#this man looks exhausted and 3 seconds away from breaking down in tears 24/7 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

Text

Part 3

Summary: You confront Sirius about his childish behavior, and some Slytherins happen to overhear your arguing.

Taglist:

@judayyyw @bannerbubble

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Note: As always let me know what you guys think!

=======================

“I can’t believe you,” I sneered once Sirius and I made it out to the hallway.

“What?” Sirius asked, obviously getting agitated with me.

“You’re a hypocrite that’s what you are Sirius!” I shouted at him, walking faster to get away from him.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Sirius shouted back at me.

“You and James pick and pick at Severus, and that’s exactly what your family does to you! And do you like it? No, you came to live with us!” I yelled, spinning around to face him once we got to a quieter space.

“That’s different Jags, and you know it.” Sirius whispered, looking at the ground.

“No it isn’t Sirius, it’s still bullying. You need to stop the childish nonsense. There is no reason you should be so cruel to Severus, he’s done nothing to you.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“He hangs out with bloody Mulciber and Avery, and you know what they’re apart of,” he whispered.

“Even if they are death eaters Sirius, it’s none of our business unless they actively hurt someone because of their influence.” I said angrily.

Someone cleared their throat, we turned to see who it was. Well, speaking of the devil himself. Mulicer and Avery, along with several other Slytherins stood in front of us.

“Relationship troubles Black?” Mulciber asked, walking past with a few fellow Slytherins.

“Wouldn’t be any of your business if I was Mulciber.” Sirius scoffed, pulling me with him to get away from them.

The group stepped in front of us, some of them going behind us. We were surrounded. I grabbed Sirius’s arm, clutching my wand that was in my robe pocket. These Slytherins were ruthless, it was rumored that they were death eaters. People who were following a dark wizard to wipe out muggle borns and half bloods. Sirius’s family was in the sacred circle, or his parents were anyway. This dark wizard only inviting blood supremacists to join him. I stood on the other side of Sirius so my back was to him, ready if the people behind us tried to attack.

“Going somewhere Black? Potter?” Avery asked, whipping his wand out.

“Are you that threatened by us Mulciber that you had to bring all your little friends?” Sirius taunted, no doubt making the situation worse.

“Sirius shut the hell up!” I gasped, watching as the boy in front of me pulled out his wand. I acted before he did, not letting him get the upper hand.

“Expelliarmus!” I yelled, flicking my wand.

The boy in front of me, Lucius Malfoy, snarled at me. He retrieved his wand before firing a nonverbal spell at me. I blocked it with ease, both of us firing spells back and forth. I could feel Sirius’s movements at my back, him and Avery in a duel while Mulciber sat and watched.

“Can’t even fight your own battles can you Mulciber!” Sirius laughed.

“Sirius are you trying to make things worse!” I yelled at him, but that split second I turned was the worst mistake I could have made.

“Crucio!” Lucius yelled.

“NO!” Sirius screamed.

I screamed loudly, the other Slytherins laughing at my pain. In that moment I was terrified, I was completely immobilized by the severe pain the spell had caused me. It felt like every bone in my body was breaking, I could feel each string of pain flowing down my body. I fell to the ground, twitching and convulsing from the pain. Lucius stood above me, his wand pointed at me. He had a sinister grin on his face, the image haunting.

I now knew why that spell was apart of the Unforgivable Curses. I wanted to curl into a ball and die right then and there, tears were pouring down my face. My head fell to the side, my eyes trying to make sense of my surroundings. I could hear shouting, but it sounded as if I were in a tunnel. The sounds echoing in my ears, a ringing sound drowning every word. Then Sirius appeared in front of me, his form blurry as I was on the verge of passing out.

“Jags! Can you hear me? Sweetheart can you hear me?” he asked, pushing some hair out of my face.

“P-Pads I-I...it hurts” I croaked, barely managing to get the words out.

“I know darling, I’m going to take you to your room ok? I’m going to carry you.” Sirius said, hoisting me up before I could protest. I grunted as he adjusted me in his arms.

“I-I-m s-sorry Siri,” I whispered, burying my face in his neck.

“What for love?” he asked quietly.

“What I said e-earlier, I like that you live with us..I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” I mumbled.

“I know my darling, I know.” he sighed.

========================

We got to the common room, the rest of our group already there. My brother jumping up from his spot beside Lily as soon as we walked in. Remus looking at me with concerned eyes, Peter’s eyes widened from his chair across from Remus.

“What the fuck happened?!” James demanded.

“What in the world?” Remus gasped.

“We were in a duel with Mulciber and Malfoy” Sirius grunted, setting me on the couch. Lily wrapped me in a blanket, grabbing some tea for Sirius and I.

“Sis, are you ok?” James asked, bending down to be in front of me.

“He used the Cruciatus curse on me James, Merlin’s beard I never want to go through that ever again.” I sobbed, Sirius setting on the arm of the couch by my head to stroke my hair.

“That son of a bitch!” James yelled, standing up and pacing to the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Lily asked, standing to her feet.

“I’m going to find him, and kill him.” James gritted through his teeth.

“James no please, I don’t want you to get hurt!” I cried, Sirius laid a kiss on the crown of my head before going towards my brother.

“Come on mate, I already took care of it. Don’t upset her even more.” Sirius spoke softly to James who was still breathing heavily.

“Prongs, you can’t just go out willy nilly, you have to think this through. If someone catches you-” Remus piped up from the table he was sitting at.

“That bastard hurt my sister!” he shouted.

“Yes James, but you can’t just go by yourself!” Lily exclaimed.

“Watch me Evans,” he sneered, walking through the portrait.

“James Potter don’t you dare!” Lily yelled, charging after him.

We could hear their bickering as they walked down the hall, all of us frozen in our spots. I rubbed at my temples, a headache starting to form from how exhausted I felt. I started to get up from the couch before Sirius stopped me.

“Woah now, take it easy Jagsy.” he said, taking hold of my arms when I almost toppled over.

“I’m fine, I think I’ll head off to bed now. I’m exhausted.” I mumbled.

“Goodnight Jagsy, glad to see you’re alright love.” Remus said, smiling at me.

“Night Moony,” I said, smiling back at him.

“Goodnight guys,” Peter said.

“I’ll see you all later,” Sirius said, starting to follow me.

“I’m ok Sirius, stop hovering over me.” I sighed, starting up the stairs to my room. I heard footsteps behind me, turning to see Sirius behind me. I gave him a quizzical look.

“I want to make sure you get in alright,” he said, catching up to where I was on the stairs.

“Pads,” I huffed.

“I’m not taking no for an answer Potter.” he said firmly, taking my hand as we walked to my room.

We made it to the room I shared with Lily, Sirius taking a seat on my bed. I gathered my pajamas, and other stuff I needed to get ready for bed. Sirius laying back on my bed, putting his hands behind his head.

“Making yourself comfortable eh Pads?” I laughed.

“Your bed is much comfier than mine love, I’m staying with you from now on.” he sighed, closing his eyes.

“I don’t know how Lil would feel about that.” I said hesitantly.

“So you wouldn’t mind me staying here if Evans didn’t room with you?” he asked, cracking a smile.

“Ok. I’m going to get ready for bed.” I said, embarrassed that I walked into that.

He laughed as I walked to the bathroom down the hall. I sat my stuff on the counter, taking a moment to process what happened today. I had never been in a duel that made me fear for my life. I could have died if Sirius hadn’t of been there with me. I thought about that war that’s upcoming, it disturbed me that people here at Hogwarts were joining the evil side. I shook my head, ridding myself of the thought, I got ready for bed. I walked back into my room, Sirius still laying on my bed. He had moved himself under the covers, his shirt laying on the floor.

“Are you spending the night Siri?” I chuckled, moving towards the bed.

“I’m so comfy I don’t want to get up.” he mumbled, reaching his arms out to me.

I snuggled close to him, burying my face in his neck. I inhaled his scent which calmed me more than my shower did. I was so in love with this man, I wished more than anything that he could be mine. I wish I could read his mind, see what goes on in that curly head of his.

“Sirius,” I whispered, pulling back to look at his handsome face.

“Yes darling?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at me.

“I was really scared today...I-If you hadn’t been with me-” I whimpered, tears resurfacing.

“Shhh now darling, it’s all over now. I won’t ever let anything like that happen to you again. I don’t like you being hurt...” Sirius whispered, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.

“You won’t always be with me Siri,” I sighed.

“I could if you wanted me to baby,” he smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes.

“I would kill you if you were attached to me 24/7 Pads.” I chuckled.

“We’re in most of our classes together this year darling, better start getting used to it.” he smiled, kissing my nose.

We talked for a little while longer, most of it was Sirius cracking corny jokes to make me laugh. My spirit feeling much lighter than it did before. All because of this man beside me. My best friend, partner in crime, and the love of my life. The last part something he will never know. I got sleepy to the point I could barely hold my eyes open, struggling to stay awake.

“Go to sleep love,” Sirius whispered.

“Night Siri,” I yawned.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he whispered.

120 notes · View notes

nthngbxtfanfics · 5 years ago

Text

Not her - Jooheon scenario

Jooheons girlfriend reached the dorm the excitement didn’t leave her body, after the recent events. She was so proud of her actions, the smile plastered on her face didn’t fade even for a second. The devastated look you had was like a reward for herself. She ringed the bell and soon after a man in his early 20s opened the door, not looking amused to see her.

Changkyuns throat tightened as he saw the woman in the doorframe, he wasn’t in the mood to greet her.

“Jooheon is in his room” he left the entrance and walked straight to the kitchen joining Kihyun and ignoring the woman.

“Hello everyone!” she cheerily greeted the remaining men, while she walked past them. She got ignored, she didn’t cared and made her way towards her ‘boyfriend’. She knocked at the door, coffee still in her hand, ready to give it to him. The music from the opposite side got turned off, Jooheons legs dragged him towards the door, unlocking it and revealing a cheery woman with a big smile all over her face. Like a mirror, his smile replaced the frown and he invited the woman into the room.

“Hi Honey! I brought you some Coffee!” the fakeness in her voice stayed unnoticed by the man. Jooheon wasn’t in the right state of mind, his mind felt dizzy and blurry.

“Thanks Jagi. How do I deserve your presence at this time of day? I thought you’re busy and had to work extra.” Jooheon took the cup in his hand, noticing the familiar label between his fingers. Giving no more thoughts into it, he sat down onto the seat he was previously sitting in. He was actually glad that his girlfriend visited him, maybe she was able to distract him from his unbearable thoughts.

“Plans got cancelled and I thought - why not visit my Baby-Honey?”

Her Honey...

The nickname too familiar and leaving a bitter aftertaste in his ears. The word Honey lingering in his head with your unforgettable voice. He stared at the cup, not looking at the woman in front of him.

“Did something happen?” Her voice brought him back to reality, snapping his head towards her. He directed a small smile at her, hiding his opposite state.

“No I’m fine, I’m just a little tired. I just got back from the studio and was sitting here trying to memorize the lyrics that have been going through my mind.” He lied, to her, to them, to you, to himself.

“You should drink some of your Coffee, It may wakens up your brain-cells a little and helps you remember the lyrics.” Her fake smile grew bigger, he ignored the salty taste he got from his girlfriends words and took a sip of the warm and creamy drink.

The taste was too familiar, he recognized it right away, the smell gave itself away. The sweet taste of a caring person, a warm hug, a comforting warmth. The strong taste of coffee mixed with a cream enhanced by a perfect amount of fresh honey. It’s not too sweet, just like his taste. Your smile mirrored in this cup of Latte, your face flooded his mind, a knot building up in his throat. A stinging pain right through his heart, his mouth becoming dry. His eyes stared down onto the cup, searching for a message you’d normally leave for him. But there was none. Sadness overtook him, regret filling his upper body. Tears started welling up in the back of his eyes, waiting for release. But he wouldn’t let them escape he had to be stronger and fight them. He needed to let you go, he had to. You were no longer his and he was no longer yours. You left him with his feelings alone, you were the first who fell in love with someone else and not him.

He hated you for playing him like that, he thought he meant more to you. He was wrong, he needed to distract himself from you, to find someone he could give his love to. But it was too hard for him, his yearning for you became even stronger, the only way he could go is to replace his love with hatred. At the end, his hatred wasn’t towards you, it was directed to him. He lost his small hope to bring you back into his arms, he missed his opportunity to get back close to you.

And he regretted it.

“I met Y/N at the cafe.” his girlfriend reached for his attention and catched it right away, after your name slipped through her lips. Jooheon hummed in response, holding the cup tighter and did not spare a look at the woman next to him.

“She seemed pretty happy, she also told me a lot about Wonho. It seems like they started a thing. It’s obvious since they spent so much time together right?” And that’s when Hyejin got him. Jooheons jaw clenched together, his face becoming stone hard. His eyes glaring at a spot in the room, still avoiding his girlfriends gaze. He don’t wanted to show her how those news really affected him, so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings. He got even more mad and frustrated.

“Wasn’t she with Kihyun first?” Jooheon spat those words out with so much disgust. Her smile grew bigger.

“I don’t know, maybe she’s hooking up with both? I guess for her one is not enough.” her teasing brought Jooheon over the edge, he was enraged. He wanted to confront you and his other members. But they would only question him.

He’d like it more if you wouldn’t show up anymore, to leave him and the members alone. But mostly his heart, you’ve been haunting him even more. Jooheon stood up walking towards the door, confronting you.

“Don’t! Why are you so fed up? Just leave her alone and relax. Y/N only stresses you, you should forget about her.” she stopped him, even though she loved the way he was ready to fight you. She wanted you to be destroyed by the man you love and make Jooheon her lifeless doll and the first thing she needed to get rid of are his feelings for you. She needed to separate you two and her plan was slowly building back up. Her success was close.

A few weeks past and Jooheon hasn’t seen you around often, it seemed like you disappeared. Good for him, that was the perfect time for him to actually start and get rid of his feelings for you. Even if it was too hard for him, sometimes he would debate with himself whether to give you a call or not. Or ask his members how you are, but his pride went against it.

You had some time to take good care of yourself, were you healed? No. Your heart was still in pain, but you knew you had to move on anyway, tomorrow or now, it didn’t matter but you slowly made it.

You had the strength to visit the dorm a few times when Jooheon wasn’t around. You were even able to visit the other members at the studio. Sometimes would Hosoek invite you to his studio, when he felt lonely or when he, Minhyuk or Hyungwon were bored and needed some entertainment from you. Changkyun grew kinda attached to you, since your mental breakdown. He worried a lot about you and texted whenever he could to make sure you were alright. And Kihyun, he became more sensitive around you, always making sure that you feel great. His whole attention went onto you, he would look onto his phone more often, waiting for a message from you or a call to pick up right away. When you would visit the dorm, he would always prepare your favorite food or buy you your favorite snacks and drinks. Kihyun got too worried about you, after Changkyun confessed to him what had happened in the gym room.

Minhyuk suggested to have a night with some drinks and a great meal, since the past events were pretty exhausting and draining. All the members agreed and prepared everything. Jooheon was glad he could spend some time with the other members and even helped Minhyuk and Shownu to get the drinks or even helped Kihyun in the kitchen at some point.

“I’m so glad we are done for today and then 24 hours of freedom!” Changkyun dropped on the floor in the living room, followed by the others.

“And therefor we gotta have a drink!” Minhyuk was excited to release the tension from all those practice sessions and their overall busy schedules. He filled all seven cups and grabbed his, pulling it up to the air.

“Let’s enjoy and forget about all the worries tonight!” the sound of kissing glass erupted and cheers filled the room. The liquid got drowned by all, Shownu was the first to dig into the food. After the first bottles of Soju were emptied, the members got more relaxed and random topics filled the members heads.

“Who got plans for tomorrow?” Changkyun started, curious about the others.

“I’ll most likely sleep-in tomorrow and maybe play some video games. I’ll just relax.” Hyungwon was the first to respond, but his answer wasn’t really surprising to the others.

“I may visit my parents. I haven’t seen them in a while and you Changkyun?” added Shownu.

“I don’t know maybe play some video games like Hyungwon-hyung or going to the studio and make some music.”

“Yah! Why do you have to go to the studio all the time? We are free tomorrow and you choose to work?” Minhyuk nagged, not pleased by the answer.

“Hyung- “

“Let him do whatever he wants.” Changkyun got interrupted Hoseok

“Thank you hyung! But I’d would like to do something else though.”

“We could work out together and then go somewhere and watch a movie or so.” Hoseok suggested to spent the time together with the Maknae.

“Let’s ask Y/N-ssi if she'd like to hang out with us. Didn’t she said that she’s free for a few days?” Changkyun added.

“Sorry to break it to you, but me and Y/N are already going out together.” Kihyun interrupted the plan of the two men. Getting a side eye glare from a certain person.

“Oh really? Where are you going?” Minhyuk asked curious.

“Were going shopping and then we’re going to a cafe that opened a few days ago. Y/N heard about it and wanted to try it out.” Kihyun answered ignoring the angry energy building up from the person next to him. Jooheon tried his best not to be caught by his change of emotions and stayed still. His jealousy rose, he would go to new places with you. He would be the first to receive a text from you when you found something exciting.

“Uh! Sounds like a date” Minhyuk teased the male, with the intention of making the rapper a little jealous.

Minhyuk knew that Jooheon was still attached to you. Jooheon made it easy for him to see through his emotions. He wanted Jooheon to snap and accept his feelings for you and drop his so called girlfriend and he wasn’t the only one.

“Yah! Hyung! It’s not a date! We’re just hanging out like friends and nothing more. You know that.” Kihyun became a little embarrassed and his ears turned a little red. He got a bit nervous because of Jooheon. He did not wanted to get the male mad at him, for something that isn’t the way it is.

“Hey Kihyun! Can’t Changkyun and I join you two?” like knight in shining armor, Hoseok noticed how the anger started to well up within Jooheon and eased it.

“Good idea! Why not?” Kihyun catched up and agreed. But Jooheon wasn’t satisfied with it.

“Jooheon! What are your plans for tomorrow?” Changkyun tried to bring up something else, so the situation wouldn’t go too heated and end up in a disaster.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll just stay in and do nothing”

“Aren’t you meeting your girlfriend?” asked Minhyuk.

“No she’s flying to Japan with her friends. Her flight goes tomorrow.” Jooheon took a bite of the food in front of him, hoping he won’t have to explain any further. Minhyuk nodded as a response. Silence filled the room, until Minhyuks phone went off and signaled a message. He looked on his phone finding your name on the screen, a smile creeped up on his face. The Maknae looked automatically onto the screen too, noticing your profile picture. His eyes flew over the chat between you and Minhyuk. He saw the picture Minhyuk send to you, a picture that he took when all gathered on the ground to take a group picture together.

“Who is texting you?” Hyungwon was curious too and leaned over Changkyuns back to look at the phone.

“Y/N just messaged me and wished us a lot of fun! She also said that Kihyun looks like a wet dog she saw on her way to work today” The three started to laugh while the said man got confused and reached for the phone.

“What? Show me! I don’t look like a wet dog!”

“Oh god! Kihyun you do actually look kinda on it!” Hoseok teased the younger one and all started to laugh again.

“What is Y/N doing now?” asked Changkyun.

“Don’t know, I’ll ask her real quick.” Minhyuks fingers worked fast, he received a message immediately.

“She just finished work and is heading home.”

“Why don’t we invite her over?” Shownu included himself gaining a few confused looks from the others. Minhyuks gaze switched from the leader to Jooheon and stayed on the rapper to wait for a reaction from him.

Jooheon lifted his gaze and met six pairs of eyes, waiting for a response of him.

“What? If you want to invite her, do so! I don’t mind.”

Why did I said that?

Why did Jooheons chest feel so weird all of a sudden? It was warm almost getting hot, he couldn’t tell if it was anger or annoyance. His heart started a race, beating too fast. Was he excited? No, it couldn’t be. How could he be excited to see you? He was supposed to hate you. But his heart won’t let him, he let those feelings slide away and ignored them. As if a button got switched, his mind got flooded with images of you. Your smile infected every brain-cell in his mind, his body missed you, his heart wouldn’t let go of you. His mind started to play with him, his system went crazy. His blood boiled, he was lost and had no way to escape until Minhyuk brought him back to reality.

“Jooheon!”

“What?” immediately snapped the said man his head towards the calling voice.

“You alright?”

“You drifted off to dreamland a moment ago.” Changkyun and Kihyun finished each others sentences.

“I’m alright! I just need to drink some water.” Jooheon stood up and went straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and returned to the others.

“Should we really ask her? She might be tired from work” Kihyun debated with the others and seemed to be the only one against your visit. He wanted to avoid any uncomfortable situation, since Jooheon would be around you.

“Come on Hyung! She could relax with us, I bet today was as exhausting for her like it was for us.” Changkyun really liked the idea to have you around. He thought you were ready to meet Jooheon after that long time and maybe you both would be able to talk some things out and get rid of some misunderstandings.

“Text her!” the Maknae demanded his older friend to text you as fast as he could.

“I’ll just ask her if she would like to come or not. Don’t be too upset if she declines” Minhyuk typed again and waited for an answer from you. This time you took a bit longer to respond and left the message on read first. Minhyuk could almost hear you debating with yourself whether you should come or not. He eventually laid his phone back down and took a sip of Jooheons water.

Jooheon grew nervous and inpatient. His body didn’t reacted the way he wanted and it pissed him off.

The sound of Minhyuks phone catched the attention of all men.

“She’s coming” stated Minhyuk, happy about the positive respond. Jooheon got more frustrated with himself as excitement filled his whole body and his heart started to beat faster for the second time that evening. He felt like a little child waiting impatiently for his present on Christmas.

Kihyun grew worried of both of you, he prayed to God that there will be no conflict between the two of you. If it would happen, he would give the whole fault to the other members and would make sure they won’t see you ever again.

“How long will she take?” asked Changykun.

“Don’t know, maybe 20 minutes?” Minhyuk laid his phone back down and waited for your arrival.

A few moments past and Jooheons heart didn’t stop for a moment. As if he was sitting on hot stones, his body wouldn’t stay still. Every position he took was too uncomfortable for him. The members noticed his nervous state.

“You alright?” Hyungwon grew annoyed at the younger ones constant moving. Jooheon snapped his eyes across the table, meeting the mans eyes.

“Yeah, why?” a frown building itself up.

“You are wiggling none stop, like an excited puppy.”

“I’m not excited! It’s just uncomfortable to sit on the floor. -” The doorbell interrupted the small conversation, announcing you arrival.

“I’ll go” Kihyun jumped up from his spot to invite you in.

Adrenalin shot up through Jooheons body. His mind flooded with various questions. Will you talk to him? Will you ignore him? Will you act like nothing happened? Are you alright? Have you eaten well? How do you look like? Did you change your hair? Your style? He wanted to see you again, so dearly. Anger and hatred left his body, he missed you and he’ll not question it anymore. In this moment, he wanted to laugh with you, talk with you and be there for you. Taking back the role as your best friend. Jooheon forgot about his girlfriend completely, like she doesn’t even exist. He wanted you at this moment and he won’t ruin it.

Jooheon turned towards the entrance of the living room. Kihyun was the first to enter and was followed by you. Your smile got bigger as you saw all the rest and waved your hand towards them. As your eyes landed on Jooheon, your smile became smaller and uneasy. His heart didn’t took it great, it hurt. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought pain to the middle of his chest. He noticed how thin you became, how exhausted you face looked. The bags under your eyes became a dominate feature on your small face.

Jooheon waved back at you, nervous. You made your way towards the group, the only big space left was between Jooheon and Hoseok. Both men made some space for you, the rappers gaze followed your movements as you sat down.

Your scent filled his nose, it has been too long since your bodies were that close. Your shoulder brushed Jooheons, his skin tingled, wishing for more contact. His eyes wouldn’t leave you, he was lost. The surroundings becoming blurry, the sounds becoming muffled. You turned around, meeting his eyes. His heart stopped for a moment, his chest became tight. No air could enter or escape.

“Hi” that simple word snapped him back to reality, your plump lips formed a thin line. Your nervousness was visible and made Jooheon sad, he never wished to make you uncomfortable around him. He felt guilty, he ruined your friendship the most and he wanted to make it up to you.

“Hi, how have you been?” he asked carefully, he talked with as if you were made of thin glass.

“Great. And you? How’s your girlfriend?”

Right his girlfriend, he forgot about her.

“I’m great. I heard you passed that big exam? I know I’m pretty late but congratulation” he smiled, ignoring the question about his girlfriend.

Your smile came back followed by a nod.

“Here Y/N a glass.” Hoseok handed you his glass. You faced the man curious.

“Why are you giving me yours?”

“I don’t drink, one shot is enough.” He smiled at her, her smile becoming brighter and thanking him. Jooheons heart cried.

“Let’s have fun!” Minhyuk got excited and filled all glasses with alcohol. Everyone cheered and Jooheon still couldn’t leave his eyes from you.

~~~

Since many asked so nicely for the next part! :) I hope you like it so far. While writing it, I listened to Monsta X - See you again

I’m so sad, but this scenario will end soon, the ending is close T_T I’m thankful for any comment you send. I’m open to any critiques, I really wanna improve my writing, so tell me what you think.

Now come the following tags, if you want to get tagged for the next part please write me or comment under this one!

@lidda

#monsta x #monsta x scenario #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagine #monsta x imagines #monsta x reaction #monsta x reactions #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x fanfictions #jooheon scenario #jooheon scenarios #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun

159 notes · View notes

blue-honeycomb · 5 years ago

Text

Quiet Devotion 4 [Hawks x Reader]

I'll edit this at a later date...

Summary: Part 4 of the 'Quiet Devotion' series… Somehow this story's managed to wring yet another part out of me. What am I doing with my life?

Reader Details: Emotional, humble, loyal, introspective, independent.

Quirk: Life Fiber (A.K.A Soul Silk).

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

---

Six Years Ago

---

Fast doesn't even begin to cover the sheer speed the winged hero is capable of, and coupled with his reaction time and environmental awareness he seems down right inhuman at times. As far as you can tell there are few skills he's incapable of executing mid-combat and you find it all the more admiral that a considerable amount of that talent is focused on support and rescue work. It says much for his character that life takes precedence over the promise of glory

Memories of darkness and pain nip harshly at the back of your mind, the fear that'd overcome you when the car fire had finally died out was printed red on the backs of your eyelids. You can still smell the stench of burning gasoline and the heavy tinge of sweet iron, the feel of sand in your hair.

You dream of it sometimes, even a year later. You don't usually get back to sleep afterwards either, despite the tear inducing exhaustion riping painfully though your body. Instead you pull up the 24/7 Hero News website and hope that you'll catch a glimpse of red feathers flashing across the screen, hear that smooth, masculine voice quipping at his comrades, snarking at his opponents.

Anything to make you feel safe again. Anything to remind yourself that the dark of your room is only temporary, that the blankets tucked tightly (too tightly, always too tightly) around you are soft and pliant under your hands.

The news plays in the background as you finish washing the night's dishes, reporters droning on about Hawk's exploits in a seemingly endless stream of praise and condescension. Rapidly cooling water drips down the front of the kitchen sink and soaks the front of your shirt despite your best efforts, and you take a moment to unstick the cloth from your skin with water-wrinkled fingers.

The fabric is sopping in some places still, heavy and discolored with dish water despite the wringing you give it. The rain outside seems to somehow add to that feeling of dampness despite you having not been outside all day, the pitter-patter of icy droplets battering your window like icecubes caressing your spine.

It's as you lament the condition of your clothes and the weather that the beginnings of a though begins to take root in your mind.

'If only my clothes were made from my quirk.' You thought exasperatedly, not for the first time, while entering the livingroom to watch the rest of the report before you had to do laundry. 'Then I'd never have to worry about wet clothes again.'

On the news Hawks stands before the cameras with his trademark devil-may-care smile on his lips, eyes half-lidded and entire hero persona picture perfect but for the way his clothes seem to sag and darken unevenly from the rain. A more aggressive reporter manages to sneak in a baiting question about the teenager's glaring inexperience in the field and the winged hero quips back in response, water dripping from the tips of his long deflated hair.

He looks miserable standing in the rain, the bright colors so characteristic of him dulled and darkened by the gray overcast, by the rain soaking him to the bone. Even as he's smiling you can tell it doesn't reach his eyes, barely even manages to fully form on his lips as question after intrusive question is hurled at him from the hoard of intent faces. You don't miss the way he glanced to the side occasionally, towards a rail thin man standing quietly beside him, meeting the teen's gaze every time with a narrow-eyed stare.

You don't think you've ever seen Hawks so unhappy before. Not on the battle field with hellfire raining down around him, nor any of his interviews with a panel of venomous snakes breathing down his back. Not even when he'd misstepped during his first solo multi-villian battle and had more than half of his left wing exploded right off his back.

No. You'd never seen him looking so miserable before and more than anything that quiet discontent in his eyes racked your soul with a sad, profound longing. Without conscious thought the tips of your fingers begun to warm and turn black, dark roots creeping up the veins in your fingers and fading at the knuckles. Moments later the beginnings of your silk spilling forth onto your lap and latching onto your pant legs catches your attention.

It did that from time to time when you got overly emotional. Frankly, the lack of control was embarrassing and never failed to remind you of why you were never able to train it past its current potential. Your doctor had said it was nothing to worry about though, and that you could maintain a normal life even with the occasional accident.

You'd thought about going to a quirk specialist shortly after you'd hit your current limit, but ultimately decided against it when you caught sight of the price tag attached to each visit. You reasoned that even if you managed to start producing more silk there'd be little use for it besides having readily available materials on hand if you ever felt the need to sew. So you dropped the matter entirely and carried on with your life.

Until a year ago, that is, when your whole world came crashing down around you.

You quickly shake those thoughts away, instead focusing on detaching the silk from your clothes before they can weave into the fabric they're touching. Yet another oddity you've had to learn the hard way. For the first twenty or so seconds before it cools and solidifies, the silk will try to latch onto any available surface and meld to it. Honestly, it was more annoying than anything and sometimes you regretted not being able to get it checked out by a specialist.

It took a few moments but you eventually managed to get the silk separated into their individual strains. They're each around ten inches long, though some had managed to stick together at the ends to more than double their length.

Exasperated, you pluck up the longest of the bunch with the tips of your darkened fingers, holding it before you with a frown. The black strands remain stuck together and you knew from experience they'd now be impossible to disconnect.

The flash of red on the television catches your attention for a moment and your sight blurs as it attempts to refocus. In that brief second, however, the black of your silk melded seamlessly into the darkened cloth of Hawk's soaked jacket and undershirt. In that exact moment, the quiet thought came to your mind.

'My quirk has never been useful to me. But maybe, with enough patience and effort, it can be of use to someone who deserves it more than anyone.'

And so begun the trials of your labor. The physical manifestation of your unspoken devotion.

---

Present Day

Hawks wasn't sure what expression had managed to slip past his usually perfect control, but whatever it was must have been fearsome indeed because the young researcher before him was sweating bullets beside his mentor. Said mentor was glancing disappointedly at his assistant and had yet to step in, instead opting to shake his head and cross his arms with quiet exasperation.

"So." Hawks begun in a slow drawl, still smiling but for the way his eyes narrowed. "We're just throwing civilian names into hero politics now are we?" The assistant lowered his head, but remained silent. "Making sure to break all those confidential clauses, huh? I've got to admire your spirit though. Go big or go home is the name of the game in this industry, after all." The winged hero clapped a hand over the other's shoulder, making sure to look him right in the eye as he finished. "How's it feel to be the uncontested winner?"

The assistant took a deep, fortifying breath before finally speaking. "I got carried away. My actions were a direct violation of Proper Hero Agency Conduct and I understand there will be repercussions. I-" The young man pauses again, almost breaking eye contact but the hand tightening on his shoulder quickly made him reconsider. "I let my pride get in the way of proper procedure and it's potentially put a civilian in danger." The assistant grit his teeth and closed his eyes. "I didn't win anything. I fucked up. Knew it the moment their name came out of my mouth."

There was a tense silence before Hawks himself broke it with a loud, exaggerated sigh. "It can't be helped I guess. Chicks gotta break a few eggs before they can grow after all." Everyone pointedly ignore the fact the Hawks was only a few years older than the assistant. Most of all the assistant.

The winged hero threw his head back, letting his entire posture slump and his face crumple into an irritated frown. "They're probably having a heart attack right now."

You were panicking. Inwardly, for the time being, but you weren't too far from having a total breakdown. For three hours your phone has been blowing up with an unknown number of texts and calls, half of them demanding your compliance and the other your service, all of them wanting your attention. None of them were making much sense.

The bit about various hero agencies wanting you to work for them was clear, what wasn't though was the why in this situation? The only thing you could think of was the uniform you'd given Hawks (you were well aware you'd probably been on camera the entire time you'd been near Hawk's agency), but such things were dime a dozen in the hero industry and you didn't believe for a moment Endeavor's agency was hurting for costume designers.

The next thing you could think would prompt this response was that there was something about your quirk you were unaware of. Something, apparently, heros deemed valuable enough to look for. What it was you weren't sure, but you knew enough about yourself to know your quirk, while fairly simplistic, was still an unknown to you in many regards.

Still, the sudden influx of unexpected messages was stressful enough. Add that to the fact most of them were from distinguished hero agencies with members that could literally demolish mountains and you were feeling more than a little pressured. Even a little frightened by some of the more demanding messages you'd managed to glimpse before retreating to the other side of the workshop.

You could barely move your furniture across the room most days, what could you do if the likes of Best Jeanist or Gang Orca decided to pay you an unexpected visit?

Okay, that was the panic talking. Not only was that scenario completely illogical, the jab at Gang Orca for having a stereotypical villian aesthetic was uncalled for. Time to recenter yourself and get some much needed fresh air into your lungs before you start accusing All Might of fraud or some such nonsense.

It takes a few minutes to get the muscles in your back to loosen and your mind to stop spitting out half-coherent worst case scenarios, but you manage with a few intense rounds of breathing exercises. By the end of the ordeal you're exhausted, even a little sore from the lack of air before hand. You're functioning again though, and that's what matters.

Now in better control of your thoughts the most obvious solution to your current predicament comes to you with little prompting. You don't even hesitate. There is not a single doubt in your mind as to what you must do.

This is your chance to finally pay back the man you owe your life too. This may very well be the only chance you'll ever get and you've learned that life is far too short to squander the moments that matter.

Your slip on your coat and gloves, making a few last minute adjustments around the shop before stepping out the door and locking up behind you. With your purse on your shoulder and your eyes lit with hopeful determination you walk out into the world with renewed purpose.

You leave the phone.

Nothing they have to offer matters. It never has and you doubt it ever will. They could offer you jewels and they'd collect dust, the world and it'd keep on spinning. They could grant you eternal life and you'd have given it up in a heartbeat for this one chance.

He's the only one that matters. The only one whose attention means something.

He is your priority. He is your only priority.

#Takami Keigo #Takami Keigo x Reader #Hawks #Hawks x Reader #BNHA

91 notes · View notes

ghostburs-blue · 4 years ago

Text

Lost and Found

Part Nine

Summary: Aiden’s family is big mean (again), and the avengers are a great fam

Warnings: pretty much only fluff i think? angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.1k

The months leading up to Christmas were busy and stressful for both Peter and Aiden. Aiden trained every day for three hours after school with whoever was available (generally Bucky), then finished homework with Bruce, Tony, and Peter. Her and Peter were like the babies of the Avengers family; even Rocket cared about them.

Aiden and Peter both joined the academic decathlon team, and Aiden had decided to pursue photography for the school newspaper as well. Peter was still busy with Spider-Man, and would always come to Aiden when he had minor cuts and bruises.

Relationship wise, the two were doing extremely well. No matter how busy one or the other was, they would always make time for their Saturday night movie nights together, prefaced by dinner at their favorite Thai restaurant.

Aiden would leave home at 7 in the morning and get home at 10, and she would have it no other way. She felt less and less connected to her parents, and many nights she even slept over at the tower. She could feel the tension rising between her and her parents, but didn’t think much of it. Their relationship was becoming strained, and Aiden simply couldn’t pinpoint why. It was like they were extremely stressed about something that they refused to acknowledge. Until one night, that is.

Aiden had just returned home from the tower, and she was exhausted. Peter and her hadn’t had much homework, so Natasha had them fight against each other for the better part of half an hour. Before that, Bucky had done a harder, longer training session on Aiden, and by the time she got home, it was close to midnight.

Her parents were sitting in the living room, watching the nightly news. It was strange; they never waited up for her and barely acknowledged her presence, so why were they here now?

Aiden dropped her bag on the ground next to the door and carefully slid off her shoes. Her parents turned at the sound, and her mother’s face broke into a frown.

“Aiden, finally. It took you long enough, didn’t it?” Her mother said, her tone laced with anger. Aiden opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by her mother lifting her hand. “No, it doesn’t matter now. We just wanted to tell you that you can’t go to the internship tomorrow; you must come home directly after school.” Aiden simply looked at her, confused. “Aiden, T-” she paused, taking a breath. “Tom is coming over tomorrow for dinner with his fiance. He told us the news a month ago. Now pick up your crap and go to your room,” she snapped, while Aiden stared in shock.

Tom? Tom was coming over tomorrow?

What kind of illogical bullshit is this? She thought to herself. Nevertheless, she shook herself out of her stupor and headed to her room, grabbing her backpack to take back with her.

Sitting down on her bed, she shot a quick text to the Avengers group chat.

The Fam With A Plan

The Godfather, Spidey-Boy, Fox Guy, America’s Ass, +29 more

Thing #1

Hey guys! I’m really sorry but I won’t be able

to make it to the tower tomorrow :(

The Godfather

Alright, that’s fine. But can we know

the reason you’re not coming?

Spidey-Boy

Yeah, why aren’t you coming?

Thing #1

Um, well

How do I say this

America’s Ass

Kid, you’re making me nervous

Thing #1

Tom’s coming over for dinner tomorrow, and my

parents want me home right after school

The Godfather, America’s Ass, Spidey-Boy, +29 more are typing…

Bird-Brain

Oh my god I’m so sorry

The Godfather

That’s it I’m adopting you

America’s Ass

Text us through it all!!

Spidey-Boy

Aww baby I’m so sorry, I know how hard it must be for you

I’m always here for you!

The Rubberband Man

For once, the other Peter is right. We’re all here for you!

Thing #1

Wow I don’t deserve you guys thank you <3

Spidey-Boy

Always

Aiden smiled at the last text, then plugged in her phone and got ready for bed. She quickly threw on a pair of pajamas (it’s worth mentioning that they were her ugliest pair, with a giant coffee stain on the shirt and a huge ice cream stain on the shorts), and brushed her teeth.

Sitting in bed, she finally let herself think about the events of the day. Tom. Dinner. Fiancé. Training. Newspaper. Everything swirled around in her head, and it was too much for her.

Aiden started to hyperventilate, and her head spun. She was getting dizzy, and couldn’t see straight. Hands getting clammy, she didn’t even notice the body she was being pushed against, the voice whispering comforting words.

Remembering what Gwen had told her, she focused on the warmth emanating from the body that was holding her close; it was then that she realized it was Adam, her brother. She was slowly calming down, and looked up at him.

“Why are you here?” she whispered. He just smiled in response and pulled her closer.

Kissing the top of her head, he murmured, “I’m sorry. I was never there for you when you needed me and I guess I’m trying to make up for it now.”

Aiden broke away from the hug and half-heartedly punched his shoulder. “Dickhead,” she muttered.

“Bitch,” he shot back. They smiled at each other, then hugged again.

“I missed you, you know?” She muttered into his chest.

“I know,” he whispered sadly into her ear.

The next morning, Aiden woke up surprisingly happy.

Smiling, she got up, brushed her teeth, did her hair and makeup, and packed her bag. She threw on a yellow, red, and blue striped sweater with a high waisted peach skirt and a denim jacket that almost hit the bottom of it. Slipping on some brown boots, she grabbed a granola bar on her way out the door and headed to school. Adam and her parents were already gone for the day, and it made Aiden a little sad that she couldn’t say goodbye to her brother.

Reaching school, she immediately headed off to find Peter. Luckily, his locker was close to hers’, and Aiden immediately spotted the familiar mop of brown hair. Running over, she hugged him from behind and placed her forehead on his shoulder.

Peter turned around and smiled at her, bringing her in for a quick kiss.

“Alright lovebirds, break it up!” They turned to see Flash, MJ, and Ned walking over. Flash pointed at where Aiden and Tom were still holding hands. “I want no contact at all. No eye contact, no touching, no hugging, and definitely no kissing! Is that clear?” He said in a stern voice, causing the couple to double over in laughter.

Aiden slowly straightened up again, wiping tears from her eyes. She pretended to salute Flash, saying, “Yes sir,” in the most monotone voice she could manage. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her, ruffling her hair before leaving to join his group again.

Aiden simply called, “FUCK YOU!” after his retreating body, trying to fix her hair.

Peter stopped her, grabbing her hands and kissing them, murmuring, “Stop. You’re beautiful no matter what, baby.” Aiden smiled, then turned to face MJ and Ned, who both had equally disgusted looks on their faces.

MJ just nodded at them, saying, “Let’s get to class before we’re late.” The rest agreed, and headed to their first period.

The rest of the school day flew by much too fast for Aiden’s liking. Before she knew it, the last bell of the day rang, and she was headed off to her home. She noticed Peter getting into the car she normally would get into; he caught her eye and gave a small wave, making a small “call me” motion with his hand.

She nodded and smiled, blowing him a kiss.

About an hour later, Aiden finally got home. The minute she stepped inside, her parents yelled at her to go to her room and clean it. Sighing, she trudged up to her room to find a welcome surprise.

Steve and Peter stood there with a slight smile on their faces. They were both in uniform, with Steve in his Captain America suit and Peter in his Spider- BoyMan suit. Aiden dropped her bag with a thud, running over to hug Steve and kiss Peter.

“Hey Aiden, I-,” the voice stopped, and Aiden turned to see her brother standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock and mouth open. He slowly pointed to Steve, then Peter, who had quickly put his mask on, although Adam had already seen his face.

“What- What are you two doing here?” He asked, confused.

“Well, um. You know the Tony Stark internship that I have?” Aiden asked, a little nervous. Adam nods. “Uh- This is kinda it,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.

If possible, Adam seems to get even more shocked. He holds up a finger. “One se- second. I’ll be right back,” he says as he runs out of the room. He comes back not even 10 seconds later, holding a pen and a piece of paper.

He hands it to Steve, muttering, “Uh- can you sign this please?”. Instantly, Aiden, Steve, and Peter burst out into laughter, clutching their sides.

“Adam, you can literally come to the compound if you’re Aiden’s immediate family. She has complete access to it 24/7, so she can bring you anytime you want to,” Steve said, still chuckling.

“Holy shit,” Adam muttered under his breath. Then, with a frown on his face, he turned to Peter. “Why was my sister about to kiss you as I walked in? And why does your face look so familiar?” He asked.

Peter shyly pulled off the mask and gave a little wave. “Uh- I’m your neighbor, Peter Parker. And, well, your sister and I have been, uh-” his nervous explanation was cut off by Aiden.

“We’ve been dating for a few months now, okay? And before you even say anything I’m not going to listen to you so you can just shut up,” She snapped. Adam frowned and crossed his arms.

“Fine. But I’m giving you the talk later, okay? And yes, you should be scared.” He addressed Peter, then walked out of the room.

Turning back to Steve and Peter, she smiled. “So, why are you guys here?” She wondered aloud.

Steve grinned back. “Well, we know the dinner is tonight, and we wanted to wish you luck! Everyone, literally everyone wanted to come but Tony wouldn’t let them. So, he sent us!” He finished.

Aiden pulled him into a hug, placing her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Thank you, guys. It really means a lot, you know,” she said, voice muffled. Aiden felt another set of arms wrap around her, and she pulled back to grin at Peter. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately and deeply, forgetting the world around them.

Peter’s tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She obliged, opening her mouth, and he pulled her closer into him. They stayed like that for a few moments, kissing with a burning passion and not a care in the world. That is, until Steve cleared his throat. They jumped apart, gasping for air.

“So, um, I think Peter and I are going to head out now, yeah? Text us throughout dinner, okay?” Steve asked, concerned. Aiden nodded, then stood and waved as they climbed out through her window.

As she watched Peter swing away, she whispered, “I love you Peter.”

Aiden spent the rest of the day until dinner getting ready. She cleaned her room and the living room, then put on some makeup and found an outfit. She threw on an emerald green floral maxi dress, taking a photo of her outfit and sending it to the avengers group chat, captioning it “does this look okay for dinner?” Almost instantly, she got responses from all the women (and Peter), telling her she looked absolutely gorgeous and beautiful. Tony and Steve both freaked out, telling her that she was too exposed and she should immediately go change into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She laughed and ignored them, sending a quick thank you text to everyone who had complimented her.

Before she knew it, the doorbell rang, and her parents were screaming at her to get it. Aiden texted “He’s here” to the chat, then grabbed her phone and made her way to the door.

She put on a bright smile and reached for the doorknob, hesitating slightly as she turned it. Then, she swung it open to find her brother and his fiancé standing outside. They were here.

Hoping that she didn’t look like she was grimacing, Aiden smiled wider, stepping back to let them in. “Hi guys! Come in!” She exclaimed, impossibly peppy. Taking the bouquet of flowers from his hand, she stepped into the kitchen, letting her smile drop for a second as she took a deep breath. Aiden raised her head when footsteps sounded close to her, realizing that it was her mom.

She offered a small smile, then gestured towards the bunch of flowers in her hand. “He brought roses, your favorite,” she said weakly. Her mother ducked her head, then raised it, looking equally sad.

“Yeah. Yeah, he did,” she said eventually, taking them from Aiden’s hand and placing them in a vase. It was then that Aiden noticed how tired her mother looked, though she tried to hide her dark circles with concealer. She had a worn out look in her eyes, replacing the normal burning passion for whatever she was doing that would give her a youthful appearance. Without a second thought, Aiden wrapped her in a hug, inhaling deeply. She felt like she was 7 again, free to live and laugh like she wanted. She wasn’t pressured about her future, and she had a loving family, with 2 brothers that doted after her.

Then her mother patted her back, and reality came crashing down on her. And it really, really sucked. They broke apart and took a second to compose themselves. Aiden smoothed her dress down, and her mother fixed her hair. They smiled at each other, then headed out to the dining room, where everyone was sitting and waiting for them to join. At the sight of the two women walking into the room, Tom and his fiancé quickly stood up, and he smiled.

“Uh M- Mom,” Aiden noticed her mother stiffen a bit beside her. “This is Carrie, the beautiful woman I’m soon to marry,” He finishes, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Their mother places a hand on her heart and smiles, then walks over and wraps Carrie in a hug.

“Sorry, we’re all huggers,” she says to Carrie, smiling. Adam promptly chokes on his dinner, causing Aiden to blow up her cheeks in an effort to not laugh. No one else seemed to notice, however, and continued conversing.

Slowly, they got about halfway through their dinner before they were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Dabbing at her mouth with the napkin that was in her lap, Aiden quickly folded it and placed it on the table, standing up. “I’ll get i-” She was cut off by her father shaking his head, and she slowly sat back down as he made his way over to the door.

Then, she hears an astonished gasp and a, “THE AVENGERS?!”. While Tom, Carrie, Adam, and their mother were freaking out, Aiden was trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. It was a stunt that was so completely Tony that Aiden should have seen it coming. She honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if he had flown to her building in a helicopter.

Speak of the devil. The Avengers (a/n - for the purpose of this situation, it’s only the original 6) strode around the corner, into her dining room, with Tony leading them.

“This son of a bitch,” she muttered to herself, quiet enough that only Adam, who was sitting next to her, could hear. For the second time that night, he found himself choking on his food.

Trailing behind the group was her father, who looked at Aiden. “They’re here for you…?” His voice trailed off, confused. Tony had already struck up a conversation with Aiden’s mother, and this time, Aiden couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Standing up, she placed her napkin on the table and walked over to the group. She did her special handshake with Steve and Bruce, then hugged Clint and Natasha, smiling at them. She fist bumped Nat before turning to Thor, who unexpectedly wrapped her in a massive bear hug, practically engulfing her small frame.

“Lady Aiden!” He roared, making her laugh.

“Hi, Thor,” Aiden said, grinning. Finally, she turned to Tony. She tried to look serious, crossing her arms and jutting out her hip. “Excuse me Tony, I didn’t invite you here.” She said, trying to sound bossy.

Instantly, she heard a gasp from her father and a sharp, “Aiden!” from her mother. Aiden couldn’t hold it together anymore, and she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. She walked over to Tony and hugged him, still wheezing slightly. She turned to her parents and smiled. “Guys, I’m messing with you. Plus, all of these guys are practically family now with how much I see them.” She finished, playfully nudging Tony. Her parents still looked awestruck that their daughter was in such good terms with the saviors of Earth. Aiden just smirked, knowing that she had finally proven them wrong.

The rest of the dinner went well, and the Avengers left twenty or so minutes after they had arrived. Soon, Aiden was back in her room, changed into comfortable pajamas and lying in bed, scrolling through Twitter. She heard her window open and turned, seeing Peter crawl in.

He was dressed in his pajamas too; that meant no shirt and a pair of shorts. Aiden sat up, smiling, making grabby motions towards him. He laughed, climbing into bed next to her. She scooted closer to Peter, laying her head on his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

As she was drifting off to sleep, Aiden whispered, “I love you, Peter Parker.” She felt his body stiffen under her, and she raised her head.

He gave her a shy smile, pulling her up to his face to kiss her lips. “I love you too, baby,” he whispered, and they both relaxed.

Together, they fell asleep quickly, each wrapped in the other’s warmth and love.

a/n - I decided to make this really fluffy because the next chapter is NOT going to be so please don’t hate me hehe <3 sorry for disappearing for (a little less than) a month! i was focused on other ficsss

#lost and found #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x oc #peter parker fanfic #peter parker angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland #marvel #og6 avengers #avengers #roo’s fics

7 notes · View notes

meganharperr-blog · 4 years ago

Text

COVID-19 Day 3

Why did I start on day 3 you might ask? Well day 1 was reserved for crying, self pity, deep bouts of depression, restless anxiety, and a shit ton of edibles. Day 2 was consumed by coming up with a plan. So let’s back track to what I can remember about those days and the questions I have been asked:

1. What made you get tested? Did you have symptoms? I very honestly get routine tests. If I am exposed to larger groups of people than my norm, I get tested. If I have a bunch of makeup gigs, I get tested. I get tested for my clients and customers. It is my moral obligation and civil duty to make sure I am 100% healthy to perform justifiably in all the fields I conduct business…which is a vast amount of service based income. I am a makeup artist, and Esthetician, and a Bartender. I either have my hands physically on someone or I am serving masses of people at a given time. Now doing all of this I have become insanely hyper aware of sanitation. In my studio I have Clorox wipes at arms reach, I sanitize with Barbicide and I am Barbicide certified, all sheets and blankets get washed after every client, and if you have had your makeup done by me before you know I wont use the same brush twice and it must be sanitized in-between clients. This has all been second nature to me for years. So when I had a bunch of photoshoots and clients on the books I knew it was time to get tested for peace of mind. Only a week and 1/2 after my last COVID test. The only thing I can even consider a symptom would be the night before I had a headache. I took Advil and it went away no problem. I was also on my cycle and having cramps…or could they have been “body pains”? Shit idk. All I know is I made a joke about having COVID on my way to my rapid testing…

2. Have you heard that the rapid tests are not as accurate? When I got my results back in 15 min and it was my first ever positive I was shocked. I did not trust it right away and pretty much everyone in my circle said get a second opinion. So I got 2 more. One was another rapid test. The other would get back to me in 3 days. I mentally claimed it was a false positive.

My brain: “shiiiit. There aint no way. No way in hell girl. You careful as shit. You got all these blessings coming your way. Business is booming. Opportunities are rising. Aint no slowing down for 2 weeks right now.”

I of course made my partner come with me and get a rapid test as well as the test that would take 3 days to get back to us. While waiting for the results I wanted to get vitamins and snacks and what ever else I may need if this does become my reality. We get to Publix and my heart sinks into my asshole and I’m like…. SHOULD I EVEN GO IN THERE?! The anxiety started building right then and there. I thought to myself “Just keep your mask on, Social distance, you know wtf goin on just be safe” … as we get into the store I wasn’t feeling it. I saw older people around me and I just didn’t feel right and in that moment my phone started to ring. I bursted into tears and couldn’t even stay in the store. I just knew it. It was legit..

The lady on the phone was so nice. She asked if it was what I expected to hear and I honestly said “no”. Because I just knew I didn’t have it. I knew how careful I had been.I am not a perfect person by any means but I see y'all reckless ass Mfer’s out there and we are not the sameeeee man shit nawwww this couldn't happen to me. But it did.

3. How did you get it? OMFG IDK! I have exhausted my brain with this question. How could this happen to me? Shit did I drop my mask at some point? Did I get too close to someone outside at ( insert bar name here ) when I went to have a drink on Saturday night? But it was outside?

Googles : “Can you catch COVID outside? “

“Can you catch COVID with a mask on?”

“Can you catch COVID from it being on your clothing?”

“Can you catch COVID from a toilet seat?”

I mean you name it I Googled it. And the unfortunate answer was yes to all of the above. I got tested on the 4th. So I know I got it sometime after that. I of course contacted everyone I came in contact with….which was horrible! I felt freaking terrible!!! I swear it was worse than narrowing down an STD culprit. It’s like shit… you get an STD…you hit up your top 5, or top 10…look idk your life like that…and have everyone get tested. Let’s be real though you got it narrowed down and think you probably know who did you dirty….Get the results back and boom its over with. Take the meds move on with your life no-one has to know. COVID on the other hand can fucking KILL YEW, PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT, GRANDMAS THAT THEY CARE ABOUT, CHILDREN WITH PRE-EXISTING ISSUES, IT CAN KILL PEOPLE. So you gotta back track back track. Make sure all bases are covered especially when you work multiple outlets which is mad important these days. THE MORAL of all this is… idk. Idk how I got it. I am mad careful. I be judging you on social media for being out and reckless without a mask on. I get tested frequently. I have hand sanitizer in every bag I own, in my car, and all over my home. I AM A NEAT FREAK and a GERMY! I am careful. To say the least..but not perfect I am sure after working 10 hours in a mask I have let it fall for a few min! I am sure on my bike I have dropped it out of pure exhaustion. I know I have tried hard, but I am still human and this is all new. So y’all non-maskers out there think you on to something…in reality you could have it too and not even know. Psh. Anyways. Next question…

4. Does your partner have it too? No. Somehow no. This is where we had to start coming up with a plan. We work together so this puts us both out of work. LUCKILY we have been saving incase of a shut down and we also have back up savings for a home we *hope* to purchase next year so that plan was solid…. But how to keep him healthy? Just because I do not have symptoms does not mean his body will react the same way. I need to make sure he does not get infected as well. We are going to continue to get him tested for the next several days to monitor that. He is quarantining and I am in what is called “isolation”for a minimum of 14 days. We try our best to stay in different rooms. We have a tiny apartment with one bathroom, so I am just constantly sanitizing right now. Everything I touch or may have touched gets a Clorox wipe. We both wear masks 24/7 in the house. Even if he goes outside to walk the dog, I am keeping a mask on. I have learned so much in the past 48 hours about contracting the virus that I do not even want to risk a drop of my saliva in this house. I am doing disposable masks every day. I luckily have plenty of masks and gloves from working on clients. If I cook I wash my hands, sanitize, then put on gloves. We eat in separate rooms or at the edge of the room so it feels like we are eating together. We are really trying our best and that is some shit they do not prepare you for. Your partner has to be careful around you. They cannot touch you or even come near you and sometimes have to remind you of that. Try to do chores in separate rooms. Try to not get your feelings hurt because its not that they don’t want to be around you, but it is dangerous and they cannot be. So my poor lil feelings keep getting hurt, but I’m a tough gal it’ll be alright I just want to make sure he stays healthy.

5. Can you breathe? So this brings us to day 3. We have a plan. It has been working. I have my little cleaning things I am doing in one room, he has his in another…and I am pretty much in Go Mode. Before all of this I had a Cleaning Babe coming to help me with things so I had a list for her. I just embodied her and did the list myself plus some major decluttering. I have a ton of clothes to donate (that I am letting sit bagged up for 14 days just to be cautious before donating…some shit I read idk…might get anxious and throw it all away…tbd) so while I am going to town cleaning out my abyss I start to get really short of breath and kinda lethargic. I laid down on the bed to catch my breath for several minutes then took a little break from cleaning. This is the first time I have felt any type of crazy. I still have a lot of anxiety about the days to come. Will it get worse? Will I start to feel like actual hell on earth? Will I be able to keep my partner safe? Shit idk but I am trying really hard. They simply do not tell you about the anxiety that you will have. It is normal. You are going to be generally overwhelmed if you are a good person. Just stay good. and Stay aware.... and Stay tuned. I may not write every single day. But I will keep you updated. If you have any helpful stuff for me to read, please send it my way! If you have any questions feel free to ask. If you have been in this situation with a live in positive and negative… what’s your advice? My DM’s and PM’s are open.

#covid covid19 livingwithcovid

1 note · View note

hardyimagines · 5 years ago

Text

Summer In Italy

Part 2 of 5

Reader is spending the days with her family at their 17th-century villa in Italy. Reader meets Tom, a handsome scientific student who's working as intern for her father. Reader and Tom discover the beauty of awakening desire. ( Smut/Heated Scenes )

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: masterbation & smut talk & kissing & age gap

———————————————————————

What a long, long week.

The sun hadn’t been out in what felt like forever. Lombardy had been drowning in shadows for 7 days. The clouds overhead were gray and dark, refusing to let the sun be seen. You’d been sat at the same window, in the same position for the last three hours, tracing the glass as the raindrops raced along the pane. The pool, you could see it in the distance, was green and murky, full of leaves and dirt from the harsh winds that whipped the surrounding branches and grass directly toward the uncovered pool. The blame would fall on you seeing as you were the last one to use the pool and you’d end up being the one to clean it.

It wasn’t easy being trapped indoors. Venturing out wasn’t much fun when you had to shield yourself from the hard pelts of ice cold rain with an umbrella that the wind tried to take from you every second that it could. You were seemingly trapped inside, with nothing to do but roam the hallways and read your books. You had plenty to read, the shelves on your wall were stacked high with novels, but there was only so much your eyes could take, straining in order to absorb the information. And your brain was giving up on you. It needed a break which you refused to give. Time would pass by far too slowly without the fictional world you carried in your hands.

On occasion though, you did manage to set the hardcovers down and distract yourself with the members of the household. Your mother was rather entertaining to watch as she twisted and twirled around in the vacant room at the end of the hall. Her passion for dancing and for art seemed to collide in that room. She’d lay out a large piece of paper, coat her barefeet in whatever color of paint and then dance along the sheet, staining it with the permanent ink that always seemed to be a messy clutter at first until she neared the end of the drawing and it resembled whatever her goal had been. You’d watched her paint a sea, a vase, and an elephant. It was breathtaking to witness. Such creativity. You wondered why you hadn’t seemed to get any.

When she wasn’t in the mood to dance and her wrists were too bothersome for her to draw, you’d settle down in the den by the fireplace and watch your father as he worked with the other men. Eugene and Randal hadn’t been over much. You didn’t think they were much help. They seemed to be more of the ‘follow’ type, rather than leaders. Tom on the other hand, he was outspoken, much more verbal than you’d expected him to be. You found it difficult to focus on your reading when he spoke. His voice was very pleasing to listen to, so easy to get lost in despite the fact that you had no interest in the things he was talking about. Their little science experiment meant nothing to you, but you found yourself tuning in just so you could hear the way he spoke. Your lashes fluttered, lifting to the corner where Tom was hunched over on his knees on the wood floor. He was tending to the underside of their creation, working thoroughly on fixing the thing. He was struggling, evidently. The grunts and growls that left his lips made you press your legs together to try and ignore the attraction that simmered in your stomach. What you felt and why you felt it, left you clueless, but there you sat on the sofa, wondering what those sounds would sound like if they left his lips for a very different reason. Was he breathier when buried in a woman? Was he loud, talkative, frantic? Your eyes squinted, latched on to him obviously. You were zoned out, ogling him as you bit your bottom lip.

Your father had left the room in order to fetch the wrench that always seemed to be misplaced and in his absence, Tom called you out on your indiscreet gaze.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it isn’t polite to stare?” His voice was hot and heavy, dripping with his exhaustion from his attempt at trying to loosen — or tighten — whatever he’d been trying to. You straightened on the sofa before tearing your gaze away and looking instead back to your book. Leave it to your novel to be right in the middle of an arousing scene.

‘The scruff of his beard grazed the sensitive skin of her belly as he made his way south to taste her. His mouth watered, desperate to flick along the length of her and draw the ecstasy drenched sounds from her already tight throat. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to..’

You swallowed thickly before slamming the book shut and lifting your gaze to the scruffy man in front of you. Inspecting him momentarily, you pushed yourself up from the sofa with a quiet sigh. “Believe me, I wasn’t staring at you. I was zoned out.” You stepped over the tools on the floor, tongue tracing your lips as you moved toward his kneeling form. “Why would I be staring at you anyway? You’re just an old man.” Your book hit his shoulder in a playful manner before you stepped over his calves and made your way toward the exit. He peered over his shoulder, watching the way your dress bounced against the back of your thighs. His head shook in the slightest before he looked to the floor. The wrench was by his knee.

“Edgar!” He called out. “The wrench is in here, you blind bastard!” The smile on his lips was evident in his words. Edgar made his way back into the room, eyes scanning the floor before he frowned.

“Tom, that’s the broken one!” He frowned before folding his arms. They couldn’t move forward with the work without the damn thing. “Let me look in the shed.”

Your ears burned, straining to hear every word passed between your father and your roommate. The stairs creaked beneath you as you finished your climb, hallway nowhere near as noisy as you entered the guest room and quietly shut the door. You dropped the book on the chair by the window before dropping down on the bed on your stomach. Your breaths were deep and your thoughts were all about the man downstairs. Closing your eyes, you pondered what it would feel like to make love to an older man. Someone so experienced. So mature. So handsome. You were biting your lip before you even knew it, stomach flipping at the thought of him climbing the stairs so he could assist you with the arousal you could feel building in the pit of your stomach.

When had this stupid attraction for him even began? The moment you’d met the bastard.

Your legs adjusted on the bed, spreading in the slightest. Your fingers twitched, tempted to slide between your thighs and pleasure yourself so you could cease the thoughts about Tom, but the longer you contemplated just relieving yourself, the closer you hand slid to your body. You lifted your hips, forearm slinking beneath your stomach and the bed so you could get your hand between your legs. Your toes curled, before extending, pushing into the bed firmly as you let out a breathy whimper.

You could envision his hot lips as they slid along your throat and down to your breasts to taste and kiss every inch of your flesh. You let out a shaky exhale as your fingers slid into your underwear. You almost cringed at how soaked you were, but it was impossible to think about anything other than the intern downstairs. Without wasting any time at all, you pressed two fingers against your entrance and moaned out pleadingly at the sensation. Dipping your hips toward your hand, you clenched your eyes shut and let his name roll off of your tongue.

It was beyond inappropriate.

You ground your hips against the bed, creating an amazing amount of friction as your fingers began to pump inside you. A shaky moan of approval escaped your opened mouth before you turned your head and bit your pillow. Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, your brain reminded you. His large hands, his full lips, his tuggable hair and beautiful body. He’d accidentally left the door open two nights ago and you’d caught a glimpse of him changing. Head to toe, he was stood bare for your roaming eyes to see, but when he’d realized the door was open, you’d pretended to be asleep and he’d figured he’d gotten away with his little slip up. Your fingers moved harder inside you, teeth clenching down on the pillow roughly. If you tried hard enough, you could convince yourself your fingers were actually his cock.

You were lusting after a man twice your age! He was 24 years older! This was so wrong..

A louder moan, an unstoppable one, left your lips before you hissed out in disbelief. Daniel had never made you feel this good.

So then why did it feel so unexplainable? Why did you yearn for him? Ache for him? Why did he have this much control over you!

Because he was forbidden.

A man his age would never go after a girl your age. So it was innocent enough, wasn’t it? You just had a little crush.. a little crush that would fade, you were sure of it.. but oh god, you hoped it would fade soon because you didn’t think you could take much more of it. Dinner was impossible for he was always making eye contact with you, smirking at you when his foot bumped yours. You were sure you were imagining it, thinking too much into it. He was just being nice. You groaned out, hips bucking just a little harder toward your hand. Or maybe he did want you. Maybe he wanted you just as badly—

The creaky door opened without any warning at all. Knocking, apparently, didn’t matter to the man you wanted so badly to have your way with. You let out a sharp cry, from your fingers or from the intrusion you didn’t know, but you withdrew your hand from your panties and hurriedly sat up on the bed. Kneeling on the mattress with your dress pooled around your hips, you looked toward the door. Your mouth was dry and your body was hot. You’d been so close to orgasming, you felt angry. But your anger was mixed furiously with embarrassment for the man you’d just been fingering yourself because of was now stood in your doorway with his mouth wide open and his eyes gliding from your face to your glistening fingers.

“I..” You whispered. “Do you not knock?!” You stuttered out after racking your brain for something to say.

Tom bit his cheek. What was one meant to say when walking in on a girl touching herself? You hadn’t been shy when he’d caught you banging your boyfriend, but now you were a picture. You looked like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar instead of her underwear. He tightened his grip on the doorknob.

“Do you not consider where to pleasure yourself?” He growled back. “The pool was public..”

“The bedroom isn’t!” You hissed before standing up on the bed. You dried your fingers on your dress before leaping off the bed and stomping toward him. “You should’ve knocked- you.. What’s the matter with you!” Your hands pressed against his chest, pushing at him feverishly to get him out of the room.

He growled out softly before lifting his hands to your wrists to cease your guilty assault. He knew you just felt shy about what he’d seen and you were trying to let your anger cover it.

“Oi,” He pressed you backward, further into the room so he could step inside and kick the door shut. You swallowed nervously. “Your mother sent me up here.. right, I need to go into town, I need a wrench for your dad, but I don’t know where the shop’s at so she told me to come get you.. said you were probably listening to some music and to just come in.” He rubbed his teeth together. He’d seen you five seconds ago and he hadn’t imagined you’d be doing this.

“You’re still meant to knock! This is a private space!” Your breaths were so heavy. You sounded like you’d ran a mile.

“I know.” He hissed.

“Clearly not! You’ve just barged in and caught me doing something my parents would’ve never caught me doing!” They knew how to knock.

“Don’t get all worked up.” He sighed heavily. “It’s not like you’re the only person on earth with the temptation.” He was trying to make you feel better. “I’m sorry I came in unannounced.” His voice was softer.

You curled your hands against his shirt, gripping on to him securely before all at once you slumped, body falling against his momentarily. “You’ve got the worst timing in the world.” You murmured quietly before slowly prying yourself out of his grip. You didn’t give him enough time to return the small embrace — you didn’t want to be faced with rejection if he didn’t return the touch.

He didn’t know what else to say. How would your dad react if he were to descend the stairs and tell the man, ‘Well, so far I’ve seen your daughter screw her boyfriend in the pool and finger herself entirely too desperately’, something told him Daniel wasn’t as good of a lover as you needed. But it wasn’t his place to say or do anything. He bit his cheek before slowly folding his arms across his chest. He was still waiting for an answer from you.

You brushed your hair out of your eyes before moving over to the bed. “Yeah.. I’ll go.” You muttered almost silently. Snatching your novel off of the chair when you passed, you shoved it beneath your pillow before slipping on a pair of sandals and then looking toward him. The same silent question hung in your gaze, only this time he knew what you were asking.

“Your secret is safe with me.” He let out a quiet sigh before stepping out of the room. He waited for you to join him before he began to climb downstairs.

Your mother was in the den now, speaking to your father about dinner and his science project. The pair were oblivious to the two of you crossing through the room, so neither of you said anything, you just made your way out and into the dull, gray city.

“So,” Tom spoke the second that the two of you had left the little villa. You grasped your bike when the two of you reached the end of the road. It was yellow and white, with a brown seat to settle down on. You looked toward the older man, fingers falling to your dress to smooth it down as you waited for him to speak further. “Are you sex deprived?” He almost chortled before glancing in your direction. “I mean.. it’s a bit odd that I seem to have impeccable timing. Either you want sex every hour of the day.. or I’m just absolutely terrific at catching you in the act.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Ha ha, very funny.” You mocked him. “It was two times.”

He cut you off. “That I caught you. Who knows how many other times I didn’t.” He lifted a cigarette from his pocket before placing the thing between his lips. He didn’t light it, but he carried it like he was going to.

“Well I suppose you have ‘impeccable timing’ because I rarely ever do what.. you walked in on.”

“Mh..” He wanted to point out that there was no need to be shy. Masterbating was normal, it was rather taboo to talk about, but it was normal. He didn’t think you should be shying away, but he also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He let out a hoarse grunt before looking toward you when you stilled.

“Biking is going to be much quicker. Our legs will give out if we walk.” You moved the bike closer to him. “You steer, I can stand on the pegs.” You waited for him to grasp the opposite side of the handlebars and then climb on to the bike. Your hands moved to his strong shoulders, clutching on to them as you stepped up and on to the bolts attached to the back tire. Holding him securely, your fingers tapped his shoulders to signal that he could go — and once they had, he set off.

The air was cool, not enough for a jacket, but enough to warn that another storm might blow through. He took his time peddling though for he didn’t really care if it rained or not, a little rain wouldnt hurt the two of you.

“So why did my mom suggest you go. Why not my dad?” You inquired, hunched over so your words hit his ear and the wind didn’t carry them away.

“The thing we are working on..” He started. “It requires someone to always be monitoring it unless it’s powered off.. and we can’t power it off until we fix the bolts underneath.” He looked over his shoulder toward you. “And we need the wrench to fix the bolts and your dad knows more about how to steady it so..” He let out a quiet huff. “It’s a bit boring to explain to someone who doesn’t really care, but..”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t truly curious.” You told him under your breath before pointing toward the alley ahead. “Cut through there.” He did so without question. The bike turned smoothly, carrying the pair of you all the way to the end of the rocky path and to the shop that resided at the end of the street.

Tom climbed off the bike after you hopped off the pegs. He used the chains in the corner to make it appear as if the bike were tied down. He really doubted that anyone would steal it, but if they tried, at least it would appear to be a difficult task. You followed the man into the shop, small hand brushing his in the slightest when you passed. An apologetic smile was sent his way, but he didn’t give you any sign that an apology was needed, he merely brushed it off before moving around the interior in search of a wrench.

The isles were jammed pack with assortments of necessary items. Tools, food, jewelry, clothing.. if it was something that could be bought, it was here. You trailed alongside the man as he hunted for a certain type of tool. Which one you didn’t know, you didn’t really care either, but you wanted to at least look like you were helping. Your fingers moved along the tablecloths, caressing the different fabrics before you looked toward the man as he lifted a box.

“Got it.” He shook the enclosed tool. Removing the cigarette from his lips, he stuck it in his shirt pocket — he’d light it later. He typically just took it out to make his brain think he needed it.. and then he’d deprive himself. It actually helped in a weird way, to kill the bad habit.

“Good.” You looked toward the cigarette before instead moving your gaze to the corner window, eyes squinting. It looked even darker than it had been.

“Let’s go.” His hand met your lower back, a delicate touch to guide you along. You followed willingly, practically skipping at his side as you approached the front counter.

The man behind the cash register was older. He had wrinkled skin and wise looking eyes. His white hair was sprinkled with grey, lengthy enough to put in a ponytail. The man scanned the item before stating how much it would be and when you tipped your head toward Tom, he drew out some money and handed it to the elderly. You took the bag of your new belongings before moving to the door and back outside. It was colder. Darker. Tom looked in your direction before unchaining the bike and climbing on. His gaze told you, before he had to verbally, that it was time to go, so you climbed on to the pegs and let him do the driving as you held the bag.

The bike was bumpier on the road back. It jiggled along the path, but you didn’t say anything. You were sure one of the tires still needed to be aired up, but you hadn’t got around to doing so. Tom looked over his shoulder now and then to check on you and each time he did, you always pushed his cheek so his focus was back on the sidewalk. People were careless nowadays, they’d walk out in front of a bike stupidly and there’s no telling who’d end up getting hurt. You laid your chin on the top of Tom’s head and shut your eyes. He kept a secure grip on the handlebars, driving cautiously but quickly so the two of you could in fact beat the approaching rainfall. It wasn’t a long bike ride back, but lack of light and bumps in the path made it take a little longer.

When you arrived, Tom made sure to put the bike back where he’d found it before he walked alongside you back to the entrance of the villa. He found that the longer the silence lingered between the two of you, the more his mind wandered and the more he thought about the way you desperately rocked yourself against your hand. He didn’t think it was you that he was attracted to, just the actions.

“So.. from now on.. you’re going to knock before you enter my room?” You pushed at him playfully with your arm before tipping your head back and gazing up at his handsome features. He glanced down at you, crinkle forming between his brows as he nodded.

“May just steer clear of that area for a while.” He teased before coming to a stop. He reached for the bag wrapped around your wrist and when he did, you stepped closer to him.

“It was your fault, you know. You’re the exact same as the man in my book.. it’s so hard to read such an enticing paragraph in a book only to look up and see such a distinct description sitting directly in front of you.. staring at you.”

Tom furrowed his brows. “You’re blaming me for your lack of self control?”

“No. I’m blaming you for the reason of my horniness.” Oh, what a thing to confess. “I didn’t really want to be riding my fingers..” He wanted to plug his ears. How could you say such filthy things to him? To Daniel, okay, go crazy. He didn’t care if you had a filthy mouth, but why did you have to say those things to him? He could’ve gone the rest of his life without knowing you wanted to be on top of him.

“Alright..” He tried to stop the conversation. His hands moved to your cheeks, trying his best to ensure you understood that he saw you as a child, not a playmate. “Let’s not talk about this anymore, mh?” He squeezed your cheeks in a playful manner before moving to step around you. Your hand lifted to his chest, halting him from going any further though.

“Why? Is it making you uncomfortable?” There were two meanings of the word. Uncomfortable as in strained, tense, and ready to fuck the next thing that moved or uncomfortable as in he didn’t want to be talking about this because it was gross.

“Yes.” He whispered. He supposed both definitions fit. He made movement to step around you again, but you slowly leaned up on your toes. He exhaled shakily, a quiver in his breaths. He could feel your breaths mingling with his own and maybe he would’ve let you kiss him if your father wasn’t his teacher. “Y/n.” He stopped you before your mouths could touch. “You’re a child.” He reminded you. “In comparison to me..” he added. “I don’t.. see you that way.” He did. Any other girl as beautiful as you.. and as young.. he’d let the situation play out. It wasn’t illegal to like or lust after anyone younger, but he couldn’t allow himself to get involved with his boss’s daughter. Now that, that could cause problems. “I’m sorry..” He tried to soothe the building embarrassment he knew you felt but you were quick to bolt. Tearing yourself away from him without so much as a word.. He sighed heavily before lifting his palm to his face so he could rub his skin down in aggravation.

Why did this have to happen to him?

The wooden door slammed shut loudly behind you. You didn’t pause to talk to anyone before clambering up the stairs and into the guest room so you could swallow down the shame that flooded your stomach.

Tom was still outside, wringing the bag in his hands repeatedly as he shut his eyes. It was wrong. His inner voice told him. You were young. You were sweet. He wouldn’t ever want to hurt you — nor did he want to lose this internship. He let out a heavy sigh before making his way inside, much quieter than you’d been. He made his way into the kitchen, placing the wrench down on the counter before he peeked into the den. Edgar and Rose were gone and in their place was a note on the polished table. He moved into the room to retrieve it, pointer finger and thumb closing around it curiously, blue eyes roaming the letters.

‘Daniel’s parents came by. Need us for an emergency. Nothing to worry about, back in a few hours. Thank you for getting the wrench! Dinner is on the stove. Please put the pot in the fridge when you’re done, we won’t be home until you’ve gone to bed’. He didn’t know if the note was for him or for you, but he set it back in its place on the table before making his way back to the kitchen so he could make himself a bowl of food. He was sure you wanted to be left alone, but now was probably the best time to talk to you. The pair of you were still alone. He set two bowls on the counter and poured an even amount of soup into both of them. Tucking the crockpot away in the refrigerator as directed, he then lifted the bowls and climbed the stairs to your room.

You were slumped on the bed, dress rolled up far too high on your thigh. Your head was propped up on your fluffed pillow, fingers lazily tracing the loose strings that stuck out of your comforter. Tom came to a halt outside your door before knocking on the door with the toe of his boot. You didn’t expect him.

“Come in.” You called out, voice sounding soft and almost drained. He did so with a bit of difficulty. His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Your parents had to run out..” He squirmed in the doorway. “Said there was some dinner for us and they won’t be back for a bit so..” He waited for you to look at him but you never did. “I made you a bowl.” That got your attention. Your head craned around, studious eyes moving from him to the glass dish. He set it on your dresser before placing his down as well. A loud sigh left his lips. “Can I sit?”

You discreetly bent your legs further before visibly shuffling so that you could roll further over on the bed. Creating a place for him to sit by your thighs, you crossed your ankles and stared at the wall, waiting for the bounce of the bed which told you he was sitting down. When the bed creaked and his added weight caused the mattress to sink, you fisted your hand in the duvet and wiggled in the slightest. Tom furrowed his brows as he stared at you. His warm palm skimmed your thigh as he reached for the bottom of your dress and pulled it down so he couldn’t see too much of your skin. “Look,” He let his hand linger before he moved it down to your knee. His touch was delicate, pleading for you to look at him. You eventually did. “Babe, you’re seventeen.” He tipped his head to the side. “You’re.. curious. That’s all. I promise you, I’m not what you want. Lust after me all you please, but I swear, you won’t find what you’re looking for.” His hand was gentle as it traced your knee, but when he finished speaking, he drew his hand back.

You sat up in the slightest then, leaning on your elbows as you watched him intently. “You don’t get it.” You mumbled out. “Some girls are into older guys. And it does work out.”

“And have you ever been with an older guy?” He inquired, unsurprised when you shook your head in response. “I told you. It’s curiosity.” He placed his hand beside your hip before leaning toward you. “I like this internship. If I didn’t work for your dad, maybe I’d give in to this little game of yours and see where it goes, but I really care about this building career of mine.. I can’t just throw it away. You’re such a beautiful girl, Y/n.. too beautiful to waste time wanting someone as old as I am.” His touch was tender when he let his thumb graze your leg. Temptation was dragging him in despite each word he said. You swore he was trying to convince himself.

“I just want to kiss you.” You whispered quietly. “I want to know what it feels like.”

He almost smiled. “My lips are no different than Daniel’s.” He thought that if he reminded you of your boyfriend, you’d shy away. You sat up though, fully.

“Prove it.” Your breaths were so warm as they tickled his mouth. He let out a raspy grunt before distancing in the slightest. He knew if he kissed you, he wouldn’t stop. Attraction. It was there, but he wanted to ignore it. You were just making it so hard for him.

“I can’t.”

“You can.” You bit back. “I want you to.. please.” He shut his eyes. Why couldn’t Edgar have had a shy little girl? A quiet one. One who didn’t look at him like she wanted to be in his lap. He didn’t know what to say. The both of you knew that he wanted to kiss you, but at the same time, you both knew it would just spur the already building feelings and double them. “I promise.. it only has to be this once.. I just want to know what you taste like.” You neared him. Your hand was firm on the blanket as you began to crawl toward his seated form. “what your mouth feels like..” His eyes fluttered. Oh god. You lifted your hand to his thigh, caressing it as you leaned in to close the final gap. Your mouth was centimeters from his, lingering there as your hand slid all the way up to the top of his thigh. “Your tongue.” He admired your bravery.

You opened your mouth, allowing the tip of your tongue to teasingly flick over his upper lip. He wondered if you’d done this before, seduced older men because you were so fucking good at it. But he remembered then that you’d said you hadn’t. His mouth opened, a small part to say something. “Only once...” and you took advantage of it. Lifting your hands to his cheeks, you slid into his lap before he could complain and leaned in to lick him again.

Your tongue brushed over his bottom lip and then top lip, hips sinking into his own firmly before you tilted your head and closed the space completely. Tom set his hand on your lower back in order to hold you against him and prevent you from toppling backward. Your mouth was warm against his, as curious as you’d said it was. You kissed him slowly, playfully, testing to see what he liked as your lips moved in a very slow dance with his.

His breathing was loud, husky, slow and drawn out. He let out a soft hum at the taste of your lips, sweet against his. You opened your mouth again, tongue gliding over his lips but not to urge his tongue to come out and play, it was just to tease him. He growled out at your need to cease the kiss to continue with your playful tendencies. It felt good though, so he didn’t stop you.

You let out a breathy whimper into his mouth before slowly lifting your hands to his hair. “Touch me.” You pleaded, refusing to break the slow kiss.

He let out a muffled groan before laying his other hand on your hip. “I said I’d kiss you.” He spoke against your mouth. “Nothing more..” His words made your stomach twist at the challenge.

“Yes sir.” You let out a heavy breath of amusement. You both knew that stopping at ‘just kissing’ would be impossible. The only way he’d be leaving this room was if your parents came home and that wasn’t for a few hours. “Well, we’d better stop there then.” You murmured before slowly lifting yourself out of his lap. Collapsing against the pillows; you folded your arms beneath your head and bent your knees as you watched him.

Tom shook his head slowly at your antics before standing. He felt eager and eager wasn’t good. So he distanced momentarily. “What kind of novel are you reading that’s given you so much.. courage?” He moved toward the bookshelf. His fingers traced the spines, eyes scanning the titles before he looked over his shoulder when you spoke.

“The man’s got all the bravery in the books I read. I just figured I’d try it out and see if it worked.” He watched you as you began to fiddle with the necklace you wore. He bit his cheek. “Don’t you wanna kiss me some more?”

Tom shut his eyes for a moment before exhaling noisily. He walked back over to the bed before sitting back down by your hip. His hand lifted to your leg, this time brushing along the length of it.

“Your parents would kill me if they found out about this.” He told you quietly. “And then I’d have to leave.” His thumb brushed along your inner thigh, sliding higher and higher until it reached the bottom of your dress. He pinched it. “Do you want me to go?”

Your cheeks lifted with your smile, small arm extending so your hand could fist in the front of his shirt. “Who would I play with then?” You opened your legs and let his thumb venture further. Tugging on his shirt pleadingly, you made a perfect space for him to rest between your legs. “I read a story earlier.” You told him as he lifted himself up and on to his knees.

“What about?” He asked as he slid up the length of the bed until he covered you completely.

“About a man with a beard.” Your fingers traced his facial hair. “He ate a girl out.” You shrugged in the slightest before arching off the bed so your mouth could skim his own. “Don’t you think that’d hurt her? Facial hair is so.. spikey.” You rubbed your lips against his furry face to prove your point before you tipped your head and kissed him again. He let out a soft hum before lowering himself down so that his chest brushed against your own.

“Nobody’s complained before.” He whispered against your lips before lifting himself up so that he could peer down at your form. His hand stilled between your legs, taking his time before it moved any higher. “I’m not in any rush.” He informed you. “We’ve got time, beautiful.”

“You could change your mind about me tomorrow.” You frowned. “Then what’ll I do?”

“Finger yourself like you did earlier.” He teased before moving his mouth to your ear. His hands slid to your thighs, lifting each one so they were forced to wrap around his waist. “Don’t worry..” he murmured. “My mind isn’t going to change.” He didn’t know what he wanted. This was fueled by mostly curiosity. But he liked the way your body felt, pinned beneath his, and he loved the way your mouth moved so deeply against and in time with his own.

No, he didn’t think, not even for a second, that he’d change his mind about you. Even if it meant his internship was on the line. He was afraid you were quickly becoming his little addiction — you pulled his mouth back to your own — and there was no stopping it now.

———————————————————————

Part 1

End Part 2 of 5

Tagged: @peakblogbecauseimweak @bsotstory @mollybegger-blog @morphoportis @ghost-of-student-sufferings @drippydownes2002 @ellar21 @sovereigngoth @willowick13 @pansexualginger @marvelgirl7 @heyitscam99 @wow-he-cute @haroldpain @justrepostandlove @emerald-bijou @multireality @innerpaperexpertcloud @goodiesintheclosetlove @giftofdreams @ihclipse @inkedfandom @thatsamegirl @doct0rstrange @jakechillenhaal @shanty-lol @centerhabit @clevertheoristpainter @jamierdr @favouritereadings @badmaax @thephuonganh @wewillfindourwaythere @uhhhemilyrose @scarrasco1325 @matoki-darkpanda @bignastyfan-nz @hot-and-spiceyyy @azayamari @shane-isa-shame @chimthighz @baliadelcuore @lonewolf471 @crldrr @keeleyella @overitall2018 @willowtree42095 @hufflepuff25 @97freaknik @sparklyreaderx @meer0rauschen @evilspretty-dead @xxxxxeroxxxxx @wheresthewater @anrm1

#tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy #call me by your name inspired fic

186 notes · View notes

benhardyisdaddy · 5 years ago

Text

Royal Protection - Part 3

MASTERLIST

(welcome to pt 3, i hope you all like it sksks i love angst SO MUCH)

Word Count: 2,267

“Joe?”

You watch as the man stands in front of you with his hands clasped together in front of him. He looks exhausted and quickly gives you a barely half smile. You look beside him and notice the same blonde man from the concert looking at you. His face was more serious as he stared at something directly behind you. You finally look around and become aware of your surroundings. You’re back in your castles parlor room, confused beyond belief.

“What the hell is going on!?” you shout, angry and frustrated. “Who’s that!? He took me! He handcuffed me! What the hell-”

You’re interrupted by a clearing of a throat. You turn your head and watch as your mother and father walk around you, making John move for them. They’re now stood in front of you and your mother’s eyes are red and glossy, a clear sign that she had been crying over you. Her hand is rested on her chest, something she does when she’s trying to calm herself down. Your father watches you with a hard to read look as your eyes are wide.

“What’s going on?” you shout once more.

“That,” your mother shouts, a finger pointing to the blonde man. “Is what could happen to you if someone realized who you are!”

Her face is red from her yelling and the tears streaming down her face. She was angry. More than angry. There was no word to describe how fuming she was.

“You snuck out with no guards! Do you know how terrified we were!?”

You stand up fast from the chair and point a finger at yourself, upset.

“Do you know how terrified I was!?” you shout back at her.

“Good!” she yells. “You should be so lucky that it was somebody actually wanting to protect you! You needed to feel that fear! You needed that helplessness to make you understand how unsafe it is out there for someone like you!”

You take a step back and shake your head, shocked. Your eyes widen as your breathing picks up.

“That was your idea?” you whisper to your mother.

You look to your father quickly and knit your brows together.

“And you let her do that to me? You allowed all of that to happen? I thought you were on my si-”

“It was my idea, y/n.” he says fast.

You freeze and can only stare at him.

“I love you and I’m sorry, but… You’re mother’s right. You need a hard awakening. Your life isn’t normal, my love. It never will be and I’m sorry for that.”

Tears trickle down your face as you feel completely betrayed by your parents, especially your father. He knew how difficult all of this was for you, so him being the one who had came up with that plan, it broke your heart.

“Who even is that?” you ask, looking back to the blonde man.

Your mother raises a brow and lifts her head up.

“Benjamin, your new personal security. Joe is, unfortunately, leaving us early.”

You look to Joe fast and your heart breaks even more - something you didn’t think was possible.

“Joe!?” you ask, walking up to him. “You’re leaving? Tonight?”

He sadly smiles and nods.

“I unfortunately have to start my new job tomorrow. I wanted to tell you sooner. I just didn’t know how, princess.”

You shake your head and rush up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. You sob against his shoulder as he cautiously hugs you back. He was the closest thing you have to a sibling, something you’ve always wanted. You lean away and smile, wrinkling your nose at him playfully.

“It’s y/n to you.” you remind him, pushing his arm.

He smiles and nods once.

“Benjamin will be with you 24/7 now. You lost your privileges to do anything by yourself. When you start acting like an adult, you’ll be treated like one. Joseph,” starts your mother. “Please introduce them.”

Joe slightly bows and smiles.

“Yes, your highness.” he says as he walks over to Ben, followed by you.

“Benjamin, this is Princess y/n. Princess, Ben.”

Ben bows to you and lowers his head like he’s supposed to do. You shake yours and quickly reach out and place your hand on his shoulder, a slight spark making you two jump. He lifts his head and his bright green eyes look into yours. You almost forgot how to speak.

“You don’t…” you start. “You don’t have to do that. Any of it. It’s a dumb tradition.”

Your mother clears her throat, warning you to say no more. Ben stands back straight and you playfully roll your eyes, making him try not to smirk.

“Princess,” he says fast, speaking for the first time. “I believe this is yours.”

He pulls out your cell phone from his pocket and reaches it towards you. Your eyes open wide as you grab it fast and hold it close to you. A slight red mark around your wrist causes his mouth to slightly fall open, shocked.

“Princess, I apologize for-” he goes to say.

“No, please don’t apologize. How can you say no to them?” you ask, meaning your parents.

This makes Ben hide a smile as you rub your wrist softly.

“And please, Benjamin,” you start. “It’s y/n.”

Ben watches you and lightly smiles as he nods his head once.

“Ben.” he says back, making you raise a brow and smirk.

You watch him for a second before turning around to face your parents. Your father sadly grins to you as he walks up. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

“I’m just happy you’re safe, my love.” he whispers in your ear.

You want to smile at his sweet words, but you can’t. You were still truly upset. You’d argue more about everything, but you were exhausted. Your mother then hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“Sleep.” she says, cupping your face. “You need it.”

You force a smile and turn back around.

“Benjamin will accompany you.”

You spin around and stare at them fast.

“Accompany me? To bed?” you ask, not understanding.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” says your mother. “There’s a cot outside your room for him. Don’t even think about opening those windows, they’re bolted shut. I’ll see you for breakfast bright and early.”

Your parents walk off and are followed by multiple guards. You look to Ben and Joe and awkwardly smile to them. You hug Joe once more and sigh loudly.

“I promise to visit soon.” he whispers.

You pull away and nod as he makes his way out of the castle. You begin walking to your room and feel Ben’s presence behind you. The long walk was silent and awkward, leaving you to want to fill that void.

“So,” you start, not knowing what to say. “Kidnap people often? You’re pretty good at it.” you joke, half laughing.

Ben doesn’t say anything back as you turn to look at him. His eyes are glued forward on the hallway and you huff as you turn back around.

“I know, bad joke.” you confess.

You silently curse yourself for being not funny and curse your parents for hiring somebody this bloody attractive. You wanna talk about being distracted? Well, this is it.

“Sorry I kicked you in the leg.” you say.

There’s a moment of silence and then he speaks.

“Don’t apologize, princess. Fight or flight is normal in those kinds of situations.”

“Never had to be in that kind of situation.” you tell him, thinking back to it and shuddering.

You reach your room and open your door, peering around. Everything was left just like you had it. You turn around and smile to Ben.

“Well, goodnight?” you say to him, causing him to nod.

“Goodnight, princess.”

You roll your eyes.

“Y/n,” you say once more.

All he does is nod and wait for you to close your door, which you finally do. You strip form your clothes and slip on your nightgown. You slide under your covers and the moment your head hits the pillow, you feel sleep starting to take over. The only thing clouding your mind as you drift to sleep is the face of your new security guard.

***

“I’m her assistant.” says a voice behind your door.

Your eyes flutter open as you move around and begin to wake up. You could have slept much longer, but you didn’t want to. You yawn and stretch as you hear your bedroom door open up and close. You look up sheepishly and watch as Lucy walks towards you, a serious look on her face.

“Oh, I’m so happy you’re okay!” she gasps as she brings you in for a big hug.

You smile against her as she squeezes and leans away.

“I was so worried about you all bloody night!” she scolds.

“I know, I’m sorry! I’m here now, aren’t I?” you ask, leaning against your headboard.

Lucy had a sly smirk on her face as she sits on the edge of your bed.

“So,” she starts. “Who’s the blonde hunk outside your door?”

Your eyes open wide as you shush her loudly.

“Don’t say that! He’s my new security!” you tell her, feeling your face flush.

“He’s cuuuute.” she teases you.

“Careful, Luc. What will Chef Rami think?” you ask, smirking back.

Her face goes serious and pale. She looks around and leans in to you.

“How do you know about us!?” she harshly whispers.

“When the kitchen doors swing open, it’s kind of hard to not see you two snogging in the corner.”

She shuts her eyes and exhales nervously.

“I’m so sorry.” she tells you, honestly feeling bad.

“Luc!” you say fast, shaking your head. “Don’t ever apologize for having feelings for someone. You can’t help who you fall in love with.” you remind her.

She smiles sweetly and leans in to hug you once more.

“Ready for breakfast?” she asks.

You nod your head yes, but you really meant no.

Lucy helps you get around for the day, helping you slip into a white sundress. She helps with hair and makeup and you feel like you’re ready for the day - sort of. You open your bedroom door and are greeted by Ben once more. He smiles briefly, before going serious once more.

“Good morning, princess.” he says.

“Ah, Ben!” you say a little too cheerfully. “Good morning. Remember, it’s just y/n.”

He nods his head as you all begin walking to the dining room. You’re in too much of a cheerful mood, it confuses Lucy and even Ben. You’re skipping down the hallway with a huge smile on your face. You’re not sure why you’re so happy. Last night had been traumatizing for you. You reach the kitchen and freeze when your mother and father weren’t there. They’re never late for a meal. This made a bubble of worry grow inside of you as you look around and to Lucy.

“Where are they?” you ask, nervously.

She shakes her head, not knowing what to say. Just then, Ben’s hand flies up to his earpiece as he listens to something. His face scrunches up in concentration as his eyes glance to you. You watch him and shake your head, insisting that you would like to know. Ben presses a button and gives whoever it is an OK.

“You’re needed in your father’s study.” he says fast.

“Why?” you ask, looking to Lucy.

You were never allowed in your fathers study. You didn’t have a good feeling.

“What’s happening?” you ask, freaking yourself out. “What does he need?”

“I’m not sure, princess. I’ve just been given orders to escort you to your fathers study.”

You swallow hard and nod as the three of you slowly begin walking. You were dreading what you were going to be told when you walk through those doors. What in the world would they need you in there for? You had already been scolded last night, you didn’t understand. You finally reach the room and take in a deep breath before nodding your head, telling the guards perched outside the doors to open them up for you. You walk in and look around at all of the tall bookshelves that line the walls. Your father and mother were sat behind his large, dark oak desk. They had worried expressions as they watch you walk in. They both stand up fast and the tension in the room was thick.

“Mum? Daddy?” you ask worried. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to speak about something.” says your mother, looking to your father for a split second.

“Is it about last night? Please no more scolding, I’m too exhausted for-”

“You have to leave the country.” your father says fast.

You stand there with a smile on your face as your eyes flutter. None of this felt real.

“I- What? I what?” you whisper.

“My love, you have to leave the country. There’s-”

“The country!? As in going to another country? Is this my punishment for what I did? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme!? I’m sorry for what I did, please don’t send me away! I won’t do it aga-”

“Y/n!” says your mother, trying to calm you down.

She understands how frightening this must sound to you. They both do.

“We’re not sending you away, because we’re mad, sweetie.” she starts.

“We’re sending you away, because,” says your father, glancing to your mother with sad eyes. “Because there’s been a threat… Against you.”

Tag List: @denimmay @onceuponadetectivedemigod

Perm Tag List: @loudxxstar @iambuckyrogers @babebenhardy @ramimalekrp-roleplayerpage @mautand @rogertayolr @mothermercuryy @basics-andthesimplelife @caterinaborgia @discodeakyjazzyjoe @sheridans-dynamos @bethany-cc @onexlittlespark @idontbelievethiss @having-a-freddie-time @denimmay @bensrhapsody @manuosorioh @writing-in-hell @cupcakehardy @toms-irish-girl @a-kind-of-magik @thesecondlastjedi @dianamarie-has-a-blog @ezmina98 @finnbalortrash21 @frostedsugarcookiemint @yourealegendroger @popcrone818 @wronglanemendes @sj-thefan @borhapqueen92

178 notes · View notes

kn1ghthawk · 4 years ago

Text

Fallout OC questionaire

@falloutfandomeventhub Fallout OC Questionnaire Whether your OC is a Lone Wanderer or Sole Survivor, these questions can be asked by others to know more about them! Or simply be used as a guide to further develop your character. Ask away, luv! 00. Which Fallout game are they from? Fallout 4 01. Which faction(s) did they join and which did they destroy? Why? The only Faction to be destroyed was the institute by the minute men. Officially, the botherhood won the commonwealth. Their equipment and training are stronger than either the railroad or the minutemen can handle on a one-by-one. With the institute destroyed, the railroad had lost its greater purpose. Some of the remaining members worked to establish a pipeline to Far harbor and Acadia for those who didn't wish for a mind-wipe. Others chose to join the minutement to make the world a safer place. The brotherhood is the army, the minutemen are the police. 02.What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.? S4 P6 E1 C1 I10 A4 L3 Strong enough to bend metal to his will, but no 'heavy hitter' or load hauler. Good eyes and quite perceptive, able to play with explosives without fear and an able rifleman The frost seems to have sapped all of his endurance he developed in the army, finding himself constantly winded. Between his sarcastic nature as a veteran, the dysphoria of a new world, and his half blasted face, his charisma is something to be desired Intelligence is where he shines, capable with computers, engineering and certified to operate with fusion cores. His agility is fair. Able to be sneaky, but by no means a ninja. He is lucky in cards but unlucky in love. Hard pressed to romance any companion, he is still able to get a lucky shot off. 03. Give us a summary of their backstory. Son of a locksmith, he used his gift with tumblers to break into places for the cheap thrills and fell in with a bad crowd. The first time he met Nora was popping a lock for her in the rain and he decided she was someone he was willing to make a better man of himself. He enlisted, became a combat engineer, got half his face blown off. Came home after the tour, got popped in the freezer. 04. What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em? Nathaniel Victor Winters, A.K.A. Vic, Blue and THE SILVER SHROUD! Vic is a shortening, blue comes from the suit he emerged from the vault, and the silver shroud came from his time enacting revenge in goodneighbor and his codename with the railroad. 05. What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people? He's bisexual male favoring feminine appearance lovers, he lost his virginity with another man in the gang he ran with as a kid. In this war-torn world, what you have in your pants and where you stick it really is on the bottom of the totem pole. 06. Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope? The horrors of the war and what he has done still tear at him today. He often stays up late nights tinkering and drafting until he is finally too exhausted to think and blacks out. He 07. Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine/ treatment available for them? His lungs are frost-burnt from the improper freezing technique. He can get enough air to walk and talk, but any sudden exertion like running has him on his knees in ten seconds. he has second and third degree burns on the right side of his face and body. 08. How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe? His physical appearance is a sensitive subject, some days he feels like he looks like half a ghoul with his second and third degree burns down the right side of his face and body. Optimally, he likes to wear his silver shroud get-up with the scarf wrapped around his face and operator goggles. (use surgical mask or striped bandana to represent the scarf pulled up) Not only does he like to bathe, but he has started building water heaters for a hot bath. 09. What do they fear the most? Fire makes him... uncomfortable, his armor always has asbestos when it is an option. He fears loosing curie, the only other person not bothered by his features beyond Hancock, both of whom are his only lovers. Part of him is afraid he will wake up in the tube again, that this was all a dream. 10. They’re biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw? He overthinks everything, he has an obsession with returning some of the old world tech back to this new place. He sees a hundred things being used or not used that would make things so much easier. 11. What are they most insecure about? He is almost entirely sure he is a synth, placed by deacon into the vault. 12. What Wasteland threat do they fear the most? (ex. Deathclaws, super mutants, raiders) Raiders are just people. So is the institute. But if he had to pick one single crature he will call for an airstrike on everytime is the mirelurk queen. Three story tall crab spitting armor-melting acid? Hard pass. 13. What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most? What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus) May 5th 2045 (Taurus/Ox) 14. What’s their Myers–Briggs Type? (ex. ENTP, ISFJ) INTJ- The scientist 15. What Harry Potter house would they be in? (ex. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw) Ravenclaw 16. Which Pokemon Go team would they choose? (ex. Instinct, Valor, Mystic) Team mystic 17. Out of the nine forms of intelligence (rhythmic, spatial, linguistic, mathematical, kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, naturalistic, and existential) which one(s) are they really good at and which one(s) is(are) their weakest? 1) Mathematical 2) Kinethetic 3) Linguistic 4) Spatial 5) Interpersonal 6) Intrapersonal 7) Naturalistic 8) Existential 9) Rhythmic 18. What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil) Chaotic good, Doing the right thing, regardless of the law. 19. Do they have any hobbies? What are they? Tinkering, repairing, drafting. 20. Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it? Halloween, costumes and parties. 21. What’s their favorite season? Winter, not just because of the namesake, the way the snow absorbs all sound and colors to make a calm quite monotone of the world. 22. Do they have a temper or are they level headed? Level-headed but vengeful. 23. Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings? He holds his feelings until he has time to walk them out and express himself calmly. But if he gets overwhelmed with loss, he is known to find a corner and break down. 24. Are they a leader or a follower? A reluctant leader as he is the only man with a plan half the time. 25. How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make? Know-it-all, gallows humor, awful ugly. 26. Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any? He has traveled with most of the companions, leaning on their experience and expertise. His constant companion is Curie and dogmeat. He has the sentinel to provide assistance and carry what he needs to keep himself agile. 27. Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation? Most often he is selfless, throwing caps and resources as problems. He always makes sure the farms under his protection have eight turrets and the farmers are well armed and armored with the standard of leather armor and bolt action rifles. 28. What do they find most attractive in others? Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction) In curie it is her sweet faux-french voice and elemental green eyes that almost glow in the right light. From his minor hearing loss in the war, he often reads lips which leads to liking the shapes of certain mouths. 29. Do they flirt often? How easily do they fall in love? He is heavily flirtatious, but he cannot fall in love without sleeping with someone first. As a concupiscent, he has trouble forming longer relationships past fleeting friends without engaging in sexual activities with them. 30. What’s their love life like? Are they interested in anyone or in a relationship? He is in a relationship with Curie and Hancock in a 70/30 split. Hancock knows the need to get down and dirty to do what had to be done. So often after a 'dark' mission, hancock will get loaded and Vic will get drunk to wind down and whatever happens next happens. 31. Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence? “Si vis Pacem, Para bellum. If you want peace, prepare for war.” He always hopes for peaceful resolutions, popping a grape mentat before an important meeting but keeping track against addiction. But that peaceful meeting almost always comes with a loaded ten on his thigh and one person as backup. 32. What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak? He is a fine rifleman, preferring to take his targets one by one from a hidden distance for as long as possible with the sentinel and dogmeat running melee interference. If curie is with him, she cannot escape her programming with her buzz-saw limb so Vic gives her a melee weapon like a ripper or the throatslicer for her to exercise her medical expertise. Handcock is given a shotgun and a chance to go to town. 33. What weapon(s) do they always carry with them? Vic's favored sidearm is the ultimatum but his go-to is the Kiloton radium rifle. Before then It was Crickets spray-n-pray with the railroad deliverer. 34. Their most prized possession? A lucky rabbits foot he keeps as a charm on his pistols lanyard loop, it was a keepsake from the first time he ever went hunting. 35. Their thoughts on power armor? He finds them very convenient, as long as they are not overutalized or relied on to accomplish the task. As part of the combat engineers, he spent most of his time in a base skeletal frame with cobbled bits ten feet behind the real armored infantry solider marching through the front lines. 36. Favorite armor/ outfit? The silver shroud costume, armored up thanks to Kent. Otherwise, a pair of ballistic military fatigues with full heavy combat armor. 37. How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun? When using a rifle, his left hand holds the barrel steady, when using a pistol his right hand shakes from the nerve damage of the burn so he has to settle for center mass. 38. What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive? Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily? The sad truth is that killing is easy, push a button, pull a trigger. The hard ones are the melee kills, feeling the hot blood splash and run as the last moments of fight or flight kick in before the death rattle. 39. Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it) He is fairly accepting of death, the world is already a better place for his coming and going. 40. Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home? Adventure has kept him on the move, he is content for now, his place is in the workshop bringing back Boston to the way it could be. He trusts his friends to keep the day-to-day running while he plays with his pet projects. 41. What’s their favorite location? He likes Red Rocket when he needs to get away from sanctuary hills, Deacon jokes it is the silver shroud's secret lair. He likes to stop in on all the settlements to make sure he didn't need to call in the brotherhood for a massive problem. 42. Their opinions on ghouls, feral and not feral? Feral ghouls still remind him of zombies. His preferred practice is to kneecap them so they fall and let the others finish them off. He has heard the feral transition on the holotape to ozwald and can only compare it to rabied dog and will put them down like dogs. He feels that it is similar to dementia at an old folks home, there is no coming back yet, even from the serum. 43. Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them? He is a scavenger as often as possible, Often holding off or doing without until later, Sometimes he will buy a weapon just for a specific part, then pass the rest of the weapon to one of the farmers. 44. Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track? It often depends on the severity of the mission at hand. If it is tracking a signal or fetching something then he is free to wander. But if it is a time sensitive mission like an assault or someone is in danger, then he is a one track mind. 45. How do they sleep? Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere? He prefers to be able to pull something over his shoulder, be it blanket or jacket. He can only really be at rest to sleep in a room with closed or no windows and a door he can lock or brace. Often blocking bathrooms with fallen stall doors so he can sleep on the floor. 46. What’s their favorite radio station and song? (post-apocalypse) Johnny guitar by Peggy Lee, it was the nickname of the boy he lost his innocence with. 47. What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Do they know how to cook? He prefers the canned dog food, it is a hearty protein and reminds him of army beef stew MRE's 48. What’s their favorite beverage? Do they drink alcohol? His favorite drink is Nuka Cherry and his favorite hard drink is numa Dark or rum and cola 49. Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons, Bobbleheads) He often collects weapons and armor mods to add to his modular suits to try and think of an answer to every situation. 50. Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them? He has seen what happens when a trap gets missed, the lives and limbs lost. He studied EOD wherever he could from anyone willing to teach him, the rest has come from experience.

#fallout 4

1 note · View note

madaboutmerlin · 6 years ago

Text

Merlin Writer Month: Round up

Hello Merlin fans! We hope you’ve had an amazing week and that you found some new fics to enjoy!

Again, we want to remind you to use the hashtag: #MerlinWriterMonth2018, so that we may reblog all of your wonderful recommendations. Also, we noticed that some of you recommended authors instead of specific fics, so you’ll find them at the end after the GEN cut.

And without further ado, enjoy!

Arthur/Merlin

1. Rules For Roommates by Pickitup Length: 41,235 Summary: Modern AU. Arthur works in publishing and is ashamed to tell anyone he’s secretly editing erotica, and being bullied by one of his authors - the arrogant ‘Lake Anders’. He’s also just taken in a new roommate, the adorable Merlin Emrys, who is definitely Not His Type. Or is he?

2. The Oncoming Storm by Diana_Prallon Lenght: 133,914 Summary: The only thing the Republic isn’t ready for, is war. Everything in their power is being done to appease the systems that have joined the Separatist Movement, to try and keep the peace among all. The Jedi Knights have been sent all over the Galaxy, trying to solve conflicts and stop more and more planets from leaving the Republic, with mixed success. King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, however, doesn’t believe that avoiding war will be that easy and has devised a scheme to help boost the Republic’s defenses – if he can survive the many attempts on his life and remain hidden under the custody of Jedi Padawan Merlin long enough for his master, Mordred, to figure out who is behind the attempts.

3. Let’s Ruin The Friendship by silver_etoile Lenght: 24,564 Summary: Desperate to get Merlin over his breakup with Lance, Arthur makes a suggestion that surely can’t backfire–sex with no strings attached. Arthur’s perfectly capable of controlling his own feelings, so why does this feel all wrong and more than a little bit right?

4. Close Quarters by RocknVaughn Lenght: 3,948 Summary: Albion University’s rather unique “Get to Know Your Roommate” exercise has Merlin seeing red…and blue, and yellow, and green.

5. The Dreams Inside by winterstorrm Lenght: 9,959 Summary: Arthur had always held back, not trusting himself. After all, he’d been in love with Merlin since he was eighteen years old—and Merlin had been with his sister. Now that Morgana was off the scene, could Arthur be blamed for taking his chance with Merlin?

6. Everything by beckybrit Lenght: 5,970 Summary: Arthur wants Merlin to let go and hold nothing back. The result isn’t quite what he expected.

7. Arthur Pendragon and the Philosopher’s Sword by a8csock (ladysockalot), ladysockalot Lenght: 60,941 Summary: Arthur Pendragon was living a normal, mundane life, when he received a mysterious letter inviting him to the magical University of Camelot. Despite his scepticism before long he found himself being whisked of to a world of magic, mystery and destiny. His life would never be the same again.

8. Crisis Muffins by flowersheep Lenght: 2,334 Summary: Merlin needs to stop having crises at ungodly hours of the morning.

9. Meant to Be Heard by jessicamdawn Lenght: 4,768 Summary: Arthur Penderson meets the eccentric Merlin Emrys when he is twenty. While getting to know him, Arthur happens to hear strange things coming out of Merlin’s mouth when he isn’t looking but can’t figure out what they mean. Reincarnation fic.

10. Clouds On The Horizon by Diana_Prallon Lenght: 49,975 Summary: The Golden Age has arrived.It’s been three years since King Arthur Pendragon legalised magic once again in Camelot. Side by side, magical and non-magical folk have worked to rebuilt the land that was torn in the war against magic just as the King and his sister try to heal the rift between themselves. In times of peace, Albions prospers. Prosperity, however, brings a new threat to the land, one that Camelot cannot face without the aid of its allies. Meanwhile, Arthur and Merlin have to figure out how to live with each other now that there are no more secrets between them.

11. Sail Thou Forth (The Untold Want Remix) by fifty_fifty Lenght: 37,070 Summary: Trapped in a marriage of convenience, Merlin Emrys doesn’t believe in love at first sight - or true love at all, for that matter.That is, until he meets Arthur Pendragon, an extraordinary man whose courage inspires him to begin the career that he has always longed for, and in whose arms Merlin begins to hope for better things.But society isn’t kind to men like them, and both must overcome tremendous obstacles before they will be free to live the life they’ve been dreaming of.

12. Touch by autumdragon Lenght: 2,596 Summary: It’s not black. Not really. It’s more shades of blacks: constant silhouettes floating in and out of his vision. It’s all he’s ever known. Black. But then he meets Merlin. And he sees colour for the first time.

13. A Rose in Spring by daylighthour Lenght: 3,746 Summary: Merlin is fed up with doing all the hard work and getting none of the credit. When Arthur lashes out at him in a fit of anger, it’s the last straw.

14. Death Invades Camelot by yourrockyspine Lenght: 19,665 Summary: Camelot’s Police Dept. is facing a multitude of problems: A) A series of brutal murders in a small town. B) An exhausted DCI connecting said murders, much to the derision of his fellow officers. C) A homeless, petty criminal hoping to share his observations (and possibly land himself the DCI in question). D) The DCI’s half-sister, who senses someone is following her.

15. Silhouette by rotrude Lenght: 12,409 Summary: Though his father objects, Arthur wants to become a poet, not a lawyer. Moving from London to the country, he finds his muse, in more way than one.

16. The Sidhe Prince by Caite Roswen Lenght: 67,207 Summary: When Prince Merlin of Avalon visits Camelot, King Arthur is confident that everything will run smoothly. He does not expect to come face to face with a destiny that never was, or to find his most closely guarded secrets unravelling around him. Merlin disarms Arthur with his unexpected charm, lays bare his charade as easily as if Arthur’s whole kingship were made of glass, and accompanies him on a journey which will change Camelot forever.

17. The Door at the End of the Hall by tamerofdarkstars Lenght: 6,998 Summary: Sometimes, what the human mind perceives as reality is different than what is actually there. A debilitating virus has decimated the nation, turning people into vicious, bloodthirsty creatures, and for Merlin and Arthur, trapped in the complex they used to work in and racing together to find a cure before the worst befalls them both, the line between reality and perception is blurring.

18. M.E.R.L.I.N. by Lunadeath02 Lenght: 30,666 Summary: Captain Arthur Pendragon mail orders for a companion robot to keep him company and provide him with sex while he’s exploring the galaxy for unknown worlds; he didn’t plan on getting MERLIN.

19. Time’s Up by Detochkina * Lenght: 31,700 Summary: Is there anything in common between drugs and excellent grades? Or business and psychology? The answer is simple – in the world of big money a lot can happen when you’re bored to tears. Under pressure from his father, Merlin becomes involved in a strange relationship. At first, he can’t get out of it; on second thought – he doesn’t want to. “When they ask me in court how I got into this,” Merlin said slowly, trying to recover from the initial shock, “I’ll just tell them I was too busy snorting crack to notice. Think that would move them to tears?” Gwaine tossed his head back and laughed.”

*You’ll need to log in to AO3 to read this work.

20. To You I Pledge by beren Lenght: 45,009 Summary: Merlin lays his life on the line to save Arthur yet again, only this time there are witnesses, lots of them. Only Arthur prevents him going to the headman’s axe straight away, but Arthur alone cannot save him. That is up to both of them.

21. Learning by Touch by Capriccio Lenght: 802 Summary: Arthur might be a simpleton, but he’s not stupid. He sees the look in Merlin's eyes: soft and fond and sad, like he wants something he can't have. (Set during 4x12.).

22. One Sheet to the Wind by Capriccio Lenght: 753 Summary: Merlin is just a plain white sheet, happily drying on the clothesline, until a gust of wind tangles him with the arrogant blanket next door.

23. Where This Road May Go by batgurl88

Summary: Arthur is a royal who can’t remember his past. Merlin and Gaius are con-men, hoping to return Arthur to Uther for a hefty reward. Little do they know they have the real deal on their hands.

24. I Win. by Kitty_Kanneas Lenght: 4,476 Summary: At the summer faire in Ealdor, Arthur tries his hand at what he terms a 'peasant' game. When he isn't pleased with the outcome, he makes sure everyone knows it's just not really the way things are.

25. The Untold Want by Cookie Lenght: 18,572 Summary: Arthur Pendragon was the down-trodden son of the Duke of Camelot. After a break-down he goes to Cascades, a sanatorium, and begins to learn how to live his own life. That becomes even easier when he meets aspiring architect, Merlin Emrys.

26. Cold as the Wind Blows by arthur_pendragon Lenght: 1,780 Summary: Every year on the first day of spring, Uther lets Arthur and Morgana and the rest of the nobles and servants do as they please, just for the day - and this year, Merlin finds himself invited to the best picnic of his life.

27. Ydill by arthur_pendragon Lenght: 2,955 Summary: One serene day where they're all as happy as they can be.(In which Merlin and Arthur are abysmal at hiding their emotions, Gwen has a big heart for her friends, and Morgana does, too.)

Arthur/Gwen

1. Shatter into the Hope of Tomorror by Mara93 Lenght: 48,000 Summary: Arthur casts Guinevere out of Camelot for the treachery of his heart. When the true treachery begins, and his beloved Camelot is lit ablaze, he is forced away from his home. Without kingdom, his heart must face fate’s greatest fear.

2. Sound and Smoke by sneetchstar Lenght: 27,129 Summary: The newly-crowned King of Camelot gets some assistance in his rule from an unexpected source. With unexpected consequences.

3. Striking a Balance by sneetchstar Lenght: 75,807 Summary: Princess Guinevere and Prince Arthur are promised to one another as toddlers, but never meet again until their wedding day.

4. Growing Up with Benefits by scarlettpeony Lenght: 46,949 Summary: Arthur and Gwen have always been close. As children, they were secret playmates and as adults, they are secret bed-mates.

5. To You, An Admirer (Remastered) by sneetchstar Lenght: 6,376 Summary: When Guinevere and Arthur unwittingly exchange love letters not only do they fall in love but also their entire world is set to change forever as the Kingdoms of Albion teeter on the verge of war. Many obstacles stand in their way, especially once they come to the attention of King Uther Pendragon and Arthur’s aunt, the powerful Queen Anna Lothian. Elsewhere, Merlin tries to help Morgana decode a recurring dream prophesising imminent doom.

6. Be of Good Cheer by schweetheart Lenght: 935 Summary: Canon AU. Camlann is over, and Arthur reigns triumphant over Albion. Gwen basks in the beginning of Camelot’s Golden Age.

7. Here by loveandthetruth Lenght: 422 Summary: It’s barely past midday and there’s not nearly enough shade here to hide them but Arthur just doesn’t care.

8. Plus ca change (plus c’est la meme chose) by loveandthetruth Lenght: 35,649 Summary: Merlin’s hopes to have left the past behind come under fire when destiny intervenes and history appears to be repeating itself. Chaos and adventure ensue as Merlin tries to stop this story ending in the same tragedy.

9. The Moment I Saw You by sneetchstar Lenght: 62,777 Summary: “Hi, I’m Arthur. Will you marry me?”

10. Broken Shackles by AngryPurpleFire Lenght: 26637 Summary: An invasion on Camelot leaves everyone in shambles. Unlikely alliances unfold in hopes of rebuilding what has been lost.

11. Touch by sneetchstar Lenght: 7,259 Summary: After a car wreck, Arthur needs to see a massage therapist.

Gwaine/Merlin

1. Dust of Snow by AkakoDukes Lenght: 503 Summary: Merlin and Gwaine during the first snow of the season on their way to Ealdor. Fluff.

2. Discovery by Luthorchickv2 Lenght: 1,371 Summary: Arthur follows Merlin on an herb picking trip and discovers the source of Merlin’s good mood.

3. Riversong by ViridianJane Lenght: 402 Summary: Merlin’s hands are soaked in blood; poison seeps under his nails and turns his dreams against him. He’s killed with these hands. He’s held death between them and couldn’t bring himself to mourn when he felt nothing inside of him shatter. But Merlin’s hands are also loving.

4. A Type of Heaven. by leashy_bebes Lenght: 2,685 Summary: Gwaine has to be off doing knightly things. Merlin pines. But then "Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.” Canon future-fic.

5. The Gravity of Love by VTC Lenght: 9429 Summary: Gwaine zeroes in on the burdens Merlin seems to carry on his shoulders, and embarks on a mission to discover them and alleviate them. It does not go as planned, but it is so much more.

6. This is Just To Say by Heronfem Lenght: 4,510 Summary: Merlin can track all of his relationships through the books on his shelves.

7. Time Enough by CanaryPaper Lenght: 738 Summary: “I always feel like we’re trying to conquer time,” Gwaine whispers into the soft shell of his ear. Darts his tongue out for a taste.

Balinor/Hunith

1. Back To Where It Began by LittensTinyMittens Lenght: 818 Summary: After Kilgharrah has been sent away, Merlin takes his father back to Ealdor.

Gwen/Merlin 1. Kiss Me When I’m Down by sadpendragon Lenght: 937 Summary: We were each other’s first after all.

Freya/Merlin

1. The Love That Binds Us by rubberglue Lenght: 3,593 Summary: Camelot’s greatest strength was the love that connected her people. Nine snippets of love in Camelot.

Arthur/Gwaine/Merlin

1. Hidden Dragons by LittensTinyMittens Words: 103,388 Summary: When the Purge began, the Dragonlords fled to the mountains and created their own little society with the dragons. Merlin is born and raised with his family and his people, only learning of his destiny when he is 16 years old. No one knows how he will meet the Once and Future King, since these days leaving the mountains can be a death sentence. Lucky for him, the Once and Future King finds him, but to everyone’s shock, it is Arthur Pendragon. Merlin can’t help but feel drawn to him and is then tasked with the mission of teaching the Prince all about magic and their people. Along the way, they’re joined by a handsome traveler named Gwaine, and Merlin feels the pull of destiny with him too…or is it really destiny?

Gwen/Mithian

1. A Delicate Thing by freezerjerky Words: 1,569 Summary: Mithian comes in person to give her condolences.

GEN

1. A Mother’s Eyes by SheWhoStumbles Lenght: 1,598 Summary: It had been three years since the messengers had brought news to Ealdor of King Arthur’s death. It had been three years since magic was restored to the land and Albion entered her golden age. And it had been three years since Hunith had last heard from her only son.

2. Don’t Drink if the Mead Tastes Funny by KaterinaRiley * Lenght: 7,155 Summary: It’s all Arthur’s fault! Merlin didn’t want to drink the mead -it tasted funny- but oh no, Arthur just insisted that Merlin quit acting like a girl. So what happens? They get kidnapped and Arthur’s about to be sold as a slave, that’s what! It’s all Arthur’s fault.

*Canon compliant pairing and hint of slash, but they’re not the focus of the fic.

3. Testament of Weapons by shamera Lenght: 3,569 Summary: Four years and Merlin still had a hard time keeping a sword in his hand for more than a minute in a fight.

12. Problems by MayGlenn Lenght: 40,216 Summary: “Gwaine’s sixth problem, which may have been and always would be the greatest, was his complete and utter refusal—nay, inability—to accept help from others. It tied into his hubris, yes, a bit, and also his pride—for Gwaine had a great deal of pride, contrary to popular opinion—it was shame he didn’t have, which was different." Gwaine has had worse scrapes than this: he just can’t think of any right now. A boar hunt with the knights goes terribly wrong, but as things progress, it turns out that that’s the least of his problems.

Writers

1. AO3 user flammablehat

2. AO3 user triste

#merthur #arwen #merwaine #freylin #merwen #rare gems week #roundup #merlinwritermonth2018

20 notes · View notes

thegarrisonpublichouse · 7 years ago

Text

Hospital Bed

Hello!

This is a fic from a list of prompts I received from an Anon (thank you Anon <3). It's the first time I’ve tried anything Michael based and I’ll 100% be doing some more!

The Prompts-

6. Shh, you’re safe, I won’t let you go.

13. I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.

23. Shh, it was a bad dream… Just a dream, okay?

25. Please talk to me about it.

60. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.

62. Pack your shit and go! Get the fuck out of my sight! (I edited this one slightly as it didn’t fit the character)

113. “Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I don’t understand.

I think a part 2 is required where I may use the other prompts.

As a nurse, you saw many patients come and go through the hospital, but none had quite taken your eye like Michael Gray. He had changed the mood at the hospital, turning your shifts from dreaded to anticipated. He had come in a couple weeks ago in a critical condition after being shot. You didn’t know the full details of the event, but you knew that it was dangerous, meaning that Michael required 24/7 protection and a nurse with him at all times.

You were on the nightshift in Michael’s room, and you were sat by his bed entertaining yourself with a book that your father had bought you after his last trip to London. You glanced up at the clock on the wall and yawned, it was gone midnight and you had had an exhausting week, you just wanted to go home. Nightshifts were the worst, often you wondered why you did them. You looked down at your patient, taking in his structured face and also the way that his night-shirt was pulled taut around his biceps and pectorals. You smiled to yourself wistfully- nothing could happen, the matron had forbidden staff-patient relationships and was extremely strict in enforcing this rule.

Michael’s body started twitching and a muffled cry escaped his lips. His arms moved erratically and he tried to push himself up off the bed.

“JOHN!” he cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook, “JOHN!”

“MICHAEL!” you cry out taking a firm hold of his shoulders and trying to gentle shake him awake. “Michael, its Y/N, wake up.”

His eyes fly open and stare directly into yours, brimming with tears as he realised where he was and what was happening. He panted as reality took over, his eyes began frantically searching the room for something.

“They were here… I saw them… John.” he panted struggling for breath.

“You’re okay, Michael, no one is here,” you grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and offered it to him; instead of taking the tissue he grabbed your hand with both of his pulling you closer to him. The fear was blatant in his eyes. “Shh, it was a bad dream… just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” He looked deep into your eyes and saw comfort there. His breathing regulated and he lay back down in his bed.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as sleep took over his body.

A couple days later you were on the nightshift again, and, naturally you found yourself in Michael Gray’s room. Embarrassingly, all the other nurses seemed to know about your minor crush and they had worked their shifts in order to ensure that you were on the nightshift again.

Michael was asleep peacefully when you took over from your colleague and you watched him for a couple minutes before you yourself were lulled into sleep.

“Y/N!” A cry jolted you awake, Michael was gripping your knee, his nails digging in to your flesh.

“Michael! Shit. Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I had another dream… I don’t know what to do.” He stammered. You stood and took his hands in your own. You felt his suffering radiate through him, you just wanted to help him… so bad. You wanted him, so bad. How far could you help though without stepping out of line as a nurse? You were a nurse, not a therapist. You look at his face, his eyes gazing up at you. You exhale deeply and sit on his bed. Releasing his hands you grab a tissue and dab the sweat on his brow.

“Many of the soldiers from the war said that talking about it helped them stop dreaming about it,” you state, dabbing away at his forehead as his eyes stay focussed on yours. “Please talk to me about it. It might help.” Michael exhaled sharply grabbing your hands and placing them over his heart.

“You’re different to all the other patients here,” you murmur quietly to him, “I don’t want you to be a patient.” A sudden wave of confidence had come over you.

“Why’s that?” he asked smiling innocently at you, fear had evaporated from his face and had been replaced with mischievousness. He knew the point you were trying to make.

“The matron forbids staff-patient relations…” you murmur. “But if we manage to sort you out, Mr Gray, you will no longer be a patient. Talk to me. In fact, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me, Mr Gray, I will be able to tell.”

“I really shouldn’t, but, Y/N, your proposal intrigues me. If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, its in both of our best intentions that I heal up ASAP. ” He cleared his throat, stared deeply into your eyes and explained everything. Everything. In comparison to your life, his seemed like a Hollywood movie, and you listened intently, eyes widening with shock and brow furrowing with sorrow. Your hands remain enclosed in his and placed over his heart- you could feel it beating and could feel the slight rise and fall of his breathing.

His story left you both in tears. It seemed so unfair how someone so young had suffered so much, being taken from his mother, ripped from his home and family only to rediscover it years later. He had missed out on so much, and still didn’t feel like a true Shelby, despite his position within the company.

As he spoke, you found yourself curling up next to him, your hands still remaining on his chest, your head lightly resting on his shoulder, being careful not to put too much pressure on his injuries. He his story reached recent events, the death of his cousin and his injuries. He began to sob as he retold the story. It shocked you to see such a strong man break down like this, but your heart reached out to him, and you admired him for all that he had been through.

After he had finished his story, you lay side by side, his arms wrapped around you and your hands lightly caressing his chest. His sobs had stopped, but tears ran silently down his cheeks as he relived the events in his head.

“Shh, you’re safe, I won’t let you go.” You hold him close. In the back of your mind you could see the sun rising, your shift was ending soon. You could practically hear the matron’s footsteps down the corridor and panic began to settle: if she saw you like this, lying in the embrace of a patient you would surely lose your job. Your panic was quashed when his strong arms wrapped around you.

“Its morning, Y/N, does that mean you’re going to leave me in the hands of another nurse?” He looked down to you and smirked. Despite his jovial expression, you could see the pain behind his eyes. In that split second you made a decision, this job, this life was boring. You thought about how a life with Michael would be exhilarating. Fuck it. Who cares if the matron saw, you needed some excitement in your life, and maybe it was this man who would incite it. “I don’t want you to leave me, you seem to understand me,” he added quietly.

“I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again. I promise.” you find yourself saying, rather resolutely. You had surprised yourself with your boldness, but Michael’s influence brought it out in you. “Who cares if the matron sees? I have been wanting to quit this job for AGES anyway.”

“Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I just don’t understand!” He chuckled, causing your head to bob on his chest. “You’re very quick to make your decisions Y/N.”

“Your story has inspired me, I need to do something with my life Michael, this was meant to be a temporary job and already I’ve been here for five years”- you were interrupted by the doors to Michael’s room flying open.

Instinctively, he held you close in order to protect you from whatever danger was entering. At the same time, he thrust his hand below his pillow and pulled out a small shotgun and aimed it at the door.

“Y/N!” screeched the matron, her huge shadow blocking out all light from the door.

“I quit matron.” You say boldly, remaining in Michael’s grip. The matron’s body practically shook with anger, like a volcano she was about to erupt.

“Pack up your stuff and go! Get out of my sight! This is disgusting behaviour from one of my nurses!” She yelled as you rose from Michael’s bed. He held your arm tight as you attempted to leave, forcing your body to turn and face him.

“Go get ‘em, tiger, this is your chance,” He smiled at you. You smiled back at him. This was your chance, and you were taking it.

Thank you for reading, I definitely want to do a second part of this and include some more of the prompts.

Peace and Hugs xxx

138 notes · View notes

maraudersmessrs · 6 years ago

Text

Remus Lupin and the Prisoner of Azkaban--- Chapter 34: Recovering From Recovery

Ao3 link

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30 / Chapter 31 / Chapter 32 / Chapter 33 / Chapter 34

(Warning: another graphic description of the Change)

True to his word, he sheepishly made his way to the Hospital Wing after dinner, with more difficulty than it really should have taken which only drove home the fact that she was right and he was wrong, yes, thank you, he got the point.

Luckily, Poppy reported that Severus had agreed to bring the Relaxation Draught along with that day’s Wolfsbane potion, which, at least, relieved the worry that he would have to approach Severus in his own territory. Which was something that he had often made Remus do, claiming to have too much work to make a delivery--which may or may not have been true, though the truth was, not much could make an interaction with the man pleasant. It was just that, this month, he wasn’t sure his knees and flagging energy could make repeated journeys into the dungeon. After a quick once over, a vile tasting green potion for inflammation, and a short lecture that was full of words like ‘irresponsible’ and ‘function’ and ‘idiot boy’, he was released to ‘sleep, dammit.’ Which--to his credit, he thought--he obediently did.

Unfortunately, it didn’t help as much as it ought. The morning of the full moon dawned bitterly cold and merciless and it didn’t improve as the day wore on, nettling his joints with tiny glass needles that, when they weren’t stabbing, crumbled into some grating gravel that seemed to get stuck in the cracks and throb like nasty little embers. Grading was listless work, wrapped in his blanket at his desk and he often came back to himself staring out the window or into the flames in his fireplace while his hands resonated with a dull ache holding his quill. There wasn’t really an emotion that he could assign himself past ‘tired.’ Sleep was calling him but he knew this feeling, knew the muzzy twinge behind his eyes would grow into a pounding fog that would blur his thoughts for the rest of the day, rendering him utterly useless. He sighed and flexed his fingers, wincing as at least 7 different joints popped and pushed back from his desk. The intention had been to stand, but, instead, he sank further down into the blanket like some sort of turtle and found that, at present, he lacked any sort of motivation to go anywhere at all. He knew this was lazy and that he should be working. This knowledge bounced off him like a defective bludger.

A sharp rap came from the door. For a fleeting moment, he considered not answering, but, instead, straightened up with a more impressive crack from his spine, tried to look responsible--or at least awake--and called, “Come in.”

Snape opened the door, sour look evolving into a sneer when he saw him bundled up. “Aren’t we cozy.”

“Good afternoon, Severus.”

“I see you can’t be bothered to move yourself and that you need things handed to you like a child,” he continued as if Remus hadn’t spoken and thunked a goblet and a small corked vial on top of the stack of parchments. A small slosh of potion dribbled down the side and seeped into the essay on top.

For a moment, Remus simply looked at him blandly. Then, he said, “Yes.”

Snape scowled. “What?”

“Yes, you’re right. That’s what I’m doing.”

His scowl deepened in irritation, but he seemed unprepared for such a response. Instead, he shot a contemptuous glance around the room, tutted as if disgusted and stalked out. Well, you live in a dungeon so I’m not sure what you’re criticizing, his internal James voice muttered, which he ignored and set about to cleaning off the essay, belonging to Cho Chang. Unfortunately, he was able to take the liquid out but unable to repair the blotted ink. Scrawling a quick apology and an assurance that he could still read it on the bottom of her page, he reflected that he was lucky that what seemed the most effective course of action to ruin Snape’s fun and encourage him to leave was also the one the required the least amount of effort on his part; he would have to remember that one.

The Wolfsbane was absolutely repulsive, as usual, and he counted his lucky stars that Poppy’s anti-nausea serum worked so well or else he felt he would never be able to keep it down. After a few minutes, he also downed the clear vial Severus had left, hoping in a vague way that it was the Relaxation Draught and that the intent was for him to drink the whole thing and Severus had not conveniently forgotten to mention some sort of dosage size. It felt oddly...gelatinous and carried a strong taste of licorice, that meshed unfortunately with the meat-and-garbage flavor of the Wolfsbane. Successfully motivated, he rose and made his way back to his bedroom to hurriedly knock back another dose of said anti-nausea to head off the growing feelings of unease that were beginning to roil in his stomach, just in case. He doubted either potion would be effective if they came back up.

For a moment, it occurred to him to worry about possible interactions between all these potions, but then, a curious sensation began seeping through him, as if his shoulders dropped 2 inches, tension melting from his scalp and jaw, his neck, his spine. It was like a warm honey was slowly being poured over him. It was enough to make him sit heavily on his bed, glad he hadn’t been in the middle of actually going somewhere when it hit, for now he felt distinctly boneless and almost forcibly relaxed. In fact, the weariness that had permeated him all day now had no tension to battle against and suggested, quite reasonably, that perhaps it was easier to lay back instead of struggling to stay upright. Remus supposed this was true and sank back. He thought mournfully about the blanket he had left on his chair….

A sharp, vicious, and unpleasantly familiar stab in his stomach bolted him upright with a hiss of pain. Darkness lay over the room. For a moment, bewilderment gave him a distinctly displaced feeling, as if he had slipped out of time with no anchor as to when he popped back up. A small, but growing wave of panic was building deep within him; what time was it? When was moonrise? He began to fumble for his watch when another searing wrench doubled him over, leaving him gasping. Now. It’s NOW.

Lurching to his feet, he made for the door--don’t want to Change in here, it’s small, a safe place, a resting place--but the combination of pain and Relaxation Draught brought him to his knees, permanently. Something snapped, muted, wet. His breath was coming fast and harsh. It was like some sort of unrest before the storm, the beast within him unsure what this new, unfamiliar lack of tension was. Testing the waters. Then, the agony seized him, crushing and flaying and burning mindlessly. But slowly. Where each rip was usually sharp, it was now a long, languid tear, each bone bending, splintering, cracking before the break. A slow torture. Don’t scream, didn’t ward door, don’t-- Teeth clamped, viselike. Throat shredding. Copper on the tongue.

There was a pressure, a pulling. Everywhere clothes touched seared like acid. Insides liquifying. Endless. No sight. Was there screaming? Can’t hear. Twisting, gouging, peeling.. No floor, no anchor, just pain. Forever….

Flamed out eternity later, shuddering on the floor. Tangled in clothes misshapen, squeezing, half shredded. Panting, he unsteadily gathered his legs under him, splayed wide like a colt learning to walk. Still throbbed; it always did. Just when it began to fade, dawn would come...but long way away, now. Headache was still there. He had never been surprised like that; it was unbalancing, unsettling--he hated it. He shook himself ineffectively, pawed and wiggled and stretched and twisted until the clothes--or remains of them--were on the floor and not him. This induced relaxation was pairing with the after-Change ache and exhaustion like a particularly nasty wine; It was all he could do to clamber up onto the bed, collapse diagonally, ears laid flat. He couldn’t go out into the office, he wouldn’t. There had been no time to lock and ward the door and he was not safe, he was never safe, he was the monster and the rest of the castle was beyond that door, everyone he loved anymore. 2 doors would have to do. Exhaustion weighed down his edges and sleep did the rest.

As he lay curled up in the weak dawn light and wheezing after the pain Change back smacked him from unconsciousness for the second time in 24 hours was receding, Poppy slowly opened the door to his bedroom, looking white and shaken. More important than a greeting, something else had to come first. “We’re not doing that again, Poppy,” he slurred wearily.

She was silent a moment before saying, quietly, “Alright, Remus.”

There was a pause, as if she expected him to respond or elaborate but he was utterly wrung out, nothing but pain and breath strung tenuously together. “It’s much later than it should be,” she said just as softly as before. “I came to see how you faired with the new regimen and when I came in while you still were….” Trailing off, her mouth grew quite thin and she stared at a spot to the left of him, sightlessly. “I waited out in your office, til it was...quiet....I don’t think any of us actually can grasp what you go through, now, after seeing you Change. I don’t think we understand at all.” She paused again, for just a moment, watching him but he could offer nothing in response.

Moving measuredly, she sat next to him, feather-light touches briefly prodding, shifting, checking. It still hurt, but he would never let her know that. She smelled like soap and something warm. “It must have been the Relaxation Draught, maybe paired with your own overwork, but you should have been Changed back half an hour ago. Did it take you this long to Change last night?”

Remus made a vague, hoarse sound he hoped she took for affirmation.

“That must have been it--hsst,” she drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, gently pulling his right forearm out to see. It was smeared a brown-rust, an irregular crescent splitting the skin. The tang of it still lingered in his mouth and he grimaced.

Poppy cleaned it and his arm with a wordless spell and wrapped it with clean gauze produced from one of her many pockets, muttering “I hate that I can’t heal werewolf wounds. I hate it. What good is magic if it can’t help everybody?” She finished with a sigh, retrieved his pillow and tucked it beneath his head, and summoned his blanket from the office chair to drape over him. “Sleep now, love.”

“Been sleeping,” he mumbled.

“Probably because you needed it. I’ll let Dumbledore know to find someone to cover your classes.”

“No, I--” he tried to sit up, but only managed to twist his shoulders uncomfortably, to which Poppy only tucked him in more firmly.

“Rest. Remus.”

Despite the warning in her voice, he felt a hand stroke his hair. Everything, including his scalp, still hurt as if it had been unzipped and dragged through a ringer, but the brush of her hand rolled a wave of relaxation through him nonetheless, some sort of childhood response of soothing. It had been more than a decade since anyone had done so--had it been his mother? Da? Before the War, then. Despite every hair follicle complaining, his eyelids drooped lower with each smoothing motion until sleep, the hungry beast that it was, swallowed him.

It had taken him a full 2 days and a Pepper Up potion to recover and return to a somewhat regular sleep schedule, just in time for another boggart lesson with Harry. As much as he hated to laze about in bed, he was grateful for the respite for it allowed him to actually function as a human adult. Well...not human, but as near as he could manage. It had taken him a full day to actually leave bed, and when he had, he noticed there was a light layer of wolf fur dusted across the sheets from where he had lain during the Change. Repulsed, he’d used his new, unsteady energy to tear them from his bed and stuff them in the trash. When he had returned from breakfast, they were gone, fresh, dark green sheets tucked neatly in. It was not often that he thought of how much House Elves did around the castle, but that day, he made sure to make his way down to the kitchens and drop a quick word of thanks that they graciously rejected as just doing their duty. He resolved to do so more often.

Physically, he was on the mend. His headache had persisted, a low-grade angry cotton feeling, but it wasn’t too bad, comparatively, though his recovery time was not at all what he had come to expect from the Wolfsbane potion. Both Poppy and he had firmly agreed that the Draught had been a mistake, one they would not repeat. It had been a more physically and mentally jarring Change than he had had in a while and it had taken a lot more out of him than he had anticipated. Though he had been forced to admit that he hadn’t been taking care in how much he did and how close to the full moon he did it, he was anxiously waiting reentering castle life. Harry’s lesson was the first step.

The boy seemed a bit wary of him when he first walked in--probably still thinking of the sharp response to his question about Sirius, as he was--so Remus made sure to smile broadly at him, taking the chance to half-sit on a desk as Harry was, conserving what little energy he could. “Hello, Harry. How has your day treated you?”

The boy shrugged amiably, then stifled a yawn on the back of his arm, “Long. I’ve got Quidditch practice most days, so a lot in the evenings. Oliver’s running us ragged.”

“Aiming for the Cup, I take it?”

His face split into a grin, “Always.” Oddly, he glanced at Remus’ face a bit furtively, then down at the leg of the desk the boggart’s case rested on. “I, er, wanted to say sorry if I upset you, y’know, last week.”

Remus was already shaking his head. Kind boy. Relief and warm affection washed through him; all was not lost, despite all else, he hadn’t ruined their time together. “Think nothing of it, Harry. I’m sorry I got terse; it...surprised me and I was quite tired.”

“Me too...I wish I was learning faster,” he said, an irate look passing over his face.

Remus laughed. Lily had been the exact same way when she wasn’t a prodigy the first time she tried a spell, despite the reassurances that she was near the top of her class--though Harry didn’t hold that title, his drive was obviously just as keen. “I’ve told you, Harry, this is an incredibly advanced spell. If it makes you feel better, you’re catching on faster than I did when I first learned it.”

His looked up at him in surprise, dark eyebrows raising. “Really?”

“Yes, it took me weeks to produce anything at all, and that wasn’t even with the effects of the Dementors on me.”

Harry looked a bit heartened by the information. “Where did you learn it?”

“Oh,” Remus said airily, turning to unlock the case. “An old Auror friend. There were more Dementors, er, free range back then.”

“Oh,” Harry looked dubious. “That sounds horrible.”

“It wasn’t pleasant,” He admitted, then diverted, “Are you ready to start?”

Harry nodded, sliding off the desk and drawing his wand unprompted. “Yeah, I suppose we should. I’m ready.”

“I’ve brought plenty of chocolate frogs and another premium Honeyduke’s bar, so at least we have that to look forward to.”

The boy nodded again, steel already in his eyes as he held his arms up in a ready pose. “Alright.”

#uh well okay. i meant to get to more that chapter but it decided it was done so #remus lupin and the prisoner of azkaban #ficlet #mine

9 notes · View notes

i-write-about-anything · 7 years ago

Text

Little Beta(s) Chapter 26

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader, Derek Hale (younger and platonic) x Reader

Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 -25

Reader’s POV

When I opened my eyes once more I couldn’t help but notice Liam peacefully sleeping next to me. Derek had also been asleep while he sat on the chair on the other side of me and I couldn’t help but to think that they hadn’t had enough sleep in the past week. I ran my fingers through Liam’s hair and he flinched just a bit before snuggling closer to me. I did the same to Derek who didn’t even bulge but had a small smile on his face. Scott wasn't in the room and I couldn’t help but think that he was mad at me for leaving him and the boys. I knew I shouldn't have been thinking about it but he wasn’t in here and that’s the only thing that had came into my mind. “Mom.” Liam’s voice softly spoke and when I looked at him his eyes were still closed. “Mom.” He repeated in a saddened tone that made my heart break. “Please don’t go mom.” He spoke once more and a tear slipped out of his eye and I instantly wiped it from his face.

“Liam, honey.” I shook him but he continued to cry in his sleep and it was worrying me. “Liam.” I put his face in my hands not caring if I was in pain. “Liam, open your eyes.” I spoke softly and when he did his yellow eyes glowed for a second before they faded.

“Mom.” He whispered and I sighed.

“How long?” He looked down and bit his lip. “How long Liam?” I repeated and Derek’s eyes shot open as he stood up.

“What happen?” He wiped the drool off his face and I closed my eyes. “What’s going on?” His eyes moved to Liam.

“Give us a minute, please?” I asked Derek who nodded before he left the room. “Are you going to answer my question?” Liam shook his head and got up from the bed pacing back and forth.

“I don’t want to talk about it, not right now.” He spoke before leaving the room and passing Scott on the way out. Scott looked at me with a questionable look and I sighed as he looked at Liam.

“Can you go talk to him? Please?” Scott sighed and nodded not saying a word just closing the door as Derek stepped in. “Hey honey.” I gave him a small smile and he smiled back as he walked towards the chair and sat down.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? Do I need to call a nurse?” His eyes searched around and I placed a hand on top of his.

“Honey, calm down, I'm fine.” I smiled. “How are you doing?” He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair.

“Better now that you’re actually talking to us, I guess.” I frowned and bit my lip. “We all missed you, Liam hasn’t been sleeping. Neither of us have actually. There’s more hunters after us.” I sighed and closed my eyes.

“Have you guys been safe?” He nodded and I smiled.

“I missed you mom.” He looked down and I placed my hand under his chin and picked it up.

“Hey, I'm here now, I was stupid to ever leave you guys, I'm sorry.” He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “What’s wrong with Liam?” Derek’s eyes closed and I could tell he was focusing on hearing something.

_______

Liam’s POV

I sat on the chair in the waiting room with my head in my hands, I didn’t want to talk about the nightmares or the problem shifting simply because last time one of us shifted mom left us and I couldn’t have that again. I heard a throat clear and I looked up to see dad. “What’s going on?” He spoke not wasting anytime.

“I don’t want to drag anymore werewolf problems on mom, she left us last time.” I admitted and he sighed.

“Liam, she’s not going to leave, I promise you, you can’t just shut her out. Tell me what’s going on?” I sighed and looked down.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping, and shifting, again.” I bit my lip and dad sighed.

“Show me your hands.” I sighed and looked down before opening my first revealing the intentions of my claws on my palms. “It happened while you were sleeping?” I nodded and dad grabbed my hands. “What do you do to stay focused on not shifting?” He asked and I grabbed the headphones around my neck.

“Mom’s voice. But it’s not working.” I sigh and dad smiled.

“It’s working enough. What about the nightmares?” I look at him and bite my lip.

“They’re mostly about loosing mom, that’s why I can’t sleep.” I looked down and he sighed bringing me into a hug.

“You slept last night, that’s a start.” He spoke and I shook my head.

“I nearly shifted in my sleep dad, I could have hurt her if she didn't wake me up.” He pulled away and grabbed my shoulders.

“Liam, you’re not going to hurt her.” He sighed. “Look your mom cares about you, way too much, just talk to her about all of this, she’ll understand, don’t push her away because you’re scared. I know it’s not something to gloat about but your mother has gone through so much worse. Now let’s get back in there and enjoy her being back with us, you are happy about that aren’t you?” I nodded.

“Of course I am.” I said and he smiled.

“Great, come on.” He started walking to mom’s room and I could hear her small laughs as he opened the door. “It’s nice to hear your laugh.” She looked at dad before looking at me and extending her arm.

“Liam, come here.” I looked at Derek who moved out of the chair and stand behind it.

“Come on man, she’s not going to bite.” Derek spoke and she laughed making a smile spread over my face as I walked over to her and grabbed her hand.

“You okay?” Her smile was still on her face as I nodded. “Good, now which one of you is going to tell me why you wanted to rip dad’s head off?” She raised her eyebrows and I looked back at dad with a worried look before she giggled and rolled her eyes.

___________

Reader’s POV

After a whole week of being in the hospital I was ready to be released, if it were up to me I would have been gone the first day I woke up but Scott wouldn’t let me leave, he insisted that my stitches were going to open and he didn’t want that happening. After he told me that Liam wanted him to change me we had a big talk letting them know that no matter how bad I was I never wanted to become a werewolf, Liam didn’t like the news at first but he eventually agreed to disagree. None of them had have a good sleep in the past two weeks so they were pretty excited to get back into their own beds, Scott had been the one to sleep next to me on the tiny hospital bed so he’d been fully rested. “Mom, you ready?” Liam smiled at me and I could see the small bags under his eyes.

“Yeah, more than ready.” I smiled at him as he and Derek helped me out the bed. “I don’t really have to go on the wheelchair, do I?” I looked at Melissa and she gave me a stern look.

“If I don’t get you into this wheelchair I won’t hear the end of it with these three.” She pointed at all the boys and I laughed shaking my head.

“Well then I guess the wheelchair it is.” I sat down and flinched when I tapped my wound with my leg.

“Are you okay?” Derek was the first one to ask and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I'm fine. I love that you guys have been so worried about me but I'm going home, it’s time for me to start worrying about you guys now.” I smiled at Derek and Liam as Scott came into the room.

“You ready?” He smiled and I groaned.

“Everyone keeps asking me if I'm ready but I'm still here.” I must admit I was cranky but it’s only because I was tired of being in the hospital and I didn’t want to be in there much longer. Scott chuckled and came behind the wheelchair as he started to wheel me out onto the car.

“I think it’s best if I go back to school, home schooling is going to be too much work for both of us and I kinda miss hanging with Mason.” Liam spoke looking down at me.

“Are you sure?" I looked up at him and I wasn’t going to lie, I was terrified to send him back.

“Yeah, plus Derek will be there, dad will be there, maybe even you?” He asked and I knew that if I didn’t return I wouldn’t be able to send him back.

“Yeah, okay, yeah.” I nodded. “We can go back once I'm all healed.” I smiled and he smiled back. Scott stopped in front of the car and I immediately stood up before they could even begin to protest anything. “Ya’ll ready?” I smiled and they all shook their heads while getting in the car. Once Scott was driving I couldn’t help but glance at the boys in the backseat who were slowly falling asleep. “My poor babies.” I sighed and Scott chuckled.

“They’re teenagers.” I glared at him and he smiled.

“I don’t care, they still look for me when something is wrong, they’re my babies.” I smile at Scott who smiles back.

“Yeah yeah. I’m glad you’re back, with us. Our house isn’t the cleanest right now but don’t worry about it, me and the boys will clean it.” He started and I put my hand on his mouth.

“You’re gonna let them sleep first, look at them, they’re exhausted.” I looked back at them and they were both leaning on each other for support as their mouths released small snores. Once we got to the house I shook them both but only Liam woke up.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing he said before rubbing his eyes and getting off of Derek.

“Yeah honey, we’re home, let’s get you to bed, yeah?” He nodded and he grabbed my hand as we walked into the house and I could immediately see the mess Scott was talking about. I ignored my sudden urge to clean and continued down the hall and into Liam’s room. He quickly moved to his bed letting his body fall into it and I giggled shaking my head.

“I love you mom.” He whispered before closing his eyes and I smiled as I brought a cover to cover his body and kissed him in the head.

“I love you too.” I sighed and walked out of his messy room and closed the door seeing Scott carrying a sleeping Derek in his arms. I couldn’t help but lightly giggle knowing Derek was going to hate us for teasing him about it when he wakes up. I followed Scott into Derek’s room not surprised that his room was also messy, what the hell would these boys do without me. Scott laid him on his bed and I looked at him as he snuggled into his pillow and I smiled up at Scott before we went to out own room where we too fell asleep.

____________

tags; @leslieandjensen @hirafth @neptuneluek @lydiasbxtch @adellyhatter-blog @nxthing-lasts-fxrever@letmebecomeataboo @cloudchaserr @nerdyowlbookfreak @xcastawayherosx @k-baileyy@scotttstilinskii @therealmrshale @thesuperkpopfan @queen–glitch @my-body-is-not-a-temple @mutifandomgirl

190 notes · View notes

sidgenoangstfest · 7 years ago

Text

Prompt Masterlist

Thanks so much to everyone who submitted prompts! We have so many and I hope that one (or more) of them inspire you! Below the cut is a masterlist of all of the prompts from the form/google list. They are separated by AU and Non-AU. The two prompts pertaining to AO3 warning topics are posted separately.

Non-AU Prompts

1. Geno ends up leaving to play in the Olympics, but Sid does the good boy Canadian thing and stays and then Russia wins and Canada not only loses but loses badly and media starts blaming Sid and Geno doesn't know how to make it better

2. Future fic: Sid and Geno had some false starts, could never really get their shit together -- maybe Sid wasn't ready to get married or have kids, maybe Geno really couldn't reconcile living as an out gay man and be committed to his country. Geno retires before Sid, goes back to Russia to raise his family, and try to forget that Sid might have been the love of his life, that he chose country over seeing what could have been. Sid either retires or, for maximum angst, suffers a career-ending injury (not a concussion, maybe, that's even too much for me!), and goes back to Halifax where he continues with his hockey school, get his history degree, billets some kids in the Q, and tries to be okay with being alone. Geno and Anna get divorced but are still close; Sid tries to date some but just can't make a connection. When Nikita is 16, he's drafted to the Halifax Mooseheads of the QMJHL, and Sid volunteers to billet him. He calls Geno to make sure it's okay, it's the first time they've talked in literally years, and it's awkward and terrible and neither one of them know what to say or want to hang up. Nikita says yes and he comes to live with Sid. Cue Sid and Geno dancing around each other from afar, Sid having to see the evidence LIVING IN HIS HOUSE that he couldn't give Geno the thing he wanted, which was a marriage and a good Russian son, and Geno having to get regular updates on the alternate timeline he told himself he didn't think about anymore, Sid and his son under the same roof, puttering around the house and skating on the pond in Sid's backyard, Sid speaking his terrible, flat Russian. Geno comes to visit, uhhhh, I don't know, more emotional shit happens, lots of hurt feelings and UST and then they finally work their shit out and Geno moves back to America and in with Sid and they give it a go and are happy and content but because this is an angst fest the last twist of the knife is that Nikita gets drafted to the Flyers and Sidney is devastated and Geno laughs in his face for five days the end.

3. Sid and Geno as fuckbuddies who are both super emotionally invested and probably in love with each other but both assume the other is just in it for the sex. They break up about 80 times and keep falling back into bed together, each one promising himself THIS TIME would be the last time. They're making themselves miserable along with everyone else who can very clearly see the issue but neither of them can. Lots of sex followed by emotional turmoil rinse repeat

4. I want a good old fashioned Canadian shack fic with a snowed-in plot twist. Maybe during bye week (I think the 2014/15 season would be a good brewing ground for this kind of plot) Sid and Geno rent a cabin somewhere in the Canadian wilderness to decide once and for all where to take their on-again/off-again love affair that spans nearly a decade by now. (Could also be that they've been tip-toeing around their attraction to each other for a decade, unsure whether or not to ever do anything about it.) It's probably not the best time for it. The season isn't going well. They're both worn and exhausted, maybe battling injuries, and predictably they have a fight not long after arriving that ends with Geno (could be Sid) taking off in the middle of a snowstorm. Whoever is left behind has some regrets about what was said when the wind and snow picks up and they're beside themselves, worrying about the one who left. Eventually whoever left comes back, maybe in the car, maybe by foot, and they end up snowed-in together in their Canadian shack. (They're millionaires, it's probably not actually a shack.) Ideally, they resolve their problems (or at least start to work on them) and decide to live happily ever after but I'll leave that up to the writer.

5. Geno's contract is up and Sid doesn't know if he's going to re-sign or go somewhere else (can be future fic or when his bridge contract ended in 13-14)

6. Sid has a big gay crush on Geno and is Not handling it well.

7. Something about Olympics and the political tension.

8. I'd love to see a fic that explores the dynamic of Geno being so emotionally romantic and occasionally dramatic (seriously, he rented an actual tiger for Anna's birthday) and Sid being so stoic and intensely private about his love life. Their differences in personality seems like a great brewing ground for romantic misunderstandings. 9. Ideally features Sid making a grand romantic gesture of some kind.

10. post-loss h/c

11. This isn't really a prompt but PINING. I want all the pining. One of them or both being absolutely convinced there's no way the other could ever love them back. Could be any kind of setting. Fuck buddies. Arranged marriage. Fake dating. Best Friends. ABO.

12. Tournament angst. Olympics for max angst, Worlds for a notch down. Sid and Geno very tentatively start fooling around shortly before said tournament, and Canada’s victory throws a wrench in the emotional works. Lots of sneaking around and feelings.

13. Breakup fic. Geno was ready for kids, and Sid wasn't. Now, Geno's with Anna, she's moved to Pittsburgh, they're both glowing, and Sid's at a low point in his career and is filled with grief and regret. He asks Geno for a second chance, and Geno tells him Anna's pregnant and it's too late. Make me cry.

14. "There have been a lot of changes to the team this summer and the Pens core is never going to be the same and gosh, we're thirty and I'm afraid our best days are behind us" Sid/Geno style. Semi-realist angst. Bonus (but unnecessary) "you're the only constant in a sea of change" type resolution.

15. Lockout separation!! G going back to Russia, and Sid staying in Pittsburgh to mediate, long distance relationship angst!

16. Retirement, "we went our separate ways without telling each other how we feel"--type stuff

17. “I thought things were going great.”

18. Better late than never

19. Sid visits Geno in Russia for the first time since they started getting together, and Geno's awkward about it because internalized homophobia and also Russia's homophobia, and it strains their relationship.

20. in the midst of a great season (and great for him personally), sid vanishes. after the season is done, geno receives his call, and goes to find out what happened.

21. cheating. Just--cheating.

22. One thinks the other is cheating/one thinks the other wants to break up, so they decide to bite the bullet and break up first. authors choice whether or not the communication happens during the break up or days/weeks/months/YEARS after.

23. amnesia fic!

24. Sid overhears a phone call and mistakenly thinks Geno is moving back to Russia/KHL/whatever you want. So he starts to pull away and be cold and distant and this upsets Geno a LOT. And Sid obviously. And generally everyone is sad... until it gets sorted after the team throws him a going away party and then afterwards everyone is happy and S/G fall in love. (I'm thinking they weren't together at first but honestly if anyone wants to write this... they could maybe be a couple. Makes it more angsty!)

25. Geno wants to come out. Sid doesn't.

26. a story about outing, and maybe with some time travel?

27. Pet death.... :( hurt/comfort. Maybe later on, adopting something small and fluffy together.

28. Russia recalls its players, forcing them to choose between leaving the NHL or giving up Russian citizenship.

29. Post-retirement, they meet again at the Olympics, Sid coaching team Canada and Geno on team Russia's staff. They haven't spoken in almost a decade.

30. Unrequited? Sid has a girlfriend that he's talking about marriage with. Seems like it's time for Geno to move on.

31. They've been fuck buddies for a while now, but Sid can't take it any more. Geno makes one joke too many about his booty call and Sid calls it all off.

32. Where they've been broken up for a while and maybe one of them has juuuust started to move on and then they start spending a bunch of time together again for reasons and see all those things in each other that they loved and miss. Just so much sadness and bittersweetness and nostalgia. Doesn't have to end up with them back together necessarily.

33. something to do with Sid having anxiety? I feel like a lot of his rituals and stuff could really be seen as coping mechanisms, and it's be interesting to see if maybe that impacts his relationship with Geno, or if Sid's afraid of it impacting his relationship with Geno.

34. One of them confesses feelings for the other. The feelings aren't mutual.

35. You know that pic from worlds 2015, where Sid is sitting in the locker room and looking (really beautiful and) like he's holding back tears? What is an angstfest-appropriate backstory to that? Is it maybe linked to Sid's not-so-stellar start to the 2015-2016 season too? (Initially I thought about this from Sid's POV, but Geno's could also work really well!) [NOTE FROM MOD: https://sidsass.tumblr.com/post/163755745701]

36. G gets engaged. Sid goes off the deep end.

37. Citing his wish to avoid permanent damage following repeat concussions, Sid "quietly" retires at the beginning of the '17-'18 season on the condition that G gets the C. The reality is that his exhausted from harboring his unrequited feelings AND from G not getting the recognition he deserves. He officially passes the baton but otherwise avoids seeing or talking to Geno and gradually disappears. Years down the line, G finds out the truth.

38. Sid starts exhibiting psychological/behavioral symptoms of post-concussion syndrome. This puts a strain on his and Geno's relationship.

39. Forced outing (of either of them or both) leads to homophobia from both fans and teammates and potentially disastrous consequences

40. One of them wakes up in 2012 again

41. Sid and Geno are fuck-buddies until one of them is outed. The other has to choose - come out or don't come out. And figure out their feelings about each other (can they weather this storm or is this the end of their friendship too?)

42. Geno is forced to go back to Russia for Secret Angsty Reasons. He tries to keep in contact with the team, but eventually they grow further apart until the only contact they have is through social media. Fast forward 10 years, Sid is retired and goes on holiday to [place], where he finds Geno, and Secret Angsty Reasons become not-so-secret.

43. One of them is injured in a potentially career-ending way

44. One of them is outed by a teammate

45. Internalised homophobia

46. Fake relationship where one of them is in love but the other isn't

47. Sid finally makes it to Russia with Geno...for Geno's wedding ceremony.

48. Sid gets a concussion and seems like he's recovering well...except he doesn't remember his relationship with Geno. They had just gotten together, everything still really new, and they hadn't told anyone because Sid insisted they wait until after the season. So Geno has no one to turn to, has to act like everything is fine, even though his heart is breaking because Sid is treating him like nothing more than a friend. More angst potential: Sid dates around! Someone on the team definitely had figured it out and now Geno's wishing for when he was dealing with it alone because the pity is even worse! Geno slowly realizing that maybe Sid did this to himself because he didn't want to ever come out and his brain took the opportunity to erase their relationship before he was in too deep! Just put Geno through absolute emotional hell.

49. Destined to kill each other and there is no love will redeem the other option here.

50. The fallout of their divorce. What now?

51. sid learning how to be less than perfect

52. set before and during the 2023-24 season. sid and geno aren't together but both are privately thinking they should finally make a move. then over the summer geno (who signed a contract the year before that ends at the same point as sid's, so they can retire together) is traded to a team the pens only play once or twice a year because the pens have salary cap/roster problems (I know he has a no movement clause, let's say they didn't put it in the new one for some reason). cue a LOT of pining and separation-induced sadness. angst and stress. pretending not to be as cut up about it as they are. etc etc. maybe they have an emotional/dramatic reunion on ice, maybe one of them is injured and the other is horrified but can't do anything, maybe both... basically how sad can you make pining while still making a happy ending, or at least a hopeful ending

53. Everyone always says how good Geno is at not being bothered by Sid getting all the accolades. How chill he is. How content to be out of the spotlight. How secure. That's... really not how he feels, and there's a point where it gets to be too much.

54. They do the coming out thing so they can be together properly, after keeping it secret from pretty much everyone for years, and the irony is that *this* is the thing that finally fucks up their relationship.

55. Geno never returns from his summer in Russia. Everyone becomes frantic looking for him but he’s not found. It remains a mystery and life goes on. Time passes, Sid still plays and the team still wins games but even after the grief has subsided, there is an ache deep in his chest that won’t go away. Sid *misses* Geno, doesn’t think he’ll stop missing him, doesn’t really understand why he hurts this bad. One day, Geno returns [insert random hockey magic here], Sid is an emotional mess dealing with it.

56. Hotels as liminal spaces. Sid's been hooking up with Geno in hotels in various cities where they play. But it doesn't feel real, so it's not real...right?

57. Reunion fic after a bad breakup (that was due to legit conflict that was both people's faults).

58. Dubcon ritual sex for the good of the team. Maybe Sid and Geno weren't together before this?

59. Professional hockey is indentured servitude, basically slavery. Sexual relationships between teammates aren't allowed, but that doesn't always stop them from happening. At first Sid and Geno are just finding relief in each other from all the pressure, but it turns into more.

60. Unrequited love, written from the POV of the one not pining.

61. AU-canon divergence: Sid put love and dating on hold to focus on hockey. He meets a cute guy while out to team dinner. They get dessert. Geno gets a little jealous.

62. Geno had asked Sid to wait for him to be ready. Not while he was so new to the team, he said. Not while the team was so unstable. Not while they were on the brink of a Cup win. And then he met Anna, and things happened. Geno moved to Russia when he retired, and he and Sid only saw each other at the draft, the World Cup, and now, the Olympics.

63. During the lockout, Sid followed Geno to the KHL. He hadn't thought having to hide their relationship would be so hard.

64. Ovie invites Sid to his wedding. Sid goes stag. Geno pines from afar.

65. canon divergence: the concussion specialists told Sid he'd need at least a year to recover. He goes home to Cole Harbour. The team struggles without him.

66. As much as I love homophobia free!NHL or a NHL with minimal homophobia, the reality is probably a lot less sunny. So, both Sid and Geno aren't out (except maybe to close friends), they're both very careful, and they know to never, ever get caught. Except, after the SCF, they're high on their win and get drunk and kiss each other, and somehow there are photos and somehow the photos are leaked. A shitstorm ensues.

67. one of them is battling an addiction to painkillers as a side effect of so many chronic injuries, and it's affecting both hockey and relationship.

68. Sidney and Geno are happily married and looking to start a family. They decide to foster a little boy (or girl, whichever) they meet at the little penguins hockey program (he's like seven or so) after finding out that his foster family is physically and emotionally abusing him. They do their best to try and help him, but things get overwhelming when trying to balance their careers and raising a child who has faced so much psychological trauma already. Then things get worse when the child's father is released from jail and fights Sid and Geno for custody of his kid. ((preferably nothing super explicit trauma wise, but i would like for there to be heavy emotional moments because the kid has been through so much and is a little intimidated by two very big and very strong pro hockey players. and sidney and geno love kids and don't want to fail this sweet child that is under their care. and i would like for the ending to be happy if the author is ok with it.))

69. sid and geno are in a friends with benefit situation where geno thinks theyre dating but sid just thinks theyre friends with benefits

70. Sidney gets another concussion, but it knocks him out cold on the ice, and he wakes up blind and with amnesia. Geno is shattered because hasn't Sidney been through enough? Geno offers to take care of him, but their relationship is so rocky now, and he was ready to propose to Sid when he got his concussion. Preferably a happy ending, but whatever floats the author's boat is fine with me.

71. Around the time Sid and Geno retire, Geno divorces his wife. He and Sid finally get together after all these years, but haven't really told anyone yet - in particular, not Geno's near-grow kids, because the relationship is new and Geno doesn't know how they'll take it. And then Geno gets pregnant.

72. Sid really IS a baby-snatcher/kidnapper, and Geno finds out. Ideas may include how Sid came to be like this, how he did it, how often (was it just once, multiple times), did he get caught by people other than Geno, what were the consequences (is Geno okay/not okay with this, does Sid do something to protect "his" child, does law enforcement get involved, etc.). Also for consideration: what about the child's/children's perspective(s)?

73. Sid and Geno have been fuckbuddies for over a year, except Geno thinks that they are in a relationship. Geno has spent the last month planning the perfect proposal only to find out on the big day that Sid is dating someone and wants to end their arrangement. Maybe Sid realizes his mistake and fixes it or maybe it's just too late for Sid and Geno.

74. "Hey, G, this is Chris", Sid says, and the man whose back Sid's palm is resting on reaches out for a handshake. He's almost Geno's height, with sandy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Geno's stomach does something it's never done before. He doesn't want to shake this guy's hand; he wants to tackle him to the ground and punch his lights out. Or: Geno, has a Revelation about his feelings for his captain. (G's relationship status can be anywhere from single to married with children depending on the level of angst/conflict/potential resolution)

75. Sid loves wearing makeup and girl's clothing/dresses. However he's scared of telling Geno, afraid that he might call him a freak or break up with him. When he does eventually tell him, Geno tries to be supportive but feels a little off about it. However during one particular game during the Flyers, Giroux or Simmonds says something incredibly offensive about Sid and it makes him feel extreme insecure about himself. After the game he's completely shut down and won't talk to anybody and actually starts throwing away his feminine clothing and makeup. Would Geno be able to push away his own feelings about it and tell his boyfriend he's beautiful no matter what, or would he just let Sid to whatever he wants and not let himself be who he is?

76. Sid and Geno have sex once when they're both really young and Sid isn't being dramatic when he says it's the best sex of his life. He figures the feeling was mutual and that at the very least him and Geno could continue to hook up. But afterwards Geno avoids him Anne is super distant and when Sid finally tries to talk to him Geno says "was bad sex don't want to think about it. Nothing else to say" and Sid is kind of devastated because that means HE Was so terrible in bed that Geno feels awkward about it. Cut to years later when it drunkenly happens again and Sid has been practicing for years to make sure he's perfect for Geno. Geno brushes it off again and Sid is like, no no no I know I'm good in bed why do you keep lying. And then Geno confesses that he wasn't ready to be in a mlm relationship when they first had sex and he's still unsure but he loves Sid and doesn't know what to do. Cut to feelings and getting together

77. One of them - let's face it probably Geno - does the grand public romantic gesture thing to woo Sid and, because RL appropriate behaviour is different from the stalker-level shit that gets romanticised by pop-culture, Sid is actually kind of unnerved and pressured and maybe even a little humiliated by how public it was and pretty unhappy about it. Basically they are in different genres, e.g. Geno is in a hollywood romcom and Sid is in an indie drama or psychological thriller :p ;).

78. Sid and Geno make a sex tape that ends up getting leaked. It doesn't show their faces and people don't really know it's them but the shock is enough to send Sid into a spiral of fear that people know that he's gay and that gen bottoms and basiclly internalized homophobia. G tries to comfort him but sid lashes out and they break up. Yadda yadda yadda hurt comfort no more sex tapes

79. Sid has to retire from hockey because of an injury and geno comforts him when he's crying about it. Super angsty and fluffy

80. Sid and Geno have a friends with benefits situation, but Sid, who was in love with Geno for a long time before they started hooking up, thinks they're getting serious. He doesn't know it but Geno is seeing Anna at this time, so when Geno mentions the 'person he's dating' to the team he's talking about her but Sid thinks he means him. He overhears Geno talking to someone like "do you think I should propose?" and gets very excited — until Geno introduces Anna to the team as his fiancee. He thinks he's been dumped but then Geno still approaches him for sex and Sid doesn't know how to say no. So Sid has an internal crisis because he's helping Geno cheat (if you want it can be revealed that Geno and Anna had an open relationship and Geno's just very bad at communicating that to Sid). But a part of him also wants Anna to find out, because then maybe she would break it off with Geno…

81. One of them was previously in an abusive relationship with another man, which the other doesn't know about because they were closeted at that time. They get triggered by something seemingly innocuous the other does, leading to explanations & hurt/comfort.

82. Anything following Sid's POV as Geno gets married and has kids.

83. Pining where they don't say anything because they both think the other is straight, and then a different guy on the team comes out (just to the room or publicly — your choice) and one of them winds up having sex with him, which the team finds out about. (Thin hotel walls?) So the other now knows he's not straight, but thinks he's in a relationship with the third person.

84. You don't stop loving something just because it's hard, Sid said. Well - what happens when it doesn't love you back?

85. One of the reason's Geno has been able to - sooner or later - shrug off those international losses and refocus, while playing on the same team as the avatar of Canada's success over Russia, has been his unshakeable belief always in next time, next time. With NHL players now firmly closed out of the Olympics, and Geno on the other side of 30, he's looking at that "next time" quite possibly being "never", and it's a hell of a hard hit.

86. Geno didn't actually want to leave Metallurg for the NHL; the bribe is Sid, in some kind of arranged-marriage/bond/etc situation. Perhaps Geno doesn't - ever? - know Sid's only in it out of obligation/responsibility.

87. Geno gets mugged, and it rocks his identity/self-image.

88. It turns out that while Sid's a good friend and a great captain, he's a terrible boyfriend. Geno worked so hard to get them here, and now he doesn't know what to do.

89. Their problems in the bedroom aren't staying there.

90. Pictures of Geno kissing a man in a gay bar are leaked somehow. It goes badly with both Russia and the Pens.

91. You know how there are the fics where one person has this kink they're all ashamed of, and then the other person helps them feel okay about it? I love those, a lot, but what if the reveal just didn't go well at ALL? Like, daddy-kink slips out and the reaction is flat-out shock, or they like a little feminisation or lacy knickers and their partner is just uncomfortable and embarrassed about it?

92. Insomnia as a concussion side-effect; they're hardly sharing a bed any more because of the restlessness.

93. One of them is having a hard time getting/keeping it up, or has a much-diminished sex drive (could even be set a few years in the future so it's an aging thing) and they have to figure out how important regular good sex is to the relationship. Maybe one of them decides it's not gonna work anymore.

94. Sid becomes paralyzed from the waist down in a bat hit gone wrong (the hit can be from the Flyers, Capitals, or whoever you want) and it shatters Sid completely, thinking he's never going to play hockey ever again. He starts to become severly depressed and starts lashing out at everybody, especially Geno, who's trying his hardest to be there for Sid. Both of them start to slowly become distant and they separate for a while, but Sid's depression gets worse and Geno is incredibly worried that Sid might do something to himself so he comes back. Cue to support from the Pens/NHL, angst and fluff, Sid and Geno getting back together and (hopefully?) Sid being able to start playing hockey again.

95. Sid and Geno are drafted by different teams (one is still a Penguin though, obviously). They first meet at World Juniors and realize they are "hockey perfect" late one night when they can't sleep and find each other practicing on the ice. Sid jokes that maybe they'll be together in the NHL but the draft doesn't work out. Geno comes over the same time as real life, and they meet again at the ASG in 2007 (get together then too). But it's Actually Serious that they're together. It's totally forbidden and both teammates/orgs/their families would be outraged. It's basically jeopardizing their careers bc they compete against each other, and it's Not Cool. Basically, Sid feels a ton of pressure to be the best, and Geno brings out his best on and off ice, but they can't be together. Obviously they sneak around when their teams meet and it's pretty reckless, but they are overwhelmed by each other. I just want forbidden love and Sid feeling pretty isolated/under a lot of pressure. Also, the Olympics is pretty much the best time of their lives, and there's a lot of sex bc of course.

96. they lose a child (can be their only child or not)

97. sid's pov with supercut by lorde (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yL0MtGXNFIk) as the jumping off point - maybe it's during their relationship, maybe it's after. up to you if they get a happy ending or not (and if that happy ending includes them together or not)

98. Person X is invited into Sid and Geno's recently-opened relationship, possibly with a view to them being more involved with one than the other. They're maybe younger, a little naive, but definitely super into the whole concept. Until they realise that actually, Geno and Sid are not the good stable relationship they thought, that they're kind of a hot mess, and that they're in danger of being turned into someone's emotional escape route.

99. Geno never left Russia, Sid comes over after the Pens fail to win a cup

100. Sid/Geno accidentally get outed

101. Sid is asexual (but not aromantic). He's in a relationship with Geno and Geno finds out after they've had copious amounts of sex. He's pissed Sid hadn't told him. Sid tries to explain that he doesn't particularly like sex but he doesn't mind doing it. Geno is not in any way mollified. Sid tells Geno he can sleep with other people if he wants to. Up to you where it goes from there.

102. After years of dancing around each other, they finally get together and it turns out they're sexually incompatible. One wants to compromise, the other doesn't see any viable option other than going their separate ways.

103. They get together. It doesn't work out. Now they have to work together every day and be on a team together and do promotions together and try not to leak feelings all over everyone in the immediate area. Spoiler: they do and it's ugly.

104. AU where something happens that leads to one of them getting traded

105. Post breakup fic- maybe they get back together? Maybe they just have sex and then realize it still can't work

AU Prompts

1. Sid and Taylor are orphans, they live with Mario after Sid was drafted. Cue Geno and his family trying to be a surrogate family to Sid & Taylor

2. One is a hockey star, the other is a reporter. The reporter spends a lot of time digging around, getting little details of the hockey star, writing a massive indepth story along the way and ends up falling a little bit in love. The hockey star resents the reporters invasion into his life and definitely does not feel the same.

3. AU where Sid and Ovechkin are royalty and betrothed in a purely political marriage, and while they are friend they’re not romantically interested in each other, and both alphas so no progeny will come from their union. As part of the arrangement, as their countries need an alliance, they’re gifted with an omega - Evgeni Malkin. Noble enough to be socialized as a gentlemen, but not high ranking enough to marry a prince himself, and as he’s Russian it’s determined that Sid should be the other father, to mix the bloodlines properly. However, at first Sid didn’t want a concubine, was fine in his loveless marriage with Ovechkin, at least until he saw Geno. So there is MAJOR MISCOMMUNICATION, where Geno thinks Sid is just doing this out of duty and not love and Sid thinks Geno doesn’t like him, even hates him.Geno goes into his first heat and is worried because the contraceptives he is secretly taking don’t work during heat and Sid can tell something is up so he doesn’t knot Geno and as a result Geno thinks he isn’t even worthy of Sid’s knot and MORE miscommunication and angst. And then there’s gossip about Geno’s lack of fertility, and oh no is it Sid? Which Geno can’t stand for, so he decides that he’ll get pregnant even though it’ll mean Sid never touches him again. And eventually he gets pregnant and then more stuff happens and then happy ending.(Feel free to change this and make it your own, obviously)

4. Age difference AU. Preferably with Geno being older and Sid being younger.

5. Apocalypse wow! When the world ends Sid is in Canada and Geno is in Russia but Sid isn't going to go out before he does the thing he's been psyching himself up to do for literally years, so he packs a bag and decides he's going to walk to Geno if he has to. I don't know what kind of apocalypse it is, maybe it's a super virus or a zombie kind. Either way, it's terrifying and sad and we follow Sid as he realizes not only might he never make it, but he might die alone and/or horribly, but also most of his friends are already dead, and he has way too much time to reflect on his life and what he did and didn't get to do. Bonus if it's open-ended, him trudging through snow, at the end of the road in Moscow, half-dead on his feet, gets to Geno's apartment, lifts a hand to knock, but we don't get to see the door open. We never see him die, either, but we can't know WE JUST CAN'T KNOW. (The emotional resolution is that he's come to terms with himself, just to be ultra lit-class about it)

6. Noir sidgeno au where sid is a hard boiled detective and geno is the femme fatale

7. Cold war spies.

8. A becomes a vampire and B has to console them because all A ever wanted was to have their own kids, but now that has all be ripped away from them, so B stays with them and holds them in their arms as A cries

9. period/fantasy au - sidney is royalty, and geno is not (or vice versa!)... after years of slowly falling in love with the castle's stablehand (aka geno), sidney's parents force him into a political/arranged marriage. sidney and geno still see each other, but when they are caught, because of laws or anything else hand-wavy, geno is meant to be executed.

10. One of them is haunted by the ghost of the other. Ending options: the ghost passes on after they resolve whatever it is they stayed around for, or they other figures out how to bring him back (cup magic could be useful here!)

11. Romeo and Juliet au - I guess it could be a flyers au, but I'd love to see a historical setting.

12. a bowerbird au where Sid collects all his trophies to seduce people with them. he doesn't actually care about winning just seduction. winning just happens to be the easiest way to seduce people, so he works it. Sid doesn't have time for losers, only winners, but his obsession with winners comes back to bite him. he's so focused on winning/seduction, that he doesn't realize it's destroying his relationships with those around him.

13. Sid and Geno are both omegas. They're only playing in the NHL because they're as good as they are. Falling in love with each other is a complication they don't need and also against all social mores.

14. Sid is an alpha and Geno is an omega. They both want each other, but Geno is already under intense scrutiny as the only omega (or one of the only omegas, if you'd prefer) in the NHL, and he doesn't want to get involved with an alpha. Angst ensues.

15. A wishbaby AU where wishbabies come from the Faerie realm, and you can only keep them for seven years. After the seven years are up, the child goes back to Faerie. But this is Sid and Geno, so they go into Faerie to find their child. They're successful, but it's the Faerie realm, and a price has to be paid. One of them has to stay behind for seven years to pay the debt. Twist: time moves differently in Faerie, and when the seven years are up, he comes home to find out that in the human world, seven times seven years have passed. Extra twist: once you've spent significant time in Faerie, you don't age the same way you normally would.

16. Either Sid or Geno wakes up as a girl one morning. This is a very unpleasant experience.

17. Sid and Geno have sex, and Geno gets pregnant. Geno is in love with Sid; Sid likes Geno but isn't in love with him. Geno wants to get rid of the baby (or adopt it out), but Sid wants to keep it, because he's always wanted kids, and even if he isn't in love with Geno, he's still going to be a father. (Sid falls for Geno too, eventually.)

18. Star Wars AU where Sid is a Senator and Geno is a Jedi around the fall of the Republic.

19. The one where their kid's swapped for a changeling

20. Time-travel trope, feel free to reverse the parties: a younger version of e.g. Geno shows up, and there is infidelity with older Sid. Older Geno does not take it well. Which maybe finally explains to Sid why, sometimes, Geno has seemed to get angry at Sid for no apparent reason, because he absolutely remembers this happening, and resents himself for not thinking it was a problem (because they're together in the future, right? so young, so stupid) and Sid for cheating on him, and himself for staying when he knows this is going to happen. Does he hope it won't? Does he just love Sid too much to not take every moment he can? Maybe they fix it with threesomes. Maybe they do not fix it.

21. One of them's infertile, and nothing available in the fertility industry does a damn thing to fix it.

22. Look, Cup magic isn't all it's cracked up to be, okay. Things can get... unpredictable. Unpleasant. Sid and Geno get off scott free the first two Cups, but it turns out all that wild magic was just biding its time until they won their third.

23. Geno grew up being bullied for being a werebear, and it's made him a defensive asshole about that part of his identity - very Do not Handle, Do not Touch. It takes him a long time to let Sid in.

24. girlSid didn't really have body issues (it was just a body, what mattered was what it could do) until Geno started dating Anna

25. Accidental pregnancy; whoever is pregnant eventually gets an abortion.

26. lady with the pet dog au! geno and sidney are both married and meet while away on vacation without their spouses. what begins is a passionate affair that starts as sex and infatuation but ends with a deeply rooted love. they both return to their homes only to find that they both live in the same city and must brave facing each other in their social circles without exposing their affair. bonus points if it's a period piece and if Geno feels the same guilt Dmitri felt at the end of the story.

27. GOT-esque AU. Geno is a bear-lord from the Kontinental kingdom of Drachma & Sid is a powerful mage from the North eastern part of Drachma, as well as Geno's most trusted advisor since they were teenagers. Geno became infertile (male speaking) after a witch cursed him for trying to bring both a dead child back to life using blood magic. He was severly devastated and has nightmares about deformed, monster-like children in place of the innocent ones he'll never have. He also takes his frustrations out on Sid, cruelly saying slurs about mages/witches whenever he tries to talk to him. Sid is hurt by these comments, but takes them in stride, knowing Geno is just upset. Years later, when they are in a relationship, they try for children and no infertility spells work, until Sid reveals that he himself was working on for years and they can finally have children to be the heir to Geno's kingdom. (Please let Sid be the pregnant one!)

28. Royalty AU. Sid is taking Geno to visit Sid's family and gifts him with jewels and other trinkets for him to wear. To Sid, these jewels represent not just their class system but are a sign showing extreme love and gratitude to consorts. However, to Geno, where he comes from, this is a sign of being something like that of a prostitute. So the more jewelry Sid decorates Geno with, the more Geno believes that Sid is just using him to be a bedwarmer. Geno becomes colder and more distant towards Sid, dressing himself up and acts like he IS a prostitute to Sid and his family's confusion. Sid snaps and finally confronts Geno about his feelings. SO MUCH MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND MISCOMMUNICATION!!!

29. Sid is so wrapped up in the hockey life that he never has time for dating, and when he does, it usually never works out well. So Flower, Tanger and Duper hire an escort who goes by the name of Zhenya as a "surprise" for Sid. Zhenya, whose real name is Evgeni "Geno" Malkin, escaped from Russia in search of a better life in America, but things didn't go through all that well. When he arrives at Sid's doorstep, Sid is of course angry but slowly gets over it once he sees how cute Zhenya is. A single one-night stand turns into more than what Sid bargains for. Zhenya is falling in love with Sid and sees him as more than a client, but Sid doesn't want to get attached for fear of getting hurt and distracted from hockey. Cue tons of angst, miscommunications, and (hopefully?) a happy ending.

30. College AU where they meet their sophomore year. Geno has a somewhat serious girlfriend but doesn't tell Sidney. Sidney finds out that he's "the other women" and confronts Geno about his cheating by breaking up with him. Sid ends up giving Geno the cold shoulder for months until finally Geno corners him after class and confesses to Sid that he had tried to breakup with the gf before but she wouldn't let him, he met Sid and instantly in love so he didn't even think of the girl he no longer like, he also broke up with the gf after Sid left him and has been trying to get back with Sid ever since

31. Both alphas. They have to find alternative partners during their rut/heat, because when they try with each other, violence overtakes sex - the first time it was pretty bad; the second time they tried to maul each other (they'd taken precautions e.g. back-ups who could separate them); they're not risking a third time. Coming back to your partner after marathon sex with someone else, knowing you can't ever have that with them.

32. Zombie apocalypse. Sid's been bitten, and he hides it just long enough to make sure Geno gets to safety.

33. Always a girl AU where they're playing in the NWHL or the CWHL, and they're on different teams.

34. Geno is cursed by a witch so he can get pregnant, but doesn't know it until he and Sid have sex. He always wanted kids, but not like this.

35. royalty/arranged marriage. modern or historical.

36. Sid is pregnant with Geno's baby, but manegment doesn't take it well

37. Teen pregnancy au

38. They get telepathically bonded for hockey. And end up hating each other.

39. their soulbond has broken - writer's choice as to why (suggestions: too many injuries, they have a fight and one of them has it broken intentionally, they spend too long too far apart)

40. Geno is an omega and the usual omega angst that goes with that ~

41. One of them from our universe falls into an a/b/o universe and doesn't get back, or vice versa. Maybe omega!Geno falls into our world, but is still an omega (which means he has to try to hide his heats with no medical support), or maybe he falls into our world but isn't an omega anymore. Body horror, xeno-type scenarios, mpreg... :D

42. The hockey gods require a lot of sacrifice to get to the level Sid and Geno are at; now they're asking either Sid or Geno for more than he's willing to give.

43. Soulmates in a doomed reincarnation cycle

44. Time loops

45. Geno is stuck in a time loop from the beginning of his career to the end. Think Magical Girl Madoka, Homura specifically.

46. One of them is deeply closeted falls into an AU where they got together sometime back. Twist: he never gets back to his own time, and meanwhile the other party figures it out and is mourning his "real" boyfriend.

47. Cup Magic happens after Sids day with the cup after winning back to back. Sid gets sent to Mario's house but in 1992. People are shocked at how this guy is built and how fast he is on the ice and how he won't shut up about hockey when Mario brings him to practice one day. Neither of them know why Sid was sent to the past and can't figure out what the lesson is but snippets of scenes between Sid and Geno show so much UST and hesitation. Sid seems to retreat even more because locker room talk is even more brutal (why are you so good? Steroids?? )and homophobic than it is now. Sid starts to become miserable and lonely and does confess to Mario about his feelings for Geno and Mario is shocked but kinda figures the way Sid talked about Geno and asks how gay people are treated in Sids time. After a while he realizes he could have Geno in his life if only he was a little braver. And he's so heartbroken he might have missed his chance and he does come back to his time. He talks to geno about what happened to him and Geno is so upset Sid has to go through all that alone. they do eventually live happily (please) ever after.

#hockey rpf #angst fest #sidgeno

55 notes · View notes