#mark sloan one shots

[shelbgrey]

Hi, I had an idea for a fic . Would you be able to write a Mark Sloan x reader. He cheated on reader with her best friend Addison and found out she was pregnant after they broke up. Years later, when Mark is working at Seattle Grace, Y/N and her daughter/son travel to visit Derek but end up in a car accident. Their child is fine but Y/N has severe injuries. She wakes up to find out Mark knows about their child and wants to start again as a family. When she has recovered they get back together and Y/N becomes a surgeon at Seattle Grace. Thank you! (Sorry it’s long, it came to me in a dream 😂)

We are family(mark Sloan)

Paring: Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader

Summary: The reader and her son get into a car crash on their way to vist her brother Derek. While the son is fine the reader has several injuries and finds out Mark, her ex knows about his son.

Greys MasterList

“are we there yet?” Jason said looking out the window of the car. I smiled at my son's brightness as he awaited our over due visit with his uncle Derek.

“almost honey” I said taking my eyes off the road for a second to look at my son.

The drive was long and it was making us both extremely antsy but it beat flying in a plan. I hated flying and my son had never really experienced it but he decided he'd never get on one due to all the movies he's watched.

The longer we drove the darker it got... And the storm fell heavier. The ran plunked on the car loud and fast as I drove down the highway. He had about an hour till we got to Seatle and I was extremely thankful. My anxiety spiked as I saw a car behind swerved then sped up.

“mom?” Jason asked.

“hang on” I mumbled and tried to speed up. The other car did beat me to it and swayed right. I gasped as the tired screamed and hit our car head on.

“mommy!”

Then it when black...

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“Sloan, make sure the kid is okay” Webber shouted from the other side of the ER. As Jackson left to help Derek and April Mark ran to where he was instructed. He pulled the privacy curtain back and saw a small boy who was about ten years old. The little boy looked up at Mark with eyes that looked all to familiar. His hair was also a dark blonde that was shockingly familiar

Mark hesataed for a second and the two boys studied each other. The Boy titled his head for a second then Mark shaped out of it.

“Hey, kiddo what's your name?” he asked checking his head for any cuts. He only had one and it was on the left side of his forehead.

“Jason, sir”

“I'm Dr. Sloan” Mark smiled softy as he cleaned the kids cut. He couldn't shake this feeling, it was like he knew the kid or seen him before.

“is my mama okay?” he asked. Mark looked at the chart and his eye brows scrunched together as he barely heard the question. The Boy and his mother had the last name Shepherd... That's just a coincidence, right? Shephard is a common last name.

“Dr. Sloan?” the boy said softly. Mark quickly closed the chart then turned to the boy with a small smile.

“I'm sure your mom's fine, but wait here” before the Boy could argue mark was gone like a flash of lighting. He made sharp turn and nearly ran into the threshold of the room where the boy's mother was in.

His heart stopped as he watched a teary eyed Derek and Meredith giving the woman chest Compressions. “y/n...” he breathed out and stumbled backwards into the wall with his hand over his mouth.

Bailey looked over clules to the connections. “Sloan we'll need you on standby there's a nasty cut on this poor girls arm”

Her voice was muffled to him and then a ringing followed as he stood there shocked. There was nothing on his face... It was just blank.

Derek looked up and staired at his best friend with rage and sadness. Of course the two had made up and it killed Derek that he had to keep Jason a secret but at the same time anger and resent fueled him.

“stay with Jason, Mark!” Derek yelled as he checked y/n's eyes. In the back of Mark's mind he wanted to know how he knew the kids name but at the same time he left like a mindless robot.

He left the room as tears pricked his eyes. He tried to control himself but he couldn't help but shake as his stomach turned. He felt his whole body move uncontrollably and before he knew it he had emptyed his stomach in the trash can behind the nurse's station. Due to the commotion in the ER he calmed down in peace. But only one person noticed Mark Hurling in the small trash can.

“dude, you okay?” the same small voice said from behind.

Mark's eyes went wide and quickly covered his mouth and turned around. He looked down and saw the same damn eyes stare back at him.

“you shouldn't be up... You could have a conceson or-r” he's started to stutter unprofessionally as he paced infront of the boy. Boy looked up at him like he was crazy.

“I'm fine... Where's my mom?”

Jason didn't get his awnser as Mark quickly pulled him out of way. The fith strecher of the night came barreling through almost missing the boy.

'how many heart attacks can this kid give me? I just met him' mark thought as he pulled he boy to his chest and out of harms way.

Mark knelt down infront of Jason holding his shoulders. “are you okay?”

The boy nodded and smiled. Mark's steal blue eyes widened as it was like looking in a mirror. His mouth opened but no words came out. At least to the boys knowledge as a familiar voice shouted over Mark's.

“Jason! There you are” Jason's eyes widen with relief. “Aunty Amy!” the boy ran to the female shepherd and hugged her tight. Amilea looked at Mark and sighed.

“Aunty Amy...” Mark said like he got the answer he wanted all night.

“is my mom okay?” Jason asked Amilea. Amilea sighed and picked him up and carried him into the waiting room where it was quite. Mark follow as he wanted more awnsers.

“so this is your aunt?” Mark asked softly. Jason nodded. “and I Have a Uncle that works here too, he's a knea-row.. A-a nurosurgeon” he nodded each syllable as he tried to pronounce the word.

Mark's heart skipped a beat. “how old are you?”

Amilea looked between the almost identical boys. She knelt infront of the seat Jason was setting in and talked over him.

“you don't have to awnser that” Jason looked confused as he looked at the two doctors.

Mark got impatient and frustrated with Amilea. He ignored the female Shepherd and looked at Jason... Only Jason.

“how old are you kid?”

“10...now where the heck is my mom!?” Mark covered his mouth and set down as the months and years all fell into place in his mind. He sat there speechless as Amilea turned to her Nephew.

“your mom has to have surgery... She hit her head pretty hard and Dr. Sloan here is gonna stich her arm up... She'll be all better in no time”

Jason looked down with teary eyes and a pouty lip. He sniffed and cried into her shoulder as Amilea picked him up.

“hey” she started and pulled her head back so she could see the boy thst was hiding in her neck. “your mamas tuff right?”

He nodded without a sound. “and Uncle Derek is the smartest doctor you know right?”

Jason nodded again and this time Amilea nodded with him. “well you got nothing to worry about... Everything will be fine”

Amilea looked at Mark. “you got a surgery to get to, right?” Mark nodded silently and stood up. “don't let her down again... Or him” Amilea mumbled as he robotically walked away

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“why didn't you tell me about Jason?” Mark asked as he stitched up y/n's arm. He felt his stomach turn as he did his best not to ruin the elephant tattoo she loved so much with stiches.

“I wanted to tell you but y/n thought it would be better if I didn't” Derek mumbled as he stopped her brain bleed.

Mark scoffed. He had no right to be mad at Derek but he was stood scared and almost relaved that Jason was his. He need to take his frustration out on some rather If it was far or not.

“I naver wanted to hurt her... Let alone loose her” Mark said. He regreted cheating on her since day one and no other woman could match up to her. There was no excuse to what he did but if he got a second chance he wouldn't screw it up.

“she was so broken and mad after addisson she thought you didn't deserve to know” Derek explained. “after she healed she was too scared to tell you... She didn't know how”

Mark looked down after he was done he bandaged up her arm and set next to her as Derek's words ran around his head. In his mind it was all his fault, he wished he could be with Jason since day one... He wished he could have asked y/n to marry him sooner instead of falling into Addison's clutches.

He still had the ring and he carried it around. He didn't know it was a coping mechanism or it was a symbol of the hope that still sparked inside of him.

After the surgery Mark walked into the waiting for with Derek. Mark sighed as he watched Jason and Amilea playing go-fish. Mark quietly knelt next to him and smiled.

“your mama isn't awake yet but do you want to see her?” jaosn nodded softly. Mark picked him up as Jason rubbed his eyes. Derek smiled softly and followed to make sure y/n was recovering properly.

“you gotta be quite, okay?” Mark told him. Jaosn nodded as Mark sat him down.

Mark opened the door and led Jason in. Jason remained quite as he smiled as his mom.

“can she hear me?”

“I like to think so” Derek said.

“hi mommy” jason whispered and placed his tiny hand on hers.

Jason sat with her for a bit longer and talked to her believing she could hear every word. Mark stayed the entire time to and set next to her. This isn't how he imagined spending time with his family but it was the first time he was in the same room with both of them.

At about midnight Derek and Meredith took Jason to their house to watch him while y/n recovers. Mark didn't leave though and he didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

When He was sure they were alone he took her hand as tears started to fall. “you can't leave me... You can't leave jason”

“God he has your gorgeous eyes... And he's such a good kid... Reminds me of you” he whispered.

“I'm so sorry I hurt you... And when you wake up I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you and jason”

Mark didn't know how long he talked to her but before he knew it he feel asleep holding her hand. His deep slumber was interrupted in the early morning of the day but the bed shifting. He slow set up as he felt her squeeze his hand.

“Mark?” she looked so confused as she looked around.

He didn't know what possessed him but he chuckled with reilef as he leaned forward placing his lips to hers. It was quick kiss that held so much meaning.

“I'm so glad you're okay and jaosn perfectly fine he's with Derek and - and I'm missed you so much” Mark started to ramble and quickly stopped when he saw her softly chuckle.

“it's good to see you two Mark” she then looked at him with a serious expression. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jason... I was just so mad and hurt... It wasn't fair to you”

He quickly shook his head. “you have nothing to be sorry for, I broke you and hurt you... And to be honest I've been miserable with out you”

“me too... I want you in jaosn's life” she admitted. Mark smiled. “Whatever you want... He's great kid and I wouldn't have it any other way”

Y/n smiled and grabed his hand. Tomorrow and the near future was uncertain but there was this silent reassurance that everything would be fine.

[saccmaass-reads]

Recommended Mark Sloan fics

Here’s a list of all my favorite Mark Sloan fics I’ve read lately, I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did! if you have any fic recs of your own don’t hesitate to send me❤

Note: please pay attention to the warnings

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers:)

Exhaustion by @multifandomimagines999​

An exhausted reader collapsed and her boyfriend comes to her rescue...then it all makes sense

[she-karev]

hi, I just found your page and your greys shots, I was just wondering which characters do you write for and do you take requests by chance?

Characters I Write For

Amber Karev

Andrew DeLuca

Alex Karev

Jo Wilson

Jackson Avery

April Kepner

Maya Bishop

Carina DeLuca

Characters I Want to Write For in the Future

Lexie Grey

Mark Sloan

Do I take requests?

Yes I do.

[shadybiotics]

PT2 | MAUGA & VENTURE × READER headcanons

[ PT1 HERE ] writing some more for them cus i cant get enough of their dynamic

Mauga wouldnt mind sharing you, polyamory was nothing new to him and he knew better than anyone about the need of exploring ones options and the fun that can bring. Plus, whats better than one lover?

Venture on the other hand... was not so keen on the idea. Not at all actually. They werent so much the possessive type and felt quite secure about their relationship with you, but what really irked them was that it had to be him out of all people.

Not only was Mauga full of himself but he also had no respect or consideration for anything other than materialistic goods and shiny things, or at least thats how Sloane viewed him.

If you had some fun with Mauga, Venture would know. Not because you bragged about it but because the sneaky bastard would leave hickeys only others could notice. Some behind your ear or the back of your neck, something you could, and often did, very easily miss.

If him and Venture had yet another argument prior, he would no longer bother trying to hide his markings. Instead, he would make sure they were as dark and as many as possible and would then leave the problem of covering them to you. He knew that Sloane would know it was him and that only irritated the archeologist further.

Forget about Mauga, what irritated Venture the most was how he pulled these little stunts and played these games at your expense.

But Venture was no better. Venture tried being the bigger person but they just couldnt. They were both childish in that sense.

So Venture played along. And when you spent the night with them instead, they'd make sure to leave something for the eyes too. Something for theirs and Maugas eyes only. Little bruises and marks along your chest, ribs or thighs, something they knew only Mauga would have to see sooner or later. Venture would then coax you to mark them as well in easy to spot places; neck, jaw. Hoping for that to be a silent but strong enough 'fuck you' to Mauga. They would even strain their neck and keep their chin high to make sure he would notice.

Even tho they disliked eachother they knew how to act civil and put aside their bickering when they wanted to. Sometimes, all three of you needed a break, some time to relax, so you would go out to a bar. Sometimes it would be a club, depending on the mood.

Mauga would keep ordering you a round of shots or some fun sounding cocktails, or whatever you picked out when he offered to get you something. It was cute at first, issue was he didnt know when to stop. Or he didnt want to stop.

With one large arm around your shoulders, he would pass you drink after drink.

Whatever you picked he ordered for himself too. There being a very obvious difference in mass, he wouldnt feel a difference while you felt the alcohols effect very quickly. But Mauga didn't see a problem. You were all here to let loose, no?

Venture would juggle between nonalcoholic beverages and some light booze while they cautiously watched you drink, unsure of Maugas intentions. With each passing glass they saw you get more bubbly, more chatty and more touchy... with everyone.

For the sake of your own dignity, they told themself, Venture would keep you close to them so you wouldnt wander off getting touchy feely with some stranger, or even worse, Mauga.

They'd keep you close as they held you by your waist. At this point you were practically wasted, your eyes could barely stay open, so you were both sat. Venture was sure you wouldn't be able to stand if you tried to. Your hands still feeling grabby held tightly onto and squeezed their arm as you leaned heavily into their body.

Mauga, enjoying himself like nothing, would try and snatch you away for a dance, feeling only slightly tipsy now, but Venture would quickly swat his pesky hands away letting you rest unbothered some more.

[writerintheworking]

Smut one shot requests (I write them on Wattpad & here but you can only request on here, my Wattpad user is sm_twrit_r) I only do male smut sorry

Baby:

-damiano younes

-niccolo govender

- Brando de sanctis

-fiore fiorenzi

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Harry potter + fancast:

-theodore nott

-mattheo ridde

-tom riddle

-lorenzo berkshire

-regulus black

-blaise zabini

-cedric diggory

-harry potter

-ron weasley

-fred weasley

-george weasley

-draco malfoy

-professor snape

-professor lupin

- James potter (fancast)

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Outer banks:

- JJ maybank

- john b

- poper heyward

- rafe cameron

- topper Thornton

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The vampire diaries:

-damon salvatore

-stefan salvatore

- Enzo st john

-jeremy gilbert

-tyler lockwood

- alaric saltzman

-klaus mikealson

- elijah mikealson

-kol mikealson

- kai parker

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The walking dead:

-daryl dixon

-rick grimes

-carl grimes

-negan smith

-glenn rhee

-ezekiel sutton

-jesus (Paul) monroe

-abraham ford

-alden

-merle dixon

-dwight

-shane welsh

-micheal mercer

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Stranger things:

-steve harrington

-eddie munson

-billy hargrove

-jonathan byers

-dimitri

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Riverdale:

-jughead jones

- archie andrews

- f.p jones

-sweetpea

-fangs fogarty

-reggie mantle

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Shameless:

-ian gallagher

-lip gallagher

-carl gallagher

-mickey milkovich

-kevin ball

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Grey's anatomy:

-derek shepherd

-alex karev

-jackson avery

-mark sloan

-george o malley

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Random:

- Jake webber

- johnnie guilbert

- Colby brock

- Sam golbach

- Vinnie hacker

- ghost (cod)

- ghostface

-dominic fike

-javon walton

-jaden walton

-matt sturniolo

-chris sturniolo

-dean winchester

-samwinchester

-percy jackson(og)

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The rookie:

-tim bradford

-john nolan

-wesley evers

-aaron thorsen

-henry nolan

----------------------------------------------- if there's any kinks, tropes or setting you want in lmk in comments or lmk in messages

MY WATTPAD IS DOWN RIGHT NOW!!

[beachy--head]

Wish I could turn you back into a stranger

"Cautiously, he sits beside her and stays silent. They've been so distant these past weeks, haven't shared more than a few sentences ever since she moved out of his place, that he knows better than trying to touch her to comfort her. He even wonders if she would be comforted by him, and the thought makes him sick."

Set in season 14. April treats a patient that brings back memories, and Jackson goes on a hunt. One shot.

Note: Sometimes you want to write sweet, tooth-rotting fluff, and sometimes you just want to embrace the angst and lean into it. Guess which option I chose.

trigger warning: child loss, grief, abysmal communication.

Oh, and even though this takes place at the beginning of season 14, Stephanie is still there, just roll with it.

___

“Edwards, Wilson, you’re on plastics again tomorrow. Deluca, you're free to join us in the burn center?” “Sorry Dr. Avery, I'm with Dr. Kepner in the ER all day again tomorrow.” Jackson nods to show he's heard the resident’s answer and starts reviewing the paperwork for the procedures he’s done today. The burn center, once Mark Sloan's brainchild, is something he's very attached to, and perhaps the only department for which he doesn't mind managing the admin side, even after a long day of gruesome surgeries, which mobilized most of the residents and several attendings. Next to him, at the nurses' counter, Deluca stops where Jo and Stephanie are charting and where Arizona, who operated on a 10-year-old burn victim with him, is reviewing a file. Deep in his paperwork, Jackson hears them more than he listens to their conversation. “If you're too busy to help us, go away,” Stephanie grumbles. “I’m just waiting for some lab results, and then I’m back in the pit. I still have to log more hours in trauma. Which is great, because something cool always happens when you're on Dr Kepner's shift in the ER. She has the coolest cases,” Deluca gushes, and Jackson thinks to himself while signing a form, what is it with Deluca that he always sounds like an enthusiastic golden retriever?

Read more on ao3 / ff.net

[callsign-rogueone]

Hi Liz, how have you been?

I've been wondering since all the theories and IG posts circulating about Onyx Storm, if Rebecca unalibes one of the Marked ones or Violet's squadmates, will you still write for them like you did for Liam and in the gf's canon?

What would happen with Spark and Liam's story?

Thank you so much in advance, love you xoxo

hi lovie! I’m doing okay, thank you.

this hurts to think about but I’ve thought about it a lot. especially considering that 2/3 of my main men are probably going to die — Dain is very likely going to sacrifice himself for the greater good at some point, and Brennan… idk. but nobody is safe here, as RY has told us many times 🥺😭

and it’s complicated. using Liam as an example:

I’m still writing one-shots for him, that take place during the time he’s alive in canon.

he’s still going to be included in my little two-sentence thingies like “that time of the month”, “study season”, etc.

I’m continuing Liam & Spark through Resson and on her own through the end of Iron Flame as she processes her grief (and interacts with Sloane). that will probably be the end for her, unless I go back and fill in the gaps with more. for Onyx Storm, she might make cameos in other gf’s stories, as an unnamed water-wielder or “your friend” etc, or she might just stop showing up entirely. we’ll see.

the same would be true of any of our other seven boyfriends if they were to pass, but also as of right now, I have “happy endings” planned for them: everyone’s getting married, I’ve already named their kids if they’ll have them, Tyrrendor is given sovereignty and Xaden and Duchess are in charge now, Aaric becomes king of Navarre, standard stuff. probably going to be one chapter each (~3k). I’ll also take requests for the happy-ending AUs once they’re posted, like… “can we see more of Sawyer with his girls, or Garrick and Angel picking baby names”, idk, I’m just throwing things out here.

so to synthesize:

if any of our seven living boyfriends pass, I’ll still take requests for them within their time in canon, they’ll get the above things I outlined for Liam (one-shots, blurbs, headcanons, the GF’s pov through their death and possibly for a while after, and then the happy ending as a bonus chapter of “what could have been”.)

if any of the girls or other side characters pass, I’ll also do the above, minus the GF stuff and the happy ending au. though they may make appearances in the happy ending AUs for the GFs, since it’s a “everybody-but-Liam-lives” AU. so sorry Liam. but somebody needs to be the namesake for [redacted]’s son… (any guesses?)

maybe I’ll write a happy ending for Liam and Spark and have it be a dream of hers after he dies. that would be cruel. but I’d do it anyway.

I hope that all made sense. but I did say that it was complicated, didn’t I?

love ya! 🤍

[flingcat16]

Fic #4 BABYYYY—

This one is based on the whole 80’s slasher concept suggested by Valeria that people went crazy over. Thought it would be fun.

Word Count: 2123

TW for descriptions of blood, wounds, violence, murder, torture, and mildly sexually suggestive content.

Read at your own risk.

(Post is marked as Mature for Violence and Sexual Themes)

Your heart throbbed in your chest, your lungs heaving as panic flooded your very being. The forest ambience around you attempted to soothe you, but the adrenaline in your system kept your body ablaze.

How was it possible for one person to kill so many people in such a short amount of time?! There couldn’t have just been one person.

Your ears listened for any sort of disruptions in the forest around you as you crouched down behind a tree. Nothing. You felt you could breathe for a moment, the candle lit lantern in your hand shining faintly in the dark through the deep red fresh blood stains on the glass cage. You could feel the warmth of the small flame on the hand that held it, soothing your nerves a minuscule amount.

Where did they come from? Why did this happen?

You knew your campsite was too far to try and reach, so you took out your phone with your open hand. You desperately tapped on it, but all you got displayed on the screen was a red battery symbol. Your phone was dead in the middle of nowhere.

Panic hit you once again as you slipped your phone into your pocket. You tried to remain calm, but your gut screamed its warnings like a foghorn.

“Hey! Is anyone there?!”

That voice. It’s distant, but it’s clear in tone. They sounded worried, panicked even. You weren’t the only one who’s alive..?

It wasn’t the voice you heard from the person you saw killing your friends; it was Sloan, they’re alive?! You could’ve sworn they died, you heard them scream earlier! But how long ago was that? Thirty minutes? An hour? Maybe they managed to escape!

You were about to shift to stand up, but the yelling from your gut convinced you otherwise. You stayed down behind the tree, holding your breath.

“There’s someone going around killing people! I know a way out!”

You carefully stood up behind the tree, trying not to make a sound. You peeked around the tree, but you couldn’t see anything despite the full moon in the sky. The forest was so dark, the leaves too dry to brightly reflect any existing light; thick enough to block it. You couldn’t see Sloan. You knew they were there, but you couldn’t see anything.

Then you saw it, a flash of silver for only a fraction of a second before it disappeared. Your heart rate shot up once again, and you could feel the panicked throbbing in your head and chest. You didn’t dare move. You held your standing position against the tree, your arms shaking, and thus the lantern in your hand shook as well. The killer was right near you; near Sloan! Yelling like that will get them killed!

You held your breath still, the screams in your gut getting louder. It told you to run, but you didn’t listen, not with how close the murderer was to you. Your lungs began to heave once again, so you covered your mouth and nose with your open hand, trying to silence yourself.

“That’s a nice bloodstained lantern you have there.”

You felt hot air hit your ear, making you jolt. The voice felt familiar, but the hiss of the voice and the tone made your skin crawl. Then, the smell of iron and blood. You jumped and staggered backwards, falling down to your hands. The adrenaline rushing your body didn’t let you fully fall, and you immediately scrambled to your feet and ran. You had kept hold of your lantern, clutching it hard in your hand as a way of grounding yourself. The dirt kicked up under your feet, all the sounds around you seeming to intensify, blasting your ears alongside the pounding of your heart. You felt and heard footsteps following you, and it only made your legs seem to strengthen.

The ground under your feet didn’t treat you with kindness, and your foot caught on a tree root. Your body lurched forward and down, your face slamming into the dirt under you. Your left arm was out in front of you, your right to your side. You lost your grip on the lantern when you fell; it went flying forward, colliding with a rock, its bloodstained glass breaking with a deafening crash, the force of the air around it snuffing the candle out. You tried to pull your legs and arms in, and as you tried to pull your right arm in, a foot slammed into your right wrist, pinning your arm down as it sent a sharp shock of pain through your body. You yelled in pain from the sheer force on your wrist, your body jolting to pull your other arm in. As you got your arm up so your palm was pushing you up, a hand came down on the back of your wrist, pushing your arm down and into the ground. You felt another foot and a knee on the ground on your left side, your expanding chest pressing against their leg. Your lungs struggled to take in air as you felt them sit down on your lower back to hold you down.

“Gotcha…” They sneered, gripping your wrist.

Your eyes dripped tears from the pain in your wrists, so severe the adrenaline in your body didn’t cover it. You spat out the dirt in your mouth from the impact, trying to pull your left arm out of their grip.

“Nuh-uh,” They gripped your wrist harder, “I don’t think so.”

Through your panic, it hit you. The hand on your wrist felt rough, calloused, their skin was thick. Their voice… It was… Sloan..?

“Carrying a lantern around out here with a murderer on the loose wasn’t such a good idea… don’t you think..?”

Sloan’s voice sounded manic. Panicked but well aware of themself. Their voice felt like nails on a chalkboard with how gut wrenching it was to hear. What is going on?!

“Sloan..?” Your voice was dull and weak, almost completely silent, “Are you..?”

You couldn't even finish your sentence before you felt the cold backside of a blade press against your back, thick blood trailing down onto your skin from the blade’s surface. You shuddered, the blood rushing through your veins boiling from the sheer panic you felt. The blade pulled up on your shirt, creating tension under your arms from the cloth. You felt the tension release as your shirt ripped from the blade.

“Hmm?” Sloan purred, pulling the blade away from your back.

You wanted to move your legs, but the ground and Sloan’s weight didn’t let you. Your breathing has become heavier than before as you grit your teeth, the air hissing between your teeth. Your muscles started to give out on you as you realized you were trapped.

Sloan poked the center of your upper back with the tip of the blade, poking a small hole in your skin.

You jolted a bit as you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut.

Sloan slowly pulled the blade a short distance down your back, cutting through your skin.

The cut wasn’t deep, but it was horribly painful. Your voice cracked into a sharp groan of pain, your fingers digging into the dirt around you. You could feel your blood flood out of the thin cut, flowing down your back along your spine.

Sloan lifted the blade, taking it away from its place in your skin, their breathing nearly in line with yours.

Your hands didn’t relent in the dirt, gripping hard from the searing pain. You felt warm air on your back above the wound, but then, even worse, a soft, warm pressure over the bottom of the wound.

Sloan pressed their tongue against the cut in your back, slowly sliding their tongue up the wound.

Your whole body shuddered as you felt their tongue piercing pushing into the wound, opening it as they licked up your back, their hot breath flowing over your sliced skin.

You couldn’t tell what was worse, knowing they were licking the wound on your back, or feeling their tongue piercing slide between the sides of your flesh. The cold metal of the piercing makes your body shudder, but the warmth of their saliva, tongue, and your blood makes your skin burn. Being hot and cold at the same time; it made your head throb even harder than before.

Sloan pressed their lips against your skin at the top of the wound, sucking your blood into their mouth. The taste of your blood made them moan as they let go of your skin, sighing with satisfaction.

The moan Sloan let out vibrated against your back, sending a shiver down your spine. The thought of your own death scared you, but Sloan’s behavior in this moment scared you more.

“You’ve always been gorgeous since the day I saw you… but this..?” Sloan’s voice was higher pitched and breathy, making your body tense up in protest, “Ugh… It’s so intoxicating.”

The tears in your eyes got heavier, you couldn’t believe what they were saying, what they were doing to you. You sobbed under them in pain and disbelief, your lungs pulsing with each sob.

“Oh, mi querido… Don’t cry.” Sloan cooed, “It’s only me and you now.”

You could barely speak through your sobs and through the pain, but you did anyway. Your voice came out pained and strained.

“You… You killed everyone, didn’t you Sloan?!”

Your throat throbbed in pain after you spoke, your breathing turning into pained wheezing.

“What..?”

They sounded… hurt?

“No cariño… No, I would never!” Sloan’s voice sounded heartbroken, “It started with that disgrace of a human! I’d never let them get to you, never!”

Despite all the pain, fear, and confusion you felt, things started to click for you. Someone else was here killing people, Sloan’s scream before… It made sense.

The incident broke them.

“I didn’t let them get to you!” Sloan was practically yelling, “I killed them..! I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing them hurt you!”

You continued to cry under them despite their words, your eyes starting to burn from crying so much.

“I-I saw them kill people… I saw people get stabbed through the heart… Through the throat… All I could think of was the possibility of that happening to you!”

Their voice broke your heart into thousands of pieces. You decided to try and speak again, even though your throat and lungs protested.

“You’re… You know you’re hurting me… right..?” You wheezed, your chin falling onto the dirt, “Right..?”

You could feel Sloan pause, their grip on your left wrist loosening. You were too weak to move however, you didn’t even try.

“I-I…” Sloan stammered, their voice cracking as they stared down at you underneath them. They eyed the wound in your back, their gaze widening, “N-No I—“

You laid your head down on the dirt with your cheek against the ground, your whole body was weak and tired, the pain continuing to throb in your body.

Sloan dropped the knife in their hand, its bloodstained silver surface colliding with the dirt next to you. They lifted their open hand to their mouth, wiping their lips off on the back of their hand. They stared at the crimson red on their hand in horror before looking back down at you. Their heart lurched in their chest as they moved their foot off your right wrist and let go of your left.

You could hear their heavy breathing over you. You soon felt small warm drips on your lower back through the uncut area of your shirt.

Sloan quickly and frantically got off of you, moving to kneel in front of you, “Buen Dios… ¡Lo siento mucho!” They quickly leaned down and brought their arms under your shoulders, lifting you up to them. They hugged your limp body tightly, their face on your shoulder, “I can’t believe I just did that to you!”

Your heart finally began to slow down as Sloan hugged you, your lungs able to recover some air. You silently cried into their shoulder as ugly sobs erupted from them, their body shaking with yours.

You know you’re lucky you were so close to Sloan before this incident; lucky that you didn’t die before they snapped. You were scared out of your mind still, but now that they held you so strongly, sobbing as hard as a rainstorm, you knew it was over. You could finally breathe, you were finally safe.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, and you knew the two of you would be found soon, but you didn’t care.

You both survived a mass homicide, lucky enough to remain together in the end. Alive, not without a horrible scare.

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Uncomfortably Numb [5/55]||FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Lexie Grey/Mark Sloan

Meredith isn't the only Grey to make it home alive after the plane crash. How does Lexie's return affect everyone else's recovery? With Mark gone and returning to the O.R. as a surgeon an unlikelihood, can Lexie really say she's survived? AO3||FFN

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The life of Dr. Y/n L/n: part 1

*in the X-ray room*

Y/n: *holding back her laughter* hey Mark.

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Mark: let me hear it.

Y/n: twenty-five!

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Derek: *sighs* why me?

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Short update to Sera’s story this season, but nonetheless, a fun little blurb to write. Enjoy! @ebevkisk

Depths of Sorrow

“No, I WILL NOT allow it. She will not spit her lies in our ears again.”

Saint-14 stormed out of the room. As Zavala, Saladin, and Sloane all departed, Sera took that to mean the meeting was over. Sera let Piper drift to her hand and transmatted them back to their apartment. Sera lived a few miles out from the wall in a complex in the Botza District. The area had recently reopened to the public and, since Sera had established herself as not only the Queen’s Mercy, but also as a deep personal friend to the Eliksni, it seemed only fitting that she lived mere blocks away from the Eliksni sector of the Last City.

Her brain was swimming and not because she’d spent the last few months in Titan’s methane seas, but Ahsa had spilled the news that perhaps the only saving grace to contend against the Final Shape was the resurrection of Savathûn, the Witch Queen.

Sera was an adept sifter of lies, but even still, it was hard to read a creature who had made her entire existence about being the universe’s greatest mystery. Savathûn had put Osiris in a coma and shredded Sagira. As well meaning as she may have been, Savathûn was still very dangerous.

Sera tossed her satchel to the floor and flopped onto the bed. She pulled up the sleeve on her arm to reveal the Hive rune that had been carved into her flesh several years ago and watched it faintly glow green just as it had ever since. Ice crawled across her fingertips as her emotions flared in upset distaste and confusion.

“The world does not hesitate to drop us further just as we seek to climb.” A voice said in the darkness.

Completely unsurprised, Sera gave a heavy sigh. “You know, Eris, you could just send a message.”

Sera could hear a faint smile. “And what would be the fun in that? Though, fun is not exactly the word that comes to mind when Savathûn’s fingertips come clawing at our brains once again.”

Sera sat up. “I figured you would be the first they called. What do you make of this? You’re one of the few that are aware of my predicament as well as this risk we have to take, what with us having to rely once again on the Witch Queen to keep us afloat?”

Eris gave a disapproving sneer. “Germaine and I have given much thought to this. We must have a knife to her throat at all times. We cannot afford any more missteps as far as the hive are concerned. Not only that, but now that Xivu Arath has begun making more bold moves, that Wicked Implement you carry bodes ill for our good favor.”

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Sera gave Eris a hug. “I trust you. I don’t know how this will play out, but I can’t help feeling we have an advantage this time. She’s a snake, but even snakes can be trained.”

Eris gave a malevolent cackle. “You speak truths. Now, I must take my leave. Surely, Zavala will want to hear my opinions on this development. Remember, guardian. Knife to her throat.” And with that, she vanished.

Sera watched the empty space for a second as she felt the chilling power of Stasis swirl around her fingertips once more. Frost and crystals ran up her arm as she felt her anger well up once more.

She didn’t like it, but the Witch Queen was their only shot. However, she had felt the chill of death once and Seraphina would not hesitate to make her feel it again.

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a new kind of waiting (1)

During those long, never-ending hours when the plane is missing and no one knows anything, she pretty much lives at the hospital, because if she doesn't stop moving, maybe she won't think.

A kind of japril AU take on the plane crash and the days spent waiting for news. One-shot.

Note: This started as a drabble, and well... it got a bit out of hand.

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She keeps busy on day 1.

During those long, never-ending hours when the plane is missing and no one knows anything, she pretty much lives at the hospital, because if she doesn't stop moving, maybe she won't think. She doesn't sleep, she barely eats, she helps out in the ER and where she can, she babysits Zola for a few hours. When she's not working, she stays near the phone in her office or at the nurse's station, because it could ring at any moment, telling her that they – because there are other people she cares about on that plane too, even if her brain is too busy worrying about one of them in particular to spare a thought for the others – have been found all alive and well, and that the whole thing has just been a giant misunderstanding. Her heart stops beating every time she gets a page, or every time she sees Owen, and her stomach is nothing but a ball of nerves.

She decides that he cannot be dead on day 2.

Because if he is, then the last thing her best friend would have heard from her is that he had to leave her alone, and this cannot happen. She can't remember the last words she's ever said to Reed, and she refuses to acknowledge "I don't need your pity" and "leave me alone" as the last things she said to Jackson. To acknowledge that the last time she saw her best friend, she pushed him away as he was just trying to take care of her, like he always does.

Oddly enough, she doesn't cry. She's known to be the emotional one, she's pretty sure every one of her co-workers has seen her cry at some point or another, but she's feeling too terrified to shed a tear. The only time she comes close is when she hears Catherine Avery yell at Richard and Owen and demand they do something, but her mentor's anger only reinforce her belief that Jackson will be fine, because there's no Catherine without Jackson, and Catherine is here. Well, Catherine is here, but she's also not, because the broken look in her eyes when she meets April in a corridor and falls into her arms is very un-Catherine-like. And still, April doesn't cry.

Mark Sloan, of all people, forces her to go lay down in an on-call room on day 3.

She doesn't have the energy to refuse, and if she had, the look on the attending's face would stop her. It's fear, it's weariness, it's guilt for sending Jackson in his place, for making him take his spot on the surgery team as a parting gift, a reward for passing his boards. It's full of all the things he hasn't said to Lexie, and all the things he hopes to say to her one day, and before he leaves, she squeezes his hand, because she knows all too well what he's feeling.

She tries to close her eyes, but opens them right away, because of course she sees his face. His face laughing after a corny joke and too many beers at Joe's, his face frowning as he's trying to find the answer to one of her questions during one of their many study sessions, his face softening as he looks up at her, at all of her, in a hotel room in San Francisco. She doesn't know how she manages to fall asleep, but she wakes up with the covers lying on the floor and her scrubs all sweaty. She doesn't remember having nightmares, but then, she's living through one.

Alex yells at her on day 4.

They're in a patient room, doing some last check-ups before discharging him, and he starts yelling for the most insignificant reason. She yells right back at him, right in front of the patient too, before Richard comes into the room and asks them to leave the hospital and go back to their place to get some rest. He says he'll call them as soon as they have some news, and Alex mutters "whatever" and leaves without waiting for her. She's tempted to ignore Richard's order (he's no longer her boss anyway), but then she sees Callie pacing in the attending's lounge, clutching to Sofia, and Mark, his head in his hands, and Owen, who has maybe said three words ever since they found out, and she goes home. At the apartment, she goes straight to Jackson's room, snuggling under the covers in his bed, and only moves when Alex gruffly tells her that the food he ordered just got here. He ignores her when she says "thank you", and they eat in silence.

The phone rings and her pager beeps on day 5.

Alex drives like a maniac while she bites her nails in the passenger seat. She's tried praying the past few days, but the lines of communication between her and God are a bit murky at the moment, and it only makes her think about all of her failures, which makes her think of how she made Jackson feel responsible for them, which turns her stomach. She still manages to send a quick prayer, mumbling under her breath, not knowing if it'll be heard, and Alex doesn't even make fun of her.

At the hospital, they run, don't walk, straight to the conference's room, where most of the attendings are gathered. She can see the tears on Mark Sloan's face, and her heart stops.

It starts beating again when Hunt tells her that there was only one casualty from the plane crash, and that Sloan is weeping for someone else than his protege. The shock of hearing Lexie is dead battles with her relief that Jackson is alive, the two concepts clashing and jarring, and that's when the tears finally come. She finds a wall and slides down to a sitting position, her body racked with sobs, and Bailey kneels next to her and softly repeats that Jackson is okay, thinking she's misunderstood what she has just heard.

Jackson (and all of the other survivors) comes back on day 6, and a new kind of waiting begins.

[starfall-spirit]

On Your Side

Submitting for the IF Theory Bingo Writing Challenge

Minor Spoilers about Violet and Sloane’s relationship based off of the excerpt RY read on TikTok and Instagram. But there are no major IF reveals. This was written before 11/7 (and as a result is way off base) and queued for an afternoon post after the book was officially released.

Summary: After months of avoiding Violet like the plague, Sloane finally accepts her offer to discuss what happened during the Venin attack in July, learning the truth behind her brother's death.

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Speak with the girl.

Violet rolled her eyes, tossing Andarna a look before turning back to the small chunk of pine in her hands with a scowl. Liam made it look so easy, yet the mutilation of wood in her hand refused to bear any resemblance to Deigh. So much for that. I’ve tried, Andarna, she groaned through their bond, pressing further against her dragon’s sun-warmed scales, admiring the glint of the afternoon light against the golden membrane of her wings. You know I have. She won’t look at me long enough to talk about the weather, let alone her brother’s death.

There's a meeting for the marked ones tonight, isn't there? Corner her there.

Violet sighed. This conversation needed to be had. Grim as the thought was, survival wasn't guaranteed in the Riders Quadrant, and even with the Gauntlet and Threshing behind them, she couldn't wait any longer.

~~~~~

"You good, Vi?"

She shot a grimace in Imogen's direction. Though they weren't the best of friends like Violet and Rhi, Imogen had become a confidante when Violet joined the rebel movement that summer. There was mutual respect between them. "I need to talk to Sloane tonight," she confessed, slipping a hand into her flight jacket's pocket to grip the batch of letters bundled in twine—Liam's last words to his little sister, weighing heavier on her shoulders every time she saw them in her armoire. "We’re still... at odds, one might say."

Imogen leaned against the tree behind them, the first source of Violet's poison the year prior. "His death wasn't your fault, but grief clouds our judgment. The anger is one of the worst stages." Violet thought that might be the closest thing to an apology she had heard, regarding the assessment day incident. Before she could respond, the squelch of damp grass redirected their attention. Trickling in one by one, the depleted group gathered under the tree, looking beyond exhausted. “Squad Battles are around the corner,” Imogen said in greeting. “First years, you’ve done well staying alive this long, but we all have troubles to work through.”

Most of them were smart enough to know that loyalty among the outcasts was more important than squad bragging rights, especially when a quarter of them were still counting the days until their signet killed them.

”Aetos is…” The girl who spoke up cast a worried look in Violet’s direction. Fair enough. She wasn't exactly advertising the fact her oldest friendship was in shambles, not when she still had to pretend she'd forgiven the bastard.

”Believe me, there's no need to hold back on my account," she told them. "He's prejudiced, and going to favor the others. You only need to pretend you respect him until he graduates in August." And hopefully gets sent across the country, went unspoken. "Your best teachers are the seniority in this circle."

"I'm worried," a boy towards the back said next. "A kid in History today... Six people here don't have a signet, Imogen. If our lack of signet doesn't kill us, then in Squad Battles and War Games, we'll be toast for being weaker."

Violet grimaced. This time last year, she was worried she'd be the next rider to spontaneously combust. The mentioned student was the third incident in the months since Threshing. And for all the time she spent as a weakling and late bloomer, she didn't know how to comfort them without sounding patronizing. Her last name made them hesitant enough to believe she was on their side. She cast her eyes to the back of the group, letting Imogen pick things up from there.

"Inside. Discreetly," Imogen finally ordered, ending the meeting. "Sloane, a moment." She narrowed her eyes, approaching her Section Leader. "We all miss Liam, but enough is enough. Sorrengail is going to explain what really happened out there. You're going to listen. Your brother's dying wish was that Violet has your back through this year. Don't spit on it."

Sloane retreated a step, clearly shocked by her instructions. Imogen didn't sugarcoat things, but she hadn't exactly been going for the throat when it came to first years. "Well then," Sloane said as Imogen started back down the river. "I guess an order is an order. Start talking, Sorrengail."

"He started out playing bodyguard, but in the end we were friends."

She wasn't trying to draw the story out, but with each word that left her mouth, Sloane seemed to thaw a bit more, perhaps appreciating someone else was affectionate of the brother that was taken from her as a teenager. By the end they were both in tears, Violet's knuckles white around the envelopes in her lap. "I couldn't burn them. Not when they were meant for you to read. To learn from."

"You think his letters are lessons?"

She smiled. "It's what my siblings did."

"One lost to war, the other a brainwashed soldier." She flinched at the blunt statement but didn't argue. One day her sister would learn the truth. It terrified her that she couldn't be sure she'd find Mira on the side of the revolution. "I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to explain, Violet."

"Grief kills something in us all. I won't hold it against you. Truce?"

"Truce." Violet stood, scrunching her nose as she realized the seat of her pants was soaked through by the rain-slick grass. "What's that?" Sloane asked her, pointing to the hunk of wood that had tumbled from her pocket.

She chuckled. "It's supposed to be Deigh, but I'm not nearly as talented at whittling as your brother was. Maybe we can paint it red and it'll look a bit more accurate." She bit her lip. "Why don't you have it?"

"I... Thank you, Violet."

"Troublesome as reds are, I think Deigh would have liked you." Sloane looked ready to say more, but her confidence was taken with a bolt of lightning. "That wasn't me. We'd better get inside before we're soaked through."