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Chapters: 3/? Direct Link to Chapter 3: Here Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Story Summary: When Joaquín is kidnapped by Sidewinder and SERPENT, who intend to use him as a lynch pin to lure Captain America to his death, Sam and Bucky must race against a 24 hour clock to figure out where Joaquín is being held, and find a way to rescue him before it's too late. Relationships: Joaquín Torres & Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes & Joaquín Torres, James "Bucky" Barnes & Joaquín Torres & Sam Wilson Characters: Joaquín Torres (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sidewinder - Character Additional Tags: Kidnapped Joaquín Torres, Kidnapped, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Protective Sam Wilson (Marvel), Protective Bucky Barnes, Serpent, Joaquín Gets Kidnapped, Sam and Bucky Freak Out, hurt Joaquin Torres, Joaquín Torres Whump, Worried Sam Wilson (Marvel), Worried Bucky Barnes, Joaquín Won't Go Down Without a Fight1 Chapter Summary: Joaquín attempts to recompose himself in the wake of the hostage video, and tries to figure out what he can do to beat the clock, and escape before Sam does something drastic.

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Close Calls Ch. 2

This is the last chapter of this but I may do more of this au in the future! Also please don't judge me for my accuracy lol. I only did surface-level research on wounds and infections :')

Description: The infection grows more serious, and Virgil has to drag Roman to the clinic before it gets any worse. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite succeed. In other words, Roman is stubborn, Virgil is tired, and everything goes wrong.

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Warnings: panic attack, injuries mentioned, infections, homophobia menntioned, crying (let me know if I missed something or if you want something tagged!)

Word Count: 5,360

Chapter 1

The next day, I woke up a bit late, and, after hurriedly getting ready, began my duties as usual hoping Logan wouldn’t notice I was late. Logan was already in the clinic, as always, but this time Lord Patton was there as well. Thankfully, his presence saved me from a lengthy lecture. Patton was a well-known Lord in the castle, famous for his kindness and friendliness. Plus, he and Roman were pretty close as far as I could tell. Well, as close as a visiting Lord and a prince who only saw each other in formal spaces could be, I guess. They seemed to get along well is what I’m trying to say. Everyone at the castle loved him, though to be honest. Recently, I’d noticed he’d been visiting the castle more frequently and staying for longer periods of time, making a point to visit the clinic and say hello when he did. It had gotten to the point where he insisted that I call him Patton and drop the formalities while we were in the clinic. Logan had seemed to drop the formalities with him long ago.

“Um, good morning, my Lord,” I greeted Patton, still not quite being able to break the habit quite yet and trying to run a hand through my hand to make my bedhead more presentable. What so sue me, I didn’t have time to fix it that morning. I’d been up all night worrying about a certain prince.

“Oh, hi, Virgil! Good morning!” Patton grinned brightly. Ugh, how did he have so much energy so early in the day. I’d never understand morning people.

“I told you to just call me Patton, kiddo. No need to be so formal,” he added, coming over to ruffle my hair. Welp, guess fixing it had been pointless. Sometimes, I wondered if he knew we were the same age or if he just called everyone kiddo. From what I knew of him it was probably the latter.

“Um, right, so uh, is everything ok?” I questioned, awkwardly clearing my throat. “I—I mean, you’re not sick or anything, right?”

Sure, he’d been showing up here for a while now on his visits, but it never hurt to make sure. This was a clinic after all.

“Oh, no, no,” Patton assured, walking back over to Logan. “Just checking up on my two favorite physicians!”

“I’m still a nurse, technically,” I reminded him, though I couldn’t help but relax at his friendliness.

“Oh, Virgil, I meant to tell you. Today, you have the day off,” Logan finally spoke up, looking up from the papers he had been flipping through on his desk. So much for worrying about being late…Wait what?

“The day off?” I blanched. “But you always say that a doctor’s work is never done.”

I truly couldn’t remember a single day off since I’d started working here unless it was for medical reasons—ironic really.

“Ah, yes, well, Patton has expressed an interest in my profession, and I thought I’d take today to teach him a few things,” Logan replied, blushing slightly. Strange, Logan didn’t blush very easily…. I glanced at Patton and raised an eyebrow, trying not to jump to conclusions. If Logan understood what I was hinting at, he promptly ignored me, and I squashed down the thought. It wasn’t my business anyway, especially considering my own circumstances.

“If an emergency arises, I shall send for you, but soon, I’ll be taking Patton on my rounds to teach him to deal with less, um, life-threatening injuries and illnesses. You’re welcome to stay in the clinic if you’d like, but in case you need to find me, my list of patients to visit for today will be on my desk,” he instructed, clearing his throat.

“Oh, um, ok,” I muttered, already inching toward the door, “See ya later then, I guess. Bye Lo. Uh, Patton,”

I nodded a goodbye to both of them and waited until Patton had smiled and waved cheerily and Logan just nodded back to make my escape. Well, this gave me a chance to check on Roman at least.

Once I got up the many stairs and reached Roman’s room, I took a minute to catch my breath and look around before knocking. You’d think I’d be more used to making that trip by now.

“Um, your highness?” I called when I received no answer to my knock, glancing around again, just to be sure. When I still received no answer, I decided it was safe to just go in. Maybe he didn’t hear me?

“Roman?” I called after I made sure the door was closed behind me. Roman was standing by his window, studying the lush gardens outside, but he made no move to greet me.

“Princey?” I tried again, growing more concerned by the minute.

“Oh, Virgil!” He finally exclaimed, turning around a bit unsteadily. Huh, well that didn’t seem good.

“Uh, hey there, Roman. You doing ok?” I asked, already trying to examine him. His forehead was slick with sweat, and—though it looked like he had tried to cover it with makeup—I could see how flushed he was from across the room.

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m perfectly ok, V,” he smiled, as I came closer. The closer I got the worse he looked. His eyes were glazed, and he looked a little out of it, constantly rubbing at his eyes. Plus, other than the badly concealed flush of his cheeks, he was concerningly pale.

“Really,” I deadpanned.

“Yes, really. You’re only a tad bit blurry!” he asserted before cursing as he realized he’d just given himself away, “It’s really not that bad. I’m fine.”

“Wha—Roman, that’s not fine,” I chastised, hurrying the rest of the way over to him as he blinked sluggishly. “Can you make it to your bed?” “No, because I do not need to be in my bed,” he waved me off nervously.

“Roman,” I growled, grabbing his arm.

“Truly, Virgil, I’m completely fine,” Roman insisted, pulling at my grip.

“Obviously,” I retorted when he failed to get his arm back, “Just drop the act so I can help you. I need to see exactly what’s going on.”

“No,” He snapped yanking away from me, “I said I’m fine. I-I have an important meeting with the council to attend about the raids. So, if you’re done, I need to be on my way. Good day, Virgil,”

“Don’t you dare, Roman,” I threatened as he made his way shakily to the door.

“Listen, just—just make an excuse. You’re the prince. I’m sure you can postpone the meeting.”

“It’s not my meeting. My father called it, and he’s expecting me. I’m very sorry, Virgil, but I have to go,”

Ah, so that’s how it was. If this involved his father, it was going to be a whole lot harder to convince him to skip.

Roman had made it into the hallway and halfway toward the staircase by the time I collected my thoughts and made it to the doorway. However, I didn’t miss the fact that he was hugging the wall the whole way there.

“Roman—er, your highness—” I cleared my throat, looking around quickly. It was strangely empty. Whatever, it would be a lot more trouble if I got caught with Roman looking like this than for not addressing him properly, so I pushed it to the back of my mind.  

“Roman, please. You can’t do this. You can barely stand up straight, much less last through a whole meeting,” I begged. Roman straightened slightly but otherwise kept walking making me tsk.

When he reached the staircase, he turned to glance at me before straightening once again and disappearing down the stairs. Groaning at his stubbornness, I hurried after him.

“Roman?” I called, getting worried when I turned the corner and didn’t see him. I made it a little over halfway down the winding staircase before finding Roman, leaning against the wall and panting. How the hell had he moved so fast and gotten so far ahead in this condition?

“Ro?” I asked hesitantly, eyes flicking over his slouched posture and glassy expression.

“May—Maybe I don’t feel so great,” He muttered before sliding unceremoniously down the wall.

“Princey,” I gasped, grabbing his arm and part of his shirt to keep him from toppling down the stairs.

“Hey, hey, Roman, are you ok?” I questioned, shifting to get a better hold on him and pinning him back against the wall. Roman mumbled a response too quiet to hear as his eyes fluttered.

“No no no no. Roman, stay awake, ok? Stay with me. We’re still on the staircase, I can’t get—I don’t—ugh, damn it, Roman. I’m not strong enough to carry you back up. Why didn’t you just listen to me,” I muttered, starting to panic.

It’s ok, it’s ok, I started coaching myself, taking deep breaths as I tried not to launch into a full-blown panic attack. just take a deep breath and think. It’s not that bad, I blatantly lied to myself, trying not to even entertain the thought of what would happen if someone chose this moment to walk down the staircase. I could do this, right? I could—I could at least get him to the clinic if not back to his room. That was better anyway. He needed medical care that wasn’t me, and besides, going downstairs would be easier than going up, right? At least that’s what I hoped…

I was wrong. Or maybe I wasn’t. Maybe this was easier than going upstairs, but if that were true, I dreaded to think how going upstairs would be. After I had convinced Roman to finally let me take him to the clinic—as if I was really giving him a choice this time or that he was alert enough to fight back anyway—I found myself carrying a delirious, semi-conscious Prince on my back. Unfortunately, no matter what direction you go, trying to navigate stairs with a whole person on your back is rather difficult.

“Remind me—to—to kill you—after I make sure—you’re ok,” I huffed, out of breath and already sweating. Roman didn’t reply, concerning me even more. How had he gotten so sick just overnight? It had to be the infection, right?

After what felt like ages, I reached the clinic and almost sagged in relief.

“Logan?” I gasped, kicking open the door. At this point, Roman was completely unresponsive and slack against me, making it even harder to keep him on my back. I quickly laid him on the clinic bed and frantically looked around for Logan before realizing he was probably already on his rounds.

“Are you kidding me,” I grumbled, going to grab a damp towel for Roman’s forehead. The whole point of risking bringing him here instead of to his room was that I didn’t know what to do.

Huffing, I gathered some bandages and supplies to check on Roman’s wound again. That’s really the only thing I could think of that could be causing this. Did the infection get worse? Just how bad? When I got the bandages from yesterday off, I hissed in sympathy. Just as I had feared, the infection was much worse. It—This whole thing was beginning to feel like my fault. If I’d done better cleaning and stitching it. If I’d noticed that he was developing a fever yesterday. If I’d convinced him to come to Logan. If—If…I took a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts to focus on what I should do now. My hands trembled as I began thoroughly cleaning and sterilizing the infected area. At least there were actual supplies in the clinic, I guess.

            After I cleaned it, I set to work quickly, gently rubbing some antibiotic cream over the infection and making sure the stitches were ok. I’d have to make sure to change his bandages more often and to keep it clean so this wouldn’t happen again or get any worse. Next, I grabbed a cup of water and some medicines that should help with both the fever and the infection. This was the only other thing I could think of doing. The infection didn’t seem severe enough to have to remove it surgically or anything, but I’d be sure to ask Logan when he came back. The thought of him seeing how horribly I’d messed this up made me sick to my stomach, especially when the prince was the patient; but I knew it would be much worse if I didn’t get his help.

Sighing, I brought the medicine over to Roman and sat on the edge of the bed

“Princey,” I whispered, nudging his arm. Roman groaned and groggily batted my hand away.

“Come on, Princey, I need you to take these,” I coaxed softly, ignoring his swat and shaking him again. This time, he managed to squint his eye open.

“Do wha’?” he slurred tiredly.

“Take these pills, Ro. They’ll help.”

“M-My father. I have to—” he remembered suddenly, trying to push himself up and ignoring the offered pills.

“No,” I responded curtly, pushing him back down gently, “Your father can wait. I’ll even help you make up an excuse. Or you know, I’ll have Logan write you a medical note to prove that you have a fever and are not fit for work today. You—You passed out, Roman, I think that warrants skipping the meeting. Lean back and take these. Please.”

Roman sighed heavily but did as he was told and took the pills and water from me. His easy compliance told me all I needed to know about how badly he must be feeling.

After he gulped down the rest of the water, he ended up passing out again, leaving me to sit and wait by myself. Logan’s rounds usually took about two and a half to three hours because of the amount of soldiers the castle housed. More soldiers meant more injuries to check up on, and on days were the infirmary wasn’t full, or when the clinic was slow, Logan took his time to personally visit and check on every one of them. That’s not even mentioning the other castle staff that he’d tend to when illness spread throughout the castle or the fact that he had earned the title of royal physician, meaning that he also took care of not only the royal family but also any visiting noble staying in the castle. Needless to say, he had a lot of patients, and though he had other physicians and nurses that would regularly come and help him, especially when there was an influx, he usually preferred to work alone when he could. Today, no one was scheduled to be in the clinic, and no one was in the infirmary, so I knew Logan would be taking his time. With Patton there, it would probably take him even longer. He loved any opportunity to teach.

Sighing once again, I went to stand to get some water for myself when something warm clamped around my wrist.

“Roman?” I questioned, turning to find his hand holding me back. “Is something wrong?”

He grunted softly before yanking me forward, almost causing me to trip onto him.

“Cuddle,” he mumbled before I could yell at him. I felt my face flush bright red at his request.

“R-Roman, you know we can’t,” I protested, trying to pull away.

“Virgil,” Roman pouted, gazing up at me blearily, “Please?”

“We’re—We’re not in your room, Ro. Someone could walk in.”

“Please?” he begged, already struggling to keep his eyes open. I bit my lip hesitantly. He didn’t look far from falling asleep again. Maybe I could just cuddle long enough to get him to sleep then slip out before anyone could see us. Besides, it wasn’t as if anybody but me and Logan usually came into the clinic when it was closed anyway, and Logan was out on his rounds.

“Fine,” I gave in reluctantly as Roman smiled victoriously and scooted over to make room for me.

I couldn’t help the contented sigh that escaped my lips once I was settled in his arms, making sure to be careful of his wound. It was just so warm and comforting, and the way he was playing with my hair…I absentmindedly snuggled into his chest and let the warmth numb my mind. I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, worried about Roman—apparently for good reason. A quick nap wouldn’t hurt, right? Besides, I was sure Logan wouldn’t be back for at least a couple of hours, and he was always complaining about the dark circles under my eyes and telling me to get more sleep. He should be happy I’m finally taking his advice. Unfortunately, my brain was too tired and too content to remind me just how bad an idea it was to let my guard down out in the open like this. Roman’s now steady breaths lulled me deeper into comfort and I felt myself slipping. It was so warm. This is nice, my mind almost sighed as I slid into sleep with Roman’s arms still wrapped securely around me. I should really learn to listen to my instincts more…

I was pulled from that warmth a little bit later by a rough nudge to my arm. Thinking it must be Roman, I groaned and shoved the arm away. The nudging paused and I was about to go back to sleep when there was another nudge—softer this time—followed by a voice.

“Virgil, you should probably get up.”

Oh. That—That wasn’t Roman’s voice. In an instant I shot up, inhaling sharply as I saw Logan and Patton peering down at me. No, oh no, no no no, how could I have let this happen? I should have never fallen asleep. I always harped on Roman for doing things that could get us caught but this was all my fault. What should I do? What could I do? Both of them had always been kind to me, but there was no telling how they’d react to this. Were they going to be angry? Were they disgusted with me? Were—Were they going to report me? What about Roman? I couldn’t let anything happen to him because of my carelessness. As my thoughts swirled around me, it became harder to draw air into my lungs. Once I realized that I couldn’t breathe, my chest constricted, holding back more of my breath. If it tightened anymore, I feared it would be impossible to breath altogether, but I couldn’t seem to collect my thoughts enough to loosen the knot there. My hands shook as I hugged myself, willing my panicked thoughts to go away. Obviously, it didn’t work. I saw motion from the corner of my eye and realized Logan was talking to me. Had he been talking this whole time?

“Virgil,” he coached, “Virgil, do you think you can take a breath in? Follow my breathing, ok?” more movement, to my left this time, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I tried to follow along; I really did. But every breath hurt. Everything hurt. My throat was burning. My chest ached. My head pounded. And everything was going wrong. Everything that I feared was happening. We’d been discovered. I ruined it. We couldn’t—I couldn’t—we just…half formed thoughts plagued my mind and my breath hitched as I realized I was crying. Was I going to be executed for this? 

“Virgil, dearest. Look at me, my love,” a different voice spoke up this time, but there was only one person who called me dearest and my love. I felt a hand touch my cheek hesitantly, then gently tilt my face until I was face to face with Roman.

“I need you to breath with me, Virge,” he instructed, calmly. “In for four seconds. Hold for seven. Out for eight, remember? You can do it.”

As he counted out the seconds, he removed his hand from my face in order to take my hand and press it against his chest. I struggled to follow along at first, but he continued breathing deeply and counting the seconds until I could. With Roman’s reassurances and guidance, I slowly felt myself relaxing.

Once the world came into focus again and I could breathe regularly without feeling like I was dying, I took one more deep breath before slouching forward into Roman’s chest.

“It’s alright, V,” Roman soothed, carding his fingers through my hair. Except, it wasn’t ok. Logan and Patton saw us. They know. I couldn’t even bring myself to look up and see if they were still standing there or if they’d already gone to report us to the king. The silence in the room made me inclined to believe the latter. I loved Logan, but he was very strict with the rules. There’s no way he’d let something as big as this slide. I was just another nurse, right? Instead, I sniffled and buried myself further into Roman’s chest.

“Oh, your shirt,” I lamented shakily, brushing my fingers against the wet spot that now stained the expensive fabric.

“It’s nothing, stormcloud,” Roman hushed, pulling me closer. I felt more tears burn my eyes at the action.

“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling the weight of everything settle uncomfortably in my chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for, dearest,” Roman assured softly. Liar. How could he say that when I was the reason we’d never get to see each other again.

“Um, pardon me for interrupting, my prince, but I believe this tea may help Virgil,” Logan’s voice offered softly from behind me making me jump. He was still here? Wait, he didn’t sound angry or disgusted. “Ah, um, thank you,” Roman responded, accepting the tea.

Taking a steadying breath, I finally pushed myself away from Roman’s chest. Roman handed me the tea before placing his arms loosely around my waist. I looked at the tea then hesitantly back to Logan. Patton stood behind him, worry swimming in his eyes. What was going on exactly?

“The tea helps to calm the heart rate and I find it to be quite helpful when I’m feeling stressed,” Logan explained awkwardly when I didn’t make any move to drink it. Nodding warily, I took a sip, relishing the calming warmth that flooded me when I did.

“Um, I also would like to apologize, Virgil. I did not realize that waking you would cause such a reaction. I should have been more careful,” Logan continued after a short but tense silence. At his apology, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why wasn’t he freaking out?

“Aren’t—Aren’t you gonna say something? A-About this?” I stammered out, hating how raspy and shaky my voice sounded.

“What would you like me to say, Virgil?”

I blanched at him, then glanced back at Roman who looked equally confused as I felt.

“I—Aren’t you, d-disgusted or—or something?” I pressed incredulously.

“Why would I be disgusted?” Logan questioned, tilting his head. I mirrored his look of confusion before setting my tea down lest I spill it with how much I was still shaking.

“By—By us? Or—I mean—m-maybe not disgusted but, you know, this isn’t really…accepted. I-I mean don’t you think it’s—wrong or something? I mean we’re both—and on top of that, I’m just a—I—”

“Virgil,” Logan interrupted before I could work myself up too much, “I would never be disgusted by this. Any of it. By you both being of the same gender, or by you being from different social classes. I—You know that I’m your friend, right? And that I would never report you or anything? Even if I were against it, I couldn’t do that to you. I would never do that to you.”

At my shocked expression, Logan’s shoulders slumped.

“I take it you didn’t know any of that,” he sighed, looking even more miserable as I shook my head.

“I suppose that’s on me, then,” he frowned remorsefully.

“Lo,” I started, suddenly feeling guilty for ever doubting him. I never would have dreamed that he considered me a friend. I thought I was just another apprentice. He’s had plenty before me…

“No, no, I should have made it clear that I care for you,” Logan insisted. “Let me make it clear now.”

I shut my mouth and nodded for him to continue.

“Virgil, I have considered you a friend for a while now, and if you’d like, I’d still like to consider you one,”��he paused and I nodded frantically at the offer before he smiled and continued—“I care for you and your well-being very much, and I would never wish harm on you. I have no intention of ever reporting you as long as the current king is in rule. His methods and punishments tend to be a little cruel, and I never want to see you hurt. Nor will I report you for something that shouldn’t even be considered a crime. If Prince Roman is the one you love and you are the one he loves, then I support you fully. You cannot help who you fall in love with. If it is mutual and consenting, then there shouldn’t be a problem, social class or gender be damned.”

“That’s right, kiddo,” Patton spoke up stepping forward, startling me. I’d kind of forgotten he was there. I was really not on my game with being vigilant today.

“I won’t report you either. It’d be a little hypocritical of me if I did,” He smiled, shooting a quick glance to Logan. I wanted to ask him to elaborate on that last part but decided against it. I was pretty sure I got the hint, and again, it wasn’t really my business anyway.

“And I know that I haven’t known you nearly as long as Logan, but I’d like to be your friend as well if you’d like,” Patton continued, shooting me a beaming smile. I returned his smile hesitantly, though mine wasn’t nearly as big or bright. I don’t think I could fully comprehend what was happening right now. This was certainly not how I thought things would be going. Just a few minutes ago, I’d been getting ready to say goodbye to Roman forever.

“Ok, um, we—we can be friends, if, uh, you really want to,” I nodded, snorting as Patton bounced in place a bit and nodded happily. He was always so excitable, I couldn’t help but grin.

“You—You really won’t report us?” Roman assured, arms tightening around me slightly, “Either of you?”

“Of course not, My Prince,” Logan confirmed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Your Highness,” Patton chimed in.

“Please, just Roman is fine.”

Patton grinned at him and nodded, while Logan just raised an eyebrow.

“Alright then, now that that’s been settled, may I ask what you two are doing in the clinic in the first place? Is something wrong?” Logan inquired, studying the two of us.

“Oh, that’s right. It’s a bit risky to be cuddling out in the open like this, even if it was pawsitively adorable,”—Patton giggled at his own pun— “Wouldn’t it be safer in your room, Roman? Or somewhere hidden?”

“Ah, well—” I glanced back at Roman and at his reluctant nod, began explaining.

“Princey, er, Roman sneaked off to take part in stopping the raid on the nearby town and came back with a stab wound. He wouldn’t let me take him to you, Lo, trust me I tried,” I grumbled, taking a second to glare at Roman which he promptly ignored, “so, I tried to tend to it myself. I, uh, I guess I didn’t do very well. It got infected. Then I tried to fix it, but when I went to check on him this morning it was even worse, and he had a fever and ended up passing out. I managed to get him here and tried the best I could with mending it an everything, but uh, if you could take a look…”

Logan nodded at my request, and I scrambled out of Roman’s lap as he bent down to pull up his shirt. He quickly undid the bandages I’d wrapped and started examining it, asking what medications and ointments I’d used as he went.

“Well, you’ve done a remarkable job at cleaning the infection as far as I can tell. You gave him all the correct medicines and ointments as well. The stitching is also very well done. Keep in mind, Virgil, that the infection may not have been caused by you or by improper care. It could be internal body bacteria, or the fact that you did the stitches in an unsterilized environment under what sounds like not ideal conditions. All things considered, you did everything right,” Logan commended before leaning back and turning to address both me and Roman. I felt the knot in my chest lessen even more at his words even as I blushed at the praise.

“All you can do now is monitor the infection and keep it clean and dry and change the bandages often. Also be sure to avoid scratching at the stitches. They may begin to itch, especially because of the infection. I’d recommend avoiding heavy physical labor that could stretch or break the stitches as well. If you need an excuse, come find me and I’ll be more than happy to write you a note or talk to your father myself. You’ve suffered a very bad fever after all, even collapsing from it. I’m sure I could convince him you need bedrest,” he instructed, smiling softly at both of us. I blinked at him, pretty sure I’d never seen him smile so genuinely before. Huh. Today was full of surprises.

“Oh, also, take these pills for the next week, your Highness. Your fever seems to have gone down quite a bit, and I’d like to keep it that way. I’ll have Virgil keep up with your infection as he’s done an excellent job already and I’m sure you’d both prefer that.”

“Thank you, Logan,” Roman nodded, returning Logan’s smile and taking the pills that he offered.

“And I’ve told you a million times to just call me Roman.” He added with a huff.

“And I’ve told you a million times that it’s unprofessional to address you as such,” Logan tsked, sighing as he quickly re-bandaged his wound.

“Well then don’t do it as a professional do it as a friend,” Roman shot back, making Logan pause. He slowly finished up the bandages before taking a step back and raising an eyebrow

“A friend?” he questioned, crossing his arms.

“Yes. I believe this could be the start of a great friendship, the four of us. Don’t you guys think? Besides I’ve known you for years, Logan. Plus, I’m well acquainted with Patton already, though we’ve never gotten to spend much one-on-one time together. And Virgil, well, of course, uh, you know…” Roman cleared his throat blushing a bit. “Um, anyway, it’ll be nice, don’t you think? We can all just be here and exist together. No need for formalities or regard for social status or any of that. We can all relax and be ourselves.”

Logan took a minute to think it over before sighing and nodding softly.

“I—I suppose that’s acceptable,” he agreed, “You seem to constantly land yourself in my clinic anyway; so, it’s not as if I don’t get enough of you. It would be…nice to be friends.”

“Yay! New friends! I need you to know that I already love all of you so much,” Patton cheered as Roman stuck his tongue out at Logan.

“I think you just love everyone, Patton,” I couldn’t help but snort.

“Well, maybe, but you guys are special. I can’t wait to get to know you all more,” he replied, looking fondly at Roman and Logan who were now arguing about who-knows-what.

“Yeah,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes as Roman dramatically gasped and put a hand to his chest, “Me either, Pat.” Me either

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Frigga thought about it, she’d spent a lot of time in the library while away. “Sage Summerest?” “How was she?” “She got married last winter, and her wife had a baby. You knew her I guess?”

Rosalind nodded, their expression still neutral but a bit more vacant than it had been before as they looked back out on the property. “We were close, but it’s been a long time.” They fell silent for a moment before smiling gently. “I’m glad she’s happy.”This was a side of them Frigga hadn’t seen before, but she decided to steer the conversation into something less personal to keep Rosalind comfortable. “What was your area of study while you were there?”

Rosalind’s brows lifted and their smile brightened slightly. “Energy. Want to see?” (Blood and Thorns, Chapter 4)

This is one of my favourite little interactions in the entirety of Blood and Thorns, and it's our first interaction with Rosalind. I needed it to be special, and really there isn't a whole lot of actual magic until this scene, so I think it's fitting!

Please like and/or comment if you enjoy my work! Constructive criticism welcome💖

If you'd like to read Blood and Thorns, you can here: https://pinkchaosstories.tumblr.com/bloodandthorns

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Can we have some NANAMIN~~ hehehe

Nanami Kento, Jealousy, “Isn’t your boyfriend in the other room?”

Ya'll can ALWAYS have some Nanami, he is ALWAYS on the menu 💛💛💛

Now Presenting...

Starring: A very jealous Nanami Kento

This party fucking sucked. The house smelled like litter box, the vibe was disgusting, and the drinks were as weak as the music choice. Though, all of those reasons kinda paled in comparison to the real reason this party sucked for Nanami: You had brought your new boyfriend here. Not that he cared. It was fine. He was in your bed less than a week ago, probably while you were still talking to the walking asshole guy you were with now, so this guy really can’t be that important, but whatever. It didn’t matter to him, because it clearly didn’t matter to you. He got another drink, this time mixing his own in order to insure that his vodka redbull was actually a vodka redbull, and not just a redbull that thought really really hard about a vodka shot.

“Hey man, did you see that guy that Y/n showed up with?!” Gojo asked as he walked into the kitchen, “Dude, shes fucking cheating!”

“Satoru!” Geto snapped, punching his shoulder to remind him that hey, maybe this situation required a bit more tact. Kento quickly poured a shot of tequila and threw it back, much to the horror of Suguru and the awe of Gojo.

“Not cheating, we weren’t official.” Nanami gasped, focusing on the burn in his throat to ignore the tightness in his chest. 

“Kento, do you want to go?” Suguru asked, pointing a thumb to the door, “We can just drink at home, play some Tekken. Honestly it sounds more fun than this.” He offered, trying to give Nanami an out from the awkward situation. 

“Yea!” Gojo agreed, “This party sucks anyway, its full of frat boys.” Kento chuckled and took a drink from his vodka with a splash of redbull. He really did appreciate his roommates, and how they always had his back, even in small ways. But he wasn’t going to leave this party immediately after you showed up with some bastard. Because that would mean admitting defeat, and Nanami would never admit defeat. 

“Nah, I think I’m going to socialize actually,” Kento said with a shrug. Suguru and Satoru shared a worried look, but didn’t push the issue further as Nanami left the kitchen. He went to the livingroom. He saw you sitting on the couch next to the wannabe tech bro you brought, laughing with your whole body at some joke he said. He bet it wasn’t even funny. Probably some cheesy pun he stole off of twitter. That dick probably had an NFT profile pic and actually started calling it X the moment daddy musk told him too. Fucking bootlicker. What the hell did he have that Nanami didn’t? He didn’t fucking deserve you. So why the fuck did you choose him?

He snapped out of his definitely not jealousy fueled spiral long enough to realize that he was not only staring, but he felt his eyes prickle with tears. Oh no, no no no fuck no! He quickly wiped away the drop that fell before rushing to the bathroom. He would be damned before he was caught crying at a fucking house party. Especially over a woman he never really had to begin with. Someone who never really took whatever it was they had as seriously as he did.

He was thankful to find the downstairs bathroom empty, slipping in and all but throwing his back against the door. This fucking sucked. This really fucking sucked. Suguru had warned him once he started catching feelings, that he either had to say something or stop answering your calls, stop calling you. That to do anything else was just setting himself up for hurt if you didn’t feel the same way. He didn’t take him very seriously at the time. Kento made a mental note to pay for at least one of his drinks as an apology next time the group went bar hopping.

He took a deep, jagged breath, trying to ground himself. Okay. Okay. He probably wasn’t going to cry anymore. He pushed himself off of the bathroom door, going to the sink to splash his face. He threw cold water on his face, and was in the middle of crying it off when the door opened.

“Hey! It’s called knocking!” He snapped at the intruder. 

“I’m sorry, I did!” You yelped, “You didn’t answer!”

“Y/n?” Nanami asked, filling himself deflate at your smile. You finished walking in, closing the door behind you.

“Oh, hey Kento! I didn’t know you were here. You look good” You winked. He repressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Gee, thanks. That means so much.” He words were soaked in sarcasm, voice laced with contempt.

“Whoa, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?’ You asked, very much feeling the hostile vibe he was putting out, “Are you ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine.” Nanami shook his head, “Just…rough day, I guess.” He grumbled, not really in the mood for confrontation at that moment. You gave him a sly grin, slipping to close the space between the two of you. Your hand landed on his chest, and you looked at him through long eyelashes.

“Hey, I have an idea of what could make you feel better,” You purred, your hands falling to his belt buckle. Much to your surprise, but honestly more so his, He was quick to grab your wrist and stop you.

“Oh come on Y/n,” He scoffed, “Really? Isn’t your boyfriend in the other room?” He accused, venom dripping from his very soul. “I thought you were better than that.” You just looked at him confused, trying to think about what the hell he was talking about. 

“Um, what?” You asked, only adding fuel to his rage.

“Oh come on Y/n, don’t play dumb! I saw that guy you came in with. Were you ever planning on telling me?” He snapped. Slowly, the confusion left your face, only to be replaced with amusement. You started laughing. You started laughing. Nanami shook his head, a tic quickly forming in his jaw.

“You’re really laughing right now? Thats so low Y/n, I can’t believe-”

“My cousin.” You said, stopping Kento in his tracks.

“What?”

“My cousin! That guy I showed up with? Yea, that’s my cousin Nanami!” You laughed, thoroughly entertained by the whole situation. You could see the math flashing before Nanami's eyes as he took in what you were saying. Now that he was thinking about it, nothing you did was particularly romantic, you just kinda…existed around him. 

Oh my god.

Nanami started laughing too, unable to believe how worked up he got over literally nothing. He felt so utterly ridiculous, and honestly he kinda deserved that feeling.

“Oh my god it’s your cousin,” He said as chuckles started coming out, “I was really going to fight your cousin.”

“You were gonna fight him?!” You howled with laughter, having to brace yourself against the door.

“Yea! I was!” Nanami confirmed with a laugh, unable to believe he got so worked up over nothing, “Oh man, that would have been so bad.”

“And what did we learn?” You teased.

“That I need to be more forgiving of characters that fall into the miscommunication trope.”

“No, you numpty!” You playfully groaned, lightly pushing him, “It’s not a miscommunication if you never communicated in the first place!”

“Oh, yeah that too.” He joked with a grin. They two of you stayed giggling like that for a few more moments before he pulled you into a hug, just relieved that it was all a misunderstanding. The two of you left the bathroom hand in hand, no doubt turning a few heads, but who really cared. He didn’t at least.

“You know, as weird as this is to say, it was kinda hot seeing you jealous,” You teased, “You don’t get that way often.” He simply shrugged.

“Yea well, I think anyone would get jealous if they saw their girlfriend show up to a party with a random guy.”

“Oh, so I’m your girlfriend now?” You asked, a smile pulling at your lips. He could feel the blush dusting his cheeks. 

“I mean, yea. If you want to be..” He offered. You grinned and jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek. He held you close and smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

[noemitenshi]

Excerpt

“Stay anyway,” Troy persisted, “Stay and tell me.” Then he moved his head closer to her, as if he didn’t want anyone else overhearing. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“Me too,” she whispered back. He couldn’t help a snort. Oh, she was as fun as she was exasperating.

“I know,” he replied easily, “I’ve seen it.” Again admiration crept into his voice. He couldn’t help that either.

She had worked a god damn miracle after all. Her lips twitched into the slightest smile. Briefly. Then the life went out of her, no other way to describe her falling expression.

“I…” she said and pressed her lips together, “I don’t want to go back there.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ 2

────୨ৎ────

Zᴇᴠʟᴏʀ ✧ Absolute Zevlor ✧ Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ

Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ✧ Hᴀʟsɪɴ ✧ Rᴏʟᴀɴ ✧ Gᴀʟᴇ

Gᴏʀᴛᴀsʜ ✧ Asᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ ✧ Aɴᴅ Oᴛʜᴇʀs ♡

────୨ৎ────

[ BG3 Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ 1 ] ★ [ Rᴜʟᴇs ]

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Zevlor ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Caught <- NSFW - Creampie - Penis In Vag - Breeding - Giving Zevlor All The Love - Begging - Masturbation - Big Dick Zevy

Knotted <- NSFW - Stretched So Good - Pussy Never Going To Be The Same - Tiefling Cock Has Your Tongue Dangling Out - Tip Of Their Cocks Kissing Your Cervix - Begging - Tummy Bulge - Spread Wide

Commander <- NSFW - Big Dick Zevy - Creampie - Comfort - You Ride The Hellrider - You Make Zevlor Feel Loved - Dirty Talk

Training <- NSFW - Big Dick Zevy - Creampie - Bed Breaking

Pretty Little Squirter <- NSFW - Squirting - Creampie - Begging - Ridged Cock - Big Dick Zevy - Horn Grabbing - Zevlor Makes You Make A Mess

Pathetically Beautiful <- NSFW - Creampie - Breeding - Zevlor Doesn’t Last Long & Neither Do you

Fatherhood <- Zevlor Being A Dad - Comfort - Soft - Kawaii

Sweet Zevlor <- NSFW - Period Sex - Major Comfort - This Man Loves You

Scream His Name <- NSFW - Rough - Hair Pulling - Bite Mark - Zevlor Empties Himself Inside You

Tender Care <- NSFW - Tender Love - Love Making - Romantic - Lactation - THIS SHIT IS SO SOFT AND ROMANTIC!!! - Creampie

Commander or Daddy <- NSFW - Lap Riding - Creampie - Tiny Angst??

Always <- NSFW - Romance - Love Confessions - Tender Moments - Zevlor Is So Good And Gentle With You - His Tail Wrapped Around You

Please <- NSFW - Hurt/Comfort - Fingering - Making Out - Zevlor Hates What He Is - Creampie

Betrayal <- Major Angst - Angst - Injuries - Blood - Zevlor Harms You - Hurt/ Comfort - There's A Major Twist - Happy Ending? Maybe? Sad Ending? Possibly?

Pleasing Him <- NSWF - Your Mouth Wrapped Around Zevlor’s Beautiful Cock - Mention Of Creampie - On Your Knees For Him - His Hand Tangled In Your Hair - Cuddles

On His Knees <- NSFW - Zevlor Gives You The Best Head - Drooling Pussy - Sweet - Comfrot - Adorable Kawaii Ending xoxo

Big Dick Zevy <- NSFW - Stomach Bulge - Creampie - Delicious Smut

‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Haarlep ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

An Incubus & His Little Dove <- NSFW - Comfort - Pregnancy - Soft Haarlep

An Incubus & His Dove <- NSFW - Hurt/Comfort - Breeding - Soft Haarlep - Cervix Penetration - Angst - Love

Bred <- NSFW - Creampie - Breeding - Possessive

Milky <- NSFW - Lactation - Pregnancy - Cock Warming - Fluff

The Real Incubus <- NSFW - Choking - Soft Haarlep - A Touch Of Malevolent Haarlep - Comfort

Starved <- Slight NSFW - Submissive Haarlep - Starved Haarlep - Comfort -

A Father’s Demise <- Hurt/Comfort - Haarlep As A Dad - Character Death

Unexpected Touch <- Slight NSFW - Tiny Story - Soft Haarlep - Comfort - Gentle - Unspoken Love

Mean Haarlep <- NSFW - Bully/ Mean Haarlep - Pregnancy - Breeding

Worth The Risk <- Soft Haarlep - Dad Haarlep - Angst - Pregnancy

Don’t Lie <- Slight NSFW - Sloppy Kissing - Angst - Slight DubCon

A Soul Within <- Angst - Pregnancy - Soft Haarlep ♡

Asking For A Child <- Comfort - Possessive

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Raphael ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Heir <- NSFW - Soft Raphael Towards Reader - Deep Throating The Devil’s Beautiful Cock - Lap Riding - Pregnancy - Drooling - Babbling His Name

Knotted <- NSFW - Knotted - Choking - Rough - Belly bulge

Breeder <- NSFW - Breeding - Biting - Creampie - Raphael Being Raphael - His Little Mouse - Possessive Raphael

Enamored <- Slight NSFW - Fingering - Possessive Raphael - Tender Moment

His Weakness <- Soft Raphael - Tender - Comfort - You’re His Little Mouse ♡

A Delicious Meal <- NSFW - Creampie - Choking - Impregnating - Raphael Takes What He Pleases - The Devil You Know

Unexpected Care <- Soft Raphael - Bathing With The Cambion - Tender - Comfort

Wounded Raphael <- Hurt/ Comfort

A Bath With A Devil <- Slight NSFW - Comfort - Raphael Being Raphael - Bathing With The Devil - Soft Yet Possessive Raphael

Holding You In His Arms <- Soft Raphael - Comfort - He Holds You So Tenderly ♡

Chaos <- Raphael & His Daughter - Dadphael - Cute

Unholy <- NSFW - Breeding - Dubcon - Creampie - Rough Sex - Masturbation - Hair Pulling - Pet Name - Spanking

A Dance <- Soft Raphael - Slow Dancing

A Special Reward <- NSFW - Soft Raphael - Comfort - Fingering

Pitiful <- NSFW - Restrained Raphael - Desperate - Grinding Down On The Devil’s Cock

Bound & Used <- NSFW - Raphael - Astarion

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Ascended Raphael ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

The Ascended Devil & The Mouse <- NSFW - Monster Fucking - Belly Bulge - Ascended Raphael

Stuffed <- NSFW - Belly Bulge - Cumflation - Breeding - Monster Fucking

His Personal Cocksleve <- NSFW - Belly Bulge - Monster Fucking

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Halsin ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Honeypot <- NSFW - Bear Halsin - Bear Halsin Eats You Out - Normal Halsin Makes An Appearance

Your Protector <- Comfort - Protection - Halsin Has Naughty Thoughts

Their Girl For The Night <- NSFW - Cunnilingus - Halsin Eats You Out So Well - Zevlor Holds You In Place - Anal - Vaginal Sex - Squirting - Big Dick Halsin & Zevlor

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Rolan ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Knotted <- NSFW - Stretched So Good - Pussy Never Going To Be The Same - Tiefling Cock Has Your Tongue Dangling Out - Tip Of Their Cocks Kissing Your Cervix - Begging - Tummy Bulge - Spread Wide

Addicted To The Puss <- NSFW - Pussy Drunk - He Can't Get Enough

Tail Grinding <- NSFW - Tail Play - Wiener In Vagina - Teasing

Little Kitten <- Teasing - Tail Play - Asphyxiation - Deep Throat - Creampies - Pet Names - They Stretch Your Cunt Nicely - Oc Kieran - Breeding

Take <- NSFW - Deep Throat - Pet Names - Kieran Teases and Touches Rolan - Penis is Vag

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ BG3 Men ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Their Lovely Little Toy <- Raphael - Haarlep

Lewd <- Zevlor - Halsin - Rolan - Astarion - Gortash

Shameless Smut <- Haarlep - Zevlor - Rolan - Raphael - Dammon

BG3 Men & Their Kink <- Halsin - Gale - Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael - Wyll - Rolan

Baby Trapping <- Gale - Halsin - Raphael - Haarlep - Rolan - Gortash

Imagine <- Raphael - Halsin - Gale - Haarlep - Zevlor - Rolan - Gortash

What They Like <- Zevlor - Raphael - Haarlep

Pet Names <- Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael - Rolan

Fathers <- Rolan - Zevlor - Raphael

They Take As They Please <- Raphael - Halsin - Haarlep - Zevlor

Bliss <- Raphael - Zevlor - Haarlep - Rolan

Don’t Touch <- Zevlor - Rolan - Dammon

They Fill You Up Nicely <- Haarlep - Raphael - Zevlor - Gortash - Rolan

Imagine Them <- Haarlep - Rolan - Zevlor - Raphael

18+ <- Rolan - Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Absolute Zevlor ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

His Precious Tav <- NSFW - Creampie - Mating Press - Big Dick Zevy - Zevlor Stretches You Nicely

Be A Good Little Thing <- NSFW - Knife Play - Zevlor Eats You Out Like A Starving Man - Tail Throat Fucking - Large Cock Stretching You

His Good Girl <- NSFW - Knot - Absolute Zevlor - Dark Content - Minor Blood - Soft Zevlor Comes Out Towards The End

Traitor <- NSFW - Angst - Breeding - Creampie - Choking - Belly Bulge - Zevlor Gets Rough - Soft / Comfort Towards The End - Filthy Smut

Tongue Tied <- Dubcon - Finger Licking Good - Choking

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Zevlor & Lofn ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Realization PRT 1 <- Hurt/Comfort - Injury - Worried Zevlor - Realizing Feelings

A Paladin & His Princess <- Comfort - A Sweet Reveal - Romance - Love

Council <- Angst - Zevlor Is Looked At As A Hellspawn - Lofn Doesn’t Stand For It

Tainted Dreams <- Angst - Hurt/Comfort - Nightmare - Character Death - Jealous Aradin - Happy Ending - Sleep Cuddles - Dad Zevlor

‎‧₊˚✧୨୧ [ Soft Haarlep ] ୨୧✧˚₊‧

Soft Haarlep PRT 1 <- NSFW - Comfort - Angst

Worried For The Incubus (Soft Haarlep) PRT 2 <- Aftercare - Abuse - Comfort - Injuries

A Tainted Mind (Soft Haarlep) PRT 3 <- Hurt/Comfort - Soft - Bathing Together

Bathing With The Incubus (Soft Haarlep Prt. 4) <- NSFW - Masturbation - Hurt/Comfrot

Part 5 Coming Soon <33

[spellboundtales]

Fic rec

here are some MASTERPIECES

🩰hurt/comfort

🧸Fluff

🦋Angst

🌺Smut

Spencer Reid

🩰 🧸what he knows by @luveline || reader is insecure and Spencer comforts her!

🧸 Love Sick by @criminalmindzjunkie || Spencer is jealous that reader has a date! Now he has to find a way to sabotage it

🌺the more loving one by @criminalmindzjunkie || Professor!Spencer catches himself falling for one of his students. i'm so down bad for Professor!Spencer

🧸Holy Ground by @writer-in-theory || Spencer is your neighbor! Reader and him start a conversation with…steaky notes!

🩰🧸You’re my future, past and present by @mismatched-sockss || exes to… what will happen when reader and Spencer will see each other again after years?

🩰🌺🦋A marriage story by @bunnylovesani || PostPrison!Spencer and reader have to deal with the aftermath, trying to save their marriage

🧸this request by @ddejavvu || sunshine!reader purposely telling wrong facts when Spencer is around

🧸i can see you by @januaryembrs || the desk jokey from the floor below has caught spencer's eye...maybe he caught her eyes too

🧸you're too sweet for me (you were like an angel to me and when you know, you know) by @januaryembrs || sunshineRookie!reader and PostPrison!Spencer in kinda 3 parts (literally the holy trinity)...you should def check all her works because this is g o l d

🩰🧸this request by @nereidprinc3ss || reader and spencer are friends and he comfrots her after a bad date with a real jerk... when i tell you that this one is one of my favorite...felt that

🧸this request by @nereidprinc3ss || Spencer helps reader to change her bandages...and things get...funny...

🦋🧸lovely to sit between comfort and chaos (pt2) by @cerisereids || reader meets Spencer when he's on a case in her hometown

🧸the Love Hypotesis (series) by @goldentournesol || reader kisses the first man she sees all because of a lie...turns out that man is also her professor

🧸this request by @reiderwriter || Spencer babying an obvlious reader... the team has enough.

🧸isn't she pretty, dad? by @reiderwriter || dad!Spencer and his son playing matchmaker with his teacher

🌺🩰following rules (+ we can't be friends) by @little-diable || reader is JJ's daughter...what could ever happen between her and Spencer? (spoiler: a lot)

🧸carriage six (+pt2 platform ten) by @avis-writeshq || Spencer can't help but notice the same pretty girl on his train ride to work...what happens when she catches him ogling her?

🧸🌺🩰Emergency room by @violetrainbow412-blog || in the middle of the night reader receives a call from the hospital...turns out reader is spencer's emergency contact...but they broke up over a year ago

Aaron Hotchner

🦋fix it and 🩰fix it together by @miley1442111 || this 2 part fic, in which Aaron and wife!reader fight, because he compares reader to Haley..can they fix their marriage? this is soul shattering guys... (check all her works because when i tell you her writing style is amazing...)

🩰not so subtle by @ssahotchnerr || (not so) secret relationship with Aaron, who desperatly wants to comfort reader after a though case...

🌺how did she? by @little-diable || Hotch and reader meet at a cafe...he looks familiar... (dad'sFriend!Hotch)

Remus Lupin

🧸“I am not very good at flirting, am I?” by @hello-everyfandom || a study date with remus..wait...is it even a date?

Anthony Bridgerton

🧸🌺🦋Take my hand by @rubysunnday || Anthony tries his best as a matchmaker for reader…truth is reader wants only Anthony…

Joel Miller

🧸weakness by @joelsgreys || a lovely afternoon at Bill and Frank's…what could go wrong?? maybe it's time that some feelings come out of the surface...

Din Djarin

🦋🧸touching din by @archieimagines || three times Din shows you that he cares...even bendin his rules a bit to do so

🧸 significant by @softlyspector || Din has called reader Riduur for months…but what does it mean?

[yesbutmakeitgay]

You're not Defeated, You're in Repair.

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | AO3

Word count: 727

Summary: Carol comes back after a tough mission, you patch her up.

Hurt/Comfrot, Angst.

The sound of the spaceship's door brings you back to reality. It has been over 10 hours since Carol left for her mission this morning and she is just now getting back.

She stands at the entrance lingering for a little, her back facing you. You can tell by her posture that she is in pain, but it is only when she turns around that you realize just how bad it is. The entire left side of her face is covered in an array of greens and purples all tied together by a black eye and crowned with a prominent frown. You refrain from making a comment about it despite your shock.

When she doesn't move you decide to slowly walk towards her, careful not to make any sudden movements as you don't know what might have happened during her mission.

Once you reach her she stares at the floor, her breathing labored, secretly hoping that you understand what she's trying to tell you even though she lacks the courage to say it out loud. Carol has never been good at vulnerability and you've learned to deal with it in your own way.

You guide her to sit on the dining table and softly ask "Can I take a look?" to which she responds with a shy nod, still staring at the floor. You carefully unzip her suit and help her pull it down to her hips. You inspect her arms, her shoulders, and then her torso. To your surprise, you only find small bumps and bruises scattered around her skin. You slowly run your thumb along one of the deeper cuts on her abs and leave a small kiss beside it before cleaning it up.

When you're done with her torso you ask to see her legs, again she responds with an unsure nod, but she lifts herself off the table so you can take the suit completely off. "Gorgeous as always," you say, finding nothing more than the smallest of scratches confirming your suspicions that her face got the worst of it.

After you finish your inspection you take her hand in yours and leave a gentle kiss on her knuckles, "I’m gonna run you a bath to help with the ache." You try to go, but Carol stops you by the wrist and pulls you into a shaky hug, an attempt to say 'sorry for getting hurt,' you hug her back firmly, being mindful of her injuries. She lets go and quickly places her hands on either side of your face as she leans in for a kiss, it's quick, and soft, and it tastes a little bit like blood and when you pull back she's looking you in the eye for the first time since she arrived, her eyebrows still in a full frown. You can tell it's not a frown of anger but rather one of frustration from the outcome of her mission.

"It must have been tough out there," you reassure her, "I know you did the best you could." You grab her hand again, "Come, I'll take the bath with you," you tell her, to which you receive a tentative nod in return.

You guide her to the bathroom and sit her on the toilet, she goes back to staring into the distance while you fix up the bath. Once it's ready you help her take her underwear off and get in the tub. You quickly join her and when she's comfortable you start washing her hair, and her body, taking extra care of her bruised face.

You stay in the bath until the water gets cold, "It's freezing in here, let's get out," you say. Carol begins to use her powers and bubbles start to form, you shake your head slowly and rub her arms soothingly "No powers, angel, you need to rest," you instruct her. The glowing stops and the bubbles immediately disappear leaving you sitting in lukewarm water.

You both get out of the bath and change into comfortable clothes. You stand in front of the sink as you brush her hair, "Let's go to bed, yeah?" you ask and your gazes meet through the mirror, her frown finally gone. She responds with a nod again, but this time it is full of certainty.

"Thank you," she tries, but it comes out as a mere whisper.

"Always."

[zwolfgames]

MHA yandere headcanon breaking up with bakugo and shoto. But they take it very poorly

(I've never done headcanons before so forgive the weird way these are phrased! A bit shirt but I hope you like it. And thank you for the request, I'm littarly squeeling each time I get one.)

Requested: skinnyfattyyy

Warnings: violence, yandere, degrading, kidnapping, forced marrige

Headcanons

Bakugo:

This relationship had started of rocky already. Bakugo wasn't the nicest or the most affectionate.

When he realised you genuingly liked him, his behavior got a bit sweeter, more loving. Less barking you out as if you just blew up the planet. Bakugo truly enjoyed having a partner that enjoyed him and his explosive personality… he didn't have to play tough or soft for you… just be himself.

It was nice for a while, untill you started noticing some of his strange behavior. You found your stuff in his room. Combs, that shirt you lost like a month ago… Your plushie? But fine… he's your boyfriend… you suppose he can have some of your stuff. Thats fine right?

Not for long. It quietly became clear that he was an insecure prick. Wich made him irrational, possesive and absolutly obsessive.

So, naturally, as anyone who felt in danger, you talked to him and asked to break up.

Bakugo didn't take it lightly. Stopping his breathing for a moment while waiting for you to announce that it's a joke.

When that line doesn't happen, he grab you by the wrist, pulls you to him before you get pinned to the wall.

He yells, a lot. A ringing in your ear is left from his barrage of insults and degrading comments about how you'd never find someone else and how you had promised to stay with him.

So to ensure that this never happened again, he gave you one chance to apologize. You didn't take it and his hand set on your lower back let out an explosion.

He muffled your yell of agony with his hand and held you to him, what would you do with a broken spine and a burn wound, huh? Run? He doesn't think so. His guilt ate him up for hurting the one he loves. A hero was supposed to protect the people he loves…. But this was… a way of saving you, yes. Saving you of a diffrent bad relationship. He's the better option.

You have no choice but to accept his harsh care as he treats your wounds and lets your spine heal while you're stuck in bed.

You'd never try again, would you? This was enough of a warning, right? You'd stay his now right?

If you dared try and break up with him again then he figured further injury was needed…

So be a darling and stay with him, that's all he asks <3.

Todoroki:

Just like with Bakugo, the first part of your relationship was a bit rocky, mostly because of Shoto's inability to properly share his feelings.

He did eventually tell you everything, his past, his toughts, his struggles. And you had held him lovingly. As a good partner would

Now that you were aware of his past and his flaws, you would stay with him, right?

Shoto was a lot more delusional then Bakugo. He truly believes you're meant to be his since you get him, since you accept him.

So when his strange behavior starts showing, you get concerned. He threathend one of your friend's to stay away… had way too many drawings and paintings of you then you would have been comfrotable with.

So after a while of trying to talk this out and try and have him be a normal boyfriend again, you give up as it makes his behavior even worse.

The day you suggest breaking up the heartbreak is clear in his mis-matched eyes. He doesn't want to hurt you. He really doesn't. He wanted you safe and with him.

You end up frozen to the floor by your feet before a hit to the head knocks you out like a light.

Finding yourself in an unfamiliar room when you awoke again was quite scary. Well… atleast it wasn't a basement?

Shoto had announced that you'd be staying in this room up untill you were both of age and could legally get married. You think a part of your soul left your body at that info.

And so it happened. You married into the Todoroki family and you were barely ever seen again.

But, you were his. As you were supposed to be. His soulmate.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ The Lost Boys - Masterlist ~

Poly! Lost Boys

°Become one of us ->fem reader, darker, the boys having their fun

°Pigeon Fathers -> fem reader, fluff

°What kinks/fetishes would they have?

°Broken promise ->fem reader, hurt/angst, fluff, smutish, tw character death, emotional

°It's not your fault ->fem reader, hurt/angst, tiny comfort, death

°Broadway, Bands and Singing->fem reader, fluff

°Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny angst

°Apologetic fight->male reader, hurt/comfort, angst

°The sunny night at the Hospital->fem reader, (sequel to Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital), hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

°The true feeling->gn reader, fluff, comfort

°The Lost Boys ~ Yandere Headcanon

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Part.1 ->Submissive Lost Boys series

°Frozen blood is better than ice cream->fem reader, fluff, comfort

°Romantic Szenarios->fem reader, no use of Y/n, fluff

°Halloween costumes - Headcanon->fluff, mention of smutish activities

°We are here for you->male reader, angst, eating disorder/self-harm, hurt/comfort

°Don't cry little bat->Lost Boys x kid reader (platonic)

°Our hearts hold you little bat->fem reader, fluff, comfrot, flirting

°Two creatures in one city->male reader, fluff, blood, flirting

°The meeting of the four revenant ->fem!reader, blood, some comfort

°Silent evening->Lucy as a badass mother, gun use

°Immortal love in four hearts -> Medievial au, mini series, smut

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

David

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ David ~ Part.5->fem reader, smut, sub/dom, fire play, hunter/prey

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dwayne

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Dwayne ~ Part.3->fem reader, smut, oral sex, body whorshipping, sub!dwayne/dom!reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Paul

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Paul ~ Part.2 ->dom!fem reader, smut, teasing, mommy kink, praise kink

°Your smile - Paul x male!reader ->self harm , hurt/comfort, kissing

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Marko

°Fluff Alphabet

°Feelings at night or ?->gn reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Marko ~ Part.4->dom!fem reader, smut, blood kink, knife play

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Michael

°Fluff Alphabet

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[uniasus]

Fic Rec! Death Echoes by Ocearna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423000/chapters/100983228

60K, DP x DC gen adventure

Summary: Danny's coronation is a big affair, with ghosts coming from all over the Zone to attend and celebrate. Unbeknown to him, it isn't only the Infinite Realms that feel his crowning.

Comments: When Danny gets crowned, JLD feels it and so the JLA goes to investigate. Danny is still learning how to control his power boost, the Crown and Ring aren't quite stable yet, and Batman strolls up with GIW tech. It's...not a good time. But they figure it out!

Once first impressions are dealt with, I really liked Sups and Wonder Woman in this. Superman is so good at guiding Danny through issues he has too, and Wonder Woman is a perfect diplomat able to ease things through. Sam is also a barely controlled bottle of fury, especially when it's only now the JLA decides to help with the GIW.

What I also liked about this was how prominent Deadman was. A lot of DP x DC fics integrate Danny with the Waynes, but Deadman's almost puppy-like behavior at seeing another ghost hero is enduring and Danny is immediately like ghost? mine. my person to look after.

Also - Dani whump! So you get all of it here - family fluff, hurt/comfrot, reveals, action, angst. 10/10 all around.

[starlight-bread-blog]

In Defense of Katara

Update: The views expressed on Aang in this post are majorly dated.

Katara has been..

a controversial character. Particularly for the following reasons.

Supposedly talking about her mother "all the time", bringing it up out of context, making it all about herself and lashing out about it.

But before properly analyzing her character, let's first actually list off all the episodes where Katara has mentioned her mother (also in video form):

The Boy in the Iceberg:

Mentions her mother to confront Sokka about being lazy, establishing the family dynamic after her death and generally setting up her character arc.

The Southern Air Temple:

Firstly mentions her mother to prepare Aang to discovering a "potential" loss when getting back home. Then again to show empathy to Aang by showing that she somewhat understands what he's feeling.

Imprisoned:

Brings up Kya to connect with Haru about similar losses. It's also brought up again by Haru when her mother's necklace disappears.

The Waterbending Scroll:

Didn't mention her mother, just the necklace. Since Zuko showed her the necklace, which was lost.

Jet:

Mentions Kya to connect with Jet who also lost his parents to the Fire Nation.

The Waterbending Master:

Once again, she only mentions the necklace. And only because Pakku notices it himself.

The Swamp:

The swamp makes her hallucinate about her mother. It was fully outside of her control.

The Crossroads of the Destiny:

Brings up her mother's death once she got a chance to have a conversation with Zuko, who was her enemy and for all she knew, represented the nation who killed her mother.

The Headband:

It is brought up by Aang. He tells Katara that people could recognize her necklace for being Water Tribe while hiding in the Fire Nation.

The Puppetmaster:

Katara connects with Hamma over being from Southern Water Tribe and being hurt by the Fire Nation.

The Southern Raiders:

This entire episode focuses on Kya. She mentions her 5 times total. (Worth noting that Zuko brought it up in the first place).

It is also brought up in The Runaway by Sokka, and in Sozin’s Comet Part 4: Avatar Aang by Hakoda.

To sum up: Katara brings up her mother in a total of 11 episodes. 1 to establish the tragedy, 1 to comfrot Aang, 1 was outside of her control, 1 to confront the Fire Nation prince, 3 to connect with someone with similar experience of loss, and 4 times it's just about the necklace.

The claim that Katara brings up her mother "all the time" and out of context is entirely baseless. But I know what you're thinking:

Yeah it's bad. Really bad. But Katara is a 14 year old, dealing with grief. By no means this is an okay thing to say. But let's dive deeper – how her mother's death effected her, the dynamics it created and if there is any truth to what she's saying.

Katara has always been the care giver, the one who'll notice when you're in need, giving seemingly unconditional emotional support. Even prioritizing other's well being over her own. In The Deserter, Aang acted careless, using his firebendering to accidentally injure Katara. Unsuprisigly, Aang feels terrible about hurting her. He is confronted about it not by Katara, but by Sokka. Meanwhile Katara heals her own scar. And in the end, she's the one comforting guilty Aang.

Another instance is The Desert. The Gaang was stuck without Appa, with little to no supplies, in the middle of a desert. They're all hungry, exhausted and unsure of what's to come. Katara shows incredible resilience and empathy – she offers her bending water to everyone, but isn't show to drink any herself. And her response to Aang's outburst after semi failinh to get water from a cloud.

Katara: Wow, there's hardly any in here..

Aang: I'm sorry, okay?! It's a desert cloud! I did all I could! What's anyone else doing?! *Points at Katara* What are you doing?

Katara: Trying to keep everyone together. Let's just get moving. We need to head this direction.

In the end of the episode, Aang finds the sendbenders who stole Appa. He gets in the Avatar state, and while all the other characters run away, Katara stays, she hugs him in an uncontrollable rage. Want to hear something interesting? We don't see the characters express gratitude to her efforts. Even in the next episode she helps strangers give birth.

Instead of resolving her trauma, Katara internalized it. She became "the mother". She is the reason Sokka doesn't bring up his mother. I'd like to add a quote from Sokka in The Runaway:

"I'm gonna tell you something crazy. I never told anyone this before, but honestly, I'm not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like my whole life, Katara has been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there".

This is the closest we got to giving Katara the much needed support. Their grief is not the same.

Same goes for Aang's grief. Yes, he lost his entire nation. While Katara's grief molded her character, Aang's grief is only brought up when used in context. It's only brought up explicitly 3 times: In The Southern Air Temple, while finding out what happened for the first time; in The Storm for giving us his backstory and in The Guru when he has focus on his grief. It's also used to create another layer of tension 3 other times (The Northen Air Temple, The Desert and The Serpent's Pass). In every time it's brought up, it's linked to the overall plot/subplot in some way. It isn't something that is shown to change who he is as a person.

Katara on the other hand, took on the mother role in the age of eight, fundamentally changing who she is. She is used to swallowing her pain, to suck it up because others need help. Only showing weekness when alone, when no one from the Gaang is looking.

Almost everything about her is somehow linked to Kya. She cooks, she she sews, she gives orders – like a mother. A quote from The Runaway:

Katara: What do you think, Aang? Do I act like a mom?

Aang: Well, I-

Katara (intensively): Stop rudding your eye and speak clearly when you talk.

Aang: Yes ma'am!

That's her canonical love intereat what? So casually, it's about Kya. The trauma they all experienced is semi the same, but the impact was completely different. Katara's experience of grief is fundamentally different from Sokka's and Aang's and never had a proper closure.

Until The Southern Raiders. Katara has a chance to finally express all of this pent up trauma. You might not think it's healthy, or sympathetic, but now it's Katara's grief that is on full display. But Aang and Sokka weren't understanding. They suggest her to go right back to what she has been doing for years. Aang even compares her loss to losing Appa and tells her she sound like Jet. And in a moment of humanity, weekness and frustration, Katara lashes out.

[scoundrels-in-love]

What can I give that is all for you? These arms are all I have (But I hold you like I do love you)

The only thing half alive in this town is the water pump and purifier that jankily works when the wind rips and shrieks through the valley, spinning its back-up wind generator. And even that bleeds out every time anew from a hole in its side.

Still, it is enough to set in motion a frantic chase that ends with Vash splayed in Wolfwood's lap and holding on for dear life as the definitely-not-fever shakes him while they barrel toward next town.

| Mashwood | Sickfic | Hurt & Comfrot | And there was only one bed | None of these idiots know how to take care of themselves and must be strongarmed into selfcare by the other two | Also on AO3. For my lovely sibling @bienchanter

They should have seen it coming. (He should have.)

It starts when they come across the small town in the early morning hours, when the suns hasn’t grown biting yet. The marks of the massacre are already sanded down - the bodies that haven’t been devoured entirely have been picked clean by worms and other scavengers. The room that once held the plant gapes ripped open in the central building, sand already filling it like a grave. 

The only thing half alive here is the water pump and purifier that jankily works when the wind rips and shrieks through the valley, spinning its back-up wind generator. And even that bleeds out every time anew from a hole in its side. There's a murky pond at the base, where the desert hasn’t been able to devour every drop from the last time fast enough. The top of it seems to be covered in some kind of inky substance, perhaps some oil from the machinery.

He and Blondie finish their quick and empty search for any survivors, before meeting up with the other two in the city center. Shortstacks looks green around the gills, but has been taking photos, for whatever she is compiling for that hack magazine of hers. Grumpy’s hands shake a touch more when he takes a swig and she doesn’t even scold him about ‘being on the job’. Blondie seems to be straight up disassociating, blankly staring at the once-plant room as if he could will the time to reverse. Closest thing this place will ever get to five minutes of silence, he supposes. 

But that, too, isn’t meant to pass and he has to rapidly change his assessment of what’s still alive in this graveyard. It starts as a quiet buzz on the edge of Nicholas’ hearing - later, he’ll realize that Needle noggin had tensed up even before him - that grows rapidly in volume and, in the blink of an eye, the black, shiny coating of water has lifted off the water’s surface, devouring the sun and moving onto them as the next target.  

“Run!” Grumpy yells, yanking his baby reporter along, and they follow suit. Wolfwood tries to pull his jacket over his head to protect his face and eyes from being consumed, and with the corner of his eye sees Vash pulling his hood up and trying to close up his coat. They all pile into the car haphazardly, rolling the windows up and swatting at the mosquitos that are stuck to their skin. The incessant buzzing presses through the metal and it doesn’t feel like it’s enough to deter them at all.

“Drive, God damnit!” he yells at Shortie, as if she isn’t really hitting the gas pedal so hard the whole car seems to jump before launching ahead. 

“I’m trying, I can’t see shit!” she yells back, windscreen wipers smearing black across the glass.

It’s nothing short of a miracle that they don’t crash into anything. Maybe he’s not given enough credit to her driving skills before, but it’s hard to feel anything positive about it as she sends them bouncing around the interior, literally trying to shake off the black cloud as soon as they’re out of the immediate vicinity of any buildings. Nicholas’ face gets to know the back of the front seat a little too personally and there will be several bruises on his legs where Blondie accidentally kicks him. 

It seems to work, though, or they just get far enough from the swarming place. Most of the mosquitos take off in unison and the world seems to finally quiet down, other than a few watery hiccups from Little lady, who is shakily trying to get more of the buggy remains off her with one hand. Her white jacket looks worse for the wear. 

“There should be a town half a day’s drive in that direction,” Grumpy shares, pointing a little to the west from their current direction.

“You know the area, Roberto?” she asks, nosyness beating whatever bug-horrors she’s going through. 

“Had family around these parts,” he says and the past tense accompanied by the solemnity leaking through sinks any further conversations to be had among them. Nicholas tries not to think too much about the small remains he’d stumbled upon in one of the nearby buildings, a decayed hand still clutching what once must’ve been a plush tomas. About the body that had been trying to shield it from whoever mowed them down. 

(He wonders if Livio was here, trailing behind Millions Knives or Chapel. It shouldn’t matter. It does.)

Maybe it’s because of that, that he doesn’t notice Vash slumping at first. It’s a soft thunk that alerts him, the other man crumbling into the car door, pressing temple to the glass. The car bounces a few times and there’s more of a vibration of groan that resonates than a sound as Vash sinks back into the seat. 

“Hey, time to roll those windows down. Blondie over here’s melting,” Nicholas taps on the driver’s seat, while opening his window with the other hand. 

“Vash?” Shortstack is immediately inspecting him in the rearview mirror and when there isn’t a response, leaning back around the seat to look at Vash directly. 

“Eyes on the road, rookie,” Grumpy says and is promptly ignored.

“Vash, are you okay?” Damn, there she goes with that tone of voice, again. That ‘I am distressed but you are the primary concern right now’ one. Why does everyone here gotta be so generous with their discomfort for the sake of others? Two peas in the pod, this pair, and Nicholas is the rot crawling up the vine toward it. Or however plants worked.

“Of course, it’s just a little headache,” Vash responds brightly, but it’s more of a faint glow from his usual sunshine act. 

Nicholas can tell she saw through it as well, the way her hands tighten on the steering wheel. They can’t go much faster than they already are, flying from one top of a sand dune to another. Every time they land, Vash tenses. Might as well be yelling from the top of his damn lungs. 

“Can’t ya stop trying to take off with this thing and use the damn road?” he snaps at Shortstacks, after the fourth or fifth one. 

“As if there IS a road here!” To her credit, she does get the hint and slows down enough to even out some of the bouncing. 

In another half an hour, he has had to move and prop Vash against his shoulder because he can’t stay upright without help anymore. 

“That’s the fastest I’ve seen anyone succumb to the fever,” Grumpy says in a tone that belies more of his concern than he usually permits himself to. 

“But I’m not feverish at all. Kinda chilly, actually,” Vash says just as their driver asks: “What fever, Roberto?” 

“Those things, they carry some kind of disease sometimes. Usually it hits a few hours later, not this immediately.” This makes something float to the surface in the back of Nicholas’ mind and he curses under his breath. Of course not even the few rare times water comes to the surface it can really be safe on this hellhole of a planet.

“Are you saying we’re going to get sick, too?” Meryl practically squeaks; it’d be funny in any other situation. It’s actually still a little funny. 

“Who knows, depends on your immune system. I should be fine with a few drinks and extra sleep. Been exposed before.” That’s comforting, Nicholas thinks to himself sarcastically. But if worst comes to worst, he can tip back a vial and purge the toxins from his body within minutes. 

While they talk, Vash has given up on the fight of staying upright entirely and slips into Nicholas’ lap, curling up and grabbing onto his knee, as if that will somehow stabilize him. It’s too tight to be comfortable, but he doesn’t say anything, and instead brushes a hand over Blondie’s forehead, the way someone long ago did for him. (Odd how natural it comes, this mockery of care that he’s almost entirely forgotten.) It’s sticky and warm, too warm even for someone like Vash who seems to run at a high heat setting constantly. One of the few things he can’t conceal - sitting next to Vash when their shoulders brush just so is like enjoying that perfect early morning warmth before it turns scorching.

“How much longer?” he asks and gets a noncommittal shrug in response. 

“Hour or two, I’d assume.” The older man lights a smoke and damn, there’s that almost physical itch in his fingers to grab one, too. He’d probably get ash on Vash’s face accidentally, though, so he’s gotta bear it until they’re in town. 

Meryl is staring at them in the mirror and he can tell she thinks that’s not quick enough, too. “I’m sorry, Vash, just hold on,” she says and goes into the breakneck speed again.

“S’kay, Meryl. We got to get you medicine before you get sick,” Vash smiles and gives her a feeble thumbs up with the hand that isn’t currently trying to turn Nicholas’ knee into bone meal. 

“Medicine for you,” she corrects him. 

Vash opens and closes his mouth a few times, as if trying to figure out if he’s going to swallow or spit something out.

“C’mon, Needle-noggin, if you got nothing smart to say, keep your mouth shut and try not to throw up on my shoes.”

For once, he does as told. It’s a nice feeling. Would be even nicer under different circumstances.

The rest of the drive goes by mostly in silence, they communicate through glances and shared sighs of relief when the town appears on the horizon. They skid to a halt in front of the saloon and Nico grabs onto Vash, so the blonde won’t fly out of his lap. 

Meryl’s already rattling off the action plan before they’ve entirely stopped: “I’ll book the rooms. Roberto, please see if you can find some medicine somewhere, since you know what this fever is.”

She turns to him and points: “Stay with Vash, don’t make him move until we have to get him to the room.” Just this time, he’s inclined to do as she says. And then they’re off, leaving Nicholas with his burden. He goes to remove his arm from where it's wrapped over Vash’s chest and straighten up, but the man grabs onto this limb as well.

“Getting clingy is reserved for second date onward, Spikey,” he jokes, because he’s not good with any of this shit, because this is the only way he can deflect without Punisher in hand. 

“Remind me of that later, Wolfwood,” Vash mumbles and, briefly, Nicholas wonders if he’s not suffering from the fever, too, with the heat that seems to go straight to his neck and face. 

Little lady’s back in what has to be record time for room booking - she’s been into haggling lately as their funds are drying up - and pulling the door on his side open. “How is he?” She kneels and peels some sticky strands away from Vash’s face with a tenderness that he can’t imagine his hands performing. 

“Same as before, clammy and boneless.” 

“I got all my bones,” Vash protests. “Well, except the ones I’m missing. Uh. The ones I was missing before. Already.” 

There's a mix of exasperated fondness shrouded in her worried expression and she seems to bite back a sigh. (Must be nice to be able to be this honest all the damn time.)

“Sure, let’s get all your bones inside, then,” Meryl tells him instead and then they’re extracting the gunslinger out of the car as gently as they can. He insists on standing on his own immediately as his feet touch the ground and almost topples down along with Shortstack not even a moment later. In fact, they would have, but Nicholas manages to wrap an arm around both of their waists and haul them back up at the last second, just as he was grabbing the Punisher with the other.

It takes them a tick to find their balance and then he pushes her away. “Not gonna carry you both up the stairs, Spikey’s handful enough.” She looks like she’s going to argue (of course she is), but Roberto’s return saves him, as she has to interrogate him about the medicine. 

With some effort, he manages to bring Vash into the room and have him seated on the bed. Roberto has brought some glasses, a jug of water and a bag of some powdery substance that he’s now distributing evenly. 

“You’ll have to keep him drinking, medicine and water both, until he’s sweated all of the illness out. Maybe puked, too, so keep a bucket close. Or two, in case you get sick, too.”

Meryl thanks him, ignoring Vash’s continued insistence that he’s fine, and then Roberto’s off, saying he’ll check in a couple of hours if he’s awake and if they need anything, they can yell. 

“We should get him out of the coat and boots,” she says when the door closes. 

Vash pulls the garment tighter around himself in response. “It’s cold.”

“It’ll be warm under the blanket,” Meryl reassures him, “and it could get dirty if you keep it on.”

That seems to do the trick and they peel a wobbly Vash out of his coat with his permission. Nicholas folds it as neatly as he can and puts it on the chair where the gunslinger can see it, along with his gun. Meryl has gotten his boots off in the meantime. It’s not the first time he sees it, they’ve shared a room before, but it really hits Nicholas how much smaller Vash currently looks without his outerwear. The black fabric clings to his frame and outlines some kind of geometric shapes beneath it. 

At least he saves them the debate and begins to fumble with his prosthetic without being prompted. 

“Tight, tight, tight,” he says with mounting frustration, as he can’t seem to find the right way to detach it. Annoyed, Nicholas pushes his hand aside and tries to replicate what he has seen him do before sleep. The angle is different, but with a soft click it finally comes off. Immediately, Vash starts to tug at the neck of his shirt with the same chant.

“Is it uncomfortable? Would you like to take it off?” Meryl asks, having fussed about the room and with the pillows while Wolfwood disarmed him. 

“No!” Vash responds with probably the most conviction displayed in the last few hours and Meryl winces. 

“Alright,” she says soothingly and brings him one of the glasses with the murky liquid. He drinks it without complaining, though he asks her thrice if she’ll take the medicine as well and he needs some help in holding the glass and a few breaks. Afterward, he leans heavily onto Wolfwood again, eyes closing. Wolfwood isn’t sure he’s entirely aware of it.

“Here,” the woman hands Nicholas a glass, too. Or at least attempts to. “It doesn’t seem like you’re showing any signs, but just as a precaution.” When he doesn’t accept it, she scowls at him. “No article in the world will pay me enough to take care of two giant babies. Just drink up.” Then she bottoms-up her own share, making slight sounds of disgust, while wiggling the other glass in his face. 

He doesn’t really think she or Roberto has the guts to poison him and keep a straight face all the while (and it wouldn’t stick anyway), but it’s hard to trust any supposed medicine that someone gives him. The sensation of tubes and wires going in and out of his body, down his throat, briefly seizes him. It must be briefly, it-

“Wolfwood,” Vash says - when did he get so close, so close that their noses almost touch and he is staring directly into blown pupils with thin blue halos around them? Meryl is staring at him, too, the kind of stare someone has when they’re trying to track a worm beneath the sand surface, gauge how much shit they’re about to get in. “Wolfwood, you shouldn’t get sick.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he pushes Vash away a little, hand to chest, and the other man just flops onto his back. Meryl seems to give up on her quest and places the glass on the rickety bedside table before heading into the tiny bathroom and he hears water running. 

“C’mon, let’s get you comfortable and maybe then I can get the bug guts off of me, too.” 

Getting Vash under the blanket properly turns out to be the easy part. The hard part is leaving. Vash grabs onto him again, strength that seems to be otherwise sapped by the fever coming back enough to hold Wolfwood in place. 

“Too cold. Stay.” And then he says something that sounds a lot like please.

Using force, he could pry Vash’s hand open and pull away, but he doesn’t. They need him to have at least one functional arm, at all times. (At least until Millions Knives decides otherwise when they meet in JuLai. But that’s beyond his contract. Doing whatever it takes to get him there isn’t. Anything beyond that is.) 

“Fine, I’ll be your heater for a bit. Don’t think I won’t write up a check when you’ve come back to what little sense you have tomorrow,” Wolfwood relents and toes his shoes off haphazardly before crawling under the blanket with Vash.

Vash immediately drapes himself across his chest, presses his face in the crook of Nicholas’ neck as if even that had been freezing and he can finally warm it up. In reality, it’s him that is scorching hot against Wolfwood’s skin. A sigh shudders through his whole body and then Vash seems to settle. 

At this proximity, Wolfwood can smell something sweet on him, almost sugary, and it takes him a moment to realize that it must be the scent of Vash’s sweat. Way to remind him that what’s clinging to him isn’t human. And yet.

Wolfwood has no illusions - it’s not some sweet and tenderhearted moment of connection. It’s simple and needy. And it’s so fucking good to be needed. For something other than aiming the Punisher, for the blood he can shed, for tracking down some fool who got his wits about himself a little too late. 

He wraps his arms around Vash -  holding them otherwise would be awkward - and counts the seconds between the blonde’s shivers. 

In a couple of minutes, Meryl comes out of the bathroom. Her face is scrubbed to the point of being red and her hair is a little damp, too, curling at the ends. Seems she’s left her jacket in there. She brings a couple wet towels with her, one of which she hands to Wolfwood. “So you can try to clean up. I guess he won’t be letting you go anytime soon.”  

Wolfwood  gives a half-shrug and wipes his face the best he can. He’s too exhausted to care at this point and this is frankly on the lower end of the scale of disgusting things he’s been covered in.

Meryl sits down on the other side of the bed and places the other towel on the back of Vash’s neck. He shrinks away from the damp cloth, throws a leg over Wolfwood’s and burrows deeper into his chest, but doesn’t throw it off. 

“It should help with the fever, even if he doesn’t feel hot at the moment. I think,” she explains, a little sheepishly. 

Sounds as plausible as anything to him. Vaguely, he remembers that sometimes something similar was done when one of the kids at the orphanage got sick, but that was several lifetimes ago.

“I’m not fever,” Vash mumbles into Nicholas' shirt, before his head springs up in alert. He turns back towards her with a distraught expression, glasses hanging off one ear. (He’s refused to take those off, too.) “Your hands ‘re very hot, Meryl. You need sleep.” Wolfwood lets him go and pretends his arms suddenly don’t feel empty and cold. 

“I will, don’t worry about me and just rest,” she waves Vash off as she shifts to get off the bed. Vash reaches for her faster than Wolfwood can even process, hand clinging to her puffy shorts, which makes Meryl let out an undignified squeak. 

“Where you going?” 

“Uh, there,” she points to the chair. 

“No, no, no, you’re sick, you need bed,” Vash tries to sit up and pull her onto the bed at the same time, but doesn’t get it quite right - he does get Meryl back on the edge of the mattress, but tumbles forward and ends up partially sprawled in her lap, looking up at her with a slightly dazed expression bordering on a smile, before continuing his efforts to wrangle her into the bed from his new and not advantageous position.

They struggle for a couple seconds, back and forth, before Wolfwood reaches and half-heartedly restrains Vash and pulls him off Meryl. “I don’t think he’ll give up, Little lady. Guess you better get in here, too.”

“But the bed hardly fits you two as is!” She’s flushed red to a whole new degree and he guesses it’s only in part from the exertion and the fever. He supposes she’s not immune to close-contact Vash, either. 

“We’ll have to make do. It’s not like you can take up much room.” That gets her bristling enough to try and prove him wrong. 

“Scoot over,” she nudges Vash who seems more than eager to oblige and practically crawls on top of Wolfwood. Even so, Meryl ends up having to sandwich him from the other side, if she doesn’t want her leg hanging off the side of the bed. For a moment, she lies there stiffly, staring at the ceiling and probably questioning her life choices, before turning to her side, facing Wolfwood. She fixes the damp cloth back to Vash’s neck and tosses her arm over his waist and then ducks her head down, into his back, in a rather futile attempt to hide her face. 

“‘S nice. Not so cold anymore. And you guys can sleep. Get all better,” Vash says with a relieved sigh and it feels like all tension he’d held in some secret, carefully locked compartment finally leaves him. Odd that it somehow leaks an ache into Wolfwood’s chest, though. But there’s nothing he can do about it, except hold Vash to him as the blonde’s breath evens and the shivering becomes more spaced out. 

He can feel Meryl shudder now and then through Vash and where her hand touches his stomach, even though she seems to try and fight the shivers and every time it comes out almost like a brief convulsion. Still, she keeps checking on the wet towel and changing it through the hours as the evening sets in, drinking sunlight out of the room. 

“Hey, just a thought - maybe Spikey had a point and you should try to get some damn sleep,” he finally snaps, as quietly as he can, and she briefly lifts her head to meet his gaze over Vash’s head. Wolfwood expects her to argue, but then she just slumps back down. 

“Wake me up if either of you need anything,” she says and in a few minutes she’s asleep, too. There's an odd calmness to the quiet room now. One that should feel odd, at least. Wolfwood focuses on listening to their breaths instead of thinking about what’s and why’s that spin in his head like dustmotes.

He must have drifted off at some point, too, because the glow pulls him out of the darkness that goes beyond the physical one filling the room. 

It takes him a moment to realize where he is, but less to pinpoint the source of the ethereal light. After all, he’s holding it. Him.

Vash’s skin looks even paler next to the light blue lines running like tears, like wires, like roads down his face and neck, arm and even fingertips where he can spot them peeking from beneath the blanket, still clinging to Nicholas. He can feel they’re cooler than his skin, can trace the patterns through their thin shirts, damp with Vash’s sweat. 

It’s alien and it’s beautiful. He doesn’t have better words for it. It’s like holding a star that doesn’t consume you. It’s like something he’d want to find the words for, if only he had the time. He wants that time. 

There’s a soft gasp somewhere in the darkness.

Meryl.

The bed creaks as she sits up abruptly and he can make out her shape in the gentle ebb and flow of the light Vash emits. One of her hands is slapped over her mouth, as if to catch any other noise. 

“Either save the scene for later or get the fuck out of here,” he growls low, instinctually holding Vash tighter to him, as if that could protect him from the fallout that always follows truths like an insatiable scavenger, ready to rip into and through any flesh. At the very least, Wolfwood’s voice seems to snap Meryl out of whatever trance or fear spiral she’s caught in.

“I’m not going anywhere. It’s still Vash.” There’s conviction woven in her tone and he wonders if it’s really that simple for her, the essence of Vash that she’s witnessed in these months overriding any other common sense or even survival instinct she possesses. Worst is, he can understand why.

Meryl’s hand is trembling as it enters the light, but it presses gingerly to Vash’s forehead nonetheless, lingers there as if trying to absorb and understand the glow through that. 

“He’s cooler now, I think… I think he’s healing?” Her guess is as good as his, but it’s a relief to hear, somehow. 

“I’ll get new towels,” she whispers again and Nico grabs her wrist before she can pull away. It feels as tiny and brittle as a bird's in his hand, even though he knows it can pack a powerful punch. (Seen it knock a man out cold when he wouldn’t stop pestering Vash in the saloon a couple towns back. There might still be bruises on her knuckles. He doesn’t remember very well how quickly humans heal.) 

“Don’t. He might wake up and I think he needs whatever this is.” 

She nods mutely and Wolfwood releases her. Meryl settles back down on her side of bed, but she is restless, as if she’s suddenly become extra aware of every lump and crease in the mattress. It’s a wonder Vash doesn’t wake up from all of her wiggling, but then again he seems to be more than just asleep right now. Eventually, she stills and her hand very cautiously comes to rest on Vash’s hip.

Soon after, he feels his eyelids grow heavy, too, though he tries to fight the sleep,  remain in this quiet moment with the Humanoid Lighthouse in his arms. 

Wolfwood comes to at the brink of dawn. Vash isn’t glowing anymore and he feels a lot cooler, too. Nicholas’ shoulder and most of his left arm is dead and gone to the world, though, and it brings a certain kind of sobriety to his mind, even with the headache trying to tear his skull apart seam by seam.

He looks around to assess the situation, where their weapons are (reachable with little effort, but not as close as they should be). That Vash has somehow shifted to be mostly diagonal across the minimal space they have, back and head on Nicholas’ chest, but his lanky legs are hanging over the side of the bed and Meryl is curled up partially on top of him. There are dark circles around her eyes standing out against pale and sweat-covered skin. The fever (her or Vash’s) or whatever she’s come to realize about Vash must’ve taken a toll on her. Both, probably. 

Wolfwood also feels worse for wear. Though Vash isn’t sleeping on his arm anymore, it is now pinned beneath Meryl’s head. Worse yet is his headache and that his mouth is dry as the sand outside and the last filled glass in proximity is the medicine left for him. One Meryl had been so insistent that he took. And he hasn’t had a smoke in ages. 

He licks his dry lips pointlessly, feels a split and sighs. Wonders if he could wiggle one of the vials out from his suit’s inner pocket without disturbing Vash too much. His gaze falls onto the medicine again. It’s not like it seems to have helped these two much (but they are alive). 

It’s just water, Nico tells himself. It’s just water with some substance that didn’t hurt even if it didn’t help, it’s just water that was brought to him with good intentions, as rare a breed as those are. He can already picture the nagging and fussing both Vash and Meryl will give him if they catch wind of him feeling under the weather and medicine untouched. It makes his headache worsen just thinking about it and a certain pinch comes behind his eyes. 

Faint memories of Livio insisting that he drinks the entire bottle of cough syrup to get better instantly (because that’s how medicine works, clearly) comes to mind and how he’d been about one third in before they’d been caught. The pinch turns into a tingle in his nostrils, almost as if… 

Fuck it, he can’t afford to go insane from dehydration. The drink is unpleasantly room temperature, the medicine added has bitter and sour taste all at once and he feels a little queasy afterward. It’d be nice if they made these things tasty, once in a while. That syrup had been nice, he recalls. Probably why he’d been fine with chugging it. 

Nicholas pushes the thought away, focuses on adjusting the other two bodies so they’re not as likely to fall out of the bed and break a bone. Would be stupid to be delayed any further because of that. 

At the ministrations, Vash sighs and tucks his head under Nico’s chin. A moment later, Meryl reaches for something in her sleep, gets a hold of his jacket’s lapel and seems to be content with that. 

Would be stupid to pretend that’s at all why he cares. Would be stupid to wish for a few more hours of this. But in the privacy of his fever-singed thoughts with hazy morning light as the only witness, maybe he can let himself be a little stupid, before he inevitably has to repent and drown in the shadows cast by Eye of the Michael. 

Tomorrow he will be smart and vicious and pious again. Tomorrow, he will be a wolf in sheep’s clothing again, leading them to the sacrificial altar. Tomorrow. 

Nevermind that tomorrow is already today.

[sorrelpaws]

Sorrel imma listen to each song and the playlist and give my take! I wanna see how close or off or just any feedback tbh! For funzies! LMAO The first song is JUST THE VIIIBE FOR THE SHOW OVERALL <33

YOU ACTUALLY WENT THROUGH EVERYTHING honestly im so giddy over this. I'LL PUT MORE SPECIFIC THOUGHTS under the readmore, BUT U WERE PRETTY SPOT ON DUDE!!!

arrival - totally for the vibe. Just sounds like them to me daydream in blue - originally this was more so about rick/diane and how rick (badly)copes with her loss. BUT HONESTLY your interpretations centering morty's disillusionment ARE ALSO REALLY NEAT and i cant believe i didnt think of that sooner hehe i think it might be hell - YUP!!! mostly rick song but also has some lines that work for morty them changes - ALSO WORKS FOR BOTH OF THEM!! but personally i think of it more as a rick song snake eyes - I'LL ADMIT THAT THIS is half here for the vibe, BUT ALSO yeah definitely morty at a breaking point toy plane - YESSS EXACTLY!!!! i've been plugging this as a morty song basically since i found it. Very much about the dynamic between him and rick. TO BE HONEST i've never even thought about the "though this house is unchanged" LINES BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT. RICK POTION #9. found god in a tomato - YUPPP very much their vibe. also makes me think very much about rick and just The way he is. his whole "i'm better than everyone" shtick just - YESSS EXACTLY THIS IS LITERALLY JUST rick being an asshole 180db_[130] - YUP just here for the vibe B) everything hurts - YEAH YEAH YEAH just completely rick's angsty sad miserable life no need for a leader - actually this for me is very much an evil morty song. specifically s3e7's whole plot starstruck - YUP MORTY SONG!!! for all his hurt feelings and protests, morty still obviously looks up to rick A Lot, so while he may be mad about something, he'll still go along with whatever rick wants fifteen minutes - THEM BOTH YEAH. here for the vibe cadence - this one is just kind of Rick and Morty to me. i dont even know how to explain it, just has their vibe. BUT I LIKE your interpretation a lot!! about how morty is aware of rick's self loathing and trying to kind of help him in his own way i'm your dog - YEAH. this is the most morty song ever to me. he really wants to act like he doesnt need rick, but he's also disgustingly codependent so the moment rick needs him, he comes running back. in the yard - YES!!! huge morty song. kind of has rick potion #9 vibes again, BUT I REALLY like the idea that there's some pressure to never mess up around rick, and feeling like his family prefers each other over him who is she ? - YEAH kind of here for the vibes, but also a bit for rick and diane! i don't know, i just feel like after searching for her killer for a couple of decades she might morph into less of a person and more of just an idea running on a treadmill - HEHE YESSSS morty doing everything for ricks approval to the point he sacrifices his own comfrot barbarism begins at home - YES about rick and morty's weird abusive relationship. morty not being "good enough", rick being a terrible role model/adult presence and not knowing how to be Nice call this # now - JUST FOR THE VIBES!!!! money - THIS ONE to me is about rick wanting to be better for morty, but having a really hard time stepping out of his nihilistic-asshole comfort zone. he knows he sucks, he acknowledges it, and he really wants to be better kiss me, son of god - very much a rick song hehe. specifically im imagining him in the era where he's contributing to the citadel's creation, but there's a line here that also make me think a bit about his relationship with prime (i destroyed the bond of friendship and respect between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye) birdhouse in your soul - just Rick and Morty and their relationship dungen - another Just for The Vibe song, BUT YEAH works well as a "throwback to the "good" ol' days" interpretation too drunk to come - YEPPPP RICK SONG ALL THE WAY BABY nugget killer - i'll be honest i also have no idea what this song says or means But it just Feels like rick and morty to me. i can feel it in my bones glue - YUHHHH MORTY ABOUT RICK YEOP YEP YEP YEOP oulala - YEP rick and his whole attachment and substance abuse issues two weeks - YEAH. their whole relationship

[eulchu]

Dnf

Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Clay | Dream (VB RPF), GeorgeNotFound (VB RPF), friends to lovers, slow burn , like reslllllyyyyy slow burn, like yearssse burn, unrequited love, not actually unrequited, flirting, tension, angst with a happy ending, romantic friendship, jealousy, complicated relationship, humor, THEY END UP TOGETHER, I Promise!, hurt/comfrot, LA house, coming out, acceptance, The Chains, drunk kiss, awkward encounters, eventual self acceptance, time skip, happy ending

zrunk kiss ill ***