#good ol infirmary

[rie-092]

SENIOR.

[ yandere! villain x upperclassman! reader ]

summary: after reincarnating into your favorite otome game. you found yourself in the body of the selfless upperclassman of the main characters. determined to change the destiny of the characters, especially the obsessive villain who suffers in every route. you decided to take this matter in your hand. but spoiler alert, it changed your supposedly quiet school life. congratulations!

so you died. as simple as that. how did you die you ask? well, let's say that you experienced the good ol' truck-kun that every isekai-d character experienced before they found themselves on other worlds.

and now, after getting hit by a car you found yourself under a certain beautiful man. hurriedly getting up, ignoring the fact that your head was bleeding— you immediately asked him if he was alright. only for him to throw back the same question and that's how you fainted at the sight of your own blood on your hand when you touched your wound.

that's how you acquired your memories on your past life. you immediately recognized the man earlier. that's calyx white, the obsessive villain on your favorite otome game before.

the main reason why you liked that otome game was the fact that there's no villainess. the crown prince (one of the male leads) has no fiancee or whatsoever. and besides, the design of the characters was superb. you're on your way to buy the second version of that game when you died by the way.

so, waking up in the infirmary. you found calyx on the chair beside your bed. quietly reading a book. seeing you're finally awake, he suddenly gave you a money and said that you shouldn't do it again because he was more capable to protect himself.

oh gosh. he was really cranky and looks like a lone wolf! that's how you and calyx became acquaintances.

on every routes of the game. calyx always ends up dying because of the heroine when the only thing that he wanted was affection and attention from someone. you hated it. why would the heroine always ends up choosing the playboy (crown prince), muscle brain (upperclassman) and pedo (the teacher) anyway?! when she had this adorable guy wanting her attention?!

but honestly, unknown to you. this guy wasn't adorable at all. because he was more darker than you expected. you haven't realized that the reality you were currently in was different from the game that you played in the past.

but did you care? no.

instead, you started your "give calyx a happy ending!" plan.

first, you started by greeting him every morning. acting like a friend and a proper upperclassman. you honestly doesn't have any plans to be his significant other, don't worry. you're just doing this to make sure that he will stay alive this time. you're not going to let your adorable junior die!

unbeknownst to you, he noticed your little efforts. but did he care at all? no. yet, he found himself looking forward on your small greetings and silly ways to make him smile.

calyx have always known to be the problem child of the ducal family. everyone avoided him because of his appearance (when the truth is he is too fucking handsome) that's why he grew up wanting affection and attention from others.

and who is the first person who gave it to him? the heroine. that's how he became addicted to it and started following the heroine around.

as a yandere, calyx was obsessive, manipulative and controlling. he wanted the heroine around him all the time. to the point that in the bad ending of every routes, he always locked up the heroine on his family estate and kill all the male leads.

but right now? calyx attention was diverted to you, his stupid yet selfless upperclassman.

at first, he was cautious. he thought that you only wanted the trust of his family when you protected him when the two of you fell from the stair. then, he became curious, why are you starting to act as if the two of you were friends?

he didn't trust you at first. i mean, why would he? when everyone want him dead?

but during one of the events in the otome game where calyx were accused killing one of the students in the campus (even though it was really the last boss) you were the only one who believed him. hell, you even told everyone that you were with him when they asked where he was the time the crime happened.

that's how you turned the cautious calyx into a more calm one. he started greeting you back and agreeing to spend more time with you.

you were able to change him, congratulations!

and on the last event of the otome game. where everyone supposed to condemned calyx for his evil doings. he apologized, which surprised everyone. even the crown prince who supposed to be calyx's childhood friend was surprised. what the hell? when did calyx learnt the word sorry?

you, who was celebrating the fact that calyx didn't die in this route. didn't even notice how calyx was now standing in front of you.

“eh?”

you blinked rapidly while calyx smiled. it was different from his usual lazy one. instead it was twisted, unhinged even. very fitting on his role as the obsessive villain in the otome game.

you change calyx? no, you're wrong. you only diverted his obsession from the heroine to you.

congratulations, (name)! now, you've got yourself a yandere junior who is willing to set the empire in fire if you want to.

oh, by the way— there would be a high chance that he will force you to marry him or lock you up in a castle if you did something like making him jealous or saying that you don't like him.

so be careful with your words, okay?

“ just give into me and i will give the world, senior. ”

[penvisions]

underbelly {gone to the dogs} - a holiday special

Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: You and Joel have an understanding, a new thing between you both. Where once biting words were exchanged and annoyance flared, now there's this simmering thing that slowly takes hold. And who is Joel Miller if not a giving man at his core, determined to do right by the people he lets into his pack?

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: canon typical language, outbreak fic, age gap (about 15 years), sub! joel miller, dom / sub dynamics, sexual content, rough sex, p in v, smut, unprotected p in v (it's the end of the world, y'all), oral (m and f receiving), sappy gift giving, holiday fic, some good ole pwp (well a little bc it's me lol)

Fic Notes: set at the beginning of their relationship, so between chapters five and six, i believe

A/N: hello, my loves! this is an apology of sorts for joel's behavior in the most recent chapter of the main series 😅felt like i needed to even the playing field a bit hehe. happy holidays and hope the days are good to y'all!

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The table in front of you is an organized mess. From the small baggies of pills and powder, to the piles of hand rolled cigarettes and joints separated in plastic bins, there are four more full of medicine and vitamins that aren’t offered at the infirmary. This is most of the current stock you have, save for a bin that contains five to ten baggies of each drug and pill you offer safely secured underneath the loose panel of wood that acts as one of the many patch ups to the walls of your apartment, this one in your bedroom right beside the bathroom door.

You’ve got a beaten up notebook open as you’re looping out names and exchanges owed. A tally of who you traded with the past two weeks and what they asked for in the next two. There’s a lot to organize and you take an afternoon each week to keep it all neatly transcribed. The small bottle of ink you have is beside the little stamp you’ve kept well hidden from anyone else. Not wanting it to fall into the wrong hands and end up being used on product that is certainly not yours or up to your standards.

Tess had just gotten up from the couch, her resting spot for a moment after work. An inner jacket pocket full of baggies she was about to go and deliver to the tenants of the building next door. Just as you’re about to get up and stretch your legs, the front door opens after a jingling of keys and the lock turning.

Joel.

He’s back late for the day, but you don’t mind getting the random hours to spend with him. You do a lap or two around the table before you set a pot of water up on the stove to boil in an attempt at a late lunch. There are a few cans of potatoes you found last week and you wanted to try and make something soft and hot- mashed potatoes.

Snow dusts the top of his shoulders as you watch him carefully lock the door behind himself, his thick fingers sliding the deadbolt and side latch locks. It’s all in his hair too, darkening the locks by contrast, though you can see the gray beginning to thread itself between the strands. Without a word, Joel is turning and something flies out of his grip and towards you across the room.

You catch it, though the hit of the hard thing is cushioned by a swath of thick paper around it and a twine bow tied to keep it closed.

“Joel, what the hell?” But he doesn’t respond, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair you had been in before disappearing into the bedroom. His boots clunk with the heavy steps he takes, the pain in his back and hips worse today without him needing to tell you. Sighing, you set the electric burner to the lowest setting and sit back at the table.

The little wrapped item gets set to the side, not forgotten but saved for later.

“Why didn’t you open it?”

“It’s just more of the same. Wanted to catalogue everything I already have before adding more to the roster,” You swoop the pencil in your hand over the expanse of the table, it was clear what was going on, wasn’t it? Why did he have to pick arguments with you even now, you’ve shared your apartment and bed with him for nearly a year. But sometimes you still feel like you didn’t know all of him and while you had resigned yourself to that very likely reality, you would take what he could offer you. What he was willing and wanting to offer you, because when you did- the tension in his shoulders eased just a bit, that scowl he wears so well lessens just a bit, his dark eyes lighten enough to let you glimpse at the person you assume he used to be.

“Darlin’, it ain’t none of that.” When you tilt your head to the side, much like an entranced dog, you can see the way his adam’s apple bobs, his next words the softest you’ve ever hear from him. In both sentiment and tone, aside from the night everything shifted. “It’s a gift for you. For the holiday.”

“Joel…” The confusion leaks out of you, replaced by a warmth in your chest. It’s been…god, it’s been years since anyone got you anything for the holidays. And here he is, all brooding and big and violent, giving you a piece of himself you hadn’t previously seen. His eyes are heavy on you as the paper crinkles, the twine unravels.

Atop the notebook, nestled in the ‘gift wrap’ is a little wooden figure. A dog. A cane corso dog.

A physical depiction of the very thing that lended you the nickname you’ve taken on in stride. Adapted in your endeavor to provide things for the people that the remnants of government forces refused to or asked for too much in exchange for. You were always giving, sacrificing, scrounging, never taking anything for yourself unless absolutely necessary. But this? This was something just for you, something made just for you but the looks of it. The scrapes and a blade obvious in the carving.

The gasp that leaves you does nothing to help the rapid flutter of your heart.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, sharp eyes watching the way water droplets cling to your skin as you emerge from your shower. The door was wide open, the space heater Joel had found among the rubble now fixed and set between the bedroom and bathroom threshold. A lame attempt at bringing some warmness to where you both curled up at night.

The cold was getting to him, his body aching. Not just sore, but aching in the way that begins to spur thoughts of old age in his mind. He’s not that old, he doesn’t think. But he is a hell of a lot older than you and he sees it in the way you perk up at the sight of snow softly falling from the sky. In the way you offer to run to the commissary or the food hall for everyone when there’s just no energy for standing at the stove or tinkering with something that’s been broken one too many times.

Your eyes are on him as you approach but he doesn’t feel like he used to when they pinned him down in a challenge. Now he feels rooted to the spot, waiting to see what you would do with anticipation rather than anger at being challenged. He no longer feels like you’re heeling him, like he’s nothing but dirt and grime underneath the tread of your boots, flesh that was torn apart and stuck between your teeth.

No. Now he feels like he’s been granted a fresh breath of air straight from your lungs.

And he’s reveling in it. He can’t help out but reach with itching fingers, trailing over the silk of your damp skin. The hitch in your breath he can fucking hear is driving him wild, the way you freely walk around like this when before it was all growls and threats if he even so much as managed a glimpse of what you look like underneath your threadbare clothing. Of the real you that hides behind the harsh persona and attitude you’ve taken on as a shell against the world.

He sees it now, as you let him trail his fingers up to the crooks of your elbows and tug you between his legs. His lips press to your skin, a groan escaping from his chest despite the pull in his shoulder muscles at the action.

The shift of the dynamic was sudden, brought on by seeing you in a new element. One where he was able to glimpse the person you used to be. And it had made his heart both stutter and ache. If you had crossed paths before the end of the world, you would’ve thrown him for a loop, stuck in his head until he carved out time to do something about it. But as the universe played it’s hand, he’s still crossed paths with you. That’s good enough for him, despite the biting words you used to mean as you berated him and bossed him around- shoved the barrel of a gun in his face and demanded what the hell he thought he was doing trying to edge in on the smuggling scene here in this zone like he owned the place.

Because he didn’t then, and he still doesn’t now. No, that’s you.

And he’s now the muscle in it, determined to do right by the situation. It feels good to step down, to follow the orders he gets from you or from you by Tess’s mouth. To just be a piece in the game he had been heading for far too long in far too many places and scenarios. It was nice to just turn off his brain and listen.

He feels much the same way now as he watches with a quick thrumming of his heart and blood rushing to his cock as you move to kneel behind him on the bed still in only your thin towel. Hands gently kneed into his aching muscles, and he leans into the touch. It was a good thing, he thinks, to have taken the time to carve that figure for you. A gift. A frivolous thing he wanted to give to you in the midst of chaos and too cold weather, the half-smile it brought to your face worth the effort of a new hobby he had dared to try.

When prodding fingers find a particular hard knot between his neck and shoulder blade, the moan he lets out pinches his face up in pain.

“Lemme get the menthol stuff, it’ll help.”

He watches as you strut across the room and disappear into the kitchen, towel now gone and all your skin on display. He feels the swell of his cock harden in his jeans and presses a palm to relieve some of the ache there too.

He’s always been the one to lead, to take charge but he’s thinking more and more that you like being that way. And his mind blanks as you stand in front of him with hardened nipples and a jar of homemade lotion that smells far too strong to handle at the moment.

When you upcap it, he reaches out to stop you. The puzzled look that has the hint of annoyance behind it has him rolling his lips, words stuck in his throat. As the silence drags on, you must see the way that his eyes are darkened by arousal and contemplation. But you don’t move until he manages to unstick the words from where they’re lodged.

“Just…not right now. Your hands are good enough, we can save it for another time, yeah?”

Without a word, you’re twisting the cap back on the jar and then pushing a small hand to the center of his chest.

“Then lay back.”

“What for?” He raises a thick brow at the command, ready to dispel whatever hesitation that lingers in his body.

“Gonna take care of you. You gonna let me?”

All he can muster up is a nod before he listens and does exactly what you ask of him. He lets go of everything, every thought and you take the reigns from his hands. The clink of his belt is loud, breaking the drone of the heater working in the corner and the sound of his zipper as him closing his eyes tightly.

“You gifted me something and now let me do the same. Just lemme take the lead, turn that brain off for a moment, yeah?”

Joel sighs out a ‘yes’ as he lifts his hip at the tap of your palms there, allowing you to peel the jeans and boxers from his legs. Goosebumps crop up at the cooler temperature, the heat of his hardened cock bobs against his stomach. He’s never been this way before. Not with you and barely with Tess, physical and sexual interactions always on his terms, on his conditions. Giving into you know feels right, he trusts you. Even as he feels the nip of sharp teeth on his neck before a warm tongue sooths it over.

“You can be such a good boy sometimes.” And the praise falling from your lips in a confident tone should irk him, but it does nothing but cause him to jerk below the waist and clench his teeth together as he feels it wash over him. It’s genuine, not teasing. He should know, because he’s normally the one praising you in such a manner. It’s a nice moment, he realizes, letting you take the lead. Allowing himself to fall into your commands in a less than serious way. In a more serious way. This is everything.

His chest heaves as you move down his body, the denim shirt he’s wearing unbuttoned as you go, lips trailing over coarse chest hair, the trail that moves down down down…

The feeling of him in your mouth is a heady sensation, it’s lighting up your body in hot sparkles that almost vibrate in intensity. The salty, musky taste of him on your tongue is one you would never tire of, even if he seldom lets you indulge him this way.

Down to his core, he’s a giver. He’s someone who gives himself to those around him and that’s obvious even in the bedroom. He always pleasures you, with his plush, delectable lips. His thick fingers and wide hands, the edge of his strong nose. The heft and feel of his cock something you crave just as much as he seems to be willing to sink into your pulsing heat at any chance he could get. It wasn’t just about fucking. Hell, it wasn’t even just about being fucked by him- it was something more. A man whose walls were built so high, bricks unsettling and gaps forming as you both share daily responsibilities and nightly routines. You were bonded.

But right now? He’s given himself wholly over to you.

His lips form a hard line as you nose along the leading head of his cock, flushed a pretty dusky pink, the exact same shade. But you can’t fight the frown that threatens to take over your own as you press your them to the slit to gather the pearlescent drop there, tongue peeking out to taste it.

“Lemme hear you, Joel.” That paired with the hungry way you swallow him down has him surging up with a strangled expletive followed by your name. After that, he hardly has any trouble letting loose deep groans and guttural growls as you take him back into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. His hips lift as you take him as deep as you can, leaking head nudging the back of your throat in the most delicious way.

It's dangerous, how powerful you feel right now. With Joel Miller loose limbed and compliant beneath you, surrendering to whatever you deem he deserves.

But nothing compares to the grip his hands form on your hips and the frantic look in his eyes as you straddle his thick thighs and sink down on him until your bottom is flush with them. Panting, you grind slowly, reveling in the feel of him deep and stretching you to make room for him to nestle. He’s hitting that sweet spot only he can reach and starts burst in the corners of your vision as you meet his gaze.

He’s never looked for open and recked, eyes blown own, breath puffing out in harsh pants, lips glistening from where you swear drool shines over them…

Tracing the bounce of your chest as you continue to grind against him, pleasure swathing you both in a tingling that crawls over every inch of skin. You clench around him, pulling a tortured sound from him as he fights off the feeling of bucking up into you. The shaking of his legs makes you feel pride spark low in your belly just as a flash of heat does.

“Hold on tight, I’m gonna take a ride.”

His head knocks back harshly onto the bed when you lift up and slam back down, eyes fluttering shut as all he does is hold on tight to your hips and lets you take care of him.

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don't, she's mine

simon ghost riley x reader x johnny soap mactavish | love triangle, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of blood/stitches | 2.2k

“Si, please don’t do this” You begged, tears daring to drip out with another blink. You slipped your hand into his, pulling on him to try and get him to come back to your naked form, into your bed. 

“Y/N, we can’t. It’s not appropriate, I’m your Lieutenant. This has gone on long enough.” Simon stated coldly. He refused to make eye contact with you, the mask already back on. You can tell he’s trying to put on a brave front, to keep his resolve. You know him well enough at this point to pick up on these things, yet it breaks your heart that it has come to this. That he’s treating you like you’re nothing special so suddenly. 

“Please. Please, Simon. Don’t leave me now”, a sob wrecking your throat. He turns his head at the sound, his chest throbs, but still he declines to meet your eyes. Simon gives you a soft squeeze of your hand, brings it up to his mask as if to kiss it lightly- then walks out. 

You’re left alone, as the dawn breaks through your curtains, naked, lonely, cold, abandoned. How could he just leave? After all these months, after all this time of getting to know one another, making each other laugh, fixing up each other's wounds and sharing beds together… He could just leave? 

Sure, he was hesitant at first about initiating anything between a Corporal and her superior, but he never let that stop him, did he? 

Not when he was holding your hand, leading you to his bed, his head between your thighs, making you cum on his tongue for the 3rd time that night. 

Not when he would corner you into the nearest bathroom, taking you from behind, covering your mouth so no one could hear your sounds. 

Not when he would moan into your kiss, holding your body close to his, murmuring “I love you”s.  

And not when he finally bared his face to you for the first time. The emotions, the love and the trust you could both feel between you. You felt bonded and you fell in love with each other. Rank aside, you were his and he was yours, you wouldn’t trade your Simon for anything. 

But now, it feels one-sided, broken, left to die. You’re embarrassed, disheartened, a thousand emotions from hate to adamant adoration for the man run through your head. 

You can’t help the tears that pour, your tense clutch on the pillow and your sobs sing you back to sleep. 

/

Two months later… 

It’s been uncomfortable to say the least. 

Although you’ve been able to avoid Simon’s presence for the last couple of weeks, you’ll still see him occasionally for training exercises, group meetings and when he wanders into the infirmary when he injures himself. Still, he never talks to you, meets your eyes, never tries to engage. All doors firmly shut on you it seems. 

His cold front put you off from any attempts to talk with him, and frankly, you were far too hurt to utter a word for fear you may split at the seams before him and fall apart. 

So, it was back to business at usual, pretending nothing ever happened, no one was none the wiser. You included, with the way Simon treated you. Might as well have never been.

You got word today that a soldier was called off training due to a pretty nasty cut and that he would be arriving shortly. Your breath always hitched when you never got the name, always anticipating it to be him. Yet you could never decide if it was out of hopefulness or dreadfulness. 

However your efforts were in vain when Soap, good ol’ Johnny, strolled into your station.

“Back again, are you?” You smiled at the poor man, rolling your eyes. 

“Aye, lass. Back just for your company.” He winked, his one hand clutching his opposite arm. You could see the blood leaking from the makeshift towel bandage. 

“Alright, alright, come in. Sit down, get comfy. I’m afraid this may hurt.” You grabbed your tools and a stool, getting to work on your friend. 

You and Johnny have always been close, he’s been sweet to you when others were short and demanding. Especially in the beginning when this position was quite overwhelming. But he was there to calm you down, talk, unwind. Even when he got injured like today, he’d come straight to you. Now, you were the only one he trusted to patch him up, his trusted Y/N. 

“So, what happened this time?” You inquired, slipping your gloves on and exposing his deep cut to the brisk air. He winced a little, discarding the bloody towel to the floor.

“Ah, you know, bonnie- I’m a little too cocky.” Johnny laughed slightly. “Thought I could dodge the recruit in time. Fucker got the best of me.” You gasped in reply. 

“A recruit, Soap? Oh, how old and slow you’ve become!” You jokingly exclaimed, he rolled his eyes but chuckled along. 

“Alright now, listen. It was two! What was a man to do? Say no to a challenge?” Johnny lifts his arms all fed up and you have to push him down. 

“Hey, I’m starting your stitches now!” You laugh, holding him still.

“Sorry, sorry. Can’t have the wee pretty nurse laughin’ while she’s tryin’ to stitch me up, might end up lookin’ like broken railroad tracks.” Johnny looks down at you, seemingly to test the waters. 

You glance up at him, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks. You can’t lie, it feels nice to have some attention after feeling like discarded garbage for so long. But you try not to let it get you thinking about that, about feelings, about him. You try to play it off.

“I’ll have you know I’ve got very steady hands, I’m quite the artist.” He smiles as best he can, while he braces himself for the needle. 

“You good?” You ask. Johnny nods back as you begin, using his spare hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Wanna hear a joke, lass?” A smile breaks out onto your face. 

“Alright try me, Soap. But no promises about your stitches turning out pretty.” 

“Well then-”...

Johnny tells you joke after joke, and you try your best not to laugh while stitching him up. But it keeps slipping out, the laughter, the joy, the compliments from him. 

And Simon hears it all. 

Walking by your station to get to Price’s office, he stops just before the doorway as to hear you. Your laughter, your voice, Johnny’s adoration… He lets himself peer inside briefly, only to see Johnny touching you, you stitching him up like you used to him, and your gorgeous, smiling face. 

It makes him feel sick, wrecked with jealousy and you don’t miss his form as he storms by your doorway. 

/

After Johnny was stitched up and good to go, your stomach hurting after all the laughter, he was free to go for the evening. He invited you out for celebratory drinks, but you declined. After some poking and with the knowledge the whole team was going, well- can’t really say no then. 

You got changed into something presentable and headed out to meet everyone. You had some nurse friends you could keep close to, but when you arrived, Johnny made sure to capture your attention. From a game of darts to more jokes, buying you drinks as a thank you, he was there. 

Johnny pulled you aside to an empty table after he noticed your enthusiasm dying down. He placed his hand onto your thigh, reassuringly. 

“Hey, you need another drink?” You quickly shook your head.

“No, I’m okay. One is enough. Thank you though.” He hesitated before prying further, taking a look around the room. A small smile creeped onto his face.

“Want to dance?” Johnny asked, an eyebrow raised. You immediately scoffed and he took note of that.

“What’s wrong with a little bit of fun, bonnie? Come on.” He grabbed your hands, dragging you to the dance floor. You could only go along and try to make the best of it. He’s sure trying, but all you could think about was Simon. You appreciated Johnny’s efforts to make you feel better, but you know who you really wanted during times like this. But the Scotsman took you out of your thoughts all too quickly.

“Watch this.” He whispers into your ear, bringing you in close. He places one hand on your hip and another in your hand. Immediately, twirling you around to the beat. You could only hang on in hope you’d survive. 

“Johnny!” You laugh, clinging to his hand and shoulder. He twirled and twirled you across the dance floor, everyone in the bar beginning to take note. Whistles and cheers were heard as you captivated the attention. 

Except for Simon. Simon who has been watching this entire time from across the room, not a second did he let you leave his sight. Simon who looked on with gridded teeth.

It was only when the song ended and Johnny dipped you, bringing your face close to his, did he react.

Without a rational thought in his head, he moved across the bar to you two. Johnny and you were inches apart when you both caught a heated Simon rapidly approaching in your sights. 

“Si…” You whispered instinctively. It was only now that Simon realized he was in front of you. The crowd silenced and slowly began to dissipate as you three stood still, gawping at each other. Johnny was the first to break the silence. 

“Well, well, well, Lieutenant. Do I have some competition here? Or-”

“Don’t, McTavish.” Simon boomed, and it was like a shot to the heart. Oh, how you longed to hear his deep, intoxicating voice again. 

Johnny pulled you up back into his arms and kept you there until Simon removed you from his grip, his hand in yours. Simon gave the Scot a menacing stare until Johnny put his hands up in surrender. 

“Alright, LT. Alright.” Johnny backed off to rejoin his boys. 

You looked up at Simon, his stare still on Johnny, insisting he stay gone. 

“Simon…” You whispered, gripping his hand tighter. Praying he would never let go again. 

“Come with me.” He whispered back, as he led you outside the bar for some privacy, his hand still in yours.

You two stood in the brisk, night air, facing each other but still he never granted you his eyes. It was all you had with the balaclava on. 

“Please, talk to me.” Your heart was aching, begging for any kind of balm he could provide. To finally have him this close again after long nights of crying alone, you need this. You need him. And if it's closure, so be it. But something.

Instead he let out a laugh. A genuine laugh.

Your face dropped and utter confusion engulfed you. 

“He did it all on purpose.” Simon looked up at you, stroking your interlocked hands with his thumb. You could tell he was smiling sheepishly through the mask. 

“Wha-?”

“Johnny. He did this all on purpose to get me to speak to you.” A huff of air came through his nose. “And it bloody well worked.” 

Realization hit you, and you let out a little laugh yourself. But you quickly fell into your thoughts.

“Wait, he knew about us?” You asked, holding eye contact with Simon, his gorgeous, gorgeous eyes.

“He figured it out. Said ‘I’ve been acting more broody than normal’”. You smiled briefly, before your moment of happiness turned into desperation and longing for the man before you. How you’ve missed him, craved and ached for him.

“Why did you ignore me?” You couldn’t help the tears that began to build up again. As they slipped down your cheeks, Simon moved his hands around your face, cupping your cheeks and wiping them away. 

“I thought it would be easier this way.” You quickly shook your head and he steadied you by placing his forehead on yours. 

“Please forgive me. I’ve made a fool out of myself. I thought it would be easier not to meddle our personal lives and professional. But it’s not, it’s harder than anything I’ve ever put myself through.” He tilted his head back to remove his mask, baring himself to you once again. Simon wanted to prove his sincerity to you, his love for you. Your hands flew up to his exposed face, your Simon, the man you loved. Finally able to feel his skin on yours again, refusing to take your gaze away in case he disappeared once more. 

“I’m sorry, lovie. If you give me another chance, I won’t mess it up. I know I don’ deserve you, but hell, I’d like to try.” He gave you a small smile and tried his best to push back the tears that threatened to erupt. You nodded frantically. 

Simon closed the gap and your lips met. He moaned into the kiss and his hands gripped your waist, keeping you in place close to his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening it, getting as close to him as you possibly could. 

You stopped briefly to breathe, and you laughed through the tears still falling down your cheeks.

“What?” He asked, smile still present on his face.

“So you were jealous?” You bit your lip. 

“Shut up”, Simon chuckled as he brought you into another kiss.

[heartbeatlicense]

all patched up

becoming infatuated with the infirmary nurse after getting socked in the face by your own teammate. just a regular ol' day in blue lock. wc: 0.8k

rin stepped into the infirmary with blood-stained tissues held up to his aching nose. he heard the sound of anri closing the door behind him as he looked up to see you sitting on a desk, writing something down.

both of you guys were very surprised to see each other, though for very different reasons. rin’s mind flooded with different questions. who is this? why is there someone about his age in the infirmary? is this the person who’s supposed to fix his nose? there’s no way.

you immediately stood up from your chair and walked up to him, staring at his nose.

“oh god, what happened to you?”

“i don’t wanna talk about it,” he grumbled. getting kneed in the nose by shidou was already humiliating enough. how was he supposed to share it with his supposed doctor who looked young enough to be his classmate.

“that’s perfectly okay. we don’t have to discuss it right now. just sit down over there.”

he sat down on the paper-covered infirmary bed you gestured to and eyed you suspiciously as you took some gloves out and put them on.

“you seem way too young to be doing this,” he said almost accusatorially.

“oh me? i’m just a part of a program my school is doing for colleges. i joined since i plan to study sports medicine,” you said as you moved your chair over and sat in front of him to feel the bridge of his nose, making rin flinch from the unexpected touch and slight pain.

“they really hired a teenager for this?” rin questioned, shifting his eyes away from your focused look on his nose. he tried to keep his focus off the unfamiliar feeling of a hand on his face as he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him from letting another person around his age do this. still, he complied, not wanting to inconvenience you or him

“hey! i’m very experienced in this, alright? besides, the person supervising me isn’t here right now,” you then leaned in closer to whisper, “and between you and me, this whole establishment here seems mad shady. however, it was one of the few places that were willing to pay me for this so i won’t be complaining.” you shrugged as you finished checking his nose, mentally noting his sudden quietness.

“ok so luckily, it’s only a minor fracture -i’m assuming from blunt trauma- so you’ll need to wear a splint for about a week, then you should be good to go.”

he simply nodded, staying silent as you rolled your chair to the desk to get some things out of the drawers. you then scooted back in front of him.

“ok rin, can you tilt your head back for me?”

he did as you said, feeling his palms getting clammy for reasons unknown to him. he instinctively squeezed his eyes shut in, anticipating any pain, when you pinched his nose's bridge to ensure it was aligned beforehand. the feeling of your fingers gently but firmly moving his chin back into place whenever he slightly moved was fleeting yet brought him an unfamiliar and uneasy sensation to his stomach.

halfway through, he opened his eyes to see your focused face working. he felt way too awkward to close them again so he was stuck staring right at you, unintentionally gazing at all your features. his overwhelming nervousness practically overtook the pain of the splint being applied and inserted into his nose.

“alright, there! you’re all done now and you’re free to leave,” you declared. rin unconsciously let out a huge sigh of relief before you stopped him from getting up.

“wait hold on.” you took off your gloves and pressed the back of your hand on his forehead, feeling an unusual amount of heat. “are you feeling feverish in any way?”

“no, i’m not,” he answered a lot more shakily and less audible than he wished. god, he really wanted to crawl into a hole right now.

“hmm okay,” you hummed to yourself while observing the flush on his face that he seemingly wasn’t aware of. you then took another glance at him and all the suspicion and concern instantly left your eyes, replaced with something else. a slight smile creeping on your lips. “oh i see… well rin, you can go back now.”

the sudden switch in your tone surprised him but he nodded and got up quickly to head to the door, wanting to leave before his mind could process all these feelings.

when he was already out in the hallway, you rushed to the door and called out for him. “wait, one last thing rin!” your voice made him immediately stop in his tracks to turn and look at you.

“next time, try to avoid picking fights with your own teammates,” you said with a knowing grin, watching the flush on his face deepen, “yeah, i saw the footage. good luck out there and stay safe, number 1.”

you went back inside the infirmary, shutting the door behind you, leaving him out and alone in the hallway. rin sighed and turned around, wondering how he was supposed to return with his face looking like this.

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happy birthdayyy to my beloved edgy bastard!!!! to celebrate, i decided to dig up this lil old prompt i randomly came up with about a month ago or so and finally use it.

[in1-nutshell]

Any mtmte (did I spell that right, I also want rodimus included in it) characters you want, I want to see the bots reaction to bot (gn) buddy that use (still is) to be megatrons sparkmate, and a gladiator before. 🫣 megatron and buddy still on good terms tho.

Okay... I had a bit too much fun with this one, so its a bit longer than what I usually do my writings. I used a different writing style than what I usually used too. If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy being Megatron's sparkmate (its complicated) that was a former gladiator with Rodimus Prime, Nautica, and Ravage

SFW, Platonic, Romantic implications, Pre-war Cybertron and Post-war Cybertron mentioned, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Megatron had met Buddy while waiting for his next match.

The two had entered a nice conversation before Buddy was called off to their match. That wouldn’t be the last time they would meet each other.

Megatron met Buddy again in the infirmary after a particularly brutal match. Both gladiators had to stay in the med bay for the night. That night was filled with much talking and laughter.

That’s where everything began.

So, the two gladiators began sneaking off to go meet each other and secretly watch each other’s matches.

Despite the circumstances, they made it work.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

“Right here Megatron.”--Buddy

“Perfect timing as usual. How was today’s match?”--Megatron

“Same ol’. Same ol’. What about yours? I heard through the guards todays was particularly spectacular.”--Buddy

“I… showed the crowd my panels.”--Megatron

“You have panels?”--Buddy

“Yes, I know it—”--Megatron

“And you didn’t tell me?! Now you have to show me them!”--Buddy

“Hush! You’ll give away our position!”--Megatron

“And? What do you think the guard will do at this late hour? They’ll be too tired to do anything, plus our biolights are on low. The bot wouldn’t be able to see our faces before he’d see our pedes!”--Buddy

“You know what they would do Buddy. You shouldn’t be so careless.”--Megatron

“Yeah, but still, I bet we can take them together. Assuming you’d be by my side and not using me to give you a head start.”--Buddy

“I would stay by your side, you know that.”--Megatron

“I know. You’d start panicking and worrying if I wasn’t around anyways.”--Buddy

“Maybe I should leave you.”—Megatron

“Oh, Megs, you’ve wounded me!”—Buddy

“But in all seriousness, I would come to you if you’d call.”—Megatron

“…Thanks Megs…”—Buddy

“Don’t call me that.”—Megatron

“Nah.”--Buddy

Buddy was there for many of his major achievements in and outside the ring.

They cheered for him as he basked in the energon of his enemy after a win.

They helped him continue his writing after Terminus disappeared.

They even had the pleasure of meeting his inner circle for the new Decepticon movement he was starting.

“So, this is the infamous Decepticon circle I’ve been hearing about?”--Buddy

“And you are?”--Starscream

“Megatron’s friend. I am a gladiator as well.”--Buddy

“Just friend?”--Thundercracker

“Yes?”--Megatron

“Well just hearing how much you talk about them, we assumed—”--Skywarp

“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first.”--Megatron

“Hey is that-- Buddy!”--Frenzy

“Rumble! Frenzy! Ravage!”—Buddy

“Looking good Buddy.”--Rumble

“What—”--Megatron

“How’s is your arm wound from the fight?”--Ravage

“What arm—”--Megatron

“I thought the guards caught you, guess you gave them the slip huh.”--Frenzy

“Guards?”—Megatron

“Oh, you know me. I never get caught!”--Buddy

“How do you three know each other?”--Megatron

“We met after some drunk bots started fighting dirty with us. Buddy in and used some of their signature moves to gives all a head start. We got some drinks then we split when the guards started coming by the sector.”--Ravage

“Never gonna mess with ya after that display. Truly an artform.”--Frenzy

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.”--Buddy

“Yeah, tell that to the other guy’s servos.”--Rumble

“Wait what happened to—”--Megatron

“ANYWHO! The triplets over there are Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker. Screamer’s the one in red, Warp is the purple one, and Cracker is the blue one.”--Frenzy

“Hello!”--Buddy

“Hi.”--Skywarp

“Buddy.”--Starscream

“Hello.”--Thundercracker

“The purple one over there is Shockwave.”--Frenzy

“Hello!”--Buddy

“Greetings.”--Shockwave

“Don’t take it personally, he doesn’t have his emotions anymore.”--Ravage

“Oh…”--Buddy

“And this is Soundwave!”--Rumble

“Hello!”--Buddy

“Hello.”--Soundwave

Through telepathy. “Really ‘just a friend’.”--Soundwave

Through telepathy. “First, WOW! This is amazing! Second, just give me a couple more cycles! I’m working up the courage… how often does he talk about me? Are they good things?”--Buddy

Through telepathy. “Too much its painful now. Please put us out of our misery.”--Soundwave

Through telepathy. “I hope so, if he does feel the same way.”--Buddy

Through telepathy. “He does, believe me. His thoughts if not thinking about this whole operation and his writings is you. Which is happening a lot more than usual these days.”—Soundwave

“Really?!”—Buddy

“You should hear the poems he thinks about you.”--Soundwave

“Umm… Boss? You’re not threatening Buddy are you?”--Rumble

“Negative. Simply having a chat.”--Soundwave

“Was it?”--Megatron

“It was. You seem to have a strong foundation, Megatron. And with all the followers that are going to come in, the Senate will have to hear you now!”--Buddy

“Hopefully.”--Megatron

“Don’t get so down in the dumps Megs! Have a little faith. A little faith never hurt anyone.”--Buddy

“…Maybe.”--Megatron

“See!”--Buddy

‘He is down bad for them.’—Soundwave and every Decepticon there.

Megatron was pleased to see Buddy get along with his colleagues.

A couple cycles pass he starts getting thoughts about the Conjux ritual. The bot that always comes into his processor is Buddy.

But would Buddy even want that?

What if they didn’t want that?

What if they just wanted to be friends or Amica?

After a few peptalks with Soundwave, he is ready. He believes he is ready to finally begin the first steps.

“Buddy.”--Megatron

“Hey Megs? You don’t usually come by this sector, you know there’s more guards at this time right?”--Buddy

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second, I know its… just meet me at the old oil house tonight.”--Megatron

“Tonight? What happened with next cycle? You already breaking tradition?”--Buddy

“Can you—”--Megatron

“I’m just messing with you Megs. I’ll be there.”--Buddy

“Be careful.”--Megatron

“Please Megs, I’ve never been caught, and I will not get caught. Don’t worry so much.”--Buddy

Everything was going to be all right.

Right?

That night, Buddy was an hour late.

Buddy was always a punctual bot, the most they had been late was a couple minutes late.

Worried, Megatron decided to take things into his own servos. He managed to sneak into their quarters the same route he had done multiple times before.

The entire place was stripped clean.

“Buddy? Buddy!”--Megatron

Silence.

“Buddy this isn’t funny. Come out!”--Megatron

Silence.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

He went to ask the bots in the next room, but no one was there.

The room was also stripped clean.

He went in a frenzy opening door finding the same thing in each one.

He would have been caught by the night guards, if it weren’t for Ravage and Soundwave.

They would later find out that the entire quarter of gladiators in that section had been relocated to another city. But the ship had been ‘accidentally’ taken down as soon as it took off near the city limits. It was clear as day that the ‘accident’ was planned, but no one would investigate a case of nameless gladiators.

There were no survivors.

“I am sorry Megatron. They are gone.”--Soundwave

“…”--Megatron

“Megatron?”--Ravage

“I need some time by myself now.”--Megatron

“…Ravage.”--Soundwave

“On it.”--Ravage

Ravage hadn’t felt such spark break than he had in that moment with Megatron. He and Soundwave had to break the news to the others when they got back to their makeshift base. There was a lot of shock and mourning that happened that night. Everyone tread carefully near Megatron as if he were a ticking time bomb.

Ravage stayed by his friends’ side for a good time before he was deemed fine once again.

Megatron was far from fine.

Megatron was near inconsolable at the beginning. He felt almost as helpless as when Terminus had disappeared. His old friend, Impactor, after hearing the news tried to get him out of this hole. He was lucky enough to get him out of his habsuite and back outside. He took him to Maccadams for a drink.

The rest went downhill from there.

Meanwhile Buddy had actually been transported to a different ship at the last second thanks to an error in the system that no one wanted to fix.

Buddy had been taken to one of the colony ships instead.

The ship set to go to Caminus.

While it was rough to adjust at first, especially after hearing what happened to their ship. Buddy quickly found some friends and began their new life on Caminus. They wanted to build a life on Caminus first and as soon as they got the chance, they would go back to Cybertron, grab Megatron and his friends and have them all live with them on Caminus.

Buddy met three bots named Chromia, Nautica, and Windblade. The three didn’t judge Buddy by their past and made it their goal to help Buddy adjust to Caminus the best they could.

Windblade would go more on the cultural and artistic facts about Caminus, a planet that made Cybertron seem very rough by comparison.

When Chromia found out about Buddy’s fighting career, she wanted to spar.

If it was okay with Buddy after all.

She was not disappointed with the new challenge.

She even managed to get Windblade to join in too.

Nautica was a bit intimidated by Buddy at first but quickly warmed up to them once she saw that Buddy wasn’t a bad bot.

Being the wall flower Nautica was, she didn’t offer buddy to go out in crowded places too often.

Instead, she indulged Buddy in her deep sea findings.

Buddy loved seeing their friends so happy.

They did try and find out more things about Buddy’s past, but with Buddy being vague with the details, they decided that if Buddy did wanted to talk about it, they would on their own time.

“You care to go on another sparring match Buddy?”--Chromia

“Since when have I backed down from that challenge Chromia?”--Buddy

“Well good luck you two—”--Windblade

“And where do you think you’re going Windblade? You’re sparring with us.”--Chromia

“But—”--Windblade

“Maybe if I join in, it won’t be so bad? I could use the warm up.”--Nautica

“Well…”--Windblade

“Well?”--Chromia

“All right. I guess—”--Windblade

“I’m on Buddy’s team!”--Nautica

“Nautica!”--Windblade

Buddy did try and call Megatron, he never answered them. They stopped trying after hearing all the atrocities he was committing on Cybertron. It soon became clear that the Megatron they once knew was gone and replaced with this… awful monster.

Between their work on Caminus and their free time, Buddy did try and keep tabs on Cybertron through the air waves.

Buddy decided to stay neutral for the longest time, not wanting to get involved with politics that no longer concerned them.

That was until on night they had been flying their personal space cruiser when they received a distress signal.

They turned to the signal and saw a red mech flouting around waving his arms around.

Buddy grabbed the mech and pulled him inside the ship.

“Wow, you look like a Sharkticon chewed and spat you out.”--Buddy

“Thanks…”—Hot Rod

“Anyways stranger I’m here to help you with some repairs.”--Buddy

“You’re going to repair me? But you’re a NAIL.”—Hot Rod

“So… your point?”--Buddy

“Don’t you guys hate us, for the war and all?”—Hot Rod

“Kid—”--Buddy

“The names Hot Rod.”—Hot Rod

“Hot Rod, I may not be associated with either of your sides right now or ever, but that doesn’t mean I’m some sparkless bot who’s going to let you bleed all over my ship cold and alone. Now hold still, I know how to repair most of this stuff with what I’ve got so let’s make it count.”--Buddy

“…Thanks…”—Hot Rod

“The names Buddy, Hot Rod.”--Buddy

“Buddy? That’s a… fun name.”—Hot Rod

“Yeah, yeah, it was supposed to be a mean nickname for me back in the old days for my ‘friendly’ personality, but jokes on them, I liked it better than my actual name, so I adopted it.”--Buddy

“Oh!”—Hot Rod

“So, what actually chewed and spat you out because these dents are definitely bite marks.”--Buddy

“It’s a long story.”—Hot Rod

“I’ve got time and enough fuel to get you to…”--Buddy

“Junkion—Wait you’re going to fly me there?”—Hot Rod

“Sure, I got free time.”--Buddy

“And you’re willing to help a stranger get to a planet near enemy territory? Aren’t you afraid of getting caught in the crossfires?”—Hot Rod

“Roddy, if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I don’t get caught. Never have and never will.”--Buddy

The two had a nice time together while flying.

When Buddy touched down on the planet, they gave him their personal commline in case he was ever blow up into space again. He smiled widely and waved good-bye before racing out to join his group.

Buddy simple took off feeling a bit lonelier on the ship than before. In small solidarity of their little Autobot friend, Buddy decided to get a small Autobot insignia on the inside of their arm.

Time skip after the war and Nautica and Velocity had joined the Lost Light.

Buddy was feeling a bit lonely on Caminus now.

Chromia and Windblade were frequently going to Cybertron now that Starscream had requested their help in speaking with Metroplex. How either didn’t tell Starscream that Buddy was on Caminus was beyond them.

Nautica did call every now and then.

Even Velocity had managed a call or two.

Mainly talks about the science staff and the medical staff on this crazy ship.

Buddy wanted a change. This ship sounded like the change they needed, at least for a little bit.

Buddy packed their things and left the planet on their cruiser looking for the star ship.

It took a while of flying before the giant star ship of the Lost Light came into view.

Buddy hailed in the ship and was received with a talk from the ship’s captain.

“This is the Lost Light. Please state your business.”—Magnus

“Hello, this the space cruiser 1232024, permission to come aboard?”--Buddy

“…You sound familiar. Who are you?”--Rodimus

“My name is Buddy—”--Buddy

“Wait Buddy?! Buddy from Caminus? Wow! It’s been a while!”--Rodimus

“I’m sorry?”--Buddy

“Excuse him, he might think you might be someone else.”--Magnus

“No, you patched up a red mech during the war with pieces of their hull.”—Rodimus

“How do you know that?”—Buddy

“Well, I would be a horrible bot if I didn’t remember who saved me those years ago in space.”--Rodimus

“Oh Primus! Roddy is that you?!”--Buddy

“Yeah! Well, I go by Rodimus Prime now, but yeah come aboard!”--Rodimus

Buddy was greeted by Rodimus and Ultra Magnus at the docking entrance.

Rodimus is pulled into an armor denting hug. Buddy is relieved that their small Autobot friend was okay after all this time.

A former Prime too.

Buddy shook their servo with Ultra Magnus and greeted him politely.

Magnus has gained a friend.

Magnus is going to treasure this friend.

Finally, someone else on this ship that knows decent manners!

“So, what brings you in? You need some oil?”--Rodimus

“No thank you, I’m actually here to ask if I could join you and your crew on your quest.”--Buddy

“Really!”--Rodimus

“Really?”--Magnus

“Yes! I’ve heard about it through some friends of mine that are crewmates of yours. Nautica mainly.”--Buddy

“Yes, you can join! Welcome on aboard. I can comm in Nautica if you want.”--Rodimus

“Oh, that won’t be necessary Captain.”--Buddy

“Why?”--Rodimus

“Well, it kind of defeats the purpose of surprising someone if they know what the surprise is.”--Buddy

“Oookay! I got it! Magnus!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus--”--Magnus

“Call in for an audience in the bridge. We have a dramatic entrance to make.”--Rodimus

Rodimus leaving to the bridge.

“I don’t remember him being this energetic. But he did have though injuries.”--Buddy

“Get used to it, as Co-Captain he loves his role.”--Magnus

“Co-captain? Is that even a term?”--Buddy

“It is now. And welcome aboard.”--Magnus

“Thank you, Ultra Magnus.”—Buddy

Buddy soon was with Ultra Magnus behind one of the bridges blindside chatting about stories that happened before Nautica came aboard.

Apparently, they were going to have a rather unorthodox travel. They started loving this ship more then before.

Buddy would sometimes slip a glance out from their hiding space to see the crowd of Bots around them.

A familiar purple bot caught their optics. Buddy couldn’t hold back the fond smile coming onto their faceplate.

But something else caught their optic.

It was a streak of black, but Buddy could have sworn they had seen that bot before.

“What are you looking at?”--Magnus

“I found Nautica, which is amazing and all, but I thought I saw someone else.”--Buddy

“Who did you think you saw?”--Magnus

“I thought I saw—”--Buddy

“Buddy?!”--Ravage

“No, that’s me, but—wait…”--Buddy

“Ravage what are you doing here? You’re supposed to wait with the others down—”--Magnus

“Buddy! You’re alive!”--Ravage

“Ravage?! Wow! I haven’t seen you—”--Buddy

Ravage leaping to Buddy’s face, but Buddy quickly catches him and keeps him at arms length.

“Ravage!”--Magnus

“Hold it Magnus. Ravage—”--Buddy

“We mourned for you! Do you have any idea what happened when you left? Where did you go? Did someone kidnap you? Tortured you? Put you in a stasis chamber? What?! What happened?!”--Ravage

Buddy pulling Ravage close to their chassis.

“It is good to see you, my friend.”--Buddy

“…I’m not helping you with what happens next when you meet him.”--Ravage

“Meet who?”--Buddy

“You mean they haven’t told you yet?”--Ravage

“Told me what?”--Buddy

“Who do you think the Co-Captains are?”--Ravage

“Rodimus and Magnus?”--Buddy

“I’m not a Co-Captain.”--Magnus

“Really? Because it looked like you’d be one of the bots in charge of things around here.”--Buddy

“I am, however, I am not the other Co-Captain.”--Magnus

“Then who—”--Buddy

“—and without further or do. Here is our newest crewdition!”--Rodimus

“I guess this is my cue. See you in a minute Ravage.”--Buddy

Buddy putting down Ravage down and walking to the main part of the bridge.

“Wait! He doesn’t know they’re here!”--Ravage

“Who doesn’t know?”—Magnus

Buddy turned the corner and saw a sea of bots looking up at them. They saw many curious optics looking over at their frame. The first thing they heard was the familiar sound of Nautica squealing. Buddy saw Nautica making her way up to reach Buddy with Velocity trailing behind her.

The second sound Buddy heard was a loud gasp next to them. Buddy turned and saw the last mech they would have expected being there.

Megatron, in all of his gunmetal glory, stood next to Rodimus. Optics trained on Buddy as Buddy looked back with the same intensity.

Nautica stopped seeing Buddy looking at Megatron like they saw a ghost…

Oh!

Oh!

This made sense now.

Buddy had always mentioned a certain gladiator back in the old days with much fondness. She always teased Buddy from time to time about the little love, but Buddy wouldn’t do much to say otherwise.

Of course, it was Megatron! He matched too many of the stories Buddy had told her from time to time.

She looked back at Buddy as she began moving forward slowly to the ex-warlord.

“Buddy? Is that you?”--Megatron

Buddy picking up the pace a little bit.

“By the Prime’s it is you! But, how? You’re ship! The whole thing had engulfed in flames!”--Megatron

Buddy sprinting opening their arms out.

Megatron reactively opened his arms out too.

Buddy grabbing said arm and judo flipping the mech onto his back with a pede on his throat.

“THAT WAS FOR NEVER ANSWERING ME BACK YOU SON OF A TURBOFOX!”--Buddy

“Woah!”--Rodimus

“Hold it, hold it!”--Velocity

“That’s kind of hot.”--Whirl

“Not now Whirl.”--Nautica

Buddy getting off of Megatron and single handedly helping him up so they could hug him.

“This is for…for…”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Megatron

“Hey Megs, I told you I wouldn’t get caught.”--Buddy

“I shouldn’t have doubted you, for a second.”--Megatron

“Finally learning your lesson?”--Buddy

“Maybe.”--Megatron

“…FINALLY!”--Ravage

“Yes!”--Nautica

“What. The.—”--Rodimus

“Rodimus language!”--Magnus

“I have a right!”--Rodimus

“Hey Buddy! Flip me next!”—Whirl

[solarisfortuneia]

wc: 680. the good ol' 'royalty x healer' trope. warnings: mentions of injury.

please, end me, the words were not wording for this one i give up hjsjsdh @xianyoon

you inch past the embroidered draperies at the entrance, careful not to make a sound. the afternoons at the infirmary tended to be slow, with the patients fast asleep after their doses of medicine, and you wouldn’t want to risk waking them up. there are lesser hells than the wrath of the head nurse.

but more importantly, you’d rather not bump into the court doctor himself. 

you knew he was well-respected, incredibly skilled, and very capable. every single patient of his sung his praises. you’d often seen him work from afar, and you agree with their evaluations; he was, truly, one of the best doctors in the kingdom.

but for some very peculiar reason, your heart never seems to settle when dr. baizhu is in the room. 

you can never pinpoint why, though. 

luckily, if your memory served correctly, the spare first aid kits should be in the storeroom not too far from the entrance of the room itself. it’d be a quick trip, you’d grab the supplies and leave a note, then make your way back to your room. in and out; no encounters or disturbances needed.

you swing open the doors to the cupboards quickly so that the hinges don’t creak too loudly, and start scanning the shelves for the familiar red of the pharmacy’s first aid kits. 

“may i ask what you are doing, your highness?” the sudden voice makes you jump, causing you to knock down a few bottles of disinfectant, along with some wooden storage boxes. 

you turn, sheepishly, thinking it was one of the nurses, only to come face to face with a man clad head to toe in doctor’s robes, green hair lit by the afternoon sun from a nearby window, glasses perched on his nose with his snake companion wrapped around his neck. oh, no. it's doctor baizhu.

your heart diverts from its regular rhythm.

“i’m just looking for a first aid kit,” you answer, after he tilts his head questioningly, his steady amber eyes never leaving your face. it is then that his gaze travels to the gash on your bicep, and one of his eyebrows quirks up. 

“a sparring injury,” you tell him, by way of explanation, as he sets the bottles back where they belong.

“i see. allow me,” he says, opening a kit and pulling out a roll of bandage cloth. “that wound could get infected if not taken care of properly, your highness.”

“it is only a flesh wound, doctor. i can handle it on my own, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself.”

“i insist, your highness.” he says firmly, with no room for argument. you acquiesce, following him to the washbasin. he turns his back to saturate a cloth with water, and you use that opportunity to take a deep, silent breath, willing your heart to calm down. yet the irregular rhythm still persists.

why am i feeling this way? you wonder, as he moves to clean and disinfect your wound. is it because he’s intimidating? maybe it’s the snake around his neck?

you make eye contact with the ruby eyes of the pale snake around his neck, looking curiously at you.

yeah, probably the snake.

his hand brushes the bare skin of your upper arm, a practiced, meticulous touch; he treats you exactly the same as he would any other patient, yet the momentary contact makes waves of warmth radiate down to your fingers. you look up from the floor, and his eyes lock with your own. it sends tingles down your spine, and you have to hold back a shiver.

that’s when you know.

oh. oh. it’s not the snake. 

the realization makes you freeze in place. you’re pretty sure he can feel the goosebumps running down your skin.

“be more careful, your highness.” he sends a slight smile your way, just a soft movement of his lips, and all you can do is nod in a daze.

oh, gods above. you have a thing for the court doctor.

[forabeatofadrum]

Ever After (5/21)

Notes: In this chapter, you notice that The Cooper Chronicles are a book series from the 90s, because there will be some ableist language and what not. Similar things will pop up throughout the fic, since, ya know, things didn't age well from The Cooper Chronicles. Good ole B.D. Dalton has declined to comment for now.

AO3 | S&C

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FIXTURE

Blaine’s life continues. His days are filled with practising alchemy in order to turn it into his Passion, prince duties, reading and meeting up with his friends. He knows that Kurt is still at the infirmary. The staff update him and his parents on Kurt’s condition, since the queen requested that. Blaine almost wants to tell the staff to stop.

But he is curious. He cannot deny that. Blaine tries to ignore Kurt, but he’s a fixture in his life now. Blaine keeps thinking about what Kurt said, especially when David sends him a bird with the first chapter of a possible book about Cooper’s life.

It’s terribly written, but that’s not the point.

Kurt’s healthy and all right, thanks to Blaine, but he’s still in the infirmary for his confusion. No one knows where he came from, so they also cannot help him get home. Kurt keeps mentioning names like New York, America, Earth, but Blaine’s consulted the huge digital atlas in the castle’s library and there are no kingdoms or empires or whatever nations that bear those names.

When Cooper and his posse visit home, he’s also told about Kurt.

“I can see if I can help him,” Cooper tells his parents.

“Please do. He seems to long for home, but we do not know how to help him,” the queen says.

So Cooper and his wife Arasha go to the infirmary, but he comes back later, looking defeated.

“Mother, I know it might sound rude, put to put it plainly, I think we have a lunatic in the infirmary,” he says.

“Oh my,” the queen gasps, “Poor man. I wonder what happened to him!”

“Did you use your magic?” the king asks.

Cooper nods.

“Of course I did, father.”

The king looks deep into thought.

“I was trying to find a position for him in the castle, so that he could at least leave the infirmary and start a life in Daltonia while we find a way home for him, but this changes things.”

“Can he live on his own?” the queen wonders.

“Mother, are you suggesting that we confine him?” Blaine asks. The thought makes him uneasy. Sure, Kurt’s words make no sense, and it greatly upset Blaine, but he doesn’t know if he agrees with Cooper’s assessment.

“Maybe. If it’s for the best.”

“The best for who?” Blaine asks.

Cooper sighs.

“Blaine, I have met many people who couldn’t be saved. I wish it weren’t this way, but some people cannot be left unsupervised.”

“And you think Kurt is one of those people?”

“He’s talking as if he’s from another world!” Cooper says back.

Another world? That does sound insane to Blaine’s ears. Even with Cooper’s All Power, which is the most powerful magic in the world, there’s never been a reason to believe there’s another world. This is the world. That’s it.

But Kurt mentioned places that don’t seem to exist. Did he make them up? Or does he believe them to be real?

Even so, confining him seems wrong. He just wants to go home, wherever that is.

“Father, mother, you cannot…”

Blaine’s father holds up his hand.

“We will not make any rash decisions. We cannot call anyone a lunatic and confine him without a proper assessment. That wouldn’t be fair. But we must at least consider it.”

Okay, so Blaine has time.

Time to warn Kurt.

--

“Blaine, what a surprise,” Kurt says, “It’s been a week since you ran out.”

“Oh. Uh. Hi,” Blaine says awkwardly, “Sorry. I’ve been busy.”

“Gosh, I wish that were me. I am bored out of my mind,” Kurt laments, “Nurse Marcus gave me one of those nifty digital books, so I have been reading. It’s nifty that good ole B.D. Dalton already came up with ebooks, in the nineties! But man, I just want to leave. But people seem to think I am mentally unwell or something.”

Blaine cannot argue with that. Cooper said it himself.

Speaking of…

“My brother visited you,” Blaine says.

Kurt laughs.

“Yup. That’s Cooper of Daltonia. He sold it. It almost makes me believe this is real, especially when he used that magic.”

“You still believe this to be a dream.”

Kurt sighs.

“Honestly, Blaine… I start to doubt it. I don’t think dreams can be this long. But what other explanation is there? I’ve been telling myself this is a dream to keep sane, but… I don’t know how much longer…”

Kurt seems really upset by this, so Blaine needs to choose his words carefully, but how can you be careful in this weird situation?

“Maybe… this is another world?” Blaine says, thinking about what Cooper said.

“Another world?” Kurt sounds sceptical, “Sure.”

“You don’t think so?”

“It sounds straight from a-” Kurt cuts himself off.

“From a?” Blaine prompts.

“A story,” Kurt says, voice strained, “From a work of fiction. Like The Cooper Chronicles.”

“But we don’t, uh, have other worlds.”

And Daltonia isn’t fictional, but Blaine keeps that comment to himself.

“True,” Kurt frowns, “There’s never been a multiverse storyline in The Cooper Chronicles, and boy oh boy, there are a lot of extras. But if it isn’t a dream, or a prank, then… a different world sounds like the most logical thing.”

Nothing about this is logical, but Kurt knows that too.

“Then how do we get you back to your world?” Blaine asks, “Assuming this theory is true.”

“I have no clue,” Kurt sounds defeated, “I guess we just need time to figure it out.”

But time is a thing they might not have. Everyone seems to believe that something is wrong with Kurt’s mind, and Blaine cannot blame them, he did so too (and still does, since all of this sounds too weird!), but that means that even if the king and queen aren’t going to immediately confine Kurt into a place for lunatics, it will happen. Every doctor or professional will say that something is wrong with him.

Blaine tells Kurt this, and he watches how Kurt’s face morphs from confusion to shock.

“They want to lock me up?” Kurt whispers.

Basically. It’s not the word Cooper and Blaine’s parents use, but yes.

“That can’t happen,” Kurt sounds distressed, but he tries to keep his face neutral so that the nurses or doctor don’t come asking what’s wrong.

“I’m sorry,” Blaine says quietly, “The Royal family can do these things.”

Kurt stares into space for a while, and Blaine gives him time to process this. After a while, Kurt leans towards Blaine.

“You’re Royal too, right? You’re Blaine of Daltonia.”

“Yes?”

“Then get me out of here. Now.”

[bruiserelliot]

I'm absolutely obsessed with the @professorhephaestus Solar Trials world and I love me some good hurt/comfort so I tried to do full comfort.

Context: the trio (Jenny, Teddy, and Eigan fought a big bear made of ice or something on Pluto and got good hits in and won but still got their asses kicked and this is some time after that)

Teddy groaned as he opened his eyes, trying to get his eardrums to work again. He could smell that really clean wood smell that came from the infirmary. Oh, that's good, ship was good.

Less good was the way everything felt heavy, just just really heavy and achey. And cold. Ohh, cold. Right.

Note to self: don't fight a space ice bear with a shit casting wheel. Bad time.

Any other note taking that might've gone on in his head stopped when a bright light shone in his eyes. He squinted at the person he could now see standing over him.

"Eigan?"

"I'm afraid not, Theodore, the prince is still recovering from your... unfortunate encounter with the Ursa Polaris." Teddy rubbed at his eyes, resisting the urge to groan again when he was finally able to get his vision to focus on professor Hephaestus. He looked... Weird. Like, less put together than usual. Course for him that meant a few locs out of place and a wrinkle or two in his fancy cloak, but like, Teddy could see it.

"You three, I take my eyes off you for a second and boom, gone. Off fightin a polar bear," a grumble came from beside the professor, and thankfully with a little less effort, Teddy could see captain Aubrey. "I'm glad you and Jenny noticed Eigan wanderin off but maybe next time bring him back instead'a followin him."

"Sorry doc, gotta do it, for science. No, woman, or martian left behind," Teddy replied, not bothering to sit up, or acknowledge the small smile Captain Aubrey graced him with.

Oh shit, no woman left behind. "Is Jenny-"

"She's fine, Teddy, pulled the two of you outta trouble with that cast of flame."

"Truly exemplary work," professor Hephaestus said. Teddy closed his eyes, ready for the inevitable comparison, but it didn't come. Small mercies.

He looked down at the thick blanket covering him.

"Thanks. That, that's good. Glad she's okay... Eigan's okay, right?" He fiddled with the blanket's edge.

"Eigan's resting up in his room. Finally got him to lie down," captain Aubrey muttered, sounding further away, then close again. "Stubborn kid didn't wanna leave you alone." He smiled down at Teddy and Teddy absolutely did not blush, no, no he didn't. Absolutely not. He was feverish, definitely feverish. Yeah, from fighting the ice bear.

"Theodore, I must commend you for your quick thinking in battling the Ursa Polaris," the professor spoke up. "A large, though admittedly ineffective casting wheel, was... Clever."

Teddy opened his eyes, blinking the spots away as he focused on the professor. Was that? A compliment?

The professor wasn't meeting his eyes, and his Rector crook was turning a bit in his hands. Shit was the prof being nice? Had he been worried? Y'know what, no, his head hurt too much for this, he was probably worried about Eigan and Jenny, and Teddy... Well he apparently did something right.

He could live with that.

"Uh... Thanks? I think."

"You're welcome. Kindly recuperate in a timely manner... If possible." Teddy raised an eyebrow as the Martian left, fixing his locs on the way out. Captain Aubrey chuckled.

"That man, I swear sometimes." He turned back to Teddy. "What he means is, ya done good kid. Feel better, and quit worryin us." He passed Teddy a mug of tea, helping the boy sit up. Teddy gratefully held his chilled nose over the tea. Thank god for Captain Aubrey, martian social skills were tough to decipher on a good day. Give him Dr. Aubrey's good ol' southern hospitality to smooth everything over any day.

"Thanks doc."

"Sure kid."

[amourlyns]

⠀ 「 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Johnny is determined to make you his, even if it takes some white lies.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Johnny 〞Soap 〞Mactavish + gn!nurse Reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀This is also on ao3 ➜    masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | JOHNNY WAS A SHIT LIAR, YOU KNEW that and he knew that too. The lengths he’ll go to see you were hilarious, you’d never admit that though.

So, when Johnny shows up to the infirmary with a paper cut you can’t help but sigh at his antics. Maybe if you kept up this front he would leave you alone. ❛ Ach, ya look s’pleased ‘t see me.❜

The sound of Johnny’s voice lingers in your head— his cologne seems to linger too. Damn, you needed him out like.. right now. ❛ You should just give it up, Johnny. Seriously.❜

He doesn’t of course, and you’re not surprised. He knows you don’t actually mean it, because if you did… he wouldn’t be here in the first place. Silence fills the space between you too. Then you break it.

❛ Just one date, just one and that’s it.❜ He accepts it of course, you finally peek out of your shell. Just a bit. And that’s all he needed. Before he leaves, you put a silly Hello Kitty bandaid on his paper cut.

❛ Well I’ll be damned. An ‘ol paper cut was all y’ needed, aye? Can I get a star next ? ❜ You ignore him for the most part, but he can see the small smile that creeps onto your expression.

You shoo him out moments after, and he raises his hand in a defensive manner. Giggling his way out of the infirmary… God, this was going to be rough.

YOU WERE DEFINITELY DRAMATIC… Here you we’re wishing that this night could last forever. Johnny was nothing but a gentleman to you.

But it gets worse, he was a damn good comedian. So funny in fact, it had you wondering why didn’t you go out with him sooner? Well, you were as stubborn as an ox of course. You could feel yourself twinge with a bit of pride at the sight of his Hello Kitty bandaid.. he kept it on?

He follows your line of sight and grins. The warm lighting against the setting sun did him wonders… he just looked so right like this. He was really good at picking places to go as well, almost too good.

He took you to this small botanical garden, then a local coffee shop now you were here, at some food truck with amazing street food. You also noted that he loved walking, not that you mind of course. It was better than being cooped up in the infirmary after all.

The sound of Johnny talking breaks your train of thought. ❛ Ay, I kept the bandaid. The boys teased the hell outta me. ‘S a nice reminder of ya though. ❜ Wow, he’s honest. Maybe too honest, because he’s making you more and more nervous by the minute.

Involuntary smiles and giggles are slipping out and your face is getting warm. Damn, he’s smooth. ❛ That’s sweet of you.❜ Why did you have the strongest urge to kiss him? You don’t of course, but you do feel the need to tease him a bit.

So you lean in, to him. And he replicates your movements, instead, you take a bite out of his gyro. A satisfied groan escapes your lips at the flavor and you’re left with a blissful expression.

When you focus on him again, you’re inches away from his face. Your gazes meet and you pull away. He’s speechless for the most part he couldn’t tell if he should be upset about his gyro and your teasing, or if he should be grateful.

He decides to go with both options. ❛ Cheeky, aren’t ya? ❜ You respond with a small smile, and a satisfied hum. You and Johnny to call it a night and head back to base.

Johnny holds the door open for you, ushering you in like some royal… it’s funny to be honest, it makes you feel special. He definitely earned the star right? Especially after today.

So you give it to him, placing it on his chest giving it a gentle kiss. And you end up giving him one too, on the cheek of course. You don’t want to get his hopes too high now. He smiles like a little kid who just got candy, all cheery and giddy.

You bid him farewell, and he does the same.

He was definitely getting another date with you.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 2 - Delirium

Day 2 here we go! Some good ol' fashioned Pilots era Jay whump! We all love to see it and I know you guys wouldn't expect anything less from me ^^

@splinnters here you go! Your second tag of the day!

Words: 2.3k

“Zane, we need more ice!” Cole shouted, hauling the large bucket out into the hallway. He didn’t want to leave Jay alone for too long, but he didn’t want to give Zane anymore to do.

The boy came from around the corner, looking exhausted but dutifully picking the bucket up to drag it back to their small kitchen. He didn’t know how many times they had already been through this routine, but he would do it again and again as many times as it took.

Cole rushed back into the room, frowning. “Kai-”

“I know,” Kai was biting his lip as he wiped the washcloth over Jay’s face. “I know, Cole. He isn’t getting any better yet.”

“Fuck,” Cole cursed softly. He went to the other side of Jay’s makeshift bed, a cot they had dragged in from the monastery’s small infirmary, and pulled down the sheet that had been covering the blue ninja’s torso. Jay whined, head twisting from side to side as Kai kept patting him down with the cloth. “Where’s Wu when you need him?”

“He’s always been like this?” Kai said somewhat bitterly. Cole bit his lip, remembering that Kai hadn’t been with them for very long at all. It had only been a week or so since they had retrieved their golden weapons, and pretty much all of their time had been spent trying to make sure that Jay’s brains weren’t going to melt out of his skull. Wu had left them a few days ago to travel to the tea shop and get Jay some medicine, but everyone else in the monastery knew that they were far from qualified to be Jay’s sole caretakers.

If he was being totally honest, Cole was surprised how willing Kai had been to help. The red ninja was at Jay’s bedside constantly, offering soothing words that Jay only half-heard and taking up regular shifts to keep watch. It must be the big brother’s instincts that came from raising his sister.

Nya came walking in with more chilled water bottles, setting them down on the floor. “How is he?”

“Well, he isn’t any better, but at least he’s not worse,” Kai sighed.

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do,” Nya said, biting her lip, and Cole felt his heart ache as she walked away. They hadn’t known each other for very long, but Cole already knew that she was going to be one of his closest friends. Maybe even a sister.

Kai got up to help Zane with the ice bucket at the ice ninja’s call, and he quickly passed the cloth over to Cole. Cole bent over the sick boy, grimacing at the soft wheezes that left Jay’s mouth through cracked lips. His face was flushed beyond a healthy red, making his light freckles stand out against his skin. The skin under his eyes was chafing from the constant heat, his forehead shining with perpetual sweat and eyelids constantly twitching as he dreamed things that made him sob in the middle of the night.

Jay cried out, and Cole was quick to pin his hands down when he thrashed. “Jay! Jay, it’s okay, it’s just me-”

“No,” Jay moaned, “no, no, don’t hurt them. Please don’t hurt them!”

Shit, this was going downhill. “No one’s getting hurt, Jay, I promise. We’re all safe, it’s okay.”

He was whimpering when Cole swept the rag over his neck. “Please, please, I’ll do better just please-”

“You’re doing great, Jay,” Cole assured. “I promise, you’re doing amazing. I just need you to be strong for me, okay?”

“Make it stop, please. It’s too hot, it hurts. It hurts-”

“Zane’s getting the ice, Sparky. It’ll feel better with the ice,” Cole turned his head to the door. “Guys! We need that ice!”

There was a loud crash and Cole could hear his heart plummeting until Kai yelled back. “We’re fine! It’s going to be a few minutes!”

“Alright, Jay,” Cole muttered, reaching behind the blue ninja and hauling him upright, “change of plans. We’re getting you a new shirt.”

If they had the supplies to change his bedsheets everytime Jay’s sweat soaked them through then Cole would’ve been the first one to do so, but they didn’t. Between the four boys in the house they barely had enough shirts to sub in and out. Cole tried not to focus on how sweaty Jay was, how much his soft skin was chafing against the heat or how it was hot to the touch. He quickly threw on one of the shirts Kai had stacked beside the cot, one of Zane’s, and flipped Jay’s pillow over so the sweat-soaked side would have a chance to dry. Jay groaned as Cole lay him back down, reaching out to try and grasp Cole’s hand with half-lidded eyes.

Cole hated how rheumy his brother’s eyes were, pupils large and unfocused as he slid his hand into Jay’s. “There we go. Is that better?”

“Are you real?”

The question threw him for a loop, and Cole looked at Jay with a strange look. “Yeah? I’m here, Jay. I’m Cole.”

First Master Jay better not be losing his mind on him.

“It’s not a dream?” Jay sounded like he was struggling to comprehend the fact that Cole was real and standing right in front of him. “I have friends? Brothers?”

Oh. Oh.

“Yeah buddy,” Cole said as gently as he could, “we’re real. Me and Zane and Kai and Nya, we’re all real. No dreams.”

“But nobody’s ever wanted to be my friend before,” and Jay’s lower lip was wobbling in a way that Cole knew meant he was about to cry, so he was quick to cup Jay’s cheek and press a kiss to his forehead. He had already known Jay for years, and physical affection was the quickest way to get Jay to calm down.

“Well, we want to be your friends,” Cole soothed, thumb rubbing against the dark eyebags forming on Jay’s face. “And I know this is probably really scary, but it’s going to be okay.”

Jay shuddered, eyes opening and closing rapidly. “I always asked Ma and Pa if I could have a little brother.”

Cole’s brain short-circuited. Why was Jay telling him this?

“They always told me that they were too old to have another baby,” Jay babbled, “that they were lucky enough to just have me. But-but I didn’t want it to just be me. It was lonely living in the junkyard, and I know it wasn’t their fault and I love them so much but there was no one to talk to and any kids that did show up just made fun of me and picked on me and wrecked my stuff and said bad things about us-”

“And none of us are doing any of that,” Cole interrupted, rubbing small circles on Jay’s chest with a gentle hand to remind him to breathe. “”You know who I am, right?”

His heart started breaking when Jay hesitated. “I’m Cole, Jay. I’ve been your best friend ever since we met Wu, you remember that?”

“Mhm,” Jay said softly. “I-I think so. He’s been training us, right?”

“Yeah,” Cole nodded, “and we’re pretty damn good if I do say so myself.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Zane and Kai finally, finally made an appearance, carrying in the ice bucket and setting it down next to the chair that Kai had been using. Cole re-wet the washcloth, making sure to drag it over Jay’s neck and collarbone. “Sorry for the wait,” Zane said apologetically, but Cole just waved him off. It wasn’t really that big of a deal.

Kai shoveled the ice into several plastic bags with his hands, wrapping each one in paper towels as carefully as he could. He placed one at all the appropriate places: one under each of Jay’s arms, packing on his sides and under his knees, even one between his legs. This was something they had done more than once, and while Cole didn’t entirely understand the science behind it both Zane and Nya had said that it was the right thing to do, and he trusted them.

“Jay, is that better?” Zane asked gently, pulling up a new sheet and a thin blanket over Jay’s torso. Jay was shivering, teeth clacking together and head twitching from side to side, but he nodded in response to Zane’s question. Kai brushed through his messy hair with his fingers, twirling Jay’s natural curls around his fingers and scratching along the boy’s scalp much like how Cole would whenever Jay was distressed.

“Has he always had curly hair?” Kai asked. Jay hummed, fully content to let the red ninja do whatever he wanted with his hair.

“Yeah, he just hides it,” Cole explained, wishing Zane good luck as he gathered up the used sheets and clothes to run them through the wash. Zane was pretty much the only reason why the monastery was still standing, because the rest of them definitely weren’t getting any of their chores done.

“It’s actually kinda cute,” Kai commented, “really fun to run your hands through.”

“Exactly,” Cole said, “that’s what I tell him, but he doesn’t like it when it’s curly. And it’s up to him how he styles it, even if I wish he let it out more often.”

“Cause people used to make fun of me for it.”

Both of the boys stopped, and Jay made a sound of protest when Kai’s hands ceased their motions. “Hey, that feels nice.”

“Sorry,” Kai apologized, starting to scratch at the blue ninja’s scalp again, “but kids used to make fun of you for your hair?”

Jay shrugged as best as he could while laying down, sighing as Cole pressed the cloth to his forehead. “They thought it was weird that I had red hair when neither of my parents did, and that it was curly, since curly hair isn’t common in the Sea of Sands.”

“Well that’s stupid,” Kai said, and Cole sighed as Jay let out a weak chuckle. “Your hair is awesome, bro.”

“Meh, it’s not that awesome. It’s just hair.”

“But it’s yours, and that’s what makes it special,” Cole said. And he was telling the truth; more than once he found himself wishing that he had hair like Jay’s, with curls that bounced with every shake of his head and that glowed in the morning sun with the sheen off fallen leaves.

“You guys are really nice for dream people,” Jay said softly, and the two of them froze again, glancing at each other. Kai raised an eyebrow, and Cole could only shrug helplessly in response.

Cole rubbed at Jay’s sternum. “Buddy, I already told you that this wasn’t a dream, remember?”

“That’s exactly what someone in a dream would tell me.”

“It really isn’t,” Kai deadpanned, pushing the short bangs out of Jay’s face as tenderly as he could. Jay leaned into the touch, reaching out with a shaky hand to grasp at Kai’s forearm.

“Help me sit up?” he asked, and Cole was all too happy to lend him a hand. Jay wheezed as Cole held him up, quickly sitting behind the blue ninja so Jay could rest against his chest. Jay sighed as his head was pillowed in the hollow of Cole’s shoulder, shutting his eyes and grabbing Cole’s arms to wrap them around his waist. Cole hugged him close, pressing a kiss to the back of his brother’s head and tucking the blanket around both of their legs.

Smiling, Kai rested his head in Jay’s lap. “This better for you, motormouth?”

“Definitely,” Jay whispered, already sleepy even though he had put in the most minimal effort possible. He yawned, and Kai was more than happy to kick his shoes off and throw himself on top of the two’s legs. Cole was pretty sure that this cot was not designed to hold three people, but oh well. Jay relaxed, soft snores filling the air as he went back to sleep with Kai humming quietly and Cole rubbing his back.

Cole said hi to his other brother when he came back and Zane raised an eyebrow at their new positions, although he looked relieved to see that Jay had fallen back asleep. “Is there a particular reason you are all snuggling?”

“We are not snuggling,” Kai said, affronted at the mere notion that he would ever be caught in such an embarrassing act as snuggling, “Jay wanted hugs, so we gave him hugs.”

Cole was going to say something snarky in response when his hands brushed against Jay’s bare skin under his shirt, and he had to stop. Was it just his imagination, or did Jay feel just a little bit cooler than he did before?

“One of you grab the thermometer,” he said quickly, pressing the back of his hand to the blue ninja’s forehead and cheeks, trying to get a gauge on Jay’s temperature. “I think his fever might be breaking.”

Kai snatched it off of the floor next to his chair, wiping the metal tip off on his own shirt and sticking it into Jay’s mouth. Making sure it was under his tongue, the three waited with bated breath for the dreaded beep, and Cole was praying to any deity above that his brother’s temperature was finally starting to come down.

“What was it the last time we checked?” Kai asked when he withdrew the instrument from Jay’s mouth. The boy barely stirred from where he lay against Cole, but Cole was happy that he stayed asleep.

“104.7, Kai,” Zane recited, and Cole was glad that at least one person in the monastery had a good memory.

The fire ninja’s face lit up in a delighted grin. “It’s lower! It’s going down!”

And all three of them cheered as quietly as they could, but they were still loud enough to attract the attention of Nya from down the hall, but she only joined in once they told her why. Cole could only hope that this was just the beginning of the end of this particular ordeal, and that they would never have to deal with a fever like this ever again.

[is-it-offwithyourhead]

Is it OWMH if I [ 3rd year Pomefiore student] accidentally convinced the Pomefiore housewarden that he was hallucinating this morning?

For context; it was an unusual morning for myself, and I happen to be late for setting up the daily announcement. So, on my way to the main campus; I head towards the kitchen to snag a piece of toast. Easy enough mission; nothing can go wrong. Until it does.

I'm standing in front of the refrigerator, looking to find an avocado that could top my toast. So, Housewarden Vil walks in while I'm distracted, I'm completely unaware he's on the other side of the kitchen. I don't think he sees me either. He's at the other fridge across from me.

He's got everything in the blender, all his fruits and veggies. I'm barely done cutting my avocado, so when the blender turns on. Your honor bare with me, I changed forms, and suddenly, I've flown my little raven self up into an open cabinet.

My feathers, scattered, Vil, absolutely startled, and more importantly, there's suddenly a mess in the kitchen. I'm too tired to realize that, one, it's just a blender and two, it's Vil. I'm instantly in fight or flight, so as a bird fae does, I'm ready to fly for my life.

I can hear Vil walking over and withdrawing his wand to likely apprehend what he assumes is a bird that happened to fly into the dorms. I refuse to get treated like a wild animal, so I brace to escape. The moment he opens the cabinet, I fly straight at him and daze him for a brief moment.

By the time he's recuperated from this maneuver, I'm out of the kitchen. Absolutely gone. But there's a new problem; I forgot my wand at the scene of the incident. Vil immediately asks me if I happen to see a raven while walking the hall, unaware that the creature happened to be little ol' me.

Obviously, I must save face. So I decided I must gaslight him. There's no other way. I retort to him with the most concerned look I could muster while walking back into the kitchen with him. "Perhaps you are feeling unwell, shall I escort you to the infirmary?"

This, it works. Now he's questioning himself. I could see it in his face; I have my wand in hand by now. I could see the feathers I left behind, and Vil seemingly remembers this detail as well. I have mere seconds to pull off a spell to make it disappear.

Somehow, as he turns, the spell hits the mess I left behind. This tactic, it works, I'm not sure where I disappeared, my feathers too, but that didn't matter. Vil looks at me, absolutely puzzled, then for a brief moment, closes his eyes.

He just dumped his smoothie and left to go to the cafeteria with me. We walked onto the main campus, and I even linked arms with him as if he could faint at any moment. Vil if you're seeing this, I'm sorry, my good friend, but my reputation was at stake. I'll take whatever jurisdiction the world will give me.

~ 🎤

[mr-crawlings-wife]

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This are the links I could get for the Schneider x werewolf reader fic I hope they work I really like those two fics

Thank you so much pookie 😭🥹 btw I didn't know what you wanted in this so I just went with how I felt.

Warnings: major cringe

Schnauder purely functions on a vegetarian diet, so when you guys are eating together, he cooks separately for you. Since he has noticed that despite however much you say you have nothing against vegetables, nothing makes your face light up as much as a good ol' stake does. ☺️

Once when you guys were in duel and you were so tired that, during your transformation, you ended up as an abomination between a human and a wolf. And not the sexy type.

It was like...you had your human head but werewolf fur, a tail but no hair, heels naturally raised and toenails sharpened, muzzle formed but still containing human nostrils. 💀

The tendons in your calf hurt so much that you immediately dropped to the ground and he had to carry you to the infirmary.

You didn't leave your room for two weeks after that. You were just too embarrassed.

Sometimes he brings it up whenever you're feeling insecure and says that if he can love you even when you look like that, then a few stretch marks ain't got nothing on him.

"Schnookums! :3"

":/ hey love."

":> would you still love me if I was a worm?"

:|

:3

-_-

:<

"yes."

:D

You probably shouldn't push any further.

He really likes to spoil you with stuff you've been eyeing.

But they're not always luxury items like handbags and jewellery.

Sometimes they're hunting gear. Or hiking stuff.

Things that would aid in the activities that you two like to do together. :D SO CONDOMS COUNT TOO

He really likes to do your skincare when you're in your wolf form. Like he buys balms for your snout and paw pads cause he likes that they're so soft and he wants them to stay pillowy soft and squishy.

Sometimes when you're bickering, he grabs any random long and slender item, yeats it into the horizon and goes "FETCH!!“

And your instincts kick in and you run after that item and by the time you've realized what just happened he's already running away

But also failing cause he's stomach is starting to hurt from so much laughing and he's falling over his ass like 😭

This man is so foul. He literally uses dog puns all the time when talking to you. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED WITH THE DAD JOKES-

Whenever you make ABO jokes he's really confused cause he doesn't know what that is.

"Honey are you my Omega? :3“

"No?? :/"

"How dare you say no to daddy alpha! 🤬 You're just begging for a punishment. You're getting spanked tonight kitten 😈"

"girl wtf-“

[thelampisaflashlight]

Job Assignment

[Since it's a gloomy, windy day here on the ol' homestead, I figured why not do something a little fun? Let's go.]

By some stroke of luck, you've landed a job at the abbey, only problem is your application got lost somewhere during an unfortunate incident involving the sibling of sin delivering them to the front office and a flight of stairs.

How awful.

But, fear not!

We've got more where that came from, so if you would be so kind as to fill out this new application and...

Once we get this all cleared up, I'm sure everything will be just fine...

[novaalexanderwrites]

Blood and Thorns Chapter 17 (Part 1)

Chapter 17 (Part 1): Consequences and Rewards (Read Chapter 1 (part one) here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters)

The authorities were called as soon as Marcus’ gun was shot. Servants ran in to see what the commotion had been to find Sapphire bleeding, Rosalind unconscious, Frigga injured, and Marcus in the centre of it all, shotgun at his feet. The magical light from the floor had faded completely, the chalk circle along with it, so the man’s guilt was easily inferred.

When Razi returned with the household nurse, Sapphire was promptly seen to and did not have lasting damage. She’d collapsed, and she’d need surgery, but she was strong enough to wait in her private chamber for the doctor. Rosalind, however, was immediately taken to the Thorneheart infirmary. Their condition was declining and their breathing was shallow. Once Rosalind was seen to under Marcus’ supervision, Frigga and Razi were also seen by the family nurse, but outside of headaches, some burns, and some stitches, they both were in good shape considering. Soon after, the authorities arrived and they had no choice but to take Marcus away with them. He had been the one to bring the weapon, and he made no attempt to deny it. Razi tried to explain to the guard captain Marcus had saved them and Sapphire had attempted to murder Rosalind, but, with the promise that Rosalind would be properly looked after, Marcus went with them. The family’s physician was brought in immediately and stabilized Rosalind. He also saw to Sapphire and confirmed the family nurse’s diagnosis. She would need surgery to extract the projectile, but would be alright to stay in the bedchamber where the authorities confined her, a guard stationed outside her door. Once she was well enough, she would likely be taken into custody, but until then she would remain under lock and key. Frigga and Razi were questioned. The head of the guard interviewed both of them separately, though Frigga wasn’t much help. The events of the evening were cloudy. She remembered casting the circle with Rosalind and being discovered by her aunt. She remembered being attacked and after that details were foggy. They had succeeded, and Frigga scarcely believed it. She even had her magic intact! But Rosalind said there would still be some effect on her, she just couldn’t figure out what had changed. Razi was not shy with details in her own chat with the guard captain. She remembered quite a lot, which was surprising considering she’d been assailed and knocked out at the beginning of the encounter. But she wasted no time in throwing Sapphire to the dogs, providing graphic and intricate detail about every assault she could recall. Once they were both finished their talks with the captain of the guard, Frigga and Razi sat together in Rosalind’s room, watching as the Thorneheart staff attended to them. They were covered in welts and burns, their neck was bruised, their hands and arms were shredded. “They’ve a cracked rib and arm also,” said the nurse as she finished taking their pulse again. “Likely will need heavy pain medication upon waking which was not at all certain an hour ago.” Frigga stared at Rosalind’s sleeping face as her tears welled up. “I don’t know what I’d have done,” she choked, and Razi gently rubbed the witch’s back in comfort. Frigga sat next to Rosalind and her love stood behind her. The nurse, a young woman with black hair pulled back into a neat bun and an apron that was just a bit stained noted Rosalind’s pulse on her clipboard. “I doubt they’ll be able to talk much either.” “Not that that’ll be much differen’ than usual,” Razi said. “Goldie’s the talker. Prolly talks enough for two.” Frigga peered over at the nurse’s notes. “I wonder how Marcus found out.” “Lucky ‘e did,” Razi replied. “I would’a definitely been next on your ol’ lady’s list. I was just comin’ to when he shot her.” The nurse looked at Razi with a concerned expression. “You were knocked out, right? Did someone look at you?” “Oh, yeah, I got checked.” “The shotgun didn't wake you up?” Frigga asked, looking to her love.

Razi shook her head and then immediately winced, a palm covering her eyes. “Nah, I was about to try an’ get up, but I don’ know how much good I’d’ve been.” A knock at the door announced the physician. “Miss Thorneheart?” he said as Frigga turned to look at him. She tried to stand when he held out his hand, “No, please, sit. You both should be resting too.” He pointedly looked at Razi who did nothing in reply, ignoring his admonishment. “I just needed to let you know that your aunt is stable and will be fine.” “Shame,” Razi muttered, earning the doctor’s obvious disapproval. “Thank you,” Frigga answered with genuine relief. “You said earlier she would need surgery?” “Yes, I’ve booked her in for my first available slot. She’ll be fine until then, I think, but she’s not allowed to move too much. Now, your nurse gave you a look over, but I’d like to double-check.” Frigga submitted to his examination which was certainly more invasive than the nurse’s had been. Lights were shone in her eyes, her head rotated in all kinds of uncomfortable ways, and the cut on her arm was stitched up with practiced easiness. Razi hesitantly submitted to a second examination as well. “You both have mild concussions,” he dryly stated. “But rest and taking it easy should be sufficient. If you notice your symptoms worsening, headache, memory issues, fatigue, et cetera, you can call for me and I’ll come straight back. I’ll need to see you in about a week anyway for those stitches, Miss, and I’ll be back tomorrow when the young Master wakes, but don’t wait if you notice anything amiss with your head.” “Thank you, doctor,” Frigga said as she stifled a yawn. “And thank you for taking care of my aunt and Rosalind.” “Not at all, I’m glad to be at your service,” he replied as he gathered his tools back into his bag. “See you tomorrow, or I guess, later today.” He left the room, shown out by Gertrude. When the door closed, Frigga started sobbing, the weight of the night bearing down on her. Razi immediately wrapped her arms around Frigga who responded by returning the embrace. “Everyone’s fine,” Razi comforted. “You’re fine, I’m fine, Vampire’s fine, we’re gon’ be free soon, Frigg.” Frigga nodded, burying her face in Razi’s chest. “Yes,” she breathed, but still couldn’t let go of the nagging feeling something was wrong. She knew Rosalind was right, something was different but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But it could wait. Frigga and Razi were too relieved and exhausted to bother cleaning themselves up too much, or even getting into bed properly. They fell asleep on top of Frigga’s bed still in their clothes, holding each other tightly.

Frigga was stirred the next morning by Doris’ knock at her door. She usually was awake before her breakfast made it to her room, but this morning she found her arms and legs sluggish. She moved to rise but was immediately tugged back down by Razi who was starting to wake as well, and the woman nestled in close. Frigga didn’t have the heart to separate from Razi, but she also needed to help Doris in with the tray. “Raz,” Frigga whispered, “I need to-“ “Nah,” Razi mumbled. “Y’don’ need to do nothin’.” “Eat?” Razi grunted. “I guess tha’s a thing we gotta do, you’re right.” Frigga sleepily giggled. “I have to let Doris in, then.” “S’long as you come back right away.” “I promise,” Frigga murmured, placing a kiss on Razi’s forehead who winced slightly before releasing her captive. Frigga slid from the bed and whined as her head throbbed. She shuffled to her door and opened it, letting Doris in. “Good morning, Doris,” she greeted sleepily. “Just by the bed is fine.” “Oh!” the attendant exclaimed causing Razi to groan and cover her head with a pillow in protest. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I wasn’t aware you had company, Miss Thorneheart.” Frigga doubted that. “Not a problem.” The servant placed the tray on the bedside table and curtsied, though Frigga didn’t miss the glint in her eye. “I’ll go fetch another, if you’d like.” “Yes, please,” Frigga replied as she crawled back onto her bed and gently pried her pillow from Razi’s grip. “And if you can keep the door open a little so I don’t have to get back up, I’d appreciate it. I’m not well, this morning.” “Yes, Miss Thorneheart.” Doris scurried out of the room as quickly as if her skirts hems were on fire. “Congrats,” Razi moaned beside her. “The entire town knows in an hour, two if we’re lucky.” Frigga chuckled as she plucked a bowl of apple slices off the tray to nibble at. Her hands felt heavy and slow, like they weren’t quite getting her commands right away. She was probably just tired. “It’s fine. It’s not important anymore. Here,” she offered Razi an apple slice. Razi took it and ate it in a single bite. “Lemme guess, apples an’ toast?” “And a side of yogurt.” Razi snorted. “Guess they weren’t told I was fired. Tha’s what they usually do when they gotta throw breakfast together in a rush.” She slowly sat up, her eyes screwed closed. Frigga reached a shaking hand to rest at the base of Razi’s head and focused her magic, directing healing energy into it. She didn’t have a lot of energy to spare, but Razi was clearly in a lot of pain this morning. The moan of relief that escaped the woman made the struggle worth it. “Better?” “Yeah, a bit. Still got it, but s’less now,” she mumbled as she stole another apple slice. Razi then leaned over and placed a smiling kiss to Frigga’s shoulder, her hand covering the witch’s playing with Rosalind’s corded crystal that still hung around her neck. “Good mornin’, beautiful.” Doris brought up a second tray a few minutes later as well as a pot of tea large enough for two people to have multiple cups. She set the tray down in front of Razi with a sanitized and entirely too innocent, “I suppose you won’t be working today, Wood?” Razi levelled a tired glare at her but Frigga rescued her. “Razi resigned yesterday, so no.” Her brows quirked but the attendant’s face remained carefully neutral. “Oh, I see. Shall I inform the rest of the staff for you, then?” “Like you need my permission,” Razi replied flatly. “You’ve already blabbed for sure.” Frigga chuckled and rubbed at the hand that was tingling somewhat painfully. “Yes, Doris, if you could inform…” Frigga blanked. She couldn’t for the life of her remember the head of staff’s name. She looked at Razi, her brows knit tightly. “Um, Raz?” Razi looked to the witch with a puzzled frown and watched as Frigga floundered. She seemed to be making a calculation before offering, “Gert?”

“Yes!” Frigga breathed, still unnerved by her sudden amnesia. She looked back at Doris, smiling to conceal her alarm. “Yes, let Gertrude know for us, I’d appreciate it. And I won’t need help dressing this morning.” Doris curtsied again. “Yes, Miss Thorneheart, I’ll come up for your trays in an hour, then.” She left, leaving Razi and Frigga blessedly alone. Frigga looked back at Razi who was looking at her grimly. “What was tha’?” “What?” “You forgot Gert’s name?” Frigga looked away from Razi to hide her embarrassment. “No, I didn’t forget. It just escaped me for a minute.” “Right,” Razi did not sound convinced but continued picking at the tray Doris had brought for her. “Didn’ the doctor say somethin’ ‘bout memory loss?” “He did. Maybe that’s all this is and it’ll go away.” Razi didn’t respond to that, opting instead to turn the conversation to a lighter topic for the remainder of breakfast for which Frigga was grateful. The two of them ate at their leisure, though a bit faster than maybe the would have; Frigga was anxious to check in on Rosalind. The witch finished eating and went to her wardrobe to pick something out. That was new, she usually just put on whatever was chosen for her that day, but now she stared at the wardrobe, unsure what to do. Frigga ran her hands over the options and winced as her headache began screaming again. How do people do this every day? The fabrics all blended together, she tried to remember which dress was which, but, strangely, that knowledge alluded her. Surely she wasn't this inept at dressing herself? Surely she wasn’t this helpless? But as she stood in front of all these options, a haze paralyzed her. She tried, really tried, but she couldn’t pick something. Razi made her way over. “You alright?” she asked, concern evident by the woman’s tone. Frigga shook her head. “Yes, I just… I don’t know, I guess. Maybe I’m still shellshocked from last night.” “Grab somethin’ comfortable, we’re probably not goin’ anywhere today.” Comfort, something Frigga could focus on. She picked a simple, loose-fit blue dress, something she could easily do up herself, even if her hands weren’t co-operating for some reason. She’d worn it a hundred times, it was familiar and comforting. It also had pockets which was nice. The two women brought Frigga’s clothes into her bathroom and started the process of cleaning Frigga up; she was desperate to wash the terror and violence off of her, to feel the water carry away the horror from the night before. The bath was short and pragmatic, but it was still nice to spend time getting clean with Razi. Once bathed, dressed, and wounds re-wrapped, Razi had Frigga sit at her dressing table and stood behind her, running her fingers through the hoard of red curls. “I asked Doris to teach me,” she said. Frigga noticed Razi’s hands moving with more confidence than she had the week previous. Her chest filled with warmth and she relished the feeling of the woman’s hand in her hair. “I’m impressed.” “Don’ be, I’m still not great. But at least I kinda got a better grip on it now.” “At least you know how to take a bath on your own,” Frigga muttered, bitter at how much help she’d needed. “Hey, don’t do tha’,” Razi said with a command that demanded Frigga’s attention. “And besides, I’ll be happy to help you with bath and your curls as much as y’need.” Frigga looked up at her in the mirror. Of course she was used to someone doing her hair but… This felt different, more intimate, Razi’s hands were stronger but less practiced. It warmed Frigga’s heart, reminded her of how her love had taken care of her these last few months. “Thank you, Razi.” Razi tied off the braid and pressed a kiss onto the top of Frigga’s head. “Of course, Princess.” The title was usually for teasing, but there was no teasing today, just fondness.

They went to Razi’s room so she too could briefly wash up and find a change of clothes. While she was changing Frigga noticed the rosewood block from the arcane supply shop on the table by Razi’s armchair. Whatever she was working was small but nowhere near finished. Once Razi was freshened up, the two made their way to see Rosalind, hand in hand. The nurse informed them as they entered the room that the young Head of Household was still unconscious and hadn’t woken up at all in the night. Their bandages had been refreshed and their left arm was wrapped more securely due to the break. Frigga’s heart broke seeing them in such a horrible state, and guilt threatened to overtake her. She took off the corded necklace they’d put on her the night before and slung it over Rosalind’s head to rest on their neck before she sat at their right side and gently took hold of their hand. “Wow.” Razi mumbled taking in the gravity of their condition from her spot standing behind Frigga. “That’s… just, wow.” Frigga nodded, and they sat in silence. The nurse came in once to check in, but there was no sign of change. Eventually there was a distant knock on the home’s front door and Razi went to investigate leaving Frigga alone. She rubbed Rosalind’s hand with her thumb gently and took in a deep breath. How had she gotten off so easily and they had not? It wasn’t fair. She tried to push the guilt down, Rosalind had volunteered and prepared themself for this possibility, she should respect their choice. But it didn’t matter, she had put them in danger, they were suffering because of her. Before she could ruminate further, the door opened. Razi had returned with a guest. Frigga jumped up and rushed to him, meeting him in a warm hug. “Thank you, Marcus, how did you know we needed help last night?” Marcus gave her a quick squeeze before stealing the spot she’d been sitting in and grabbing Rosalind’s hand. He was a mess, his mascara smudged into rings around his eyes and a few streams on his cheeks from tears he hadn’t managed to wipe away. His skin was paler than usual and his eyes darker. “I had a feeling,” he replied with a hoarse voice barely resembling his own, “when your aunt said you were sick. Ros was scared of something yesterday morning too, so when you weren’t at dinner, I figured you guys were doing something. How are they?” Frigga put a hand on Marcus’ shoulder comfortingly. “They’re alright, the doctor says my aunt nearly killed them but, because you showed up, they will recover.” Marcus pressed his forehead to Rosalind’s hand, and a shuddering sigh escaped. “I had to get back, I can’t fucking believe this.” “Thought you were arrested,” Razi questioned as she shoved her hands in pockets. “No, my dad knows the captain and Frigga vouched for me. I did what they wanted but…” He didn’t finish his statement, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back the tears he was obviously fighting. Frigga placed a hand on his shoulder gently. “They’re alright, Marcus. They’re going to be fine.”

Marcus lost his battle and broke into tears, sobbing into Rosalind’s bed and bandaged hand. Cuts and scrapes were mostly dressed but a few of the more superficial ones on finger tips poked out from dressings. Razi and Frigga found other seats and stayed with Marcus for a while. The three were mostly silent, though Marcus asked them for more details about what had happened. The women were pulled away to deal with the authorities again shortly after Marcus arrived, so they left him alone. The nurse or a servant would drop in periodically to check if Rosalind was awake or if Marcus needed something, but nothing changed. At some point he did ask for someone to send his father a note on his behalf, but eventually Marcus drifted off, leaning on the bed. He hadn’t slept all night and, while he was a night owl, he usually followed his late nights with late mornings. But he never let go of Rosalind’s hand.

[t1tlessm4yhem]

Bloody Lavenders

WHT Medic OC X Admin OC

Angst

Lore for OCs

Overseer, or Olivia Medrea, used to be such a kind person. Such a sociable girl… But that changed when her relationship with a certain Medic was ruined.

Albuterol, or Jeniv Pelynska, is her ex-boyfriend. Ex because he hurt her in a way that’s stuck with her.

-

Overseer was currently sitting in WHT’s infirmary, smiling at Albuterol as he worked. She bit the end of her pen, enjoying watching him. He turned and smiled back at her, the German enjoyed her company. Their relationship’s sweet, sickeningly so if I will say so. They were so good together.

The girl looked down at her clipboard, drawing little hearts around Albuterol’s name. It was sickening how in love she was with him…

Days go by and everything’s fine…

But…

Jeniv seems distant…

Olivia, of course, picks up on it. She confronted him about it, but he denied and denied and denied… Overseer was watching him, seeing as he interacted with the other members of his team. Nothing out of the ordinary besides that he’s distant to her…

Overseer walked over to him and touched his forearm when he wasn’t tending to anyone. His reaction was immediate, “LET GO OF ME, HURE.” Jeniv snapped, pulling away from her. Olivia’s eyes widened, realizing that this isn’t her Albuterol. She backed up, eyes wide.

That should’ve been her first sign to get out.

But she didn’t listen.

Everything went to shit one day, it wasn’t the same after that.

Overseer walked in and noticed that the infirmary lights were off, “Jeniv?” She called out, feeling around for the light switch. She eventually found it and flicked it on.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw him. Albuterol was on the floor, murmuring in German. His rebreather was on the ground by his hand, his mini mirror shattered by his other hand. Olivia was so concerned.

“Jen?” She called again. But still, no response. Carefully, she walked over, putting her hand against his shoulder.

The reaction she got stuck with her.

Albuterol’s eyes were bloodshot and he looked feral. He rose slowly and got to his feet, smiling at her. Overseer realized he finally went off the deep end and took a step back, but it wouldn’t help her now.

His hand snapped around her neck, raising her off the ground. No, no, no, no no! This can’t be happening, can it? This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Olivia looked down into his crazed eyes, “Al… bu… ter… ol…”

Even with the whispering of his name, she couldn’t get him to snap out of it. Albuterol threw her into a wall, her head collided first before the rest of her did. Glasses slightly sideways, her vision was blurred either way. Overseer looked up at him, seeing double. He said something she couldn’t hear over the ringing in her ears…

And then he grabbed a textbook. Jeniv started to beat her midsection with that very textbook. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

Buttons flew off her shirt, opening it just from the movement of the book against the material. Olivia cried out with each hit, each hit continuously digging her body, each hit making it worse. Blood accumulated on the white of the textbook and on Albuterol’s hands, but he didn’t care.

Overseer was desperate, desperate to get free. And so she stabbed him in the forearm, right at the pulse point, with her pen. The force of it was enough to drive through, she could hear it hit bone.

The cry that left Jeniv’s lips was satisfactory to the semi-conscious woman. She got up hurriedly, not caring for the blood dripping down and staining her pants.

But she ran. She ran for ages.

And a week later, her injury was bandaged up and she was supposed to be headed to a meeting.

But she got stopped in the hallway by someone…

One of her coworkers.

[the-red-spark]

Starshot!🌀: just ignore the headache~ now let's get some good ole revenge, a little birdie told me that one of your siblings is in the infirmary~ should be easy to pick that one off~

Alright, then. Let's go. Wouldn't be surprised if its Curious.