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h-c-u · 2 years ago

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Uncertainty

Summary: You're a 3rd driver for the Mercedes team, in a secret relationship with the team principal and you fill in for Lewis during the race. The car malfunctions, you completely lose control over the steering and can't avoid crashing. And it's bad.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!driver!reader

W/C: 6.1k

Rating: M. Car crash, talk about injuries and surgeries.

TWs: Car crash, near death injuries

A/N: I swear to gods, my mood when it comes to writing changes so quickly -,- It's dark, sad, and heavy. Also - like 90% of the fic is happening when the reader is in surgery, but the idea just dug it's claws into my brain and didn't want to let go.

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- Bono, something's wrong with the steering, there is a slight delay in response, and I'm unable to predict how much I should correct. - you were honestly getting scared. You didn't want to lose the 5th position, especially this late in the race. You knew yourself well enough that you could get at least 3rd before the end, but not with a car that behaved like that.

- I'm running the diagnostic now to see if we'll be able to do something about it remo... FUCK. CRASH. Be careful. - you instantly felt cold, but it wasn't your first time in a dangerous situation. When Bono told you about the crash, you hadn't seen it just yet, because it was hidden behind a turn, and as soon as you turned...

- Breaks are not working. And I completely lost control over the steering. - everything was happening in slow motion, and you couldn't do anything. There was no fancy "eject" button like in a James Bond movie; you were able to just watch and brace for impact. - Bono. I'm going to crash into them. Don't let me die. - you whispered, tears very slowly gathering in your eyes under the helmet.

You didn't say another word. You didn't swear, you didn't scream. You knew what was about to happen and somehow you managed to remain calm. You just fastened the straps holding you to the seat even more and held your arms close to your chest.

You heard people screaming over the comms, familiar voices full of panic and desperation but the one voice you were hoping to hear... wasn't there. So whatever others were saying didn't matter.

And then you were flying. The nose of your car wedged under someone else, and it sent you into a barrel on the track. You closed your eyes, not to get nauseous, but it was a small comfort, especially when the car turned to its side and continued to barrel toward the wall. How you were able to stay conscious for so long - you weren't sure, but then suddenly... there was nothing.

- TOTO, NO! YOU CAN'T GO THERE! THERE IS PROTOCOL!

- FUCK PROTOCOL!!! - he was trying his best to get from Bono's and Ricardo's strong arms, but they held him steady and didn't let him run out of the garage.

- Medics and the crew are already at the scene. She will be in the ambulance before you get to that part of the track. - James stepped in front of the man, blocking his way, and put his hand on his boss's chest stopping him from moving any further. No one ever saw Toto this distressed. Sure, he could get angry, but this... This was different. - Calm down and think.

- I... I can't. - his shoulders slumped and even though he wasn't trashing and trying to get out anymore, his thoughts were galloping at the speed of light, running through every possible scenario. - I just can't... - Bono and Ric loosened their grip on his body and exchanged a worried look with the technical director. - I don't know what to do... - he admitted, his voice completely broken.

- We're gonna get to the hospital and we'll go from there. - James realized it was his turn to think about everything, and even though he didn't completely understand why Toto reacted this way - he wanted to help in whatever way he could. All of the people in the garage were shaken up, but this... This was new. Toto was oozing fear and desperation from everywhere. His posture, his voice, the frantic look in his eyes... - Toto. - the technical director wasn't sure if his words even reached his friend, but Wolff finally nodded slowly. - Yeah...? - he made sure.

- Yeah. Hospital. Let's go. - he whispered eventually. He was in no condition to drive, so he let his friend do that. He didn't take his eyes from the view behind the window once, even though he was seeing none of what they were passing. He dug his nails into his knees, bit his lower lip until he drew blood, and tried his best not to break down completely. Not before he knew if you were dead or alive.

When they arrived at the hospital, Toto didn't even wait for James to park properly, he was out of the car as soon as they reached the entrance. He run into the emergency room and quickly located the admission desk, but before he said anything, he took one last, deep breath.

- Hello, my name is Toto Wolff. I'm the emergency contact for Y/n Y/l/n. I would like to know in what condition she's in. - his voice was surprisingly calm. Even in such a state, he knew that whatever happened wasn't the nurses' fault and he didn't want to take out whatever he felt on them.

- I have to confirm your identity first. Can I see your ID? - the old nurse asked, but she was already typing something on the keyboard. Toto frantically patted his pockets in search of a wallet, momentarily mortified, because he got afraid that he left it in his bag, in the garage, but James came to his rescue with said wallet. He quickly fished out his ID and presented it to the nurse.

- She was admitted about 10 minutes ago and is being prepped for the surgery. She already had a head CT, but there are no results yet. There is also no information about planned procedures. - she explained with a soft tone, even though the news she was sharing wasn't exactly... good.

- What does it mean...? - Toto asked, fearing the worst.

- It means there was a head injury and she's unconscious. They don't know exactly what's wrong, but it's serious enough for emergency surgery with neuro, orthopedic and cardiothoracic surgeons. - she added, quieter. Sure, she could have omitted a few facts, but something told her that it would have the opposite effect on the man in front of her.

- Her... Her heart...? - if he weren’t holding the high counter in front of the admission desk, he would have slumped to the floor.

- Or lungs. - she clarified. - I'm sorry I can't give you better news... But she's in the best hands in the country. I will ask one of our interns to take you to a waiting room... - she waved at one of the young men, who was currently filling out papers, and quickly told him what to do. - And sir... - she added, just when they were about to leave the area. - It will be a long surgery, but the longer the wait, the better. It means that she's still fighting. - that was the first thing that gave him hope... You were still alive. Still fighting. And you weren't the type of person who easily gave up.

Toto Wolff was not a religious man. He honestly couldn't remember when was the last time he visited any place of worship, but now... Now he was going through every prayer he knew. He begged every god, every angel, every demon, every saint he could think of, not to let you die, and if that's necessary - to take him instead. Logically he knew that wasn't possible, but he was willing to try everything, no matter how stupid it seemed at the moment.

James left his side only once, to get some shitty coffee from the machine, but it was left untouched in between Toto's feet. He didn't know what to say, what to do... Other people came and went. The pit crew, engineers, other team principals, drivers... A few stayed. Mostly other drivers, and from the closer circle - James, Bono, George... And Lewis - without even saying a word was on a video call with Bono, feeling extremely guilty.

- Did... - George finally broke the silence. - Did anyone call her family? - he asked, and Toto just clenched his fists.

- She doesn't have one. - he whispered eventually. - She's an only child and went no-contact with her parents just as she started racing. - he added and the others looked at him trying to hide the surprise. - She will kill anyone who’ll let them know about anything even remotely connected to her life. So as far as things go... she doesn't have a family. - he ended in a harsher tone than he intended and almost immediately sighed.

He was still in the clothes he was wearing during the race... The track pass was tucked in the pocket on his chest, and the headphones were still around his neck, but he didn't even notice them, and no one in the room dared to say a word.

Just as three hours passed since they arrived, a young-looking woman called out your last name, and the four men immediately stood up, three with hope, one in fear, because it was much too quick for the surgery to end.

- Hello, my name is Alex and I'm one of the residents helping with your... - she stuttered for a second, realizing she didn't know the relationship between her patient and the men in the waiting room. - With Y/n's surgery. We were able to stop the bleeding in her brain and remove all the debris lodged there without major issues. The head of neurosurgery is currently reversing all four of the aneurysms, but compared to what we already did - it's the easiest thing. - she started explaining and everyone except Toto sighed with relief.

- What else...? - he asked, afraid of the further news. - Please tell us everything, no matter how small or ugly. I need to know... - he pleaded, and James put his hand on his boss’s shoulder. There was some hesitation on the young doctor’s face, but eventually, she continued.

- Eight of her ribs are broken... Two of them were lodged in her right lung and the cardiothoracic surgeon was able to remove one and is working on the second. One pierced her kidney, but due to the positioning... The lungs take priority. Her spinal cord is intact, but three of the lumbar vertebrae are fractured and we will have to realign them later. Her right femur is broken in six places, left in two and our head of ortho is currently working on that. Both of her tibias and feet are by some miracle intact. All the bones in her shoulders, arms, forearms, wrists, and hands are also free of any injuries. She didn't sustain any burns or lacerations because of the suit, which will help during her recovery. - with every word the relief disappeared more and more from the men's faces, and Toto's lips became almost invisible.

- Her heart...? - he asked eventually.

- Intact and strong. She's not on any assistance during the surgery, although we're ready for that if the need arises. She's a fighter. - the young doctor added with a gentle smile.

- You've mentioned her recovery... Does that mean...? - he was afraid to finish the question, especially when he saw Alex's face drop just a little.

- I... I shouldn't have said that. I can't promise you any type of outcome, especially with such severe injuries. - her voice softened. - We know what's wrong. We know how to fix it. And we will do our best to do so. Three of the best surgeons in the country are currently working together to keep her alive, so objectively - the chances of success are high. But I can't promise you that everything will be perfect. – Toto nodded, acknowledging the situation.

- Thank you for taking the time to explain everything to us. - he whispered, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. - Would it be too much if I asked for an update after every major stage? Doesn't matter if good or bad... I just need to know... - George was the one to notice how shaky Toto truly was, so he helped him sit down, so the man wouldn't fall over.

- It wouldn't be too much at all. I was planning to do so anyway... But it... - she started, but Wolff cut her off.

- It's gonna be a long surgery, I was told. I will be here. - his voice was stronger than his body, and the young doctor gave him one last smile before she turned around and went back to the operating block.

None of the men knew what to say, so they just sat in silence, trying to process what has happened.

There was a moment when George started quietly sobbing, and without even thinking, Toto put his arm around him and pulled him into a hug, trying to give him the comfort he so desperately needed himself. But the only person who could give it to him was currently lying cut open on the operating table.

- George, you officially got second place with 18 points... - James eventually broke the silence, but none of them were able to say after how long, because time had become something immeasurable. - Congratulations... - he added, but that was the last thing on young driver's mind. Few other drivers in the waiting room took out their phones to check the results, but in the end - there were more important things than that.

- Holly shit. - someone whispered and almost immediately added. - Y/n crashed after the red flag. She got 5th. With the fastest lap. - all heads turned to Carlos, who was sitting on the floor. Even Toto couldn't believe what he just heard. He knew you were good, damn... He believed in you since day one, that's why he was so quick to sign you. And now... Now Y/n Y/l/n was officially the first woman since 1975 who scored points in F1, which was a historical achievement.

- She got 11 points... - James confirmed after checking his email once again. And then there was silence again. There should be a celebration, all of them knew that. And even though someone will contest that, because technically you wouldn't be able to finish the race if it were resumed, and your team would fight tooth and nail for that not to be taken away... But for now, in the official FIA statement, you finished in 5th place.

There were some murmurs and whispers, but none of it mattered to Toto more than you actually living, so when he saw the familiar face of a young doctor again, he almost jumped from his seat.

- Hello again... - she smiled, which he took as a good sign. - The orthopedic surgeon finished working on her legs and we were able to close them. There was no additional damage to the thigh muscles, so we didn't have to take any part of them, which means that she will be able to regain a full range of movements, in time of course. The neurosurgeon just finished reversing the aneurysms, and the new head CT didn't show any additional injuries, so we will be able to slowly close her skull as well. We were also able to remove the other rib from her lung, and the head of cardio is currently working on repairing her right lung, but we don't know for sure if it is viable, which means... - she stopped for a moment, not sure how the man in front of her would react to such news.

- That there is a chance you will have to remove it. But she could live with just one lung, right? - he made sure.

- With some restrictions, but yes.

- Then in the end it doesn't matter. How about her kidney and spine? - he asked, eager to know more.

- The kidney is being worked on as we speak, but the spine... - she stopped for a moment, trying to find the best words to explain the situation to someone unfamiliar with medical jargon. - The best way to get to the lumbar vertebrae would be from the back, which would require a change of position. And since the injuries on the front of her body are so extensive, the new position might be dangerous for her, so there will be benefits to closing her up, letting the body rest and regenerate for a few days, and proceeding with second surgery later in a week.

- Wouldn't leaving it as it is, be dangerous as well? I mean - is there a chance of the fragments moving and injuring her spinal cord?

- That's exactly why we haven't decided on the best course of action just yet. We still have to finish working on her kidney, lung, and ribs, while the neurosurgeon assesses which option would be the safest and does more scans to see if going from the front would be possible. It's unconventional, but it has been successfully done. - she explained and Toto nodded.

- Thank you for explaining that to me... - she just smiled gently and walked away.

It was the first time he looked at the clock, and it was almost midnight, but he didn't feel that at all. Time was weird, because he felt like the crash had happened just a few seconds ago, and at the same time as if centuries passed since he saw your car barreling down the track. And then he heard an unfamiliar voice calling out your name. He instantly turned around in that direction and saw a medical responder in full gear. She repeated your name once again and Toto finally put his hand up.

She quickly came closer and sat in front of him.

- Good evening, sir... I was one of the first responders to the crash, and I was responsible for intubating Y/n. - she started explaining, and Toto was too exhausted to ask what it was about, or even to introduce himself. - But before I did that... She was awake for just a moment. And she asked me to pass the message, the problem is... I don't know to whom. - it was like he caught a second wind because he instantly focused on the woman in front of him.

- What did she say...? - he asked, leaning forward. He knew everyone was listening, but he didn't care.

- She said... "Why didn't I say it back... Please tell him that I love him." - Toto blinked a few times as if the words had trouble reaching him, but when they finally did... He started to laugh like a maniac, and everyone looked at him in worry that he actually snapped or went crazy.

Earlier today, when you were both just waking up with the first rays of sunshine peeking over the horizon, he said those three magic words for the first time... Three words, eight letters... He didn't expect anything in return, because he knew how hard expressing any emotions came to you, but it was important to him to assure you that he, indeed, loved you and wasn't planning to go anywhere. He also knew that you loved him, because you had your own way of showing that to him...

So, to hear that when you were convinced you were dying, the last thought in your mind was telling him something he already knew for a while was... a bit absurd. But then it hit him... You did that because you thought that he didn't know you loved him. And your possible last thought was letting him know that you weren't in it just for fun, that you were serious about your relationship. And that made him freeze.

- Sir...? - the lady in front of him reached to touch him but stopped last second.

- I'm sorry... I know who that message was for... Thank you for passing it on. - he gave her a weak smile, and she just nodded. - And thank you for what you did for her... It means a lot to me. - he added quieter, and just like that, she was gone.

The atmosphere in the waiting room was still extremely tense, but that didn't stop a few of the drivers from dozing off. Someone even ordered pizzas, but Toto didn't move... He didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't say anything... He was a shell of himself while his heart was being cut open, stabbed, prodded, and stitched back up on the operating table just a few meters away.

And while at first people were brushing it off as a team principal caring for his driver, the few closest to him realized that there was more. Finally, Bono had enough and sat right next to him.

- How long...? - he whispered quietly enough that no one else was able to hear.

- I don't know what... - Toto immediately wanted to deny everything and play stupid, but one look from his friend and he folded. - 5 months... - he said, barely any sound leaving his lips.

- And the thing the paramedic said...? - he asked, but only got a nod in reply. - Shiiiiiiit... - this time Toto looked at him confused. - I lost the betting pool.

- What?

- We have... Well, now had... A betting pool because we noticed that you were much happier for quite some time. The most popular option was antidepressants, and I bet on that, not gonna lie. - Toto just blinked a few times, still trying to process what was being said. - There was also a winning streak, therapy, someone you hated dying, that you got laid, but Lewis was the only one that bet on a new relationship. I mean - there were a few more people who bet on the relationship, but Lewis nailed the 5 months. - Toto still couldn't believe what he was hearing, but somehow, the absurdity of the situation helped him relax just a little.

- You make bets... about my private life? - he was genuinely curious if it was the first time.

- Well... Yeah. Because you're all mysterious and shit. It's easy to make up some crazy stories just for fun. - Bono just shrugged. - None of us suspected that you and her... I mean, in public, you were equally close with... - he stopped and pointed with his chin in the direction of the familiar face in blue scrubs.

- We were able to save the lung and a kidney. All ribs are secured in their places. - Toto sighed with relief for the first time since he saw the car tumbling on the tracks. - The head of neuro managed to find a way to repair the vertebrae from the front, but it will be a long procedure. The angle he has to go in from is very unusual and taxing, but we will be able to do everything today. Her vitals are stable, her heart is strong... She's doing well, sir. We still don't know the extent of her brain injury, which will have to wait till she wakes up, but we are optimistic that she will. - she smiled softly and gently squeezed his arm.

- Thank you... - and with that, she was gone again, and Toto looked around the waiting room... It was almost 3 AM, and the surgery started... around 10 hours ago. And yet the whole younger generation of drivers was here, most of them still in gear... Some were on the uncomfortable chairs, some quietly talking, and few even fell asleep on the floor. Even though you were all competitors, and you weren't even a full-seat driver yet, they still respected you and your skills a lot. - Guys, I think you should go back to your hotels and get some sleep... Or just rest... I'll let you know in the morning how the surgery went. - few heads turned in his direction, but no one moved. Lando finally broke the silence.

- With all due respect sir, she wouldn't leave any of us... - Toto couldn't help but feel... pride. Not just for you, but for them. Just 10 years ago this type of situation wouldn't be possible... After the crash, maybe one or two drivers, who were the closest to the injured one, would be in the hospital, but never for this long... And never this many... They were good kids, and it meant that the times were changing.

- I can't disagree with that... - he smiled. - Thank you all. - he added and sat right back. Now, that most of your injuries were under control, he let himself think of anything else, and that turned out to be those boys behind him. He quickly wrote a few messages to the other team principals, letting them know where most of their drivers were and asking them to arrange at least a change of clothes, because the majority of them still had sensors under their gear, and that must have been uncomfortable. He also took time to bring every single one of them a cup of that awfully sweet hot chocolate and spent a few minutes talking with them one on one about whatever they needed to get off their chests. And next to being worried about you, most of them were scared...

It took a while, but he finally came back to his original chair and for the first time - leaned back in it and stretched, but that wasn't near enough for him to release all the tension collected in his body. But now... Now he allowed himself to hope.

The next time he saw Alex, she was with another doctor, and it was already getting bright outside. All of the drivers - now in regular clothing - were sleeping on each other in different combinations, and only George was awake beside himself.

- The operation was a success... - she started, and Toto felt as if someone finally took the weight of the whole world from his shoulders, the relief of it forcing tears out of his eyes. - She's already stitched up, and soon we will move her to a recovery room, where you will be able to see her - for the first few hours, just through the glass and then in person. - you lived. That's all that mattered. - She will be in a medically induced coma for at least a few days to prevent her brain from swelling more. We will continue monitoring her, and based on the results we will decide when will be the best time to wake her up. - the young doctor explained and when she looked over the waiting room, she added. - She... She's stable, but she doesn't look well... - the tone of her voice was enough to convey what she really wanted to say.

- They won't take no for an answer... They will want to see her. - he quietly said. - They look young, well, they are young... It's hard to explain, but they need to see her. They need to see for themselves that she's alive... - Alex looked at the older doctor who gave silent permission. - Thank you for all you did... For saving her...

- I can take you to see her now, but the rest... Groups of 3 the most. - Toto nodded and another sigh of relief escaped his chest. He still couldn't believe what happened. When he saw the crash, he was mentally preparing for the funeral, but now... Now you were alive. Still extremely injured and with months if not years of therapy in front of you, but you were alive. Fuck everything else.

- Can you give me a minute...? I'd like to tell them myself. - he explained and after getting a quiet “sure��, he went first to Bono and James, who were sleeping in the chairs next to each other, and very quickly explained what he just heard. After that, he went around the room and quietly told everyone else. Some of the younger ones immediately started crying from relief, and he couldn't blame them, because he did the exact same, so he just pulled them into a wordless hug until they calmed down. It definitely took more than a minute, and he felt a bit bad for keeping the young doctor awake, but when he took a quick look in her direction, she smiled at him, letting him know that he can take as long as he needs. This was definitely an unusual situation.

But eventually, everyone was up to speed, and the atmosphere in the room relaxed a bit. There were even a few awkward laughs, but Toto wasn't there to hear them. He was walking a couple of steps behind the young doctor who was kind enough to update him over the last fifteen hours, and he tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to see. You were alive. That's all that mattered.

It wouldn't be the first time he saw someone after the crash, hell - he was in one himself. Albeit not such a serious one... He was around the track long enough to know that even the nonlethal injuries weren't pretty, he saw what could happen to drivers who either weren't careful, skillful, or lucky enough. But you were definitely careful and skillful enough. But today, well... yesterday. You didn't have enough luck. A mechanical failure. Two of the things that had so many fail-safes, he wasn't sure he could count that high. But somehow all of them failed... He knew there would be an investigation, but that didn't matter. Because you were alive.

So, when he finally saw you through the thick glass... He broke. He had to hold himself on the metal barrier in front of the window just not to fall over, and the young doctor put his arm under his, trying to assist him until he'd be able to stand straight. You looked so small connected to all the heavy machinery in the room. A thick tube down your throat, a bag of full blood connected to the IV port in your arm, all the cables coming from under the bandages on your chest... The draining tubes coming from under the bandages on your thighs... Your face was swollen, with bruises in multiple places, and your head was shaved and covered in bandages. He couldn't help but laugh at that one detail... You wanted to shave your head for ages but never found the right moment with all the press and photoshoots.

And your hands... Somehow, they didn't fit the picture... They were pristine, not counting the IVs... No bruises, no bandages, no anything... Your long fingers looked exactly the same as they did this morning when you intertwined them with his, just as he was about to tell you he loves you.

- I'm sorry, it's just... - he started, but he couldn't finish, so he just rested his forehead on the cold glass in front of him, trying so hard not to let tears into his eyes.

- It can be a lot, seeing a loved one like this... I understand...

- She's alive... - he failed. He tried to convince himself that it was enough, but seeing you like that... So small, so... weak. It hit him. He wouldn't be able to live without seeing you wildly dance on the roof of one of the many hotels you stayed in during the racing season... Without hearing your broken singing from under the shower in the morning... Without your contagious laughter at something stupid, he said... He needed you more than he needed to breathe, and it scared him.

He wiped the tears with the back of his hand, straighten his posture, and did his best to compose himself. Not for himself, but for the people who were about to see you like that. You lived... and for now that had to be enough.

He didn't leave your room since he was allowed to enter it for the first time... Sitting at your bed, holding your hand, putting on the music he knew you'd like, reading aloud... And with every passing day, you started looking... stronger. The color started returning to your skin, and the bruising and swelling on your face slowly started healing. The drivers kept visiting you, and when they had to leave to prepare for the next race - they kept sending you gifts.

Lewis stayed the longest after he finally got well enough to leave his room... He spent the entire day at your side, holding your hand, apologizing profusely, and praying... And after he didn't have any more tears left in him, he started telling you stories he knew you'd love. He was also the one to bring that perfume you bought in Egypt and which you absolutely adored; he put a drop of it behind your ears and on your wrists and left the bottle on the nightstand.

George was the one to take it the hardest... Even though he tried his best not to show it when he was visiting, Toto knew. He knew how close the two of you were, and all the crazy adventures you shared. You were like siblings on crack and the things you could get into when let out of the bullpen... He honestly couldn't believe that you haven't been arrested yet for some of the stuff you pulled... That's why the last time he visited before leaving the UK, Toto suggested talking to a therapist and George agreed.

It took more than the few days Alex mentioned after the surgery, but the decision to wake you up was finally made a bit over two weeks after the crash. And he felt like a babe in the woods the whole morning; happy that the medication will be out of your system, but afraid of what would happen if you didn't wake up.

Alex was the one who sat with the both of you in the room, watching your vitals like a hawk, and as soon as she saw any change, she explained to Toto what exactly it meant. Around noon, she made the decision to stop intubating you, because it looked like your brain took over that function. She of course was ready with a new tube, just in case, but it ended up not being necessary; even though one of your lungs wasn't fully healed, enough oxygen was getting to your brain.

Around noon he started to get antsy, but Alex quickly calmed him down and explained again that it might take even a few days because there is no way to tell how your brain would react. It didn't help much, but having someone to answer his every question was a godsend because he wasn't able to think about worst-case scenarios when there was a professional who said otherwise.

He wasn't able to eat, but he didn't care... He didn't want to miss the moment when you woke up. But the day ended and nothing changed. In the evening one of the other residents took over for Alex, but Toto still didn't move and didn't let go of your hand. Not even when he rested his head on the bed next to your legs for just a moment. But the moment became a bit longer when he closed his eyes...

A familiar sensation woke him up... Long, cold fingers running through his hair, and he couldn't help but smile, at first - not realizing what it meant. But then it hit him. His eyes shot open, and he immediately sat up.

Your beautiful eyes were open and full of tears, while your hand found his, and squeezed it tightly.

- You're awake... - he whispered the obvious... - She's awake! Get a doctor here! - he shouted when he realized you two were alone in the room.

You tried to say something, but the words stuck in your throat due to pain.

- Shhh... Don't say anything just yet... You were intubated and the doctors said it might take some time for it to heal... - he said, without even noticing he started crying, but you decided to ignore him; your determination was much stronger than a little bit of pain. Well, ok... More than a little bit.

- I... - you started, but the rest of the sentence didn't want to come out...

- I love you... And I know you love me too... I have known it for a while now. You never had to say it... I knew... - he said, brought your hand to his lips, and started pressing soft kisses to the back of it. You extended your finger to wipe one of the tears from his cheek, and his other hand quickly followed, wiping the rest. You looked around the room and noticed all the flowers, the teddy bears, the toys... There was even a... Tamagotchi...? And a brand-new Nintendo Switch...?

You looked back at Toto with a question painted on your face.

- The other drivers brought most of this stuff... They still keep sending things even though... - you nudged your head forward, urging him to continue. - Even though they had to leave for the next race. The accident was over two weeks ago, I'll explain everything later, I promise... But now the doctors will have to run some tests, ok...? - you nodded in response and shifted your gaze to the doctors that came into the room just a moment ago. They started simple, asking you to follow the light with your eyes and look in certain directions. And you did whatever they asked, not letting go of Toto's hand.

You were scared and in pain... But somehow you knew everything will be all right, because despite everything - you weren't alone. And that was certain.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff x reader #🖤

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acingthistest · 1 year ago

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Rise Through the Night

Prompt 3: Arcade

tags: @prinxietyweek

Basic Summary: Roman and Virgil go to the arcade. That’s it.

TW: none (Again, tell me if I'd need to add anything)

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Patton, and Logan

Platonic or Romantic Prinxiety and implied "romantic" Logicality

“To the arcade!”

“There’s an arcade?” That was one of the first questions asked. Turns out, Roman had an arcade in the Imagination. Didn’t really fit the theme of his brand. But who was to judge? They were bored and needed new something to do.

They ended up taking Logan and Patton with them as well. They were greeted by plenty of the loud noises inhabiting the place. That being either the games or the screams of others. Good thing Virgil already had his headphones on. They went up to the prize counter to see if there was anything worth aiming towards. A certain plush caught Roman’s eye. A large Totoro plush was up on the top shelf, costing 4k tickets. Now he could’ve just summoned one or asked one of the employees if he could just take it. He did technically own the area. But where’s the fun in that. Roman thought if he could win it with his own skills, Virgil would be so impressed.

Choosing to split off in pairs, Patton went with Virgil, and Roman went off with Logan. Immediately Roman rushed off to find a game, with Logan closely trailing behind.

“I can’t believe I was dragged here by you three.” Logan complained.

“If I asked you by myself you would’ve said no. You came because Patton wanted you to come, don’t blame me.” Roman retorted.

“Perfect.” Roman uttered walking up to the game of his choice.

Multiple rounds and possibly a couple of tantrums later, Roman had only collected about 300 tickets.

“Come on Roman, we need to go.” Said Logan, who had been watching Roman for the past hour.

“Logan please! I swear I can get this.”

“Even if you do manage to win this jackpot, I doubt it’ll be enough for the prize your aiming for.”

“And how do you know that it isn’t, I never even told you the prize?” He asked.

“Knowing you, it’s something extra, meaning extra tickets which is why you’ve been so desperate for the past hour. You realized you weren’t going to get everything, yet it didn’t stop you.”

Logan was right, except maybe about the part of him being desperate. Though Roman wanted to keep going, it was getting late and they needed to meet back up with the other two back at the entrance.

“Fine, let’s go meet up with Virgil and Patton.”

The two of them made their way to the entrance. There stood Patton, patiently waiting. Although, Virgil was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh there you two are!” Patton shouted as soon as he caught sight of them.

“Hey Patton! Uh, where’s Virgil?” Roman asked him, worried that they may have lost him in the crowd.

“He’s just over by the counter getting something.” Patton replied. Oh, good for Virgil. Roman wondered what he had won, though he didn’t have to for long as he heard a voice from behind him.

“I’m back and I got it!” Virgil called as he ran up to the group. He seemed to be holding something behind his back.

“What’d you win for yourself Happily Never After?” Roman asked.

“Well actually Theatre Nerd, it’s for you.” Virgil replied.

“First of all, I am not a ‘Theatre Nerd’, but really? What is it?”

Virgil slowly revealed to Roman what was behind his back. Roman’s eyes widen. It was the Totoro plush.

“I saw you eyeing it when we came in, so I thought I’d get it for you.” Virgil admitted sheepishly.

“I- I can’t, possibly accept this.” Roman couldn’t believe that Virgil won him the plush that he wanted to win him.

“I insist you have it.” Virgil told him and placed it in Roman’s hands. Roman hugged it tightly, it was soft.

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

#sanders sides #prinxietyweek2023 #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #i know that technically in canon this would not work #but that's basically what fanfictions for its fine #the title barely relates but its fine

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imaginemcyt · 1 year ago

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london boy | 6

synopsis: lover, chapter 6. long awaited, my apologies. please enjoy!

tw: possibly swearing

listen to: london boy by taylor swift

tags: @evienorris because they asked about it :)

it had been around a month since y/n and kit exchanged numbers, and they'd been on two and a half dates since then. technically it had been three, but one of them had to be cut short to rescue jago, who had locked himself out again. kit had kissed her for the first time after that one.

y/n didn't know how kit felt about their situation, but she liked him. really, really liked him. she wanted to be his, but she didn't want to rush things. she could only hope he felt the same way as her.

she was currently getting ready to hang out with kit and a few friends. it would be the two of them, jago, niki, and henry. she knew niki pretty well, but it was new to be around henry and jago this much. she wasn't complaining, it was fun. they were fun. not to mention how nice it felt to be brought around his friends, it was almost like he was showing her off. she blushed at the thought and went back to doing her hair.

while doing her makeup, she found herself deep in thought again. just a year ago her life had been california beaches and sunny skies. she'd spent her saturday nights drinking illegally with her old boyfriend, wearing denim shorts and sunglasses on the sand. now she spent her weekends in pubs with her friends with funny accents, laughing and drinking legally until the sun came up. now she rode trains instead of driving, and her usually blue skies were tinted a cool grey. somehow, that made her happier.

she did sometimes miss where she came from. visions would dance in her head of sunsets on the sunny coast, remembering the way the wind would blow through her hair, the feeling of the sand beneath her toes. her parents, malcolm, everybody that used to be familiar back there. it all seemed so foreign to her now.

she took herself out of her thoughts, at least long enough to apply lipstick and head out the door. she put her earbuds in and tried to find something to listen to as she made her way to the train. she laughed at herself as she clicked on taylor swift yet again. it felt like a 1989 day today.

when she eventually made it to kit and jago's place, she knocked on the door. it ended up being jago answering, and he all but screamed into the house, "KIT, YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S HERE!"

kit never corrected him.

everyone spent the day at kit's until they decided to go out as a group. the night was spent window shopping, getting food and drinks at a pub, and walking down by the sea. the cool air nipped at y/n's nose and fingers, prompting her to keep her hands in her jacket pockets. at least, the hand that wasn't being held gently in kit's.

eventually they wandered back to the flat, everybody giving their goodbyes and begrudgingly going on their way until all that was left was jago (who very quickly excused himself), y/n and kit.

"can i walk you back to the train?" kit asked her.

she smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "i'd like that very much."

hand in hand, the pair of them made their way to where the train would pick y/n up. the walk was mostly silent, which was awkward, but an endearing kind of awkward. the kind of awkward where the both of them would sneak glances at each other and blush if the other caught them. the kind of awkward where the they wore matching idiotic smiles on their faces and gripped each other's hands with gentle excitement.

eventually, their sweet little walk had to end, and they arrived at the stop, where the train had just pulled up. it would be leaving in just a few minutes. kit moved to stand in front of y/n, grabbing her other hand so he was now holding both. "y/n, i um...", he started awkwardly.

the girl tilted her head slightly, making eye contact that he quickly broke. he turned his head to the side, but y/n didn't miss the blush adorning his cheeks. "i've been having a really good time hanging out with you, and i was just wondering... well i don't know, if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend? like, officially. i just, i really fancy you."

she smiled, a blush creeping up on her own cheeks now. "kit, i would love to be your girlfriend."

he let out a breathy laugh of relief, visibly relaxing. "oh thank goodness, i don't know what i would've done if you'd rejected me!" y/n joined him in his relieved laughter. "i'd never reject you, kit, are you kidding?"

kit stepped closer to her, gently cupping her face in his hands. "may i?", he asked, still smiling. she nodded, and he closed the distance, kissing her softly. he pulled away, which allowed her to get on the train, but not before she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. "goodbye, kit."

he waved at her with a sweet smile on his face, effectively turning her insides to jelly, and as she took her seat the train began to move. y/n began heading home with nothing but kit on her mind.

#mcyt #mcyts x reader #x reader #tommyinnit #tom simons #kit wisp #wispexe #kit wisp x reader #wispexe x reader #wilbur soot #jagster #henwy #niki nihachu #tubbo

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webtoon-related-tournaments · 2 years ago

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As promised, here's the list of all webtoons and canvas who got submitted and in (one was submitted and didn't get in because it wasn't really a disability, other than that the overlap is complete).

tagging @bpcol-reblogs because they were interested iirc

(multiple) means there are more than one character who was submitted. Doesn't mean the others only have one disabled character it means only one was submitted for them.

TW are for triggers, so cannibalism, sex, rape, incest, abuse...

CW are for content, so non-precised violence or imagery, or just "dark".

NoW means no warnings, it's for stories I have read and don't think there's anything to warn about.

I haven't read all of them, so the TW and CW list may be incomplete! Read at your own risk!

Canvas first, because they are less numerous:

Along the Equator [NoW]

Blood Stains (multiple) [NoW]

Crankrats

Ghost Eyes (multiple)

He's Harmless, I swear!

Lackadaisy [CW violence]

Mindful Love

Paper Faces

Pixie and Brutus

The Road to Rackenroon (multiple) [tw SA]

The Weekly Roll [cw violence]

Now onto the webtoons!

First off, its own category, Binary Star was the only webtoon submitted who is not available in english. It's a french exclusive.

Now unto the rest:

The Blind Prince

Blood Ink (multiple) [cw violence]

Blood Reverie [tw er... erotism, let's say, implied sex, implied past SA i think? and tentative coercion into a relationship]

Carl

Chasing Tails [tw cannibalism, violence, gore, suicide]

Connect [tw violence]

Cursed Princess Club (multiple) []

Dear Nemesis [tw blood and murder at the beginning, and there's a relationship that's implied to have started when he was an adult already and her a teen, but just implied]

Dr Frost

Eaternal Nocturnal (multiple) [NoW]

Extraordinary Attorney Woo [tw suicide/self harm]

Everything is Fine [tw blood, gore, creepy, dark, fire, animal death, murder, brutal murder...]

Flow

Forever After (multiple)

From a Knight to a Lady [tw maiming/graphic]

Garden Club Detective Squad [tw a bit dark but most of it is setting up as dark and ending up as not as dark as set up]

Ghost on the Roof (multiple) [tw stalking ig?]

Ghost Theater [tw suicide, car accident, demonic possession of sorts]

High Class Homos

Happily Ever Afterwards

Homesick [tw cannibalism]

I'm the Grim Reaper

I'm the Queen in this Life [tw mild violence]

I Love Yoo [tw mild violence and blood]

In the Bleak Midwinter (multiple) [tw violence, guns, death, murder]

Let's Play (multiple)

Little Matcha Girl

Live with Yourself

LoveBot

Lore Olympus (multiple) [tw rape, abuse (including coming from main characters), child abuse...]

Love me to death

The Masked Fables

Midnight Rain

My Deepest Secret [tw murder and stalking, child abuse and implied child molestation]

My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me [tw murder, death, blood]

Muted

Never-ending darling (multiple)

Nevermore

No Marriage is Perfect

Nonesuch [tw more-or-less cannibalism but not graphic, and gun violence and violence at all]

Of Swamp and Sea

Our Time [NoW]

Perfect Marriage Revenge [tw eating disorder]

Prince of the Southlands

Purple Hyacinth [tw gore, graphic, blood, murder, poisonning...]

Raven Saga (multiple) [NoW]

Room of Swords

Sable Curse

The Savior's Time

Schoolbus Graveyard (multiple)

Scorching Romance

See You In My 19th Life [tw car accident and bullying]

Serena [tw... eating disorder and guns ig]

Shadow Bride [tw incest of sorts, not exactly portrayed as a bad thing which is a tw in itself]

Silent Screams

Sisters at War

The Snake and the Flower

Space Boy [tw ptsd attacks, murder attempt, lowkey body horror?]

Stagtown [all possible trigger warnings apply - ok not that much. Violence, body horror, psychological horror, suicide... Don't read if claustrophobic or paranoid]

Stray Souls

Subzero (multiple) [cw mild erotica]

Survival Log [tw gore, graphic, blood]

Surviving Romance (multiple) [tw body horror, gore, blood...]

Tacit (multiple)

Teenage Mercenary

To be Ordinary (multiple) [tw self harm and bullying]

Trash Belongs in the Trashcan

Twilight Poem [tw cannibalism and demons]

Unordinary (multiple) [tw violence and bullying]

Wayne Family Adventures

Whale Star: the Gyeongseong Mermaid [tw violence, guns, self harm]

The Wildlands

Wished you were dead (multiple) [eeer... tw dark, violence, abuse, neglect, poisonning, stabbing, child abuse and child neglect, and overall don't go in it thinking the main relationship will be cute]

Woven

Your Throne (multiple) [tw blood, violence and child abuse]

#disability representation

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gvtted-ratz · 9 months ago

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Freakiest Freak

Hannibal Lecter x Billy Lenz

Last Edited: 02/20/2024

TW: stalking, sexual talk, foul language, breaking and entering

Requested: no

Word Count: 3,885

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: no gay sex but knowing billy? Plenty of his swearing n sexual words.

@rppik (editor/co-writer): Rat went "does anyone want me to make this crackship" and didn't wait for an answer. Alternative title for the fic: "The drooling is coming from inside the house". Also, SHAFT��

He’s cold and hungry. The last time he remembers eating was sometime before he began jumping from car to car. He’d been hiding among people’s belongings in the backseats and trunks to arrive in some new place he’s never been. To think some people didn’t lock their cars’ trunks or back doors was odd, but ultimately this works in his favour. Up until it doesn’t, that is.

The screaming of the young couple in the front seats causes him to start yowling like a dying cat in return. He claws his way out of the pile of their belongings that they somehow spotted him within, trying to get unburied as quickly as possible. The woman driving swerves the car off the road in her panic, landing them in a ditch. With no weapon but his own hands, Billy chooses flight over fight and tries his best to throw open the door.

The man in the passenger seat unbuckles himself and tries to climb into the back to grab the yowling intruder . After another attempt on Billy’s part, the car door opens, and he flings himself out, landing in a heap on the cold ground. Upon hearing the man's yelling continue as he exits the car next, the hysterical fugitive clambers his way onto his feet before taking off down the road. The cops will surely be called and on their way. So, with no better course of action available , he changes his course to the woods.

Between walking and running, his progress occasionally punctured by wheezing cackles, Billy makes his way deeper and deeper into the wilderness of Maryland. In his adrenaline filled state, he trips and falls into shrubs, their leaves and twigs getting his hair tangled. It doesn't take long for him to get small scrapes on his hands from the multitude of falls within the unknown terrain he’s found himself in.

“Hungry… Billy’s hungry ,” he mumbles to himself, chewing on his fingers as he walks farther along in the cold weather. Some odd humming here and there leads to incoherent ramblings , combined with a few pig noises and meowing, as he travels onward.

“Little baby bunting… Daddy’s gone a-hunTING!” A screech follows the last syllable. A few giggles from his mouth keeps him from finishing the lullaby for just a few moments. “Gonna fetch a rabbit skin… To wrap my baby Agnes in.”

Any sort of happiness he derived from the lullaby he sings disappears in the blink of an eye, his attempt at self entertainment short-lived and ineffective . Gurgles mixed with groans leave his throat; his hands claw at his face and hair as the stress from the multiple days pile on him. Screams echo off of the trees around Billy, all of it coming from the man himself, but none able to drown out the screaming within.

“Dead! Bleeding! PIGGIES! FUCKING CUNTS!” Over eight hours, Billy’s been fleeing, running from what he did in Canada. He warned them! He really did! But did they listen? No! None of them did! Just like little Agnes.

With a sore throat, runny nose, and aches covering his entire being, he spots house lights between the trees. With a sense of burgeoning hope for a chance at reprieve, Billy quickens his pace and enters a clearing with a grand home in the middle. It’s quite large, much larger than any of the homes Billy’s used to, even the sorority house he'd last snuck into. Back in Canada, the only homes approaching this size he’d seen tended to be grouped together, almost like a cul-de-sac. This one stands by its lonesome, making it that much more intimidating by contrast, giving the impression that some wealthy fellow must live here. In Billy’s mind, it translates to more places to curl up and hide away in, as a large home has a multitude of hiding spots.

A quick glance over the outside shows many entry points he could take advantage of. With more windows to choose from than teeth in his mouth, Billy grabs a rather large stone from the surrounding area— originally meant to be used for decorative purposes— and lobs it at one of the large windows on the first floor.

As loud as thunder, the sound of the glass shattering destroys any semblance of peace in the clearing. Just as quickly as it happens, however, the cover of quiet falls over the clearing once again as Billy climbs through the shattered remains of the window. The alarm that is tripped upon his intrusion is just as silent, no one but the proprietor of the home made aware of his crime.

A few more cuts appear on his hands, broken glass still clinging to the window cutting into the meat of his extremities. Some blood smears along the window pane during his entrance, although he pays no mind to the bodily fluid being spread around the home.

Billy finds himself in a large living-room. It reeks of wealth , the quality of items held here making it obvious. He ignores it all in favour of stumbling his way to the kitchen, having some difficulty navigating the huge floor plan of the building.

With his parched, sore throat, he hasn’t yelled nor screamed after his trek in the woods. His fatigue, alongside hunger, only adds to the aches and pains he feels. As a result, when he falls into the kitchen, tripping over his own feet, he's almost desperate to get some proper sustenance; the deafening silence around him and lingering panic in his veins making him feel further on edge Rummaging around in the cabinets, he finds a bread container and a few bottles of wine. The loaf within the container appears to be homemade and has yet to even be sliced before Billy starts to shove it down his gullet. In his eagerness he chokes on the starchy goodness, hacking it up, and proceeds to pop the cork off the wine in hopes of washing it down properly. A large sip of the bottle's contents, however, prompts Billy to chuck the bottle at the wall, shattering it.

“Nasty! Nasty, Billy! WHAT DID YOU DO, BILLY?!” He screeches, coughing afterwards from the ensuing raw ache in his throat. With the wine discarded, he shoves the rest of the bread into his mouth, cheeks puffed out as he tries to shove it all down into his stomach faster than he can chew. It takes a bit before the remainder of the bread has been consumed, drool dripping down from the edges of his mouth. It coats his lips, some of it having dripped from off him and onto the counter below.

With his meal done, he goes for the fridge, rummaging around to find something to drink. He pushes around jars and bottles, searching for anything that he knows is both safe and familiar. In the back, a jug of milk is found. He turns the lid, letting the opening line up with the spout. From there, Billy proceeds to drink straight from the opening; some milk leaks out from his mouth, trailing down his throat. He stops drinking like a dying man for only a moment to take in a large gulp of air before continuing to chug more of the milk.

Distantly, he hears the sound of tires on gravel. Freezing, he listens a tad bit longer; the car stops, the engine cutting off. Billy drops the jug, spilling the remainder of the milk all over the nicely tiled floor. With his heart thumping like that of a rabbit’s, Billy takes off and out of the kitchen. He’s quick, wasting no time climbing the staircase. Finding a bedroom, he enters it and grabs a few blankets, yanking them off the well-made bed. On the bedside table, he finds a small hand-held phone and grabs it to take with him, too.

Blankets in arm, he goes back out into the hall, searching along the ceiling for a door. At the very end of the hall, he finds it: a small rope dangles from the hook holding it in place. He grabs ahold of it, pulling it down with all his might, and a loud thump rings out around him as the ladder slams down onto the floor. Without hesitation, Billy clambers up the ladder and pulls it shut behind him. With the door closed, he can feel himself relax— as relaxed as an unmedicated, delusional man on the run can be.

Journeying farther into the attic, he finds a vacant space behind many stacked boxes . He arranges a few to completely cover the spot from view in case the person living here does search for him up here. After a bit more shuffling about, Billy makes a small little resting spot out of the blankets he took from the bedroom. Right beside it, he places the phone on the floor for later usage. With all the stress from the day catching up to him, Billy allows himself to finally curl up in the nest of blankets he’s created. It doesn’t take long before he’s out like a light.

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Waking up, the man is a bit disorientated, making his heart drop for a moment as he fails to recognize his surroundings. It takes a minute before memories of the previous day finally surface in his mind, helping his nerves settle— hearing no activity in the floors beneath him, he decides to relieve his remaining tension by lashing out at some unsuspecting victim, as always .

Wiggling out of his nest of blankets, he grabs the little hand-held phone. Turning it on, Billy starts to file through the phone’s contacts. Here, he finds a contact that interests him more than the others. None of the other contacts have a suffix in front of them except for this one. Clicking it and letting the phone start to ring, he puts the device to his ear to listen to the ringback.

It rings. And rings. And rings .

“Dr. Lecter speaking ,” an accented, smooth voice enters Billy’s ear. In response to his words, Billy lets out a loud, manic chuckle.

“Pretty Piggy… Such a pretty piggy!” He squeals, oinking at the other man. Moans, gurgles, and gargles escape from deep in his chest, laughing and yowling. He goes on for minutes before slowly quieting down into a fit of soft giggles. There’s silence on the other end. For a second, Billy thinks he’s been hung up on, despite the lack of a beep to have signalled the end of the call.

“I assume you’re done then? It’s rude of you to call only to make such obscenities,” Dr. Lecter tells him, not sounding the least bit fazed. Billy’s giggling has stopped, frowning intensely at this off-handed scolding. “Now, I have a strong suspicion that you’re the man responsible for the wreck in my kitchen? Not to mention the explosion of glass in my living room.”

Billy simply gurgles at him, not intending to answer the guy’s questions but finding it amusing that he's once again managed to phone the resident of the very home he's taken refuge in . A sigh of exasperation is the only answer Billy gets to his nonsensical response. The line goes dead afterwards, showing that the man truly isn’t interested in entertaining a criminal .

Billy turns the phone off, moving to sit cross-legged, letting himself flop back on his blankets. He stares off, slowly starting to zone out. Mumbles leave his mouth as he rocks himself from side to side to pass a bit of the time. Doing this is calming, helping him reflect some of the things he’s done recently. While he doesn’t particularly have an issue with his memory , he does tend to find it easier to recount things in a safe environment while feeling somewhat calm— and up until now, he's felt anything but.

In this state, he lets the events from the sorority house play over in his mind. He hums, remembering the first to go in that house. Claire seemed just like Agnes… They all seemed like her in a way. But the more he thinks about them all, the harder it is to determine what exactly it was about them that he found to resemble Agnes at all. The more he tries, the more his thoughts are derailed by memories of Agnes. Soon enough, the sorority girls and Agnes start to blur together in his mind, just as they had that night, making his lips curl up in revulsion. His mind races, voices unlike his own clawing their way up his throat, repeating words that he can never unhear.

“Disgusting… DISGUSTING! NASTY BILLY!” He cries out, voice high and shrill.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE BABY, BILLY?! WHERE’S THE BABY?!!” He smacks a box of items from its spot, letting it crash to the ground.

“BILLY! BAD BILLY! DISGUSTING PIG!” A lamp goes flying across the attic, shattering upon impact on the wall. A screeching wail explodes from his lungs, bouncing off the walls of the small enclosure he’s taken as his own.

It takes half an hour for Billy to calm down, panting and wheezing. He allows himself to crawl back into his nest of blankets. Whimpers and whines leave him as he shakes from the after-effects of his fit. He’s tired, so very tired.

“Claude… Meow… Meow!!” He lets himself remember Claude, the one creature that seemed to care for him in a genuine way. Regret churns in his gut at leaving the poor thing behind, the feeling fading along with his consciousness as exhaustion overtakes him.

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Waking up once more, Billy is left reeling in the feelings of the past day. Has it been a day? Maybe days have passed. Or could it be weeks? Time is incomprehensible to his messed up mind, much less in the windowless attic.

Not to mention, t here’s too much stimulation going on around him to think. How is he supposed to process anything with all the screaming, crying, begging, and yelling happening? At this point, Billy himself can’t seem to tell if all those sounds are from him, within his head, or occurring outside in reality; it’s too jumbled up, mixing and distorting his senses beyond comprehension. For all he knows, up is right and left is sideways.

He claws at his blankets, chewed-down nails sliding across the sheets. Is he even sane any more? Or maybe he never was. He’s unable to understand those simple things these days. Everything is too much; it’s drowning him.

A sound from down below makes him freeze up , breaking through his disorientated distress. While an odd noise usually wouldn’t have given Billy pause, it’s the fact that it’s right beneath the attic door that scares him— a scrape against the wood, a clink of metal, he can't be sure what exactly. He holds his breath, trying to keep himself from so much as twitching. He listens as the sounds continue before they cease and footsteps retreat down the stairs. With the space beneath him now silent , Billy lets himself uncurl from the fetus position. Slowly, he crawls out of his blankets and towards the attic’s door. Smooshing the side of his face into it, he listens for more sounds.

With nothing reaching his ears, Billy tries to open the door quietly. Despite his efforts, the ladder slams down onto the floor below once again. The bang it makes rings out, making his pulse jump in his veins, but no one comes to check out the noise. Slowly, he creeps down the ladder, leaving it open in case he needs to scurry back into his hiding hole. As such, he fails to notice the new addition to the trap door.

Moving as silently as he's capable of being, Billy makes his way through the hallway and down the stairs. He hasn’t seen this Dr. Lecter, yet , and plans on getting a little sneak peek. It’s when he’s creeping down the stairs that he notices, at last, how expensive everything is: while it’s not flashy, it’s good quality and nice on the eyes, befitting for a wealthy doctor's home. The surrounding items are truly cared for and made from the best products available. Running a finger across the banister, he spots no dust nor dirt. Everything is spotless besides the attic. To think that the one area that isn’t tidy would be the place he's taken as his own; it’s the perfect spot for the Canadian to hide, with it being about as clean as he is .

He looks through the rail pegs as he continues his descent. At the bottom of the stairway, he can hear someone in the kitchen. There’s a whistle of a kettle, sounds of chopping on a cutting board, and bubbles popping like that of something boiling in a pot. Billy finds himself inching closer to the kitchen, hoping to catch a glimpse of this lavish home's owner . Convincing himself that it is worth the risk, he lets himself have a gander.

There, he sees a well-dressed man. With a blazer, dress pants, and shiny dress shoes, he stands in the kitchen preparing a meal for himself. An apron is tied around his waist, shielding his front from any grime he may splash on himself. His hair is nicely combed, with not a wrinkle in sight on his prim clothing. Just by peering at him, Billy knows he’s something to be watched closely. Even while presumably thinking himself to be alone, the man holds himself as someone to listen to and to fear.

While Doctor Lecter is himself a feast for the eyes, the smell of the food he's preparing is just as delicious. Billy can feel a small bit of drool leak past his lips, making him cover his mouth to keep the giggles and spit from spilling out. He knows, by simply staring, that there will be plenty of leftovers once the man finishes… But Billy hardly has the patience to wait that long for scraps.

Thinking quickly, he slinks off to where he remembers the living room being. Scanning the shelves when he arrives, he spots a fine vase, clearly delicate with its shiny glass. It's a pretty thing, and he has a penchant for breaking those, fingers twitching eagerly as he reaches for it. In the next moment, he chucks it towards the fireplace ,the loud sound of its shattering bursting well past the room. In the kitchen, the sounds of chopping cease .

Billy’s quick to hide in a tight spot by the stairs, waiting with bated breath for the doctor to investigate his distraction. As the man walks into the room, the Canadian killer slips out of his spot, slipping into the kitchen. Once inside, he messily grabs some of the cooked meat the wealthy man had been cutting. Another grab and his hands have got ahold of some oranges as well, proceeding to bundle it all up in his shirt, holding the hem up like a makeshift basket.

With his food secured, Billy turns to make his way out of the kitchen, only to freeze like a deer in headlights as he sees Dr. Lecter standing in the doorway.

“So, you’re the rat running amok in my home.” His proper demeanour doesn’t disappear as he talks. Even when faced with an intruder and vandal; his voice has an accent that Billy cannot make out, and now that it isn’t being filtered through the receiver of a phone, it sounds unnervingly smooth to his ears. It makes him want to slam glass in his ears, if only to keep the too-perfect sound from bouncing around in his skull for the remainder of the day. Beyond that, the lack of screaming in terror or any sort of anger gives Billy great pause, not knowing in the slightest how to proceed, allowing Lecter to continue. “With all the destruction, I was quite sure I was dealing with a pig.”

At the mention of a pig, Billy's mind starts back up, the man starting to make oinking sounds mixed with breathy giggles. The calmly stated insult is one that’s familiar to him, leading to him latching onto the word.

“Pretty Piggy… Preeeeeety Piggyyyy,” He drags out ‘pretty piggy’ with his laughing and sounds. The other man hardly seems bothered; it’s almost like he expected this reaction. “Pretty Piggy wants to suck his juicy, fat, COCK!” A sound between a wail and a cackle erupts from his throat.

“Now, Mr. Lenz, there is no need for this foul language. Come, take a seat. I have prepared you a meal.” While he moves with confidence, there’s a cautiousness in the way the ex-surgeon moves, almost like he doesn’t want to spook the unwell man into fleeing. Through his giggle-infused haze, Billy follows the other at the promise of food, while staying a few steps behind in case he feels like he needs to run.

The smell of cooked meat fills up Billy’s senses; it makes the man’s mouth start watering in hunger. Bread and milk are enough to keep one from dying for a month or so, but not enough to keep them from wasting away completely. With that in mind, Billy knows that he has to eat some of the offered meal as he’s eaten very little else during his time on the run; he’s lost quite a bit of weight, losing much of his energy and strength from the lack of nutrients.

When he sees the hunk of roasted pig flesh sitting on the plate, he doesn’t hesitate to grab it in his vibrating hands. The next thing the psychiatrist sees is Billy trying to shove the entire thing down his gullet, having been practically starving from his poor diet. It takes a bit of choking, gurgling, and excess spit, but Billy does manage to eat the entire plateful of pork.

“I do hope it was satisfactory, Mr. Lenz. I can see that your diet has been lacking. For as long as you remain here, I can promise you that I will keep you well-fed.” It’s stated as a promise, though Billy isn’t certain if it will be carried out , why would it?

“Piggy’s name… Tell Billy Piggy’s name,” More odd sounds ring around them as Billy delves back into his usual noises, eyes intent on the doctor as he seeks to understand his strangely accommodating host better.

“My name is Hannibal Lecter, a psychiatrist and ex-surgeon. I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay here, as you seem peculiar.” Hannibal’s words sound more like static as Billy starts to feel even more weak than usual. Eyes darting from Hannibal to the kitchen’s exit, he finally darts out and away from the other man.

Hannibal doesn’t follow Billy as he turns tail, knowing he’ll be finding the ward escapee in his attic. If only Billy had accounted for the fact that said attic could easily be locked up if one wanted to keep another captive there, the new locking mechanism on the trapdoor going unnoticed once again as he struggles to even lift the ladder back up.

It’s only as Billy dazedly collapses, beginning to lose consciousness inches away from his make-shift nest , that his rattled mind comes across a peculiar realization- he'd never told the man downstairs his name before.

#my fics #slasher x slasher #slasher #slashers #slasher fandom #billy lenz #billy lenz x hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter #fanfic #slasher fanfiction #mdni blog

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unfinshedsentec · 3 years ago

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Hello! I just recently stumbled across your blog and I really love the way you write for Mikey and Izana, your version of them is so comforting! If you refuse to write this request, please don't feel bad! It's also worth saying that you can take your time to write this, please don't rush and take care of yourself. As for my request: Mikey, Izana, and Kazutora with an s/o who beats a stage 3 cancer and they want to surprise their boyfriend with the good news thanking the boys with all their heart

hi love! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I finally did and I really hope you like it! It was so comforting to write this and I hope you find it comforting too❤️❤️

when they find out you beat cancer!

reader is gender neutral!

characters: mikey, izana, and kazutora

tw: vomit and depression

Mikey

Your battle with cancer had been a long one.

You had chemo, you felt so sick, you were stuck in the hospital constantly, and well, you just felt terrible.

It was truly the worst period time in your life.

You were supposed to be out partying and living life, but instead you were suck inside either sick, or being to much of a risk to go out. But, no matter how bad things got, your boyfriend stuck through it all with you.

Mikey didn’t leave you, and he instead gave you all the love and support he has. He was the only thing in this sucky world that made you feel normal again. In a way, he was your life support.

Well, it turned out that with his and others support, you managed to beat your stage 3 cancer!!!!!! You couldn’t be more excited!!!! You truly couldn’t stop sobbing.

The more people you shared the exciting news with, the more you cried, as they hugged you and sobbed from happiness. Honestly, nothing was more rewarding.

The only person you hadn’t told was Mikey himself, and boy were you excited to tell him. And what better time to tell him then on your 3-year anniversary.

“Soooo” you began, while Mikey sipped his kids’ glass of apple juice.

“Soooo??”

“I have something important to tell you…” you continued, the anticipation killing you.

“Oh shit” Mikey replied, honestly scared. “Am I in trouble?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s something else”

“Oh…what is it?”

“I’m…..” you began, a big grin forming on your face. “CANCER FREE”

Mikey went quiet. I mean dead quiet. His face was blank, and his eyes just screamed that nothing was going on in that head of his. Clearly, he was processing what you said, but knowing Mikey, it’s gonna take some time.

“Would you like me to repeat that?”

“Yes”

“I’m cancer free!!”

This time, his mouth just dropped open, so wide that you swear you saw a fly flew in. I mean, this man really had a hard time processing it. But after around 20 minutes of being unresponsive, he suddenly stood up with possibly the bright look on his face.

“REALLY?! Y-YOUR CANCER FREE??”

“YES”

Then, Mikey raced over to you, picked you up, and spun you in circles. You sobbed as he gripped on to you as tight as possible, almost as if the world was ending. Mikey even started sobbing from happiness. And he only teared up more as you continued.

“….If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would’ve lived through it all. So, thank you Mikey, thank you for saving me! I love you more than words can say!”

“I love too….and god, I’m so glad y-you’re okay”

Now, you guys can live out the happy future he always dreamed of, the same future you had longed for. You could be happy without worrying about cancer’s dumbass.

And my god nothing was more satisfying than that.

Izana

Izana was a trooper through this whole cancer thing.

He was there while you struggled through the chemo. He was there while you cried from fear, and from depression. He tagged along on almost all of your appointments and made sure to held your hand through everything he could.

He held your hair back when you threw up and took care of you when you need it. When you couldn’t go places from risk, Izana would be sure you had even more fun than you would’ve. Not only that, but he was even nice enough to help pay for your medical bills, no matter how expensive they would be.

Izana really was your little cheerleader, and that was what kept you going through dark times.

Now, the dark times were done, and you beat your stage 3 cancer!! It was a long, hard-fought battle, but you were victorious.

You beat cancers ass!

Unfortunately, because of COVID, no one could go with you to find out. So, you had the honors of being able to tell your loved ones in your own way. And of course, Izana was first.

When Izana tiredly came home after a long day of doing whatever he does, he was surprised to see you looking up at him so happily, with a cake in your hands.

“Izana! Sit down, sit down!”

Izana was honestly scared while you ushered him toward a barstool in the kitchen island.

He figured that either something horrible happened, you did something you weren’t supposed too, or maybe on the off chance, something good happened. But knowing Izana, he immediately figured it was something bad.

“Love? What’s all this for?” Izana questioned, still confused.

“You’ll see!” you answered setting the cake box down in front of him.

Curiously, Izana glanced at the cake box, wondering just why you were acting there something with the cake.

It was only when you opened the box and revealed the cake with “I’m cancer free” on it, that he understood what was going on.

“WAIT…REALLY?! LIKE ACTUALLY?!”

“Yeah! I just found out today and I really wanted you to be the first to know, cause y’know…. if it wasn’t for you, I really don’t think I’d have been able to pull through. So, thank you, thank you for sticking with me through it all. Thank you for loving me through it. Thank you for keeping me alive” you shakily said, tearing up mid-way through.

Izana only stared you shocked, before he dropped his head, a shadow covering his face. At first you though for whatever reason he was sad or disappointed, but when he looked back up at you with tear covered cheeks, you knew what it really was.

Soon enough he came running over to you, and pulled you into his chest, his body shacking for the sobs.

“Finally! Finally, you’re alright!”

You weren’t sure how long you and Izana stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms but it was a long time. It was just such a happy, memorable moment.

Even afterwards, when you guys settled down and just binged on cake and tv was memorable. This was definetly one of the best moments of your life.

Now, you could be happy. You could live the life you wanted to without worry. You could be with Izana without worrying when the last time you’ll see him is.

That was the happy ending you always wanted, and it’s what you got. And now, you and Izana could stay by each other’s side for the rest of eternity~

Kazutora

Kazutora knows what it’s like to feel alone. Although your situations are different, he knew you felt alone like he did.

When you got diagnosed with cancer, he knew you were scared, alone, and frankly just tired. And as your boyfriend, he felt that it was his responsibility to make you as happy as possible, even in these dark times.

He helped you through everything from just being depressed, to gaining the courage to go to another doctor’s appointment. He tried his best to go to each appointment and would always be sure to hold your hand when he could. When you had to shave your head, Kazutora was there helping, smiling telling you just how beautiful you were.

Sick or not, you were still the most beautiful person in the world.

Kazutora was the sole purpose that you were able to push through such hard times. And now, after what seems like forever, your finally out of the dark.

You beat your cancer, and now that asshole is in the past!!!

You were beyond ecstatic, as in you practically jumped out of your skin from excited. But in way, you were almost more excited to tell your boyfriend, who you knew would literally shit his pants.

It was no wonder that the moment your appointment was over, you ran right to his house with a big smile on your face.

When you showed up at Kazutora’s front door at 9 a.m, super happy, Kazutora was baffled. He was happy you were in a good mood, but he didn’t know why…

“Hey love! I’ve got some exciting news~”

“Huh? What’s up?” your boyfriend drowsily replied, still half asleep.

“Ummm I kind of wished I did something else to tell you this, but I just couldn’t wait” you began, already tearing up. “I just found out I’m cancer free!!”

Kazutora just stared at you, like you were a ghost. He was still pretty out of it, so to him this was some sort’ve dream.

That’s why he pinched you.

“OW!” you yelled, smacking away his hand. “I told you I’m cancer free and all I get is a pinch??”

“This isn’t a dream?!”

“No love, this is real!” you chuckled, before wrapping your hands Kazutora’s waist. “Thank you for everything. Really, if it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would a-alive. Thank you…thank you so much! I love you so so much!!”

Kazutora just stood there, but you knew from the shakes of his chest that he was sobbing too.

You and Kazutora just stood their sobbing for what seemed like an eternity. You of course were happy, but your boyfriend was happier. He was so happy and so relieved that he just cuddled up to you the whole day.

This whole experience had been an awful one, and now that it’s over, if felt like a huge weight was off you and your boyfriends’ shoulders.

Life was good, and now, a whole new happy beginning to your life was starting. And, of course, Kazutora was there through it all, right by your side, just as happy as you!

//end!

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melancholicmarionette · 2 years ago

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Hello, it’s me. I’ve decided to call this Out of the Woods, because it’s ironic.

I’m on vacation rn so updates may be slower.

TW: profanity, government imprisonment, mention of minion Facebook memes

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It was so cold she could see her breath.

If asked how she got into her new 5x5 concrete accommodations, Sam would have to say she didn’t remember. Based on her lightheadedness, sedation had something to do with it. Last she recalled she was with Danny and Tucker, but now she was alone, looking at a steel door with a single glass window, her main obstacle.

She ought to be panicking more, she was well aware. But some anxious people made lists, some had hobbies like knitting or crochet, but Sam’s anxiety manifested by forcing her to ponder the worst case scenario and possible escape plans of every situation that could ever happen ever, and some that seemed impossible. She’d already scanned the room for vents, no dice. She looked on every wall for some kind of logo, some kind of indicator of where she was. She paced the interior, feeling along the cement walls, looking for…

Looking for something. Anything.

When there was a knock on the steel door she jumped, her body tensing, ready to fight. She was imprisoned, who had the nerve to knock?

The door opened, the hinges creaking ominously, like the weight of the door fatigued them into screaming. A woman was in the doorway, dressed in a pristine white suit with only a black tie and shoes contrasting. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun, her eyes obscured by sunglasses, and on her lapel was a pin, the length of a name tag but only bearing the letter M.

Shit.

“Samantha,” the woman—M—said, her voice too ravaged by cigarettes to carry the condescending tone she was going for. “You’re awake.”

“Where am I?”

“Ah, right to it, then,” M said, her face emotionless. “Guys In White facility A-9310. My name is M.”

“Stretching the definition of a name,” Sam snapped, she couldn’t help it. It was that or ‘you a Guy in White?’ comment, which seemed a little too heteronormative. “Follow up question, why am I here?”

M pursed her lips, as though wondering how much she could say. From an adult, this was never a good sign.

“The exact reason is undisclosed to me,” M said, “you have been seen associating with a rather serious person of interest.”

“You all were told to leave him alone,” Sam said. There wasn’t any denying that Danny was their target. “By your bosses—he’s not who you’re convinced he is.”

“Our ecto-detectors imply otherwise,” M said, “on all three of you.”

Sam’s breath hitched, and she knew her glare broke for a second because M smirked for the first time.

“You’ve got a good poker face, I’ll admit,” M said, “it’s unsafe for us to allow you three to continue existing among normal humans. You won’t be missed.”

Sam awoke with a gasp, cold sweat trailing down her temples.

For the second time in far too short of a period, she awoke somewhere she didn’t recognize. The lumpy, pale blue bay window seat she found herself on wasn’t nearly as sinister as the alternative, but it wasn’t less confusing.

Question: where the hell was she now?

Answer: uh.

She sat up, and was forced to remember the previous night in the way her muscles ached and her arm stung. And her head—God, her head. Her entire face, really. One of her eyes felt swollen, and she when her hand grazed her cheek she felt the sting of a large gash held closed with medical tape.

Medical tape that she hadn’t gotten from the lab infirmary. What was…

The room—a bedroom, came into proper focus, the walls a muted teal, a bright orange bedspread over a full bed, and purple plush carpet. A bit of a mess, visually, the taste was wanting.

A flicker of last night phased her, and all she could think was goddammit this is Star Benson’s bedroom.

“Shit,” she hissed. She had more swears lined up, ready to go. Her brain did the math—what were the odds she could jump out of this second story window without breaking her legs? Could she sneak out some other way, get to Jazz’s apartment, rescue the boys and then gaslight Paulina and Star into madness the next time she saw them?

That wasn’t a plan. Nothing was a plan—she had no plan, she hadn’t had a goddamn good idea in the last 72 hours. She was out of the facility. The boys were still inside. Now what? The boys were inside there.

They were still in there. She was out. Now. What. Manson?

Jazz. The answer was Jazz—she couldn’t get any Fenton gear directly without revealing she was no longer missing, and that likely meant police involvement and—

They protected each other. That’s what she had learned, they all protected each other.

She was up, off the window bench, and felt alien in her own skin. She hadn’t showered since they day they’d been taken, nor changed her clothes—they attempted to get her in one of those hospital gowns but fat chance. Moving with stiff, bruised muscles was hard enough, doing it covered in a layer of sweat, dirt, and dried blood was torture.

She found the nearest bathroom, decorated with a beach theme down to the soaps, and took a look at herself.

“Ugh,” she said. Hurting her own feelings a bit. She washed her face, rinsed her mouth of blood, and became stuck again. She stared at her own reflection again, taking note of the taped-up gash that, at that moment, looked too thin and shallow to bother dressing. It had to have looked worse last night. Much worse.

it’s unsafe for us to allow you three to continue existing among normal humans.

She was so fucking hosed it wasn’t funny.

Get to Jazz. Eye on the goal: Jazz will…probably know what to do.

Sam’s existential mirror crisis managed to make her forget that she was in someone else’s house, and if she wanted to leave she’d have to sneak. So when she reached the top of the stairs and Star made eye contact with her from the couch that the balcony overlooked, spoon halfway in between açaí bowl and mouth.

“You’re up.” Paulina was the one who spoke, matter-of-factly, when Sam and Star’s staring contest didn’t seem to be resulting in an actual interaction. She paused for a long moment, and then, “you look like shit.”

“Feel like shit,” Sam nodded. She was aware of the way her face was twisting as she tried to force out what felt like acid in her throat. “…Thank you. For your…help.”

“Oh god—don’t be nice to me, it’s weird,” Paulina said. Sam felt a weight fall off her shoulders. “Fenton should be here soon—Jazz, I mean.”

“What?” Sam asked, leaning forward onto the balcony before pushing back when it felt like she’d been stabbed. “Shit…”

“Yeah, you said your ribs were broken last night,” Star told her, “or, like—what you said was ‘my chest feels crunchy’ and I assumed that’s what you meant.”

“I—yeah,” Sam pinched the bridge of her nose, resigned to how many Danny-isms she had incorporated into her vocabulary. “Yeah that’s what that means, approximately.” She took a second to cope with the fact that if her ribs were indeed broken last night, the no longer seemed to be—just badly bruised. “Anyway, you had Jazz’s number?”

“No, I had to log into Facebook and message her, like an animal,” Paulina groaned, “I saw memes my uncle posted, those little minions things with guns photoshopped into their little hands—darkest Saturday morning of my life.”

“I don’t…” Sam’s thoughts screeched to a halt, filling instead with ‘???’ “you didn’t have to—I would’ve figured it out…” Maybe. Probably.

“Manson, need I remind you—“

“You do need. Concussed.”

“Yeah, okay—you said, and I quote, ‘I promise I’ll tell you, but I need help,’ and so we helped. I helped because I have been awake all damn night thinking about what the hell is going on, I have to know.”

“She’s really not this vulnerable normally,” Star added, looking at Sam with an expression distressingly sincere, “she’s really being open with you, here.”

Of course. Of course she said that, and of course Paulina Sanchez, whose lifeblood was gossip, who thrived on other people’s business like a plant with the sun, would not let it go.

Sam avoided Paulina’s stare, eventually looking at Star.

“Can I take a shower first?”

#danny phantom #sam manson #paulina sanchez #star #this is fun

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albatris · 3 years ago

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hello uwu. rental car update time

sorry for not tagging anyone in my last update, I am acting normal again now <3

anyway you know how I said yesterday I wouldn't give you That Excerpt? well. here's That Excerpt!

I have no fun news this week. except. I'm gonna buy a biiiiiiig fuckin pinboard to map out this trilogy in the most serial-killer-esque conspiracy board way possible. microsoft excel and I are no longer on speaking terms

this week's mood is this week's jam which is "villainous thing" by shayfer james and this week's jam is this week's mood which is the shrill, endless wail of my blood glucose meter's alarm as it reaches into my brainspace and haunts me in my dreams and slumbers

this week's excerpt! Feral Quinn Moment. immediately preceding a fun scene where Quinn and Zeke get to fuck shit up in the Ethel house a little bit. just a little bit for now. as a treat. mostly Zeke does the fucking shit up bc Quinn is. Quinn. too pretty <3 and also not FANTASTIC when it comes to holding their own in a physical fight

this is not AS actiony a scene as I wanted to post today (but at least it's not all dialogue!)...... I'll carry on writing this part of the story so hopefully you'll get some cool Zeke fight scenes real soon :3

tw for. a finger being bitten off. a bit of blood and grossness. one sentence of vomit. and a good handful of swears

Corinne laughed this time, rough, joyous, rattling. Like one of them, like one of them, like one of them.

Quinn's hand snapped round her wrist and their head snapped forward, lunging and wild and animal, their teeth sinking deep into whichever of her fingers they could find first. They brought their jaws grinding to a close with every ounce of power they had in them. Something cracked all at once, the splitting of skin and bone ringing through Quinn's head like a gunshot, and their upper teeth met their lower ones through the stretch of the rubber glove. Quinn ripped their head back, snapping free, the momentum of that final tear sending them crashing back onto the people behind them.

Corinne screamed. Not like one of them. Terrified, agonised, human, human, human. Weak. Vulnerable. Prey. Blood bubbled from the stump of a forefinger she had left and she jerked her arm back out of the cage. Zeke plummeted, dropping to the floor and doubling over herself, wheezing and choking, her fist slamming into the floor in alarm as she struggled to suck in breath.

"Motherfucker," Corinne raged, and clutched her bloodied, pouring hand to her chest. She was bustling around the room now in a panicked frenzy, bouncing from shelf to shelf and cupboard to cupboard, her body seemingly wanting to jerk in every direction at once as she struggled to figure out what to do next. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She whirled on Quinn. "You bitch. You fucking dogshit piece of—fuck, fuck, fuck."

The weight on Quinn's tongue was alien and warm and gushing, still adorned partly with thick rubber. Quinn's stomach flipped in revulsion, and they doubled over and released the severed finger from their mouth onto the floor, blood and spit following in a slow, meandering dribble. Vomit lurched up their throat, then changed its mind, then changed it back. They craned to the side and threw up, managing by some miracle in their compromised state to avoid doing so on their—their trophy.

"Gross," someone nearby mumbled under their breath, then let out a small oof as the presently-not-dead Zeke's elbow found their ribcage and acquainted itself with considerable force.

Corinne floundered about the room a few more moments, footsteps rapid and rabid and jittering. In the grasps of hysteria, in her leaping and her fluttering and hopping back and forth in wild-eyed indecision, she looked amusingly like she was almost dancing. Some kind of morbid, butchered quickstep. An irrepressible and frantic salsa. No longer merely the omnipotent director in this theatre of horrors, but thrust onto the stage itself to twirl and dance with the rest of them, with the face full of dread and shirt full of blood to match.

Corinne flooded out the door and into the body of the house.

"Encore, encore," Quinn mumbled bitterly after her, and dragged the back of their forearm over their mouth to drag away the worst of the mess. God, they felt gross, they felt gross, they felt so gross. That sensation still echoed in their jaw, itched in their teeth. The pressure, the crack, the pop. The squelch. The taste. A good vicious bite was enjoyable to watch, but rather less so to partake in.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Zeke croaked, finding her voice again at last.

"It was an honour to be here tonight," Quinn said, still woozy. "I'd take a bow if I thought I wouldn't just keel forward and faint."

@chaotic-queer-disaster @gnome-boi @polyacery @tracle0 @goosemixtapes @valence-positive @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @afoolandathief @thepotatowriter @mecharose @vellichor-virgo @flapuflapu @distortion-heart @multi-lefaiye @writeouswriter

#quinn: we should lay low until the perfect opportunity to make a break for it presents itself #quinn as soon as corinne is a dick to zeke: *chomp*#they're both somewhat helpless while they're all locked up and kept prisoner except for. yeah. one chance quinn gets to Bite #upon release from being imprisoned quinn is like oh wait no i don't actually do any fighting lmao idk i usually just have #other people do violence on my behalf hahaha <3 #while zeke is just like. lemme at em. lemme at em. I'm gonna go feral. I'm gonna slit throats and rip arms off. i am 4'8'' and full of rage #anyway.#corinne is human but is a fuckin horrible powerhouse of sheer muscle and she's fuckin terrifying #corinne is also just as awful as the ethels lmao <3 we hate her too <3 #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #rental car updates #sorry for gross excerpt lmao i didn't get a shot to write funky action scenes today #next up 4 you is zeke fight time :3 we love one (1) unhinged murderous vampire hunter

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whumpitisthen · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Auden's Story masterlist

I’ve realized that finding my writing on here is like impossible so I think it’s about time i made one of these :3

There is no overarching story, so go ahead, read through the descriptions and jump into any story that interests you!

Taglist (tagged in everything I write): @morning-star-whump @whumprince @a-living-canvas

TWs for all around creepy/intimate whumpers, blood, sadistic whumpers, just a lot of Non-Sexual touching, scared bois and anything you may associate with whump honestly; each one is tagged accordingly. I do not write anything NSFW besides gore!

PLEASE CONSIDER SUPPORTING ME ON MY KO-FI IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU'RE SEEING PLS I WILL BECOME FOREVER INDEBTED TO YOU AND YOU WILL BE FREE TO TAKE MY SOUL :D ALSO I HAVE A BOOK NOW YOU CAN GET IT RIGHT HERE

Simple Pleasures, Simple Pains

Content also available in my book :)

Fireplace - broken whumpee with possibly nonhuman whumper, who lost all hope of ever escaping, kinda dark and could count as horror? i think?

Chauffeur - a rich (probably part of the mafia or sth idk) whumper that went a bit overboard with the whumping, a sleep deprieved obedient but very tired whumpee and a chauffeur that did not sign up for this

Inferior - creepy whumper having dinner with his two pets

A Dark Desire - whumper that found it necessary to give his plaything nyctophobia (make him deathly afraid of the dark) and now after having finally let him out of the Dark Room, he decides to test out how deep that fear really goes

Four - whumper changing his slightly defiant whumpee’s only interaction with him that didn’t involve him getting hurt at all into yet another game that involves making the poor thing cry

A Strange Day - whumper seemed to have experienced something that put him under the weather, and whumpee notices, deciding to try and be helpful, until whumper asks him a question he didn’t expect

Won’t you sing for me? - whumpee uses his own voice to calm himself, whumper finds out about it, uses his boytoy’s pyrophopia to make him sing for him, horror ensues :)

My host - whumper and whumpee share a body/ whumpee is posessed by whumper; sleep paralysis and creepy fondness

A nightmare that won’t let you wake - nightmare-ception, panic attack, gore, horror - all the good stuff

Mine - uhh usual pet whump with overly possessive creepy whumper, lots of choking and scared boi action bonus hair pulling vampire whump if you squint

A thorough look in the mirror - gore. talk of so much past torture. broken whumpee. whumper is toxic friend turned torturer bc he is a sadistic lil bitch and liked the sounds whumpee was making a bit too much. i swear i was on some shit writing this.

Bye-bye - captive whumpee is allowed to call caretaker as a sick game for his captor and a way to crush him more

Drown it out - poor boi has to endure the hellish screams coming from the basement, how sad :(

Instincts - little drabble about a sadistic non-human whumper asking human whumpee about this thing called 'fear'

Bloody kisses - very ewie gross intimate whumper and paranoid whumpee relaxing together......... ew... (noncon touching, noncon kissing, but no more than that)

To shatter - whumpee experiences an existential crisis while being taught (violently threatened) by whumper about the ways he can fuck him up

That damned smile - whumpee talking about whumper's smile, and how creepy it is that its the same as it was before they turned out to be a sadistic asshole. whumper responds

Stay still - first person whump? whumpee is held at knifepoint and is panicking on the inside while trying their best to keep still

Fresh meat - poor innocent boi was kidnapped and put into a red room, awaiting his first time on the official Red Room channel :) exciting stuff!

Infatuation - some artistic whump? Big description of the agony of human by an artistic creepy whumper

Growing a heart - whumper leaves his whumpee with a friend, but turns out, said friend wasn't very trustworthy and made whumpee more scared of being left there than whumper has ever seen him

Choices - a fresh lineup of whumpees are getting ready to be auctioned, but there is one more than allowed at once, so whumper has to choose wisely between them on which to take with themself

Childhood Monster - legends say that a cruel people-eating beast hunts on the other side of the town, and everyone had to move away from there, making it a home for only the ghosts of its victims. unfortunately for our whumpee, he has a family to feed, and has run out of ways to do so. and so alone, starving himself, he ventures into that forbidden district, where he hopes to find some food for his family and return in one piece.

The Collector's Market - whumper goes to a very fancy special event, only for his peaceful time to be interrupted by a whumpee in the middle of escaping from their own whumper. Whumper on whumper violence alert 🚨 (whumper/-ee is alluded to being a teenager, minor whump)

Silent - who loves asphyxiation? Me I do. Who loves creepy horrible little people suffocating weak little pretty men? Also me

Colleague Conflict - whumper who works in a facility made to gather information from dangerous criminals realizes that the person who leads said facility and also is a close friend of theirs enjoys this work - torturing people - a lot more than they thought

Maze - whumpee waking up in a huge labyrinth of a place and having to find a way out (bonus content in SpSp, only draft here)

One-shots:

Récamier - first person whump i wrote for a friend, vampire “therapist” whumper, first thing i ever actually wrote so be gentle :)

My Little Mortal - a lonely god and a desperate mortal meet in the rain. Power play ensues.

Anticipation - asking to be hurt, anticipation and power dynamics

Too Much - defiant whumpee breaks for the first time

Delicate - a sensitive whumpee

Drabbles:

Eat up - whumper was so kind to bring warm freshly made soup to whumpee and whumpee just wont eat it for some reason?? horrible way to treat your captor in my opinion (whipping)

Lonely... - part two of 'Instincts', this time a little different.........

They will survive - an escape attempt in the snowy forest, hunted by a cry of hounds. some eye gore and death tw.

A tiney wribte :) - little tiney dialogue of creepy whumper likening whumpee's heartbeat to purring

Have you ever cut your finger? - creepy dialogue about ruining handgore

Today Is His Special Day! - whumpee is with bad caretaker that hurts people, and a misunderstood conversation leads him to think the only reason caretaker hasn't hurt him is bc they're not yet old enough

The Crave - whumper let go of his whumpee to let them heal and now can barely control himself day to day from the overwhelming urge to hurt someone

No Longer a Lie — a story about a whumpee missing their whumper so much, that after only month of freedom, they find their way right back to that hellish prison they had escaped

Take Your Medicine — whumpee hasn't taken their medicine (force-feeding, suffocation, drugging)

To Have Nobody Else — masochistic whumpee unfortunately has the worst sadist to take care of them

Artificial guest - Whumpee wakes all alone, lost in a misty forest. Whumper is the only one around, waiting for whumpee to find their way to their mansion and ask to be let in before the storm arrives. Whumper daydreams about their Whumpee's terrible terrible future :)

“I’m thinking again...”

(prompts/ideas/evil little thoughts)

No talking, only sounds - title says it all

Messing with their sense of time - a new and better way of making your whumpee lose sense of time, and have fun doing it!

... - collection of dialogue no. 1

Holiday whump collection - collection of horrible horrible ideas of whump for the holiday times, some festive pain is always welcome

A whumpee who's whumper never hurts them - whumpee is scared and obedient, yet they aren't under threat of physical abuse. Whumper never hurts them, and they would like to keep it that way

Sadistic choice - fun little decisions you can force your poor little meow meow to make

I don't care. - just a fun little prompt :)

Signs that hurt is on the way - a collection of fun signs that whumpee can catch that tells them they are in trouble

Game idea: staring contest - make up a rule and watch your whumpee figure out desperately what it is

What do you want from me? - short dialogue prompt about a poor little meow meow doing their best

Mute whumpees - mute whumpee appreciation post

Whumper who is part of the team - being insane about whumpers as usual

Sorry — whumpee is always sorry, they are so so so sorry, they know they are the worst and they are so sorry pls don't hurt them :( <- wants nothing more than to hurt them

Drowning — drown your blorbo for me please please please please please please

Dialogue:

Unfortunate — whumpee, vulnerable, runs into a dangerous stranger. such an unlucky occurrence, whumper tells them as much

Tiny whump:

You are so little... — generally creepy whumper who happens to enjoy the height difference between them and whumpee

Memento — a very fond , possessive whumper and a probably severely traumatized and mutilated whumpee

Tiny Whump Time - a collection of tiny whump tropes

Tiny whump creepy whumper dialogue prompts - more tiney whumps

Tiny pet whump prompts - and even more tiny whumps

Art:

A piece with a bruised neck i made :)

Cat boi in pain :)

Knife to the lips ouch :)

A space demon :)

Miscellanious:

Whatever this is - me thinking about Neck Whump™ in the middle of the night half asleep that a lot of people seem to enjoy for some reason

Wouldn't you? - i think watching a pretty boi crying on my floor is about as good as life could get......... dont you?? im normal i swear

(Profile pic was made with this incredible picrew)

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beetlemancy · 4 years ago

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Violence against young kids is a pretty huge trigger for a lot of ppl though. I think even D20 put up a content warnings for that in one of their seasons. There is a difference between wanting an extremely common and widespread trigger like that tagged compared to something like cw: geese. I’ve never been triggered by anything in CR, but it seems like they’re a little behind the ball on this. Even TVMA shows on actual TV give basic content warnings at the top (violence, swearing, drugs, etc.).

It reminds me of how slow they were to get professional captioning. Not like super bad or anything, but later than a lot of their contemporaries. F@tT uses content warnings for a whole bunch of stuff, so it’s not absurd to have a real play tabletop show do that kind of stuff on a basic level. Obviously I’m not going to scream at the cast on Twitter about it, but I think it’s be nice to either get an official “we don’t do content warnings” message from CR company or just like an official policy of some kind. (If that exists and I’ve just never seen it, uh, my bad)

I don’t think it’s a huge deal, but it also doesn’t seem fair to write it all off as classic fandom entitlement.

Well, first of all, THEY were not slow to getting captioning. Legendary was. This is blatant misinformation that continues to permeate this fandom. As soon as CR was their own company, captions were made a priority. This needs to stop being erased because its a source of constant nonsense in this fandom.

Also, I never said that TW “kid death” would be difficult - I was specifically referring to the many, many tweets asking for EVERY episode to list EVERY possible trigger. I literally said that I have zero issues with people going through proper channels to request a different approach (as in, more than what is already on the CR official site). By the way, since apparently this will keep coming up, here is what that site says specifically:

[img description: CR’s FAQ page Is Critical Role kid-friendly? Our shows are intended for adult audiences and you may want to watch an episode or show first and then decide if its appropriate for the little ones in your life. A note about content warnings - Due to the improv nature of Critical Role and other RPG content on our channels, some themes and situations that occur in-game may be difficult for some to handle. If certain episodes or scenes become uncomfortable, we strongly suggest taking a break or skipping that particular episode. Your health and well-being is important to us and Psycom has a great list of international mental health resources here, in case its useful.]

As a sidenote, you can also find out more information about CR’s captioning services via that FAQ as well. Link is HERE.

#critical role #cr discourse #Anonymous #cr spoilers #kinda #cr cw nonsense

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h-c-u · 2 years ago

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The kids are alright pt 3

Summary: You go into labor two weeks before the due date, while Ice is giving an interview on the live TV

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: 4k

Rating: PG

TWs: Labor and all stuff that comes with it.

A/N: Sooo.... The baby is here :) And this chapter was inspired by that interrupted interview with prince Harry, when he was still in the military Also - someone asked me why I wasn't calling Bradley "Rooster", so I might address it here as well - it's because in this universe, he's not a pilot, so he didn't get that callsign yet :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist | List of tags | Part 4

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! - you almost fell over when you felt a contraction. At first, you thought that it was Braxton-Hicks, but they were getting stronger and stronger over the last hour... Or was it even more...?

You were home alone, so the situation was less than ideal, but you didn't want to worry Ice, just in case it was nothing, because you knew he was doing an interview today. You also didn't want to call for an ambulance, because you felt like it would be an overshoot, and you definitely couldn't drive alone.

Another contraction came and you had to hold a kitchen counter as hard as you possibly could if you didn't want to fall.

- SHIT. FUCK. - weirdly, swearing helped a little, but when the pain retreated for a moment, you quickly dialed Bradley, because you knew that he had a day off. Since the memorable dinner, you two became much closer, and you treated him now as if he was your younger brother. That's why you sighed with relief when he finally answered. - Where are you...? - you were out of breath and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

- I'm actually on my way to you, I'll be there in like two minutes.

- Oh thank gods... You'll have to take me to the hospital, so don't even bother coming in. I'll be waiting outside... - you've said. Bag. There was an emergency bag prepared just for this occasion and you took it with you.

- Is everything ok? - you only groaned in response, because another contraction came.

- I'm... I think the labor started. - you've said through gritted teeth.

- Oh shit, it's early! - he sounded a bit panicked. - I'm pulling in... - he said when you were locking the door behind you. - I'm here, I'm here! - he run out of the car and was near you in less than a second, taking the bag from you, and offering you his arm, so the walk to the car would be easier. - How do you feel? - you only shot daggers from your eyes at him in response. - Not talkative today, got it. - he helped you get into the front seat and pushed it as far back as he could, while you disconnected the call between you two, and immediately called 911. - What are you...? - another killer look from you shut him up really quickly.

- Hello, My name is y/n Kazansky and I'm in labor. I will be in a blue Ford Bronco riding to St. Barts from the south, most likely over the speed limit. I don't know the exact route, but I would really appreciate not being... FFFFFFUUUUCKKKKKKKK!!!!! - you screamed while Bradley started the car and pulled out of your driveway. - Sorry about that. Contraction. I know it's not conventional, but we would really appreciate not being stopped or chased. - you saw the surprise on your temporary driver's face when he immediately started speeding up.

- I don't have any patrols in the area, but I'll relay the message. Wait... There is a firetruck coming down from the highway, I can ask them to escort you to the hospital. - the lady on the other end of the call was extremely helpful already.

- Yes! Thank you very much! - you tried to breathe as calmly as possible and not push yet, considering that your water didn't break.

- I will also let St. Barts know that you'll be coming, so the team will be ready for you. How far apart are your contractions? - she was surprisingly calm, but that must have come with the job; after all you couldn't just lose your temper answering the emergency calls.

- You're an angel. They started maybe two hours ago and are now 4-5 minutes apart. - you sighed with relief, while Bradley swirled harshly to the left.

- Just here to help, ma'am. Can you tell me how dilated you are?

- I can't exactly see and I'm not gonna ask the driver to look under my dress now... I'd rather just get there as soon as possible. I see the firetruck! - you exclaimed happily.

- That's good, I just got the confirmation that they noticed you too, so it shouldn't be too long until you'll be with your doctors. - she remained calm till the end.

- Thank you so much, really. I'm gonna hang up now because I have to call my husband and tell him what's going on. Thank you again.

- Happy to help, ma'am. Good luck! - you laughed in response and finally ended the call when the firetruck in front of you turned it's sirens on.

- I didn't know you could do that with emergency numbers... - Bradley mumbled under his breath, still in panic mode. - But good thinking! - you could only grab something and scream because another contraction came and almost knocked you out. - I'm so glad I won't have to give birth... - he realized what he said as soon as the words left his mouth. - No, no, no, no! I didn't mean it like that! I'll shut up now! - if looks could kill, you'd be currently in a car accident, because Bradley would have died behind the wheel.

You finally collected yourself enough to dial your husband's number and put your phone on speaker. And there was signal after signal; he wasn't answering. So you tried again. And again. Until you arrived at the hospital. Bradley jumped out of the car and helped moved you to a wheelchair, while your oby-gyn was checking how dilated you were.

- Thank you, guys! - you shouted at the firemen, who helped you get to the hospital in record time. Some of them waved at you, and a few gave you thumbs-up. - Hi doctor Montgomery! - you said when her hands were finally away from your... nether regions.

- Hi, y/n... I guess we're doing this early. Is Tom coming in? - she gave you a soft smile and took the latex glove off, while a nurse started wheeling you into the building.

- Bradley, grab my bag when you'll park the car! I'm in good hands! - you shouted behind you. Everything was happening so quickly that you had trouble processing what exactly was happening. - Honestly, doc... I don't know. He's doing... WAIT! - the nurse stopped immediately, and your doctor looked at you confused as you dialed another number on your phone. Someone crazy and maniacal enough to actually do what you'll ask. In the meantime, you pointed at the television in the waiting room, where your husband was currently speaking about the latest navy investment, 16 new choppers.

- MAV! You have no idea how happy I am you answered. How far you're from Tommy? - you asked; the nurse wanted to start moving again, but you swatted at his hand.

- I'm right there, why?

- Give him your fucking phone. Now.

- Now? He's on live TV... - he said cautiously.

- I know, I can see that. Do you honestly think that I would have asked if it wasn't imfuckING SHIT.... - another contraction came, and you felt your water finally breaking. Doctor Montgomery dove under your dress once again.

- Y/n, we have to move to a birthing room, you're 6cm dilated! - her voice told you there was no room for a discussion, and yet you still tried.

- One sec, doc! I promise! I'll be good, just let me tell him I'm in labor. - you saw Maverick showing up on the TV, whispering something in Tom's ear, away from the camera, and passing him the phone. - Tom! You got to come to St. Barts now if you don't want to miss the birth of our daughter. - you could see his face dropping on TV.

- Are you...? - he stuttered a bit, but you couldn't even savor this moment of him not being fully composed.

- I'm fine, Bradley drove me, my water broke, I'm 6cm dilated, and it's happening. Like right now. Little Ms. Kazansky decided to follow her dad's mantra that being early is on time, and on time is late. So get your ass here as soon as possible. - you were speaking faster than you thought possible, and yet he didn't have trouble understanding you.

- I apologize, there is an emergency. - you heard on the phone, and his lips followed with a slight delay on TV. You saw him taking off the mic, grabbing Mav by the elbow, and running toward the newest investment. You managed to catch the last sight of them actually entering one of the choppers before the view changed to someone in the studio. - I'll be there. - he said. - And now be good to doctor Montgomery. - you only laughed in response. - I'm hanging up now, because we're getting up in the air. I love you. - you couldn't help but smile.

- I love you too! - and now officially you could focus only on your labor. - You saw that dr. Montgomery? - you grinned, and the nurse started moving your wheelchair toward a birthing room again.

- I did! And if I'm being completely honest, that was impressive. Although I can't help but wonder where he'll land. - you laughed through pain. - Ok, let's get you out of that dress and into a gown... - she helped you get up and undress, and was ready with a hospital gown. She also helped you onto the bed.

- He's a fucking COMPACFLT, he'll figure something out. - you laughed, when you were finally in the correct position, while the nurses were attaching all EKGs and other stuff to you. - Sorry for the swearing, it actually helps with pain... - you mumbled, and leaned on the raised part of the beb. - I guess it's already too late for the epidural. - you savored those couple of minutes without any contractions.

- Unfortunately, yes. - dr. Montgomery put a drop of gel on your stomach and put a USG wand to it. She went silent for a moment, but eventually, she smiled. - Ok, everything looks perfect. She's in a perfect position, the umbilical cord is visible and out of the way, her heart rate is normal, and you're officially 7.5cm dilated. It looks like it's gonna be a quick one. - she explained and moved the USG machine out of the way. - Are you ready to do this...? - you heard a commotion outside of the room and Bradley's panicked and angry voice came through the closed door.

- You better let him in, because he honestly might break the door. - you laughed, avoiding replying to her question because you didn't want to start without your husband.

One of the nurses opened the door and Bradley almost fell to the floor.

- Y/N! Are you ok, what's going on? - he was holding your hand in an instant, but he chose a poor moment because another contraction hit you, and you couldn't help but squeeze your hands around his forearm as hard as you could. He let out a quiet squeal, but nothing more.

- I'm in labor. Without my husband next to me. That's what's going on! - you've said through gritted teeth.

- Y/N, she's crowning, you have to start pushing soon... - dr. Montgomery was serious, and yet your stubbornness wanted to fight her so badly. That was until you heard a chopper nearing the hospital.

- That's Ice and Mav, go get them! - you slapped Bradley's shoulder, and he followed your orders without even thinking of stopping and asking from where exactly he should get them. But that wasn't your problem now, because there was another contraction, and you really felt the need to push, but you did everything in your power not to... Just a few more minutes...

- Y/N, I'm serious, if you won't start pushing soon, you'll be putting your daughter in danger... - you looked at her worryingly and you clenched your jaw.

- He's gonna be here any second now... - you wanted to cry because you had a plan. And it just shattered to pieces. But you still were holding desperately to the most important part of it, and you just couldn't let it go. Not yet.

- I know, sweetie, I know... But when the next contraction comes, I really need you to push as hard as you can, ok? I'll let you know when that will be, but please be ready, ok...? - her tone of voice was kind and soft, and you finally nodded. - Great. I'm here for you, and Tom will be here before she'll be out, I can promise you that. - you smiled a bit and dried your forehead with your wrist.

- Ok. - you exhaled when the door to your birthing room slammed open and you saw Tom, who was currently more than out of breath and red in the face. You didn't even see Mav and Bradley behind him, completely focused on your husband, who basically teleported to your side.

- Contraction is coming... Are you ready...? - dr. Montgomery asked and you nodded, pulling your husband's arm close to your chest and holding it tightly, almost like a teddy bear. - Hi Tom. - she welcomed your husband but shushed the other two men from the room. It was a miracle that when the next contraction came, you didn't crush Tom's arm.

- Good, good! You're doing amazing! - the doctor smiled while checking the situation. - I can actually see the top of her ears now! Tom, if you want to, you can get behind Y/n on the bed, like we practiced. - you sighed heavily, too tired and in too much pain for expressing complicated emotions.

- I love you... - you whispered when Ice was behind you, and you leaned into his strong body, which relaxed you almost immediately; muscle memory working faster than your brain could. - And I'm really glad that you made it.

- I love you too... And we'll talk about everything later because Bradley mentioned something about a firetruck. - he chuckled and you couldn't help but join.

- Another contraction guys, be ready... - dr. Montgomery said, and Tom wrapped his arms around you and intertwined your fingers together, so you would have something to hold onto.

This time you cried because it was just too much... Your scream full of pain echoed in the small room, and you felt your husband's lips on your neck, which surprisingly helped. You leaned more into him, actively pressing against him with your whole body and you could feel his muscles tensing. You knew he was whispering something to your ear, but you were in too much pain to actually process what he was saying.

- And we have the head! - you couldn't help but laugh through tears because you knew the worst part was still ahead of you. The good thing was, that everything was happening so fast, your brain didn't have time to properly catch up to was happening, because you were still in managing the crisis mode. - Another contraction coming! - why the hell they were so close together!? And why the hell you didn't realize earlier that you needed to go to the hospital? You'd be all nice and numb, but instead, you were digging your nails deep into your husband's skin.

You didn't know where one scream ended, and another began because everything started blending together. There was a moment when you felt something cold being pressed to your forehead, and another to your lips, but you weren't sure who or why did that. It did help a little though.

- Ok, sweetie, one last time, the shoulders are almost out! - the promise in dr. Montgomery’s voice brought you down for just enough to focus on that one last push, and after the massive amount of pressure, there was almost an instant relief, and you heard your baby girl cry, which instantly made you sob. You could also feel Ice shaking behind you. - Tom, do you want to get here and cut the cord? - you turned your head to look at him, and you could just tell that he didn't want to leave you alone even for a second.

- Doc...? I know we talked about it being 20-30 minutes, but I feel the need to push... Like NOW.

- Oh! Then push! Now! Is everyone ok with me cutting the cord? - both you and your husband nodded, and you started pushing again. This time it took less than a minute and your placenta landed in the intern's hands, while dr Montgomery was checking and measuring your daughter. - Damn, that was quick! I'm a little bit jealous, not gonna lie! - she came back and put your baby girl in your arms. - She's perfect, all fingers and toes present, she's 48cm tall and she weighs 3.1kg. Lungs are fully developed and everything else looks good. I would still like to run a few more tests later, just because she's here 2 weeks early, but in my professional opinion - she's gonna be perfect. - You were registering what she was saying, but your whole focus was on this beautiful baby girl in your arms. She wasn't crying anymore, just looking at you with beautiful silver eyes. You knew there was a chance that this color would change over the next couple of months, but they could also stay the same since they were almost a perfect copy of Tom's eyes.

- Hi... - you said softly, and gently touched her nose with your finger and she fussed a bit. - It's nice to finally see you face to face... - you whispered again, completely ignoring the nurses who were currently cleaning you up because it simply didn't matter.

- She's perfect... And you were amazing.... - Ice whispered directly into your ear, looking over your shoulder at your daughter. - She's so tiny... - he added and gently cupped her head

- Oh, she'll grow... - you couldn't help but laugh. Considering how tall Tom was compared to you, you were genuinely surprised that she wasn't bigger.

- Did you come up with a name...? - dr Montgomery asked while she was filling up your file, and you looked at your husband and smiled.

- Yes, yes we did... Astrea... - he said and hugged you just a bit tighter, and placed a small kiss on the top of your head.

- That's a very beautiful name... Now I know we talked about it in detail, but I'm just gonna repeat it one more time... Try to feed her in the next hour, and try to get as much sleep as possible. How is your pain? - dr. Montgomery asked while she finished your paperwork.

- It's... manageable, at least with all the endorphins... - you replied, still lost in your daughter's eyes.

- I'm going to prescribe you something for it, and the nurse should be here any moment to help you with everything. I'm gonna go now, but I will be checking on you. And if you'll need anything else, just ask the nurses to page me, all right? - she smiled at you and nodded. - Are you ok with visitors? - you nodded again, gently cleaning your baby's head and face with a towel. You knew it was best to wait with a bath for at least a day, but that didn't mean she would have to be covered with amniotic fluid for that time. She was so quiet and so well-behaved. She didn't cry, just moved her arms a little, and just looked at everything around the room with those beautiful silver eyes.

- Do you need anything, dove? - Tom asked from behind you, also completely enamored with this little creature in your arms. He just couldn't fathom how such a perfect little thing was his daughter.

- Just... Stay there, ok...? - you leaned into him more, and allowed your head to rest on his shoulder. You were sticky from sweat and tears, but none of you cared.

- I'm not going anywhere... - he laughed quietly, and you hummed feeling the familiar vibrations behind you, and they did wonders in making you feel safe. He gently moved your hair from your face, and you melted into his cold hand.

- Hey guyyysssss... - Bradley whispered, a bit afraid that if he said something louder, he might scare the baby.

- Hi... - you replied and beckoned both of them closer. - Meet Astrea... - you couldn't stop smiling when you put her head a bit higher, so they could see her better.

- Hi Astrea... - Bradshaw's voice was still barely a whisper - It's a pleasure to meet you...

- Actually... We have something to ask you, kid... - Ice said, while the younger man still couldn't take his eyes off your daughter. You talked about it in detail over the last month and agreed on that; you just didn't expect that would ask about it so quickly. - We would like you to be her godfather...

- Hmmm? - he hasn't processed the request yet, still completely focused on Astrea. It was fun to watch his face catching up to his thoughts. - Are you serious? - he finally looked at you, still convinced that it might have been a joke.

- We're serious. - you replied and gently squeezed his forearm. - We figured that Mav already will have his hands full with you, and considering what huge help you were during this last month, we know we can trust you, and that's what's most important. - you smiled at him and only now you noticed tears gathering in his eyes.

- Yes! Of course, I will be her godfather! - he finally raised his voice above a whisper, and Astrea immediately looked at him with her piercing eyes.

- Then it's settled... uncle Bradley... - only now you noticed that Mav also had trouble keeping his face straight.

Since that memorable dinner, you had a serious, almost 4h talk about this whole situation, and - if you were completely honest - you felt more like a therapist than a friend... And there were moments when he wasn't treating you seriously, because how could you understand such complicated circumstance. He wasn't entirely wrong... But fortunately in the end everything was dissected, and discussed, and you two made peace about your intervention.

- Whoa, a lot of people! Is mama ok with that? - the nurse came in and was instantly the focus of the room.

- More than ok, thank you. They're family. - you smiled at Mav, while he tried to discretely wipe the tears that gathered in his eyes. He hasn't said a word since he came in, and if you knew that seeing a baby would finally shut him up, you might have gotten one earlier.

- Ok then. - she replied with a giant smile on her face. - How do you feel about a shower, dear? - she asked, and you honestly couldn't think of a better proposition.

- I'd love that... Ice, do you want to take her...? - you asked, but you already knew the answer. Of course, he would. And he did without batting an eye, finally holding his daughter for the first time in his arms. The nurse helped you stand up and only now you realized how much everything hurt, and that there was fluid running down your legs. - Bradley, my bag? - you asked and he pointed at the armchair, where your purple bag was.

- Are ok to take the shower alone, or would you like some help...? - the nurse asked, and you were far past any shame.

- Help would be great, thank you, because there is no chance I'm gonna reach everything. Also, doctor Montgomery was supposed to prescribe me something for pain...? - you've mentioned because you were slowly coming down from that high of endorphins that pushed you through the whole labor.

- I know dear, everything is ready. But in my opinion, it would be better if we waited with the IV after showering. Will you be able to wait till then? - you nodded, while you were taking your towel, toiletries, and your personal gown from the bag. - Ok, dad... Off the birthing bed, we're going to wheel it out and bring the regular one, with everything fresh. - the nurse offered you her arm for stabilization while she was bossing everyone else around, and as if she willed it into existence, two younger nurses came into the room and started quickly cleaning all the mess from the labor.

Before you entered the bathroom, you took one last look at your husband, in full uniform, now standing up and holding your daughter who looked tiny in his arms; you could have sworn that she was much bigger half an hour ago... Ice looked at you with a huge smile on his face and mouthed a short, soundless "I love you".

#my writing #TW: labor #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #🖤#Pete Mitchell fanfiction #Bradley Bradshaw fanfiction

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nyx-aira · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was thinking of a young Agatha Harkness x reader fic//one shot where after her fight with the coven, Agatha finds a cottage in the woods to wait out the aftermath, but it turns out reader lives there? I love your work btw!

End my suffering

Requested by @booklovinbi and @midnight-lestrange

Request #2: Hey, can you please do where y/n has kinda the same powers as Wanda, but her color is blue, and she has a fight with Agatha (for who she has feelings, because they were getting close/same for Agatha) During the fight y/n loses and maybe gets seriously injured and waits Agatha to kill her, but instead Agatha kneels and carry her back home, where she takes care of y/n. In the end Agatha kisses y/n and then Agatha is ready to leave but y/n takes her hand and pulls closer for the kiss. Could you write it?

Summary: Agatha is accused of breaking the rules of the coven. As things spiral out of control she injures you badly. What is she going to do now?

A/N: I mixed your requests, I hope that was alright. I didn't follow them exactly but I still hope you like them. Also thank you so much for 200 followers guys, you're amazing.

TW!: Angst, mention of violence, brief mention of blood, brief description of injuries (let me know if I need to add anything)

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @booklovinbi @mysticfalls01 @adorkwithaplan

The coven had been your home as long as you could remember, growing up there and learning magic as the town folk had cast you out after they killed your mother, falsely accused of witchcraft, it was quite ironic if you thought about it, sending the one away that was actually a witch. You owed the coven your life and you were endlessly grateful for that, loyal until death.

That's why you didn't question it when you were told to meet up by the waterfalls at midnight. Waiting with your sisters you heard her before you could even see her, pleading with the witches dragging her through the forest, fear clearly visible on her face, Agatha. She was brought onto the platform and bound to the stake, magic bonds restricting her movements. Struggling she looked around, scared, terrified. You hid your face under your hood, averting your gaze, you didn't like this but you had faith in the head witch, believing there must be a good reason for this.

And so the trial began.

"Agatha Harkness, are you a witch"

"Yes I am a witch."

She still struggled against her bonds, fear visible on her face but there was something in her voice, something that made your skin crawl and hands shake.

"Yet you have betrayed your coven."

You gasped at that, growing angry, how dare she betrayed your sisterhood. Revealing yourselves you caught her gaze, shock and hurt crossing her features as she recognised you but you only sent her an icy glare.

"I have not."

"You stole knowledge above your age and station, you practiced the darkest of magic."

"I know..I know nothing of these crimes."

She was becoming desperate, you could hear it in her voice, pleading with the head witch for her to believe her.

"I..I swear it."

"Enough deception!"

At these words Agathas demeanour changed, she stopped struggling against her bonds, straightening up to her full height, all the fear gone from her face, replaced with something you could only identify as pride.

"I did not break your rules. They simply bent to my power."

At this she smirked, watching with delight as the faces of your sisters fell in shock, bathing in the feeling of recognition and fear. You stared at her, unbelieving of what she just said. You knew Agatha, you knew her very well, she was power-hungry and malicious but you could have never fathomed that she'd ever do something like this. Seeing your shocked expression she straightened up a little bit more, the mischievous glint in her eyes glowing brighter.

With a nod of the head witch your sisters began chanting, slowly at first, growing louder every second.

Agathas confident smirk vanished at that, getting replaced by tremendous fear as she realised what was about to happen.

"Wait.."

Her pleas were ignored as they continued the chant. Feeling the familiar rush of magic surge through your body you focused on the task at hand, ignoring the little voice in your head that told you to stop, not wanting Agatha to get hurt.

"No. I can’t control it! I..."

The chanting grew louder, drowning out the desperate cries of the chained witch.

"If only you would teach me! Help me! Please!"

Agatha tried to catch your eyes, you could feel her staring at you, her desperate cries making your heart clench in doubt, a single tear running down your face. Your feelings threatening to break your concentration you pushed them away, ignoring the pain it brought you.

"Mother, please."

You looked up at these words. Mother. You didn't know that. Hadn't been aware that Agatha was the daughter of the head witch. Dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach, you knew how this was gonna end and you found it hard enough already to even think about it. But Agatha was her daughter....

"Please! Mother!"

Ignoring the desperate cries of her daughter the head witch join in the chant. Horror manifested on Agathas face, screaming for help, pleading, but nobody listened to her. It dawned to her that this was the end, she was gonna die.

"No!"

A guttural scream tore itself from her body as she was blasted with the spell. Screaming her lungs out, her cries so loud they must be heard from miles away, her body shaking under the force of the energy, knees buckling, only the chains holding her in place.

Tears streaming down your face as you continued to focus your energy on the screaming witch, the sounds of her agony making you sick, you never wanted this. But your loyalty was to the coven, no matter how hard it made your heart ache and break in two.

You realised something was wrong when you saw the frightened look on her mother's face.

Agatha grunted, her pained screams turning into something else, the blue energy turning purple, capturing you and your sisters, holding you in place. Agatha looked around, seemingly surprised at the new development, her face changing from agony into something more sinister, something more Agatha.

You felt her magic hit you as you screamed out in pain, falling to the ground, ending the chant in an instant. You robbed away on your knees, coughing and panting, your whole body felt like it was burning and you had trouble breathing, everything becoming a blurry mess.

You couldn't see what was happening but judging by the pained screams of your sisters and the dark magic in the air it wasn't good. You groaned, getting up to your knees, a scream getting stuck in your throat when you looked into the dead face of one of your sisters, her lifeless corpse laying in front of you. Scared you looked around to see all of them dead, turned into corpses, no more than rotten flesh and bones.

Your head whipped around when you heard another scream. Looking at the scene that played in front of you, you saw mother and daughter facing each other.

Agatha was getting burned by her own mother. The head witch flying high in the air, focusing all of her energy on Agatha, trying to kill her. But it wasn't working, the blue energy turned purple, the head witch grunting as she started to crumble, turning older until her corpse hit the floor, the lifeless body dropping down not far from you.

You watched as Agatha looked at her hands, seemingly surprised by the sheer power of her magic. Shrugging it of she grasped the end of her dress as she ascended the stairs of the podium, looking like the dark goddess she was.

You held your breath as she crouched down in front of her mother, taking the brooch from her neck and pocketing it. She got up to leave when she caught a glimpse of you, still moving, alive. Her face darkening she marched towards you, hands igniting with purple magic, eyes pitch black and full of hatred, she was angry.

Your eyes widened in horror as she stalked towards you, frantically trying to get up. Your head was pounding, everything was spinning and you just felt sick. You're whole body burning like it was on fire but at the same time shivers rocked your limbs, making it impossible to move, not taking your trobbing leg and hurting ribs into consideration. It was quite possible that you had broken a couple of bones when you were slammed against the tree. Your head was starting to ring as you tried to stay conscious, the pain intensifying, you felt like you were burning on the inside, your body aflame.

In an weak attempt to protect yourself you tried to bring up an energy field, a spike of agony shooting through you as you tried. It felt like you were being ripped apart, your magic attacking you, hurting you. A feral scream tore itself from your throat, tears blurring your vision even more, feeling something drip down your nose you realised it was blood. The torturous sensation continued to move through your body, stealing your breath, making you feel like your organs were torn apart.

Black spots started to appear on your vision and you dug your nails into your thighs, trying to stay awake, trying to distract yourself from the hell you were going through. It wasn't working, the pain becoming too much you let out another strangled gasp, forcing some air into your lungs, everything was on fire, your body burning from within.

You didn't realised you were crying, tears mixing with the blood on your face, you couldn't take it anymore.

You heard footsteps move in your direction. In your pained agony you somehow managed to open your eyes, recognising the familiar silhouette of Agatha and her purple magic.

You stared at her for a long time, laying bloodied and bruised on the ground, dying. You took all of your strength to say the next words, feeling like knives slit your throat as you did.

"Please...just end my suffering..please.."

You pleaded with the other witch, your voice nothing more than a whisper, bringing you immense pain just from speaking. You wanted it to end, you couldn't take it anymore. Waiting for Agatha to bring you mercy you didn't realise she was crying, crouching in front of your broken body, not knowing what to do.

She had hurt you, she had done this to you, it dawned to her. Horror prominent on her face, this was her doing. Agatha let out a wrenched sob, clutching her chest, this was her fault, she had hurt you, had cursed you.

And now you were so scared of her that you were pleading with her to kill you, seeing it as the only option.

In your fragile state you realised that she was moving towards you, expecting the final blow you shut your eyes, praying that your pain would end.

Instead you felt gentle fingers on your forehead, soothing your pain and caressing your face. You instinctively leaned into the touch, seeking the feeling of calmness and peace that emitted from Agatha. She carefully turned you around, pulling your head in her lap, laying her hands on your chest she began chanting a spell you weren't familiar with, purple glow surrounding both of you, a familiar feeling surging through your body. The pain became less prominent, the feeling of burning up inside turning more into a fever than actually hurting you. Your head cleared up as well, still fuzzy but you could form a coherent thought again without screaming in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity the purple glow faded, leaving you exhausted, tired and still in a lot of pain, groaning as you felt your definitely broken ribs.

Agatha laid a soothing hand on your cheek, whispering comforting words as she shifted her position, a jolt of pain moving through your body at that. She apologised immediately and in your hallucinating state you could have sworn she pressed a short kiss on your cheek.

Gently hoisting you up she picked you up bridal style, whining at the movement your head lolled to the side, burying it in her neck.

The last thing you remembered was Agatha tightening her hold on you and the rush of wind, then everything went black pulling you into blissful nothingness.

When you woke up everything hurt, your head was ringing, your chest was hurting and you were sore, everywhere. You groaned, trying to sit up but a gentle hand pressed you back down, the scent of lavender and magnolia hitting your nose. You abruptly open your eyes, staring at Agatha who sat perched on the edge of your bed, still holding your hand, a concerned look on her face. You looked up at her in panic and saw silent tears running down her cheeks, her lip quivering.

"I'm so sorry angel."

You wanted to answer her but your voice was raspy and it just hurt using it, in fact everything hurt, making you feel tired and exhausted.

Agatha passed you a glass of water, gently holding your head as you greedily gulped down the liquid, spilling a little bit on the covers. She placed the glass back on the nightstand and checked your head for your fever, sighing in relief as it had gone down significantly the last couple hours.

Starting to shift in bed you let out a horrified gasp as you saw your body. You were only wearing a long linen top and the sight that greeted you was horrifying. Your whole torso was covered in cuts and bruised, bandages wrapped around your chest and left leg, your skin a mix between blues and purples.

"I tried to heal as much damage as I could, love, you have to believe me but even my magic has its limits, I'm so so sorry."

You could hear the sadness in her voice, the guilt and the pain at seeing you like that. Agatha was devastated and she didn't try to hide it.

The next days passed in a similar manner. Agatha taking care of you, making you food, reminding you to drink and changing your bandages. You still didn't know where you were or how exactly you got there but as you could barely move from the bed you decided that answering these questions could wait.

You were still very weak, dizzy spells hitting you out of nowhere and your limbs still sore. You were tired all the time, spending most of the day either sleeping or somewhere between conscious and the alluring darkness that sometimes threatened to overcome you.

Agatha was at your side most of the time, not comfortable with leaving you alone since you had passed out on day three, giving her a major scare. She would often sit by your side, reading some kind of spell book or practicing some easy spells. Her presence had a calming effect on you, her magic pulsing through the air and sparks of it landing on your skin. It felt different than before, darker, more powerful but not with an ill intent behind it. It was more of an old friend, welcome you back, it was alive and dangerous and you found yourself more often than not captivated by the powerful witch next to you, weaving spells through the air, her dark magic singing to you.

Your magic had changed as well, what had been blue energy before was now orange with a hint of pink. You didn't understand it, neither did Agatha but something had happened, something had changed inside of you, inside both of you and it was showing.

It was another stormy afternoon, rain hitting the windows and wind howling outside. You were feeling better now, able to walk around the cabin which was located in a part of the forest you've never been before. You're broken bones had been healed completely, curtsey of Agatha who had been going through all the spell books available to find the right healing potion. The dizzy spells were gone as well but the darkness lurking in the corner of your mind, luring you to follow it was still there, still prominent and it was tempting. Your magic did not return to its original colour, it also changed in its appearance, more of glowing whisps than the crackling blue energy it was before. You also felt different, more aware, more awake and most importantly, you could feel Agatha. Her emotions and feelings, tickling the corners of your mind. She was a mess. Guilt and sadness still dominant, feeling responsible for you. There was also something else, something you couldn't decipher but it left you feeling lighthearted and giddy.

You were sitting by the window seat reading one of Agatha’s spell books, more complicated than any spell book the coven had ever allowed you to read, you found out that you liked Agatha’s method of learning way better. Trying out a new spell the coral mist weaved around your hands, turning into an energy ball and then back into the unassuming whisps that always followed you around. You couldn't stop it and Agatha didn’t know why either. You figured you didn't mind, it was as if your magic was protecting you, always following you around if the need to defend yourself should arise. Putting the book back on the shelf you looked around your little cabin, it had become your home in the last few weeks, deeply hidden in the forest, surrounded by so many protecting spells you had lost count. You liked it here, the quiet of the forest and the closeness to nature, it was peaceful.

Agatha was out collecting some herbs and flowers, you had offered to go with her but she was still fussing over you, always making sure you were okay, having her hands on your body in any way, shape or form. Holding your hand while you were sitting together and reading, sitting close to you when you were having lunch, her leg brushing up against yours, an arm around you if you were taking a small walk, almost as if she'd expect you to fade out of existence this very moment. You didn't mind if you were being honest, you liked the way she cared about you, like she genuinely cared for you. It made you feel all fluttery and giddy but you dismissed the feeling as just being happy you weren't alone.

Roaming around the cabin you searched for something to pass the time as you waited for Agatha to return. Settling for reading some poetry you walked back to the window seat, tucking your feet unter your body you started reading, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the windows as the rain started to get heavier.

You didn't hear the door open or Agatha stepping inside, too focused on your poems. That's why you let out a shrill shriek as you felt her cold hands on your neck. You whipped your head around to see her smiling down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You both started laughing and had to take a moment to calm down again.

Wiping tears out of your eyes you looked at her, the rain had made her hair somewhat curly, a rosy tint to her cheeks from the cold outside, her hooded cape hiding most of her dress and corset. You found yourself lost in her baby blue eyes, the colour reminding you of the stormy sea and the rainy sky, you were mesmerised by her beauty. Shaking your head you came back to reality, Agatha looking at you with the same look she had on her face every time she looked at you. There was this feeling again, the feeling you couldn't decipher, not even with your newfound powers.

"What are we making for dinner today?"

Your voice seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and she took of her cape, placing the basket with flowers and herbs on the counter. She had also brought some vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin. You've always had a green thumb and magic didn't limit you to seasonal vegetables and berries which was useful if you were living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Walking over to the fireplace you looked at what you had to work with, Agatha stepping right behind you, her hand draped around your waist.

"See something you can work with hun?"

The nickname made you blush as you sorted through your ingredients, seemed like today's dinner was gonna be vegetable soup and some of the bread you had made a couple days ago.

While Agatha was magically cutting vegetables you were hearing the fireplace, lighting it with a flick of your hand, the coral mist protecting your hands from the orange flames. Preparing dinner together you and Agatha whirled around the kitchen, the other witch always touching you in some way, whether that was her just "passing by" or needing something from behind you, brushing your hand when she passed you something. Her actions made you smile, the fluttery feeling returning to your stomach and you couldn't brush it of as easy anymore.

As you waited for the soup to finish you cleaned up the kitchen and Agatha set the table, moving plates and glasses through the air, the familiar feeling of her magic present. You felt two arms wrap around you waist and you gasped in surprise as you felt her warm body pressed against your.

"Take a seat dear, I'll handle the rest."

Ignoring your protests she stirred you to the table, pulling out a chair for you and making you sit down. She squeezed your hand and gave you a short kiss on the head, rubbing your arm as she continued to clean the kitchen, making a show out of it to make you laugh.

You were wheezing from her dance number with the broom, Agatha dramatically giving a bow in your direction and shooting you a not so subtle wink.

She brought over the tray with the soup and bread, the tray floating besides her as she gracefully took a seat, placing down the food in front of you.

She was telling you about her walk in the woods, how she had seen a baby fox and the beautiful flowers she found near a cliff. You were mesmerised by her voice, wanting to listen to her for hours, just hearing her talk made you feel at peace. Made you feel at home.

As the sun set the two of you moved to the living room, cuddling close to each other as the cold of the night started to set in. You both had your magic to keep you warm but this didn't stop you from laying your head on Agatha’s shoulder, shuffling closer to her side as she began to read out of your poetry book you had spent the afternoon with.

You felt yourself getting tired as she continued to read, burying your face in the crook of her neck, her fingers absently stroking your hair as she recited old poems about love and passion.

Agatha smiled down on your sleeping form as she put the book away, careful not to wake you. She looked at your relaxed face, a little smile on your lips. You were beautiful. She had always thought you were but with her strict mother and the coven she had always pushed these feelings aside, having had more important matters at hand. But now, now there was no denying that she had fallen for you, had fallen for you a long time ago. The last couple of weeks had shown her that, she loved waking up to you bustling around the cabin, always finding new things to do. She realised that she never wanted to live without you ever again. The reason why you were here reminding her that her perfect little world could easily be crushed. The images of you laying on the forest floor still haunting her dreams sometimes, making her want to climb into your bed and hold you close, never ever letting you go. She had sworn herself that she would protect you, no matter what she had to sacrifice for it.

Gently getting up from the couch she picked you up, carrying you to your shared room, carefully placing you on your bed, tucking you under the covers she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Getting up to go to her own bed she felt your hand grasp hers, looking at you she saw you half asleep looking up at her with a loving smile on your face.

"Stay please."

Your request caught her off guard but she quickly caught herself as she climbed under the covers, you body cuddling close to her the minute she did. Wrapping her arms around you she pulled you closer, savouring the feeling of your body so close to her. She felt you bury your head in her chest, mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like I love you, her heart starting to pound faster at these words. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears she closed her eyes, feeling happy and content as you fell asleep in her arms.

"I love you too angel, I love you too."

You woke to the sun shining through the window, grumbling you flicked your hand to draw the curtains when you heard a slight chuckle from behind you. Agatha. You remembered last night, how you had asked her to stay and how good it had felt to fall asleep in her arms, giving you the feeling of safety and home. You turned around to see her proped up on her elbow, a beautiful smile visible on her face.

"Good morning sweetheart."

"Have you been watching me all this time?"

Her cheeks started to turn a scarlet hue at your question. She nervously looked down at her hands, playing with little whisps of her magic.

"I didn't had the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully dear."

Now it was your turn to blush, your cheeks turning the colour of your magic that always surrounded you. It wavered around your hands, like the fog that surrounded your cabin in the mornings.

You looked at Agatha, messy hair framing her face, piercing blue eyes staring at you as if you were the single most important thing in the world, purple magic swirling around her hands. She looked like a goddess.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing your face, you looked up to see Agatha hovering over your body, holding your hand, your faces so close you could feel her hot breath. You gave a her a short nod and at that she closed the gap in between the two of you.

Your hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, her body flush on your. This kiss was everything you dreamed it would be and so much more. You felt like your nerves were on fire, the only thing you could feel was Agatha and her magic. It curled around you, making your skin tingle and cheeks flush, melting together with your own magic, intensifying the experience. You felt Agatha deepen the kiss and you let her, pouring all your emotions into it, never wanting it to end. You could feel every single emotion of the witch on top of you, happiness, adoration, joy, passion and love, so much love. You could feel her, feel her soul spark with joy as she finally had found you, finally had found the missing piece, her other half, her soulmate.

When you broke apart the room was basked in purple and coral light, your magic swirling around the room, connected with each other. You looked at Agatha who had a loving smile on her face. She pulled you up and you were basically pulled into her lap. Cradling your face you could see some tears in the corner of her eyes. Wiping them away she speaks, her voice not more than a whisper.

"Please tell me this is not a dream."

You shake your head and take her hands in yours, absently drawing small circles on them.

"No definitely not a dream."

At this Agatha smiles, crushing her lips on yours for another passionate kiss.

You knew the future wasn't gonna be easy but together you were unstoppable.

You had found your missing half, your soulmate.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #agatha harkness #agnes #agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader #angst #fluff

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imaginemcyt · 1 year ago

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i think he knows | 5

synopsis: part 5 of lover, a kit wisp x reader series.

tw: swearing

listen to: i think he knows by taylor swift

y/n really needed to stop agreeing to things like this, she knew that. but still, when tommy said with wiggly eyebrows that kit would be there, she agreed immediately. which he ended up teasing her for, of course.

so there she was, dressed in her two piece bathing suit, jeans, and a t-shirt, her hair up in a bun. she applied waterproof mascara and chapstick, throwing them both in her bag for use later.

it was march in brighton, and they would be going to a water park. was it their best idea? maybe not. but the place was rented, and they had a lot of friends who would be there, so it was going to be a good time.

the idea was simple. they bought out the park for the day, and they would spend the day riding water slides, swimming in pools, etc., but there was a twist. because there always was with tommy. one of their friends would be hunting them, with a goal of catching them all before the hour. if he succeeds, he gets the water park all to himself for the day.

honestly? it was going to be a blast. and there would be lots of people there for her to hang out with, it's not like she was going to be alone with kit all day. still, the nerves wouldn't subside.

on the train, she listened to lover, for reasons totally unrelated to kit. she was halfway through cornelia street when the train stopped and she began the walk there, finishing out the album. she pulled her jacket closer to herself.

when she got to her destination, everyone was there but him. in typical kit fashion, he was the last one, late by about ten minutes.

everyone filed in and got ready, then met up by one of the slides. tommy gave them a general rundown and then yelled, "go", cueing the official start to the video.

everything was fine at first, and y/n opted to run off with freddie and bill, joking around and swimming about as they pleased. at one point, however, she was awkwardly forced in a situation with kit. everyone had to get down a slide to avoid jacks, and tommy and freddie opted to share a tube, intentionally leaving y/n and kit to share one.

she knew it was intentional because of the wink tom not so subtly sent her, which she were sure kit noticed. thankfully, he didn't say anything. this kind of thing happened a few more times in the video.

one by one, players were dramatically "killed off", until it was only y/n, bill, and tom himself left standing. the plan was for tom to die first and the most dramatically, and bill to go looking for him. meanwhile, y/n would run for it, ending the video in an epic chase scene. that all went to plan, tom dying and bill immediately after. then it was her turn.

was it weird to be nervous for a staged chase scene in a glorified tag video? probably not, but y/n had several of her friends watching her do this, cheering her on, including kit.

she walked toward the pool that tom and bill had "died" in, slowing down and calling their names. bill's body floated toward the surface of the water, selling the "dead" effect, and y/n screamed for good measure. suddenly, jacks jumped out of the water and so the girl turned on her heel and ran. she stumbled a bit at first, which she was a little embarrassed about, but it would look good in the video.

she booked it, as fast as her legs could take her, her hair flying behind her, feet slapping the pavement she ran across. y/n was hyper aware of the "dead" players cheering her on, so she definitely noticed when they were screaming things at her. she turned to look, only to be met immediately with a sword to the gut.

the sword fell to the ground, but so did she. jacks had thrown the sword, and with deadly accuracy. he stalked toward y/n slowly. she crawled away dramatically like they do in movies, hoping to give tom the best footage possible.

before she knew it, jacks was standing above her with the sword he had picked up, holding it menacingly. y/n kicked her feet, trying her best to keep him off her as long as possible for content. it had to end sometime however, and it did when jacks stabbed her right in the air between the arm and her abdomen. her eyes widened and she let out a strangled gasp for the camera.

"y/n, no!" wisp screamed.

tommy let out a yell. "y/n!"

"stay with us, y/n!"

but it was too late. she'd been caught, and the game was over.

everybody shuffled toward the exit for the outro, bill patting y/n on the shoulder. they all stood in a line while jacks berated them for losing. the park would be his.

"i'm quite hungry, anyone else?" someone asked.

everyone agreed, leaving jacks in the park, and the video was over.

spirits were high after filming, the feeling of capturing a good, funny video would never be beat. ludwig and james laughed and pushed each other around, meanwhile tommy, freddie and bill gathered around jack's camera to look at the end footage he captured. kit walked up to y/n.

"hey, y/n, good job back there!"

the girl smiled, subconsciously tucking hair behind her ear. "thanks, kit. if i'm honest i was a little nervous to be the end of it all and like, the center of attention? but i think it went fine honestly."

"you were brilliant, you really sold the death thing," he laughed.

"thank you," she said again. "i really–"

she was abruptly cut off by loud smooching noises from freddie and exaggerating winking from tom. she felt her face go red, totally unbelieving that they would do this to her. she buried her face in her hands.

"that actually brings me to my next thing quite well."

oh, god. so he had noticed their behavior. or maybe he had noticed hers. she didn't know which was worse.

"i could definitely be reading this wrong, which i hope i'm not, but i think you might fancy me. and if that's the case, i'd love to maybe get to know you a bit better? if that's alright?"

y/n looked up from her hands, wide-eyed. did she hear that right?

"yeah! i– yeah, that would be okay. for sure." she stuttered out a reply, blushing profusely. he smiled, and y/n noticed that he too, had a slight blush on his face.

"would it be alright if i asked you for your phone number?" he asked. instead of attempting to speak again, she nodded profusely. he laughed and handed her his phone.

she added her number, making the contact name "y/n <3" and thinking about the possibilities of this new and exciting endeavor. she might not kill tom after all.

#mcyt #mcyts x reader #x reader #tommyinnit #kit wisp #kit wisp x reader #wispexe x reader #wispexe #lover series

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blossom-hwa · 3 years ago

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so I joined an ateez collab yesterday and was yelling to mai about a possible elemental kingdom au kind of like avatar but also not really anyway it doesn’t fucking matter mai was yelling back and now we have this. you have been warned

(I have bigger plans for seonghwa mostly because he’s the one I'm writing for this collab.............. seonghwa brainrot commence)

tagging: @applejongho @mangomingki @wingkkun because all of you need to see this SUFFER

anyway without further ado

ATEEZ ELEMENTAL KINGDOM AU OR WHATEVER IDK WHAT TO CALL THIS

tw: cursing

seonghwa

magma prince, born of an earth/water dalliance gone too far :/

lives in the water but is an outcast, so he’s forced to live on his own by the underwater volcanoes except when he has to come to the palace for ceremonies and such

doesn’t really manipulate water specifically but can control magma hence why I'm calling him a magma prince

he’s a prince because his mom was ocean royalty, anyway she disowned him so we don’t really care about her (fuck everyone who made seonghwa feel like an outcast :/)

has scales on parts of his body like the rest of the ocean dwellers because they descended from sea serpents, his range from black to deep royal blue which INFURIATES the court because those colors are the purest meant for ROYALTY like even his mom’s scales aren’t as deep/pure as seonghwa’s so ha in your FACE

except seonghwa isn’t a fan of the scales because it just makes him feel even more like he doesn’t belong in his own skin :///

friends with fire prince hongjoong and ocean prince san, both of whom are some of the few who treat seonghwa like an actual person and not just an outcast :/

takes very good care of the animals who live around the volcanic vents! a lot of the other ocean dwellers are scared of them because they look so different but seonghwa knows what it’s like to be an outcast so he keeps his little area as clean and welcoming as possible :)

it gets lonely around the volcanoes but honestly seonghwa prefers that over when he has to be at court for ceremonies n stuff. like yeah there might be water snakes around his place but they’re nothing compared to the snakes in the palace badum tss

hongjoong

fire prince of the dragon clan

there are two clans of the fire kingdom, one descended from dragons and the other descended from phoenixes, and they’re Rivals

dragon clan is allied with the ocean dwellers since sea serpents are related to dragons, phoenix clan is allied with the air dwellers because they all can fly n stuff

but anyway more on phoenix stuff in mingi’s part

has scales too, though his are more on the neck while seonghwa’s around around his ribs/waist, also they’re bright red/orange not blue

can produce and control dragon fire, which is destructive and primarily used for offense, so hongjoong’s been trained for an early age how to use it for max power/destruction

meets seonghwa on one of the few times hwa comes to the surface to chill in the sun and he’d just accidentally set fire to a small part of the beach and when he sees hwa he’s like HELP ME PUT THIS OUT

except hwa can’t control water he can only do magma so. yeah

san was nearby though and helped deal with it and later joong was like what the fuck kind of ocean dweller can’t control water and seonghwa was like. I'm half you dickwad

obviously they become friends after that. if they didn’t I'd give you permission to slap my face

but also after that hongjoong learns to keep a much tighter rein on his powers, like yes he’s being trained for destruction but he has masterful control over his abilities

could be considered a fire prodigy in all honesty

yunho

earth boy!! very powerful earth bender

can definitely do a lot of destruction with his powers but prefers to help things grow instead! talks to his garden and swears up and down that his plants grow bigger and taller when he does

good friends with both mingi of the phoenix clan and hongjoong of the dragon clan

earth dwellers aren’t allied with any side of the fire rivalry so they serve as the arbiters/judges when disputes come into place which is fair because earth is solid and stable and just (most of the time)

which is why yunho is able to balance this sort of friendship between the two boys :) does NOT meet with them together though that would be a recipe for disaster (not necessarily because of hongjoong/mingi themselves, they know how to behave, but the neurotic clan elders would throw a hissy fit)

runs a small restaurant in the capital that mostly caters to the working class, people always ask why yunho doesn’t try to do “more” with himself, that he’s wasted potential running a restaurant when he could potentially be a general or something in the army because of his earth bending prowess

but yunho doesn’t care, he’s happy where he is and he develops his bending as a way to protect and help himself and others, and from his friendship with hongjoong/mingi he’s pretty sure he wants to avoid clashing with earth royalty at all costs ksjndksjh

yeosang

air prince :) also he’s blond in this au you can’t change my mind

not particularly one of the strongest benders, but he’s very intelligent and wise which people value a little less than they should but yeosang doesn’t really care, he’s just going with it

imagine! yeosang in flows white robes!! floating on the wind!!!

yes air dwellers can fly sobs because they control the wind

and while yeosang isn’t necessarily the greatest at using his powers for fighting or whatever, he’s very good at flying and has a lot of fun with it along with air noble wooyoung

best friends with wooyoung by the way, no one really gets it because yeosang is quieter and doesn’t yell as much while wooyoung is the definition of Chaos

but wooyoung brings out the rowdy side in yeosang and their screams/yells echo in the air when they get together

a little wary of wooyoung’s friendship with san mostly because he’s a prince and understands the consequences of wooyoung, an air noble, being friends with the allies of their supposed enemy (water is allied with the dragon clan)

(maybe he’s a little jealous too)

but in the end it’s always still woo + yeosang against the world, floating in the sky and doing what they can for their people <3

san

WATER PRINCE WATER PRINCE WATER PRINCE

he’s actually the reason I birthed this au I couldn’t get ocean prince san out of my mind

flowy clothes and a crown of shells and pearls! likes shiny things and will trade with earth dweller merchants for new bits of crystal and jewelry!! tell me he isn’t a dream!!!

one of the beloved princes of the ocean, honestly probably the most loved because he’s so smiley and handsome and all around a very good boy until it’s his turn to perform the ceremonial dances and he turns into a demon

the brightest blue scales run up from his waist to his ribs, another one of the purest colors of royalty

uses his status to get away with being friends with seonghwa (aka people won’t yell at him if it’s obvious he disappeared for a while to the volcanic vents) but keeps their friendship kind of under wraps because hwa is afraid of retaliation when he has to visit the court :/

truly does not give a shit about hwa being half earth, if anything kind of envies it because he’s always curious to explore the volcanic trenches but as a normal ocean dweller the heat would be too much for him if he stayed too long

kinda scared of the animals near the trenches but he warms up to them after some periodic visits

friends with air noble wooyoung! even though it’s kind of (?) breaking alliances but neither of them really cares because they’re so much fun together :D

mingi

phoenix nobility, not quite a prince but close

phoenix fire has defensive and healing properties, so it can’t actually burn people but it can heal and protect from dragon fire/regular fire!

mingi is well-versed in the art of healing even though he’s a little clumsy sometimes :/ luckily phoenix fire doesn’t burn or there’d be major issues skjnsdkjh

can fly! phoenix descendants have a limited ability to fly, not as much as the air dwellers who can literally control the wind to help them, but it’s often enough to get them out of tight spots

only problem is mingi doesn’t like to fly very much skjndgjhn heights kinda suck

but when he does it’s fucking majestic, these orange flaming wings extending from his arms that clash beautifully with his red/orange hair

imagine seeing it at sunset oh my god that’s a dream

the phoenix and dragon clans are in negotiation with each other most of the time because ~hostilities~ but mingi doesn’t often participate in the direct talking because he’s better at working behind the scenes

ridiculously smart and likes to debate with yunho over things because seeing issues from a neutral perspective is very helpful and something mingi doesn’t think people do enough

what he’d really love to do is talk to hongjoong because an opposite perspective would be even better, but people don’t like that happening :/

secretly admires dragon fire because it’s so cool how dragon descendants can control so much destructive power with such ease

(he doesn’t know it but hongjoong admires phoenix fire just as much because god damn sometimes he wishes he was born to heal rather than destroy)

wooyoung

air noble!!!!! bitch if you thought I was making this man ANYTHING but an air dweller you do not know me

likes to watch the sunrise from his vantage point in the mountains :) sometimes wakes yeosang up to watch with him but only when he’s certain yeo won’t cut off a limb if he does skndjsgh

if yeosang is like the soft sea breeze against your face in the summer, wooyoung is the biting, almost playful nip of wind against your nose and cheeks in the winter

very playful! loves to make collect friends!!

can play the flute and absolutely 100% uses it to annoy said friends

you can often hear his screeching laughter and the yells of yeosang + others bouncing off the mountains skjdnsgk

is always on duty for patrolling the mountains because he’s one of the best at flying, but it’s fine because wooyoung enjoys being able to make his rounds and talk to people along the way

sometimes gets a little sidetracked with talking (and maybe eating the food people sometimes give him) but wooyoung is a lovable person no one can get mad at him for too long (which is a problem because he knows it)

thinks the rivalries between elements is dumb af, is literally friends with ocean prince san and earth dwellers 2ho and would like to make friends with mingi (yunho has mentioned him before) if he could just stop being in twenty places all at once

(mingi’s a busy guy wooyoung give him a break)

almost lost his shit when san told him he knew a magma controller, but hasn’t met seonghwa yet because hwa is shy and not very open to strangers

anyway I just think wooyoung air noble who has a personal mission to make as many inter-elemental friends as possible. shrugs

jongho

IF YOU TRY AND TELL ME THIS BOY ISN’T EARTH I WILL CLOCK YOU

earth boy and a prodigy at that! his bending is more advanced than some people twice his age

originally got stuck in training for the army because his bending was just that good, however he really hated having to use his powers solely for fighting so he left and became a blacksmith instead

why a blacksmith? here’s a secret

jongho can metalbend

which is why he sort of has this very good touch with metals and which types to use with which sorts of crafts

in very high demand for weapons like swords and such, but also makes jewelry and toys and pots and pans for regular day to day life

he also gets the “wasted potential” thing that yunho deals with a lot, but jongho has thick skin and those sorts of comments roll of his (broad) shoulders very quickly

LOATHES IT when generals and officials come to him with commissions and expect them to be done first and foremost like jongho doesn’t have around ten other projects hanging out in the background, but he just has to receive them with a smile

(maybe leaves a tiny unnoticeable dent in a general’s sword or something bc even if it’s unnoticeable, jongho knows it’s there and there’s some satisfaction in that)

friends with air noble wooyoung mostly because he is able to deal with woo’s bs, air prince yeosang is always asking for tips

meets yunho through wooyoung and 2ho strike up a nice friendship!

really just jongho stronk boy who can move the earth and will not hesitate to cause a subtle earthquake if some official gets uppity with him <3

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