what happened for you to think that."

"Non."

"Look at me."

The Frenchman didn't flinch.

"Lucien." Mundy squeezed him tighter. "Please let me protect you." 

"And I want you to. If this thing comes near me, I'm afraid you won't see much of me." 

"Look, I don't wanna piss you off or anythin' but… I found her near the payphone. She was starvin' and she followed me to the van. She didn't seem sick or anythin' so I asked her to come along and she accepted."

"Mundy, you need to drive it away and get rid of it. If I could, I would do it myself but…"

"Tell me what happened." 

Lucien sighed and hugged his lover, putting his head on Mundy's chest under his chin. 

"I was an infant. I had a friend at school. We use to walk to and from home together, he was a neighbour. One day, a stray dog was there. Being the children that we were, we thought that we could approach it and pet it." 

The Frenchman's silence fell like an axe sliced a log. 

"What happened then?"

"My friend… He… The dog attacked him. He didn't just bite him… It was… I can't even describe it. The violence of it made me vomit and not sleep for days."

Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

"And the kid?" 

"May peace be upon his soul."

"Oh…" 

"It was barbaric, absolutely horrendous. And I was a child. I only understood what I had seen later. I've never stopped wondering…"

"About what?" 

"How did they manage to bury him in that state?"

Mundy's eyes might have popped out of his head. He was now imagining the worst. 

"How… How old were you, luv'?"

"About seven or eight years old." 

"Crikey…" 

Silence fell. 

"And since then, you can't approach dogs?" 

"Worse than that. I have panic attacks, I sometimes throw up or faint at the sight of one. They call it a phobia, or a trauma."

"Lu', I swear not all dogs are like that."

"Oui, maybe, but I won't risk it and I don't want you to risk it either."

"But Lu-"

"Non!" The Frenchman raised his index finger in a threatening way. "Mundy if you get near that animal, I… I might lose you." 

The Australian saw his lover's lip tremble. 

"Lu', I drove her here and I fed her. Nothing happened to me, she actually likes me, keeps on waggin' her tail."

"Until she rips your face off your head! Non, Mundy, please, don't get near her." 

"Lu', I grew up with dogs, we have three back home. They're very loyal and lovin' companions. You happened to be unlucky enough to meet the one dog that was actually mad but most of them are lovely." 

"Mundy, I don't want to risk losing you, or seeing you… like that boy…" 

"You won't, I promise. I'm not a young boy, I'm armed and I'm at least five times her size. I have nothing to fear. I've killed beasts much larger than me by the past. No, luv', now look at me."

"What?" 

Mundy loved seeing those very light blue eyes on him and without the mask, they shone more sweetly, more humanly. 

"You'll give me your hand and I'll show you that I am safe with her."

"Mundy, please…" 

"No, look, listen, here's what we're gonna do. You stay in the base and watch me through a window."

"What if she does something to you?"

"I'll ask Pyro to stand there with his flamethrower and grill it if it doesn't behave if you want." 

"Fine, alright." 

"Do you agree?" Mundy asked. 

"Check that Pyro has enough ammunition." 

Mundy smiled. 

"I will, don't worry. Now, let's go." 

A few moments later, the Frenchman had put a new mask on and was standing behind the kitchen's window. Pyro was outside with Sniper. The tall man opened the van's door wide, crouched down and called the dog. She excitedly trotted at the Australian and he patted her head. 

Spy was stuck at the window, his hands wrapped around himself and his jaw clenched hard. Mundy raised his head to him and smiled when he realised how tense his lover was. His head turned to Pyro and the fire expert put his flamethrower down. Lucien was about to shout when he saw that Pyro picked the young dog in his arms. Sniper went back inside the base and locked the door. 

He joined his lover in the kitchen. 

"Look at me, I'm still alive, eh." 

"Thank God you are." 

The Frenchman leant forward and his head landed on his lover's chest. Mundy wrapped his arms around him.

"I came back fer you. And here, that's yer knife."

"Merci." 

"Look at Pyro." 

The Frenchman turned his head and looked through the window. 

"See, she isn't doing anything to him." 

"She is sniffing him repeatedly though. Will she devour him? Does she have to do that?" 

Mundy smiled and gently rocked his lover left and right. 

"Nah, it's to get to know him. Everyone has a combination of smells that defines them. That's how she identifies and remembers people. Think of it like names. We humans put names on people, she puts smells." 

"Oh, I see… And, may I ask, I saw her licking your fingers. I was scared for you, mon amour." 

"Don't be, all dogs do that. They'll smell a bit of food or sometimes it's just a bit of sweat on yer hands and that's salty usually, so they'll lick it off."

"Ugh, she disgusts me." 

Mundy chuckled. 

"Who doesn't…? Even I did at the beginning." 

Lucien smiled, his cheek against his lover's polo shirt. He could hear his heartbeat.

"Touché." 

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Do you want to go and touch her?" 

"Non, please… I'm, this is too much already." 

"Fine. I'll find a leash or a rope or something to tie her so that she stays put."

"And be careful when you feed her, please." 

Lucien brushed his hand on his lover's chest. The Australian looked down at him and softened. 

"Of course, don't worry… I think I'll call her Hope."

"Hope?" Lucien repeated. "Why?" 

"Because… I don't know, it's a good name. I hope she'll get in shape again and that one day you'll be able to see her like I do."

The door swung open and broke their moment.

"Hey guys? Oh… Fancypants?! With Snipes?!"

Mundy turned red as a brick and tensed. Scout had erupted in the room as delicately as he ever was, and saw the Frenchman in his lover's arms.

"Scout, if you don't proceed out of this room in the next half of a second, I will personally make sure that your family name stops with you." 

"But-?!" 

The Frenchman only had to raise an eyebrow and the young man spun on his heels. 

"Jeez! Now I owe Engie twenty bucks!"

Mundy and Lucien looked at each other.

"Bugger…"

"Well, so much for discretion." Lucien added. 

"I-I'm sorry." 

"Not your fault. And I've had enough of hiding. Let everyone know, I couldn't care less." Lucien raised his eyes to the reason he felt safe. "I… I love you." 

Mundy opened wide eyes. 

"It's the first time you tell me… that, in English." 

"So that I'm sure you understand and never forget, now give me your lips, I need them to remember too…" 

Lucien pushed himself to the tip of his toes and pulled Mundy's neck down. Their lips met with a smile. 

"See, I told ya Hard-Hat!" 

Neither Sniper nor Spy broke the kiss. Instead, they just gave the young man a self-explanatory middle finger each…

[fairycosmos]

tried to kill myself last week n slept it off for 24+ hrs before telling my mom. she couldnt take me to the hospital bc we don’t have insurance n my case manager ended up calling dcs /: (ill be 17 next month) rn i feel like theyre waiting for me to say myself i dont wanna live here rather than just removing me bc technically i am safe but im not ready to do that even tho i know i should let them find me help. i feel like theyre waiting for me to mess up to decide themselves. i just feel lost man

oh god, i’m sorry for the late response and that you’re in this position at all, man :( i literally cant imagine how difficult everything must feel right now, and i dont blame you at all for being lost. most 16 yo olds are, but add something like this into the mix, and it’s no surprise that you’re feeling so conflicted and hurt all of the time. i know it hurts to process such vitriolically negative emotions, but it’s also a normal human response. imo, what the real focus should be on, is doing what you can to cope in a healthy or safe way. even if some days, that just looks like crying in your room and waiting for it to pass. but anyway, i want to say that i’m genuinely glad you’re still here, and i hope that one day you can feel that way too. it’s wonderful that you’re alive, and the world would be missing something if you were gone. even if you dont know it right now, and even if you can’t see it in this moment, there is so much growth and positive change waiting in your future. it’s actually inevitable, and nobody really tells you that when you’re a teenager, but it’s kinda true from what i’ve observed. the natural progression of things, the natural process of growing up, makes things feel a lot more manageable. that probably doesn’t feel like a real train of thought to the present day you, but honestly even in the 3 yrs since i was 16, the entire basis of my perspective has changed. especially bc as an adult you’re able to control so much more of your life and the mental health resources that are available to you. it’s all waiting for you, and it’s nothing to be scared of. you dont have to know what to do next and you dont have to have a solid concrete plan. i’m not sure that they’re waiting for you to ‘mess up’, because trying to do what’s right for your own health doesn’t count as ‘messing up’, whatever you decide is okay. it’s a really hard decision to make and i totally understand why you don’t know where to begin. but i think it could help to just have an honest conversation with yourself about what you really need in terms of where you live. try to block out judgement and what you ‘think’ you should do.  where do you see yourself thriving, where you do see your needs being met? where do you see improvement, and guidance? are you able to work with your case manager to figure out some sort of middle ground, some sort of compromise? i get that actually taking such a step is way way easier said than done, but you can take it at your own pace over the course of the next two years while you figure out what would be best for you.

i know you said you don’t have healthcare, and i’m not entirely sure how things work where you are. but do you think it’s possible that there could be a support group for young people in your area, or a mental health center/crisis team, literally anything at all that could lend you some support? maybe you could talk to your case worker about this, too? there could also be someone at school available, like a counselor or even just a teacher you trust. another option is to call a mental health hotline to see what they think your options are. and i know these ideas sound vague, and like theyre impossible to take seriously, but i’d really appreciate it if you gave them some real thought. it’s alright to be scared, but the fear of reaching out literally doesn’t compare to the fear of staying silent and letting this get worse on your own. mental health conditions are just as serious as physical ones and sometimes they need genuine medical attention in order to learn to live with them, and that’s absolutely alright. having someone to talk to who is trained to offer you the tools you need can really make a massive difference. they’ll be able to advise you on what the next step should be, in terms of your personal development. initially saying that you need help out loud is the worst part, sometimes you have to force the words out....but it still counts, every small effort does. i just want you to know that a better future is possible and is much more likely than the awful one you’re envisioning, no matter where you go from here. if you’re unable to receive professional help at this time, then i hope you’re able to engage in healthier coping mechanisms anyway even if they don’t work every time. i’ll leave some links that may be helpful to you when you’re in a low moment. not saying they’re supposed to fix everything, but they’re supposed to calm you down and give you some clarity so you dont make an impulsive decision. i promise you’re capable of pulling yourself back from the brink of sadness, and i promise you’re capable of getting through this. every day you survive, you’re learning how to make it all feel lighter someday. i wouldn’t say any of this if i didn’t believe in you. despite my extremely limited perspective of your life, i can see that you’re smart and you’re young and you just want to find some stability.  the more you focus on yourself and your own well being, even when you want to self destruct, the calmer things will seem. so like i said before, take all the time you need to consider the choices available to you, and then try to get through each day as it comes. if that feels like too much, one hour. minute by minute is more than good enough. im proud of you for surviving and for being the person that you are. if you ever need a friend or if you want to talk, i’ll be here. you’re not as alone as you want to believe, and so many people can relate to your circumstances because they’ve gotten through it. you will, too. you dont have to have it all figured out, that’s not your responsibility. you just have to keep trying and working with what you’ve been given. im rooting for you.

https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/speakingoutaboutselfinjury/2018/11/immediate-coping-mechanisms-for-self-harm

https://www.helpguide.org/articles/depression/teenagers-guide-to-depression.htm

 https://www.healthista.com/15-daily-self-care-tips-help-depression/

https://bebrainfit.com/stress-management-techniques/

[authorofdanger]

Miroh

Genre: angst with slight fluff

Skz zombie apocalypse au

Not much warning really

It's pretty short but I got bored

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The storm finally calmed after nearly an entire day of harsh rain and strong winds. Sitting up on a high branch in the first climb able tree I could find I hung my bag and bow on the branch while ringing my shirt out. With the temperature being basically below freezing and having no dry winter clothes or jacket I knew shelter was a must unless I wanted to go through hypothermia.

My body shook violently as another breeze hit my arms and I determined it was time to look for the closest town. Taking a careful glance around me I couldnt see another moving object in sight so I grabbed my few items and leaped out of the tree, bow and arrow at the ready.

Walking through the woods has been scary enough as it is recently with the limited food supply and starving walkers that have been found in hoards but nothing adds fuel to the fear more than being completely alone. I kept my steps as silent as I could and listened to the best of my abilities but in the end I could only hear the thumping of my rapid heartbeat that never seems to calm these days. I use to be able to ignore it when I was with a group but being alone you tend to notice more about ok but yourself compared to when you are with loved ones.

****Four months earlier****

"Y/N you breathe any louder and the walkers will here you," Minho joked as we crept through the abandoned town. Playfully hitting his arm I tried even harder to control my breaths so he could move his jokes onto one of the others. "Unless they hear your blabbing first," Seungmin hushed, "seriously Minho were we not just attacked by a group not even a couple of minutes ago? Let her catch her breath. We all know she is a terrible runner." Rolling my eyes there wasn't much room for arguments. The boys were athletic and strong, only keeping me around for my ability to provide medical care and my shocking ability to hunt. I've tried teaching them for weeks but only successfully having Jeongin shoot a dose after using five arrows and chasing after it.

"Hey it could be worse. We could have Jisung not being tired." Jisung faked a hurt expression with his jaw dropped and a hand slapped to his chest but you could see from the bags under his eyes that if we were to take a small break in one of these buildings he would collapse from exhaustion. "Last I checked I kept watch while I let you guys sleep. I did all of you a favor," he gasped. Placing a soft kiss to his cheek I slightly chuckled at the tiny his face turned and how large the smile on his face turned. "Me too," Jeongin whined while pulling at my arm. Giving him two on his uninjured cheek he seemed satisfied with his reward. I was just happy he was talking again.

He once didnt say a single word for nearly two months due to the trauma of us losing our best friend after we found his family who was going a different way then we were. They claimed to know of a society going west but we were heading east for one we knew of. It was a no brainer he would go with his family and we couldnt be happier for him but we miss him terribly. It took me saving his life and nearly getting bitten for him to find his voice again.

"You are such a baby," Seungmin groaned but apologized once he caught a glimpse of my warning glare. "Last I remembered I beat the shit out of Jisung when he called him a baby. Dont think I wont do the same to you." The boy is an adult now and I refuse to allow the others to treat him as less. "She's stronger then she looks man," Jisung added as he grabbed his wrist, "I thought she broke something!"

"Guys listen," Minho interrupted, "do you hear that? It's called silence and I prefer ot over your bickering." Before I could open my mouth Jeongin grabbed hold of my hand and mouthed a "thank you" while we continued to walk. Security wasn't a feeling we felt but there was a sense of it when we were together. We had eachother.

*****

Taking in a deep breath I had to force myself to think of other things to prevent myself from crying again. After being separated by an attack from a hoard I have been struggling to stay alive, wondering if it was really worth it.

****Three months ago****

I desperately rushed through the city to find the others. Being separated was bad enough but not knowing if they were okay only added to the anxiety. There were bodies and gunshot holes everywhere but no sign of my friends. Losing hope I slowed my pace to a speed walk but kept my eyes shooting everywhere. Then I saw it, Jeongin's bandanna that I used to wrap his ankle after a nasty gash. He never removes it, leaving that for me to do when I wanted to check his wound for infection. I knew it was his when I saw the my fading initials in the corner of the red fabric.

I couldnt stop the tears that rolled down my face with the knowledge that something terrible had to have happened. Tying it around my wrist I spent hours circling the area but when all I found was his bandanna and a few broken arrows from his crossbow I knew one of three things could have happened. They escaped, they got turned, or they got devoured. My heart shattered and all hope was lost. I was alone and I was afraid.

****

Tightening the filthy bandanna around my wrist I took a few more glances around before I spotted glimpses of buildings just a few miles north. Maybe there is food, hopefully there is because I havent had a meal in days and it's taking a toll on my health. With the constant hunger and running I have become extremely thin and weak but just strong enough to keep moving.

The town was in ruins but the market had a few canned items left. I also was able to find more arrows in a hunting shop and medicine in the local pharmacy. "This should hold me off for a couple of days," I whispered to myself before climbing up to the top of a diner's rooftop to look for walkers.

"This place gets worse each time we come," a voice said in the distance. "Shut up and look for some food. I think we havent scoped out that store all the way since we were attacked last round," another ordered after an echoing smack filled my ears and a pain filled wince. "You hit too hard Hyung!" Fear filled my veins. Last time I ran into other survivors they nearly killed me with a gunshot to my shoulder. I still have a hard time moving it since I never got medical attention and it only happened less than a week after losing my friends.

"Any signs of walkers," another voice asked, "I'm not risking us being separated with a sign of danger." I held tightly to my bow and prepared an arrow before deciding to move backwards to try and escaped unseen. "Nope. I think we are fine," a familiar voice groaned, "now can we hurry so we can go back. It's cold out here!" "Minho," I muttered to myself. Crawling to the ledge I carefully peered over to catch a glimpse of the group below. There were three boys I had never seen before but my heart was bound to explode when two familiar faded hair colors caught my eye. With black roots I could see the beyond faded green hair and another faded red. Seungmin and Minho? They're alive!

"What's that," one of the boys growled after spotting me, "guns at the ready!" "Fuck," I muttered before quickly trying to escape. They're alive! Are the others? I didnt have time to think as gunshots filled my ears. "Is it a walker?" "Its too fast to be a walker!" Picking up the pace I felt my lungs burning but kept going after a bullet barely passed my ear. "Stop your fire! It's not a Walker!" I hid behind a dumpster before my legs could give out and tried to keep my jagged breathing quiet. 'Breathe any louder and the walkers will hear you,' Minho's joke replayed in my mind. Even if it was them chasing after me they arent alone and are not afraid to kill me on the spot. I was in serious danger.

Hearing footsteps I stopped breathing all together and listened carefully as multiple footsteps crept past me. "It looked like a girl," Minho whispered. "Minho did you see what she was carrying," Seungmin asked, "she had a bow. It was silver." Many people we have come across had bows of all kinds of colors but rarely did we see a shining silver one like mine since my father handmade mine before the outbreak as a birthday gift. I never got the chance to thank him after the outbreak began due to him getting infected.

"Y/N," Minho called out. "What are you doing," one scolded, "she could be dangerous!" Damn straight I am dangerous. "Dangerous? Y/N is as dangerous as a housefly. She is just a nuisance," Seungmin scoffed. Rolling my eyes I knew if the situation was different I would have slapped him by now. I could see the men from a small crack just behind me but it was hidden enough to where it would be hard for them to see me. Prepping my bow and silently sitting up I had it aimed just a few inches away from them just in case I needed to scare them. "She is as scary as Jeongin. They are both a couple of babbling babies," he added. I then released my arrow, it landing in the fence right next to the faded pink haired boy. "Holy shit," he yelled in a deep Australian accent making me internally laugh but hood it in to not be found. "Definitely Y/N," Minho and Seungmin said in sync.

"Look man we arent going to shoot but dont threaten my men," the faded blonde yelled, "now come out where we can see you." "Drop your weapons. You can take me down without them anyways," I called trying to sound as strong as I humanly could. Slowly each of them lowered their guns and held their hands up to show they were unarmed. I hesitantly crawled out of my spot and made direct eye contact with the two of my four boys. "You're alive," Minho gasped before racing to me and engulfing me in a tight embrace with Seungmin joining on the other side of me. "Shoulder," I winced, "watch the shoulder."

They both immediately pulled away and gazed at my body. Soaked and filthy with blood and dirt I looked as horrible as I felt even with the rain washing some of the grime off of me. "We thought the walkers got you," Seungmin stammered as tears rimmed his eyes, "we didnt even have time to look for you. The boys found us but said they never saw you while searching the place." "I looked for you guys for days. I didnt leave the city until I was nearly attacked again! I was alone for since then thinking you all were," I couldnt even finish after my voice cracked. I placed my head onto Minho's chest and allowed him to rub my back soothingly. "We need to go," the blonde ordered, "I hear walkers."

****

The ride to their base took around half an hour in their safari looking vehicles but looking at the multiple fences let me see just how secure they were. They seemed to reside in an altered town with handmade wooden fences that had to be atleast twenty feet tall that must have taken months to make. "I know it's not the best looking place but its safe," the pink haired boy sighed as we pulled in but I shook my head and gave him a shy smile. "Its better than a simple tree."

As we pulled in there were around fifty people waiting around the parking lot to see if all of their men made it back. In the distance I could see Jeongin and Jisung waiting patiently by a tall and clean building that had to have importance to the people who resided here. Minho helped me out of the vehicle and held his arm around my waist as we walked past the crowd with Seungmin hot on out trail. "Y/N," Jeongin cried once we got into eyesight, "oh my god!" Trampling me to the ground I could only cry as he pampered my face with kisses and tears as he repeated over and over "I'm so sorry!"

"Innie! Innie stop it's okay! I'm here! You're crushing me!" Slowly prying himself off me me Jisung helped me get up and then yanked me into him, body shaking as he tried to be gentle. "How did you survive? Oh my god I'm so sorry," he mumbled into my shoulder. Jisung and Jeongin were always more likely to show emotion so their shaking and crying didnt phase me just as Minho and Seungmin tried holding composure. Running my hand though his quickly fading brown hair I tried soothing him while also bringing comfort to myself. They're alive, they are okay, and we are all together now.

"So who is she again," the pink haired boy from earlier asked as four men approached us. "This is Y/N. She is the girl you were supposed to find when you found us," Minho said with a hint of harshness in his tone. They had to be angry. They were lied to and they knew it, I knew it. Nobody came to look for me that day and I was right where we got separated from! "There arent enough apologies I could provide," the familiar blonde sighed while running a hand through his locks, "but what matters is she is here now right?" "This is Chan, Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin. The eight of us run this place but Chan is the big man," Jisung explained as he fully let me go.

"You talked about your shoulder," Hyunjin asked, "can I take a look at it in the clinic?" Nodding my head I followed behind him with Jeongin glued to my side as we entered the tall building from earlier.

****

"It looks pretty nasty but I think it will be fine since I cleaned it. We're going to keep an eye on it for the next week or so alright," Hyunjin asked after the last stitch. "Thank you. I could only do so much with a travel first aide kit from a drugstore." Jeongin kept a firm grip on my hand as his friend left the room, leaving us in total silence. "You've been alone this whole time? In the woods? Injured," he asked lowly. "I'm okay now," I encouraged while ruffling his almost white locks with a soft pink hue. "Still havent found dye huh?" He shook his head and mumbled "not worried about it anymore. Too busy around here."

His eyes were full of emotions but I could see so many questions filling his mind that he was pondering if he should ask. "You know to help us feel better we would come up with ways you were alright? Jisung tried making the theory that you found Woojin and stayed with him." Giving him a soft smile I tried to change the subject to clear his mind. "Do you like it here? The boys seem nice." "They baby me. Alot."

I immediately got frustrated but fought to contain it. Have the boys not realized he isnt a baby? Even after I beat the shit out of Jisung? "But Chan has been teaching me how to lead. He told me if anything happens he wants me to take over Miroh. It's pretty cool but kinda scary." My body relaxed at this, so the babying wasn't so bad that he wasn't given respect. It's a big job to lead and he is being trained to do it!

"I'm so proud of you. I know you can do it." "I can now that you're here. Y/N?" I let out a soft hum, listening to everything he had to say, "you know we are staying here right?" "As long as I'm with you boys I dont care where we are. I'm never losing you again." "Well then welcome to Miroh."

[ohmyprodigalson]

Can I get a fic where the reader is able to see straight through Martin's big plan as soon as Jin gets stabbed, and it turns out they're also a world class surgeon, so when Jin gets hurt they help him instead of Martin.

This one was so much fun! I did make one change though. I actually used to work in an ER and saw doctors place chest tubes all the time without need of a surgeon. And because I thought it might be weird for Malcolm to date a surgeon because of his dad, I made the reader an ER physician instead. Minor tweak, same idea though!

There aren't really any trigger warnings I can think of for this one.

Spoiler Warning: This story directly references the events and some of the lines in Prodigal Son s01e07.

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It was (Y/N)'s first day off in weeks. She woke from her nap and opened her blackout curtains to let the afternoon sun shine through her bedroom windows. She stretched as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and considered what she would like to do for the day.

(Y/N)'s phone rang, breaking the silence of her post-nap peace. The caller ID said it was Malcolm, and she answered it right away. She answered with a simple, "Hey."

"(Y/N)? I hope I didn't wake you up." His voice was a little shaky, like it sounds when Malcolm is excited about a lead concerning his memories.

"No, I'm awake. What's up?"

"I just found this evidence, a knife in the station wagon I was looking for, and I want to ask my dad about it..."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Lately, Malcolm had been taking (Y/N) with him when he saw his father. She kept him calmer and provided much needed support. She didn't mind either, because it let her see first-hand what mind games Dr. Whitley played with Malcolm so that she could help him reason through them.

"Yes, please." He paused before he spoke again. "Ains is going to be there trying to record her interview, so I'm hoping she'll let me talk to him for a minute."

"I'm sure she will, she knows how important this is to you," (Y/N) said to ease his worries. "I'll get ready and meet you down there, ok?"

"Alright, I'll see you soon."

(Y/N) stood in front of Claremont Psychiatric Hospital with her hands in her coat pockets, her breath forming small clouds as it exited her nose. She was still a little groggy, and she felt like going back to sleep in the warm comfort of her bed. The first day off was always the hardest. She was an ER physician at one of the local hospitals, and she would work night shift for 2 weeks at a time before taking 2 weeks off. Today was her first day off from her last 2 week stint, and her body could feel it.

"(Y/N)!" Malcolm greeted her from the cab he was exiting. He walked up to her with a smile as she reached out to hug him. Afterwards, their smiles fell as they turned to enter the hospital.

They found themselves standing outside of Dr. Whitley's door. Peering inside, they could see Ainsley interviewing him while Jin recorded it all. Malcolm looked at (Y/N) with a straight face before knocking on the door. All three of them looked in Malcolm's direction as he made eye contact with Ainsley. She stopped the interview and came out into the hall to talk to Malcolm while (Y/N) stood quietly to the side. Malcolm explained that he needed to see Dr. Whitley to ask about another serial killer on the loose and after some back and forth she agreed to let them in while her interview was on pause.

They entered the room and Dr. Whitley's glee was palpable. "Well, as I live and breathe! We got ourselves a family reunion!" He was practically beaming at this point.

Malcolm started to talk about why he and (Y/N) were there as she casually stood behind him, motionless and silent, like she wasn't there until she needed to be for Malcolm. He brought up Dr. Whitley's station wagon and the doctor's smile instantly began to fall. Couldn't Malcolm ever come to just see him anymore? Why were all his visits about trips down memory lane?

The father and son talked about the station wagon, the other serial killer, and ultimately the knife Malcolm found before Dr. Whitley stopped the conversation. "Perhaps we should table this for now. Seems like you're taking up all your sister's time. There's only so much Dad to go around." He finished his last sentence with a smile.

"Malcolm? Can... Can I talk to you for a second?" Ainsley asked, nodding towards the door. Malcolm paused for a minute, upset that his father dismissed him so casually when he wanted answers. But he followed his sister outside the room. While they were outside discussing Ainsley's new plan of attack, (Y/N) and Jin stood together in the corner of the room, exchanging pleasantries. Before long, Malocolm and Ainsley returned and the filming resumed.

Ainsley proceeded to air Malocolm's dirty laundry in front of the camera, and what would seemingly be the whole world if these shots made it into the final cut of the interview. The sheer look of defeat and shame on Malcolm's face made (Y/N) see red. She didn't want to say anything while the cameras were rolling, so all she could do was hold Malcolm's trembling hand. When this was over, Ainsley was going to get a piece of her mind. But not before she got a piece of Dr. Whitley's.

He flew out of his chair and pulled hard against the chain in the wall. "I was a good father, damn it!! You say that again!! Say I was a terrible father!!" Urged to calm down by his guard, Mr. David, Dr. Whitley looked around himself and stopped yelling. After hearing Ainsley and Jin quietly confirm that his outburst was caught on camera, Dr. Whitley started to chuckle. "You had a plan. Yeah, it's good to have a plan."

(Y/N), who had been quietly holding Malcolm's hand the whole time, perked up at those words. She squinted at Dr. Whitley, trying to peer into his mind. He was always full of half-truths and he loved allusions. He would not have said those words if they weren't significant. Just as she was questioning Dr. Whitley's potential plan for escape during the interview, sirens started going off.

Everyone looked around themselves in confusion. (Y/N) noticed that Dr. Whitley didn't look surprised.

Malcolm left the room to call Gil and find out what was going on. Just as he hung up. Tevin, the escaped patient, started banging on the door at the end of the hallway. He was calling after Ainsley because he wanted to be on TV; he wanted to tell his story. Mr. David confirmed that the door was locked and they needn't worry about him.

Malcolm and Ainsley entered the room again, but this time, instead of resuming filming, Ainsley asked Jin to go record the empty halls and get good shots to make her interview seem unsettling. Malcolm protested, but Ainsley sent him anyway. Sensing they wanted to be alone with their father, (Y/N) leaned close to Malcolm and whispered, "Will you be alright? Do you want me to stay?"

He whispered back, "I'll be ok, I promise." He gave her a small smile that she knew was only for show. But she followed Jin and Mr. David out into the hallway. Still, she stayed close to the door.

Jin was actually brave enough to stand at the opposite end of the hall, camera almost flush with the window in the door. (Y/N) couldnt explain it, but she suddenly got a pit in her stomach. The same feeling she would have before multiple critical patients would enter her trauma bays. That's when she saw him - Tevin, key card in hand, standing in front of the red door. (Y/N) screamed as he opened it and charged into Jin, stabbing him in the chest. The guard managed to wrestle him back through to the other side of the door while Malcolm put a pipe through the handle. Ainsley and (Y/N) immediately rushed to Jin's side and carried him to the opposite end of the hallway and into the room.

Jin was wheezing terribly and in agonizing pain. Ainsley was having a small nervous break-down and (Y/N) was assessing the injury. But Dr. Whitley remained seated in his chair. "What an eventful day we're having."

In that moment it all came together for (Y/N). She didn't yet know why, but she knew Dr. Whitley had planned this. Was it to traumatize his daughter? Then it occurred to her that if she weren't there, he would be the only medical professional in the room. Did he want to show off and endear Ainsley to himself? (Y/N) needed to set these thoughts aside because she had a patient that needed her.

"Ambulance and SWAT are on their way, they'll be here in 15 minutes." The guard tried to reassure Ainsley and Malcolm.

Dr. Whitley piped up. "He'll be dead in 10. He's got a hemothorax..."

(Y/N) drowned out Dr. Whitley's voice as she confirmed what he was saying. But she was snapped back to reality by the sound of Malcolm and Ainsley yelling at each other about whether or not to give Dr. Whitley a knife to operate on Jin. Dr. Whitley sent Mr. David to get supplies from the medical station and no one had noticed that (Y/N) had already removed Jin's shirt. When the guard returned, he was holding the scalpel in one hand and the rest of the supplies in the other.

As Malcolm reached out to grab the scalpel, preventing Ainsley from immediately giving it to Dr. Whitley, (Y/N) snatched it. "I'll take that."

Malcolm's eyes grew wide and Ainsley looked at (Y/N) in confusion. How could they have both forgotten that there was an ER physician in the room? Of course Dr. Whitley wouldn't get his hands on the knife. (Y/N) took satisfaction in knowing she had spoiled at least that part of his plan.

She got to work placing the chest tube. She worked methodically and with swift but smooth movements. Even the great Dr. Whitley had no critiques for her work.

Meanwhile, Malcolm had left to take care of Tevin after getting a call from Gil. By the time (Y/N) had finished securing the chest tube, Malcolm had apprehended Tevin and EMS entered the building to take Jin away to the closest hospital.

As Malcolm and (Y/N) stood on the steps of Claremont Psychiatric Hospital, watching Jin get put into the back of an ambulance, they took in the fresh air. (Y/N) was covered in blood, but she almost didn't notice it because it was just like being at work for her. Malcolm looked at her with his brilliant blue eyes and said, "Thank you, for keeping us from having to make that decision. I don't know what would have happened if he got a hold of that knife."

She would have reached out to hold his hand, but hers was covered in blood. All she could do was say with a small smile, "You're welcome."

Dr. Whitley was standing alone in his room, looking out of the window in his door. Everything was ruined. If she hadn't have been here, he could have gotten the knife and saved Jin in front of them, and...

His train of thought fell further and further down the rabbit hole. But he was handcuffed and chained, and he didn't want to make a scene by screaming. So he just furrowed his brows and deepend his frown. Words could not express his anger in that moment.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

no, i didn’t request it but i do have a request, kinda angsty, don’t do it if you don’t want to, chris and reader dating and someone trying to break them up by making it look like he cheated but he of course wouldn’t and happy ending?💕

A/N- I hope this works! It is a quick one, but angsty imo. Also, beware of toxic “friends” 

These cant be real....

Your scrolling through a message of a close friend sent you. You trusted her, been friends with her for years, so why would she lie to you. Your heart raced, and head pounded as picture through picture just told a story of lies and deceit. Cheating.

He wouldnt, He loves me. He tells me everyday.

And yet... you dont even try to respond to your friend, you toss the phone down and turn away from the offending piece of technology. Tears that brimmed behind your eyes bursting forward in the pain and confusion.

He was to good to be true, you knew you didnt deserve to be happy. Not really.

You sunk onto the bed, your phone buzzing nearby with your friends ringtone, but you just couldnt. Couldnt bring yourself together to answer, instead you hid your face in the pillow and let yourself get lost in your misery, afterwards you would deal with this.

Chris returns home from a quick meeting with his agent, it was actually his time to be home from a break between projects, and he wasnt going to lie, it was needed. He missed you terribly, and you had arranged it to have a few weeks of vacation off with him. Opening the door, he called out “Y/N? baby Im back.” A frown crosses his face when he doesnt hear you respond. “Y/N?” Wandering into the kitchen, nope. Living room. Nope. He heads towards the staircase, when he hears you crying. Frowning, he took the stairs two at a time, and entered your bedroom, to find you curled up on the bed.

“Babygirl what is wrong?” Immediately he went to sit down next to you and you hurriedly wiped tears and sat up to go to a stand, pacing away from him. “Your back early...” You ignore his question, unsure of what to say You still dont want to believe it, it just hurts to much. But Chris isnt just going to let this go, he immediately follows you and takes a hold of your arm to stop you.

“Y/N, look at me” His voice is stern and commanding. You hesitate but pull towards him, looking down. His fingers go to your chin and lift them up to face him.

“I need you to tell me what is wrong.” his eyes searching your face for clues, its hard not to trust those blue eyes of his, they have captured you many times, and what if those were all lies so you didnt know? You mind raced at the different possibilities of how to answer, and he clears his throat to get you out of your head. “Please.”

Giving a shuddering breath out, you try to lower your gaze, but his fingers stay under your chin to keep you focusing on him, not breaking eye contact with you. “I- I got a message. From Steph. Some pictures... “ Your voice breaks a bit and you point to your phone, in which Chris looks at it and picks it up, holding it out to you.

“Do you want to show me what she sent, or do you want to tell me?” Inwards Chris is cussing out Steph, he never trusted the woman. She was always making off hand comments about you, in that ‘Oh im a friend and looking out for you’ way. It had been a fight between you two a few times when Chris brought it up, but you never saw it that way. “Chris, shes my friend, she wouldnt purposely be cruel like that.” Oh baby, you always see the best in people.

This would be it though, the final straw for Chris. If Steph was going to go this far to hurt you, he would do whatever he could to show you how toxic she was, how you didnt deserve this manipulation. You flick your phone to the messages, and turn it to show him. He dropped his gaze from your sorrowed face, and flicked through the pictures. Yes, it did look compromising, cause the bitch must have found them off a fan page. During the photo shoot, some bystanders snuck past security and watched for a few minutes till they were escorted from the premises with promises of being arrested if they returned.  “Son of a bitch... baby, this is from the photo shoot last week for Gucci Guilty.”

You rubbed at your eye a moment and he just as quickly pulled up some pictures from his email, and showed them to you. Sure enough these were clearer, showing his costar for the ad and him in the backseat of a car. It appeared they were in the middle of a lust filled moment. It all clicked and you covered your face as it burned red in your embarrassment.

“Oh god Chris, fuck Im so stupid, I cant believe... “ You droned on in your shame, and he wrapped his arms around you, drawing you in. Kissing your shoulder, he rocked you two lightly.

“Hey, hey its okay baby... we never talked about the photoshoot.” His hands were calming, and you were cussing yourself out for even letting yourself believe what Steph was saying. “I would never ever do something like that to you, I swear.” He tipped your face up to look at him, kissing your tears away slowly. “But we do need to really talk about Steph, this isnt the first time shes tried to mess up what we have, and Im not okay with that. With the way she treats you.”

“She misund-”

“No Y/N. I cant good conscience let you keep defending her.” He settled on the bed and drew you into his lap, still rubbing your back with one hand and along your arm with another. Your hands move to rest against his chest, giving a sigh.

“Chris shes my friend.”

“Yes, she is... and I wouldnt ever ask you to stop being friends with anyone, but this is far more then how I feel about her. Babygirl, Ive seen people do this before. She twists things around, makes it seem like shes a victim all the time so you feel sorry for her. Tells you things for self improvement, that are just not even close to the fucken truth.”

You remain silent, he wasnt wrong, she was always over stepping you whenever you needed a listening voice. Unless of course you and Chris were having troubles of some kind. She loved to listen then. His hand traced your face lightly and you lifted your gaze to him. “You really wish I would end it.”

Chris gave a nod. “I do, but it has to be because you want to remove the negativity baby, not because I want you to. I just dont want to see you hurting like this again, especially since it wasnt even anything. I would NEVER ever hurt you, I love you to much and it kills me to think that it scared you that much.”

“I shouldnt have thought that...” Shamed you look away, and he pulled you in close, kissing your temple.

“Stop babygirl, I dont blame you for it. I know this kind of thing happened to you before, and its not always easy to forget the past. I know we will get past this, and next time we will talk about it like we are now.”

You smile and lean up, cupping his face in your hands, and kissing him deeply, whispering after the kiss. “Thank you Chris... and your right. Its time to let go of the past, nothing but good things for us Handsome.”

You end up cutting ties with Steph, after giving it further thought. She really was a toxic friend, and you are worth more then that which Chris is starting to show you.

[saxonspud]

Kidnapped - Chapter 10

Dutch held you, gently caressing your naked skin, until you drifted off to sleep. He wanted to do so much more, but he didn’t. After the trauma you had experienced, he needed to be sure that you fully trusted him. Besides, he could still see how tender your leg was. You didn't think he’d noticed you wincing, even with the slightest movement, but he did. He also knew at some point Hosea would need to check the wound. You were so innocent and naive, you would likely be terrified all over again, unless you trusted him completely.

Once Dutch was sure you were sleeping, he gently laid you back on the bed, covering you with a blanket. He quietly left the room. He needed to talk to Susan about finding you some clothes. He had no intention of allowing you to wear the clothes that Bronte had bought for you.

Dutch stepped out of the house and headed towards Susan’s tent. He just needed to get you some temporary clothes. Once this was all over, he would take you, and buy you the best clothes that money could buy. Not like the ones that Bronte had bought you, but classy. Then everyone would leave this godforsaken swamp. Travel west, or abroad, Europe, or maybe the carribean.

Dutch was snapped out of his daydream by a scream.

He looked towards the main entrance to see a horse walking in.

Dutch looked and looked again, “what the fuck!” he hissed.

“O’Driscolls!” Bill screamed, “take cover!”

You woke suddenly to the sound of screams and gunshots. You froze, pulling the blanket up to your neck. What was going on? You couldn’t even get out of the bed to look. You daren’t try and stand, let alone walk.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the door opening. That was short lived, when a stranger walked in the door. His straggly grey hair hung down to his shoulder, his face was covered by a grey stubble.

“W...who are you?” you stuttered.

He chuckled, “who I am don’t matter princess, all you need to know is I’m taking you home!”

You stared in horror, “No! Help!” you screamed.

“’fraid that ain’t gonna happen, seems like ol’ Dutch is too busy with my boys to worry about you,” he chuckled, “your lucky princess, if I wasn’t bein’ paid, I’d fuck you just to spite him!”

You carried on screaming as he walked towards you. Without another word his fist collided with your jaw. There were no stars, everything just went black.

The firefight was over not long after it started. The O’Driscolls turned tail and ran. Dutch quickly survey the area, there were no casualties, except for poor Kieran, who’s decapitated body had arrived on the back of the horse. As soon as the shooting had started, the horse bolted, leaving Kieran on the ground.

“Javier, Micah, go bury the poor kid somewhere, I need to check on Emmeline,” Dutch sighed.

Dutch rushed back to the house, he hoped you hadn’t been too frightened. He was thankful you couldn’t walk, the last thing he wanted was for you to run into the shooting.

As Dutch rushed into the bedroom, panic welled within him, seeing the room empty.

He rushed over to the bed, and was horrified to find spots of blood on the bed, the blanket was missing.

“Fucking Colm!” he growled.

Dutch ran out onto the balcony.

“Charles!” he screamed, “get up here now!”

Charles came running into the sitting room, closely followed by Arthur.

“She’s gone, they’ve taken her,” Dutch growled, “I need you to find her, like last time.”

Charles nodded, and quickly headed into the bedroom, then back out into the sitting room then down the stairs.

Dutch stared at Arthur, “it was a distraction, Kieran, the O’Driscolls. This has gotta be Colm!”

Arthur frowned, “Why? Why would he do that? How would he know we even had her?”

Dutch dragged his fingers through his hair, “I don’t know son, but I have to get her back!”

The first thing you noticed when you woke was pain, and the taste of blood. You opened your eyes, but you couldn’t see anything. The man who had hit you, had also now tied you up and gagged you.

You were moving, albeit slowly and you could could hear the noise of water. You must be on a boat.

You didn't struggle or try to cry out. You knew from when Dutch kidnapped you, that it would only result in more pain or discomfort. You must have done something, because your new kidnapper realised you were awake.

“So have you decided to behave yourself, princess.” he chuckled.

You gently nodded your head.

He laughed again, but didn't say anything else.

Before long the boat came to a sudden halt with a thud.

You heard voices in the distance. Then you were being carried.

You tried to make out what they were saying, but you couldn’t understand most of it. Probably because it was drowned out by the noise of your captors boots on gravel. All you could hear was a crunch, crunch, crunch.

The crunch soon changed to a click, and the atmosphere felt warmer. You must be inside.

Then you weren’t being carried, as you felt yourself falling.

The landing wasn't soft. Your body hit something cold and hard, and you cried out.

“Careful you idiot, he doesn't want her damaged!”

Your captor chuckled, “bit late for that, now where's my money, we had a deal.”

“Mr Colm O’Driscoll!” You recognised the voice, but you couldn't quite place it.

“Mr Bronte, how about you pay up, then I’ll be on my way,” Colm O’ Driscoll hissed.

You felt a hand touch your face, you flinched and tried to move away.

“You’ve damaged my goods, Mr O’Driscoll,” Angelo Bronte growled.

Colm O’Driscoll rolled his eyes, “your goods wouldn’t shut the fuck up!”

“Take her upstairs, Mario,” Bronte commanded, “whilst I deal with Mr O’Driscoll.”

You felt yourself being lifted again, gently this time, as you were carried away from the noise. You realised now who the man was. He was a friend of your fathers, the man was always visiting. Bringing you the clothes which Dutch hated so much.

The man called Mario gently placed you on the bed, he removed the blindfold and the gag. You blinked, trying to adjust to the light. It was at this point you realised that the blanket you had been wrapped in was gone. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield yourself from the stranger, who was staring at you.

“bellissima!” He purred.

You watched as he walked over to a dresser. He pulled out a nightdress, identical to the one that you had been wearing the night you had been taken by Dutch.

He laid it on the bed, and pulled out a knife, slicing through the ropes that bound your hands.

“Here, principessa. Put this on,” he commanded.

You quickly grabbed the nightdress and put it on. You were slightly surprised that it was a perfect fit.

He quickly grabbed your wrists and retied them behind your back.

“Sorry Tesoro, but I have my orders,” he whispered.

You watched as he walked out the door.

As soon as he was gone, you pulled at the bindings on your wrist, only managing to chafe your wrists on the rough rope. You let out a sob, and buried your face in the pillow.

Why you, why did so many people want you. The realisation suddenly came to you. You were nothing more than goods. You were exactly as Mr Bronte had described you.

Charles and Arthur returned to Shady Belle. Arthur had gone with Charles as he tracked your departure from the old plantation house. Dutch had been right, the raid on the house had been a distraction. They couldnt guarantee it was Colm that had taken you, but Charles had confirmed that it was a man, who he had tracked.  The trail had stopped at a jetty close to the old Braithwaite house. He could only assume that where ever they had taken you, had been by boat.

Dutch nodded thoughtfully, his calmness belying the internal worry that was raging inside him.

“Thank you Charles. Arthur, get John, Lenny and Bill. I need to call in a favour, and we have a call to make!”

The door to the bedroom where you were currently being kept, swung open with a clatter, making you jump.

You turned your head to look. It wasn’t the man called Mario, It was Angelo Bronte. He glared at you angrily.

“Have you any idea how much trouble you’ve caused!” he hissed.

You stared at him speechlessly, which seemed to make him angrier.

He sat on the edge of the bed, uncomfortably close.

“What where you doing in Dutch Van Der Linde’s bed, naked?” He growled.

You stared at him, what was it to him? Why did he need to know?

“W..why am I here?” You whispered, questioningly.

Bronte sneered, then laughed mirthlessly. “Why? Because I own you, Emmeline!”

He grabbed your cheeks and squeezed them hard.

“So tell me, has he corrupted my you? Have you become his whore?” he growled.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, your hear beat wildly in your chest.

“You stupid Bitch!” he growled, as his hand made contact with your face, slapping it hard.

He stood up, “you better to pray to god that Cornwall still wants you for his wife!” he hissed, as he stormed out of the room.

Tears started to flow down your cheeks, as you started to sob. What was going to happen to you now.

[endless-array-of-tom]

Nightmares [loki oneshot]

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Loki x family (angst)

Genre: MAJOR FLUFF AND ANGST

Word Count: Around 2,000 words?

Warning: Starts off with some major angst stuff... I warned you

A/N: I’m off hiatus for a bit, and decided that I would be attempting to continue series and finish up/publish the requests that I got from a lot of people. I apologize for being on hiatus for so long, honestly I wasn’t expecting to be out this long. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the requested oneshot!

Summary: Loki has a nightmare, and goes to the reader to comfort him.

     Loki’s gaze wandered to the fields of flowers, staring at the weeping willow by the small shimmering lake. Seeing the small figures playing around, his eyes glimmered. Running through the grassy fields, his arms extended forward.

     “Mom! Thor! Odin!” Loki yelled, his pace began to quicken as they turned their heads. A sudden rumbling made Loki’s eyes widen, he gazed at his family.

     “Run! Go!” Loki screamed, his family only smiled and turned, unaware of what was going on around them. The ground shook again, knocking Loki off of his feet. He attempted to stand again, but the quaking of the ground underneath him was too strong. Tears pricked Loki’s eyes as he crawled, his family only a few yards from him.

     The world split into two. The giant hole was right behind his family, their panicked expressions made Loki’s stomach turn.

     His father was the first to fall. Loki clenched his jaw tightly, slowly attempting to stand up. He didn’t know why there was a small feeling of regret when his father fell, but he wasn’t as important to him as the two others-- who seemed too horrified to move. His knees were buckling beneath him--but he ignored his aching body.

     His brother and mother began to lose their balance. Loki’s vision was soon clouded, as his breaths began to come uneasy. Leaping outward, he grabbed his mother’s and brother’s hand as they began to fall, holding them as his life depended on it. The veins in his arms popped instantly, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body as he stared at them.

     “I can’t go…” his brother muttered,“... not like this.” Loki’s arms were trembling, his body slowly starting to slip into the hole. Loki’s mother, Frigga, gazed at him, tears forming in her eyes.

     “Honey. Let us go.” Loki shook his head furiously, biting his lower lip. He soon tasted a metallic fluid but refused to think about anything else.

     “I-I c-can’t,” Loki croaked out. “I’ll lose you. I’ll save you. I can do it.” Loki’s arms burned; his whole body began to feel like it was set ablaze. He couldn’t lose them. They were all he had left in this cruel world-- as much as he refused to believe it, pushing them away every chance he got. The truth was now revealed in the worst case scenario. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut.

     “Look at me, brother.” His brother rasped, Loki complied. The first thing he saw was his brother’s icy blue eyes, and how they were filled with sorrow. Loki’s never saw that look on his brother’s face.

     They were always filled with hope.

     Joy...

     Happiness...

     Faith...

     “Loki…” his brother trailed on. “I want you to know… that I love you. I really do. I want you to know that--no matter what, I’ll still keep my promise to you. I’ll watch over you, I’ll protect you. But I need you to be strong.” Loki began to wail, he didn’t want to hear the ending, he shook his head frantically.

     “No. Don’t finish it. I don’t want to hear-”

     “Loki. I want you, to let us go. Live your life that you dreamed of Loki, you think I didn’t see the journals you secretly kept in your chambers?

     “Do what you want Loki. Mother, father, and I--we’ll watch over you from above. And when the time is right--we’ll become a family again. But that won’t happen for a very long time.” Loki stared at his brother’s eyes, seeing the small tears drip down.

     His brother didn’t cry. Because he was strong… so the fact that he was now…

     “Loki, sweetie.” His mother interjected, she brought her other hand up to touch his cheek, Loki tilted his head to her hand, feeling the warmth emitting from it. Tears brimmed from the corners of his eyes.

     “You’ll do great things, never forget that. No matter what anyone says, what anyone might do--you trust your own instincts. We’ll be beside you through your journey, and we’ll help you guide you to your happy ending.

     “I love you, my son. But it’s time for your family to go.” Her grip on his hand began to loosen, Loki panicked.

     “NO! You can’t do this to me! I don’t want you to leave! Don’t leave me! I’ll be able to help! We’ll all be safe-”

     “Loki. Ever since you were little, you despised the word ‘goodbye’, so let’s just say we’ll see you later. Far from now. But we’ll see you eventually. Remember that.” His brother said, loosening his grip as well. Loki’s eyes flooded with tears, tightening his grip on their wrists.

     “You’re not leaving me alone! I can’t be alone! I-I-I won’t be able to h-handle it. Who’s going to teach me to do things? Tell me to take risks? Who am I supposed to look to when I-I’m vulnerable. I-I can’t do this. I want to come with you.” Loki blurted.

     “You’ll do remarkable things without us. Good people who care for you will guide you--and you’ll have great allies along the way. Trust me, Loki.” His mother said reassuringly. Her grip loosened more. “I love you.” His brother’s grip loosened as well.

     “Do well, little brother. Remember--there’s nothing you can’t accomplish.”

     Loki’s mind went blank. The ringing in his ears multiplied, uncontrollably shaking.

     They were gone.

     Loki gasped, jolting from his position in the bed. He grabbed an old mirror; his tear-stained face was disgusting. He looked at the mirror again, seeing the little boy with onyx bangs covering his eyes, his smile brighter than the sun itself. And beside him, were his two parents and elder brother, holding hands with one another. He threw the mirror across the room, hearing it shatter against the wall. He grabbed his tunic, squeezing it tightly.

     He couldn’t breathe.

     His hair stuck to his forehead, he scoffed. He hated his onyx hair. It reminded him too much of them. He checked the time, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get any shut-eye before his day began.

     His feet moved on their own. Making their way off into the bathroom sink, he twisted the handle, watching the water pour into the drain. He cupped his hands, letting the water fill them--the cold temperature making him feel more empty. He brought the water to his face, letting the cold feeling spread. He turned off the sink and ruffled his hair. He looked up, staring at his reflection.

     “Remember--there’s nothing you can’t accomplish.”

     “But I couldn’t save you.” Loki breathed out. “If I was able to accomplish anything, I wouldn’t feel so broken inside. I would’ve been able to save you, to hold you all.” He stared at his reflection, his bottom lip trembling. “I would’ve been able, to tell you all how much I appreciated you. But I was too selfish to admit that I did.”

     “If I could accomplish anything--I should’ve told you all I loved you. Even when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to see you all for a long time. I could’ve even tell them ‘I love you’ back.”

     Staring at the picture frame, he frowned at the old memory.

     “I’ll see you later, mother.” He muttered, leaving his chambers… “because you never liked goodbyes.”

     He blamed himself for his mother’s death, although he hated to admit it. If he wasn’t corrupted in such ways and shown the bloody monster to the staircase-- she would still be alive-- supporting her idiotic son. His mother was someone truly there for him, and someone that would stick along with him while his father would rant about Thor’s excellence.

     He made his way out of his room, his feet moving on their own. He moved through the empty streets of New York, the flashing lights reminding him of his nightmare.

     Slowly trudging up the driveway, he noticed it began to drizzle slightly. Hearing the rain, he smiled and looked up to the sky.

     He paused his movements, letting the rain fall onto his body.

     “Loki! What are you doing?” A voice interrupted his thoughts, one that seemed extremely worried. Loki opened his eyes, face-to-face with a cross figure.

     “What did I tell you about standing in the rain? Get inside for crying out loud!” The figure bickered, pushing Loki into their house. Slamming the door shut, the figure sighed.

     “I have a change of clothes for you, from the last time you were here.” Loki nodded his head, silent. The figure immediately picked this up but decided not to ask right away.

     “I’ll make us a cup of tea while you change-- after, we can talk about it. Is that all right?” The figure asked, cupping Loki’s cheek. Ice cold.

     Loki nodded, grabbing the change of clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

     “Thank you, (Y/N),” Loki whispered, kissing the top of (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) hummed in response, making their way to the kitchen.

     When Loki arrived in the kitchen, (Y/N) had set the kettle down on their dining table, pouring the hot liquid into two teacups. Turning their attention to Loki, they grinned sadly.

     “Have a seat, Loki. I have all night.” Loki nodded and sat in his chair, grasping the teacup gently. Taking a sip of the sweet substance, he stared at (Y/N).

     “I presume you’re here because the incident occurred again?” Loki nodded slowly in response; (Y/N)’s eyes widened, setting his/her cup down on the saucer. Loki stared at the ground, hearing a chair scrape against the floor. Two hands grasped his, making Loki stare at the figure.

     (Y/N) smiled softly, sitting on Loki’s lap. Wrapping his/her arms around Loki’s torso, [s]he buried his/her face in Loki’s neck, inhaling his scent softly. Rubbing his lower back in small, calming circles, they began to hum softly.

     Loki wrapped his arms around her/him as well, listening to their voice. The silence of the atmosphere soothed him, his breathing beginning to get closer.

     (Y/N) removed themselves from Loki minutes later, leading him to their bed.

     Making their way out of the room, Loki grasped his/her hand tightly.

     “Don’t leave me too,” he pleadingly spoke out. (Y/N) inhaled deeply, tucking herself/himself into bed beside Loki.

     “I won’t Loki, you know I won’t.” Loki frowned at (Y/N)’s statement; would she be around him… and for how long?

     Loki wrapped his arms around (Y/N) tightly, his demeanor changed completely when he was down and depressed.

     In the morning, he knew that he would be back to being a sarcastic know-it-all, teasing his lover to the brink of exhaustion; but in moments like this, he knew he could depend on (Y/N).

     (Y/N) knew that Loki was someone who needed a lot of comforts, he had experienced so much as a child, and not to mention his life overall. And (Y/N) wanted to there for him, not out of pity, but as a sign of commitment; that he/she cared for Loki so dearly, that they were willing to embrace Loki’s differences, and help him overcome his demons he had troubles dealing with.

     It wasn’t hard either. Loki didn’t like to converse about it-- unless he was completely distraught, the sheer touch of someone he cared for around him, was enough to comfort him in the toughest times he faced nowadays.

     You stared at Loki’s sleeping figure, sighing to yourself. No matter how much he did, or what he did, you still loved him; even after all the damn things, he put you through.

     Grabbing your phone, you quickly messaged Tony.

[13:02] FYI, I’m going to be with Loki for a while, so don’t send the damn Avengers like you did last time.

[13:10] All right, thanks (Y/N).

     Shutting off your phone, you smiled and cuddled closer next to Loki. You loved him, everything about him made you feel like you were soaring. And you would do anything to make him feel happy and know that he had a place in the world.

     Your eyelids began to drop slowly, losing consciousness.

...

     What you didn’t know-- was that something bigger was about to emerge from the unknown, and test your limits…

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[echoise]

i love your writing so much!! i'd love for the kissing prompt #2 for either chargestep or steelstep, it's up to you!

Old old old prompt, sorry you had to wait this long nonny! Prompt was “moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed“. Special thanks to @auroriane for looking it over (◡‿◡)ilu baeb

Steel is strong and soft and you are very lucky. (steelstep, undefined sidestep, things getting steamy up in here yo but it’s not that raunchy, mostly kissing and touching oh and also spoilers) 1,309 words

You kiss him, and the intensity of it takes both of you by surprise. His hands are on you, warm and steady, and at first he thinks he should push you away so you kiss him harder, more demanding, teeth on his lips. He gasps and pulls you closer instead, pressing your body against his. You let him. He’s warm and he’s here and you want this.

You both do.

The realization hits you like a brick and you laugh, high on his thoughts of you. How the fabric of your shirt feels under his hands, how you taste just a bit of coffee, how he knows you’re in his mind and no one’s more surprised than he is that he doesn’t mind.

You are shorter than him, your neck aching from the craning you have to do, and his back from hunching down in return. He thinks and you oblige, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you jump up to wrap your legs around his waist while he catches you, hands on your thighs, your kiss never breaking. And then you’re taller than him, tilting your chin down while his tilts up and this time it’s him laughing, the sound and the sensation sending sparks down your spine.

He stumbles slightly, not because of your weight, but because he can’t see where he’s going. But you’re not afraid of falling: he knows what he’s doing. Your back hits a wall - no, a door, his bedroom door - and he presses you against it, letting you support your weight on him. You do and his hands are free, free to brush at your hair, your ear, your neck, to push your shirt up and slip under it. His hand is warm on your side and you shiver, aware that he can feel everything. Amazed that he doesn’t seem to care one way or the other.

You unwrap one of your arms from his neck and reach beside you, fumbling for the doorknob. You find it and half gasp, half project a warning, but he gets it. You open the door and he lets you down, balancing you so you don’t fall flat when the support behind you disappears.

You pull him along with you as you back into the room, your hands under his shirt and his grasping yours and pulling it off. You pull away from the kiss just enough to let him and he tosses it over carelessly before removing his own. For a second or two you just stare at each other, chests heaving: his attention glued to your face, every change in your expression, and yours on his body - mesmerized by muscles and the scars all over them. Some, you put there. You reach out to touch them, feeling a pang of guilt and shame. You know it shows clearly on your face, too.

He takes your outstretched hand and pulls you close to him, to trace your scars in turn. Remembering some and wondering about the others. Ignoring what he knows you don’t want attention drawn to.

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, pressing soft kisses on his neck You feel him, truly feel him, his mind against yours. Two streams of watercolor meeting and melding.

Then he’s kissing you again and you pull him along again, staggering to a halt when your legs hit the edge of his bed. You turn and push him down on it, back first, and it’s his turn to pull you. You land on top of him and place your hand on either side of his head, bracing yourself before you crash and break his nose on your forehead. He wraps his arms around you and if you didn’t know his hands were artificial, you wouldn’t notice the difference. One tangles in your hair, the other slides down your back right over your spine: over all your scars, your tattoos. All just skin to him right now, skin to touch, skin to feel.

Your skin, on his.

It’s all too much and yet not enough.

“You don’t have to do this,” he mumbles against your lips.

You freeze and pull back. “What?”

He loosens his grip on you to give you room to breathe and meets your gaze. “If you don’t want to.”

“Who said I don’t?” You hate yourself for asking: you don’t actually need him to answer. You know exactly what he’s talking about, even without the window into his head. The window that is wide open to you now and his thoughts are the wind blowing through and messing up the carefully archived and sorted office that is your mind.

You shrink and start to pull away, suddenly ashamed. Your eyes burn and you turn away so he won’t see.

He sits up as you get off him, reaching out to wrap his arms around you and pull you back before you can escape. “Hey.”

He holds you steadily, firmly, but not so tight you couldn’t get out if you truly wanted to. You slump against his chest with a breathy sob. He’s warm. So warm. His heartbeat is slow and steady and your sobs almost turn into laughter because how, after what you did, after such an intense workout? You’re still shaking and breathless, and you know only part of it is due to the emotional collapse.

He kisses the top of your head and rubs soothing circles on your back, a sharp contrast to the angular geometric lines you both know are there. He’s trying to make you both forget, to prove he doesn’t care, but his thoughts betray him. He’s deliberately countering the angles with circles, going against their direction by drawing lines parallel to the ones on your skin. As if trying to erase them.

You don’t know how much time passes before you pull back. He lets you, hand sliding from your hair to your cheek. You lean into the touch and close your eyes, overcome again by how he sees you. The color of your skin brighter in his eyes than the orange of your tattoos, the light outlining your cheekbones and the curve of your nose, your lips reddened and swollen from the kissing.

From his lips on yours.

The thought is warm and you feel the corners of your mouth curl up. You know he thinks it’s cute before it registers even in his mind and you tilt your head as he leans in, lips meeting yours. Soft, not at all like the kisses before.

You sigh, content, and he pulls back. “Alright?“ He asks, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You swallow and open your eyes, but don’t meet his.

“I’m not… like you.” The words are clumsy and awkward in your mouth and you’re not entirely sure what you mean by them, but he understands.

“I know.” He’s so calm. You’re thankful for the anchor and at the same time frustrated - your own emotions are doing cartwheels on a tightrope with no safety net, and he’s not even fazed. Just warm and accepting and– “I also don’t care.”

You breathe in a laugh, resulting in a weird choking noise. “Who are you and what have you done with the real Wei Chen?”

His mind spikes with joy, so intensely it almost hurts, that you almost recoil physically. But outwardly he only shrugs. “Let’s just say I’ve had a long time to think about this.”

You choke back another sob  and wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s hard and sloppy and so needy and you feel pathetic, but he holds you close even when you break down and for the first time since you crashed through that window so long ago, you–

You feel like it’s not such a bad thing to be broken.

[the-static-and-i]

Boxed bird

//So Kit's been writing the most beautiful wing whump over on @thewhumpbuffet , and I'm such a slut for that shit, so here I am hopping on her bandwagon like a asshole. I was gonna pretend that I'm not whumping Sam, but like. Let's be real, my other ocs are all too sweet to ever be whumped. Right? :)

Tw: blurring awake and asleep, claustrophobia, exhaustion, trauma, nightmares, abuse, physical and mental abuse implied/mentioned. Let me know if I missed any <3

Sam was so fucking tired.

She hadnt gone flying in weeks, so her wings were aching and a bone-deep restlessness had settled after the third day. But here she was, sitting in a too-small car, driving through a dark and empty desert instead of flying, because Hailey and Jackie were worried about her safety or whatever.

Apparently their last big fight with Emily had led to Jackie being revealed, and Hailey had been attacked at their apartment out of uniform, so Sam getting revealed was only a waiting game at this point.

She understood their concerns, truly, she did, but the stars twinkled so brightly from either side of the car, and the crescent moon smiled so warmly at her, begging her to join in a dance.

"Just one, Sam. A few minutes, that's all I ask," she seemed to say, and Sam glanced down at the GPS.

She was supposed to be at the rendezvous point by midnight, and her current ETA was 11:32.

Fuck it.

She pulled over to the side of the highway, making sure to pull fully off of the shoulder and lock the car before she looked around to make sure no other cars were coming. Why would they be?

She was in Bumfuck, Nebraska, the most forgotten state in the middle of nowhere, impossibly far from any tourist destinations or hotels or gas stations or literally anything other than snakes and dirt.

Satisfied with her mental vent/roast, she unfurled her wings slowly, letting the bones adjust to the movement again, her joints creaking and aching, the way her knees did after sitting cross-legged for too long.

Once they had reached their full 13-foot span, Sam beat them once and ended up several feet in the air. They held fine, not hurting even with the sudden weight, so she continued upwards, not looking down as she started forward, catching a small breeze and soaring towards the moon, her grin matching the pale goddess'.

The ground was a dark blur far beneath Sam's body; the sky was a warm blanket that simultaneously cooled the feverish skin beneath her feathers. In short: she felt safe and comfortable and rested, for the first time in close to a month.

Distantly, she saw lights along the ground, bright blue-tinted lights that didnt register until long after they turned off.

Sam didnt remember seeing the red of taillights, so she assumed the blue lights had been stars she had seen while disoriented. That thought scared her a little, leading her to bow out of her moon dance, the moonlight seeming to brighten enough to illuminate her way back to the car in thanks.

She landed on the asphalt with a soft grunt, her knees still accustomed to being weightless and soft. She stretched out her joints, both in her regular body and wings, before turning to the car.

The handle gave way easily, and confusion flitted through her, before strong arms wrapped around her throat and her waist, the elbows of which were digging into the covets of her wings at angles that had her whimpering.

Sam clawed at the arms, yanking desperately at fingers and muscle, trying to fly and kick and elbow and duck her way out of the grip.

Her vision dimmed further with every failed attempt, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath, but there was none to be had. Soon her vision fully blanked, her mind went silent, and her body went limp.

-

She came to on an uncomfortable cot, her eyes snapping open to find cement walls surrounding her. The cot was too small for her whole 5'4" body, and there was almost no space between the cot and the wall opposite. Sam's relatively small body couldnt fucking fit in the tiny gap, and she had similar luck at either end of the bed. She could technically stand by the door, but her head brushed against the ceiling.

She was struggling desperately to not panic, to keep calm and breathe, but she couldnt hide how high she jumped as the door clanged.

A small window opened near the top, revealing Emily's falsely bright smile. "Hey there Sammy! Sleep well?"

"Wh-" Sam broke off in a cough, quickly remembering she had been fucking choked out, so her throat was undoubtedly bruised and dry.

Emily waited patiently for her to recover, her smile slipping down to a sadistic smirk that remained after Sam looked back up with teary eyes.

"Where am i..?"

"Oh, silly me! You're back in New York, in my basement. You like your room? It was special made just for you," Emily smiled like she knew something she shouldnt, and Sam tried not to confirm that.

Still, she couldnt help but stand up and approach the door, not as intimidating when she was curled over, wingless, and teary. She rested her palms on the metal on either side of the window, leaning forward until her forehead was against the top of the opening.

"Emily, this isnt going to go the way you think it will.."

"Oh, I know full well you had a tracker on you, that was supposed to be in some location by midnight three days ago. It started beeping not long after-"

"Wait, three days? What? How-"

"Its rude to interrupt people, Sammy. Did your parents not teach you manners?" Emily was frowning, an exaggerated frown that still had Sam's heart freezing.

"Sorry, continue..?"

"Good girl! Where was I? Three days ago, started beeping, oh right! We removed it, disabled the bluetooth temporarily so you cant be tracked, and now we're working on reversing the signal so we can track Jackie and Hailey. But it would be so much easier if you just told us where they are."

"No." There was no hesitation after Sam gathered the information dump Emily gave her. She wasnt giving up her new family, her new parents. Not a chance in hell.

Emily's face fell into a disappointed scowl, before she shrugged. "We'll see how you feel in a few days. Sweet dreams~" the window shut in Sam's face, the girl recoiling so it didnt hit her nose.

She habitually stood back, her head hitting the roof as she straightened. She fell back onto the cot, her hand pressing against the spot that had been hit gently.

-

She had assumed Emily had been exaggerating about being in here a few days. She had hoped it had been, but the shadows had closed in forever ago, and she couldn't keep track of days. The room, if it could be called that, was cold and quiet and small, and she couldnt stop remembering her time in the basement. Her nightmares blended into her memories, until she coulsnt tell if she was awake and remembering Letty locking her in a cage similar to this, or she was asleep and dreaming of Kason kicking at the bars. There were sounds from outside the box, helping sell the disorienting illusions.

She knew she was curled up, the ground was so cold, she wanted to beg mom for a blanket, but she knew that speaking would mean another day in this fucking box, and her wings were aching again.

That same restlessness from before had come back tenfold, until Sam couldnt stop twitching, whether awake or asleep.

She was so fucking tired.