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penpatronuswhump · 4 years ago

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WHUMPTOBER 2020

No. 17

Fandom: Avengers

Whumpee: Peter Parker

Caregiver: Tony Stark

Title: Blackmail, Bullets, Blood

By: PenPatronus // PenPatronusAooO

Steve was so concerned about Tony that he followed him one night. Tony walked to a small Stark Industries warehouse eight blocks from the Tower at two in the morning. Peeking through a dusty window, Steve watched as Tony loaded wooden crate after wooden crate into a white Stark Industries van. When Tony went to leave, when the garage door opened, there was Cap standing there illuminated by the headlights with his hands at his hips, looking like a mother who just caught her son’s hand in the cookie jar.

Tony stuck his head out of the driver’s side window and shouted, “Out of my way, Rogers!”

“I can’t do that, Stark,” Steve called back. “Not until you tell me why you’re sneaking out missiles in the middle of the night.”

“It’s none of your damn business where I’m going with my own inventory, Rogers,” Tony spat back. Tony jumped out of the van and pushed Steve in the chest. “Now get out of here!”

Steve caught Tony’s wrists when Stark went in to push him again. “Where are you taking those missiles? I thought Stark Industries was done with arms dealing. Who are you selling these to?”

“Selling them?” Tony laughed. He put his hands on his knees and laughed harder. “Selling them…”

In the bright light, Cap noticed that Tony’s skin was white and shiny with sweat. He appeared to have lost a few pounds and the crescents beneath his eyes were darker than usual. “Tony, what’s wrong with you?”

Tony wiped his eyes with his flannel shirt sleeve. “Nothing.”

“You’re upset and you’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m hiding a lot of things from you. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Tony…”

“Cap, I really need to get going.” Stark checked his watch. “I can’t be late.”

“Fine. I’ll go with you. I’m driving.” Steve went to pass Tony, but Stark grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Listen to me. Just… Just listen, Steve. I can’t get you involved in this. Nobody can get involved in this. It’s just between me and…” Tony sighed.

“Tony, I’m your friend.” Steve put his hands on Tony’s shoulders. “I just want to help.”

“You can’t help me,” Tony whispered. “This is the only way. This… This…” Tony’s face crumpled. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. “He took the kid.”

“Parker? Who?”

“Klaue. Ulysses Klaue, the arms dealer. He has Peter. And if I don’t keep giving him missiles, he’ll kill him.” Arms fell away, and Stark took his phone out of his pocket. He opened an app Cap didn’t recognize, and showed a live feed of a prison cell. In it, a very skinny, very disheveled, very dirty Peter Parker sat in the corner with his arms around his legs, staring at the wall. “Klaue gives him one bite of bread and one sip of water for every missile I give him. And if I don’t get there soon, Peter won’t have anything to eat in the morning.”

“He’s practically starving him,” Cap said. His face turned red. “Tony, we’re getting him out of there. Right now.”

Stark shook his head. “Klaue said that if he sniffs even the slightest bit of trouble, he’ll kill the kid without a second thought. If one security guard sees us, if one alarm goes off – Pete’s dead.”

Steve nodded. He gave it some thought – eyebrows frowning. “We’re going to need some help, then, aren’t we?”

“Steve, no, I…” Tony put his face in his hands, then suddenly whirled around and punched the truck with his bare fist. “I can’t risk the kid! This is the only way to keep him alive.”

“Tony, Klaue will eventually kill him, no matter what. We gotta get him out now.”

Tony took three deep, settling breaths. “You’re right,” he decided. “You’re always right, Cap. So… What do we do?”

“What we’re gonna do,” said Steve, “is rescue Parker and take down Klaue at the same time. And, fortunately, we have some very Ninja-like assassins who can get the kid out before Klaue even knows we’re there.”

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Tony stood on the dock outside Klaue’s seaside warehouse and watched the arms dealer’s men unload the missiles from the van. The only light was the moon over the water and one flickering snot-colored lightbulb above the entrance. Tony pulled his baseball cap down and folded his arms against his chest. Autumn was just about to exit the stage, and the East Coast had been promised an extra cold winter.

Klaue emerged from his office wearing a pit-stained white button down shirt over dirty jeans. He had a toothpick in his mouth and an assault rifle over his shoulder. “Mr. Stark,” he greeted, “my most loyal supplier. I’m told you’re five missiles short today.”

Tony held up his palms. “My own supplier let me down, Klaue. But I brought you something to make up for it. Look in the back seat.” Klaue nodded at his henchmen. One opened the van and an unconscious, tied-up, beat-up Steve Rogers came tumbling out, rolling across the wooden dock.

Klaue clapped his hands together. “Quite a gift!” he exclaimed. “I know some underground scientists who will pay quite a lot for a specimen like this.” He motioned for his henchmen. Tony expected Klaue to order them to take Steve inside but, instead, they lifted him to his feet. Klaue approached Steve, said, “I know you’re awake, Captain,” and smacked Steve across the face. Cap coughed and spit out a tooth.

“Let me guess what your plan was,” Klaue said, attention back on Tony. “I put Rogers in the same cell with Parker, together with their combined strength they break through the bars, and then they sneak out – escaping from under my nose, yes?”

Tony pursed his lips together so hard that they turned white. “Listen, Klaue, I just want the kid. I’ll give you whatever you ask, just give me the kid back.”

“We all want things, Stark. I want to own a Caribbean island. And, I’m only five mil short of it. And now, here you are, interfering with my dream, trying to take it away.” Klaue shook his head. “Tisk, tisk,” he said, waggling his forefinger. “I told you I’d kill the kid if you interfered. But, I think I’ll do you one better. I think, right in front of your eyes, I’ll kill all four of them.”

“Four?”

A garage door opened and a half dozen henchmen wearing thick jackets and caps over their faces exited with a very bloodied, very beat up Peter, Clint, and Natasha. Klaue gave the order to stand them next to Cap, then he ordered all four of them to their knees. His goons pushed them down and aimed guns at their backs.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter whimpered.

Tony shook his head. “I let you down, kid. I’m so, so sorry.”

Klaue was soaking up the moment like sunshine. “This is lovely. Half the world wants you all dead and here I am, little old me, holding each of your lives in my hands. I really should sell tickets to this.”

“Enough, Klaue,” Tony barked. “I want my team free. I’ll give you anything, anything you want.”

“Anything, huh?” Klaue tapped his chin. “What if what I want is for you to see your friends die?” He nodded at his henchman. “Kill Barton.”

“NO!” Tony screamed. He was too late. The henchman shot Clint in the back. Barton collapsed forward onto the dock. He didn’t move.

“Clint!” Nat sobbed.

Klaue suddenly cocked and aimed his weapon. “Who’s next?” he asked, aiming the gun first at Peter, and then at Natasha, and then at Steve. “Which one of your friends is next?”

Tony saw movement in his peripheral vision, and it took all his concentration not to look at the roof of the warehouse. “Klaue?” Tony said, his posture straight now, his classic smirk back on his face, “would you like to guess what happens when a warehouse full of volatile weapons gets hit by a bolt of lightning?” Tony looked up at the roof.

Klaue followed his gaze. Thor waved down at the crowd, then raised his hammer.

“Get him!” Klaus screamed, and he and all his henchmen turned to fire. At that precise moment Bruce Banner, who’d disguised himself as the very goon who shot Barton in his bulletproof vest, pivoted and hit Klaue in the shoulder with a bullet. Klaue tumbled backwards off the dock and into the water. His rifle spat a half-dozen times as he fell.

Natasha flipped to her feet. Barton rolled over and somersaulted backwards. Steve broke out of his bonds instantly. While those three kept the henchmen from shooting Thor, Peter sprinted into Tony’s arms. Stark caught him and lifted him off his feet, so happy was he. “Into the van, kid,” Tony ordered. “Everyone in the van, now!” he shouted. He could feel the dock rumbling as more of Klaue’s goons were heading their way. Barton, Banner, and Rogers dove into the back of the white van. Natasha got in the driver’s seat while Tony pushed Peter into the back seat. Tony yanked the door shut and shouted, “Heads down!”

Outside, Thor rose into the air, summoned lightning, and slammed it down into the weapons compound. The place exploded in a massive mushroom cloud. But seconds before it did, Thor picked up the van and flew it out of danger. He set it on the street six blocks away and opened the door, revealing his disheveled but whole friends. “Sorry I was late,” the god said. “I was with Jane and I didn’t get your message and... Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“Because we had to get there by a deadline!” Tony shouted at him. He sat against the far door with his arms around Peter, who was leaning back against him. “You cut it pretty damn close you big Norse piece of—” Tony felt something warm on his shirt. He looked down and saw dark liquid against his shoulder. It was blood, blood that wasn’t his. One of Klaue’s shots had hit a target.

“PETE!”

Peter had gone limp. He fell back into Tony’s arms, smearing blood from his shot up shoulder down the rest of Tony’s shirt. Stark tossed his hat away and adjusted Peter’s body so that the kid was cradled in his lap. “Nat! Hospital! Now!” Tony shouted.

A tear slid down Peter’s cheek. “Thanks for coming for me,” he said between hitched breaths. “Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Kid, hang on, we’ll get you some help in a second, in just a second, all right?”

Peter licked his white lips. “It hurts,” he whispered.

Tony’s heart clenched like a fist. He looked at his wide-eyed friends who were just as helpless as he was. “Hang on, kid,” was all he could think to say. Adrenaline burned through him and his face flushed. “Just hang on, Pete.”

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May exited Peter’s hospital room with a fake smile that instantly disintegrated once she was sure she was out of her nephew’s eyeline. Tony stood up from a hallway bench and she hugged him. “He’s so brave,” she sobbed in his ear. “He’s incredible.”

Tony nodded. He sniffed, and then held May at arm’s length. “He is. He’s an incredible kid.”

“He wants to talk to you.”

“Ok.” Tony took a deep breath. “Ok.”

The kid was asleep when he walked in, so Tony had time to sit in a chair beside the bed and relive every moment of the “rescue.” He should’ve done better. He should’ve acted faster. He should’ve this, he should’ve that…

“Mr. Stark?”

Tony shot to his feet. He leaned over the hospital bed and smiled at Peter without showing his teeth. “Hey, kid. How ya feeling?”

Tears sprung to Peter’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m so sorry. None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for me. The others – are they all right? God, Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry. I deserve to be—”

Tony held up his finger and made a sound that resembled a game show buzzer. “Don’t,” he ordered softly. “Don’t do that, kid. That’s a dark road I’ve traveled, and I won’t let you go down it. None of this was your fault, you understand? None of it. And the others are fine. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

Peter frowned at him. “Mr. Stark? Are you fine? You’re—you’re crying.”

Tony didn’t even realize it. He wiped his eyes dry. “Joyful tears, kid.” Then, without thinking about it, he leaned in and kissed the kid on the forehead. “Glad you’re ok,” he whispered, “so glad, Pete.”

The End

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blog-sliverofjade · 4 years ago

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Hearth Fires 10: The Meaning of Pack

Pairing: Remi Denier x OFC

Summary: Lorel Maddox just wants to live as a human, run her bakery in peace, and forget. Unfortunately, the alpha of the local leopard pack has very different ideas.

Remi Denier doesn’t know what to make of the female Changeling who wants nothing to do with him or the RainFire pack. He does know that he has a driving need to protect her. Even if it’s from herself.

While they’re embroiled in a battle of wills, there’s a war brewing on the horizon. The outside threat could not only destroy everything they hold dear, but tear apart the fragile new bonds of the Trinity Accord, plunging the world into bloodshed to rival the Territorial Wars of centuries past.

Word count: 3318

Content warning: Contains racial assault on an interracial (human and changeling) gay couple. Singh doesn't mention homophobia iirc in the series, so I left that possible element out because I felt that I couldn't include both adequately. I wrote Stian as submissive because I'd like to see more of them- and a dominant would've pounded the humans into paste- not because he's gay.

Hearth Fires Masterlist

Beta read by the transcendent pandabearer

“Lo’el!” A cheerful cry pulled her from daydreams of apples crisp, tart, and bright green baked into galettes and strudels. She turned from the pie display she was re-stocking in time to catch a tiny whirlwind in her arms.

“Hi, Jojo.” The girl’s deep brown skin was flushed with excitement. Her black hair was pulled back on either side of her head, French braids running along the top, and terminated in two high bobbly buns that looked somewhat like ears. Operating on deep-seated instincts, she hitched the girl on her hip. The warm weight of her little body tucked against her own felt right in a way she’d never experienced before and she allowed herself to take comfort in the sensation. “What’re you doing down here?” she asked.

The small downtown park was bustling with shoppers looking for fall produce, pumpkins, or in the case of the highly organized, holiday gifts. It seemed like the whole town came out to enjoy one of the last open-air markets of the season before moving to a smaller indoor version for the winter.

“Pun’kins!” She flung her arms in the air like gourds were the best thing ever and Lorel quickly put a hand on her back to help steady the girl, but she needn’t have worried. Jojo was a cat and had the requisite balance.

“Are you here to get pumpkins or were you hoping I’d giving you something that looks like a pumpkin?” As she talked, she turned to check on her newest employee, Irena, who was already competently handling the steady stream of customers. Her predecessor, a cousin of the blonde Madison, had quit after the Incident, as Lorel was calling it, in solidarity with her relative. Crows weren’t considered birds of prey and therefore exempt from the rules regarding predators sharing territory.

Jojo’s eyes slid to the sugar cookies cut in the distinctive shape and decorated accordingly. Long, angelic lashes batted beatifically up at her and she had to fight a smile even as her heart melted in the face of such cuteness.

“Careful, if you feed them they’ll never go away.” Angel, the unbelievably handsome man from RainFire, strolled up in Jojo’s wake. A boy not much older than Jojo orbited him, looking like a miniature version of the man in matching jeans and a red flannel shirt. He even had tiny coordinating work boots. The combination of gorgeous man and darling munchkin was too much for one poor bystander. Lorel winced in sympathy when the other woman walked into a pole.

Taking the teasing warning as permission, she gave cookies to all three of them, received unprompted thank yous, and she happily participated in the routine exchange, knowing that consistency was important for cubs. It took her a second to correct her mental wording to the more appropriate “kids.” Hanging out with changelings was giving her bad habits.

“No cookie for you?” An adorable frown from Jojo. Lorel’s poor heart couldn’t take it, she cast about for some excuse that wouldn’t plant the seeds of body image issues in a young psyche.

“I don’t want to spoil my lunch.” That appeared to mollify Jojo, finally taking a bite of the treat, and she jumped out of her arms. Lorel’s heart stopped for a moment. The organ stuttered back to life when the girl landed easily and lightly on her trademark purple boots. She and her friend wandered to investigate the blown glass suncatchers at the booth a few feet over; Angel turned to keep them in sight, his stance relaxed, but she had no doubt that he’d turn lethal in an eyeblink at the sign of any danger.

“Did you come down for the market?” asked Lorel when she could properly breathe again.

“The pack has a booth.” Angel nodded his head towards what she assumed was its general location. “Jojo had to come say hi to you, probably because she’s figured she can scam you out of cookies.” He shot her a smile that would have made any other woman swoon, but Lorel liked her men a little rougher, less pretty and more rugged.

“I’ll have to be careful in case she tells all her friends and they decide to gang up on me for the mother lode,” she laughed. The ocelot, which was sedate to the point of laziness for once, laughed at the idea of being swarmed by cubs nearly as big as it was, and they’d probably love it, too. “What do ya’ll sell?”

“Pumpkins, mushrooms, leafy green stuff, things people have made. You focus on local vendors?” She followed his gaze to the sign on the table that proclaimed as much. “If you’re looking for a supplier, we have berries, too: blue, black, elder, currants... I’m sure we could cut you a deal.”

Damn cats were worming their way into her life.

The boy wandered back and tugged on Angel’s pant leg, who crouched to hear what he had to say. A man across the way stared at what must have been an exquisite derriere because he spilled the sample of apple cider he was pouring for a potential customer.

“Can we go play in the water?” The boy twisted his body back and forth the way that kids do when they need to lay the cute on thick to get what they want.

“I suppose it’s the quickest way to clean you cookie monsters up. Or I could just toss you in the river.” Using his thumb, he wiped an orange crumb off the boy’s chin, who giggled at the teasing

“Can Lo’el come, too?” asked Jojo.

“Oh honey, I have to stay here and help Irena,” she began, gesturing at the crow who was refilling a sample plate

Twin pairs of innocent eyes stared up at her in appeal. Seriously, they should be considered deadly weapons and she was looking down a double barrel. Looking to Angel for help did no good, he just tucked his hands under his armpits and shook his head with a grin. It looked like she was on her own.

“And who are these cuties?” Having come over at the sound of her name, Irena eyed the trio of cats, stopping on Angel and then coming back for seconds. Apparently, she preferred her men pretty.

“Irena, meet troublemakers one, two, and three. Known aliases are Jojo, Angel, and peeshwank,” Lorel pointed at each of them in turn. She didn’t know the boy’s name, but she’d overheard Remi call him that the other night. Sometimes having acute hearing was actually useful.

“I’m Darin! Only Remi calls me peeshwank,” he giggled and revealed a missing front tooth.

“They’re trying to get me to play hooky.” Hands on her hips, she mock scowled. None of them appeared the least bit fazed. If anything, the kids turned the charm factor up a notch, something she wouldn’t have thought possible.

“Go play with the cublets, I’ll be fine here. Like you said, the breakfast crowd’s already come through so I won’t have to beat off the ravening hordes,” the traitor smiled reassuringly and made shooing motions with both hands, then leaned in close to whisper, “As long as you get me his phone number.” The slender brunette pulled away with a wink.

Lorel sighed in feigned resignation and held out her hands like she was about to be handcuffed. Two soft, little hands took each of hers and dragged her into the throng of shoppers, Angel close on her heels.

“Don’t worry, I won’t give her anything without your say so,” she said to him over her shoulder. Bumping into someone, she had to return her attention to where she was going.

“Thank you,” came the quiet response.

Where the kids’ smaller size allowed them to dodge easily, she was pulled into obstacles, but she didn’t let go for fear of losing them. The thought that they might get lost or hurt had her tightening her grip and bracing herself against the jostling.

While she was just over five feet tall, she was far from slender and never would be, to her grandmother’s chagrin. She was acutely conscious of her ample hips knocking into people and she did her best to make herself as small as possible. Each bump, no matter how brief, had her ocelot snarling in irritation and it took all of her concentration to remain in control. The crowd pressed in around her until all she could see was Darin and Jojo in front of her. Her palms grew clammy, but the kids didn’t seem to mind. A dull roar filled her ears, allowing only the loudest sounds through, and those were sharp and intense. Throat tightening, she fought for each breath.

The ocelot pressed hard against its cage, sandwiching her between it and the pressure of the crowd. How she managed to arrive at the splash pad, even though it was only fifty meters away, without going clawed, she had no idea. More than anything, she was glad that her tiny guides didn’t have so much as a scratch on them. Angel probably would have torn her to pieces for harming them. And she’d let him.

The kids stripped down to swimsuits underneath their clothing. Darin was so eager he forgot to unbutton his flannel shirt and ended up stuck with it around his nose.

“Help!” he pleaded, turning to Lorel, his arms above his head and his face obscured by red-plaid.

Moving automatically despite the strange sensation of not feeling fully present in her body, she crouched and carefully helped free the boy. Once released, he beamed and wrapped his soft arms around her neck. She froze with one hand tentatively curving around his back. A wet kiss against her cheek and he was off to run through the water spraying from colourful flowers sculpted from metal. Some of his packmates were already there and greeted him with shrieks of welcome, their happiness no longer piercing to her senses.

A large, warm hand settled on her shoulder. It felt strange and soothing all at once and she couldn’t bring herself to shrug it off. Angel helped her to her feet and opened his arms wide in an offer of a hug.

The leopards were so relaxed and comfortable with one another, sharing platonic hugs and kisses, casually holding hands. It hurt to look at them like they were a blazing fire and she was stuck out in the cold darkness, looking in. And now one was extending that comfort to her.

Although she wasn’t raised to accept casual physical contact, even platonically, from men, she stepped into his arms. It was like a long, cool drink of water after working for hours in the hot sun without a break. The sudden absence of a deep-seated pain she’d learned to deal with long ago made her nearly sag in relief.

This had nothing to do sex. She didn’t feel any attraction either to or from him, yet she needed the chaste affection and she soaked it up as long as he would allow her.

“We aren’t meant to be alone. Sure, some of us are more solitary than others, but we’re not meant to be cut off from our kind entirely. I can’t think of a worse life for a changeling.” He rubbed large circles on her back and she fought back a purr.

“Maybe it’s a nature vs. nurture thing. If you’re raised in a pack, of course you wouldn’t do well on your own.” Even she didn’t believe her own words.

“And how do you know you won’t be better off in a pack?”

A knot of packmates moved out of Remi’s way as he burst into the emergency room. The triage nurse took one look, recognized him, and hit the button that unlocked the security door that led into the depths of the department. The door shut behind him with a metallic click as he strode down the sterile, off-white hallway to where Theo stood guard outside of a cubicle.

A lean blonde man lay on a narrow bed, his normally bronzed skin was ashen and spattered with carmine. Catching sight of Remi in the doorway, he gave a crooked smile around a split in his lip and raised his hand in greeting.

“What the fuck happened?” Remi growled at the sentinel. The bad-tempered demand earned him a sharp look of reproach from Finn as he worked on the injured male in the treatment room; the wounded non-dominant didn’t need any more stress, least of all from his fucking alpha.

It seemed like his vocal chords were stuck in a semi-shift for the past two weeks and everything came out a snarl. That was part of the reason why he’d been running along the eastern border, channelling excess energy and inspecting the new security precautions, instead of sleeping.

Taking a deep, calming breath, he forced his voice into a more normal register. “What happened?” There, that sounded a little less like he was about to go on a murderous rampage.

“Stian and Leandro were leaving Acapella when they got jumped.” The lounge was popular with most segments of the population, even the psy who were exploring life outside of the emotionless discipline of Silence. While the telepathic race couldn’t drink since alcohol wreaked havoc on their abilities, Acapella was known for their extensive mocktail menu. The trendy venue was hardly known for drunken brawls. As far as Remi knew, the most violent incident that had occurred there was a spat two years before between a couple of drag queens over stealing someone’s routine.

“There were four or five human guys.” All RainFire members were trained in at least basic hand-to-hand combat. Five human men shouldn’t have been able to take a leopard, even a non-dominant. And Leandro, while human and untrained, was bigger than Stian.

“First one jumped out of the alley and hit him in the face with a baseball bat, breaking his nose. The wind was blowing the wrong way for him to catch a scent.” Claws pricked at Remi’s fingertips, the urge to hunt boiling to the surface.

“This was planned.” That time he didn’t bother to keep the cat out of his voice. “A group of drunks looking for a fight don’t use tactics designed to circumvent our sense of smell.”

“And they weren’t playing baseball at one in the morning, either,” agreed Theo. The man who was gentle with their most vulnerable and loved to play with the cubs was gone; only the lethal predator remained. A passing nurse started to admire him until they caught the dangerous aura he emanated, then quickly scuttled past even though his eyes hadn’t even flashed cat. The hindbrain of every creature knew how to recognize a predator no matter what skin they wore. “They took him down while he was stunned. One kicked him, possibly with steel-toes, while the other used the bat, and the rest went after Leandro.”

“Leandro, he ok?” The human male wasn’t one of his, but he was important to Stian. Finn did something that eased the grimace on Stian’s wan face and Remi’s urge to kill something eased down a tick.

“A little beat up, but he’s ok.” Theo blew out a breath and scrubbed an eyebrow with a thumbnail, then his quiet bass dropped to barely a whisper too quiet for Stian to hear. “You know his family wasn’t thrilled he was dating a changeling? This was too much on top of that, apparently.”

Remi turned the air blue. “Any witnesses?”

“No descriptions, either,” Theo shook his head. “Dark, non-descriptive clothing and hoodies obscured their faces on CCTV footage.”

More cursing.

“Thanks.” He clapped the sentinel on the shoulder. “We’ll talk later, this shit ain’t your fault. Go, be with the others before they storm the place for an update.”

“It’s not your fault either.” He fixed Remi with a firm look and then strode down the hallway, pressed the button that released the door for those exiting, and went to give an update to the waiting packmates.

Maybe not, but he could’ve at least fucking been there when Enforcement was getting his statement instead of brooding in the woods in the middle of the night like a fucking wolf. Next thing he knew, he’d be howling at the goddamn moon.

Cell reception could be spotty in the mountains, texts were the best method of communication once he was within range. Theo’s message had come in when he was on his way back, which meant Remi made it to the hospital soon after Stian’s statement had been taken. The distance, the adrenaline, and the fact that there wasn’t a bloodbond between the two of them combined meant Remi hadn’t felt the assault. Although he definitely felt it when Finn pulled energy from him to heal the worst of Stian’s wounds.

An alpha was supposed to be there for everyone in his pack.

Comforting others didn’t come easily to him; it was difficult to give something he didn’t have much experience receiving. With the cubs it was easy since they were easy to love and care for, the same way he’d been loved and petted when his mother was still alive. Steeling himself, Remi rapped on the door frame of the cubicle as he entered.

“How ya feeling?” he placed a hand on Stian’s shoulder, grounding him with the touch of pack, of his alpha, while Finn continued stitching up a cut on the other man’s side.

“Like hell.” A faint smile that didn’t disturb the deep purpling bruises that mottled his face.

“You look like it.” Yeah, it was definite: when it came to compassion, he definitely was the worst. “But you’ll be back to your pretty surfer boy looks in no time.”

Snorting, Stian scratched at his close-trimmed beard where a patch of dried blood stained the blonde hair rust red. Pale, almost colourless, eyes dropped to the blanket tucked around him.

“I’m sorry about Leandro.”

“Yeah, well, other fish in the sea,” he shrugged, then winced when his body protested the movement. “I can’t really blame him, the garbage they were spewing…” He shook his head. “Those assholes called him an ‘animal fucker’ and ‘race traitor’ like it’s 1982 and not 2082! But I can blame him for breaking up with me in a text message.”

Remi placed his other hand over the male’s, which was fisted in the blanket; small nicks, scrapes, and more bruises from defending himself marked his lightly tanned skin.

“I can’t even tell you what they looked or smelled like. I’m s-sorry.” Big fat tears that he’d been holding back spilled over to roll down his face and soak into his beard. The salt in his split lip had to hurt like a sonuvabitch, yet he didn’t wince. “T-they were wearing d-dark hoodies.”

“Hey, look at me.” Keeping his tone gentle, Remi moved his hand from Stian’s shoulder to the side of his neck. Those icy blue eyes filled with anguish turned to him. “They used tactics to avoid identification, they were prepared. You survived, that’s all you had to do.”

“I c-couldn’t protect him.”

“That bastard didn’t deserve it anyway.” A laugh that was part sob. “At least, tell me they messed up his face, too. Lark’s coming to keep you company. I told Angel to stay home, having him around right now would be adding insult to injury.” More shaky laughter in nervous relief.

“Whatever you need, you ask for it, ya hear me?” Remi clasped Stian in a careful hug and wondered how he was going to hunt down the fuckers who’d done this. He fucking hated feeling helpless, especially when one of his people were hurt, but he could do nothing less because otherwise that meant he couldn’t protect his own.

And an alpha who couldn’t protect was no alpha at all.

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transheadcannon · 6 years ago

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In Honor of the end of pride month (darn) Everyone is trans and everyone is at Pride

Hunk

Trans boy (he/him)

Pan and ace

Is there with Shay his (trans) girlfriend

Total mom of pride

Is prepared for everything all the time no matter what

Has granola bars and water on him at ALL TIMES

Is constantly making sure that everyone is together and okay

Is especially worried about Lance and Pidge

Especially when they’re both together

Help Lance sew their pride capes

Definitely brought a frying pan

For the Pun

Has a shirt that says “trans boys do it better”

Or “Frying PANS who knew right?”

I love Tangled I’m sorry

Definitely is wearing at least on form of floral print

Is terrified of losing Keith in the crowd

Really wants to get those leash backpacks for kids but for his friends

Hunk is the main supplier of glitter

You can bet your boots this boy painted his face

Will not stop throwing Pancakes at people

His pancakes are Holier than thou

So people eat them no matter what

Everyone, and I mean E V E R Y O N E loves Hunk and will die for Hunk

Once, at pride, Hunk got knocked down by anti-lgbtq+ protestors

Everyone was there to make sure he was okay

A group of Drag Queens fought off the protesters

Those protesters never came back

Hunk will, without hesitation, punch any terfs he sees at pride

No exceptions

Probably brought a ukulele to play “Rainbow Connection” nonstop

Taking names, breaking hearts, Hunk Garrett

All the ladies are swooning

Shay once had to fight someone to get them off of Hunk

Hunk may be a bit less vocal about it but he his the happiest person there

Keith

Trans Demiboy (he/they)

Gay

VERY GAY

(would date Nonbinary people too though)

Wears Croc Heelys to pride

Has a tendency to wander off which is really not good for Shiro or Hunk

Was roped into letting Lance, Allura and Coran do their makeup

One eye is demiboy colors

The other is Rainbow

Flannel and a black tank top

Lipstick (any color it changes year by year) to complete the look

Everyone thinks he’s gorgeous

Gets asked out by at least three (3) people at pride each year

First time they go to pride they cry

Everyone was so nice and kind and accepting

All his friends were so flustered because none of them had ever seen Keith cry

Keith probably got his wolf a rainbow bandana

Keith’s mom ( a well seasoned gay) is definitely part of the “Where the Hell is Keith Now?” Squad

Keith is normally the one that eats most of Hunk’s Granola bars

He and Lance usually fight over the last one

Keith, Pidge, Lance and Matt are in a “Who can get more glitter on who” war

Keith usually wins because this kid has reflexes like no one’s buisness

The one year Keith didn’t win was because someone Matt accidentally hit Allura

No one stood a chance

Pride Month is what Keith lives for

Catch him at 3 in the morning June 1 vibrating after watching every episode of Queer Eye and drinking Shiro’s secret stash of Rebull

Keith, surprisingly, gets in absolutely no arguments (other than Lance) or fights during Pride

They don’t want to take away the safe environment young queers have

Definitely wears a beanie no matter what

He rotates his demiboy hat, rainbow hat, and trans hat

“Bro it’s like 100 degrees out aren’t you hot?”

“I’m dying on the inside.”

“Dude, just take off the hat”

“pain is beauty”

“Dude, you’re going to pass out”

“PAIN IS BEAUTY”

Lance once stole a beanie

It did not end well

Shiro

Trans man (he/him)

Bi (or pan whichever suites your fancy)

poly

Definitely has a baseball cap with Bi and Trans flags on top

The dad of pride

Definitely wears a fanny pack but only because they’re practical

He keeps cookies and tums in there

Makes a point to dress like a dad

One year, The Squad convinced him to do drag

The results were actually amazing and Shiro can really work heels

Shiro was very flustered but very attractive

That day was Lance and Allura’s field day

Shiro does his own makeup for pride

Once got in a muscle flexing contest and won

Matt buys him a “I flexed and the Sleeves fell off” tank top to wear the next year

Has a shirt that says “Hi Gay I’m Dad”

Has one of those beer hats with the straws but he fills them with redbull

Despite Hunk yelling at him not to

Drinks more juiceboxes than water

Gets proposed to nearly every year

Hissed at someone when they wouldn’t leave Pidge alone

Once brought his teacup Chihuahua Tito

The ladies were S W O O N I N G

Shiro and Krolia co-parent Keith in shifts

Shiro is Lance’s wingman

Or he tries to be at least

Most people are too focused on him

People always assume that he and Allura are together

They’re just wrestle buddies

Allura wins always and no matter what because Allura is a goddess

Matt and Shiro aren’t allowed to go anywhere together alone after The Indident

Basically, they both got wasted, ate a shit ton of sugar, and got lost

They also somehow ended up almost joining a cult

So yeah those two need to be monitored.

People have definitely bowed before Shiro

Everyone wants to be adopted by Shiro

Allura

Trans woman (she/her)

Lesbian

Is famous within the LGBTQ+ communtity

A true icon

Definite beauty guru and a GODDESS

Goes every year with her (trans) girlfriend Romelle

Refers to everyone as “my lovelies”

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

Every time Allura breathes a terf gets punched

Every time Allura breathes a small trans girl gets her wings

Has her own float in the parade

Allura was Born on The First Day Of Pride

Allura also got in a muscle flexing contest and W O N

She hands out flower crowns in all pride colors

And she does it all IN 9 INCH HEELS

She and Romelle are a power couple

Taking names and Breaking hearts

Allura and Romelle

Dyes her hair pastel pink every year

Lance and Allura are unstoppable together

People always come up to her and ask her questions

She loves answering people

Haley Kiyoko is her anthem

Gets actual gifts from people

Coran is her gay uncle

Eats a crap ton of raisins

One year, a group of terfs came up to her to yell at her

They all walked away in love

Transphobes don’t stand a chance against Allura

No one stands a chance against Allura

She is a Very Powerful Woman

Allura, although regal and a goddess is actually is the most excited for Pride

It’s a cool fun environment for cool fun people

Allura loves meeting people

Even to this day she’s afraid she’ll somehow mess up accidentally

Everyone knows that’s bull though

She and Pidge are the loudest at pride

Kills it every year in a crop top

Helps every years queer prom happen

She’s so powerful

Matt

Trans man (he/him)

Wears Shrek merch nearly every year

No shirt

Has a speaker that plays nothing but Bo Burnahm’s “Everyone thinks I’m Gay”

And occasionally “All Star”

Was the biggest factor in why Shiro and Matt can’t hang out together

If he sees a bug, he WILL NOT let you stomp on it

No matter what age

At the end of pirde he’s always covered head to toe in insects and glitter

One year he ditched the Shrek merch in favor of dressing up as spider man

All of the kids swarmed him it was adorable

Another year he wore his fursuit and nearly started a revolution

Helps Pidge choose an outfit each year

Is also the one who buys all of Pidge’s pride things including glitter, flags, shirts

Other than Lance, is Allura’s biggest fan

Allura likes (platonic) him, but Matt is too thick to realize that

He got rainbow Shrek merch and cried

Is actually like the older queer brother

Like the nerdy one that’s too afraid to go outside

Every year never gets less exciting for him

He’s Lance’s slightly more successful wingman

Gets sunburn every year

Even in the Spiderman costume which covers him from head to toe

Socks and sandals

Specifically to bug people

Obviously those are Shrek socks

What are we animals?

Matt keeps at least 3 cookies with him at pride

For emegincies

Steals most of Shiro’s juice

On the first day of Pride month plays “The most wonderful time of the year” on repeat until Pidge tries to kill him

“It is NOT the time for Christmas music”

“IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE CHRISTMAS TO BE THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR”

Matt at 3 in the morning June first “IT’s the first day of gay lads”

He and Pidge always host a party after the Pride Parade

It mostly involves more glitter fights, except they get Shrio in on it too

Shiro, surprisingly always looses

When he hit Allura in the face with glitter he saw his life flash before his eyes

It was kind of pathetic

Definitely sneaks in Vodka in a water bottle

Pidge

Nonbinary (They/them)

Aro/ace

Before the Parade they roll in glitter to properly prepare

Once Matt had a “genius” idea

Let’s just say it ended with Pidge covered in cling wrap and glitter

Pidge wears sarcastic pride shirts and their floofy golf M.C. hammer pants

Pidge and Allura are devious little Shits

Allura taught Pidge how to walk in heels

Pidge taught Allura how to steal 50 candy bars without getting caught

They do both together

Pidge and Lance are mostly the reason why there are so many glitter fights

Pidge comes out again every year during pride month

Calls it their “Gender birthday”

Comes up with a new extravagant idea each year

Last year it was hot air balloons

This year they’re hoping to hack into NASA so they can rearrange the stars

Pidge pays for it out of pocket too though no one is sure how

Pidge drinks more juice than Shiro

Pidge will only refer to Shiro as “Papa Gay” during pride month

Lance is “ You Absolute Asshole Give Me My Rebull Back”

Tries to eat nothing but Skittles for the month but Hunk always catches them

Colors absolutely everything they can get their hands on rainbow

“Rainbow. The best color. The only color if you ask me.”

Has a shrine for Miles Mckenna

Marshmallows

That is all I must say

“Hey Pidge,I’m a lesbian”

“I thought you were American”

Hates getting Misgendered at pride

Because I guess people gender people at pride

Will punch a terf

Has a T-shirt that says so

One year Lance did their make up

Or tried to at least

It did not end well

Pidge wouldn’t stop moving

Pidge once did Lance’s makeup

It did not last well

Mostly because Pidge has no idea how to do makeup

Pidge also protects the bugs at pride from feet

Lance

Trans boy (he/him)

Lance uses the glitter the best

Very decorative

(until the glitter wars)

Sometimes steals Keith’s lipstick to use

Allura and Lance always have to go out for coffee before the parade

That’s were they gossip

Lance is Hunk’s impulse control

Namely, if Lance doesn’t do something stupid Hunk will

“It’s a heavy burden”

“Lance, no one made you eat that many granola bars”

Lance is Shiro’s source of Redbull

Lance usually wears a pair of booty shorts and no shirt to pride

Allura lets him borrow a pair of heels each year

Lance owns a pair of platform crocs for pride

Is always a close second in the glitter wars

Owns a shirt with the words “Papa Gay” and Shiro’s face

Is probably the most vocal at pride

Makes his own flags for pride

Always paints at least 50% of his body pride colors

Once brought powdered chalk

That did not end well

Even though Pidge messed up his makeup while doing it he still wore it out

Every year the children flock to him and every year he brings markers for the kids to doodle on his arms

Definitely makes signs each year

He saves them and hangs them up on his wall

His entire family came to his first pride

He was sooooo happy

Lance’s family was mildly concerned but happy

Lance almost got roofied one year

He smelt it though

He got that scumbag arrested

After getting top surgery and not needing his binders he did a huuuuge give away

He was pretty much chucking binders at people

Definitely the kind of guy to have the really extravagant patterned binders

People were crying and swooning

Has asked many times for Shiro and Matt to stop being his wing man

Everyone knew that wing man was Hunk’s job

Everyone knew that except Hunk

One year Shiro did his wings and he cried

I was going to do Coran but I ran out of space. I promise he’ll get his own post

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years ago

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Southern Man (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has to sneak back home with Sam’s help and attends her first customer meeting...

Masterlist

Pairing: Ranch hand!Dean x reader

Word count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: More Dean in the next part, promise!...

“Fuck, Y/N. You gotta wake up,” said Dean, shaking your shoulder as you stirred, lifting yourself off his bed. “It’s nearly five and the other guys will be up soon.”

“Oh shit,” you said, bolting up from the bed, having fallen asleep in the wee hours of morning leaned up against him. You’d simply stayed up talking to him, talking about ranching, talking about school, talking about music and your families and how he wanted to take a camping trip on part of the property when he got an off day.

Pretty soon you realized he could talk about anything at all and it still put a smile on your face.

“Be careful, it’s still dark out,” said Dean, handing you your flashlight once you had your boots on, tossing one of his flannels at you. “It’s cold too. You’ll be frozen by the time you get back to the house.”

“Thanks,” you said, slipping it on and buttoning it up fast, Dean quietly opening his door. “See you later.”

“See you,” he said, pecking a quick kiss to your cheek as you slipped out. Boots were not ideal for running but you had to move fast before one of the early risers caught you out. You’d gotten back to the house in relative ease when you realized your key was in your bedroom.

“Please pick up,” you mumbled into your phone, wrapping your arms around yourself, hopping on the front porch to try and stay warm.

“Why are you calling me from your room? I’m ten feet down the hall,” whisper shouted Sam.

“I’m locked out. Let me in,” you said. The other end was quiet, Sam appearing through the window in the front door about a minute later.

“Where the hell have you been young lady?” he teased, squinting at you through the door with the messiest bed head you’d ever seen.

“Sammy, please let me in. Dad gets up at five,” you said, Sam sighing as he hung up and opened the door. “Thanks.”

“Is that a man’s flannel you have on because it sure looks like it,” said Sam, crossing his arms.

“You just helped me so that makes you an accomplice so get your ass back upstairs and we’ll talk later,” you whispered, Sam rolling his eyes as he followed you up the stairs and turned down the hall with you towards your wing of the house. You heard a door creak elsewhere, your head snapping back towards Sam.

“Go, I’ll cover,” he whispered, giving you just enough time to duck in your room before your dad was mumbling down the hall. You peeled off your boots and Dean’s shirt, your jeans going with it as you dove under the covers. You didn’t have enough time to fake sleeping, instead settling for blinking your eyes furiously when the door to your room opened.

“Hey, honey,” said your dad, sitting down on the edge of your bed, putting a hand on your forehead. “Sammy said you woke him up because you aren’t feeling good. Stomach okay?”

Sam shaking his head behind him made you groan.

“I think I ate something bad,” you whined, your dad shushing you.

“Get some sleep. I’ll make some soup for you to try later. Take the morning off and we’ll see if you’re feeling better around lunchtime,” he said.

“Thanks dad,” you said, grimacing just enough so he pulled your covers up over you.

“Come on, Sam. Let’s let your sister get some rest,” he said, ushering the both of them out. Ten minutes later you got a text from Sam.

You so owe me for this.

You sighed and fell back asleep, waking up around ten, catching Sam in the kitchen down stairs while he took his morning break.

“First off,” you said, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. “Best big brother ever, right here.”

“You’re lucky I’m willing to risk dad’s wrath for you. I can’t believe I snuck you back in. We’re adults, Y/N! We shouldn’t have to sneak around,” said Sam.

“Yeah well when you come home late dad just smirks and puts on this proud little face. When I come home late it’s who were you sleeping with so I can go kick their ass. It’s not fair and it’s been that way for years. That’s why we have to sneak around,” you said.

“Maybe you could stay in the guest house with Charlie,” said Sam.

“Then he knows I’m sneaking around and Charlie has loud freaking sex, no offense to her,” you said.

“So...do I have to ask what you were up to last night?” asked Sam, crossing his arms.

“I assume you already had a little chat with Dean,” you said.

“He said you stayed up talking all night and that was it. He did mention he kissed you a few times but that’s as far as it got and as far as it will get until he can take you out like a proper gentleman,” said Sam. “He seems like a decent guy.”

“Good because that’s exactly what happened,” you said, Sam raising an eyebrow.

“If you two are going to have anymore late night talk sessions, be more careful. Dad’ll fire him like that,” said Sam.

“For being my friend?” you asked.

“A friend you kiss,” said Sam back.

“Point taken,” you said.

“You really stayed up all night just talking? He didn’t try to make a move once?” asked Sam.

“Apart from a few kisses and cuddles, no not really. He’s very...patient,” you said. Sam shrugged, going back to his morning snack, leaving you to wander around to the living room to curl up on the couch.

It was like somehow Dean knew not to push you too fast, to let you take things slow and careful, to show you he very much could be a gentleman under all those stupid and filthy jokes he’d told you the night before.

“Shit,” you said, a twitch of butterflies in your belly. “I don’t need a crush or a secret boyfriend. Not this summer. Not ever.”

“Excuse me?” you heard Dean say behind you, ripping a scream from you.

“Don’t sneak up on people,” you scowled, Dean ducking his head down.

“Sorry. I thought you were Mrs. Y/L/N. She asked that I come up and to wait in the foyer,” he said. Well...technically he was standing in the foyer, your mother coming down the stairs with a smile.

“Y/N, it’s just Dean,” she said, giving him a smile. “Y/N’s not feeling too well this morning so we’ll give her some space. Now on the phone you said you’re good with landscaping?”

“Yes mam,” said Dean. “I’ve been taking care of my parents place since I was a kid. Ran shop around the neighborhood all through school and college.”

“Great! You can help Mr. Y/L/N with the flower bed,” she said. “He doesn’t know a tulip from a mum.”

“It’s May mam. Mum’s are normally a fall flower,” said Dean.

“You just passed the test,” she said with a nod. “He’s out front somewhere. Feel free to use the first floor bathroom or kitchen if you need a break. Y/N should be around if you need anything.”

“Where are you going?” you asked, resting your head on the back of the couch.

“Grocery shopping,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I got my cell if you need me.”

“Uh huh,” you groaned, Dean glancing over when she was gone. “We’re in the clear. Except for Sam.”

“In the clear of what now?” asked Charlie, coming down the stairs with a smile.

“Dean, you remember Charlie. Apparently all of my siblings want to know about my non-existent love life,” you said.

“Sam already filled me in,” said Charlie, your head whipping up. “Older sibling code. Shut up. We do it for your own good. We’ll keep your secret blossoming relationship quiet as long as he keeps his word about taking this slow.”

“Thanks,” said Dean, slipping on his work gloves. “I better get back to work.”

Charlie hummed as he went outside, tilting her head at you.

“I know you were faking. You go back to work too,” she said.

You rolled your eyes and pulled on a pair of boots, barely three feet outside when your dad waved you over.

“Feeling better, honey?” he asked, Dean already down on his hands and knees, digging out spots for flowers.

“Yeah,” you said, your dad patting his hands together.

“Good because you and I have got an investor meeting with the Clarks over lunch,” he said.

“Dad. You know Vinnie is my ex. The one I broke up with like not long ago...because of the cheating thing...” you said, your dad scowling.

“I thought you said you were over that,” he said.

“I am, I just-”

“Supplier meetings are part of this job. Wine and dine. The Clarks are long time contributors. Wear one of those nice dresses you got and it’ll be over in a flash,” he said.

“Well...can I help you guys garden at least until we have to go?” you asked.

“Dean can handle the flowers. I have to prep you for your first meeting,” said your dad.

“Good luck,” said Dean with a smile.

“Thanks,” you said, reluctantly going back inside.

Three hours later you were sat in your dad’s passenger seat, staring out the window as you drove home from lunch.

“I shouldn’t have made you go. Your stomach was off and we had a big meal and...” said your dad, sighing when he turned up the road to the house.

“Sorry I threw up,” you said quietly.

“It’s not your fault,” he said. “I want you to rest the rest of the day. We’ll see about taking you to the doctor if you get sick again.”

“Mr. Clark got mad,” you said, feeling the burning lingering in your throat.

“Well you did vomit in his son’s lap. You know what? Fuck them both for telling you off like that. We don’t need their business. We kept him on because you and his son seemed to get along but screw all of ‘em. We’ll work with the Joneses, they’re cheaper anyways,” said your dad, rubbing your back.

“I’ll clean up the truck,” you said, your dad shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about the truck or the clothes. I want you to go inside, take a shower to clean up and then get in bed. That’s an order,” he said.

“I fucked it up,” you said, ducking your head down, dry gagging on the stench coming off of you.

“Honey,” said your dad, pulling into the driveway and stopping the truck. “Y/N.”

You were crying and you knew he hadn’t seen you cry in...years really. You saw something in his normally hard demeanor crack and you looked away.

“You’re not a boy. I can’t teach you like I taught Sam. You’re my baby girl on top of all that. We’re gonna figure out a different way of doing things, of me teaching you. One that doesn’t make you upset or stress you out so much you throw up,” he said.

“Dad, I didn’t-”

“You’re stressed and it’s my fault. We’ll make it better if I survive the ass whopping your mother gives me,” he said. You smiled at that, seeing one appear on his face.

You climbed out of the truck on shaky limbs, steadying yourself by the time your dad walked around to help you to the front porch.

“Is she okay?” you heard Dean say. You looked over, Dean down to his gray tee, covered in dirt and sweat and concern.

“Rough day. When you finish with the landscaping, can you run to the pharmacy just down the road and get some Tum’s for Y/N please?” asked your dad.

“I’ll go right now,” said Dean, jogging over to the path down to the ranch, your dad shouting at him.

“Take mine,” said your dad, tossing him the keys. “I have to clean the inside anyways. Get a scratch on it and you’re fired.”

“Yes sir,” said Dean, climbing up into the drivers seat and taking off.

“I think I was wrong about that boy,” said your dad. “Understands priorities.”

You grumbled as you walked inside, finally relaxing again when you got under the hot shower. After twenty minutes, you’d scrubbed yourself clean, coming out to your room to find the Tum’s on your nightstand. Taking a swallow of it, your sore throat began to soothe and your stomach was settled by the time you were under the covers.

Hopefully everything else started to feel better soon too.

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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