#brought to you by paper one of the nurses gave to me at the hospital lol

[zelda-daily]

Ezlo my beloved

Day 23: Ezlo and Vaati

[lesbojournals]

🍳: could you do a poly!maraduers x reader when they suddenly just collapse? Fluff ending, please! And fem or non binary is ur choice!

Poly!Marauders x Reader (who collapses)

a/n: i hope that this is what you were looking for !

You were fine one second. You swore you were. It was just that you were standing, one second, and then the world got dizzy, your world got blurry and splotchy, and when you opened your eyes all you could see was sky.

Well, sky and the faces of your boyfriends Sirius, James, and Remus. 

“What-” You moaned, going to get up before some hands pushed you down. 

“Shh, stay down baby.” Remus shushed.

Within seconds there were EMTs by your side, slowly guiding you up. They brought you inside the ambulance, and strongly advised your boyfriends to wait outside. They ran multiple tests on you, and eventually came to the conclusion you were dehydrated. 

It was up to you whether or not you wanted to go to the hospital technically, and you didn’t want to go, but your boyfriends insisted on it the second the EMT came out of the ambulance with you.

“Just ride with them there love, we’re right behind you. We’ll see you in the hospital.” Sirius promised, holding your hands tight.

You begrudgingly agreed, for the sake of the sanity of your boyfriends. 

When you got to the hospital, Sirius was right, they were right behind you. They must’ve blown a few red lights in order to get to the hospital at the same speed as the ambulance. You’d be sure to chastise them for that later. 

You didn’t officially reunite with one of them until you were admitted into the Emergency Room and in your assigned bed. It was Sirius who came running to your side, immediately grabbing your hand.

“Oh Dolly,” He cooed. “Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded, and squeezed his hand for reassurance. “Where are James and Remus?”

Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes, expressive as always. “They wouldn’t let us all through. Only one visitor per patient.”

And one visitor a patient it stayed. You were with Sirius, mindlessly chatting for about an hour when he got up. 

“Okay my love,” he started. “It’s my time to leave. Remus or James will be out in just a minute, alright? We all played rock, paper, scissors last time to determine who could come first, so I assume they’re playing it again now as we speak to figure out who’s coming next.”

You reluctantly let go of Sirius’s hand. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“And shoot.” He completed, teasing you. “I love you darling.”

Next it was Remus who visited you, and you already knew that James was likely moping in Sirius’ arms while they sat in the waiting room. 

Remus rushed to your side and held your face in his hands, gently pushing back your hair. He made sure your IV wasn’t bothering you (like the darling he is) and called a nurse over to get you some ice chips.

“You really scared us there, dovey.” He gave you a worried smile. 

You gave him a sheepish expression back. “Sorry.”

You spent your time with Remus in mostly silence, as he encouraged you to shut your eyes and rest up. He timidly massaged your head and played with your hair as you rested, and you were so relaxed you actually did fall asleep.

You didn’t notice when Remus left, but you did notice when James arrived.

“Oh my love!” He yelled, and practically flung himself at you in your bed.

You let out an “Oof!”.

That shot him right out of holding you, looking at you with stress in his eyes. “Did I hurt you love? I’m sorry, are you alright?”

You shook your head negatively. “No, no, Jamie. Just surprised me is all.”

“Oh, good.” He smiled, then shook his head. “No, not good! I just-you know what I mean. I’m sorry baby-”

You interrupted his frantic nature. “James, it’s alright. You can relax, have a seat. I’m okay.”

Instead of sitting in the chair next to your bed that Sirius and Remus had occupied, James opted to sit at the edge of your bed, holding your hand and bringing it up to his face to kiss.

“Just worried.” He admitted. “Gave us quite a fright.”

“Rem told me.” You replied. “I’m okay now though, honey. They’ve got me hooked up to some fluids so I should be out in no time.”

You spent your time with James getting chastised for not taking better care of yourself, as well as just listening to his general anxiety about you collapsing.

He continued his ramblings as you were discharged, and it took Remus with a gentle “James, love, it’s alright.” to calm him down officially. You leaned on Sirius in the backseat as Remus drove and James rode shotgun.

Sirius took your hand in his and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “Get some sleep, Dolly.”

You closed your eyes and rested your head on Sirius’ shoulder. You really did have the best boyfriends, didn’t you?

[happy74827]

Fate’s Design

[Carlisle Cullen x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Not even fate can stop forbidden love. {GIF Credits: Pinterest}

WC: 2051

Category: Angst (with a side of fluff)

Can you tell I rewatched Twilight? 👀 Edward? Jacob? Nah, I’m team Carlisle all the way.

In all seriousness, this took me so long to write out since I’m in that stage of life where there’s no free time 😭

But, regardless, here’s a fic that no one asked for (and hopefully won’t mind 👀). So, uh… enjoy :)

『••✎••』

Funny, how the world works, how fate works.

The day you had first laid eyes on him, you could tell immediately there was something different about him, something... strange. Stranger than strange.

A simple hospital visit, a clumsy fall down the stairs, and here you were, stuck in a place of healing with the smell of antiseptics and disinfectant all around you. For a simple wrist sprang, being around deathly ill people who had no sense of common courtesy was the last thing you wanted to experience.

Still, it couldn't be helped, and so you endured. Endured until that one fateful encounter.

When the nurses brought him into the room, you couldn't help but stare. A young, handsome man who looked barely a few years older than you, pale, cold skin that reminded you of the snowy tundras, and bright eyes you swore turned gold in the light.

Strange, yes. Very strange. But a very good kind of strange, the kind of strange that was captivating.

Carlisle Cullen.

You couldn't help but smile as you thought of the name, as the memories came back to you. The first meeting, the second, and then the third. You remembered all of them, every single one, and the way your heart fluttered like a caged bird each time, wanting to break free.

How long had it been since that first meeting? Five months? Six?

You couldn't be sure, but it was enough.

Enough for you to know that you loved him.

How funny, how ironic, how cruel fate was, giving you someone to love and then making it impossible to be with him.

You were just an average girl with average interests and average talents who had a boring, average job that didn't pay much and was living an average life.

But you were human; he was not.

You were a creature that could live, grow, age, and eventually die while he was frozen in time, a beautiful, timeless statue with an old soul that lived a hundred years in the span of one.

You knew this, he knew this, and that was what held you both back.

Even though you loved him, even though when he looked at you, his eyes burned with the same emotions you felt, the two of you were still unable to come together.

You would’ve given up had it not been for your own stubbornness, your own will to hold on, to see this through to the end.

He was worth it, and you knew it.

And so, you decided it didn’t matter if your time with him would be short because you would spend it happily, without regret.

After all, a few months spent with him was better than none at all.

You found yourself storming into the hospital, pure determination set on your face as you went up to the reception desk and demanded to know where Carlisle Cullen was.

The nurse gave you an odd look but didn’t question you further, and after giving her the information she needed, she directed you to his office.

You were assured he was filing papers, so you didn’t bother with knocking. Instead, you barged in with the burning desire to make your mark, to make your presence known, to show him, without any doubt, how you felt.

You didn't care if he was startled by your sudden entrance, and as you approached him, he stood up, surprise written on his face.

"I’m done, Carlisle," you said, your tone final, a declaration. "I’m so done."

He tilted his head in confusion.

Your hands came to a fist as you rested them against his desk, eyes narrowed and burning.

"I'm done holding back," you said, voice steady. "If you don’t kiss me right now, I'll never forgive you."

Your name came out as a soft sigh from his lips, and you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through you at the sound of it. The mellow, gentle tone that held your entire being was always catching you off guard, even after all this time.

It wasn’t fair; it really wasn't.

"Kiss me, goddamnit!" You yelled at him, the demand clear in your tone.

And, like always, he denied you. In fact, he practically told you to shut up in his own way by bringing attention that you were still… quite literally, in the hospital.

You didn’t care. It was obvious by the way you kept going at him, demanding he take action.

And then, a gush of wind.

Your eyes widened, and before you could utter a word, the door from behind slammed shut. Not enough to create a loud bang, but enough to get your attention, and when you looked over, his arm was extended out, hand resting on the door.

Just inches away from your head.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him.

He was towering over you completely, and the proximity made your breathing hitch. His gaze was intense and golden, and it burned right through you like it always did. But you weren’t scared, not even the slightest bit.

This was what you wanted, after all.

So you kept silent and waited for him to make the first move. Any move, really.

A few seconds passed, and then, ever so slowly, he lowered his head. But he didn't lean down far enough, no. Instead, his face inched closer and closer to yours until, finally, all you could see were his eyes.

And all you could think about was his lips.

"As much as I want to," he began, voice soft and smooth. "You and I both know it's not that easy."

"Yes, it is," you retorted, stubborn. "You're just making it hard."

"I'm being realistic."

"Realistic? Really?" Your face twisted into a scowl. "Says the man who's not even human."

"That's precisely why," he said. "You’re…"

His voice quivered, just slight enough to be noticeable. It made your heart ache, and you were ready to interrupt him, to say that it didn’t matter; nothing else did.

But you stopped yourself.

It was only right to hear what he had to say.

"You truly wish to want… this? To give up the happiness of your future, the family you deserve, to be drowned in sorrow, all for me?"

His words were sincere, his voice quiet, and the expression on his face was one you could barely comprehend.

"Drowned…? Drowned?!" You echoed his words; brows knitted in a deep frown. "Carlisle, I'm already drowning! Right now!"

You paused, trying to calm yourself, but you could feel tears prickling your eyes. This wasn’t how you had imagined it going.

"It hurts," you confessed, voice low. "It hurts me that you don’t understand, that you think so little of yourself."

Carlisle's breath caught, and his lips parted in surprise, but you weren’t finished yet.

"It hurts me that you think I could ever be happy without you," you continued, your voice rising a bit. “Carlisle, I have found happiness in you. I am happy with you. The day we met, I was a wreck; my wrist was a wreck… everything was a wreck. But then you came, and now, now I'm happy. You make me happy."

The look on his face was unreadable, but it didn’t deter you from speaking your mind.

"Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see that you’ll always be twice the man than any other human being out there?"

Silence.

He didn’t answer, and the longer the silence stretched, the more your heart hurt. Carlisle was a good man; he was. He was a good doctor, a good father, and, of course, a good-looking guy.

He deserved the world.

And if the world couldn't give it to him, you would.

"If you can't see it, then fine," you finally spoke, and it was almost a whisper. "Then I'll do it for you. I'll tell you every day. I'll keep telling you until it sticks."

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards into a shaky smile.

"Even if I have to keep yelling at you."

He exhaled, and suddenly, he looked much more relaxed, and you realized that you had gotten through to him.

It made the tears that were gathering in your eyes spill over.

"At least I know you wouldn’t toss me aside when my personality eventually overpowers my looks," you mumbled, laughing.

"Toss you aside?"

There was a sudden, sharp edge to his tone, and when his hand came to rest under your chin, gently, carefully, your eyes shot up, staring into his own.

You didn't realize it, but the way you looked at him, the expression on your face, it made him see something different, something he never expected.

A woman who loved him. Truly, sincerely, deeply, and completely.

He couldn’t believe it, and yet, you were right there, in front of him, your eyes shining and reflecting nothing but adoration and admiration.

Your eyes were shining, but not with sadness, no, not anymore.

It was a beautiful sight, one he would remember for all of eternity.

"I'd be a fool to do that," he whispered, his tone sincere, and when his other hand came up, his fingers brushing over your cheek, a featherlight touch, he could hear your breath catch.

"A complete and utter fool."

You watched the smile grow on his lips, and it was so beautiful, it was unreal.

But this, the feeling of his hand on your skin, the coldness contrasted by the warmth of your own body, the gentleness of his touch, it was surreal.

"Carlisle," you murmured, and he was still staring at you, but there was a new intensity in his gaze. "Let me give you the happiness you deserve. Let me."

You took a small step forward, and his hand was still resting under your chin. You didn't dare move or speak again, not until you could read his face, the expression on his features.

It was difficult, however, and just when you thought he wouldn't say anything, he spoke.

"I can't guarantee the future or the happiness," he admitted. "Not for myself, and not for you, but-"

"But?" You couldn’t help but smirk.

"I can try," he answered. "For your sake, I'll try."

You should’ve expected the response after that, the speed at which his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you forward, and his other hand, moving downwards to rest on the small of your back.

You should've, but you didn't.

All you could do was stare at him, your eyes widening, and just when you opened your mouth to speak, to say something, anything, his lips were on yours, and all the coherent thoughts left you.

You could hear the thumping of your heart, loud, thundering, and it drowned out all the other sounds around you.

He was gentle and careful, and the kiss was nothing more than a brief, feather-light press of his lips, but it was enough. It was enough to set your whole body on fire, to have you lean in, to have your hands come up, grasping onto his lab coat for dear life.

You could feel the coldness of his skin, but the taste of his lips was indescribable.

He tasted sweet, like vanilla, and the longer his lips were on yours, the more the flavor lingered until you couldn’t remember how your own lips had ever tasted.

When he finally pulled away, it was as if the world was spinning and all the strength left your body.

"We're not in the clear just yet," he murmured, his gaze still intense, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "There are many things we have to talk about and many things to work out, but-"

"Carlisle," you breathed out, your grip on his coat tightening. "Don’t talk. Just relish."

You leaned forward, and he did the same, his eyes fluttering shut, and as your lips connected with his, your mind was filled with a single thought.

This.

This was right.

It was perfect, and the world was a better place.

The funny thing about fate is that if two people are meant to be, no matter the time, the place, or the circumstances, they'll find each other.

The two of you were living proof.

[mendessi]

ii. the sun

The sun portends good fortune, happiness, joy and harmony. It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater.

paring: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you meet joel for the first time while working as a trauma nurse in the emergency room at a hospital in austin, texas. joel can't handle a few stitches so he distracts himself by flirting with you.

warnings: pre-outbreak, mentions of injury, blood, stitches, flirty/nervous!joel, mention of a car accident, me pretending i know what being a nurse is like, no use of y/n

masterlist

minors DNI

Your day had been ridiculously rough but thankfully it was coming to an end within the next two hours. It was Saturday which meant it was one of your longer shifts at the hospital and it felt like it had no end in sight.

There had been a game at the university which brought a ton of mid day drinking to underage college students who couldn't handle their alcohol. This also typically meant a ton of fights between the rivaling teams, drunk driving accidents, and typical college bullshit that never seemed to end during the football season. If there was one thing you had learned about Texans since moving there was that they take their football seriously. Especially for a school like UT.

"Talk about a rough day." You say to your co-worker when you both finally have a second to breathe at the nurse's station. You flip open a chart to ensure everything is set for a patient's release and then shut it.

"At least Bradley over there didn't throw up on your brand new sneakers." Belle said to you with a sigh.

"College boys, what can you do?" You say with a laugh.

"So cute and yet so so stupid." She looked down at her pager and then groaned. "Great. I gotta run."

You grabbed your stack of release papers off the printer, stapled them and then headed over to one of your patients for them to sign. Considering it had been an early game, the chaos was settling down in the ER and the shift was getting easier which was a good sign you'd actually be leaving on time.

"Alright then Mr. Olson, you're all set." You gave your best smile and then turned on your heel after receiving the necessary paperwork.

"Hey, can you grab bed three? Brad needs his IV changed." Belle said as she quickly passed you by.

"Brad? We're calling him Brad now?" You huffed throwing your arms up. "Belle, I'm supposed to be leaving now."

"Sorry, love you!" She didn't even turn to look at you as she hustled off towards bed six where Brad was still recovering from his alcohol poisoning.

You roll your eyes and pick up the chart for bed three, reading over it as you walk towards the patient. Injury to hand. Probably from a bar fight. You pull the curtain back with a smile, slighlty surprised that the man sitting on the edge of the bed was not a college student but a grown man. Half a relief.

"Mr. Miller?" You say, pulling up your chair to sit in front of him saying your spiel, "How are you doing? I'm a RN at Austin General and I'm just gonna see what's going on and hopefully we'll get you out of here in about an hour, yeah?"

"Joel, please." He says. You can't help but take note of how handsome he is compared to the other drunk men that have come into ER today. Either he sobered up due to the gaping cut in his hand or he had time to sober up on his drive over here. "You're not from round here are you?"

"Seattle. That obvious, huh?" You say with a laugh. "I'm just gonna take a look." You take his hand, pausing for a moment when he sucks a breath of air through his teeth.

You unravel the sketchy and poorly wrapped t-shirt around Joel's hand, hiding any reaction you have to gash in the palm of his hand that is still bleeding.

"Get into a fight?" You ask, trying to make light conversation after seeing his pained reaction to the injury.

"Yeah, you should see the other guy." He laughs lightly.

"What really happened?" You ask, grabbing the antiseptic to clean the wound. This man was far from drunk.

You could see by the dirt on his hands that this was not a bar fight and indeed probably just a work related accident. What, you couldn't guess, but the man in front of you didn't give off the energy he was coming down from being wasted.

"Tried catching a pane of glass that was falling over. Sliced right through my hand." He said, watching your hands as they worked. "Not gonna need stitches or nothin, will it?"

"I wish I could give you the answer you want." You tell him with empathy coming to the conclusion that it was deep enough to not heal on its own and would need stitches.

"Shit," He sighs.

"It'll take about ten minutes tops. Not too bad." You finish preparing the wound and grab a fresh pair of gloves and your suture kit.

"You gonna do em?" He asked.

"Yes sir." You look up at him again from your chair and his eyes meet yours. They're soft and brown, and you almost imagine what they'd look like in the sun. Probably like honey, you think.

"You ever had em before?" He asks and you gesture to the small scar on your temple.

"My cousin pushed me out of our tree house when I was five. Cracked my head open pretty bad. Seven stitches." You say. "If five year old me can handle it, thirty-four year old you can handle it."

"How old are you now?" He asks.

"Twenty-four." You reply, pushing his fingers open so that his hand is laying flat on the table in front of you.

"Pretty young to be a nurse, I'd say. Pretty though." He says and almost immediately after he face palms with his free hand. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

You almost smile and then remember the amount of times you had been hit on today was astronomical between all of the college kids coming in and out of the ER. How hard could it possibly be for any men to keep their testosterone levels steady and not flirt with women simply trying to do their jobs. You do feel a little bit of empathy for him as needles do seem to make him nervous but you've had a hard, never ending day so nothing amuses you.

You look up at him with a blank stare, "Try to move as little as possible."

"Tell me somethin true." He says as you begin your first suture. He keeps his eyes on you but you're focused on stitching his hand back together.

"Such as?"

"About you." He releases a shaky breath and you notice his finger tips start shaking slightly. The caring person you are feels sorry for him. He does seem like a nice guy who is just dealing with the fact that he has a four inch slice in his hand.

"I think I'm quite an open book." You say, your eyebrows furrowing as you work carefully on his hand.

"I'd say the opposite." His voice is low and it's hard to tell if he's struggling to hold his composure or if he's still trying to flirt.

"I entered this field because when I was twelve I was in a pretty brutal car accident. I was in the hospital for weeks but the nurses that cared for me quickly became my reason for living. I was miserable, it was quite literally the worst time of my life, but I was excited to wake up everyday because I knew they'd be there to greet me. They were just doing their jobs, but it was so much more for me. I wanted to do that for other people." You talk quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. As you go on, you notice his fingers stop shaking and the muscles in his arm that were tense relax.

"I think you're doin a stand up job." You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. "You're makin this this thing a whole lot easier."

That was definitely flirting. Though, looking at him now, you don't seem to mind it much anymore.

"You flirt with women every time you go into their workplace?" You ask. You're half joking. What's the worst that can happen, you'll flirt, he'll be discharged and then you'll never see him again.

"Only the pretty ones." You look into his eyes, yours narrowed as you judge his words. He's not smiling anymore.

"You think I'm pretty." It comes out more as a statement than a question. You almost flip your hair but then remember you're supposed to be suturing his hand.

"I think you're the most stunning woman to ever walk the streets of Austin." He's 100% serious and you can tell he means what he's saying.

You're cheeks are red at this point and there's no hiding it. "You're not half bad compared to the boys that have been in and out of this ER today."

"That's cus I'm a man." He straightens his posture and you can't help but laugh at the bad line. "That was a bad one, m' sorry."

"Good to know." You glance at him and cut the suture. You wrap a bandage around his hand and then scribble stuff down on his papers. "Seven stitches."

"What time are you out of here?" He asks as he examines your work on his hand.

"As soon as you're gone." You say standing up. "I'm gonna grab your discharge papers and I'll be right back."

"Let me take you to dinner." He states more than asks.

"I don't go out with patients." You say before walking away to the nurses station located in the center of the floor.

As you print his papers and sign and date them you can feel his eyes on you but you avoid looking up. He was probably the only sober man you spoke with today and while yes he was extremely handsome, he was at least ten years older than you. You never really cared about that before so the only thing stopping you was your suddenly made up rule about not dating patients. You had never once been officially been asked out by a patient only tragically flirted with by every college kid that walked into building. The rule was bullshit and you knew it. What could one date hurt? He was charming and you didn't want to admit it.

"Okay, Mr. Miller you're all set. Just sign these for me and you're good to go." You slide him the discharge papers and wait patiently for him to sign them. He hands them back to you, a smug smile on his face.

"Thanks for everything." He says and you nod.

"Stay safe." You tell him and then turn on your heel back to the nurses station where you quickly file his paperwork and clock out. You grab your things and wave bye to your co workers as you head for the door.

"Hey," You look up from your pager and find Joel Miller waiting for you.

"Mr. Miller." You greet him, shoving your pager into your pocket. "Stalking me?"

"Joel. It's dark outside, figured I could walk you to your car." He says matching your pace which is always at a default fast pace, though it must be easier considering his legs are longer than yours.

"Sure you're not gonna kidnap me once we get there?" You ask with a huff.

"With my crippled hand against you? No chance, you'd take me out easily." He smiles.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" You look both ways before crossing the street into the parking lot, he still keeps up with you standing at your side.

"As a matter of fact I would." He says and you finally look at him as you reach your car. You cross your arms over your chest and stare at him for a moment before speaking.

"Fine." You pull your phone from your pocket and hand it to him to put his number in.

"Really?" He tries to hide his excitement but he fails as the smile spreads from cheek to cheek as he punches the numbers in on your phone.

"I'll call you tomorrow." You say when he hands your phone back.

"I'll be waitin." He pulls your door open and you get in as he smiles at you until he closes the door. "Stay safe."

You never would've have given him your phone if it were anyone else but there was something about Joel Miller that you knew you could trust. You knew he'd never try to physically harm you and you knew that he wasn't being weird with his action. The nerves of getting stitches brought out a flirty side of him that was amusing to watch.

He could pretend that the only reason he asked you out was because you were "the most stunning woman to ever walk the streets of Austin" but it realistically was the fact that you were caring (whether it was just your job or not), you were kind (even when he was relentlessly flirting with you) and it was easy to tell you didn't put up with anyone's bullshit.

The truth is, Joel Miller never would've flirted with you if you were anyone else. He hadn't even thought of another woman since Sarah entered the world. He had never gotten stitches before so the nerves were eating at him but you opened up to him and alleviated his nerves. You had a bright aura, one that resembled the sun on a winter day, the moment when it emerges from the clouds and everything is suddenly warmer. You made him feel eased despite the throbbing pain of the cut in his hand or the process of getting stitched up.

That night was simple to the start of your relationship. Despite the clouds that surrounded you that night, Joel brought out the sun.

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[russellsppttemplates]

Ngl those pictures of kika @the hospital with Pierre got me thinking of y/n and him straight away. Like, Pierre taking care of y/n while she's ill and getting worried to the point he takes her to the hospital. Or or or, even better: if she's expecting one of the kiddos(probably the first one, cause they'd be clueless) and she's just feeling bad with like the flu or even just nausea and they (Pierre) get so worried they go to the emergency to get checked out. He's so soft with her and her baby sister my mind went there in a sec!

Cw: mentions pregnancy, sickness, hospital emergency visit, drawing blood, IV fluids

"This isn't okay, amour", Pierre said as he rubbed your back, coaxing you through as you emptied your stomach into the toilet, breathing heavily as you tried to understand if there would be anymore before flushing.

"It's morning sickness, just every time of the day, it will pass, everyone I know says that", you tried again, knowing it would hardly be any use. It was an ongoing conversation for the past few days. You telling Pierre this was to be expected and him running around like a headless chicken trying to make you feel better and tend to your needs.

"I need help to get to the bed, I don't trust myself to not knock into things", you nudged him after cleaning your mouth, feeling his arms under your knees and around your shoulders, kissing your forehead multiple times as he brought you back to your bed, laying down with you and cuddling you to his chest, "if you can't eat anything by tomorrow morning, we're going to the hospital", he heard you groan, "I know you don't want to, but I'm not risking anything happening to you or little one, deal?", he said, kissing your lips one last time, "fine".

Like you promised he could do, you were in the hospital less than 24 hours later, the bracelet on your arm as you laid on the bed, eyes closed and hands shielding them from the bright lights.

"My wife is pregnant, and she hasn't been able to keep anything she eats down for the last forty-eight hours. We came in to check if she has something serious, maybe the flu", Pierre said to the doctor taking you in, giving all the information he needed, "we'll take some blood samples, an ultrasound and cultures if we see anything concerning. I'm just going to get the materials", he smiled.

Pierre sat next to you, letting you rest on his chest as they drew out blood and collected that they needed, "the ultrasound looks good, your little one is doing fine amidst all of this", the technician said, soothing your worries as one of the nurses gave you some fluids, "This has the nutrients to keep you going while we work around the results, call us on this button if you need anything. The fluids should help your nausea and your tiredness, too", she smiled.

Pierre cuddled you on the hospital bed, pulling you closer to him and taking advantage of the fact that you had privacy in the room to kiss and coddle you as much has he wanted, "is the IV making you feel better?", he asked, "I know you hate all of this, but we just need to make sure you're both doing fine, I hate to see you like this", he mumbled into your skin, rubbing his nose there and tickling you slightly.

"I don't feel so hot, I think", you muttered, "the IV hasn't kicked in yet, but it should help. I haven't had many nutrients in me, so my body should just take it while it is ahead", you giggled softly, inhaling his scent and thankful that you hadn't grown nauseous to it.

"You were wise to come in and get checked out, but you seem to have the flu. It's been around for a few weeks and it seems like it got to your household, too. Lots of rest and fluids, and keeping up with your prenatals should help. In case you have any issues with eating, let us know and we'll adjust the medication", the doctor came back after a while, handing you discharge papers, "thank you".

By the time you got home, you managed to successfully keep a piece of toasted bread down, "are you agreeing with mama again? Please, let this be that, little one", you tapped your belly, "Mama really wants to eat real food, and papa is very worried, so do us all a favour and agree with this, okay?".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[machapelady]

Bake me a Bun

Soap/Retired!Soap x f!reader Fluff with a slight suggestive line, daydreaming, get this man a baby. Mild stalking(?) I do not know if I should be continuing this ^^ (There will be eventual smut if I keep writing this, also might end up adding some TW because we all know what happens when you tell stories about wounded soldiers) Divider credits go to @vibeswithrenai , lovely work, I recommend checking them out ^^

Johnny is at his roots, a family man. Scottish mead flows through his veins, so does the sweet pie his grandma used to bake.

Before retiring, Soap liked to spend some of his 'vacations' with the whole MacTavish family. Lunch here, brunch there, and kids that flap their pa's kilt just before dinner. He would play chase with the wee lads, loved by his nephews and known as 'Big Uncle'. Often carrying two rascals at a time, or letting losing against them on a hand to hand battle, he was a truly warm and homecoming man.

"John, when ya givin' me sum' wee bairns?" His nan would often ask.

To what his answer would be, between gritted teeth "No bon, no bun, nan. Army giv' no time f'tha"

And so then, he was shot.

Retirement didn't treat him that badly, just gave him a rather permanent headache and a scar on his temple.

Doctors told him to stay put, to enjoy his free time on the hospital' open gardens, the oxygen would do him good they said. But Soap was not a man that would be sitting there, staying still after years of battlefield, movement and stress.

Yet, after trying to get away a couple of times and finally sat down by Price, he took the orders and stayed put like a good kid.

He owed Simon one. The man had managed to push him a fraction away from the bullet trajectory, earning himself a sprained ankle. He would often visit Johnny when free, although for a brief time, dropping telltales of what the squad had been up to. Gaz was the one to stick around most, nagging him about finally being out of the hellhole that being a SAS operator was. They would watch their football together, until nurses told him that they needed to do a check-up.

On a rare sunny day, the whole squad visited him. Price had brought a letter from Alejandro, wishing him the best recovery, and to visit whenever he felt like. The wind almost blew the paper away, sitting in a bench under a tree.

"Bet ya miss us son" John muttered, a tired smile on his face. Soap groaned, rolling his eyes, "honestly, I think I prefer t'share some sweat with yall, rather than this hell of a cell" Even Simon laughed at that.

" 's no sunshine 'round. Bloody white walls fucking strain my eyes every single damn day" He would keep complaining. "I don't miss ya nagging tho" Ghost quipped teasingly.

And so they laughed, walking around looking like a group of old childhood friends that threw shit at each other, being Gaz the one with the most pointy comments "I can't fathom sleep without ya snoring Soap"

Something bumped against Price, earning their stop and a tiny, quiet "sorry" from a tiny, young voice. It was a young lad, no more than six summers at his back. He looked rather scared; faced by an old man, a wounded soldier, a guy with only his eyes visible and a piercing gaze under a cap.

Price squatted "No need to be, lad. Where's ya mum?" The kid shook his head and pointed to a woman, not far away from their position, that was surrounded by kids. She seemed stressed, looking around with wide eyes until she spotted the young boy.

"Oh Matt! Don't go running away like that you little rascal!" She rushed to the kid, and made eye contact with the Captain. "I'm so sorry sir, can't really keep all the kids still sometimes"

"Visit trip?" Price tilted his head slightly, to what she nodded. "We like to show the young ones to respect the injured" Her smile was almost as warm as the sun that day. "They gotta learn more than numbers and letters in school after all"

She took the kid away after apologizing once again, urging the little one to go back with the whole group, that she graciously guided around the hospital garden.

A second pair of blues followed her around as she went by, earning a chuckle from Kyle "Looks like he has a reason to stay here now"

"Hells Bells" The only thing he could say.

For what he could see from his room's window, it was a whole week of field trips for different classes.

To his eyes, she paraded around with the kids, with a sweet smile and warm eyes, showing the little humans things around, be it the entrances, the pond, or making small talk with some old lady that was condemned to stay her last days in that white prison. Like he felt, incarcerated for his health, until the doctors decided his wound and other past poorly healed injuries would not hinder him from having a "normal" life from now on.

For you, you were trying to show the kids some hospitality, to be respectful and appreciate the healthcare and what it could do for the people. For them to listen to the old tales of those veterans in life, or to enjoy the breeze and the grass after walking around for a long time.

Johnny was mesmerized. Completely lost in those warm expressions you always had dancing on your face, or in how you guided the children with caressing palms. Maybe it was the ring of your voice, that now rose above the constant tingle of his newly acquired wound, or the manners that you carried around. He felt strangely isolated in the room, a constant need to go outside and enjoy the grass, of course he wasn't trying to get a chance to talk with you.

Right?

So there he was, again in a bench. And that day he decided to hang his dog tags around his neck. "What a show-off" Simon groaned before saying goodbye couple of hours ago. "Don't come sulking if you scare her away you mutt", and a pat on the back.

It was the same boy as the other day, the one that approached him mesmerized by the shining plates on his neck. Matt sat on the floor, inquiring about what did Johnny do for a living. 'What is that? What do you do? Oh that's so cool!' he would chirp here and there.

Johnny couldn't really say no to the wee thing in front of him, puffing his chest and sharing some of his less-bloodied trips. The puff was taken down by a sudden nervousness when he saw you approaching again.

"Matt how many times do I have to tell you not to go astray from the group" She came already scolding the boy. "Oh, you are from the other day, right sir?"

Ah, she remembered him.

"Just doin' me time in here for a bit" Johnny answered with a boyish smile. "Can't blame the wean, he was all giddy 'n' interested"

"And what might that interest be?" You squatted a bit, poking Matt's cheek. "Miss. L/n this is Soap!" Oh, he got your last name now, maybe Laswell was willing to do some digging as a reward for his honorary actions right? Did he just call you Miss? That in his mind was a Jackpot. "And what does...Mr. Soap do?" She looked at him from bellow, her eyes flickering to his dog tags for a second. "I just tell old tales of sweaty men trying to save the world"

You weren't able to peel Matt from his spot, resigned, decided to indulge in some old stories, bringing the whole group so they could all listen to a veteran's yapping.

"So my mate, you see, big scary man with a mask" He would say, "took'em all down real fast i'm telling ya"

His eyes would often flick from kid to kid, landing on your face. To his delight, you were also caught in his stories, attentive eyes and full focused on how his mouth moved.

"And I was all alone! Havin' to scramble what I could! Bad men trynna catch me but I'm telling yall, nobody cannae stop the Soap" The boasting was impressive. How proud Johnny was of his doings, how he managed to tell his story in Las Almas without mentioning the cartel, or the corruption. "Even took a bloody bullet!" He pointed to his fresh scar, still healing. And that's when he saw your eyes turn somber, rather cold. "Alright kids, Mr. Soap here has lot's of stories, but surely that means he's very tired right? Let's go visit more places around!" After insisting a bit, you peeled the children away from his circle and quickly whispered to him with a disappointed gaze "I do have no doubt on what you did to protect people, but please, showing wounds and violence to children is not appropriate"

When you turned away, he sulked. He had fucked up. Ghost was right, he showed off too much and fucked up big time. He wanted to chase after you, to grab your wrist and apologize. To promise not to use those marks again if it meant seeing your bonnie face.

Yet knowing it would only make it worse, he silently went away, locking himself in the white room and not letting the nurses come in.

"Fucked up" He told Price. "Bonnie thing didn't like when I told the bairns about the bullet"

He earned a sigh, and a folder on his lap. "Didn't Simon tell you to slow down? I'm glad you still got some energy in you, son." Soap cursed under his breath, taking the folder and giving it a quick read. "You know me Sir"

Your whole legal name was there. Education, birthplace, family. Everything. Just a normal civilian, with a normal job. A teacher, the daughter of a warm family.

The folder didn't explain your charming eyes, or the small smiles you would make when a child showed you something. The information didn't do you any beauty, and he was pissed.

He had to hear it from you. Your own name, then his. Then again his name between some whispers or whimpers even. Not long after, Price took him for a walk, trying to pull him away from the constant frown that adorned his forehead.

It was Friday, he could tell you were a bit more energetic than the past day. Guessed it was the last visit you had to bring to the hospital, the last time he would probably see you if he was the one to respect boundaries. But what boundaries if he already had your address and identification number.

"You thinkin' about her still?" Price inquired, sipping on some cheap tea from the cafeteria. "Can't shake it cap. I just cannae. I gotta go tell her I'm sorry or sumthin'" He crossed his arms on his chest, right leg nervously bouncing under the table. "You seen how she look' with the bairns?" That earned a chuckle from the older man.

And bless the heavens he thought, when you entered the room with the group of children, dividing them in groups around multiple tables and asking the barista to make around thirteen milkshakes. You stayed on the counter, counting each quid to later report it to the school.

Price stood up, gave Johnny a pat on the shoulder. "Second try won't hurt you more than the first" He walked away, leaving Soap to shed his personal coat, turning into the homeboy Johnny once more.

"Hey"

You sighed, looking at him. "Sorry 'bout the other day. Got carried away" he mumbled "thought wee things would like something more...thrilling"

"Still not the best thing to say"

"I ken"

"They kept repeating your stories after that." His eyes flickered "Even started calling the other patients by 'sir' or 'ma'am'" Finally you met his eyes, hiding a shudder under your skin feeling like he was seeing right past your soul with those blue gems. This of course didn't pass by him.

"Ya enjoyed 'em?"

"Perhaps"

He leaned in a bit, not yet getting into your space, but enough to give you a tiny whiff of his soft scent. Was it citrusy? Warmth was on it, a little bit fruity but not overwhelming. You could swear there was a tinge of all-in-one shampoo too.

"Okay, yes. I liked your stories." Finally surrendering to his observing gaze, you relaxed on the counter a bit, the barista slowly pulling out the milkshakes. "Still, too bloody for some group of children"

"Hm. You know, even me ol' boss scolded me" The most heavenly chuckle swarmed his ears. "The man with the hat?" Johnny flashed a smirk, eyebrows gathering in the middle giving you an apologizing look and offering you his hand "Johnny's the name"

Johnny helped you bring the milkshakes to the tables, and again started telling his stories. This time with your consenting look, avoiding violence or blood on them.

There was a tiny difference now. His eyes weren't the only ones fluttering between the children and you. Lost in him, in his pearls, sometimes having to scramble your brains to understand his accent and phrasing. Unable to keep eye contact for long, covering your flush by turning your attention to the kids.

You couldn't really lie, he was charming. A warm smile and soft, piercing eyes. A voice that was like silk, but sometimes rugged, unable to ignore how his hands, rather calloused, accompanied the movements of his voice. The dog tags that he still wore, now tucked under his shirt, chain making waves over his collarbone, adorned by a thick and strong neck.

He seemed less proud, and more invested into the stories now. It wasn't about boasting anymore, but a constant fight to keep the kids hooked, and subsequently you too. He bathed proudly on how your cheeks would rose up a bit, or how you fidgeted with the soft fabric sometimes tracing the figures of the funny and childish patterns you wore. He wanted to up the tone, to impress you more like a bird trying to court his counterpart.

But he was a trained man that rarely made mistakes, a quick learner on top of that, not hitting the same rock twice.

Time passed, milkshakes were empty and some kids couldn't keep their eyes fully open. With a rather tired voice, a little raspy from the constant storytelling he chuckled at the wobbly tiny heads in front of him.

"Tired them all" You softly smiled, exhaustion also apparent on your face.

"Do I pass the test, Miss. L/n? Stories good enough?" He leaned slightly against you, a friendly shoulder bump earning another holy chuckle from your lips. "I give you an 8, missed some staging".

"Oh lass, I cannae be doin' backflips and shi- stuff" He corrected himself and tapped to his temple, the scar now healing better "Quite rude to be askin' tha' from a poor wounded soldier"

With a smile, you dismissed him and woke up some of the kids, telling them it was already time to go back home. Some of them whined, wanting to listen to more stories, trying to make you promise for it, something that Johnny eagerly supported, teasing you a bit. Others were completely fried, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Before leaving the cafeteria, you turned around and thanked him. "Johnny, right? Mine is Y/n" Oh but that he already knew, although it didn't bother him hearing it from your mouth.

What he didn't know was that you would visit him next Monday, taking with you some homemade buns you had made, showing gratitude for his help the past week.

Maybe he didn't fuck up that much, and maybe he could win you over by winning over the kids.

And he was good with children.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Hi I’m the person who requested Ellie x read based on Mary - Alex g u don’t have to answer this ask I just forgot to specify in my previous one if u could write it like “Mary” in the song is reader and Ellie is the person who’s singing? Tysm again!!

Mary - (ellie williams x reader)

hi pookie! I did exactly what you asked I just added twist! If you don't like it, just pm me and I'll write you a new story! I hope you enjoy <;33

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one:) or just send me a song and I'll take it from there. Remember if you want something specific to happen, please indicate it in your request.

Warnings: mental illness, mental hospitals, manhandling and mentions of pills, medication, injections and brief mentions of violence

Summary: In which Ellie wrote you a song.

Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss

She's got big red eyes and big red lips

She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips

Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck

She's got leather heart and leather gloves

She's the only girl that I wanna love

Ellie has always referred to you as Mary. She never knew your real name.

All the times she'd beg you to answer her you'd simply giggle and say: "it's better being a secret"

You were everything Ellie has always wanted. The girl she was so madly in love with, and she didn't even know your name. You were the only thing keeping her sane at this point.

The night Ellie had met you, you sat alone outside on a bench, singing the nursery rhyme Mary had a little lamb over and over again. And the name Mary just stuck with Ellie since them.

You were her Mary. The only girl that she ever wanted to love.

Ellie liked to imagine that in a perfect world it would just be the two of you.

One where she doesn't have to stay in a mental institution. And where you don't have to sneak in every night.

Ellie was sick and tired if this place and truly doesn't know why Joel would send her here.

The walls were painted white, and all she had in her room was a bed.

"Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck?" You raised your eyebrows slightly at Ellie's vulgar lyrics.

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink when you brought it up.

"Yeah" Ellie spoke softly.

"You wanna fuck me?" You asked Ellie with a smile on your face.

"I mean yeah-"

The sound of keys jiggling could be heard from down the hall. Ellie let out as quick gasp at that.

Fuck it must've been time to take her meds.

Ellie watched as you quickly jumped out the window, the paper containing the song Ellie wrote dedicated to you slowly falling to the ground. In an instant Ellie jumped up quickly picking up the paper and she stuffed it into her bra.

The door opened as Ellie casually sat on her bed waiting for the nurse to arrive. Nurse Elizabeth walked in with a huge smile on her face.

Ellie rolled her eyes as the nurse, who walked towards her trying to make small talk.

Who the fuck is this happy while working in mental institution?

Ellie took the pills from the nurses hand before, she put it into her mouth. Ellie drank the water that the nurse gave to her, wishing all of this was over and that you'd just come back.

"Open up" the nurse spoke as she put her finger into Ellies mouth.

The girl gagged slightly as the nurse reached her finger further and further down her throat.

"Sorry" the nurse spoke "I have to make sure you take your meds" she finished as she gave Ellie an empathic smile.

All Ellie did was hum and lay down. The nurse soon left and Ellie heard the door lock.

She sat up immediately spitting out the pills.

"Do they really taste taste bad?" Ellie heard your voice.

"How did you get back here so fast?" she asked.

All you did was give her a wink before you walked towards her, opening your hand.

Ellie stared down confused before she realized that you were looking for the song. She quickly pulled the note from her bra as she handed you the paper.

A smile took over your face as you continued reading the lyrics.

And all Ellie could do was smile and enjoy the final moments she has with you for that day before you would disappear again.

Listen to me, baby, I don't mind

I wanna be with you and waste my time

Give it to me, baby, I feel good

I wanna feel whatever you think I should

Sing it for me, baby, play my song

I wanna hear your daddy singing along

5 more months.

5 more fucking months, Ellie had to be in this fucking hell hole.

As Ellie walked down the hall she gazed into the other people's rooms. There were some really messed up people in here.

Truthfully Ellie doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't deserve it.

She wonders why you were here. She wonders why you only come at night. She wonders why she never sees you when she's with people. She wonders in which room you were staying.

So many questions so little answers.

Today was Wednesday. Which meant that they had a talent show. Every Wednesday all the different wards would come together and each patient could show their talent.

Ellie never participated. She always thought it was cringe and stupid. But today she wanted to do something she wanted to sing you the song she had written for you.

As Ellie sat in the room she watched different patients go up to front to do their thing. Some would sing, some would dance and some would just stand there awkwardly.

When Ellie raised her hand to go next, the nurse called out her patient number as she got up and walked towards the front.

Ellie shakily held the paper as she looked up to the crowd.

She saw you standing at the back, giving her a huge smile and a thumbs up.

God you were beautiful.

She could do this. She was doing this for you.

Ellie closed her eyes as she started singing the song.

She sang about your eyes, and how your lips were painted red with lipstick the night you met. She sang about your hips and how she so badly wanted to hold you. How badly she just wanted a taste.

You were only girl Ellie wanted to spend the rest of life with and yet she didn't even know your name.

But you'll always be her Mary.

As Ellie finished her song, the crowd clapped their hands, and a small smile appeared on Ellies face.

Her smile soon disappeared when she saw you weren't in the crowd anymore.

Where were you? Didn't you like her song? Do you hate her? What happened?

As Ellie was thinking she felt a hand on her shoulder. Ellie turned around, and her eyes met with one the the nurses.

"Doctor Bernard wants to see you"

Mary is the girl that leaves you to rot

She says, "I am real and you are not"

She says, "I am real and you are not"

"Ellie how long have you been seeing this girl?" Doctor Bernard asked her.

"Her name is Mary" she replied not answering his question.

"Mary isn't real"

"she is"

"Ellie you're seeing things" The doctor started. "That's why you're here, that's why you take medicine-"

"no you're lying" Ellie yelled as she got up from her chair. Her arms were quickly grabbed by the staff as they lowered her back down into the chair. The autumn brow haired girl started screaming as she was forced to sit down again.

"She's fucking real" Ellie yelled as she lunged forward, another nurse ran from the side holding an injection to Ellie's throat.

Doctor Bernard raised his hand telling the nurse to move away.

"Ellie calm down so we can talk about this"

Heavy breathes fell from Ellies lips as she looked to the floor, saliva started dripping from her lips. The room felt hot.

"She's real" Ellie breathed almost in tears. Why aren't they listening to her?

"it's ok I believe you"

And as soon as he said that Ellie looked up with her eyes wide.

"You believe me?" She asked in genuine shock.

They always told her she was crazy. They always told her there was something wrong with her, but now he believes her?

Ellie felt relived. She really wasn't crazy.

"I do" he said.

"How did she get in?"

"You won't hurt her if I tell you?" Ellie asked.

Your safety was the most important, Ellie didn't want you to end up in solitary or worse, a higher dose of whatever medication they were giving you.

"I won't he promised, now tell me"

"She comes in through the window"

Ellie watched his facial expression closely. She watched him look up to the staff as he gave them a nod. Ellie felt the nurses holding her, gripping her even stronger.

"what the fuck-" Ellie cried as she felt them hold her harder. Ellie felt a cold metal against her neck as she she screamed.

"you said you believed me!"

She kicked, she cried, she spat and she swore but nothing helped.

Soon the drug kicked in and Ellie felt her whole body go limp. She felt them lower her to the floor and she felt very sleepy.

"You said you believed me" Ellie breathed one more time as she looked at doctor Bernard standing above her.

"Ellie there isn't a window in your room"

Ellie felt tired, it was as if everything around her was slowing down.

"Mary isn't real, she never was"

Ellie opened her mouth to talk but no words came out.

The last thing Ellie heard that day was: "you are real and she is not"

Authors note: this one was quite short but it still fucking hit dude... remember my requests are always open and that you are loved...

Yours truly,

Zia<3

[syoish-aot]

"I Found You (too)" - EREN/READER - REINCARNATION AU (chapter 3)

eren/reader

Rating: M

2020s reincarnation of marleyan nurse reader & undercover eren

3.4k words

also on Ao3

<- chapter 2 | chapter 4 ->

Liberio, 854

Mr. Kruger was frustrated that day.

You didn’t know why, but he was.

Regardless of the cause, his frustration was why you had been sent in to “deal with him” since, apparently, you were the one he was most reasonable with. 

You weren't sure what you’d done to earn Mr. Kruger’s favour over the last few weeks, but if his favour got you praised by the higher-ups then you weren’t going to complain.

As you walked to his room you briefly thought back to Myra’s comment a few days ago. Her little: “He probably has a crush on you.” You immediately brushed the thought away figuring he was probably just the type to respond better to positive reinforcement. Lord knew enough of the hospital staff leaned towards the opposite method with patients.

Regardless, you eventually ended up there: knocking on Mr. Kruger’s door an hour after you normally headed home for the day.

Your knock received no answer, so you timidly pushed the door open.

“Mr. Kruger?” You asked.

He was sitting on his bed, staring out the window and completely lost in thought.

He must not have noticed you enter, so you cautiously approached him, all too familiar with how violent some patients could be when surprised.

“Mr. Kruger?” You asked for the second time, hoping he would respond now that you were closer.

He didn’t. 

You moved towards the window, carefully putting enough space between yourself and him so that you could get away if he lunged for you. Once you were at the far end of the room, you could finally see his face. 

He was in a daze, just like you thought he would be; trapped between his world and another as he stared out the window.

You smiled at the sight, knowing exactly how it felt to be that far away.

“Mr. Kruger.” You said for the third time. This time it was softer, barely above a whisper as you politely asked for his attention instead of demanding it.

He blinked.

And then he looked over at you for half a second before his eyes fell to his lap.

“Oh,” he said, “it’s you.”

You gave him a smile that you hoped was reassuring. “Yeah, it’s me.” Now that he was aware of his surroundings, you stepped closer to him. “Dr. Rall said you didn’t want to take your medication this evening.” The empty paper cup on his bedside table might have suggested a different story, but you knew it wasn't empty because he’d taken them. It was empty because he’d hidden the pills under his tongue.

You had a replacement in your pocket, but you wouldn’t give it to him until you were sure he’d accept it.

You’d never taken the time to check if Mr. Kruger was swallowing his pills. Instead, you'd always trusted that he had (especially considering how often he complained about wanting his painkillers). Earlier, you’d been wrapped up with another patient so Dr. Rall had come in to give Mr. Kruger his medications instead of you.

Dr. Rall was the type to demand proof that they’d been swallowed.

And they hadn’t been.

You could see a deep purple bruise forming against Mr. Kruger’s cheek in the shape of a thumb. You didn’t need to ask to know that it was where Dr. Rall had grabbed him as he tried to force the pills down his throat. Mr. Kruger had bitten him in defiance, nearly taking his thumb clean off. 

The blood splatters across the front of his shirt were proof of it. 

“He wouldn’t tell me what the green one was.” Mr. Kruger explained simply, with no emotion behind his tone to indicate anything about his mood.

“Oh…” You answered.

“So what is it?” He asked, slowly meeting your eyes again after he’d spent the beginning of the conversation avoiding them.

Your chest tightened as your palms became damp.

You normally tried not to make eye contact with him because it always felt… strange.

Confusing.

His eyes always brought you to a different plane of existence. With deep blues and greens so beautiful and almost out of place against the bags beneath them and his unshaven face.

It made you wonder what his eyes would look like on someone else or maybe on a different version of him. A happier version. A version that was free from war and pain and death. A version of him that existed somewhere-

…somewhere nice.

You wondered how his eyes would light up the rest of his face somewhere like that.

Mr. Kruger sighed at your lack of answer before he pushed himself out of bed. He stumbled as he reached for his crutch. You were immediately at his side, holding him up so he wouldn't fall.

“Gotta change-” he mumbled before he stepped towards the shelf on the other side of the room that housed a single change of clean clothes.

“I’ll help you,” you said.

“I don’t need your help,” he pushed you away.

“You can’t walk,” you told him as you tried to guide him back to the bed. “If you sit down I’ll-”

“I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!!”

You didn’t want it to affect you. You knew it shouldn’t affect you.

You’d been yelled at by plenty of patients. Doctors. Fellow nurses. Being screamed at was in your job description and it was something that happened to you every single day, so it shouldn’t have affected you. It shouldn’t have but-...

But you could feel heat building in the back of your eyes.

Your vision blurring.

His words ringing in your ear.

Mr. Kruger had always been so quiet. Always so wrapped up in his head as he stared out the window and let himself get lost against the horizon.

That’s why he was your favourite. Because he had a habit of slipping away to spend time somewhere else, just like you did.

Mr. Kruger was your favourite.

“Th- The green pills are a sedative,” you said as you blinked away your tears and handed him his crutch. You didn’t pull away from him until you were confident he was stable enough to stand on his own. Then you took a step back. “We give them to the patients that become violent. I- I don’t know why Dr. Rall wants to start you on them.”

Mr. Kruger didn’t say anything as he hobbled to the other side of the room. He grabbed a shirt, a clean shirt, with no blood stains mucking up the front.

He leaned his crutch against the wall as he pulled his old shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

He stumbled.

He caught himself against the wall.

He couldn’t lift his hand to pull the shirt over his head without risking falling over again so he grabbed his crutch and staggered back to the bed before sitting down.

“I haven’t been violent,” Mr. Kruger muttered. 

“I know.”

“Then why are they drugging me?”

“I-... I don’t know,” you confessed.

And you didn’t. Truly you didn’t. You were the nurse that tended to Mr. Kruger the most and you’d never indicated on your reports that he was anywhere close to even mildly uncooperative. He’d always taken his medications. Always changed when you asked him to, bathed when it was his day for that, asked politely to be escorted to the washroom, the courtyard, or just for a walk down the hall.

He was a model patient, really, so you didn’t know why Dr. Rall wanted him sedated.

“...guess they’ve a got reason now.” Mr. Kruger mumbled as he pulled his new shirt, a shirt that was free from the doctor’s blood stains, over his head.

“Yeah, I-... I guess they do.” 

Mr. Kruger’s arms fell to his sides once he finished getting changed.

“But I-... um…” you hesitated. 

“What?”

“I could… I could not give them to you…”

Your eyes met again. It was the same as it always was- your heart hammered in your chest as his blue-green eyes, eyes that were so beautiful and didn’t belong on such a depressed face, lit up.

For an instant, it took you somewhere else.

For an instant, everything was warm.

“And why would you do that?” Mr. Kruger asked, still maintaining eye contact.

“Because I… I have no reason to believe that you need them.”

“Hm.” Mr. Kruger hummed as he broke away from your stare and looked back out the window, regaining the position he’d been in when you’d come to find him. “Then I’ll make sure to keep it that way.”

His eyes met the horizon and he was gone again, leaving you unsure where he drifted off to. 

But as he stared out the window, out at the horizon, you had a feeling it was somewhere warm.

And maybe, just maybe, it was also somewhere nice.

As you left Mr. Kruger’s room you reached for the clipboard hanging in front of his door. 

It detailed his entire treatment plan. His daily vitals. When he got his meals and when he was given free time outside of his room.

And it listed his medications:

Morphine - checked off for body daily doses

Penicillin - checked off for both daily doses

Nutrilite  - checked off for both daily doses

And finally:

Zolpidem - newly added to Mr. Kruger’s chart and currently not checked off.

You patted your pocket where you could feel the cylindrical green pill against the fabric. You twirled it between your fingers and recalled the way Mr. Kruger had stared out the window, blissfully unaware that you’d even entered the room.

He’d bitten Dr. Rall, but only because the doctor hadn’t answered his question.

Only because the doctor had become violent first.

You couldn’t blame Mr. Kruger for it. You would have done the same. 

So you pulled your hand away from your pocket and grabbed the pencil tied to the clipboard.

Zolpidem - ✓

A Warm Living Room

You didn’t know what you were supposed to be doing.

Or saying.

Or… who any of the people around you were.

Mr. Kruger had told you they were your friends, but you were certain you’d never had friends like them.

But there they were: staring at you, unblinking, and you were staring right back.

Thankfully, Mr. Kruger was on the couch next to you. 

You leaned over to him: “...are these people also Eldian devils?” You whispered.

Mr. Kruger immediately began sputtering: “You- You can’t call them that!”

“What?” You said as you pulled back, forgetting to whisper due to your confusion, “Eldian devils?”

“Yes!” Mr. Kruger exclaimed.

“Oh,” you paused as you thought it over. “Why not?”

“Fucking hell Eren…” one of them mumbled. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl across his face as he leaned back in his chair. “You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?”

“Shut the hell up, Jean!” Mr. Kruger snapped (it was the angriest you’d seen him so far). He turned back to you and the anger washed off his face, replaced with concern. “You don’t remember them,” Mr. Kruger explained, “but yes, everyone here is your friend.”

You scowled and looked down into your lap. He had told you that earlier. That you didn’t remember but… you weren’t sure you believed him. How could you forget so many people all at once? It didn’t make any sense.

“They caught another filthy Eldian lover.” Your mother had said to your father over breakfast.

“Yes,” he had agreed, nose shoved in his newspaper, “they did.”

Confused by their tones, you looked up from your doll and glanced between them. “What’s an Eldian lover?” You asked.

“A vile creature,” said mother.

“Disgusting things,” added father.

“Oh….” came your soft, uncertain reply.

You looked back at your doll as you wonder why your brother was running so late to breakfast.

You blinked rapidly as your head swirled with the memory.

It felt so far off but- but you knew it happened. You remember leaving the breakfast table and walking to your older brother’s empty room. 

Eldian lover. Eldian lover. Eldian lover.

‘Vile creature.’

‘Disgusting things.’

His empty bedroom. With everything so perfectly in place.

Flesh.

Rope-

“But I-... I can’t be friends with…” you muttered, “with Eldians.”

Flesh.

Rope.

Spray paint.

No, no, no. 

This wasn’t real.

You weren’t somewhere real. You were somewhere nice. Somewhere perfect, so- “If I am then- then-”

Birds.

Bone.

   Red.

‘ELDIAN LOVER’

“They’ll- they'll do it to me too I’ll-” you reached up to hold your pounding head.

This wasn’t real, it was somewhere nice. Not real, nice. Nice. Nice. Nice. Nice. Ni-

“They’ll kill you too we can’t-”

“It’s okay.” Mr. Kruger’s warm hands cupped yours. He held them softly, so softly, and then he guided them back to your lap. Your vision blurred as you blinked away your tears. “It’s okay,” he repeated in a tone that left you no choice but to believe him.

It was warm.

It was safe.

It was nice.

The brown cat that seemed so fond of you jumped onto the couch with a ‘mrr’. You looked down at him and scratched his head as he curled up in your lap.

One of the Eldian De- one of your friends- gained your attention as he cleared his throat. You looked up at him. He had blonde hair and angelic ocean-blue eyes that briefly make you wonder why Eldians had ever been called “devils” in the first place. “What’s the last thing you remember?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The last thing you remember before you… woke up here,” he clarified.

You looked back down. Back at the cat asleep in your lap as you tried to answer his question.

Fire.

Screaming.

                  Gasping for air.

You immediately brushed the thoughts away because this wasn’t real.

This was somewhere nice.

Somewhere that those kinds of things didn’t exist so: “I-... I fell asleep.” You lied.

It made sense. You must have fallen asleep. Why else would you be here?

No one said anything so you looked up. You met everyone’s eyes. The bright blue ones that had asked you the question. The ones of the angry man, still scowling after you called him a devil. A brunette with a ponytail. The most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. And a man who had come in with the widest smile imaginable (a smile that was now completely washed away).

None of them said a word.

And then you looked at Mr. Kruger.

“Mr, Kruger I- I think-” You didn’t want to be here anymore. You were worried that if they asked you more questions, you would wake up. “I think I need to lay down…”

Mr. Kruger lifted the cat out of your lap and placed him on the couch. “Yeah, okay.” He said as he offered you his hand and guided you out of the living room.

Eren helped you back into bed, pointing out the glass of water on the bedside table in case you needed it. You were out almost immediately.

In a move of predictability, Bitcoin hopped onto the bed. He stumbled on his three legs but quickly regained his footing before walking up to you and curling up at your side.

“Good boy, Bitsy,” Eren said as he scratched the old cat under his chin.

Bitcoin let out a soft ‘mrr’ and flopped over, exposing his belly to Eren as his loud purring began.

Eren patted his stomach before pulling away.

He was trying to make this easy for you, but it was hard.

It was hard because suddenly being thrust into a new life with no memories to match it wouldn’t be easy for anyone. But it was especially hard for you because you didn’t have what he had.

When Eren had woken up, even though he didn’t recognize you he still recognized everyone else. He had them, his friends, to ground him; but you- you just had…

All you had was Mr. Kruger.

And what a truly terrible person to have at your side.

Eren looked down at you, asleep, with your hair splayed out across the pillow. The urge to lean forward and kiss your forehead was a strong one, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. 

Even though he knew how you felt about him (and how your past self felt about him too) he wasn’t going to cross that line.

Mr. Kruger.

That was the man you loved.

For some reason, even after everything. Kruger.

“Fuck.” Eren hissed as he pushed away from you, immediately trying to distance himself from both you and his memories. 

He didn’t want to think about it.

He didn’t want to think about that.

He was different now.

It was a new life. He was starting over. And once you got your memories back he’d explain everything to you so you could start over too. So that you would stop loving the evil man who had twisted your thoughts for his own selfish gain. You would realize how messed up it had been and how he had- how Kruger- had used you.

You’d realize that and then you’d-...

You’d be happier here.

With him. Not with Kruger.

With Eren.

Just like you had been for the last six years.

Eren pulled himself away from the bed and quickly left the room. 

As he headed back to his friends, he could hear everyone speaking in hushed voices:

“..obviously a Marleyan soldier!” Jean whispered.

“No way dude!” Connie answered. “Eren would never pull something like that! That’s fucked, even for him!”

“She could have been a civilian,” Sasha offered.

“Maybe they didn’t even know each other,” Mikasa added.

“She called him Mr. Kruger.” Armin pointed out. “Reiner said that was the name Eren used undercover before the raid.”

“Maybe he just gave her an alias when she woke up.” Jean dismissed, “by the end of it, every Marleyan on the planet knew exactly who Eren Jeager was, he probably didn’t want her freaking out about a fucking war criminal being next to her!”

Eren cleared his throat as he fully entered the room, cutting off their conversation.

Immediately they all looked guilty.

“Sorry, Eren...” Armin mumbled.

Eren said nothing as he fell back onto the scratchy sofa with a huff.

Nirvana poked her head out from between his feet, blinking up at him with one eye. He reached down to scoop her up and place her in his lap. She wasn’t in the mood to be held, so she squirmed out of his grasp and hopped back onto the floor before darting off to chase an invisible force in the corner of the kitchen. 

He reached over to pet Ted instead, the fat orange and white cat was completely passed out on his favourite couch cushion, like usual.

“How much does she know?” Armin asked.

“Not much,” Eren answered. “I didn’t know what was safe to tell her. She obviously knows she’s somewhere different but… I don’t think she knows how different.”

“Do you remember her?” Mikasa asked.

Eren stilled. “...yes...”

The way he said it, so softly and packed with a lifetime of pain and regret, was enough to keep the group from asking more.

“She’ll get her memories back soon,” Armin reassured, “take it slow and eventually she’ll be just like the rest of us.”

“Right,” Eren said as his fingers twirled around Ted’s soft orange fur.

“Just give it a few days,” Armin said again. 

“Yeah,” Eren mumbled, unsure what to make of the hesitation churning in the pit of his stomach. “Sure.”

He should be happy, shouldn’t he? Happy that you wouldn’t stay this way forever. That eventually you’d regain your memories of this life and he could tell you the truth. Finally, for the first time, he could explain everything. Once he did that you’d stop loving such a horrible man and you'd love him instead.

You’d love Eren.

So he should be happy.

He should.

You’d find out who Mr. Kruger was and Eren should be happy.

“She’ll remember, Eren,” Armin reassured him for the third time with wide blue eyes full of hope and a comforting smile across his face.

Fear.

That was it.

Instead of joy, the only thing Eren felt was fear.

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Nine

Warnings: flirting, nerves, a tiny bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

You can catch up here!

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“Good morning, Captain. How is my favourite patient today?” Y/N said as she walked into Dean’s room.

“I bet you say that to everyone in here, sweetheart!” Dean chuckled, and she giggled in response.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Bobby smiled as he stood to leave the room and gave them privacy - he hoped to talk, but he knew that wouldn’t happen while Dean was still a patient. Something about not dating patients or some bullshit.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean said, and Bobby nodded with a wink.

“What’s the latest, nurse?” Dean smirked at her, thinking–not for the first time–how beautiful she looked in her purple scrubs.

“Well, everything looks great, and your pain is manageable with over-the-counter meds now, so doc’s gonna bust you outta here today,” Y/N’s heart melted a little at the smile that lit up his entire face, making all the wariness leave him. She swore he looked ten years younger without stress and pain wrinkling his brow.

“Are you serious, Y/N/N?” Dean asked, and she nodded in amusement. “Well, Princess, that has got to be the best news I’ve had all week!”

“I’ll be glad to see you discharged,” she smiled softly as he tilted his head in hurt confusion. “It means you’ve healed, Dean. It means I’ve done my job, and you get to go home,” she giggled again as that bright smile broke out across his features.

“Have dinner with me?” Dean blurted out, and she bit her lip shyly.

“You’re supposed to be resting and taking it easy, De. You may be getting out of here, but your ribs still haven’t fully healed yet,” she tried to talk sense, but her resolve was failing the bigger his smirk got. That damn smirk would make her commit murder if he asked her.

“Well, the way I see it… I gotta eat… you gotta eat… why not eat together?”

“Dean…”

“Come on, Princess,” he said, and she swore if he brought out those damn puppy dog eyes… “I’m hardly able to cook you a three-course meal,” he chuckled as he gestured to himself. “But we do need to talk, and I’d like to do that sooner rather than later.

“I’ll order pizza from Gino’s and write down my address and phone number. Open invitation. Come if you want, or don’t. We need to talk, though, so if it’s not tonight, name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” Dean’s eyes were pleading with her, but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door, and he sighed in annoyance.

“Captain Winchester,” Dr Clark greeted cheerfully. “What do ya say we get you out of here today?”

“That’d be awesome, Doc,” Dean responded with a smile, but Y/N noticed it’d lost some of its happiness.

His eyes never left her as the doctor gave Dean her instructions for him to take it easy for another few weeks, and Y/N felt all her resolve disappear. 

“Alright, that’s everything from me. I’ll leave you in Nurse Singer’s capable hands. Take care of yourself, and take it easy for a few more weeks,” Dr Clark said as she handed Y/N his discharge papers and pain meds.

“Thanks, Doc,” Dean smiled tightly, and the doctor nodded and excused herself.

“Y/N-” he began to speak as soon as the door closed, but she cut him off before he could finish.

“Yes,” she grinned.

“Yes?” Dean repeated in shock.

“Yes. I’ll come over for dinner,” Y/N explained, and Dean didn’t think he could smile bigger. “On one condition.”

“Name it, Princess,” he answered immediately.

“I’ll cook for us,” Y/N insisted.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” he argued.

“Okay, first, you’re not asking. I’m offering. And second, you’ve been eating shitty hospital food for a week. You need a proper meal, De. I get off at four today. I’ll head home, get changed, go to the store, and then come over. Good?” The tone in her voice left Dean absolutely no room to argue back.

“Good. Looking forward to it,” Dean winked, and she smirked back at him.

“I’ll take this to the pharmacy and put your papers at the desk. Do you need some help getting dressed, or will you manage on your own?”

“You offering, sweetheart?” he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively and laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll call Ash in to help if you don’t behave!” she laughed loudly at Dean’s mock look of horror.

“Thought so, handsome!” she winked as she turned to leave the room.

Y/N’s shift was finally over; this was the first time since starting here that she was grateful to finish on time. It seemed to be an unwritten rule at Memorial for the nurses to come in a half hour early for a full handover of patients and to take over any emergencies for those about to finish to get home on time.

She also noticed how everyone was happy to cover for everyone else; Jess came in early one day last week to allow Missouri Moseley time to go home and get ready for her son’s birthday party. Not to mention, Kevin Tran had stayed on for two hours this morning, allowing Jess to take her time at her antenatal appointment.

Seeing a family dynamic amongst the nursing staff with no hint of tit-for-tat attached to favours was refreshing. What surprised Y/N most was that no one noted what hours they covered and for whom. If this were Chicago, a whiteboard in the nurse’s break room would be filled with I.O.U notes.

Once she got home, she went straight for a shower, beyond grateful Jody had allowed her to replace and decorate however she wanted. Her nerves about going to talk to Dean had made her more nervous than she’d ever been, to the point that the tension in her shoulders was bringing her pain. Boy, did she need the pressure from the power shower she’d installed beating down on her right now!

Dressing in dark jeans, a white shirt and brown ankle boots, Y/N blow-dried her hair and tossed it into a messy bun. She scolded herself for thinking far too long about how much makeup to put on. When she was working, it was easier and much more practical to be bare-faced, but this was… well, she wasn’t sure what this was and finally settled on a light coat of foundation and some mascara.

She’d been on edge all day, and her emotions were everywhere. The scenarios of how tonight would go had been running through her mind since telling Dean she’d come over for tonight. Could they be friends? Could they try to be together again? Did he even want her to stay? Fuck, did he want anything with her?

Sure, he’d flirted with her in the hospital, but it was Dean fucking Winchester. He flirted with everyone with breasts, so that wasn’t anything to go on. Y/N knew she would have to play her cards close to her chest until she could figure out what was going on in his mind about her being back.

Checking her reflection for the last time, Y/N grabbed her purse, checked that she had everything she’d need for the evening and threw on her jacket. She left the apartment and quickly locked up before the doubts could creep in further, and she just called this whole thing off.

Pulling up next to the curb, Y/N couldn’t help her wide smile seeing the Impala parked in the driveway. John always promised to hand it over to Dean on his eighteenth birthday, and she desperately wished she could’ve been there to see it.

Killing the engine, she took a few deep breaths to calm her frazzled nerves and steady her composure. Once she felt more centred, she threw her purse over her shoulder and exited the car. Opening the trunk, she grabbed the groceries, and after one final deep breath, she walked up the path.

It was a beautiful house and looked to have at least three bedrooms on the second floor. The white picket fence looked freshly painted, and the lawn was neatly mown. She saw wicker furniture and a swing on the well-maintained porch. She thought the only thing that could make Dean’s house more inviting would be some colourful plants and flowers or some window boxes.

Y/N rang the doorbell and stepped back, turning around to take in the neighbourhood. Dean had done well for himself settling here. It was the kind of place he used to tell her about–his dream home–and that made her happier than she’d been in a long time.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice broke her from her thoughts, and she spun on her heel to face him, a content smile still gracing her face.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the neighbourhood,” Y/N explained with a chuckle. “Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah, it’s great here,” Dean said as he moved away from the doorway, gesturing for her to enter. “It’s close to the station, Sammy and Jess live two blocks away, Benny three, and it’s not too close for unannounced visits from my parents!” Dean grinned at her laugh. “Are you settling into Jody’s place?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. It took a while to get used to it because it’s so much quieter than I’m used to,” Y/N laughed. “My first night back in town, I stayed at Uncle Bobby and Jody’s place. I didn’t sleep at all because it was silent!”

“Really?” Dean chuckled, his eyebrows raising comically.

“Really!” she laughed. “My apartment in Chicago was downtown. The all-night traffic, sirens and drunken college students were like a lullaby to me! To be out in the middle of nowhere without even a ticking clock was a little bit unnerving!” she said as she followed him through to the kitchen and placed the bag of groceries down on the counter.

“Here, let me take your jacket,” Dean said.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to over-exert yourself. I just got you out of the hospital. I’ll be damned if you end up back in ‘cause of me,” Y/N said as she put her purse next to the groceries, shrugged her jacket off, and hung it over one of his dining chairs.

“Now, sit,” she commanded, and he smirked over at her.

“Still bossy, I see,” Dean chuckled as he sat on a breakfast stool. Y/N smirked but chose to ignore him as she washed her hands.

“How are you feeling?” Y/N asked, turning back towards him, her soft gaze trained on his, clearly showing her concern.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean replied honestly. “I still have some pain, but I can’t tell you how happy I am to be home. I’m looking forward to tonight in my own bed.”

“Good,” she nodded as she emptied the groceries from the brown paper bag. “I was thinking of what I could make that would be both nutritious and delicious, so I decided on beef stir-fry.”

“That sounds amazing,” he smiled.

“I only have two questions,” she said as she put both hands into the bag. “Do you want rice or noodles?” Y/N pulled a pack of each from out and held them up.

“Noodles!” Dean answered with a grin.

“Alright, and…” she dug into the bag with both hands again. “Apple or cherry?” Y/N grinned, holding out two pies for him to choose from. Dean’s boyish grin now made his eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Definitely cherry!”

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[jm-2406]

Hi,

I was wondering if I could make a request for a matt murdock x reader idea. You could make it into a headcannon or a dribble I dont mind ✨.

Basically I’ve always found interesting the idea of matt either loosing his powers or his hearing senses (like in season 3)

So id think about something like that happening to him and the reader helping him found himself in his new routine without his vigilante identity.

(insecure and « in need of love » matt is my weakness jsjs)

Lots of angst but a happy ending if possible

(Also its preferable if reader is just a civilian too)

Thanks 🦋

Love me tender.

Summary - an unfortunate accident almost cost your boyfriend's life but you are there to help him recover, even if he gets emotional and says stupid things.

Pairing - Matt Murdock x teacher!reader.

Word count - 855.

Note - I'm sorry for being so late in delivering this, I got my exam results and it was not good. I was upset, so I couldn't get anything done.

Warnings - rushed ending, mentions of accident/injury, Matt and reader having a heart to heart.

Requests - open || find my work - here.

It came as a shock to you when a phone call disturbed your sleep at 3 a.m. informing you about your boyfriend's accident. You were the only person on his emergency contact and the hospital staff were quick to inform you. When you reached the hospital gates, a fear gripped your heart. You were not sure what happened with Matt exactly but you could make out that it was something very serious from the nurse’s words.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I am here to visit Matt Murdock.” You informed the receptionist. She typed something on her computer and directed you towards the ward. That night, you had the biggest shock of your life as you waited for the doctors and nurses treating Matt.

“It was quite a fatal accident, Miss [Y/L/N]. We're lucky that he survived but he might take some time to recover and from what we have gathered, he might have some problems with his external auditory canal.”

“But… he'll be okay, right? He will recover, right?” You asked him. The doctor nodded his head and left because of another case. It was all up to you now, to let him know. You knew how upset he felt if treated with sympathy, you felt like that too. You just wanted him to recover completely before taking any risks with his life.

A few days later, when you were sitting quietly in the living room and grading the test papers, you heard a cracking sound. Rushing to the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend standing and in front of him, a broken glass. “Are you okay? And what are you doing here?” You carefully reached him and brought him back to your room.

Before you could scold him for being so careless and not resting enough, you saw him sitting quietly, too quietly like a statue. He was holding his mask in his hand. It was high time now, you needed to talk. You placed your hand on his shoulder and got his attention. Matt was still quiet.

“You can't carry on like this, Matt.” You said after a moment of silence.

“I don't know what to do. I'm lost, okay. This feeling… the feeling of being helpless and staying at home all day… it kills me. I feel like I failed.”

“No matt. Please don't say things like that.” Your voice was thick with emotions. “We can go through anything if we are together. Please don't shut me out.”

Matt gave you a sad little smile and you knew that you had a long road ahead of you.

A few days passed with you and Matt adjusting to the new life without his vigilante identity. It was a struggle in the beginning but slowly, he recovered… at least physically.

One evening, you were sitting on the couch, watching one of your favourite films when you noticed Matt standing in the corner, lost in his thoughts. “What happened, babe? You alright?” You rushed to him and to your surprise he jerked your hands off him. That had never happened before.

“I think we should take a break.”

“What?” To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You didn't know what came over him suddenly.

“Yes, [Y/N]… we should.” He sounded serious.

“But, at this point? I don't understand Matt. What happened?”

“Because I can't give you a normal life, [Y/N]. Why is it so difficult for you to understand that? You were sitting there, all peacefully, watching a move. We couldn't do that together, or anything normal couples do. How many times we had to cancel our plans because of me being daredevil and trying to save the city. You don't need to go through all of this. You deserve better, [Y/N].” He breathed hard after his confession, sightless eyes following where your figure should be.

“Leave it to me to decide what and who I deserve. I love you, Matt. I know that I never said it before, I didn't want to push you away. I don't want ‘normal’, I just want you.” By the end of it, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and forced him to sit down. It was one of the few raw moments you shared.

“I'm sorry.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “Promise me, you won't do anything stupid like this again.” You asked, gently massaging his scalp. Matt just nodded his head. You knew that you had a long road ahead of you but you were satisfied with the journey. In the end it's just you two, together.

THE END.

[waywardidjitdaughter]

Something I just recently found out about the onset of POTS: it can initially be triggered by an infection. People have developed it after battling Covid-19. I've never had covid (she says as she goes and knocks on every piece of wood in her house) but I was hospitalized last year for three days to be treated for sepsis that was brought on by a silent UTI. My symptoms started at that time. Unfortunately I was being treated by an idiot doctor in a crummy hospital. They kept saying those symptoms were anxiety and drugging my ass to high hell on benzos and gave me an antibiotic that is known to be very dangerous for EDS patients. They also gave me permanent scars because no one would listen when I said I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and to be gentle with my skin when inserting IVs. One nurse was just a nasty piece of work and kept stabbing me like she was a horror movie villain from the 80s and told me to suck it up when I ended up in tears. Yes, I reported her and she was actually held accountable for her behavior. Long, rambling story short my (amazing) new doctor thinks the sepsis combined with my EDS triggered the POTS and stay FAR AWAY from St. Francis Hospital in Memphis if you have EDS or POTS...or a fucking paper cut. Baptist Memorial Hospital is your friend here in Memphis.

To anyone in the Memphis area who needs a good doctor to treat your POTS or EDS, message me. I'll send you my doc's contact info. He's been a true hero to me and I love him to death.

Also, anyone in Fort Wayne, Indiana who knows of a good doctor, please hit me up with the information. I'm moving sometime in the next year. I love my doctor but there is just too much violence in Memphis. The shootout behind my house last month where a bullet went through my next door neighbor's living room window was the last straw for my husband and I.

[aureum-lepus]

Severus Snape x fem! OC Araminta Tobbat

by aureum-lepus

Warnings: none

Word count: 2065

Note: Hello and welcome! This is the start of my Severus Snape x OC fanfic and I am so excited to share this! Please forgive me any mistakes regarding writing or spelling or anything. English is not my first language and have no beta reader (if anyone is interested to help or to talk about anything regarding writing, don't hesitate on messaging me!)

But long story short, please have fun reading and please give me your honest feedback 💖

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Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I hope you are in the best of health. I am pleased to inform you that I am. Breeding rabbits this year is a bit...troublesome. My little darlings are afraid of all the dogs and snakes that have been hanging around the neighborhood lately.

I heard that the famous Harry Potter will be spending his third year at Hogwarts this year. That sounds very exciting. How is the boy doing? I can still remember my time at Hogwarts very well. How I wish I could roam through those magnificent halls again.

But let's get to the point of why I'm sending you an owl. My work at one of the local Muggle hospitals around here is going well, but it is not the true fulfillment. I'm sure you've already filled all the professors' positions with some exquisite people. The circumstances mentioned above do not allow me to spend my life here any longer and I would be very happy if I could come back to Hogwarts. Could you possibly have a vacancy for me in the Hospital Wing or do any of the professors need an assistant?

I am very pleased to hear from you, Professor Dumbledore. 

With the very best and kindest regards,

Minty Delaney

The hand of the man holding the letter was bony and old. Older than it should be. Nevertheless, he read the letter with his lips curled and almost pulled into a smile. The paper on which the message was written looked worn and was slightly yellowish in color. It gave the impression that the owl that brought him these lines had flown an almost infinitely long distance. 

Professor Albus Dumbledore rolled the old piece of paper back up into a scroll and tied it back with the ribbon with which the letter had previously been sealed. The old wizard adjusted his crescent-shaped spectacles and cleared his throat briefly. He then sat down on his wooden chair and rested his hands on the solid desk in front of him. "Please." he said in a very friendly and welcoming tone as he pointed to a chair in front of him. A witch of the still young age of twenty nine years slid into his view, her hands restrained in her lap. She took a seat on the creaky chair. Her posture was very tense and her eyes looked anxious. 

"Lovley letter. I was very pleased to receive it." Dumbledore said as he tapped on the paper. "Even if I was a little surprised."

"Forgive me for this sudden outburst. The circumstances..." the woman began in a calm voice, but the headmaster interrupted her by placing his hand on his lips.

"You wanted a post in the hospital wing. You would fit in perfectly there, but I'm afraid Madame Pomfrey is already doing an excellent job there."

"I understand. But Professor, you didn't have to let me come here to tell me that. Why don't you write me this cancellation in a letter?" 

"I didn't say I didn't have a position for you. Hogwarts has always kept its doors open to those who have sought help and asked for it." the old man smiled. "In your letter, you mentioned that you would also work as an assistant to the professors?"

The woman with gray hair, which she wore in a loose braid, nodded. Her eyes had a pink, almost red glow and as it slowly dawned on her what Dumbledore wanted to tell her, they lit up with joy. The old wizard stood up and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You will be working as a nurse in the hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey. I have a feeling that we will need someone like you at times like this. However, you will also help the professors with smaller tasks if they need it."

The young witch placed her hand gratefully on the headmaster's. A faint smile crossed her lips and a feeling of security and warmth rose up inside her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. "Thank you, Professor," she almost whispered.

"Use your time with the professors wisely, Minty. Someday I'll hire you as a professor for transfiguration." 

Minty Delaney giggled. "You don't really think I'm competition for Professor McGonagall, do you?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder and took a step back. "Not at all, you are both important and valuable to Hogwarts in your own way." The old man placed his hands on his lower back and his gaze swiveled around the room. He suddenly seemed a little distant and absent. "You must be tired, Minty. I've already had your luggage taken away. You'll find your bedchamber near the Ravenclaw common room. I thought a little proximity to your old house couldn't hurt. I'll introduce you to the professors tomorrow. Luckily, we still have some time before the new school year starts." 

Minty stood up hastily. She didn't want to waste any more of Dumbledore's time, as he obviously had other plans for tonight. She tilted her head forwards slightly. "Thank you very much, Professor." 

She hurriedly made her way to the spiral staircase that led out of the Headmaster's office. A large eagle guarded the entrance and as soon as she got closer to the statue, it opened the exit. Her foot was just taking the first steps into the long corridor in front of her when she banged her nose against something black. She pulled her hands up quickly when she felt the impact. She felt a rough material under her hands. It seemed to be a mage's robe. 'The object' was not an object, but a man's chest rising and falling as he breathed in a little annoyed.

Unsure, Minty moved her head upwards so that her chin was now digging into the ribbed, thin chest. Her eyes became a little watery. 'What an awkward and embarrassing situation...' she thought.

Her eyes met a very tense, pale face. Dark, tired eyes looked down at her. The man was several heads taller than the small woman. Minty could barely get a whimper out of her throat. The man with black, somewhat stringy hair raised his equally black eyebrow. His already cold face didn't move an inch.

Minty was paralyzed with fear and panic. 'Move...' She felt her jaw tighten and her body tremble. Every muscle was tense. It felt almost impossible to break away from the man, who was probably one of the professors. Minty's eyes ran over the features of his face. Over the dark eyes, to the slightly gaunt cheeks, back to his thinly curled lips and finally to the large, crooked nose in the centre of his face. 

She wanted to say something, whisper some kind of apology for her clumsy behavior, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the spasmodic panic spread through her stomach. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and the man grabbed her by the wrist. 

"And you are..?" the man cut her off before one single word cut escape her throat. His voice was cold and there was a hint of bitterness in it.

"I'm sorry..." Minty stuttered. She feared that the man was about to break her arm. 

The wizard quickly pushed Minty against the wall next to them and moved a little further away. He still had a firm grip on her wrist, while he had drawn his wand with the other and was now holding it to her chin. "Your name."

A whimper was all the witch uttered when she touched the cold wall. She squinted her eyes now. What a terrible confrontation. Minty's knees went weak and she took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. "A-a-ara..." she began softly and weakly as a familiar voice beside her interrupted her. 

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice cut through her whimpering.

The dark eyes of the man, who was probably called Severus, left Minty and focussed on the headmaster. When he saw Dumbledore put on a friendly smile, Severus knew that there was no danger from this woman and let her go. 

"There was no time to mention that I was expecting a guest. Why don't you go to my office, Severus?"

The professor nodded, but gave Minty one last, suspicious look before he went upstairs to the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was now standing in front of Minty again, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Minty..." His voice seemed a little stern.

The young witch swallowed a heavy lump. She was painfully aware of the mistake she had almost made. She had almost told the professor her real name. "I...I'm sorry." Minty stroked her still watery eyes with her index finger. 

"No one should know. Do you understand that? You've kept it a secret for years, don't get careless now."

A nod. "I know, Professor."

Albus Dumbledore straightened up. "Now really go to sleep. Dark times are ahead of us. Use every minute you have to yourself." With these words, he left her alone and returned to his office.

Minty wasted no more time either and set off in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The way there was uneventful. Strangely enough, she knew exactly where to go without Dumbledore telling her which room was hers. 

She was just sure that the path was right and just before she arrived at the tower, she saw a room. A room with a marking. Minty was overcome with such incredible happiness. She felt safe and secure, despite the strange confrontation with Severus. She had felt at home after many years. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room.  Her eyes lit up with joy, knowing full well that Dumbledore had this room set up for her. 

It wasn't a large room, but it was very cosy. Right on the other side was a wide window, through which the moonlight was currently shining. There was a large bed in the corner of the room below it. The bed linen was in pastel colours and, like everything else in the room, radiated a certain warmth and familiarity. The wall beside the bed was decorated with a number of dried flowers which where sorted around a mirror. To Minty's left were a pair of bookshelves filled with books on transformations, magical animals and potions. In the centre was a large white and very fluffy carpet. Minty's luggage was also there. A few candles were skilfully placed around the room to provide light. 

Minty pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and a broad grin lit up her face. She quickly closed the door behind her and stepped fully into her room. She turned around a few times, taking in every little detail that was hidden here. She finally plopped down on the bed and looked at the door again. The symbol she saw outside was also on the inside of the door. It was a rabbit, its ears hanging limply downwards. That was Minty's symbol. The rabbit with floppy ears. The animal she could transform herself into. 

She sighed with relief, stretched out her arms and let herself fall backwards. She bumped her wrist against the mattress a little too hard. A sharp pain shot through her and she hissed from the pain. A soft mattress shouldn't actually hurt. Minty looked at her wrist and saw a small bruise.

She immediately thought of the professor she had met earlier. She began to gently massage her wrist. There was something about this man's appearance that aroused her curiosity and interest. Still, he frightened her. Those dark eyes and that black hair...And then that nose...

He had been very slim, yet he was strong. 

Minty closed her eyes.

She visualised him a little more in her mind's eye. She now also remembered the man's scent. Old books, like a library. Candles that had just been blown out. There was more, but she couldn't remember it. As if the room had been tailored to her exact needs, all the candles went out at once. 

Minty Delaney's consciousness slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her thoughts of the strange professor accompanied her into her dream world. There were some exciting days, weeks or even years ahead for her at Hogwarts.

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Mrs Dawkins P45-49

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After breakfast, I nervously pulled the draw from my bedside table, and poured it onto the bed the mess of papers scattering ontop of the sheets.

He smirked a little at me before he egarly dug through the pile, "Awww you kept all my notes and letters?" He cooed,

"Maybe…" I blushed,

"Awww you are so cute," He cooed, "You didn't have to keep them you know,"

"I want to!" I protested,

He chuckled, "Alright you keep them all, maybe on our anniversaries we can go through them together and remember how in love we were,"

"Aww that sounds nice," I giggled laying my head on his shoulder,

"And I'll make sure you have some extra ones by then," he cooed kissing my forehead, "Oooohh found it!" He smirked as he grabbed my drawing,

I buried my face into his neck trying to hide but also watching his face,

"Humm… very good anatomy, you made me very handsome, a little… low on the drawing, a little naughty darling," He smirked rubbing his nose on my head, "But I can't be mad at you for that,"

"You're not mad at me?"

"No, how could I be mad at my lovely lady drawing me so handsome," he smiled, "There are a few issues but you hadn't seen so I'll allow it,"

"I could do another now I know…" I blushed,

"I would love you to draw me, darling,"

"You would?"

"Of course I would,"

"Well, maybe next sleepover,"

"Next sleepover," he nodded giving my lips a soft kiss, "I promise,"

We looked through things but slowly packed them away into the draw, he gathered up his stuff and made sure to dress and get ready to head back to the hospital,

"I need to get going, as much as I don't want to leave we need to." he sighed taking my hands softly, "I don't want your father to find me and get us in trouble,"

"I know… I just wish you could stay forever," I rubbed my nose on his,

"I know, I want to stay. But I won't be able to visit if we get in trouble," he cooed, "But I'll be back I promise," He smiled,

"Will you come visit again?"

"Of course I will, I will visit as soon as I can,"

"I'll miss you,"

"I'll miss you too," He cooed, "But soon we won't have to miss each other," he stroked my cheek, "When we get married," he connected our lips softly,

"I shall count the hours,"

"As will I," he cooed, "I love you endlessly my darling,"

"I love you too Jack,"

"Don't miss me too hard okay?"

"I'll try," I blushed, "Don't miss me too hard…"

"Impossible," he cooed,

We shared another sweet kiss before he went to my balcony, and climbed down the tree. I leaned over and blew him a kiss waving sweetly, "Love you,"

"Love you too," he happily blew me a kiss back before he headed back to the hospital.

I hurried myself down the creaky wooden stairs, the sound of my giggles echoing through the empty house. Skipping down the dimly lit halls, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows brought out the widest smile on my face. As I scurried inside the dining room, the aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. There, at the end of the table, sat my father, his head resting on one hand, nursing his hangover from last night with a hearty breakfast.

"Hello, daddy!" I smiled as I ran over and gave him a hug so tight it almost knocked him off his chair, 

"Hello..." He raised an eyebrow at me a little, "You seem cheerful this morning," 

"I am cheerful," I giggled as I pulled back and went to the other end of the table but before I reached my seat Miss Hardcastle arrived so I took her hands and gave her a spin, "Good morning!" 

"...Morning Miss Everset," she said forcing me away, 

I giggled and took a seat in my chair waiting for breakfast resting my elbows on the table and kicking my feet, 

"Is she alright?" My father whispered,

Miss Hardcastle just shrugged like she didn't know, 

"You alright Y/n?" he asked very seriously, 

"I'm perfectly fine father. I'm just happy!" 

"Right," He nodded suspiciously as he ate breakfast,

Soon my own arrived so I hugged the maid and looked at my breakfast only to pout at the smaller portion than usual, but still I happily ate humming happily to myself, 

"Did she have a temperature or anything this morning?" My father whispered to Miss Hardcastle, 

"No sir." She answered, 

"Hum... she ate anything odd or new last night?"

I giggled trying to hold back my smile, well I certainly was swallowing something new last night, 

"Not that I know of sir," she answered,

"Humm..." He pondered, "Perhaps we need to send word and get the doctor to visit." 

"Yes!" I jumped up from my seat bouncing with excitement, "I need to see the doctor!"

"What do you think?" he asked Miss Hardcastle, 

"...perhaps having the doctor come visit might not be the best idea," Miss Hardcastle answered,

I tried to hide my disappointment slumping back into my chair,

"But. I think she does need a doctor, I'll take her to the hospital myself." 

"Yippie!" I giggled hitching my dress and bolting up to my room to get ready, "Let's go already!" I yelled, 

I sweetly hummed a tune as I slowly ran the brush through my long, flowing hair, carefully untangling any knots. My thoughts were filled with the upcoming visit to the hospital to see Jack. I wanted to look my best, so I chose my favourite soft, blue gown and delicately added a matching bow to my hair, creating a sweet and charming look. As I made my final adjustments, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. Miss Hardcastle entered the room, and I greeted her with a warm and friendly smile, eager to show kindness to the visitor.

"Good morning! Come to take me away?" I asked, "I must go and visit the hospital, for I am on death's door I need a doctor so desperately!" I fainted falling back dramatically onto my sofa,

"You need something," Miss Hardcastle glared, "Not sure it's a doctor,"

"Is it time to go?" I cooed,

"No…"

"No?"

"A carriage has arrived,"

"Perfect then we can go," I smiled bolting up from my sofa,

"No… it's not our carriage."

"…Then who's carriage is it?"

The two shared a look a conversation of a thousand words passing between them both within mere seconds,

"No."

"Yes."

"No…"

"Yes."

"…No…"

"Unfortunately, yes,"

"It can't be."

"It is."

"How-"

"You're father sent word,"

"About?"

"about your courtship… and I has arrived."

"Oh no…" I sighed, "May god have mercy on us all," I said,

"Shall I inform her you'll meet with her?"

"… Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

"Then yes." I sighed,

Miss Hardcastle nodded in acknowledgement and slowly exited the room, her footsteps fading away in the distance.

I couldn't contain my frustration and let out a groan before throwing myself onto my bed. I buried my head into the pillow, the lingering scent of Jack's presence providing a small comfort in the midst of my exasperation. "Curses… Aunt Lisbeth."

I stood between my father and Miss Hardcastle, rage boiling inside my held back only by my bottom lip between my teeth. I looked to the road and pondered just bolting, abandoning it all and running to Jack at the hospital. But I knew it wouldn't be any use.

The carriage pulled into the front of the house stopping with a short jolt.

All held their breath as the door opened, and there she was.

Aunt Lisbeth was a remarkable sight to behold. She stood tall with an imposing figure, broad shoulders, and a long hooked nose that exuded an air of authority. Her lips were tightly pursed, giving the impression that she was in a perpetual state of disapproval. Her elegantly placed black curls, expertly dyed to conceal any signs of greying, were artfully arranged in a large black hat with a striking white ribbon.

Her attire was equally impressive. She wore a tightly laced corset that accentuated her already slender figure, creating the illusion that one could easily encircle her waist with a single hand. Her long black gown was a work of art, adorned with intricate pearls and delicate embroidery.

Aunt Lisbeth's choice of jewellery was equally exquisite. Every piece was crafted from mother of pearl, with large and impressive pearls set in silver. In one hand, she carried a black lace parasol adorned with pearls, which she used not only for shade but also as a stylish and practical walking stick, complete with a handle made of mother of pearl. In her other hand, she held a matching fan, secured around her wrist, with each blade featuring a grip of mother of pearl.

"Lisbeth," my's father smiled trying to pull her into a hug,

But with a flick of her wrist, she drew her fan across her face between them, "Do not touch me, Eric." She said not needing to bark or even raise her tone just her firmness enough, "Save us all from your scent and save my cleaners the work."

"Of course." He nodded,

"Delight me, with why I am the last to know of my niece's engagement." she closed her fan looking down her nose at him,

"She is not engaged, she is courting."

"Which I should hope still means the same thing." she replied, "One does not court not to engage. Courting is a formality. And at the age of your daughter it is a formality you cannot afford." She said, "Nevertheless. Why?" she almost whistled the W as she said it,

"You were sent about her debutant Ball,"

"I was indeed."

"The young man made himself known then, the rest has simply been pleasantries."

"Well then, reveal her. Or is she so frightened by the king's English that spills from my lips she hides below her piano once more?"

"I am here Aunt Lisbeth," I spoke up begrudgingly bringing herself closer,

"Ahh. I forgive me, I feared he'd married a maid." She snapped, "Let me look at you." She demanded,

I moved to the centre of her view and held my hands behind my back,

Lisbeth looked me up and down several times, making sure to be slow and meticulous about how she looked at me, "Hum…" She scoffed, "You are thinner than last I visited."

"Yes, Aunt Lisbeth,"

"…It is progress I suppose." she rolled her eyes, "The face is better. As it is the hair." she said, "Come we must take tea."

Without saying another word, Lisbeth, her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed in determination, marched into the study. The room was dimly lit by the warm glow of the fire, casting dancing shadows on the walls. As she entered, the servants, dressed in their crisp uniforms, bowed and offered her every seat in the room, from the plush armchairs by the fire to the antique chairs by the window. Lisbeth, her gaze sweeping across the room, declined each one with a curt shake of her head.

Finally, she stopped in front of the first seat offered, a high-backed armchair positioned beside the crackling fire and overlooking the snow-covered garden outside. With a decisive nod, she settled into the chair, her eyes fixed on the flickering flames.

The staff, attentive and poised, approached her with a silver tray, adorned with delicate china teacups and a steaming teapot. "Would you care for some tea, madam?" the butler inquired, his voice as smooth as silk.

Lisbeth, her gaze still fixed on the fire, initially declined the offer with a polite wave of her hand. However, as the maid moved to serve the other guests, a sudden change came over her. With a sharp, commanding tone, she called out across the room, "I'll take tea. Now" The staff, accustomed to her swift changes in demeanour, quickly adjusted, pouring a steaming cup of tea and delivering it to her side. "So, Neice of mine."

"Yes, Aunt Lisbeth?" I asked doing my best not to slouch,

"This… gentlemen?"

"Yes, Aunt Lisbeth?"

"He comes with a name I assume?" she asked, "Most men do, many of them are utterly irrelevant not like they ever do much with them besides stamp it on everything they can like a puppy pissing on all it see's,"

"Yes, he has a name," I slightly blushed trying not to chuckle,

"Well? Am I to be graced with it or is it an ever-going mystery?"

"Doctor Jack Dawkins," I smiled proudly,

"Doctor?" she perked up suddenly more interested in the conversation beyond the mere plenties of it, "My, my."

"Doctor Dawkins is the surgeon at the Hospital."

"A surgeon. Now I do say that's an awful lot better than I expected." she sipped her tea, "I had fears you'd desire to run amok with a penniless panhandler, some brutish blacksmith or a horrid haberdasher boy." she explained,

"Didn't you marry a tailor?" My father spoke up,

"Do not be sharp with me Eric." She snapped back, "So? Tell me of the courtship?"

"Well, he and I first met after I had an accident in town. Bruised my hand fairly badly so my father took me to the hospital, and Doctor Dawkins treated me. We conversed socially a few times after that and we invited him to my ball. Luck we did, I ended up having a terrible bout of breathlessness and by the grace of god, he was there to aid me. He made his intentions very clear to Father and at a dinner sometime later he asked to enter our courtship." I explained, "We have followed of course all social rules and have been spending time in our courtship chaperoned by Miss Hardcastle." I smiled doing my best to hide my lies as I couldn't really admit everything else me and Jack had already done,

"Good, good." Lisbeth nodded, "He seems a proper gentleman."

I tried to hide my blush,

"it does bring me some peace for fiscal security." she said, "Tell me, how much shall you expect for the household once wed?"

"Ohh uh… Ja- Doctor Dawkins, doesn't make very much money." I admitted,

"Hum…" she scoffed, "I see. Well, I suppose it is a boundary of the industry, but once he is head surgeon of his hospital all will be well,"

"He isn't-"

"He will be. You will make him. It is a wife's duty to make her husband see reason and presume what is best for him. Regardless of his own selfish ambition." She explained, "He will make you a wife of a head surgeon or you will not make him a father of children it is a simple pact, he will do as told and see reason as all men do once deprived of the marital bliss between your legs."

I tried not to gasp,

"Y/n. I will not have my niece be penniless." She warned, "I would call off this courtship than allow you to wed some penniless surgeon doomed to fall into his bottle after each day of work."

"Yes Aunt Lisbeth," I nodded,

"Good. Now, Summon this surgeon I wish to inspect him for my niece."

"Well as it happened Y/n wasn't feeling well this morning, she and Miss Hardcastle were to take her to the hospital this afternoon." My father spoke up clearly trying to get Lisbeth away from him and the house for a while,

"Splendid. We shall go at once." Lisbeth demanded with a loud stomp of her parasol on the floor,

As I sat in the carriage, my mind raced with thoughts. I couldn’t shake the urgency of my situation. He needed a warning—no, more than a warning; he needed to be prepared for what lay ahead. The idea of her descending upon him, ready to tear him apart, sent a shiver down my spine.

If I hesitated any longer, it would be as if I were pushing him into turbulent waters, leaving him to flounder and fight his way back to safety on his own. The metaphor felt all too real, as if I might as well be tossing him into the ocean, hoping he could somehow swim to safety.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I found myself absentmindedly picking at my nail. The plush cushioning of the couch beneath me did little to ease my anxiety. It was time to gather my thoughts and muster all the courage I could find, for the weight of my decision felt monumental. I knew I had to speak up; it was now or never.

"Aunt Lisbeth?"

"Yes Y/n?"

"I was just thinking-"

"Do not share your thoughts dear." She said, "It cheapens you and bores me."

"Yes but, Well Ja- Doctor Dawkins, he may be in surgery when we arrive."

"Hum…" She scoffed, "That is true, and I do so hate waiting." she sneered, "Y/n, be a good girl and hop out the carriage we'll take a scenic ride around the town whilst you unsure his availability."

"Yes. of course Aunt Lisbeth."

"Good."

I nodded in acknowledgment, allowing a gentle smile to grace my lips as I bid her goodbye. As the carriage gradually came to a halt, I gracefully stepped out onto the cool, stone steps of the hospital, carefully smoothing out the fabric of my dress to erase any wrinkles.

Once the carriage was completely out of sight, awave of urgency washed over me. I hitched up the hem of my dress, my heart racing with anticipation, and dashed inside the hospital. The grand entrance opened up to a bustling corridor, but I was singularly focused on reaching the theatre. As I hurried down the hallway, I caught sight of a tall, slippery-looking man standing in the shadows of the operating theatre entrance,

"Women are not allowed in here madam." he snapped at me,

"Excuse me." I snapped back, "Where is Doctor Dawkins?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Just tell me. Please."

"Doctor Dawkins is busy."

"I'm well aware. But where is he busy?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Ugh- His fiance?"

His tone immediately shifted and a smirk grew across his face, "So your Y/n?"

"Jack. Is. Where?" I glared,

"Down in the morgue, but that's no place for a lovely lady. You're more than welcome to stay up here far from the stains and smells Dawkin's so like's to linger in,"

"No thank you." I snapped back before hurrying down to the morgue as fast as I could.

Luckily he was indeed in the morgue, looming over a body with his leather apron around him, hands coated in blood, working away on a body.

Even given the situation I couldn't hold back a soft smile,

Jack absentmindedly glanced up and did a double take as he saw me standing in the doorway, "Darling!" he said with a bright smile, "What are you doing here?!" He asked his tone full of excitement as he cleaned off his hands quickly,

"I am sorry, I didn't want to just drop in and-" I began as I went over, but before I could even finish what I said he wrapped his arms around my waist and softly kissed my lips, Of course, I happily kissed back trailing my hands up his arms as we shared tender kisses,

"Humm, why wouldn't I be happy to see you?" he cooed,

"I am… really sorry Jack-" I began but once again he interrupted me,

"No need to be sorry darling, it's a lovely little surprise." he smiled, "the best actually. My lovely lady coming to visit me while I'm working." He peppered my face with little kisses as he spoke, "Should I get used to this? My Darling Y/n coming to visit me at work, for some cuddles and kisses, maybe you can start bringing me a nice homecooked lunch too."

"Hey!" I laughed,

"I would not complain if you did, I am really hungry I would actually be thrilled." He chuckled,

so I slightly glared,

"And cause I'd get to see my darling wife."

"Better." I chuckled,

"So? Why is my darling here to see me then? you're not hurt are you?!"

"No. no, I'm fine Jack."

"Good, you had me worried." He smiled pulling us a little closer together, "Have you just come because you missed me?"

"well of course I missed you-"

"Hummm not half as much as I've missed you," he smirked tugging us even closer and squeezing my body against his peppering kisses down my jaw and neck,

"Jack." I complained pushing him away and keeping him at arm's length, "Focus." I told him, "We have a problem. A big problem."

"Oh?" He asked, "I can think of 'A' big problem you might be coming to urgently visit me for." He nodded, "But I promise you darling, it is not possible for you to be pregnant" He reassured taking my hands softly and giving my knuckles kisses, "Well I mean… technically it's loosely possible but it would be impossible to know yet."

"…Jack that doesn't give the calming effect you think that it does." I told him, "But no something far worse." I said as I took my hands away and helped him out of his apron and cleaned him up as much as I could,

"Whoa! Hello darling!" He smirked getting excited, "You want my clothes off so badly you only have to ask me."

"Will you stop thinking about your dick for five minutes?" I chuckled,

"…we're courting." He scoffed, "We both know I can't."

"We have a very very big problem. and I am… so so so sorry for what's going to happen." I told him,

"Y/n? What's going on?"

I sighed and took his hands tightly giving his lips a tender kiss, "It's time you meet aunt Lisbeth."

"…Who's aunt Lisbeth?"

[suckerforlovesblog]

A perfect match?

“A perfect match?” Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 3: What Now?

Summary: Y/N and Dean each talk about their impressions on the choosing ceremony.

Chapter warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, piv, no expression of consent, rape I guess, choking, knotting, claim g, ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 2.7k

~ taglist: @niiight-dreamerrrr ~

Y/N p.o.v.

Upon waking up you felt that today was different, you felt like today would be the day you have been waiting and prepared for ever since you were admitted to the care facility in Texas.

After rising and getting ready a Beta nurse came into your room, followed by an Alpha doctor who smiled down at you: “You were chosen for the ceremony today. I will only be doing one last check up to ensure you’re in perfect health and afterwards you are supposed to follow the nurses orders.” After asking a couple questions and the check up, consisting of measuring your weight and taking a look in your throat, as well as other things, the doctor declared you healthy and gave you a paper cup filled with liquid.

You looked at him with questions in your eyes but dared no to say anything and gulped it down: It tasted like peppermint. Then following the nurse to the showers she told you to wash and style your hair, as well as shave your body, she left you to do so. After following her orders, you blow dried your hair and took the silk robe that was laid out for you and then left the room. Outside were two other girls, one a little taller than you with brunette hair and long legs, the other a little plump with short hair. All of you were dressed in the same silk robe. You then followed the nurse towards the ceremony room, where each of you got their own seat. The nurse left you and your body felt very sleepy afterwards but your mind was wide awake. They probably gave you a sedative to make the whole process easier and more bearable for you.

Meanwhile Dean is driving towards the facility:

He absolutely hating what he was doing today, Sammy only encouraged him during the drive to the facility. He was an Alpha as well but since he was younger than Dean himself he didn’t have any trouble with his ruts yet. Never ever would Dean have gone to decide over a poor girls fate if he hadn’t nearly died during his last rut. The older he got the more they troubled him, as in physical pain and really high fevers. Sammy even brought him to the hospital because he didn’t know what to do. The doctor there asked if Dean had mated yet. After answering he was strongly advised to get an Omega to help him through his ruts because at 33 his body needed, it ached, after having a mate, after bonding.

“Sammy, I really don’t know about this. We can’t possibly have another person to look after. It is difficult enough already to keep us safe”, Dean said in his low rumbling voice, looking straight ahead over the road the two were driving on in his Chevy Impala. “Dean, I am quite certain you will do the girl a great favor claiming her”, his brother answered. “But why do you think so?” “Well, there are a lot of bad people out there. I think you will give your mate a good life and care for her well. Stop worrying so much and do what’s best for your health. If you guys don’t get along she can spend her time however she pleases and you two just help each other through heats and ruts. No one is talking about having pups!”, Sam tried to encouraged him. “So, you’re telling me to be happy to make a girl my rut bunny?”, Dean only growled at him even though knowing that he was right. Living with the two of you the girl would be safe and have the freedom to choose her own free time activities, as well as living the way she wants to. “Look, Dean, that’s not what I said.”, Sam answered, liking his lips and choosing the next words very carefully, “I am sure you will find a good girl and make the right choice today. You shouldn’t worry too much and let it all get to your head.”

Dean slowly nodded, knowing he was right and then pulled into the parking lot of the facility. Said facility looks like a prison from the outside, barbed wire, high fences.

The two of them got out of the car, identified the entrance and walked towards it. After checking their ID’s and the clear marked red “A” on the right the brothers were granted entrance, walking towards the reception desk. Sam cleared his throat and Dean began to state the reason for his visit. Afterwards Sam sat down in the waiting area and Dean followed the pretty blonde Beta assistant into the interview room, checking out her butt. Sitting down, he looked at the paper in front of him and raised an eyebrow. “This always happens, to make sure you’re in the right state of mind to care for your Omega and have a stable income and background to support both of you. Please fill it out Sir. Afterwards you will be seen by a doctor and then you can tell the ceremony assistant what you’re looking for in an Omega so that we can bring out the best fits for you”, the blonde said smiling brightly at him. Dean smiled back, he couldn’t resist and would habe like to take the girl to a motel room. Sorting through the papers he wrote everything down, not quite the truth though but as best as he could. The doctors interview soon followed, he was declared healthy and was then presented with the ceremony assistant. Said assistant was a Beta as well, he could smell it. Nether the less she was really good looking as well, a tall brunette. Now wondering if being good looking was a requirement to work her, she bombarded him with questions. She wanted to know if his Omega should be tall, skinny, athletic, how old she should be and if she was supposed to have any special skills…. Dean answered all her questions and was then told to get back to the waiting room, whilst choosing the girls he decided on. “I really hope you do like the selection, Sir, if you don’t we can then see what went wrong and select once again until you’re please with our offer.”, she said smiling and went towards the waiting room with you where you sat back down next to Sam. “That were a lot of questions and big decisions for the short time”, Dean mumbled to himself and then looked at Sam who was reading a newspaper.

Y/N p.o.v

You drifted off to sleep, waking up when the door opened. Your body was still so tired but you were extremely excited and mortified of what was to come. Trying to move you felt that but your hands were bound to the seat you were sitting in and now your eyes were covered a mask as well.

From what it sounded like at least two people entered the room. The first scent was familiar but the second was incredible, it made you feel hot and your skin tingle. You took another breath, taking it all in not quite able to say what it smelled like other than comfort. The people moved and the scent came ever closer to you, it seemed like you weren’t the first in line. Now the scent was directly in front of you. It hit you like a truck! The man smelled of expensive cologne, musky, but also like a fresh ocean breeze with a scent of amber. He also smelled like whiskey. An extreme heat and comfort overcame you. Never having felt this save, this men made you calm and stopped your anxiety. You could feel him coming closer, his mouth close to your eye, taking a deep breath in - inhaling you and then whispering in you ear: “You don’t need to worry anymore, darling. I will take you out of this place.” His voice was only a low rumble but it unleashed a fire in you and after he withdrew his face from yours all you could smell was him.

“I want her.”, he said, his voice a melody in your brain, making your insides tumble. You could afterwards feel that he left the room because the warmth and his smell got less intense but he left an extreme impression on you.

Someone unclasped your wrists from the seat and helped you up. Outside the nurse said: “You are one lucky girl! The Alpha choose you and he is extremely handsome. He will go down to the office to get all of the paperwork done, sign the license and will come for you afterwards. He has to at least claim you right here so you can’t be returned.” She then brought you into the next room, sitting you down on a bed and tying you to the bed post. “Best of luck Y/N, I really hope he is good to you. He seemed like a kind and charming men”, she said before leaving. Still wearing the mask you thought about the nurses words whilst eagerly waiting for your Alpha.

You couldn’t exactly tell how long you waited but after a while the door opened again and the warm feeling came over you again. Both of you took a deep breath at the same time. He chuckled, afterwards saying: “Hey little one. I take no pleasure in what’s going to happen next but they won’t let us go unless I made you mine.” You felt the bed dip under his weight and he pulled you in his lap, taking of the eye mask that prohibited your sight. After blinking a couple of times your eyes got used to the light and you looked around you. Straight across was the door, next to it on the wall hung lots of different sex toys. The sight of it mad you self conscious, freaking you out. His big hands slightly patted your back and you looked down, sitting on his clothed lap on a nice big bed, your hands still tied to the bed post. He cleared his throat and you shifted on him, leaving him groaning which made you turn and you took in his facial features for the first time. Him taking in yours in the same way.

The nurse was right, he was extremely handsome: Strong features with high cheekbones. His face was dusted with freckles and he had nice full lips, his face was covered with a light beard. His dirty blond hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top of his head. Then you found the courage to look into his eyes for the first time: They were green. Greener than anything you had ever seen and most beautiful as well. You didn’t even see the small wrinkles around his eyes, uncovering his age. He then smiled a wicked grin, as if he was pleased with what he was seeing. “I will take the ropes of your wrists now. I just thought you would freak out on me if I took them off first thing.”, he said, while freeing your wrists, “I’m Dean by the way.” You did not quite feel confident enough to look into his eyes, saying: “My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” He then lifted up your head and crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, enjoying the way his lips felt on yours. He immediately took control, his one hand pulling you closer at the small of your back, the other on your right cheek. You leaned closer to him, one arm around his neck, the other hand finding it’s way into his hair. You then started pulling at it and he groaned into your mouth. The kiss heated up and he took off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and his strong arms. You right hand left his hair and how traced the muscles on his chest lightly. He seemed to really enjoy what you were doing and then flipped you over, him now on top of you. The robe you were wearing slid upwards through the sudden movement and he put his knee between your legs. His kisses turned sloppy and left your mouth to kiss towards your neck. You let out a small moan when he reached the crook of your neck and he slightly bit at the spot, breathing in your scent and liking over your scent gland. “I will take this off of you now, sweetheart. If there is anything you don’t like me doing please stop me. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will”, he says into your ear with a low voice. He moves a little away from your face with his, looking you deep in the eye, revealing his darkened features, hungry for your touch. You were so mesmerized with his face that you didn’t even notice him taking off his jeans and underwear. He then untied the rope, brushing his calloused big hands over every inch of your body. Dean groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. He touched your breasts and made your nipples stiffen, whilst kissing you with everything he had. His touch soon trailed downwards to your belly. You stiffened at his touch and he just growled “Omega” against your lips. The Omega in you instantly submitted and you opened your legs immediately and his hands traveled lower, caressing your inner thighs. He came closer to your center with every touch. At last he made contact with your dripping pussy, you just now discovered how wet, ready and desperate you were for him. He lined himself up with your entrance. “It will hurt at first but then turn into pleasure, I promised”, he said whilst pushing himself completely into you. You gasped for air and he withdrew very quickly, snapping his hips forward one more time and breaking your maidenhead, making you his in every way. He then held still for a couple seconds for you to adjust to his massive length, only know feeling how well equipped he was and how well he filled you up. Dean began to move once again and your gasps turned into small moans that seemed to turn him on even more. His hand came between you and he touched your little pearl in the most satisfying way possible. You felt an unfamiliar warmth build up in you and Dean encouraged you, whilst pressing butterfly kisses, all over your neck to relax and see what happens. You follow his order and experience your first orgasm. He helps you through your hip and his thrusts soon became sloppy because of your clenching walls around his penis.

Suddenly he pulls out and growls: “Present Omega!” You immediately get on all fours, your ass up towards him, your face close to the pillows. He then enters you from behind, moaning at the contact made, seemingly enjoying himself. You could feel his tip get bigger, assuming he was ready to knot you. His hand creeps up to your throat and he squeezes it whilst hammering into you at a fast pace. His hand around your lower belly he pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest whilst fucking you relentlessly. Deans lips come to your neck and ever closer to your scent gland once again. But instead of putting butterfly kisses to it, he bites down this time, hard. You scream in pain and whilst still biting and sucking at your neck he spilled his knot in you, pushing you full of his fluids. The pain vanished as quickly as it arouse and now you’re a moaning mess under his touch once again, whilst he licks over your neck again and again.

The both of you collapse on the bed and he pulls you as close as possible, his knot still inside you. “Your mine now Omega”, he whispers into your ear, brushing a hair bending it: “I will take good care of you sweetheart.” You then passed out in his big, strong arms.

Dean then slowly pulls out of you and cleans you up without you noticing. He dresses himself, wrapping you in his big leather jacket and picking you up as if you weigh nothing to carry you towards the waiting room. Sam gets up, as soon as he sees the both of you and offers to drive home so that Dean could sit in the backseat with you, your head on his lap, breathing in his scent, sleeping soundly…

[eggcompany]

Will was always a fighter

Will had his first heat when he was six. He didn't share a heat until he was nineteen. He didn't get a real knot until he was twenty. And all along the way he was kicking and screaming and Hannibal, his daddy through adoption, was there kissing his forehead and trying his best.

Features, sad backstory, Adam/Will, Duncan/Hannibal, Nigel Hannibal (implied), and Will/Duncan.

“Hi, I need my daddy” said the little boy as he tried to peek over the tall desk of the nurses station. 

“Hm? What did… Hi sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Are you lost?” Said the nurse as she quickly rounded the desk to kneel down next to the small boy who was pushing up his thick framed glasses, paper held tightly to his chest. 

“I need to see my daddy. He said he’s here today. ‘M Willy Lecter.” Said the little boy, Willy. His daddy said he was gonna be doing surgery today and that meant he was on one of the top floors. 

“Oh! My goodness you’ve grown so much! I’ll make sure Dr. Lecter knows you’re here. Are you okay? Do you need help?” The nurse said as she calmed down. Dr. Lecter had been chatting with the nurses earlier in the day. She’d only seen Will when Hannibal had brought him from the pediatric unit before he could even walk. 

“My teacher gave me this paper and said I need to be with my daddy. Mr. Garret drove me here.” Will said and pushed his heavy glasses back up his nose and looked around, looking at faces trying to see if anyone was his daddy. 

“Alrighty Will, why don’t you come sit over here, yeah you can hang out with us for a while until your dad’s done. Can I see that paper so I know what to tell Daddy?” The nurse asked and ushered the boy to sit down in one of the few empty chairs as she dragged it over to sit beside her own, the little boy holding onto one arm tightly. 

“Um… I don’t think so. I think it’s just for daddy.” Willy said as he kept the paper held tightly against his chest. 

“That’s alright, we can just say that as soon as he can, to have Dr. Lecter come see you.” The nurse said and waited for confirmation from the little boy who had caught the attention of a few other nurses, and a secretary. 

“Okay” Willy said and swung his feet as an older lady came over to bend down next to him. 

“Put your stuff right there and why don’t we get you a juice box and some cookies, you like cookies Willy?” The first nurse asked as the other handed Willy a lollipod and took his backpack and set it behind him out of the way. 

“Yes ma’am! I like ones with candy in them!” Willy said with a big bright smile.

-0-0-0-0-

“Loraine? Loraine, where’s Will? Is he…” Hannibal said as he searched the nurses station looking for the nurse who had said his son was there. 

“Sh!” Came from a few of the older women working as he came closer to where the little boy was curled up sleeping under his bear print blanket in the lap of his dear friend and nurse. 

Hannibal let out a sigh of relief and looked at his boy, sleepy and a bit too pink in the face. Probably got another fever. Will was a fever baby, often caused by stress or simple nightmares or even just him being overly excited for a long time. Maybe they got to read a book about dogs during story hour. 

“We gave him some juice and a pack of cookies and he needed a nap. He’s got a paper for you.” Loraine explained quietly as Hannibal leaned down to gently run his fingers through Will's slightly damp hair, it was soft and fluffy. He always liked to keep Will’s beautiful curls healthy and clean. 

“Hannibal, he’s barely six and he smells like heat. Now I know it’s over stepping but I emailed to see if Adaleia Hospital is taking emergency peds. They are and they have several rooms available.” The nurse, Lorraine, whispered lowly to the doctor. The little boy had been fidgeting, wiggling, unable to even begin to comprehend what the word heat even implied. He’d smelled like warm laundry and baby powder, like a fresh baby, like a scent that either came from a fresh baby or an omega begging for one. 

“Thank you Loraine. I’d rather keep him in house though. I’ll call Alana and see if she’s in.” Hannibal said shortly, Lorraine had a habit of meddling but it was always in a caring way. He gave the nurse a courteous smile and looked back down at his son. 

“Willy?” Hannibal said and knelt down on one knee and gently let his fingers rub across Will’s damp forehead, around his closed eyes, and to rest on his flushed plump little cheek. 

“Daddy?” The little boy said in a slurry sleepy voice, he blinked a bit and then sniffled, tears welling in his eyes already. 

“Hello darling, how do you feel?” Hannibal asked as Will reached out and pulled himself into his daddy’s welcoming arms. 

“My insides are itchy and I wanna bottle” Will whimpered and tears started to slide down his cheeks, breaking Hannibal’s heart. He cradled the boy, Will was still small enough to cradle, Hannibal convinced himself Will would always be this tiny. 

“I know my sweet, I know. We need to go to see Doctor Bloom, you remember Doctor Bloom?” Hannibal asked and rubbed Will’s back comfortingly as the little boy let out sad little sniffles and hiccups. 

“Mhm, my tummy hurts daddy and my teacher gave this to me to give to you.” Will sniffled out and pushed the paper into Hannibal’s hands. 

‘ Notice of Alarming Behavior’ 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Willy. Daddy’s right here. Daddy loves you, remember? Daddy loves you so much.” Hannibal whispered as he crumpled and tossed the paper in the trash and carried Will with him through the doors to the pediatric wing. 

-0-0-0-0-

“Alright,I’ll get you set in a room. They’re usually empty, thank god, so they’re nice and sterile and quiet. You know what to do Hannibal, skin contact, I’ll get some loaner bottles and medicated lactaid, he really shouldn’t have dairy, it messes with slick production in peds, and the cupboards are free range. You’ll need to nest him, don’t bother bathing yet, we need to run a lot of tests on him… Yeah I’ll get him something for the nerves.” Alana explained as she walked the doctor who was pulling his scrub cap off his head, hair in a tousled mess. He listened intently but couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten. 

Hannibal was never supposed to have a pup. Not after being so neglected by his own parents, he wasn’t made for it, he’d told himself. Not after Mischa, his failure to protect her. He was a beta, bound to marry and have a surrogate child. 

But… oh when he saw little Will being rushed into the emergency hospital they’d set up in Louisiana, after he’d been pulled from the wreckage of his washed away home, after the largest flood the state had ever seen. Hannibal had come down in part of the emergency response. He’d been doing rushed surgeries, pulling railroad spikes and spires of wood from people, sewing people up, and taking care of severe bone breaks. 

It was getting slow. It had been days since the flood water receded, people were still being pulled from the more rural houses, houses that were more mud than space. He was sitting with a few children, those whose parents were getting patched up and being given information on temporary housing. 

The doors had burst open. 

Will was only a baby then. Barely a year old. Sixteen pounds, three ounces. Alive but not crying. He looked like he was sleeping. Hair all matted, nails long and jagged, and he had terrible bruising all over him, new and old. 

William Henry Graham wasn’t leaving that hospital with anyone other than Hannibal. They had pulled his father from wreckage a day prior but when they’d learned there was supposedly a child whose mother had died during birth they’d gone back. In an old bassinet made from metal, under an ironing board, laid a perfect little baby boy coated in mud, wearing only a toddler’s t-shirt and a pinned diaper. 

Hannibal had fallen in love with him from the moment he set eyes on the baby. He was just a cute little thing. Hannibal was the only beta in the team, so he was put on baby duty over the orphan. 

Now Willy had been living with him for five years, life full of snuggles and kisses and healthy eating and going to kindergarten and begging his daddy for a puppy dog. 

Now it was all falling apart, at least that’s how it felt to Hannibal as he held his unsettled, angry, uncomfortable son against his chest, rubbing his sweaty back in an attempt to calm him. 

--

“Will they’re just gonna ask you some questions, you don’t have to move.” Hannibal tried to explain as the little boy wiggled and kicked in his arms, Will was always a fighter. 

“Daddy, stupid shirt!” Will yelled out and pulled at Hannibal’s undershirt and tugging angrily at the offensive white fabric. 

“Of course little one, I know. I know my sprout.” Hannibal said and pulled the boy back to sit up on his own, giving just enough room for Hannibal to pull the cotton white t-shirt off and set to the side of the sloppy nest. Hannibal was never very good at nesting, never came to him naturally. 

Will made a happy little noise, he trilled mostly. He didn’t laugh, he very very rarely laughed, but he made happy little shaky lovey noises. The little boy wiggled closer and snuggled into his daddy’s comforting warmth. 

Will was naked down to just his dinosaur print pull up and his little blue socks with trucks on them, so the skin to skin felt like balm to him, calming, he quit kicking and flailing and laid still. 

Will just smiled and nuzzled into Hannibal’s bare smooth chest. The man had fallen into a habit of shaving before a big stressful surgery. Face, armpits, arms, chest, face, all smooth. Something oddly calming about feeling so clean . 

“Are you going to be good and answer some questions?” Hannibal asked when he felt his boy calm all the way down. 

“Mhm, I’ll be good, daddy.” Will answered and looked over at the few nurses and nursing students, all holding clipboards and notepads. 

“William, does your back hurt?” The nurse asked and the questioning began….

-0-0-0-0-

School was just not in William Henry Graham- Lecter’s cards. After being discharged from the hospital and being documented for future studies, he returned home with a strict schedule. Hormone injections in the morning, pills with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and of course he’d need to be supervised at night for the first two months. 

Work was no longer in Hannibal Lecter’s cards. He took a leave of absence for a year…which turned into an indefinite leave… which turned into a retirement after not returning for more than a consultation for seven years. 

They lived happily though. Hannibal hated the idea of Will becoming a lonely hermit. Four different tutors, often trips to the dog park once he’d gotten Will a small beagle, trips to the public library much to Hannibal’s dismay, and of course wherever Hannibal went Will was reading a mystery book or daydreaming nearby.

Will was a good kid. He liked climbing trees and playing in the mud and coloring and sitting on the floor playing with his little beagle, Beskytte. He liked to read books and do puzzles and he liked to chew on bottle nibs and had a terrible habit of chewing on anything and everything no matter what. 

Hannibal loved his son more than anything else in the world. No matter how many specialists they fly out to or how many times Will screams and hits and says he hates Hannibal and wishes they were both dead. He loves Will so much, and each day he watches Will grow more and more into a bright and helpful young man. 

Hannibal only ever wants the very tip top best for Will too, he wants to buy him designer clothes and the best of technology and toys. 

However, Willy Lecter is a simple boy. He likes flannel button ups and jeans and little velcro sneakers, he likes coloring books and puzzle books and gameboys and pokemon cards, and he likes lego bricks and little crafts. So that’s the way they lived. Happy quiet life together. 

Well mostly quiet. 

-0-0-0-

“Daddy? What’s that? Looks friggin weird.” Will asked as he made his way into the nest room. He was hunched over a bit and rubbing at his cramping stomach. This heat was a little different than usual, more crampy and he was having horrible migraines. 

Sitting on his rolling stool beside the bed Hannibal was hitting buttons on a small laptop looking thing with a tri-ended wand on the end. 

“It’s an ultrasound machine. It’s a pediatric design, but it’ll work well into your adulthood too. I bought the sweet smelling jelly too. I know you liked that stuff.” Hannibal explained as Will climbed onto the bed to lay down, the nest had been widened a bit so it wasn’t as snug around him. The twelve year old boy looked over at the screen, it looked like the screen at the doctor’s office, and smiled. 

“Oh! Awesome. No more cold tables and stirrups and stuff then?” Will asked and felt himself calming down. Ever since he started slicking a few months ago they started to make Will go to the ‘big kid’ doctor as Hannibal liked to say. Stirrups, having to strip down and spread himself for doctors, cold tables, all sorts of terribly scary things. Will hated it, and Hannibal hated seeing Will so, so, distressed. 

“No my dear, I had to change one of your outlets though so unfortunately you have to move your gameboy changer.” Hannibal said with a smile as he pulled on his black nitrile gloves, Hannibal didn’t much like latex. Will pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and pushed his little brown tie shorts down a bit to expose his lower belly. 

“That’s alright daddy, I’ll charge it in the library.” Will said and snuggled into the bed, it was warm, Hannibal must’ve turned on the heating pad. 

“Good, now then. It’s gonna be cold.” Hannibal warned as he brought up the bottle of sweetly scented jelly. 

-0-0-0-

“Fuckers! Ow! Daddy what the- why did you do that?” Will asked as he drew his knees back up from where he had kicked them out, hitting Hannibal in the chest, causing the man to slide back a bit on the rolling chair. 

He pulled his feet to cover where Hannibal had just pressed a finger into his body. He’d been touched like many times before, fingers, ultrasounds, speculums, sensors, all sorts. But he didn’t expect… he didn’t see it coming. Hannibal usually used other tools. He’s never so… hands on . It was a shock. 

He immediately started trying to apologize, leaning up to make sure his daddy was okay. 

“I’m sorry daddy! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to kick you!” Will said and laid back down as Hannibal shushed him calmingly and shook his hands in a ‘ never mind’ way. 

“Will, that did not hurt me and it did not hurt you. Yes it was cold and yes my fingers are a bit larger than Dr Blooms but you know we do not curse like that in this house.” Hannibal said and wagged his finger in the air. Will was becoming a bit of a potty mouth and he was not having it. Cursing was such an ugly way to communicate. And Hannibal found the cursing far more concerning than being kicked. Though he did note that Will had kicked quite strongly… Good, strong boy.

Will groaned and let his legs spread and Hannibal waited a moment and replaced his finger again, just one all the way to the knuckle. 

“Hng, daddy I’m sorry but… can’t you use the wand thing? Why your fingers? I don’t like that.” Will complained as he felt the large finger twist inside him, touching his itchy places and making him feel like arching and whining… but he couldn’t do that in front of his dad. That's friggin 'weird even if he is a doctor. 

“Because dear the wand cannot feel what my fingers can now, what do you need for us to keep going?” Hannibal asked patiently. He hated to rush Will, especially in heats. 

Will made a face and looked away, off to the side where a little stuffed dog sat on the edge of the nest. 

“Just… don’t look at me.” Will mumbled and grabbed the toy and held it to cover his face, the soft expensive plush feeling extra amazing against his bare chest and neck. 

“Of course dear” Hannibal said dotingly as he got back to trying to find what the node he saw on the ultrasound was…

-0-0-0-0-

“Daddy?” Fell from the young man’s lips as he floated from room to room in search of his daddy, his protector, his everything. 

“Papa? Daddy, where are you?” Will asked again not knowing it was no louder than a light speaking voice. His heat riddled brain aws feeling all scrambled. He’d been unable to take his heat closer on account he had slick nodes, which only got worse with closer but would sort themselves out through heat. 

“Will? I’m in here, pup. Finishing some paperwork.” Hannibal said as he heard Will wondering room to room. Will always stomped a bit when he was in heat, uncaring how loud he walked. 

Will walked into the doorway, eyes round and sparkling and blown black, his chest was bare and blushing, nipples pointed, his light blue boxers darkened from slick and his cock hard pushing the fabric forward. Looking like the sweetest little omega on the face of the earth. It broke Hannibal’s heart, Will’s just a baby. 

“Daddy?” Will cocked his head and stood there. His brain felt a bit more like cotton candy, fluffy and light and confused. 

“Oh, poor puppy. Is your heat making you feel a bit light?” Hannibal said in a thickly pitying way and rolled his chair back and opened his arms. Will was a snuggly thing during his heats, always wanting to be held close. Well actually Will was always a snuggly thing. 

Will walked forward, his scent sweet and rich. Something that made Hannibal’s heart feel full. The scent like pecan praline coffee cake, sweet and warm a bit like chopped green wood. 

“Daddy, I feel so empty. I want more, give me more papa.” Will said in a low tone, voice cracking, and instead of his usual sitting sideways on Hannibal’s lap, he crawled up into Hannibal’s chair to straddle him. 

Will shoved his face into the older man’s neck, rubbing his crotch against Hannibal’s waist. Will sniffed and Hannibal could feel his quivering lip against his neck. 

Hannibal hugged him and rubbed his back. Feeling his boys little sniffly breaths and rubbing up and down on his heated skin. 

“I know puppy. You’re getting to be such a big boy.” Hannibal whispered and Will whimpered and shoved his crotch harder against Hannibal’s hips. Hannibal rubbed his back and kissed his sweat damp forehead. 

“Please daddy, please, please” Will begged and pulled his head back to look into Hannibal’s calm eyes. 

Will had tears rolling down his cheeks and his bottom lip was shaking where it was poked out. Always with the pout and puppy eyes. 

“Sh sh sh, here move like this. Let me finish this last paper and then we can get you set up on a big boy helper okay?” Hannibal explained and moved Will's legs so he straddles only one thigh and could rut much better and get enough stimuli. Hannibal knew you weren’t supposed to encourage rutting in omegas but Will was always an exception. 

Will hadn’t ever used anything other than a small rubbing matt, a silicone pad that had ridges and bumps to rub his hole against. Hannibal hated the idea of… Will being penetrated. Being used like some sex object. But he was old enough, and he was big enough, and he asked. 

“Okay, okay, I’m okay, I’m all itchy daddy, so itchy for it.” Will whimpered and shoved his face into Hannibal’s neck and grabbed onto the dress shirt's chest. He started an unsteady nearly frantic pace of pressing his butt against Hannibal’s thigh and thrusting his cock forward into his hip. 

“Good, try and find a good spot. Easy, back and forth, easy.” Hannibal guided him and placed a hand on his lower back to start a steady pace of back and forth. More of a rub than a rut. 

Will was whimpering and huffing, hands squeezing at Hannibal’s shirt and thighs trembling around Hannibal’s thigh. 

Once Hannibal had sighed the bottom of the papers he leaned back and rubbed both hands up and down Will’s tense back. 

“My big strong boy, my precious little pup, Will how are you doing?” Hannibal asked quietly. Will hiccuped and sobbed and shook his head, hands coming up to rub at his face. 

“Terrible! I want I want- I’m leaky” Will said, the last word laced in shame. 

“I know my sweet. We’re gonna have to move somewhere so you can use your helper. Where do you wanna go?” Hannibal asked and pulled the sobbing boy into a hug. 

“Bathroom” Will said quietly and wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck and squeezed his knees together, crushing Hannibal’s thigh between them. Hannibal gave him one more big squeeze and pushed Will to sit up on his own. 

“Okay darling, I need you to go get some pillows and blankets and put them in the bathroom while I get you your big boy helper alright? Do this for papa.” Hannibal ordered and Will sniffed and nodded. 

“Okay daddy, I’ll… I’ll be waiting, okay? Am I okay?” Will asked and stood up, standing in front of Hannibal. His underwear was drenched, his body was feverishly hot, his face was a mess, and his body so little and plump still. Poor baby, sickeningly wrong. 

“You’re going to be perfectly alright, my dear sweet Will. Daddy’s gonna make sure of it. Now, run along. I'll be in shortly.” Hannibal directed and watched Will stumble a bit before hurriedly heading down the hall to his bathroom to nest in the tub. 

-0-0-0-0-

Will was getting so pretty. Not very tall but tall enough. His hair was getting longer, curls wild and unkept. He never liked brushing his hair anyway. 

His eyes grew better, still needing assistance of glasses, but he no longer needed quite a strong prescription. 

He liked being outside still and he liked climbing in the trees behind the house. His muscles filled out and grew strong. 

Will was going to be fifteen come June, and he was growing to be a smart and mature young man. Braces pulling his teeth and lessons in shaving and personal hygiene being followed to the T. 

Will Graham was going to go to public school. 

-0-

“Daddy I’m so excited! I’m gonna join the scholar bowl team and I’m gonna get to meet so many people. Do you think I’ll make friends? You’re my best friend but do you think I’ll have other friends?” Will asked excitedly as he wiggled around the passenger seat of the Bentley. They were going “school shopping like normal people” as Will had put it. Hannibal hated going to big chain stores. But whatever Will wanted he got. 

“I’m sure you will. You’re a very nice young man. Just try and do your best and if you get too overwhelmed just call me or go to the nurse and take your medicine.” Hannibal reminded him. He’d never been so stressed out in his life. 

Finding a school, getting told no, finding another school, being told no, being persuaded to let Will go to not even the best public school in the area, background checks on teachers, school website, facebook page, PTA backgrounds, offered extracurriculars, tours, enrollment, councilor meetings, nurse meetings, more paperwork, more tours, schedules, more paperwork, meeting the teachers, schedule changes, meet the teachers, more paperwork, and now shopping with a copy of the dress code…

Hannibal was on the brink of falling back into his… childish primal hobbies. He’d given up hunting long pig after gaining Will into his life. Mostly because he had no time but also because Will was so perfect and fragile, a touch of something so filthy as the pigs being hunted, even cooked into something beautiful, it would never come near Will. 

“Okay, I wanna go by myself. If I need help I’ll come back to get you or call you.” Will said as he made sure he had his cell, his list, and checked himself in the mirror. 

“Are you sure, Will?” Hannibal asked as he looked around at all the other people walking to and from the department store. Poor Will didn’t usually do well in large crowded areas and he was terrible at making decisions what if got overwhelmed with the selection or got confused where to go or what if he tripped and got hurt-

“Yes daddy, thank you, I love you” Will said and took the heavy metal black card from Hannibal’s fingers as he laid a kiss on Hannibal’s cheek. Hannibal swallowed and put on a calm smile and waved his hand as Will hopped out of the car and practically skipped to the doors. 

“Be safe my lamb” Hannibal said and laid his head on the steering wheel. Babies were so much easier…

-0-0-0-0-

“Oh hey, don’t get that one. You can’t wash it, it like totally falls apart.” Said a girl's voice behind Will who whipped around, blue backpack still in his hands. 

She was taller than him, black hair pulled into a messy bun on her head, wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans, a maroon and white striped polo shirt, a million different bracelets, black platform boots, and had black makeup smeared around her eyes. ‘ Super cool’ Will thought. 

“Oh uh, okay. I’ve never gotten a backpack before, I don't really know what I’m doing.” Will said and gave her a nervous smile, looking back at the wall of all different backpacks. He saw a blue one and had just picked it, assuming all backpacks were the same. 

“How have you never gotten a backpack? Where are you enrolled?” The girl asked, crossing her arms and looking at Will in a scrutinizing way. 

“Oh I’ve been homeschooled since kindergarten. I’m gonna go to Patterson, I’m a freshman this year.” Will explained and kept his eyes away from the girl’s. Eyes always made him feel… uneasy. Especially with strangers even if it was a cool girl his age. 

“Oh no way! Me too! I’ve been going to Patterson for my whole life. I’m Beverly.” The girl said excitedly and stuck out her hand, smile plastered to her face. 

“Oh nice to meet you in Will… Graham. Will Graham.” Will said, using his birth name was becoming a new thing. Will Lecter was a kid, Will Graham is a man. At least what he tells himself. Plus daddy already said they hyphenated his name so he could use either last name. 

“Well nice to meet you too Will, now put that down, come get one of these, I had one for like eight years and I had to get rid of it because it got burnt.” Beverly said and walked over to where the heavy canvas rucksacks were hanging between the school bags and hunting bags. 

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“Will? What do you… Hello” Hannibal said as he spotted his son amidst all the racks of shoes. He stopped short when he noticed Will was standing next to a girl sitting on a bench chewing gum. A bad habit he noted. 

“Hey daddy look this is my new friend Bev and she said I need sneakers for PE, like I need gym clothes and stuff.” Will said excitedly and motioned toward the racks of Reebok sneakers in front of them. The girl waved and smiled, polite at least. 

“Nice to meet you Miss Bev, I’m Will's guardian, Doctor Lecter. Will get whatever you need or think you need. You know the max on that card.” Hannibal said and felt his skin crawl as he glanced around the store. Too bright, too… cheap. Polyester everywhere, so much harsh lighting, it was giving him a headache. 

“Woah, doctor, fancy. Yeah like Will needs all sorts of stuff. Did they not give you your class lists?” Beverly said and stood up after putting the shoes she tried on back in the box and into the cart that they’d been piling both their things into. Hannibal watched but really… Will found himself a friend, it would be fine to buy her supplies. 

“Yeah actually it’s uh… daddy where’s that paper? I think I- oh found it!” Will said and showed Bev the wrinkled paper from his back pocket. They stood close to each other, shoulders touching, and Bev ran her finger over the page. 

“Yeah so you need like shorts and sneakers and usually like tank tops or t-shirts for that, and maybe a duffel bag if you don’t want your bag to smell like sweat, and then you need like a black polo shirt and slacks for scholar bowl and you’re gonna need a hoodie, like seriously for Mrs Willcox, her room is like negative nine degrees.” Beverly explained and skimmed her finger over the paper at the different classes. WIll nodded along and smiled when Beverly mentioned hoodies. 

“I love hoodies! I just got a Mario one” Will said excitedly, bouncing on his feet. 

“Oh no way you play Mario! What do you play on?” Beverly asked, matching Will’s excitement. 

“Oh I have a gameboy and an NES…. Daddy got me the NES for my birthday and it’s like… so awesome.” Will said and looked over at Hannibal who was smiling, overwhelmed with pride and joy for his… well his pride and joy. 

“No way! I have a Pokémon gameboy! I-” Beverly said but Will cut her off with a happy little gasp. 

“I love Pokémon!” Will said and off they went on a tangent of yappering together about things Hannibal had no idea about. 

“Ahem, Will? Are you fine to continue shopping? I think I’d like to wait in the car?” Hannibal interrupted their conversation. 

“Oh yeah! Yes, me and Bev are gonna keep shopping! See you in a minute daddy, thank you!” Will said happily and hopped up to kiss Hannibal’s cheek. Bev laughed and waved Will back over as she began pushing the cart again. 

What a wonderful young lady. 

-0-0-0-0-

“I’m very proud of you Will. You’ve already made a friend and you’ve signed up for an extracurricular. I just wanted you to know I am very very proud.” Hannibal said as they walked into the house, Will holding his backpack and the bags of clothes while Hannibal carried in every other bag full of supplies and such. 

“Thanks daddy, I’m so excited. Do you think I can show you some of the stuff I got today?” Will asked as he twirled back and forth, letting the bags hit his legs. He was smiling, a big happy smile. It warmed Hannibal’s own soul, seeing his sweet baby boy so happy. 

“Oh a fashion show just for me? What a treat!” Hannibal said and explained he’d sit by the fireplace and Will could change in the bathroom.

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Will came out in the first outfit. Black Chuck Taylor’s, dark blue jeans, brown leather belt, and a dark green flannel tucked in. 

He was smiling widely and did a small spin. 

“What do you think? I really like this belt, it’s nice.” Will said and ran his fingers along the edge of the leather. It had a somewhat larger buckle. Surely Hannibal could get him something bett- That’s no way to think. This is what Will wanted and what he chose. 

“Absolutely dashing, Will. Very handsome. How are the shoes? Not too tight?” Hannibal asked and Will giggled and pulled his hands together in front of him. He rolled back and forth on his feet. 

“No, they're great! I got two other of these shirts and I got a lighter pair of these and a black pair because Bev said everyone wears jeans. I like them a lot!” Will explained, he’d always either worn slacks or little cargo pants. Jeans suited him well, rugged and strong. 

“That’s wonderful dear, they look nice on you.” Hannibal complimented and Will did another spin and let out a happy sound. 

“Okay now gym clothes hold on.” Will said and scurried back into the bathroom to change. 

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Will was wearing something that could barely be called shorts. They were more revealing than his underwear. Short, skin tight, little black shorts that looked to be about as thin as wet paper. He also had on a baggy grey tank top that showed his collarbones, toned arms, and a sliver of slightly haired belly above his waistband. He also had on ankle length white socks and a pair of blue and white sneakers. 

Will was blushed pink and grinning with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I got a few of these shorts and um these came in a pack of three and I got two packs. Beverly said the PE classes are split by designation so we won’t have the same one but she said there’s another boy in mine who also likes Pokémon and video games and stuff. She said most of the ‘mega boys wear shorts but I also got some pants.” Will finished and looked down at himself. 

He loves it, especially the shoes. Bev had laughed at him when she’d returned and he was wearing a pair she’d picked for herself. Reebok Princess, blue and white, and fit perfectly . And the shorts are great and soft and comfy and the shirts were breathable and comfortable. He feels like a dressed up doll, something so pretty and nice. 

“Very handsome Will. I’m sure you’ll meet plenty of people who’ll like the same things as you.” Hannibal said and Will smiled big and open, braces catching the light, green bands on display. Hannibal almost let himself laugh. Will was always a little odd but goodness he was so good. So beautiful and perfect and funny and smart and was blooming into such a wonderful young man. 

“Thanks daddy, I’m so nervous and excited. Oh and and! Look at these shirts me and Bev found!” Will said and ran back to his room and pulled off his tank top, bent down and picked up a tshirt. While he was bent down his round bum was on display, Hannibal would have to remind him those shorts were meant for physical education only . 

He pulled the shirt quickly over his head and ran back out to Hannibal, holding the bottom of the tshirt to show the colorful image screen printed on it. 

“We found a bunch of Pokémon shirts! I got this one and like three others. I even found one with bulbasaur! Bulbasaur is my favorite it’s the one with-“ 

“The flower on its back, I remember. That looks quite comfortable.” Hannibal said as he looked over the soft looking cotton shirt, it was short but would cover Will’s belly still if lifted his arms. 

“Yeha and people who also like Pokémon are gonna know I like Pokémon and Bev is gonna wear her Super Mario shirt on the first day so we can like match.” Will explained in an excited way, voice cracking a bit. His voice cracked a lot these days. 

“That’s great. Are you planning on bringing your cards? Do you think we should reorganize them?” Hannibal asked about Will’s Pokémon card binder, each organized every so often. He moved to stand but Will put his hands out.

“No hold on- um… me and Bev also went down to the end of the strip mall…. She took me into one of the more um grown up stores…” Will said and turned as red as a cherry. 

“Yes Will?” Hannibal said as he sat back into the chair. If Will had by himself looked into some form of mating ritualism then Hannibal would support him. Will had a very… besmirched idea of mating and sexuality. Perhaps it was a collar or some form of heat assistant. 

“I don’t wanna show you what I got but also I want you to see.” Will explained and looked down at his shoes. He wanted a beta or alpha opinion, he wanted to know what daddy thought because daddy was of mating age and had very good taste in… well everything. 

“What kind of outfit is it, Will?” Hannibal asked as Will had mentally drifted a bit. 

“An omega outfit. A proper… a proper omega outfit. Stereotypical proper outfit. Something… it made me feel really special when I saw it.” Will said, face in flames and heart hammering in his chest, his eyes got wishy-washy with tears. 

“I see… Will, why don’t you let me see it so you know if a mate would like it or not? Hmm?” Hannibal offered. He knew exactly why Will had asked in the first place. Will lived off his daddy’s approval and praise. 

“Okay… yeah. I’m growing up and soon I’ll have a mate and I need to make sure I know I can look… I can look pretty in things that make me feel special.” Will said and walked with determination to the bathroom and waited for a moment in the doorway, doorknob in his hand. 

“Of course Will, of course. Now go make yourself feel special and show me because I am the one who bought it. Go my handsome boy, my little lamb” Hannibal joked lightly and Will snickered as he giddily hid away in the bathroom to change again. 

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Will looked perfect. Like a true artist's work. Lips darkened and shiny with gloss, lashes decorated with dark mascara and lids dusted with dark powder. His hair was brushed out making it poof out and large like a cloud around his head. 

Held up by two thin straps hanging off his shoulders was the softest flowing little green dress. Hanging just above his knees the dress was layered with a soft darkest green petticoat. There was a pinch at Will's waist, a strap that went around him and was tightened with the lacing at the back which made the dress fit perfectly onto his barely developed curves. 

The bodice was sheer green, allowing a view of his slim stomach, and beautiful collarbones, having covers blended into it to sheild his nipples. The bodice had structure built from the dark green fabric, the sides and center making Will look that much slimmer. 

The center going up and connecting with a collar around Will's neck, the collar was embroidered with white creating a gentle herringbone pattern. 

Adoring his legs were feather light barely tinted green thigh highs, forest green floral design traveling up the sides of them. 

Will was sniffling as Hannibal looked him over. Perfect. Will looked perfect. Any alpha would choke to have him. Any alpha would have to nearly die to even ever get near him. 

“Will, you look so beautiful. You are such a gorgeous young omega. How do you feel?” Hannibal asked, feeling a bit like a mother bear, wanting to kill to protect his baby boy.

“Special, like a gem. Like I’m… pretty. Like I’m beautiful. I feel special, I feel… happy.” Will said sincerely and smiled down at his own body. He wiggled his toes which caused Hannibal to break a smile. 

“You look special darling, more valuable than any gemstone. My lamb, you are so perfect, any alpha would be a fool not to beg for just a word from you.” Hannibal praised and waved his hands gesturing at Will’s beautiful outfit. 

“Do you really think so daddy?! I’m glad, I really like it!” Will said as he flopped down into Hannibal’s lap and grinned against his neck. His skirt popped up and Hannibal caught a glimpse of what looked like white lace panties. Not very age appropriate but matching with the outfit. 

Hannibal hugged him and kissed his forehead. 

“Maybe when you find someone special we can get you something a bit more fitted and custom. Maybe your friend could even take you? That sounds like a good outing for you.” Hannibal offered and rocked back and forth, Will making happy noises and kicking his feet where they hung off the side of the chair. 

“Yes daddy, and maybe me and Bev can find me a headband to match cause my hair is so in my face!” Will said and blew a raspberry which caused his hair to fly up and back down against his face. Hannibal chuckled lowly and kissed his head again, feeling so in love with his boy. 

-0-0-0-0-

“Will? Did you just bite me?” Hannibal asked in shock as he looked at the boy who was just hugging and dragging on him complaining of being ‘ boredddddd’. 

“Mhm, what’re you gonna do?” Will said as he stepped back toward the door, he was springy on his feet, ready to run. Like a puppy jumping around with a ball in its mouth, waiting for someone to take chase. 

“Will, it’s not nice to bite.” Hannibal chastised with a wag of his finger. Will walked back over to him with a hesitant suspicious look. 

“Yeah… it’s not nice…” Will agreed strangely and leaned forward to seemingly kiss Hannibal’s cheek in apology but instead nipped his ear and bounced back to the doorway with a smile.��

“Will! That’s naughty!” Hannibal said again, the last time Will had bitten him, the boy was a toddler and Hannibal was trying to get him to wear socks. 

“Yeah it was, now what’re you gonna do? Gonna get me?” Will said with a fire crackling in his eye. His body was a pressed spring, ready to go go go run run get chased . 

Hannibal knew school would help Will develop natural needs and wants. Hannibal stood up and unbuttoned his waistcoat and tie. Omegas craved the chase, especially ones that had just been exposed to so many other prepubescent omegas. 

Lord… and they said toddlers were tiring. 

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“Darling, sweetheart, papa is not so young anymore. Let’s go have a snack. Come, I’ll make grilled cheese like you enjoy.” Hannibal tried to tempt the boy back into the house. They’d been running around the house for nearly an hour and a half straight. Will had run up the stairs twice, around the house three times, and had side stepped Hannibal at least a dozen times. Hannibal hadn’t had to run like that in… years. He was not in hunting shape, he was soft and slow, and made for cooking and cuddling these days. 

“But daddy you didn’t catch me! You gotta pin me!” Will said and hopped around where he was standing on the side of the house staring at the bent over panting beta. He was smiling, there was a joy radiating from him so pure it was nearly blinding. 

“Will, I don’t want to hurt you by pushing you down. You know daddy doesn’t like to hurt you.” Hannibal tried to convince as he stood back up, hands on his hips. He was barely getting his breath back. Shamed in his unfit ways, he hadn’t noticed himself getting out of shape like this. 

“But I want you to pin me!” Will whined and stomped his foot. Brat. 

Hannibal walked closer and Will pouted, arms crossed. His blinding joy started to fade to a more… going-to-have-a-tantrum kind of radiance. 

“Will…” Hannibal said in a sing-song way, praying the boy would just be good and go in the house. Will huffed and looked away from him. Hannibal moved to put his hand on Will's shoulders and the boy dropped his arms. 

“I’m sorry da- Ah!” Will shouted as Hannibal quickly pulled his arms back and pinned Will to the damp ground, face down ass up with Hannibal blanketed over his back. A proper way to pin an omega. 

“There, I win. Now lunch.” Hannibal said and sat back on his calves and put his hand on Will's belly to help the boy kneel up. 

He instead laid heavily onto his daddy’s hand, arms laden by his head, forehead pressed into the grass, knees shivering. 

“Daddy…” Will whimpered and his body warmed up, his cock fevering into erection. His waist dipped into a seductive little pose. He felt tears starting to well in his eyes but the hand on his belly made him feel… a lot. 

“Will, that’s enough. We can play chase but you have to control yourself. Now up, come get some food and go do your homework.” Hannibal ordered and rose back up to his feet with a grunt. His legs were gonna be killing him by tonight. 

Will whined and hit the ground with his fists a few times, kicking his feet, acting like a toddler having a tantrum. 

“No fun!” He said and got up and stomped back into the house, closing his door roughly when he got to it. Hannibal sighed and sat down on the bar stool. He was fucking tired and didn’t know what to do with Will other than to try and make sure he knew when Will wanted to play chase. Playing chase was a good activity for growing boys and helped develop stamina. 

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Play chasing surely was one way to keep in shape. Will's legs were strong and plush looking. Hannibal grew to be able to chase and pounce with far more ease. Catching his boy in the dirt and in the house, pulling him from the tree, tackling him over the couch. 

Will often would giggle and roll over when caught. Snuggling against his daddy’s chest and saying a sweet little “thank you daddy, sorry for nipping you” and giving Hannibal a kiss on the cheek and going back into the house for a small snack and a drink. 

He’d stopped getting hot feeling in his pants after Hannibal made him take a cold shower and told him to keep a cold rag in his pants until he ‘ learned how to behave’ . He’d only ground a little bit onto his daddy’s leg… but Hannibal said there were no exceptions for bad behavior. 

-0-0-0-0-

Will enjoyed public school. He liked going and seeing his friends in the morning, he liked his classes that were far too easy but he refused to go to AP classes. He liked the scholar bowl, he loved going to meets and getting to meet all sorts of new people. Him and Bev and a few more of their friends liked to meet up and play games and occasionally they’d come to Will’s house and Hannibal would go… visit a friend. 

However teenaged drama was never too far. 

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“Why don’t they like me! I try to look pr-pretty and and I’m quiet and and I stay out of the way so why doesn’t anyone like me! I just wanted to get a pretty dress and and get my hair done and and look pretty! Why didn’t anyone ask me!” Will sobbed into the large bowl of horribly chemical riddled ice cream as Hannibal rubbed his back. 

School Dance. 

No one asked poor little Will Graham to the freshman’s winter formal. Or whatever it was called. 

It was tonight at six. It was currently seven. Will had been a wreck since four when he got home from school on the bus. Bev was on vacation for two weeks with family and none of their other friends were going claiming it was lame and stupid. Of course Will had agreed with them but he was crushed . 

“I know my lamb, I know. I think you’re the most beautiful omega in the whole world. The stupid little boys at school must be absolutely blind not to notice.” Hannibal tried to get Will to feel a little better. When Hannibal had been in school dances were… for show. 

Will sobbed again a big ‘wahhhhhh’ and shoveled more “rocky road” into his mouth. He’d been feeling a bit self conscious. He’d been asked so many times if he was a beta and and did he look like a beta? Did he smell like a beta? Why would they think he was a beta? Was it what he wore? Maybe if he wore a beautiful pastel soft dress to the dance everyone could see he was an omega! But then…

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” Will sobbed and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth. 

“You’re not doing anything wrong sweetie I’m sure when the right alpha sees you they’ll fall head over heels and cherish you the way you deserve to be.” Hannibal tried and continues to try and comfort Will until the boy falls asleep at the bar stool and Hannibal carries him back to his room and puts him in bed. 

-0-0-0-0-

Will had started to become… repressed. Hannibal had walked in on him rubbing himself against… well everything. Couch pillows, his bed pillow, the arm of the chair, the bar stools, everywhere. Hannibal had reminded him that he could still use his grinding mats from when he was a kid but Will said they were for babies. When heats rolled around he just took closer and sat alone in his room for a few hours till the fever dropped, not allowing Hannibal to get near him. 

And he became fucking mean . 

“Can’t you ever just fucking leave me alone! I’m eighteen, I don’t need you old man! You’re not my fucking father, you freak!” Was the straw that broke the camel's back. Will had stopped out the door to go to Bev’s, backpack slung over his shoulder. Will was of age, he needed an alpha to take him. 

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“Daddy? Someone’s here to see you. Um Mister Nigel and Mister Adam?” Will hollered as he watched the two men slip off their shoes and coats. 

The one man was… handsome. Strong, tattoo showing over a plain black button up short sleeve shirt, tall, blonde hair laying floppily over his forehead. A bit messy. 

The other was… Will felt himself get damp at the scent of him. He had short hair, big blue eyes, wearing a grey button up under a yellow sweater vest and a pair of tan slacks, no belt. Will didn’t care though he wanted to sniff him. He was a bit taller than Will so he was perfect to sniff and scent and nip at. 

“Oh dear we’re not here just for Hannibal. Hasn’t he explained? It’s alright darling. Not to worry.” The taller man said and ran his hand from Will’s back up to grip gently at his neck. Will’s eyebrows shot up and looked at the man, Nigel. Alpha. Oh Alpha . 

Will felt himself get a little away from himself, body slack where he stood, slick dampening his boxers. Hannibal came around the corner and Nigel moved his hand back down to Will’s shoulder blades. Adam had just been rocking back and forth on his feet, not caring at all. 

“Will, these are my friends. See Nigel and I ran into each other a few times and sometimes have brunch together. I think you and Adam might get along well. Like we talked about the other day?” Hannibal explained and Will felt himself get shocked back into his head. The other day? When they were talking about omega bonding? When Hannibal gave him a book on omega bonding? The day Will had learned that omegas could fuck each other as long as the alpha(s) approved? That other day?

He was on fire, burning alive. He looked over at Adam… too many layers. But attractive, cute, maybe older than him… experienced. He had to be Nigel’s mate. He had a bite showing barely under his collar. 

“Oh… oh! Um daddy are you- do you- um- really?” Will asked in a whispered yell and leaned toward his daddy. Nigel leaned forward and sniffed at the back of Will’s neck and he had to help Will stay stand up. 

“Yes Will, why don’t you and Adam go talk in the library by the fireplace. I’m sure poor Adam is cold.” Hannibal guided and turned toward the omega who had kept him company on a few cold nights. Adam smiled and stood up and walked up to stand closely in front of Hannibal. 

“My face is cold but that’s it. Nigel makes me wear layers.” He said with a smile and stared somewhere over Hannibal’s shoulder. Hannibal smiled and nodded toward Nigel who sighed and let the boy go. 

“Well then go warm your face dear.” Hannibal said more toward Will because Adam was already walking toward the library. 

“Okay” Will breathed and followed the scent to the warm library. 

------

“Will? How are you doing…” Hannibal asked as he looked around the door to the fireplace. He and Nigel had shared a glass of wine… well wine for Hannibal and beer for Nigel. And perhaps a quick sloppy makeout but that wasn’t here nor there. 

Will was sitting with his back to the door, kneeling over Adam who was sitting cross legged. Both shirtless, Will was holding onto Adam's shoulders as he sucked and pecked across Will's collarbones as his hands rubbed from shoulders to Will's round bottom still hugged in his jeans.

Adam looked over Will’s shoulder into Hannibal’s eyes. Will squeaked as Adam bit down, grinding down against Adam’s lap. 

“We’re fine, Hanni. Go play with Nigel, please.” Adam asked in his usually flat high voice. Will hunched down, pressing his face to hide in the other omega’s neck and scoot forward more so they’re pressed together and he grins down a little bit more. 

“Go ‘way. Go ‘way, daddy.” Will pleads weakly and Hannibal smiles and blows a kiss to Adam. The closed the door as Adam pushed Will onto his back, crawling over him. 

-----

Will lived losing his virginity to Adam. 

Pulling his jeans away, boxers caught within them. Will was huffing, hands rubbing at his chest and stomach, craving stimulation. 

“You’re very pretty Will. Do you think I’m pretty?” Adam asked genuinely as he kicked his own slacks away and folded them on the stack beside Wills own clothes. There was no need to be messy, folded clothes are best. 

Will nodded, spreading his legs so Adam could kneel between them, his small cock erect and radiating heat Will could feel against his own underdeveloped soft cock. 

“Do you think Nigel’s pretty?” Adam asked as he moved to grab the pillow from where it sat in the seat of the arm chair. He shoved it under Will’s hips and moved so Will had his legs around Adam’s thin waist. 

“He’s y-your mate. Alpha, he’s an alpha.” Will whimpered as Adam scootched close enough his tip barely grazed Will’s needy hole. The older boy leaned over Will, forearms framing the younger’s face, their chests and stomach touching.

“You’re a good omega.” Adam stated and slowly brought his hips forward, cock slipping easily into the sloppy slick mess of Will’s hole. 

Will made such nice noises, Adam noted as he thought about it. He wasn’t against sex. He didn’t dislike it but he could take it or leave it. Especially topping. When him and Nigel had sex it was different. Nigel took care of him, he didn’t take care of anyone else. 

Will cried out and wrapped his arms around Adam’s boney back, he clenched up, slick dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath him. 

“Adam! ‘S in me, you're in me.” Will whimpered and crossed his legs together behind Adam’s bum, pulling him to stay as deep inside as possible. Adam nuzzled into Will’s soft neck. 

“I can’t give you a knot, Will.” Adam stated and Will nodded, holding onto the older omega tightly. Adam thrusted as much as Will would allow, more just pushing himself against Will. 

“Can.. Adam wanna…” Will tried to get out but he just ended up whining pitifully and clenching tightly around the hot cock inside him. 

“Can we kiss more?” Will asked finally, big eyes meeting Adam’s, well he was looking at Adam who was looking off to the side but close enough. Adam smiled and leaned down to sweetly kiss Will’s lips. 

Will was hungry for it though and soon they laid against one another, tongues caressing each other, hands wondering, penetration abandoned for rubbing against each other, slick mingling. 

By the time they’d both warmed up and snuggled into a sleepy haze Will calmed down and tears no longer rolled from his eyes. 

Hannibal was happy to see his boy so comfy, Nigel was happy to see his mate finally getting some decent sleep. They’d tossed a blanket over the omega’s and decided they’d be fine by themselves in the library for a little longer…

-----

It was a usual thing. Each time his heat rolled around Will packed his bag and Nigel came to pick him up and he’d return Will a few days later, fresh and happy. 

At least that’s how it lasted till after Will graduated and started taking online college classes. Then occasionally the two would come to House Lecter and well that was fine until June. For some reason Will was getting less and less content until he popped. 

“Get the fuck off of me! I’m not a fucking toy! Stop picking at me! You’re not my mate, you’re just using me like a fucking fleshlight! I didn’t even fucking want you in the first place, why don’t you just just fucking go away!” Will screamed as he hit at Nigel’s arms where the alpha had come over to scent the boy while he worked. Nigel stepped back and snarled, how dare an omega be so insolent!

“It’s okay Will, If you even wanna play more though just call. Nigel I want dinner, I’m hungry.” Adam said as he walked through, gameboy in hand. He didn’t even look up. Nigel followed behind him. Just as they pulled on their shoes Hannibal came down the stairs. 

“What was that? Will, why are you being so rude?” Hannibal asked but Adam stopped him. Nigel left to leave and Adam stood between the beta and the boy. 

“You should call Mr. Vizla. I think Will might need to have a visit to Papa. I think it would help. Bye bye Hanni.” Adam said and got on his tiptoes and gave Hannibal a kiss on the cheek. 

Will was already crying and Hannibal hugged him. So emotional, his little Will, so emotional. 

----

“Sweetheart, we’re going on a trip. This is for the betterment of us both. Montana, I’ve rented a cabin for as long as needed. We’re going, no argument, and we are going to be meeting someone who’s very close to me.” Hannibal said as he stood in Will’s doorway. The boy was laying in bed, he’d been running a small fever, he hadn’t heated in the months since he’d stopped seeing Adam and Nigel. 

“Daddy, I don’t wanna. What’s there in Montana?” Will asked and Hannibal came over to pet Will’s hair. He was really hoping he wouldn’t regret letting Will near the older man, letting Will near one of the only people Hannibal had ever hunted with, who willingly asked for Hannibal’s cooking even after he knew. The one person who fed into Hannibal’s indulgences. 

“Someone special. A nice little cabin by a lake, it’s a vacation. Trust me, Will.” Hannibal said quiet and Will rolled over to his side and purred. Hannibal kept running his fingers through his boy’s hair for a little longer, enjoying the fluffy mess. Once he knew the omega was asleep he left the room, quietly closing the door. 

-----

“Woah… I love this daddy! Can I go fishing? Oh and for a walk this weather is so good, why haven’t we come here before!” Will said as he dropped his duffle bags and flopped down on the couch that was covered in a rustic printed blanket. Hannibal sighed happily and looked through the kitchen. Duncan said he fixed it up and left some food there for them. 

“Even the air smells so fresh and ugh good, I just wanna go roll in the dirt!” Will said and trilled when Hannibal ruffled his hair. 

Hannibal sat one in the arm chair and looked out over the lake. The view was wonderful, the puff of smoke coming from the porch of the opposite house made it all that more enticing. He’d cross the lake once Will was to bed. 

----

Will had never slept so well in his life. The air here, the smells, the sound of the water against the rocks, it was like a glove that fit him perfectly . He’d spent the first few days exploring, sitting beside the water with his shoes off reading, fishing, going on walks into the woods, and lots of just sitting sniffing the air. There was this scent in the air, something not so natural. Something like cigarettes and gunpowder and sweat and… Well one day the breeze was going and Will had the bathroom window pulled open and… he could help but shove a few fingers inside himself. The scent alone was nearly enough alone to put Will into a heat. 

---

Hannibal spent days reading, working on his ipad, and going off on his own. Will didn’t know there was another hunting lodge only a mile or so away. Hannibal felt alive, really alive . He hunted, carved, really took time and enjoyed it. He snuck away to Duncan’s cabin and talked for hours, snuggling in with the older alpha, sharing long heated kisses, occasionally sneaking a hand down to make Duncan relax a bit. 

This trip really was paying off. 

Especially when one morning Will woke up in heat. He was burning up, slick dripping down his legs where he stood, waiting for Hannibal. His daddy had woken him up and told him to get dressed, Will did even as the waves of need rolled over him with more and more power. 

Barely pulled into a pair of now soaked jeans, a hoodie, and his sneakers without any socks. Will was whining, knees pressed together, arms crossed over his belly. Hannibal was taking his time, he wanted Will ready when they got to Duncan’s. 

“Daddy, come on, where are we even goin?” Will whined and Hannibal guided him out the door and toward the car. Hannibal pushed Will into the seat and climbed into the driver's side. 

“We’re visiting my good friend. He lives there, across the water. Duncan Vizla, I told him about you. You’re gonna go meet him and see what you think.” Hannibal explained and Will kicked his feet, whining, arm still wrapped around his belly. 

“Stupid! No! I wanna-” Will said, full of frustration before letting out a scream and kicking the dash and slamming his body back against the seat a few times. Hannibal swallowed and kept his eyes forward. He’d seen Will scenting up the air, knowing Duncan had an… acquired smell. 

--

“William Henry Graham get out of the car.” Hannibal said in a threatening low voice. Will had been fighting him off every time he tried to get the boy to walk the few feet to the door. 

“No! I hate you! I hate you! Go ‘way!” Will screamed and kicked some more. He’d soaked the seat through now, stomach cramping and twisting in pain instead of washing with waves of need. Hannibal sighed and was about to just get Will in some kind of hold and carry him in, but he heard the front door of the cabin open and close behind him. 

Will reacted immediately, eyes opening, tears falling down his face as his arms reached out. He pushed himself out of the car like he was being pulled toward the older man like a magnet. 

“Papa, Alpha ” Will cried out and then suddenly he was on the ground, his knees first and then pushing his forehead into the soft dirt. The older man made his way down the few steps and then stood over the boy’s body. Will fell onto his side, arms wrapped around his belly and knees drawing up to his chest. He forced his eyes open….

--

It had been years since he’d heated in a hospital. The last time he had to be around the clock monitored. He’d been throwing himself down trying to get an orgasm to calm himself down, stressed out and moving frantically under the covers, the whole room smelled like burning chemicals, frantic omega. He gave up with a huff and the nurse who’d been working on a computer leaned back in her chair and sighed too. 

“Ya know, How about we try something else. Something that’s helped me in heat when I was a kid like you. Wanna try?” She’d offered and leaned forward onto her arms on the desk. Will huffed for a second and agreed. Worth a shot, he thought. 

“Close your eyes and picture the perfect mate, someone you wanna spend your whole life with.” The nurse said and Will tried to picture it. He could see it sort of… not a picture perfect future but something. Napping in their lap, sex, getting pet by them, sex, taking baths together, and of course mating heat sex. 

“Can you see ‘em? Describe them.” The nurse said and Will started to move again under the blanket. He tried to picture something but… someone he didn’t even know started to show in his mind. He could see him but… had they even ever met?

“It’s um.. It’s a man. Tall, strong, he’s uh, he’s got big strong hands. He’s… handsome. Really handsome. He’s, ah fuck, he’s got a beard and mustach and stuff and he’s hairy. His arms and chest and belly. His hair’s all black and silver. He’s older, strong. Oh god, oh my god. Um, um, he, he’d take care of me. Like I was a real ‘mega. Oh, oh my god, yeah, he’d be so nice to me! He’d, he’d fuck me like a real alpha!” Will finished and he tensed up, twitching. The orgasm taking the edge off and making him feel calmer. 

“Didn’t take you as an age gapper. Looks like you’re on the hunt for a silver fox!” The nurse teased and giggled. Will huffed at himself, he didn’t even know this dream man but here he was cumming to the image of him. 

“I didn’t know either”

-- 

Will thought back to that as he stared up at the man he’d knotted himself to the image of. His brain was mushy, his body on fire with incredible need, and there he was. 

Tall, strong, silver fox. 

“ Papa ” Will sobbed and reached out to grab any part of the man who had his arms crossed looking down like he was looking at gum on the street. Will grabbed onto one of his ankles, the man was barefoot, Will felt like just touching his skin calmed him. 

“He’s a bit small.” Said the man in a deep deep voice. 

“He’s begging, please, Dunc, just… please? Give him a chance.” Hannibal pleaded and Will sobbed out. He just wanted to be taken care of in this perfect place by this perfect man. 

“Hannibal, go back to your place. Don’t call, don’t come over here. I’ll call you when I’m done.” Duncan said to the younger man. He’d never put up with Hannibal’s controlling nature. 

“Alright just… be careful with him.” Hannibal said as he climbed back in the car and drove off. Duncan waited until Hannibal was out of the driveway to pick up the little sobbing omega, holding him against his chest. 

“Hello, little one. Aren’t you the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Come on then, Papa’s gonna make it better.” Duncan said and Will trilled happily and rutted up against that alpha. Will was taking in big huffing breaths of the alpha’s scent. 

“Pa,papa, smell so good. Alpha, alpha, alpha” Will grumbled and rubbed himself anywhere he could. Arms against shoulders, feet and ankles against hips and thighs, chest against chest. 

---

“ God! My fucking guts, papa so fucking big!” Will cried out as Duncan sat him down full onto his cock. Will held onto the older man’s shoulders as he shook, body putting so much effort into just making room for Duncan’s cock. 

They were sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace by the window. Duncan, stripped bare of his shirt but pants just pulled down around his cock, and Will stripped down bare. Will was straddling him, knees shoved into the chair’s cushion on each side of the alpha’s hips. His hands had wandered across the fuzzy front of the man, Will particularly liked the hair around his belly button, soft and thin. 

“Good baby, gonna take my knot? Come on, just a little bit” Duncan harshly grumbled into Will’s ear and grabbed two handfuls of Will’s soft ass and lifted in a little over an inch and pushed him back down. The boy let out a squeak and squeezed his knees together, trying not to clench around the huge thing sitting inside him. 

“C-can’t, too big, can’t m-move” Will whimpered and just tried not to let himself get ripped open. He felt like he was filled past the bring twice . Duncan hummed, vibrating in his chest causing Will to arch and rub his chest against the alpha’s, the coarse hair feeling wonderful against Will’s soft sensitive nipples. 

Duncan lifted the boy up again, only a few inches, and pushed him back down. Will yelled out and held on tightly to the alpha’s shoulders, nails digging in. 

The alpha made a rhythm and kept it, up and down. Will had leaked down to the floor, a puddle forming under them. 

“Good pup, daddy’s good little puppy” Duncan whispered into Will’s ear and that only caused the boy to gush out more slick, crying out and digging his nails into Duncan’s shoulders. 

Will was letting out sobbing long wanton moans, broken at each thrust down. His body creating a sweet little place for Duncan to fuck. The older man hadn’t felt so so good in so long, he hadn’t knotted anyone in… too long. 

Long enough so that when his knot began to swell he stopped lifting and pushing the boy to simply holding him tightly against his chest and thrusting up into him in short little ticks. 

“Knot me! Knot me! Gimme it please please please alpha alpha ” Will cried out and his muscles started their own matching rhythm of clenching and milking, trying to get their fill. Duncan grunted with the last few thrusts, his knot snagging on Will’s slicked snug little hole. 

When the knot finally tied them together, no longer being able to be popped back out, Will bit down. He drove his teeth into the alpha’s shoulder as his thick cum pumped into him, filling him so perfectly. He felt… so far away by the time his jaw unclenched and his teeth unclamped. 

Duncan was in heaven. Such a cute little thing. So tight, so warm, so welcoming. He leaned back in his chair, Will falling against his chest, asleep and muscles still trying to milk the last few drops of cum from Duncan’s cock.

“Good pup, good omega” Duncan whispered and kissed Will’s forehead and peaked down at his belly. Will had a small pooch, a little puffy pocket full of cum. Duncan put his hand there, he could feel himself still pushing against the boy’s insides. Will whimpered a bit and tried to turn but his legs were stuck. 

“Okay puppy, bend your leg…” Duncan instructed and moved the boy around, still held down to him by the knot, to sit sideways in his lap. Will immediately curled up and laid his head onto Duncan’s shoulder. Snuggling in. Just like his father, Duncan thought, which caused a smile on his lips as he pulled the quilt from the floor beside them. He tossed it over them and tucked it around Will. He could already feel himself getting soft but his knot held them together still. He wasn’t a young man but Will seemed satisfied. 

-----

Hannibal was happy to receive a hushed call saying they were done and Will was sleeping. He came in and Will was snuggled into Duncan’s lap, purring and drooling a bit against his chest. 

“Bring him back. He’s a good puppy.” Duncan said and pet Will’s wild hair. 

“Bring him home. He smells even better.” Hannibal said and leaned down to place a kiss on Will’s head and then a short peck to Duncan’s lips. 

“Now then! Dinner!” Hannibal said and began to carry in cooler bags in and busy himself in the kitchen.

[poisonedbywine]

Illusion

Leon S. Kennedy x female reader

Warnings: Bullying, Violence, swearing, strong words

Notes: I had this in my head for a while... Today is so cold and I love writing in the cold, even with my fingers frozen.

English is not my native language, Translator may have made a spelling error.

I had a best friend.

His name was Leon, he was in his first year of elementary school.

-"Can you swing me?" Leon pulled me to the swing.

-"I push you!" I gave a big smile with my eyes almost closed and I started to push the swing, seeing it fly in the sky.

-"I'M FLYING!" Leon shouted, which made me laugh and shake as hard as I could.

And when I least expected it, Leon fell off the swing.

There I was, sitting in the uncomfortable chair in the hospital waiting room.

Everyone looking at me.

-"What's a kid supposed to be doing here?" A girl whispered.

The nurse told me that Leon's uncles they asked me to go home, as it was already dark.

I smiled and agreed, handing them a small drawing as an apology for the broken arm.

I shouldn't have stood by and watched

I was supposed to help my friend.

The next day, Leon was sitting on the stool.

I wasn't excited to play today

Mom fought with me, because I had broken Leon's arm.

I just stayed quiet, receiving the scolding

-"Bad girl! No one told you to do that to your only best friend, at least he accepts you the way you are."- Mom's words echoed in my head.

Leon hugged me.

Like a bear, squeezing me really tight.

I want to know why he's hugging me

But even so, I hugged him back and smiled.

-" Do not worry, everything is fine."-

-"I was the one swinging the swing, Lee."- I take a sigh

Leon said everything was fine, and that he would let me sign his cast with my markers.

I smiled and said goodbye to him, heading to my classroom.

A little ball of paper was thrown at me

I opened it, and on it was a drawing of a whale with my name on top.

I heard my classmates laughing behind me

I wanted to cry.

So I lay down on my little table and I laid my head on my arms, which were on top of the wood, hiding my eyes.

And I cried

My eyes wet everything, especially my pillows and my teddy bears at night.

The bell had rung

Snack time!!

I ran down the stairs and sat on the stool where Leon and I were.

I waited for him, like every day

There he was, with his Iron Man lunch box and his arm and cast full of drawings that his classmates had made, running to me.

I smiled, moving to the side so he could sit down.

-"I brought the pen." - I said quietly

-"I saved your place here"- Leon pointed to a small blank patch on the plaster.

I made a colorful drawing of me and him holding hands.

-" What did they do today?"-

I didn't want Leon to know they were mean to me again today, even though he always found out the truth.

That's why I said nothing unusual happened

-"You are cool, my star. Don't let them say otherwise."- Leon he put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

-" I'm already seven years old, I already know how to take care of myself very well."-

Leon laughed, but soon the bell rang and I had to say goodbye.

I got home and ran up the stairs to my room

I covered my ears with my hands and curled up on the bed

I hated when mom and dad fought

Mom always came out crying and with a black eye

He took his anger out on everything, including me

But they're the only people who love me

I don't blame them for anything.

I love them very much, because they have not abandoned me.

The next day, I didn't want to go to school.

It was physical education and I hated it

But, unfortunately, daddy made me go

Daddy was bad sometimes

Sometimes.

Including the times he made me go to school

When I arrived, Leon wasn't there

One of his friends told me that he missed his wake-up time, and ended up missing

I would be alone today

When the bell rang, I would jump over the wall and run to my bed

I entered the sports court and sat down on the floor

I was the last to be chosen.

I was on a good team!

I liked football, so I managed to score a goal, I was so happy with myself.

But when I went to get the ball, one of the boys on my team pushed me to the ground

-"GET OUT OF MY WAY"- The boy screamed and kicked my stomach on purpose, he walked away and joined the other boys.

I screamed in pain and lay on the floor, some girls on my team laughed.

"STOP LAUGHING!"

I had the strength to get up from the floor and scream as loud as I could

Everyone looked at me

"So the whale can talk?" One of the bad boys spoke

"Shut up! SHUT UP!!"

"Let's teach this girl a lesson."

Both teams came running towards me with their fists closed, and I covered my face with my hands.

Punches, kicks, slaps, were received against my body on the floor, curled up on the green grass of the football field.

"Stronger"

"Let's throw harder punches!"

"Whale, obese."

"Weak."

"You are a backstop."

"I hope you die."

I no longer had the strength to fight all this

When I woke up I was in my bed

My body hurt, my face was hurting, and my lips were swollen and bleeding.

I only remembered the boys hitting me and the teacher separating everyone

I also remember my mother's face when she saw me

Dad was disappointed in me

I wanted to see Leon

He would know what to say to me at these times

Despite being hurt, I limped downstairs and asked to go to Leon's house.

Mom left, which made me feel a little better inside

I fought the pain and walked to Leon's house

I rang the doorbell and waited

A tall figure appeared

-"How can I help?" - I looked up and saw the unexpected

What happened in the two weeks I was home?

Leon's parents were there

I asked where Leon was

He looks at me with a serious face, saying that I shouldn't bother.

I sighed and lowered my head, heading back home while kicking the poor rocks along the way.

2 months passed and I never spoke to Leon again

He knew everything that happened to me that terrible day

He apologized and hugged me

That was the last time he hugged me since then.

Tomorrow is my birthday and mom made me invite everyone in my class.

I did as she ordered.

And I invited Leon

Today was the big day, I was excited!

Since mom and dad were fighting, mom is the only one who will stay at the party, I believe.

I helped with the decoration and I decorated my cake myself, it was so beautiful.

And now I'm alone waiting for someone to ring the doorbell

Mom came out and said she was going to invite Dad to my party

Nobody showed up

Much less Leon

Tears came down from my eyes exactly when it was 10 o'clock at night.

My cake was whole

Then the doorbell rings

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY STAR."

I wiped the tears and quickly hugged Leon

I explained to him what happened

And he explained to me what had happened to him

Leon would move

His parents have decided to take care of him, but he will go to another country

Today was your last day

I begged and asked him not to leave

But he didn't do it

Leon hugged me and said goodbye, saying his last words

"Will we ever meet again, Lee?"

"Yes... one day."

"When?"

"When I turn 18, then we can do a lot of things together."

"Okay, can we meet at the same playground as usual?"

"In the same playground as always."

"I love you, Lee."

"I love you too, my little star."

-----------------

Life has never been this difficult since Leon left

Separation from parents, changes, rejection... What a beautiful life

I had few friends, just 2, but college separated us

Life was never wonderful

That promise I made with Leon when I was 8 years old is complete today and I honestly don't want to go to the park.

He promised me and I promised, promises shouldn't be broken, right?

I ran to the park

All the memories were running through my mind

Maybe he doesn't even remember me

All the moments together were the best memories I had

So I arrived at the park

I was late, but I was there

I sat on the bench and waited

Three hours have passed since then

The moon was coming little by little, the sun was waving goodbye behind the mountains

I found myself alone in the park now, waiting for someone who would never come

Leon never kept his promise, that was clear... But I'll still stay here

I know he's somewhere, somewhere far away.

That's one of the worst feelings

I gave up waiting for Leon

"All these years... I waited for you..."

"Are you just my imagination playing tricks?"

"I was so alone, Leon... Why did you leave?"

"It was all a big, painful illusion."

I turned my back and went home.

They were soulmates that could have worked

Leon remembered his promise

He caught the first flight into town

He arrived early, but it was for a good reason, he wanted to see you so much

But it was too soon

Leon waited until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, there was no longer any reason for him to stay there

You had forgotten him, and it hurt.

Leon collected his things and went to the taxi, there was an hour until the next flight back to his city.

He left a letter in the bank, leaving some of his last hope

Fate didn't understand

It was a windy day and in a few seconds, the letter flew away.

You came running to the park

But Leon was already getting into the taxi

Meanwhile, you were waiting for him. Without hope and with a disturbed life

The two went their separate ways

But what if it had happened? What if you had arrived seconds earlier at the park?

And if...

But the past is the past.

They are connected to invisible wires.

No matter how stretched and tangled this thread is, it will never break.

Even if it takes centuries and lives, you will meet again

Can finally join together as one

And like all the stories we heard as a child

Be happy forever.