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toyybox · 4 months

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Spiderwebs #24: Heather Performs A Lobotomy

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content: lab whump, captivity, immortal whumpee, organ stuff, drugging, needles/injections

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Heather knew he was asleep, one afternoon, barely moving to breathe and curled up tightly under the blanket. She shook him, but he didn’t stir. She had given him the drug a few minutes earlier under the guise of another painkiller. When she shone a light in his eyes, he did not react at all, and she was certain she could proceed with her work.

Keeping him awake, while effective in sending a message, was inconvenient for dissections she actually needed to have done. Heather had mostly worked on cadavers during her education. Cadavers did not plead or beg and, most importantly, they kept perfectly still. For this, she wanted to be precise.

She placed him on the dining table, with a tarp underneath, then tied her hair back and pulled on her gloves. She was curious to see what was under that skull of his—the brain, that is. It would be a difficult procedure to enact. Permanent damage was possible, of course, and she simply didn’t know how to go about it. Saw through bone or dig through the back of the eye? It would be good to have samples of brain tissue, but cutting through a skull was much more complicated than simply pushing under the soft parts of the face. And, anyways, it was better to start with something small before she got ahead of herself.

Heather steadied the needle over his face, as she pried his eyelids open with her other hand. She wasn’t exactly sure how quickly an injury like this would heal. He had recovered nearly instantly from the bullets. He didn’t seem to change much after burning to death, either.

The needle slid easily behind the curve of the eye. She remembered the way her psychology professor had described it: severing a connection of nerves, and therefore severing some part of the self that acted and was able to feel. It blunted a part of the soul. Although this was not the time to be superstitious; such theological concepts would be of no use to her. She was getting distracted.

She hesitated, then pushed the needle in.

Something gave way underneath it. She winced. I definitely hit something… Something wet and yielding had been punctured. Or cut. And that was all she needed to do. She slid the needle out, watching as a thin line of blood pulled off its underside like spit from teeth. To ensure the effect would last, she pushed the needle into his other eye.

Jackie shifted. She nearly dropped the needle.

He was tensing up, moving, waking up. I must have given an incorrect dosage. It was always a risk, when some drugs did nothing at all for him, and others would only work in lethal amounts. He opened his other eye. His gaze moved slowly, unfocused as it passed over her.

She pried the needle out. A bit of blood speckled his face, but he didn’t react.

“I have a headache,” he said, slurring the words.

“How much does it hurt? One to ten.”

He shrugged. He tried to get up from the table.

She clicked her tongue and gently pressed him onto his back. “No. Stay there. There’s something I need to do. You won’t move, right?”

He didn’t look pleased, but he didn’t move either.

Luckily, she had guessed this might happen, so she had already prepared lidocaine to administer local anaesthesia. It wouldn’t put him to sleep, but it would numb him. She placed the injection above the side of his neck, below the jaw.

“What’s your favourite colour?” she asked as she pressed down on the injection.

“I don’t have one.”

“Really? I thought you would.” She removed the injection. He’s coherent, she thought, and he’s answering my questions, but he doesn’t seem to be reacting appropriately to the situation. Jackie usually didn’t like the idea of surgery. Either it was the drugs, or she truly had damaged some part of his brain. That’s still a minor cut, though. I want to see how a fatal injury would heal.

While the anaesthetic took effect, she prepared her scalpel, the drill, and the electrical bone saw. Jackie stayed quiet and still for his part, which she was happy to see. When she cut the skin open and drilled through the skull, eventually cutting it away, he didn’t even wince.

She reached into the inward valley of his skull and inserted the saw into the centre of the frontal lobe. It was incredibly difficult to cut out. The knotted pink flesh healed almost immediately. Nevertheless, she managed with some time and a lot of splattered blood, after which she placed the halved organ into a large glass jar.

Even cut out of him, pressed against the glass, it was reforming, albeit not as well as it should have been—becoming misshapen against the walls of its container, running out of space to mold with and soon slowing down its growth. She set the jar down on the kitchen counter and shook her wrist out. Her arm felt sore already.

The tarp shifted and crackled behind her.

Heather spun around to see Jackie sitting upright, touching his newly-healed head and glancing at his unbloodied palm with mild curiosity.

“Don’t—” She marched over and seized both his hands. “You’re a terrible patient. I told you to stay still.”

“Sorry. You shoulda tied me down, doc.” He still seemed to be mostly out of it. It was a fairly powerful concoction of drugs, after all. He gave her a loopy, puppy-dog grin, smiling despite the severe head wound like the big idiot he was…

She smiled back—then she immediately turned away from him. I can’t give him the wrong idea! Ruining my work the first chance he gets. He thinks he’s hilarious, doesn’t he? “I was being nice by forgoing the restraints, but I’ll keep that in mind for the next experiment.”

“What’s that jar on the counter?” he asked, leaning forwards. “Wait, I’ll guess—”

“It's none of your concern.” She picked up her notebook and pen and wrote a few things down. “Now, Jackie, I know you might not be in your right senses after all that. I need you to listen to me carefully and answer my questions to the best of your ability. I cut out a significant part of your frontal lobe. In a typical human being, this would result in death, or at least unconsciousness.”

“But I’m special.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. We don’t know if the damage is permanent yet. I’ll start with testing your memory and such. What’s your last name?”

“What’s a last name?” he asked innocently.

“Don’t play games with me.”

He batted his eyelashes.

She sighed. “If you behave, I’ll give you a lollipop.”

“My name is Jackie Rockwell,” he said. “Twenty-one, born and raised in the States, about five-foot-seven. There are eighteen groups in the periodic table. The smallest land animal is the Etruscan shrew. Level, racecar, and radar are all examples of common palindromes.”

“Smartass.”

“Chienne.”

“Cabrón.”

“I’m still waiting for my lollipop, doc.”

Pequeña comadreja. Silently, she pulled out a lollipop from her pocket and handed it to him.

“Thanks,” he said, tearing the plastic off. “You were saying?”

“Right. As I was saying, I think it’s safe to assume the removal of brain matter did not affect your memory or speech. Your nervous system doesn’t change when it heals. I was afraid—” She stopped herself. Heather knew he would be fine. He always recovered. She had already set him on fire, and he had survived even that unscathed. It was just a shallow worry, nothing worth putting words to. “In any case, I’m glad that went over without any complications.”

“And what if something went wrong? Would you not care?”

“Nothing would…” She glanced at him. He had stopped smiling. This wasn’t a joke, apparently. “You don’t seriously think I would have let that happen, right?”

He shook his head, and his voice was sunny again. “No, you’re right. You’re completely incapable of making mistakes. I should have known. Why did I even bother to ask?” He sat up and got off the table. “What’s the time?”

“It’s half-past eight.”

“Well, I’m exhausted from doing nothing all day.” He held the lollipop like a cigarette between his teeth. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yes. I’ll take you to your room.”

Still, she was a little put-off by his sudden distrust towards her. There was something almost caustic in his cheerfulness. Maybe she was overthinking that. He was probably just acting out to get attention, the same as always. She decided to push it out of her mind and focus on other, more immediate issues.

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#whump #lab whump #whump writing #my writing #Spiderwebs toyybox #immortal whumpee #I have been seeing a lot of lobotomy-related things lately and I was inspired #yayyyy #🧠#for context Heather speaks Spanish but Jackie doesn't #Jackie speaks French but Heather doesn't #benefits of being bilingual I guess ?#I wanted to write something more lighthearted but the next chapter will be a lot more plot heavy #I'm sure they will be fine haha don't worry about it

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bacchant-of-dionysus · 1 year

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Listen up, anyone considering egg freezing!

As of right now I am curled up with a cup of tea and a heat pack, recovering from surgery. So I thought I’d give you an overview of my experience as a trans man getting my eggs frozen to preserve my fertility before going on testosterone.

Why did I do it?

We never know what the future holds. While I doubt I will detransition, ever want to be pregnant or become infertile, there is a possibility of all three of these things happening. Preserving my eggs means I can still have children, no matter what happens.

I have a beautiful partner who preserved her sperm before starting estrogen three years ago. She only did it at the request of her mother, thinking that being seen as ‘fathering’ her children and watching her partner go through pregnancy instead of her would be too heartbreaking and distressing for her to cope with. She thought she would just adopt. After a couple of years of hormone therapy, she became more comfortable in her body, and is now desiring to have children with a partner - specifically me.

After meeting my girlfriend, I realised it wasn’t that I didn’t want kids; it was that I didn’t want kids alone, and I couldn’t imagine anyone ever loving me enough or loving someone else enough to have children with them. That all changed when I met her. I want to have children with her.

When it comes to adoption, only 1 in every 30 couples looking to adopt gets to adopt a child. This number is even lower for queer couples in my country. It is also now illegal to adopt from many places overseas due to corruption in the adoption industry.

I considered fostering, but after learning about the high rates of Aboriginal children taken from their families and placed in the care of white people, disconnected from culture, country and their people, I was horrified. 2% of the Australian population is Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islander, yet over 40% of kids in foster care are Aboriginal. We are not past the Stolen Generations. Every year we apologise for something we are still actively doing to these kids and their families. I will play no role in that.

There is a part of me that wants biological children. It is present in many people and isn’t something to be ashamed of. Adopted children are absolutely their adoptive parents’ children. But I suppose there’s a part of me that wants my kids to inherit some of the things I love about my partner. I know this sounds selfish, but that is what love does to you sometimes.

Even if I did decide to go down the road to adoption, I don’t believe I am qualified to raise a child with severe trauma. All children who are taken from their families, even for the right reasons, are traumatised. Every child who feels abandoned is traumatised. I am disabled as it is and need help myself. Taking on the responsibility of raising a child who needs specialised support is something I would prefer to avoid if I can. Obviously all pregnancy comes with the chance that your child will have extra needs or accomodations, but I want to give myself the best shot at being a good parent that I can. This means waiting until I am absolutely stable and in a position to raise a child, and giving my child the best shot at being healthy.

What made me consider not doing it?

The dysphoria that the process would bring made me reconsider. I knew I would have to have a period first, then go through a series of hormone shots that simulated early pregnancy. I knew my breasts would get sore and that this may prevent me from binding. I knew that I would become bloated and almost look pregnant. I knew I would have extra estrogen, a hormone I did not want a lot of, running through my body.

The general side effects, disregarding gender dysphoria, were not going to be fun either. Bloating, nausea, soreness, mood swings, increased emotional sensitivity etc are not fun to deal with for anyone.

The likelihood of even finding a surrogate was low. Paid surrogacy is not legal in Australia, so it would have to be what is called ‘altruistic surrogacy’, or someone who chooses to carry the baby without being paid (though their hospital bills are covered by the parents). My best shot at a surrogate at the moment is my own mother, but she is turning sixty this month. Many people I know or who are in my family would be at risk of suffering complications from pregnancy and I absolutely do not want any harm to come to the person who chooses to do this for us.

The scans were an inevitable but horrible reality. These scans, as it turns out, can be done trans abdominally if you push enough and go through doctors until you find someone willing. I did not know this. All my scans were trans vaginal. These scans feel invasive and can be painful, especially if you haven’t experienced penetration before.

A timeline of my experience (with the occasional picture):

Day 1: stopping Slinda.

The first day of my treatment I stopped taking my birth control pill. This had been stopping my periods for over a year.

Day 2-30

I felt horrible. It was like my system was being flooded with poison. I cried. I wanted to kill myself. My dysphoria was terrible. Around day 30 my period finally came, but it was weak and there was never a day of full bleeding. So we started toward the end of my very short cycle.

Day 1 of hormone shots:

I went to the pharmacy with my partner and a kind lady explained everything we needed to know about the injections I was going to take. We were given three types of medication: overleap, orgalutran and a trigger shot. The overleap stimulated the follicles, causing them to swell. The orgalutran prevented the eggs from being released. The trigger shot was to release the eggs. I took my first dose of overleap that evening, then again at 10am the next morning. I took overleap at 10am each morning for around 30 days. I started on a dose of 75mls, as I was young, healthy and fertile, and they didn’t want to risk OHSS (ovarian hyper stimulation syndrome).

Day 7:

By now I was feeling pretty awful. The stabs weren’t too bad, but they stung occasionally. My partner injected them for me. I had started the orgalutran by this point. I had my first scan, which I had to travel an hour and a half for. The doctor doing the scan was male and not particularly sensitive to my situation. I shut down and cried afterwards and wouldn’t have sex for a week following due to severe genital dysphoria.

Day 14:

I had my second scan. This time it was with another male doctor who was much more gentle and kinder than the first one. I felt far more comfortable with him. The eggs still weren’t big enough.

Day 18:

I had my third scan, which was with the same nice man as before. I got the bad news via a phone call: my eggs weren’t responding to the medication, and they thought I should call off the shots and start again next cycle. There was no way in hell I was doing that, so I asked for another option. They said they could increase the dose of Overleap to 150mls. I thought about it for a while, and spoke with my mum, dad and partner for their opinions. In the end, I decided to double the dose and push on. They said in that case I would need to come down to be scanned by my main doctor, who worked in a city four hours from my home town.

Day 21:

we drove four hours to the city. By this time I was extremely bloated. We managed to do some nice things, like go out for dinner with my parents and try out a bagel place. I bought myself a new sweater, a wooden vest, and some fun socks.

Day 23:

My doctor scanned me for the fourth time. The eggs were responding well to the medication, but only two were big enough to retrieve. She thought I should wait another week and come down again, and hopefully they should be able to retrieve at least five eggs. She clearly thought we should start the whole thing over again because ‘I can do better than that’, but I was adamant that if this failed, I wasn’t trying again.

Day 27:

I began to question again whether any of this was worth it. I just wanted to end the process and move on with my life. I didn’t realise how close I was to the finish line. Every moment felt like hell. I was bloated and emotional and sore and I just wanted it to end.

Day 29:

We drove to the city again. This time we didn’t do anything fun. My girlfriend had to pull over halfway there and get picked up by my mum. She was exhausted and hadn’t been sleeping well from the whole process.

Day 30:

I was scanned by the doctor again. This time, it was immediately clear that my ovaries looked different. She counted ten on one side and didn’t bother to count the other side. I was ready for surgery the next day.

Day 31:

I went to the day hospital at 7:45am. My girlfriend wasn’t allowed in the waiting room with me due to Covid, so I was alone. As I was filling out my sheet, I noticed my gender had been marked as female. I asked if they needed my biological sex or my gender. As it turns out, it didn’t matter at all. I wondered why they bothered to ask if it was irrelevant.

In the nurse’s notes, a handwritten sentence was bolted with pink highlighter: ‘REFER TO AS MR [surname].’ I was glad they were trying, especially considering how gendered the surgery itself was.

I got changed into my cap and gown and a pair of grippy orange socks that I got to keep.

I then waited until the anaesthetist came to speak with me. He was slightly odd and a little abrasive, but I ignored this and made sure not to mention that my dad was an anaesthetist too. I felt like that would probably get us off on the wrong foot.

In the operating theatre, there was the same pop music playing as everywhere else in the hospital. The anaesthetist put a needle in he vein of my elbow, which I believe contained propofol. This wasn’t a general anaesthetic, just heavy sedation. They put an oxygen mask on my face. The last thing I remember was one of the doctors attaching a brace like prop for my legs to sit on. I don’t remember actually putting my legs on it.

It felt like no time had passed when I woke up. I assumed I was still in theatre until I was told otherwise. I vaguely remember having a weird sex dream. My dad tells me this is the propofol. My nose itched. The nurse laughed and blamed the fentanyl.

I was unusually chatty and bright, but my stomach hurt. They gave me some endone. This took the edge off.

They gave me a large triple choc cookie, some tea, and a glass of water. The first thing they told me was that hey managed to retrieve 28 eggs. I was ecstatic. I texted my girlfriend, mum and dad immediately.

Later, they told me that of those 28 eggs, 15 were mature enough to freeze and 3 more were almost mature enough and had been frozen too. I had essentially done two egg collections in one, and was at risk of OHSS. My girlfriend picked me up and drove us to the accomodation.

Day 31-33

Over these past few days I’ve been sore. It’s difficult to move without hurting my belly and lower abdomen. I’m still very bloated. The surgery itself had consisted of guiding a needle through the vaginal wall and retrieving the follicles from the ovaries, which were drained, and the eggs collected. The actual surgery site didn’t really hurt at all and there was minimal bleeding. The real pain is coming from where my swollen ovaries have been messed around, poked and prodded. They are also pressing on my bladder and uterus, so passing urine, gas and bowel movements can be painful. It also hurts to use my abdominal muscles for adjusting my position, laughing, hiccuping, yawning etc. I have to walk with slow, short steps.

Was it worth it?

Yes. Now that it’s over and i never have to do it again, I can safely say I am relieved to have preserved my fertility. Now I can move forward with my life: I’m seeing my hormone doctor on the 10th of may, who will prescribe me a low dose of testosterone gel. I can’t wait.

I would recommend preserving fertility if you can before medical transition. You never know what your future self might want, and self care is all about having compassion for your future self, even if it means sacrificing your comfort in the present.

Whatever you choose to do or whatever reason you are undergoing egg collection, know that you are doing something harrowing and brave.

After I have had my children (which will be a number of years in the future) I plan to donate the remainder of my eggs to those who need them on their own fertility journey. Knowing I’ve helped another couple or single parent build a family is compensation enough for what I’ve been through.

#ivf hospital #ivfjourney #IVF #ivf #trans #transgender #healthcare #reproductive health #fertility #hormones #medical transition #transition #gender affirmation

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wanderinginksplot · 2 years

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Clone Trooper Rambles

Overactive imagination or a sign of impending insanity? Who's to say? Either way, clone troopers only I can see and hear experience life by my side, but they're far from quiet about it.

Warnings: probably some kind of social anxiety, teasing, lying.

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Haircut

“Okay, so how short do you want it?” the stylist asked.

My stomach was in absolute knots by this point. Was it stupid to be nervous about getting a haircut? Yeah, probably. Did my brain understand that it was stupid? Yes. Did that make me dread it any less? Not at all.

“Uh…” I hedged, glancing around the salon. “Well, I want it a little below my shoulders. But it’s really curly, so-”

“No problem,” the stylist said confidently. “I can do that.”

I eyed her, giving my best polite smile. She was very talented, I could see that from the pictures of customers that surrounded her work station. She was also the owner of this particular salon and the reviews were glowing. But I was still nervous. Her hair was cut short and spiked, and looked like it was naturally straight anyway. I was probably going to end up with it shorter than I wanted, so I tried to brace myself for it.

“What made you want to cut off so much length?” the stylist asked.

Ah, we had made it to the awkward small talk stage. I had wondered when it was going to happen. We had avoided it for the time it took to wash my hair in the sink and get it all combed out, but now that she was working…

Putting on my customer service voice, I said vaguely, “Oh, you know. I just wanted to try something new and different.”

The stylist hummed as she began combing through my hair and snipping at the strands. I made eye contact with Elena in the mirror. She had agreed to come along and I had never been more grateful. She knew the real reason I was getting my hair cut shorter - I was going to have surgery in a week, and my current hair length would be too difficult to manage while I was trying to recover.

As the stylist continued talking, Elena actually took on most of the conversational burden. She was good at drawing people out, chatting with them until they felt at home or made some kind of connection. Realistically, I knew that’s what the stylist was trying to do with me, but I was juggling so much that I didn’t have room for conversation on top of it.

“Be honest,” I said silently to Rex, who was standing nearby. “How short does it look?”

Rex eyed the back of my head and gave a slight grimace. “Not… too short.”

“Liar,” Scorch said with a laugh. “It’s gonna be a lot shorter than you wanted. No way that’s gonna end up below your shoulders.”

“Scorch,” Tup admonished.

“What?” Scorch asked, studying my hair again. “Maybe if you shrug really hard, it’ll reach your shoulders.”

Rex and Tup sighed together. Tup looked distinctly more sympathetic than either of the other troopers. “Sorry. Maybe you should have showed her a picture of how curly your hair normally is?”

“That would have been smart,” I admitted. “I thought coming here with my hair down and curly would have been enough for her to see it, but I was having an off day.”

“I’ve had that happen before,” Tup agreed. “It won’t be exactly what you wanted, but it’s probably going to look fine. Curls are more forgiving than straight hair.”

“Besides, you’re not going back to work for a long time,” Scorch reminded me, spinning in a chair across the salon. “You’ve got time for it to grow back out. Well, sort of grow out. A little bit. Better than it will be right away.”

“Thanks, Scorch,” I hurried to say. “Please stop helping.”

Scorch shrugged and turned his attention to spinning even faster.

“At least she’s almost done,” Rex commented, walking around the back of the chair to study the stylist’s work. Tup and I snorted together as Rex gave us a bewildered look. “What?”

“Just because it’s all the same length doesn’t mean it’s almost done,” Tup told him.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “She still has to even the ends and shape it. Plus the time it will take to add layers…”

As if taking her cue from the nonverbal conversation, the stylist asked, “Do you want me to add some layers?”

“Just a few,” I decided, not wanting to extend the process any more than necessary.

“Okay, good,” the stylist said, pulling her fingers through my hair. “I want to frame your face with them.”

I hummed at that, but didn’t say anything else. She really didn’t need to know that I kept my hair pulled back more often than not. Of course, judging from what was left, I might not be able to wear it up anymore, so maybe it didn’t matter after all.

“Are the two of you going to have a girl’s day out?” the stylist asked. “I can recommend a good nail place if you’re interested?”

I sent Elena a look of pure desperation and she shook her head reassuringly at me. Thankfully, the stylist was too busy to catch any of it. Elena said, “Oh, I think we might have too much going on to spend a lot of time out. Unfortunately. But I’m always interested in recommendations! It gives me somewhere to start next time I’m looking.”

“Of course!” the stylist beamed, happily chatting about nail salons with Elena for the rest of the time it took to finish the haircut.

When she finally set down the scissors and comb, she said, “You’re done! What do you think?”

I took the small handheld mirror she gave me, watching the room spin as she angled the chair away from her station so I could get a look at the back of it. Fortunately, working customer service jobs had given me a good poker face, and I definitely needed it.

The haircut was nice - the ends were even and the layering was excellent - but it was several inches shorter than I had asked for. My curls were already getting crazy with the lack of weight. This was going to take months to grow out to the length I wanted, especially with the curls themselves working against me.

“Yeah, looks great,” I said eventually, pasting a smile on my face.

“Liar,” Scorch sing-songed. It seemed to be his favorite word that day. “Just tell her it isn’t what you wanted.”

“Why?” I asked, watching as the stylist unsnapped the cape and pulled it away, strands of my hair drifting down to the floor. “It’s not like she can magically make my hair grow back. It’s done. I just want to pay and get out of here so I can see what the damage is on my own.”

I followed the stylist to the front register, made some small talk with the receptionist about the book she had been reading as the payment went through, and walked outside with Elena. Neither of us spoke until we had gotten into her car.

“So,” she started carefully. Elena and I had been friends long enough to know when I was upset. “Shorter than you wanted, huh?”

“A lot shorter,” I agreed, wincing. “Does it look bad?”

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but it looks really cute.”

I groaned. “Cute?”

“Cute,” Elena confirmed. “It’s also going to be super easy to take care of and basically zero maintenance. It could be worse.”

“We’ll see,” I said grimly. “Here’s the test: can I put it up in a ponytail?”

We both went quiet as I pulled the wild curls back and up. I could feel that the normal spot for my ponytail was out of the question, so I lowered it a few inches. I wound the hair tie quickly, pulling my hands away and smiling when my hair stayed up. “There!”

“Awww!” Elena cooed. “It’s adorable! Teeny tiny ponytail!”

She reached out and fluffed the blunt ends of my hair. The strands were sticking directly toward the headrest of my seat.

“It’s really soft, too.”

“Could be worse,” I agreed with a shrug.

“Could be worse,” she repeated with a firm nod.

“I think it looks fine,” Rex pitched in from the back seat, sounding thoroughly lost.

Tup patted Rex's shoulder as Scorch snorted.

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Author's Note - Since these aren't posted anywhere close to when the events happen, I can say that the length was actually perfect for my recovery. Also, it is currently the length I actually wanted and I like it so much right now! I might take pictures for the next time I get a haircut.

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firefallvaruna · 9 months

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The Echoes of a Scream

Synopsis: Eight years into the Long Night, Cor comforts a child MT clone after a kidnapping attempt.

Author's Note: I was trying to figure out how to write Cor for a future scene in my long fic and came up with this scene.

It's set immediately in the aftermath of my fic, Scream.

Also available on AO3

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“Hi there,” Cor greeted cautiously, sitting cross-legged on the hospital floor. He sat his katana by his side. He inhaled deeply through his nose. Held it for a seven-count, and slowly let it out through his mouth. His radio filled his ear with the agitated chatter of every Kingsglaive, Crownsguard, and Hunter in the city as they searched for the attempted kidnapper. He pulled it from his ear and sat it with his katana.

Eight-year-old Callie Algetty hadn’t moved from her hiding spot behind a piece of heavy hospital equipment. Her violet eyes were wide and wild, her face a vicious mosaic of dark bruises and swelling from her previous ordeal not even a day ago. One actual kidnapping, daemons, and now a second attempted kidnapping.

He focused his eyes on the scalpel she was holding.

She’d already doled out some damage with it, demonstrating familiarity with bladed weapons. She’d also apparently escaped her assailant’s hold by striking his throat and jamming a thumb to his eye. Not surprising for a child born and raised in the paramilitary.

He could probably disarm her from here. However, her arms were not in good shape, and he could easily injure her further. Better for her to put her makeshift weapon down on her own.

“That was scary, wasn’t it?” he ventured, keeping his voice low and gentle. “But you did well. I’m proud of you.”

Fresh tears traced their way down her face, and her lips quivered.

“I’ve issued a city-wide manhunt, and a guard will be posted to your bedside,” he continued. “He won’t be back — I promise.”

“I want Prompto,” Callie whimpered. “I want Iris.”

Cor kept his face neutral and carefully said, “I know, but they’re with the doctors right now.” Neither was in any shape to comfort the little girl, even though he had no doubt they’d do it anyway. Iris was recovering from surgery, and Prompto was having his wounds from the banshee debrided.

Crestfallen, her entire little body just seemed to sink in on itself. A quiet, teary moan, “Why won’t the bad guys leave me alone?”

Cor sighed; he wasn’t the kind of man who liked lying to children. This would be difficult, “You’re a kind of clone—a genetic copy of another person. We don’t have proof yet, but we think you’re a special kind of clone used in magitek cyborg research.”

“If that’s the case and you had been born in Niflheim,” he said cautiously, gauging her reaction. “You would have had special magitek parts implanted in your body.”

MT and the clones they originated from were known to the public thanks to several high-profile daemonic incursions and incidents. A look of horror spread across her poor, battered face. As the revelation sank in, horrible sobs emerged.

Prompto had warned him what her next thoughts would probably be. “Before you ask, you’re real. Less a movie clone and more like an identical twin.” A faint clatter as she dropped the scalpel to hug herself. He wasn’t going to try for it yet, though. “There’s a set of twins in your elementary school, right? And they’re different people even though they look alike.”

A ghost of a ‘yeah’ emerged from her lips.

“There might be other girls and boys who look like you, but they aren’t you,” he finished as she seemed to curl into herself. No further information, not right now. What he’d given her was far too much as it was. “Would you like a hug?”

A tearful, sobbing nod.

“Give me the knife so you don’t hurt yourself when you crawl out,” he suggested. To his relief, she offered him the scalpel. He set it behind him as the child crawled out of her hiding spot and clamored into his lap.

Cor held the small, trembling body, cupped the back of her head, and gently rocked. The child in his arms sobbed and wailed to the unfairness of this ugly, apocalyptic world.

#ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ff15 cor #cor leonis #dad!cor #original child character

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pterodactylterrace · 2 years

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Eyyyy! Ya girl is recovering from major surgery and is on a shit load of pain meds! Naturally I coped with this by writing an EXTREMELY niche lil fluff ficlet!

I present to you, Witcher x Pokemon AU, featuring baby Lambert! Inspired by conversations I’ve had with the amazing @mrsaugustwalker

Rating: G

Fandoms: Witcher x Pokemon crossover

Length: Just over 600 words. True drabble!

Warnings: I am on a lot of medicines right now, I’m taking all of you along on this journey with me!

“I’m not too little!” Lambert insisted, stomping his foot in anger at Vesemir’s hesitation. It was the morning of his fifth birthday, and he had decided it was time for him to have his very own pokemon, just like his brothers.

“You’re absolutely right.” Vesemir agreed, kneeling down to be at eye level with the little boy. “When Eskel and Geralt were about your age, I gave them their first partners, but I bet you could catch your very own.” Vesemir suggested, offering the little boy a handful of pokeballs.

The tiny redhead’s eyes lit up as he gathered them in his arms, a few falling to the ground as he tried to rush out the door. Vesemir managed to snatch him up before he made a complete getaway, insisting he prepare first. It was a big day, after all.

“You’ll lose every ball before you ever meet a Pokémon at this rate.” Vesemir chuckled, biting his cheek to keep from laughing at Lambert’s annoyed huff. “Go grab your bag, I’ll make sure to pack everything you need. Who would you like to go with you?”

“I don’t need help!” Lambert insisted, squirming to try and escape his foster father’s arms.

“Don’t you think it would be a good idea for someone to show you how it’s done? I’d hate for you to find your perfect partner but be unable to catch them.”

~*~

“I want a Gibble.” Lambert insisted stubbornly, adjusting his little charmander backpack as he trekked down the little path to the woods.

“Not sure they are native to these woods.” Eskel pointed out, side stepping to let his skiddo charge past and headbutt the nearest tree.

“Then a dratini!”

“Those are found in the water.”

“Well what is there then?” Lambert huffed, stubbornly freezing and crossing his arms.

“Out here? Uhh… plant and bug pokemon mostly. Some birds. Maybe you’ll find a pikachu.”

“No.” Lambert declared, giving Eskel an annoyed look.

“Not a pikachu fan?”

“Pikachu sucks!”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right one?” Eskel tried, sighing when Lambert took off at a sprint into the trees, declaring he was going to find something cool.

According to Lambert, there were many “uncool” pokemon inhabiting the woods behind their house. Wurmple was out, Caterpie was boring, Pidgey was lame, slakoth was stupid, and he actually started yelling expletives at the lone Pikachu naive enough to wander close.

“Lam, I know this can be frustrating, but that's no reason to cry.” Eskel consoled, turning to face his little brother.

“I’m not crying!” Lambert growled, giving Eskel an annoyed look. Before Eskel had time to consider what else may be crying, Lambert took off to go investigate, Eskel chasing after him.

“What’s that?” Lambert gasped, staring at the pokemon curled up against a fallen log.

“Oh, it’s a Cubone.”

“Why… why’s he crying? Where’s his mama?”

“Umm… she’s…” Eskel trailed off, clearing his throat and hoping to avoid the subject.

“Esk?”

“Yes, Lam?”

“Do you think he wants a friend?”

~*~

“DAD!!! DADDADDADDAD!!!!” Lambert yelled at the top of his lungs, tearing through the house, holding an occupied pokeball over his head in triumph.

“Hey, there’s my little pokemon master!” Vesemir greeted, crouching down and catching the boy as he plowed into him. “What did you find? Pidgey? Wurmple? Bellsprout?”

“Cubone!” Lambert declared happily, releasing his newly caught companion.

“Oh. That’s… a choice.” Vesemir assured. He had heard how difficult Cubone tended to be for new trainers, and how they cry all the time until a deep bond is formed. These next few weeks were going to be rough, but his youngest was happy, so it was a small price to pay.

#the witcher fanfiction #Witcher crossover #crack fic #Pokémon #Pokémon crossover #lambert #eskel

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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One Year Later - Part 5

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Summary: You and the Mandalorian had been through so much together. You'd become a mother to his foundling and a partner to him. You were in love and you didn't think that anything could ruin that but after Din hands the child over to his kind. Things fall apart.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Angst, more medical jargon... what happens when you're isolating and ya got nothing else to do... Enjoy 😘

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The next twelve hours were the longest of your life. You only left his side to eat and feed Mae. Otherwise, you there, beside him, willing him to fight and turn that corner. The doctor checked on him regularly, huffing and sighing before leaving again and you felt yourself growing impatient with Din. You just wanted him to start responding to something. Anything.

Just so you could hold onto that small glimmer of hope you felt slipping through your fingers.

It was early the following morning when the doctor came in again. You were feeding Mae from your chair beside the bed, smiling at your ravenous infant before looking up at the stone face medic. He did the same checks he did before except this time he seemed to react differently and this piqued your interest.

"What is it?" You asked when he didn't elaborate and he looked at you. Expression still impassive.

"He's responding to the meds." He stated as he checked the IV's "If he continues, I should be able to perform the surgery tomorrow."

"Thank you." You said, your distaste for the man dissolving at the news.

"Just doing my job." He said, giving you a slight nod before returning his attention to Din "He'll probably start coming around soon. He'll likely be a little confused as his fever hasn't broken so just try to keep him calm."

You nodded, your attention returning to Mae as she pulled away from your breast and yawned. You sat her up as you always did, burped her and then placed her on her front at Din's side, smiling when she grabbed his finger.

True to his word, Din started to stir an hour later. He was slow to surface, his arms and hands twitching and head rolling limply being the first signs of awareness he gave off. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but in reality was maybe an hour, he opened his eyes and smiled at you.

"Hi." He croaked.

"Hey." You said sweetly as you cupped his cheek "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." He confessed and you gave him a sympathetic smile. "Whats the doc saying?"

"Well, you're responding to the medicine he gave you." You started, smiling when Mae yawned and stretched beside you "Said if you continue to respond, he should be able to proceed with the surgery tomorrow."

"That's good." He replied but you noticed how his aura had changed.

"What's the matter?" You asked, taking his hand and squeezing it gently.

He didn't say anything for a while. Just lay there staring at his sleeping daughter, cupping the back of her head in his hand and stroking her brown curls with his thumb.

"Din?

"What if he can't fix this?" He asked and you were shocked by his statement "What if this is how my life is to be from now on?"

"Then we will get through it." You said simply "I have faith you are going to recover Din but I understand you have doubts."

"It's not just that." He said quietly and you gave him a bemused look.

"What else?"

"You don't love me anymore." He said and your mouth fell open "And I know that it's my fault you don't but I hoped that one day you might again."

"Din-"

"You're never going to love me if I'm a cripple." He choked and your heart broke "What kind of father will I be to her if I can't even-"

"You will be a great father Din." You interrupted "Whether you can walk or not. Being able to walk is not what defines you as a person."

Din scoffed at that, turning his head so he could blink away the tears that filled his tired eyes.

"Mae will love you whether you can walk or not." You said after a short pause "I'll love you whether you can or not."

This grabbed his attention and he turned his head to look at you, brows pulling together as he studied your face a while before you gave him a sheepish smile.

"I never stopped loving you, Din Djarin." You confessed "It's not something that you can just switch off. I wanted to hate you for what you did to me but then I learned about Mae and well, suddenly I had this part of you forever and it became a little easier to bear the hurt."

"I'm sorry." He said softly, allowing his tears to fall "It killed me leaving you. I cried for you for months. It killed me when I said I didn't love you because Mesh'la... I did. I do. I love you with every fibre of my being and I was so sure that I was doing the right thing sending you away.

"But I was wrong. In truth, losing Grogu hurt so much and so did the thought of losing you... Losing you would kill me." He sobbed "I lost you anyway."

You scooted closer to him, careful not to jostle your sleeping baby and then you kissed him. He gasped initially, shocked by this sudden action and then he kissed you back, his heart racing. You smiled as you pulled away, giggling when he nudged your nose with his and you placed a kiss on his brow.

"We'll get through this together Din." You promised "You, me and Mae... We're a family and families stick together."

He nodded, smiling at you before looking down at Mae who was now staring up at him.

"Together." He said with a nod, letting out a shaky sigh before looking back at you again.

You'd managed to get a little sleep over the course of the day. Cara and Omera took it in turns to watch Mae so that you could get some rest. You'd been asleep a few hours when you were woken up by Din fidgeting beside you. He was sweating profusely, his face was scrunched up in obvious discomfort and your stomach twisted in worry.

"Din?" You asked and he groaned "Din, wake up."

"Ugh." He groaned as his eyes cracked open.

"What's wrong?" You questioned as you grabbed a cloth from the table beside you and mopped his brow.

"Feel like I'm burning up." He groaned, pushing back the covers as he panted "Too hot."

"Omera." You called out and the woman sprinted in "Is he burning up?" You asked and she shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips.

"His Fever's breaking." She answered as she grinned at you both "You'll feel a little rubbish for a bit but you're just sweating this out now. This is good."

"You hear that Din?" You sobbed and he nodded "You'll feel better soon."

"God I hope so." He groaned and you chuckled.

"Time I fetched the doctor," Omera stated and you nodded, watching as the woman left and finding yourself excited for the next step.

Everyone was eager to get the surgery done. All, but Din.

...

"Well, this is an excellent turn of events." The doctor declared as he checked Din's temperature "I'm happy for us to proceed with the surgery tomorrow." He declared and you all breathed a sigh of relief, missing the look of apprehension on Din's face "I will need to fetch some more equipment from my ship. We will also need clean, sterile sheets and a spare generator if you have one."

"We can work something out," Cara stated and the man nodded.

"I will have to put you under for the surgery and I'll hook you up to a machine to help you breathe properly. An operation like this is tricky and carries a lot of risks so we can't have you moving until we're confident that the surgery was a success."

"Okay," Din answered and the doctor nodded but you wanted to know more.

You needed to know what the risks were.

"What are the risks?" You asked and the doctor sighed.

"Well like all surgery there's a risk of infection. With this particular sort of injury, there's also a risk of clots developing. Long story short the most serious complications we could encounter is nerve damage or permanent paralysis. Spines are finicky things and I have to be careful that when I decompress the spine I don't cause further damage."

"But there's no risk of him dying?" You asked and the doctor gave you a look that was hard to read.

"There's always a risk." He answered honestly and you nodded "It's rare I will confess but I would be lying to you if I said there wasn't a small risk that that could happen."

"If the surgery is a success, then what will he need to do?" Cara asked and you glanced at her a moment before returning your attention to the medic.

"He'll need to go through extensive physiotherapy." He answered, "You're not just going to be able to get up and walk Mando. This surgery is your best chance at walking again but you've still got a long road ahead of you."

The Mandalorian simply nodded, not looking at anyone as they spoke around him. He wanted to shout and scream and remind people he was there but he also wanted the ground to swallow him up.

After a short while, everyone left but you and he was glad of that. You were sitting down, getting yourself ready to feed Mae when he spoke up.

"Do you want to do that here beside me?" He asked and you smirked.

"Miss my breasts?" You teased and he flushed.

"I just... I like watching her." He confessed and you smiled, standing from your chair and laying yourself and Mae on the bed beside him so he could see her.

Mae's eyes grew comically wide as she latched on, moaning a gurgling as she suckled. You chuckled at your noisy eating baby and looked at Din, smiling sweetly at the look on his face as he watched his daughter feed.

"Does it feel strange?" He asked after a while and you laughed.

"Did at first but you get used to it." You answered and he nodded.

"Does it hurt?"

"Also, did at first but the elder managed to create a salve to help with that." You said as you gazed back down at Mae whose hand was grasping at nothing until Din gave her his finger.

"She's strong." He said and you nodded.

"Don't I know it." You replied, kissing her fingers as she squeezed her daddy's.

"She's perfect." Din said softly after a few minutes and you looked at him again, smiling when he returned your gaze "I'm sorry you had to do this alone."

"You're here now Din." You said, kissing him sweetly "We have time."

He nodded. Resting his head on yours as the two of you watched Mae wriggle as she ate. Legs kicking like she was fighting off an invisible force. When she was done you sat her on Din's belly and instructed him on how to burp her and he chuckled when she did.

"Let it out cyar'ika." He praised and you smiled, enjoying the moment of just being together.

You hoped it would last.

It had taken some work to get Din ready for his surgery. He was laying on his side, out for the count and hooked up to a strange machine that seemed to breathe for him. You gave him a soft kiss on his head before all, but a few, were whisked out of the room and forced to wait, praying that nothing went wrong.

After the first hour, you started to grow impatient. You busied yourself with whatever menial tasks you could find. You cleaned the hut, gathered clothes to wash and started to cook a stew for everyone.

After three hours you started to grow worried but Omera assured you that these things take time, it couldn't be rushed. So you took a walk with Mae, hoping that once you returned there would finally be news.

You were gone for a few hours before you decided it was time to return and you were relieved to see the doctor talking to Cara when you returned. Their voices were hushed but when they saw you they both shifted uncomfortably.

"What is it?" You asked as you placed Mae down in the basket in the kitchen "What's wrong?"

"The surgery was successful." The doctor stated and you nodded "Okay, so what's the problem?" You pushed and he sighed.

"He's not waking up." The man stated and you frowned.

"How long does it take for someone to usually wake up?" You asked, eyes flitting between the doctor and Omera.

"Usually, it takes an hour."

"Okay and how long's it been?" You asked.

"Over two." He replied "In my medical opinion, the Anesthesia has reacted badly to something he's been given either for the infection or pain. Do you know what he was given?"

You shook your head and he sighed "I will need to speak with Omera and see if she can shed some light on this." He stated and you nodded "In the meantime, sit with him. Let him know you're there. Maybe knowing someone familiar is there will be enough to coax him out of this."

You nodded, looking at Mae who was sleeping soundly in her cradle "Can you watch her?" You asked Cara and she nodded.

Taking a steadying breath you walked into your bedroom and gasped at the sight. Din was still laying on his side, a pillow between his legs and the thick tube still jutting out between this lips. You scanned the equipment that littered your bedroom. It all stood out in stark contrast to the basic nature of your home. It all looked out of place there but you knew he needed it so pushed it to the back of your mind and made your way to his side.

"Hey sleepy." You softly as you clasped his hand and brought it to your lips "You're all fixed up now Din so why don't you open those eyes for us hmm?"

Nothing.

"Right... listen to me Mandalorian. You've had enough attention now." You teased, smiling at him but it didn't reach your eyes "Let's just stop all this now yeah?"

Din didn't even twitch and you let out a choked sob. You'd been so sure that everything would go smoothly. That he'd have the surgery, wake up and then after some physio, he'd be better.

How wrong you'd been.

As you sat there and watched him sleep, his chest moving to the rhythm of the hiss and click coming from somewhere in the room, you wondered what else could do wrong?

Mae's cries from the other room pulled your attention away from Din and you looked up to see Cara carrying a furious baby into the room. Her eyes widened when she saw Din and her hand reached out to him, bottom lip wobbling as she grew impatient. You stood from where you'd been sitting and grabbed your fussy daughter, bringing her to Din's side where she leaned forward in your arms in a desperate attempt to get to him.

"Now, now my darling." You said softly as you sat back down in your seat "Daddy's sleeping right now. We need to be gentle."

The baby's lip wobbled again and you turned her on your lap so she was facing him, her tiny hand grabbing his where finally she settled.

"She's very attached to him." Cara stated and you nodded.

"She is." You replied, "In the short time they've known each other they have developed a bond that I don't think I'll ever truly understand." You confessed.

"Kids are pretty intuitive." Cara stated and you nodded "They're blood. There's no stronger bond than that."

"I suppose not."

"He's going to be okay." She said, changing the subject and you sighed.

"I hope so."

Two days on, Din hadn't woken. The doctor was at a loss for why. He'd spoken to Omera and that line of enquiry had come up empty. Din just wasn't waking up. You laid beside him, stroking his cheek as you willed him silently to rouse. He looked so vulnerable like this, especially with the tube that helped him breathe.

"I know you're tired, Din." You started as you laced your fingers with his "But you're scaring me now." You continued "You can rest all you want, I promise but you need to wake up now. Please."

Your only answer was the sounds of the machine he was hooked up to and you cried quietly, losing hope with each answerless second. You wanted to scream at him till he opened his eyes but you knew that wouldn't benefit anyone. So instead you would remain at his side until he woke up. You would let him know every day he remained this way that he wasn't alone and you would make sure he knew he was loved. It was all you could do.

The doctor came and went and each time he said the same thing. Din was the same. You decided you had to take comfort from that. He was the same, he wasn't worse. That had to be a good thing, right?

Mae started to cry when the medic made his next visit and you sighed as you made your way over to her, lifting her from her cradle and shushing her as you watched the man work.

"Hmm." He chuckled to himself and you couldn't help but notice.

"What?" You asked and the man just looked at you with amusement.

"His heart rate spiked when she started to cry." He stated before returning his attention to his patient.

"What does that mean?" You pushed, kissing Mae's brow as you made your way back to him "Is he waking up?"

"No." The man answered simply "He's not showing any signs of that."

"Then what?"

"He heard her." He stated simply "His heart slowed almost as soon as she stopped."

"He can hear us?" You said and the man nodded.

"Looks like." He replied and you smiled "Keep doing what you're doing. He's doing well otherwise. The incision is healing nicely. We just need him to wake up now."

You nodded, giving the man a weak smile before taking your seat at Din's side again and sitting Mae up so she could see him.

"Hey Din." You said softly, smiling sweetly at him "We know you're in there. Mae's okay, she just misses her daddy." You paused grabbing his hand so you and Mae could hold it "We miss you."

You paused a moment, looking down at your daughter who's started to suck on Din's fingers and you grinned.

"We love you."

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You: Baby Fever

Summary: It’s been a little over a month since the reader’s birthday and she’s currently five months pregnant and growing. After a very pleasant morning, the day starts to unravel but it quickly recovers with the reader and Jensen deciding it’s time to share the news about the incoming baby...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Oral Fixation

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: mature (language, flangst, mention of injury/blood, oral sex)

A/N: I just had to come back to these two and check in with them! This takes place ~1 month after the end of the series. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! Also written for @spnkinkbingo

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A thin layer of sweat covered your skin as you stirred awake which was not normal. Jensen always kept the house a little more on the cool side and if you were sweating it meant he was surely boiling and that something was wrong with the HVAC system. You were groggy as you nearly rolled over but stayed in place by something, suddenly realizing the burning pressure in your core. You blinked open your eyes, closing them again as that pressure hit you as pleasure, so close to that precipice that when you finally felt the flicks of a tongue over your clit you were coming. A moan escaped you, low and deep, that tongue still working and flicking until your toes were curling, back was arching and you came again, louder this time.

He didn’t let up and curled two fingers into your wet folds, finding your g-spot instantly and rubbing while he sucked, rubbing and rubbing until you had one of those orgasms. Deep and powerful and one that made you shout. You threw a hand over your mouth and heard Jensen’s chuckles, the sheets moving before he ducked out from under the covers and hovered over you.

“Good morning, honey,” he grinned, licking his wet lips.

“Oh God,” you said, breathing hard. He roamed a hand up to your breast under your tank top and kneaded the soft flesh. “Oh fuck.”

“I love waking you up like this,” he chuckled, a loud knock coming on the door. “Uh oh. Must have been a little loud this time.”

“It’s soundproof,” you breathed out, throwing an arm over your face. Jensen pecked a quick kiss to you before he scooted out from under the covers. He pulled them over top of you and jogged over to the door, pulling it open a crack. Until you heard it slam back against the wall and you shot upright. Jensen was on his knees and you saw him with his hands on someone’s little arms. You struggled to pull up your shorts under the covers, Jensen scooping up JJ and carrying her into your bathroom. You saw blood dripping on the hardwood floor and rug, a lump forming in your throat. You grabbed your phone and saw Jensen toss a bloody wash cloth on the tile, JJ sat on the counter and Jensen pressing it to her mouth. “What happened?”

He peeled back the towel and you saw where her lip was sliced down into her chin an inch or so. She wasn’t crying shockingly but you were already dialing on your phone. Jensen swapped out with you to talk to the doctor while you held up the towel, JJ staring up at you.

“Just nod yes or no for me sweetie. Does it hurt a lot?” you asked. She waited and shrugged, a smile crossing your face. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. You’re just gonna need a few stitches and you’ll be good as new.”

“Is dad freaking out?” she mumbled. You glanced into the bedroom where she couldn’t see, Jensen tugging on his hair and you knew he was close to having a meltdown.

“Jensen,” you said, tapping your wrist. He stared at you and then looked at his bracelet on his wrist. He took a deep breath and you smiled, watching him take another. “She’s tougher than you, Ackles. Where do they want us to go?”

“We can go to our doctor or the hospital and they’ll get someone from plastic surgery to do the stitching since it’s her face,” he said.

“Let’s go to the hospital then. The bleeding is slowing down. JJ, sweetie hold the towel for me. Mom will be just one second.”

Two Hours Later

“My face feels funny,” said JJ, slurping up a big spoonful of ice cream, some of it dribbling down the side of her mouth.

“Well that’s cause it’s still numb,” said Jensen, wiping her off. “How’s your ice cream?”

“Yummy,” she said.

“I don’t want you guys to use your bathroom until me or mom says it’s okay to. We gotta fix that sharp shower door,” he said. “Use one of the other ones, alright?”

“Okay,” she said. “Do I have to go to school today?”

“No, you can stay home with us today,” said Jensen as your phone went off. You glanced at the reminder and sighed. “What?”

“Baby check up,” you said, pointing at your stomach. “At least we’re already here.”

“Want to meet us back down here when you’re done?” he asked. You knew he wanted to go. He hadn’t missed an appointment yet but he certainly wasn’t up for leaving JJ on her own for an hour.

“Yeah. I won’t be long,” you said. “Promise.”

“How’d the check up go?” asked Jensen when you returned downstairs and found him getting JJ discharged.

“Good. I’m officially five months in,” you said, taking the sonogram picture out of your pocket. “She looks like a mutant doesn’t she?”

“Badass princess mutant,” he said, smiling at the picture. “Do you have one of the 3D ones?”

“Last time you said it was creepy so I didn’t bother this time,” you said. “If that’s okay.”

“No, I’m good with old fashioned,” he said, tucking the picture into his wallet. You rested your head against his shoulder and grinned. You tugged your shirt down over your stomach and he tapped it with his finger gently as he signed a paper.

A few minutes later you were back in the car and heading for the grocery store to pick up some softer foods that’d be easier for JJ to eat for a few days before grabbing the twins from daycare.

“Jensen,” you said after lunch, the kids running around in the backyard on the swingset. “I’m starting to show now.”

“I know you are,” he grinned, turning in his counter stool and resting his hands on your stomach. “I love it.”

“Jensen, we have the Austin con this weekend. People are going to notice,” you said.

“You are in the second trimester. Now might be a good time to say something,” he said. “Plus a lot of our friends are in town early. We could always have an impromptu baby shower tomorrow.”

“Can we wait another month for that?” you asked. He titled his head, looking so young, almost like a boy for a moment.

“Did the doctor say something at your checkup?” he asked. You shook your head, Jensen rubbing your stomach gently. “What is it? Bad feeling?”

“Not a bad feeling. Just...I think she will be completely healthy and safe. I’m already doing so much better than Dee did with her pregnancies,” you said.

“Yeah. But what’s mom instinct telling you?” he asked.

“Tomorrow isn’t the time for a party is all,” you said.

“Then no party tomorrow. You got a vibe, we’ll go with the vibe,” he said. You smiled and he pecked a kiss on your cheek before giving your belly one. “But you little girl, you are getting to be a little noticeable. Unless mommy wants to hold off on that too?”

“I think it’s time to call up the photographer,” you said. He smirked and you shrugged. “Yes we can do your idea.”

“Can it be our Christmas card?” he asked.

“No! She’ll have been born by then. We’ll need a new one with her being an adorable reindeer or something.”

“A reindeer?”

“Matching pajamas.”

“Oh my god, no.”

“Reindeer or matching pajamas. Those are your choices.” He stared at you, a proper bitchface going on as you smiled. “Those are your choices.”

“Flannel.”

“We did flannel last year.”

“Flannel.”

“Flannel onesies!” you said, his eyes wide. “That’s a perfect idea!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said. He pulled you to sit on his lap, resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You ran your fingers through his hair, Jensen nuzzling you for a moment. “How you feeling?”

“I got scared this morning when I saw that bloody towel. I just...thought of the accident and blood everywhere. Thank you for calming me down.”

“You have three daughters. You’re gonna be dealing with blood for awhile,” you said, kissing his temple.

“So what you’re saying is every few weeks when they try to bite my head off don’t take it personally?”

“Pretty much,” you said, Jensen rubbing your stomach. “Maybe she’ll be a tomboy, give Zepp someone to rough house with a bit more.”

“I’ve been thinking about the kids thing,” he said. “Hear me out before you say anything.”

“You just want to have the one,” you said. “That’s okay Jensen. I understand. You’ll be 44 this year and I know she’s cutting it close with your comfortability as it is.”

“You kinda ignored that whole saying anything part, didn’t you,” he said, smiling softly. He chuckled and lifted his head up, one arm around your back, the other resting on your stomach. “I would prefer if this little girl is the last child I make. I don’t want to be so old that I miss them being an adult. I really want to know our children as adults someday.”

“You’re healthy. Your parents are in their seventies and doing great. I think our kids will get to know you for a very long time, even to your own age right now. Even this one,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “I’m sorry. I keep interrupting you.”

“That’s okay. This isn’t my decision to make alone.”

“It’s not but we’re not bringing another child into this world unless we’re both all for it and you have valid points. I don’t want to be pregnant while trying to handle a newborn and that’s gonna push you closer to fifty if we had another and I completely understand, Jensen. I really do. I’m on the same page.”

“Good,” he said softly. “Because I know we said maybe one more...and I know if we adopted we could guarantee Zepp that brother he wanted.”

You blinked at him, Jensen smiling nervously.

“You want to...adopt?” you asked.

“They don’t have to be a newborn. There are plenty of children in this world, in this city, plenty of kids that just need a mom and dad to love them. I know someone who’s proof of that,” he said. “She turned out fucking amazing and if we wanted to...it’s an option and we don’t have to make it right now. We don’t have to make it until five years from now. But it’s an option I thought...I hoped...we could consider someday.”

“Why would you adopt a child?” you asked quietly.

“I am a pretty awesome dad,” he chuckled.

“Jensen...adopted kids...they won’t be like our others. They might have scars you can’t just fix, scars that will live with them forever.”

“That never scared my mother in law. Besides scars? Scars are memories. They don’t have to be the future. If we went that route, I can promise you that you and me are gonna be safety net number one for that kid, just like the others, and they will never, ever, worry about it breaking.”

“They might need therapy. They might have nightmares. They might hate us no matter how much we love them. We’ll have to fight for the right to earn their trust. It very likely won’t just be given to us if they are not a very small child.”

“I earned your trust.” You looked away and he caught your cheek with his hand, turning it back. “If they need therapy, they will get therapy. I will go with them. If they have nightmares, I will be there in the middle of the night. If they hate us, I’ll keep fighting when they hurt us because that kid will deserve all the love in the world. I had to earn your love and I’ll do it all over again.”

“Why would you do that?” you asked.

“Because someone has to. Abby, your mom, I would not have you if she didn’t deal with the hard nights, deal with all of that for you. Your single, widow mother, did all of that. Just because someone’s beat up doesn’t mean they’re broken. I think a child that even has gone through the really, really bad shit, they would do okay here. Mom and dad know a thing or two about pushing through and coming out the other side,” he said. You swallowed and he smiled softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. “But I understand that scenario is a big commitment. A lifetime commitment. There will be four munchkins running around here by then and I travel and your books are taking off like crazy-”

“No they aren’t.”

“Fucking Disney called the production company to set up a meeting. That alone could be a full time job for you. I’m just saying, a fifth child is more than I was ever expecting. We don’t have to do it or decide at all right now. We don’t have to decide for ten years if we don’t want. We could adopt a teenager years down the road or this little girl is it for us. I just wanted to put that option on the table. I don’t need to have made a child to love it is all I was trying to say.”

You stared at him, Jensen gazing right back, the air still, house quiet. You felt him tense every so slightly and then your lips were on his, legs straddling his lap, arms over his shoulders. You kissed him hard, smashing your lips together, Jensen sinking back into it and wrapping his arms around your back.

“You don’t have to do all that for me,” you breathed out, noses jammed together, lips still touching.

“I’m not doing it for you. I would relive the accident every day for the rest of eternity for the kids or you or Dee. If we adopted, I’d do it for them too. All I was saying is I will love them and they will never question if we love them. We can talk about this more after this little girl is born alright? We don’t have to make a decision today.”

“Okay. No matter what we decide, the fact you’re even open to it, open to doing that, that means the world to me,” you said.

“I figured from that rough little kiss,” he chuckled.

“We should sign you up to get the snip then. It’s not like I can have sex right away after she’s born anyways.” He rested his head on your shoulder and laughed deeply.

“You just want to have sex without a condom,” he laughed.

“You really underestimate how hot it is to have sex with you with no condom,” you said. “Like severally underestimate it.”

“Well on the plus side, you never have to take birth control again,” he said. You pumped your fist and he hugged you tight. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You held him tight, Jensen sliding up your shirt and tickling your stomach. “Jensen. It’s not even that big of a bump.”

“Lil baby bump,” he said, his voice squeaking. You rolled your eyes but pecked a kiss on his cheek.

“Can her middle name be Danneel?” you asked. He instantly froze up, taking a long beat to raise his head and meet your eyes. “If that would be okay with you. I just thought middle name...she can be her own person but she can have that piece of her other mom too.”

He scrunched up his nose and you saw the edges of his eyes turn pink, the thick swallowing loud in the quiet kitchen.

“Honey I didn’t mean to-” you said before he was shaking his head.

“I think that’s a perfect middle name,” he said, his voice a bit crackly but he smiled and was brushing his thumb over your stomach. “I have to call that photographer don’t I?”

“Jay,” you said as he picked up his phone. “You sure you’re good?”

“Very much,” he said. “I think it’s perfect. Now go on momma. Go play with the munchkins while I get this guy booked.”

“Okay babe. Come find us when you’re done?”

“I’ll be right there. Promise.”

Two Days Later

“Jensen, my pants officially no longer fit,” you said, no amount of sucking in getting your jeans zipped up.

“You could always choose not to wear pants. I vote that option,” he said, smirking from the bed. You tossed a slipper at him, Jensen rolling out of the way and playing on his phone. “Am I posting the black and white picture with the pink pop or the color one?”

“Why not both?” you said, digging around in the closet and sighing.

“Wear my jeans. I don’t give a fuck,” he said, tapping on his screen.

“Honey, I’ve had bigger hips than you since I hit puberty. No way am I fitting,” you said. “I really don’t want to wear leggings. It’s a nice restaurant.”

“I think you should,” he said.

“Jensen. Serious. We’re going out to eat with all of your old castmates and I’d like to not be the only one not looking nice.”

“Oh my God. You’re such a girl,” he groaned. He hopped up from bed and came into the closet with you, pulling on your bottom drawer and taking out a ruffled midi skirt.

“I am not wearing the cowgirl skirt.” He ignored you and went to your shirts, taking off a white AC/DC shirt that used to belong to him. He tossed that on top of the blue flowery skirt and grabbed your tan suede booties.

“Look. You’re all pretty and comfy and hot and-”

“You always think I look hot.”

“Not my fault you’re so damn attractive,” he said. You kicked off your jeans and picked up the skirt, a sharp pain ripping through your abdomen. You nearly fell down to your knees but Jensen’s hands shot out and caught you. “Are you-”

“Oh,” you said, Jensen helping you sit on the floor. “I uh...something in my stomach.”

He dove out of the room and returned on the phone, kneeling down next to you when another jolt of it hit you.

“Is it pain or more uncomfortable?” asked Jensen, putting the phone on speaker.

“Not pain but like not comfy. It’s like...like when you get a stitch running? Or bad cramps,” you said. “If that makes sense.”

“Have you had sex today?” ask the doctor.

“Uh yeah,” said Jensen, closing his eyes. “About half hour ago. You said she could have sex still at five months if she feels up to it.”

“It feels like it’s gone now,” you said.

“Y/N it sounds like you have Braxton Hicks or more commonly known as false labour pains,” he said. Jensen opened his mouth to speak but you held up a hand. “Mr. Ackles, it is not a cause for concern. It’s very common to begin in the second trimester. Sex has been known to make them more likely which is why I ask. If it happens again give me a call but Y/N and the baby are just fine.”

“Alright. Thanks doc,” said Jensen before he hung up. You rubbed your stomach, raising an eyebrow at it.

“You better not pull this shit for the next four months kid,” you said. You threw your head back, Jensen sitting down beside you, taking deep breaths. “You good?”

“I’m good. You?” he asked. You nodded and he threw an arm over your shoulders. “Already a troublemaker, isn’t she.”

“She’s gonna be good like her daddy...leaving out all the shit you did in your late teens to early twenties,” you said.

“I’d be good with that,” he chuckled. “I would call that more mischievous than trouble.”

“I’ve never almost been arrested,” you said with a smirk.

“Yes you have. The park last spring? The backseat?” he said.

“That doesn’t count. You would have been arrested. I would have played dumb,” you said. He scoffed and lightly shoved your arm, pulling you into a headlock.

“You don’t know how to play dumb,” he said, giving you a light noogie. “We can stay home if you want tonight.”

“No I want to see everyone. It’s once a year and everybody is gonna be asking about the baby now that you’ve posted,” you said.

“Okay but if you don’t feel right again we’ll get out of there,” he said. You leaned your head back and got a kiss from him, smiling for a brief moment. “You get scared?”

“For a second,” you said, resting your hand on your stomach.

“She’s tough like her momma,” he said, putting his over top of yours. “You’re doing everything right. Anything beyond that is out of our control.”

“Jensen. I just had a scary thought.” He cocked his head and you looked down. “Say something happened during the birth-”

“Y/N-”

“Jensen. I don’t want to talk about this either just like I didn’t want to talk about the wills or dying stuff but we did. If something happened when I’m giving birth and it’s me or her, I need you to promise me you don’t hesitate to pick her.”

He was quiet, pulling his arms back and resting his hands in his lap. You interlaced your fingers with one of his hands, Jensen sitting back against the drawers.

“I will always pick her first...but I can’t promise that.” You stared at him and he held his chin up. “I will do what needs to be done if it came down to it. But please, don’t ask me to promise that. Please.” You swallowed and nodded, Jensen standing up.

“I’m sorry for-”

“Don’t be sorry honey. You know Ray said I have a coping mechanism for framing death in a certain way. I know what you’re asking and I’ll do it if I had to. I just can’t have it phrased like that in my head.”

“I know sweetie,” you said. He held out a hand and helped you to your feet, leaving his hands on your hips. “I just...I need to know you’d be okay eventually.”

“Eventually. I’d still have pieces of you around in them. Can we talk about something else please?”

“What time is it?”

“Just after six. Our reservation’s at eight.”

“Oh I know,” you said, smiling and putting your own hands on his hips, squeezing them briefly. “I only need ten minutes.”

“For…” he said, gazing down as you started to undo his belt with one hand, still smirking up at him. “We do have to feed the kids before the sitter gets here.”

“If you don’t want a blowjob then-”

“Whoa. Nobody said that.” You had his belt loose after a moment and pulled down his zipper, undoing his button, and then placing your hand back on his hips. He grinned and you walked him back against the wall, giving him a rough kiss he sank into. You broke off before he could enjoy it though and shoved his jeans down. You ground your thigh against his bulge, Jensen letting out a tiny grunt. “Y/N. The door’s open.”

“Then you ought to be quiet,” you said. You slid a hand over his mouth and pressed the heel of your other palm against him, rubbing gently through his boxer briefs. “Close your eyes.”

He mumbled underneath you and you stopped moving your hand. His eyes glanced at the open doorway and you cocked your head.

“I’m waiting…” He inhaled sharply and shut his eyes, your hand moving again, working him to hardness quickly. “Sh. I don’t want to hear a peep.”

You sank down to your knees and peeled down his boxer briefs, sticky with precome. He’d had plenty of time to come down from his earlier orgasm but he was still going to be more sensitive than normal. A smile crossed your lips before you dipped your head and licked a line up his shaft. You gently sucked his sack, gently kissed and licked everything except his tip. He had his hands in fists, pressed tightly against the wall.

“Didn’t even say you couldn’t touch but I do like this look on you babe,” you said. He bit his bottom lip and you licked his cock again, Jensen thrusting his hips forward once. You pinned them back against the wall, giving him a warning glance. His bare toes were curling, digging into the rug tightly as you teased him further.

When his face was red and his legs had a slight shake to them, you sucked the head of his cock into your mouth, moving fast and rough. He moaned through sealed tight lips, low and deep as he came. You swallowed him down and smirked as you stood up, Jensen leaning back for support now.

“That was for helping me pick out my outfit,” you said, kissing his cheek. He mumbled, his mind still a bit reeling and you laughed. “Put on new undies before we go. I gotta change. You want to handle dinner for the kids?”

“I got it...in a minute,” he breathed out. “Fuck.”

“I’ll see you downstairs real soon then cutie.”

“Hey,” said Jared, bumping into you outside the bathrooms of the restaurant a few hours later. “If I’d known all it took was to be little miss popular I would have gotten pregnant myself.”

“Of course you would,” you laughed as you were heading back for the private room you’d gotten for then fifteen or so of you. “I think our orders are out soon so hurry back.”

“I will,” he said, smiling as he glanced down at your small bump. “He will not shut up about you and that baby.”

“Do you think he’s annoying people?” you asked. He rolled his eys and smiled. “Jared you can touch. You’ve known I was pregnant for months.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing his hand gently over the top of your skirt. “Told you between the two of us we’d take care of our boy.”

“Didn’t I say that?” you laughed. “Or maybe it was you.”

“Who cares. We make a good team,” he said, waving his hand. “Thank you for giving him a chance. You gave him back living life again, not just surviving it.”

“It was all entirely selfish on my part I’ll admit,” you said.

“I was there for the wedding. I know how much of saps you two are for each other,” he chuckled. “I’m glad we’re friends too.”

“Have you ever thought of me as a replacement?” you asked.

“No. Just an addition. You’re like my little sister. I’m really happy you’re in mine and Gen’s and the kids lives too.”

“Why you getting all sappy Padalecki? Something up?” you asked. He shook his head and dropped his hand away. “Liar.”

“That’s part of why you’re my best friend,” he said with a smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“The Ackles aren’t the only ones with a bun in the oven,” he said. You stared at him before you slapped his arm and started to lightly hop up and down. “Please don’t say anything. Like no one knows. She’s only two months along and it’s still early.”

“I won’t. Oh my...did you get pregnant after we told you we were pregnant?” you asked. He blushed and you whacked his arm again. “Dude. That’s kinda super cute.”

“We actually...we were planning on it a while back but Jensen had the accident and we needed to be there for him and all you guys. You’re our family. You guys reminded us that we had been planning and now...number four.”

“I’m really happy for your guys. That was really big to do for Jensen and hold back.”

“He’s taken care of me a majority of the time we’ve known each other. It didn’t even come close to repaying all he and Dee and you have done.”

“What’s there to repay?” said Jensen, smiling as he stepped out of the bathroom and ruffled Jared’s hair. “I hope you get another girl. Get a taste of what I’m dealing with. You’ll be putty in their hands.”

“I bet it’s a boy,” said Jared. You rolled your eyes and grabbed Jensen when you saw a waiter with a cart open the door to your room. “Don’t let Gen steal my potatoes! She always takes them here.”

“Can do lover boy,” said Jensen, cracking up as you headed back to the room. “You good in there?”

“I got my husband and my bun in the oven. I’m good Ackles. I’m very good.”

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A/N: Read the Due Dates timestamp here!

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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Happy Together - Theo Raeken

a/n: omg this is my first theo fic ever!! i wrote this in like an hour and a half lol. also, this is based on a fic i read a looong time ago that i can’t remember who posted it or when it was posted.

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“Where is she!” Theo shouts, stumbling through the hallway. He finds the pack sitting in chairs. Scott and Malia stand defensively, wanting to know why he was here.

“You don’t need to know,” Malia spits. Theo steps back a bit, wondering why they were so hostile.

“Yes I do! She’s my girlfriend!”

“You don’t care about her,” Stiles buts in. Theo glares at the young wolf, his heart racing as he tries to calm down.

“Yes I do!” He repeats.

“She’s still out of it. Just sit, behave, and we’ll hear from the doctor soon,” Scott sighs, telling him. “Her room is right there.” Your boyfriend runs over to the small window and peers into your room. Tears immediately spring to his eyes and he keeps from sobbing out.

You laid in the bed, IVs hooked up to you, eyes closed. You looked at peace and calm, compared to what really happened to you.

An omega wolf attacked you while you were at the creek in the woods. You had enough energy to make it to the main road, and that’s when someone driving by spotted you and took you to the hospital.

It was a rare attack of a wolf during the day, which is what caught the pack’s attention.

Theo plops down in a chair furthest away from the pack, his knee bouncing up and down nervously. He kept his eyes on you through the window, waiting for the moment you awake and he can run into your room and take your pain.

It’s an agonizing day, and hours later, now nighttime, you wake up from surgery and groan out in pain.

“Melissa?” You whimper. She steps over to the bed and smiles.

“It’s nice to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“It hurts,” you groan, wincing as you move slightly. “What happened again?”

“You were attacked by an omega wolf. Scott and everyone are trying to figure out why a wolf would attack during the day. You are in the right direction to recover, but there will be deep scarring on your sides where the scratches were deep. They also got your thighs and back. So be careful moving, you have stitches all over the left side of your body.”

“How long have I been out?” She checks the clipboard at the foot of your bed and flips through the papers.

“Looks like you came in at around 2:30, went in for surgery immediately, got out at about two hours later, and it’s now eight. So about four hours since you got out of surgery.”

“Is Theo here?” She smiles and glances out the window at Theo, slumped in his chair, lazily watching the TV in the waiting room. The rest of the pack was either asleep on one another, or had gone home.

“He’s been here since we called him after you got out of surgery. I called him personally to let him know because Scott, Stiles, and Liam refused to call him.” You chuckle weakly and rub your eyes.

“Can you tell him to come in here?” You ask.

“Of course. Just him?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna see anyone else yet.” She leaves the room and when Theo notices her presence, he shoots up immediately. He is wide awake now, and when Melissa asks him to come with her, he can feel the angry stares from the others. But he ignores them and follows her.

When he sees you, he sobs out within seconds. Melissa leaves you two alone and stays out in the hall to talk with Scott and the others.

Theo pulls a chair up next to your bed and grabs your hand.

“Holy shit,” he gasps out, wiping his face, making you laugh.

“I’m okay,” you murmur, reaching up to wipe his cheeks away for him. He leans into your touch and hums.

“You look rough. In the nicest way possible,” he tells you.

“Yeah. Being attacked by a wolf isn’t going to make me look like a movie star, is it?” He laughs this time and tightens his grip on your hand. You watch as his veins turn black and his breathing staggers. You sigh out in relief and relax, a majority of the pain disappearing.

“Thank you,” you whisper, eyes falling shut in content. Theo leans down to press a kiss to the back of your hand and up your arm to where the IV sat.

“Seeing you in pain is literally the worst thing.”

The entire time you two were talking, Scott was listening between the conversation and Theo’s heartbeat. Stiles was on him about what you two were talking about, but he refused to share information like that.

“Come on, Scott!” Liam begs. “He has to be saying some nonsense.”

“He’s not,” the Alpha says, zeroing in on Theo’s heartbeat after he hears you giggle. “His heartbeat is steady besides a few skips in it when she laughs, says something, or touches him.”

“He could be good at hiding his heartbeat!” Stiles says. Scott shakes his head.

“I can tell when supernaturals try to hide their heartbeats. This isn’t the same.”

The pack watches you two interact more and more, and this time, Malia says something.

“I’ve never seen her smile like that. Her heartbeat also shows how much she cares for him.”

“Guys! Are you hearing what you’re saying!” Stiles yells. Scott and Malia exchange glances.

“Stiles, calm down.”

“No! How can you not trust this guy! He killed you, he manipulated all of us, and he lied about everything!”

“He apologized and owned up to everything! And who knows, he probably could have fallen for her. He knows she’s not a supernatural, so-”

“But he knows she’s close to you and the pack as a whole,” Stiles interrupts him.

“Stiles!” Scott roars. Stiles shuts up immediately. “He just told her he loves her.” The group falls silent.

“He did?” Liam wonders. Scott nods and focuses on your conversation.

“She loves him too.” He smiles after hearing the sincerity in both of your voices. You two share a sweet kiss, and he can hear both of your heart beats speeding up due to it.

“They’re happy together, and that’s all that should matter.” Malia smiles at you two and agrees with Scott.

“You really love me?” You whisper to Theo, head tilted to the side out of exhaustion. He nods and squeezes your hand.

“I do. And I know trusting me probably isn’t easy, but I don’t joke around when it comes to relationships and feelings. I’ve been hurt too many times in the past, that’s not a joke to me.”

Your hand threads through his hair as his eyes fall closed, sleep taking over him as well.

Melissa walks in to check up on you one final time before going home.

“Theo, you’re more than welcome to stay here with her,” she tells your boyfriend. Theo smiles and stands, looking around for a place to sleep.

“Oh, you can sleep in the bed with her. It’s big enough. As long as you stay on her right side and don’t rub any of her stitches. And no dirty business!” You three share a laugh and Theo kicks his shoes off.

“I will be back tomorrow morning, (Y/N). Overnight, Elise will take care of you. I told her Theo would be staying with you, so she’s not alarmed to see a random man in bed with you.” A giggle escapes your lips as Theo waits for her to leave.

When she finally does, Theo closes the blinds for the windows and turns the small TV on so there is a source of light in the room. He removes his shirt and sets it on the chair, keeping his pants on since they weren’t jeans, so he was pretty comfortable.

Once he was comfortable, he helps you turn on your side and curl into his chest, feeling the warmth and security he always offers.

“Thank you for staying with me,” you grin. He kisses your forehead and his hand behind you rubs the back of your neck.

“Of course, baby. If I wasn’t able to stay in here, I would’ve slept in the waiting room.”

Silence falls between you two and your pain was slowly starting to come back, now that you were laying in a different position. Theo senses this right away and grabs your wrist to take it away.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself with how much pain you’re taking,” you sigh and fall against his chest.

“I don’t care. You’re my girl, and you don’t deserve to be in pain. And I hate seeing it.”

“I love you, Theo.” You fall asleep moments later, but not before Theo kisses across your forehead and rests his cheek against it.

“I love you too, darling.”

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pthalomars · 3 years

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Ninjago fanseason!

Here’s the first part of my synopsis post, I’ll make sure to reblog it and add more of my summary as I write it out.

Trigger Warnings for this: blood/gore, hospitals+surgery, injury, there will probably be more and I will make sure to tag accordingly (if there’s anything else that I miss, please let me know so I can tag it!!)

Anyways, here’s how it starts...

Battle in Ninjago City

A group of assailants are on the rise in ninjago city. The ninja show up to thwart their latest attack and a battle ensues on the streets. The assailants are spread throughout the city, so the ninja are forced to split up into teams. Cole with Jay, Zane with Nya, and Lloyd with Kai.

Lloyd and Kai are fending off their attackers, but Kai notices something is wrong. His powers aren’t working. Pathetic flames are sputtering out of his palms and fizzling out into smoke. He’s losing his powers again.

While Kai is distracted, one of the enemies has a laser gun trained on him, ready to strike and take him out. Lloyd jumps in front of Kai at the last minute, taking the laser beam straight through his left shoulder. Dangerously close to his heart. Kai and Lloyd are on the ground, and when Kai comes to his senses, he frantically gets him and Lloyd into an alleyway for cover.

Lloyd is losing a lot of blood, and Kai is doing his best to tend to his wounds. He screams into the com that Lloyd is down and that they need medical help, now. Zane assures him that an ambulance is on the way, and to stay with Lloyd until paramedics show up.

The attackers start to make their way into the alley, only to be strewn aside by Nya and Zane. Cole and Jay have showed up as well, and now Kai and Lloyd are at least safe from them. Kai has Lloyd propped up against a wall, keeping pressure on his wound and telling him that he’s gonna be alright. Lloyd is whimpering in pain and tears fall from his eyes and stain his red-painted gi. “It hurts..” Lloyd murmurs. Kai lets out a choked sob and holds him close. “I know, I know it does buddy. It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay I promise.”

Medics finally show up and get Lloyd out of there. Kai and Nya are able to ride in the ambulance, and so they make their way to the nearest hospital.

The Ambulance

The ambulance ride is tense. Paramedics are working to stabilize Lloyd enough so that he can survive until they arrive at the hospital. Kai and Nya are shoved in a corner, as to not get in the way of the medics. Kai doesn’t say anything, his eyes are empty and he’s a million miles away in his mind. Nya is beginning to process the events of that day too, and all she can do is look between her brothers and silently let her tears fall.

She leans on Kai and goes to hold his hand to comfort him, but she stops short of his wrists. He still has so much of Lloyd’s blood on his hands. It’s on his gi, it’s in his hair, it’s underneath his fingernails. She figures it’s best to hold his arm, so she does. Thankfully, the ride is short, and they make it there in time for Lloyd to go into emergency surgery.

The Hospital

Lloyd is rushed into surgery and Kai and Nya are left in the lobby of the hospital. Kai wants to be near Lloyd, so he stays as close as staff will allow him to. Which means he ends up sitting on the ground in a hallway for a very long time.

Nya sits with him for a while, before she gets up to get them snacks. Then to call the others and let them know where they are. Then to get some fresh air. She checks in on him periodically, but also figures he needs space to process what all happened that day.

Eventually, the others show up. Cole, Jay, Zane, Wu, and Misako arrive and start asking a million questions. Nya looks exhaustedly at them, and tells them that she’ll fill in the rest later. Jay leads Nya to sit down and Cole asks where Kai is. Nya points to the hallway across the room, and says that he should be at the end of the corridor.

Cole makes his way down the hall, and low and behold, Kai is still sitting in the same spot. The master of earth knees down, putting a comforting hand on Kai’s knee. Kai looks up for the first time in hours and Cole sees the dried tear streaks coming from his red and puffy eyes.

“Hey buddy, how are you holding up?” he asks. Kai averts his gaze and curls further into himself. Cole’s eyebrows pinch upwards, and he goes to move some of Kai’s hair out of his eyes. He notices the blood in his hair and worriedly asks him if he’s gotten medical attention. Very quietly, Kai says, “ ‘s not my blood.” and then Cole looks down at Kai’s clothes, and his hands. It finally clicks. It’s Lloyd’s blood.

Cole sighs, moving to stand up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Kai doesn’t respond, but allows Cole to help him get on his feet. They make their way to the nearest bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Kai starts to wash his hands. He watches as the dried blood begins to run off of his hands and drain into the sink. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs, but his hands are still red. The water is scalding hot and he’s started to rub his skin raw. Cole sees Kai become increasingly upset and then notices his hands again. Steam is rising from the sink and there’s no more blood. Cole turns off the sink and grabs paper towels. He dries off Kai’s hands as delicately as he can before looking at him. “Your hands are clean, Kai. They’re clean.” Cole brings Kai in for a hug and Kai shatters in his arms. Cole presses a kiss to the top of Kai’s head and wraps his arms tighter around him. They hold each other for a long time before they finally leave the bathroom.

Cole brings Kai to the lobby, where everybody is sitting together, finding ways to pass the time. Zane and Jay go to stand up and greet Kai, but Cole gives them a soft, warning sort of look. A look that tells them that Kai isn’t ready for that quite yet. They sit back down.

A nurse comes out and informs them all of Lloyd’s condition. He’s alive and he’s stable, but he’s going to need to stay at the hospital for a while until his condition improves. And unfortunately, they aren’t able to let the ninja stay with him through the night. They have to go home. Kai protests, stating that he needs to be there for Lloyd, that he can’t just leave him alone. Wu puts a hand on Kai’s shoulder and reassures him. “He’s in good hands, he will be okay for the night.” Wu says. After a moment, Kai sighs and reluctantly agrees to leave.

The First Night Home

The gang gets home and everyone is so exhausted from the events of the day. It’s about 1 in the morning and everyone heads to bed. Cole asks Kai if he wants to stay in his room. Kai nods and lets Cole lead him to his bed. They fall asleep in each other's arms, and Kai is too tired to cry anymore. Cole holds him and pets his hair. He could take a shower in the morning.

The first week(s) home

Each day that passes, Kai begins to come to a realization. Lloyd was hurt because he was protecting him. If he had been able to use his powers, Lloyd wouldn’t have had to get hurt. It was his fault that Lloyd was in the hospital, that he had a hole blasted straight through his shoulder, that he wasn’t home.

He still visits Lloyd every day. His little brother isn’t always awake, but he just needs to make sure he’s still alive. Usually one of the others will go with him, and sometimes everyone will tag along. Lloyd gets better with time and his recovery goes along smoothly.

Kai comes to another realization. Without his powers, he is useless. He can’t protect himself, let alone anyone else. The rest of the team has to compensate for him, and because of that, they get hurt. Kai has to leave.

The others notice that something is off with Kai. Cole, in particular, sees that he’s acting very differently. He asks him if everything is okay, and every time Kai responds with “I’m fine” or “it’s nothing important.” Part of Cole feels bad, and wonders if he’s being too pushy. But his concern for his boyfriend overpowers that minor worry.

Kai spends the majority of his time thinking over his departure. Where is he going? What is he going to do? Why is he leaving? He doesn’t have all the answers right away, but to him, that didn’t really matter. All that mattered to him was that he was a danger to those around him, and to keep the others safe, he had to take himself out of the picture for a while. At least until he got his powers back and could carry his own weight.

But he couldn’t leave. Not yet. He was going to wait until Lloyd came back home. He had to make sure he was going to be okay before he left. He had already failed him once, he didn’t want to make it worse by leaving without ensuring that he was in hands he could trust.

Lloyd comes back

Lloyd is finally able to be released from the hospital. The ninja have worked hard to get the monastery clean and ready for him to come back home. After what felt like forever, they would finally get to have him back.

The doctors gave strict orders that, even though Lloyd is stable enough to be released, that he must be given enough time to fully heal and recover from his injuries. No training, no fights, nothing. Just bed rest and lots of physical therapy sessions.

The gang brings Lloyd home and they all share very careful side hugs with their boy. Kai is so relieved to have Lloyd back, but he also knows that it was time for him to go.

They all sit down for dinner and the room is lighthearted. Everyone is laughing, cracking jokes, and enjoying each other's company. Except for Kai. He’s trying to fake it, but it’s painfully obvious that he just doesn’t have the energy. Nobody pushes him though, nor prods at him with questions. For once, Kai feels relieved that he isn’t being put under scrutiny.

Eventually, Kai excuses himself and heads to his room. He explains that it’s just a headache and that he was going to lay down for a bit.

After a short period of time, Cole gets up to go check on Kai. He knows it wasn’t just a headache.

(dialogue)

[[Cole: Hey babe, just wanted to check in on ya. Everything okay?

Kai: … jus’ not feeling well.

Cole: Do you want some company?

Kai: I’d rather be alone right now.

Cole: That’s okay. Just know that I’m here for you when you’re ready. I love you, Kai.

Kai: .. I love you too, Cole. I really do.

Cole: I know. I hope you sleep well, good night honey.

Kai: g’night, rocky.]]

Kai’s Departure

Later that night, everyone has gone to bed except for Kai. He’s laying in his bed, staring holes through the ceiling. He knew that he would leave once Lloyd came home. He was alive, recovering, and safe with everyone else now.

He gets up and starts packing the essentials. He realizes he’s gonna need different clothes for when he’s gone. There are multiple reasons for this. He needs to be less recognizable, he doesn’t want people to see him and immediately know who he is. His signature color reminds him of his failures, how his fire has both failed him in his times of need and hurt those around him. And most importantly, it reminds him of Lloyd’s blood that remained on him for so long. The way the blood dried on the fabric and never seemed to wash out from underneath his fingernails. He doesn’t like the color red anymore.

(as a characterization for his outfit, the colors are dark grey and black to resemble charcoal and ash. This is meant to be symbolic that his “fire” has been put out and that he has to find a way to “reginite” himself)

As Kai is putting together his new outfit, Wu walks in and sees what he’s doing.

[[Wu: Kai, what are you doing?

Kai: I’m.. I’m leaving.

Wu: Leaving? Why? Where are you going?

Kai: Master Wu, I.. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t have my powers, and I’m dragging everybody else down. I can’t even protect myself, let alone those I love, or even all of Ninjago. Everybody else has to pick up the slack that apparently I can’t carry on my own. People are getting hurt. My friends are getting hurt, Wu, and it’s my fault.

Wu: Is this about Lloyd?

Kai: Yes, yes of course it’s about Lloyd! He got hurt trying to protect me because I panicked and wasn’t paying attention. He could’ve died, and it would’ve been my fault.

Wu: Kai, you know he did that because he didn’t want you to get hurt. I’m sure you would have done the same.

Kai: Of course I would, but that doesn’t matter. There was- there was so much blood. He was crying and I had to keep pressure on the wound but it was hurting him and there wasn’t anything else I could do. There was so much blood, and it was everywhere. I was supposed to keep him safe. But I couldn’t because I don’t have my powers, again. You know how I reached my true potential because I realized I was supposed to protect the green ninja? Some fuckin’ protector I am, I couldn’t even keep him from getting shot and almost dying. AGAIN. It seems like every five minutes, I lose the only thing that makes me worth something!!

Wu: Kai-

Kai: You know, after all the years you’ve spent training us, training me, that I would be able to carry my own weight. But I can’t! I can’t and I don’t understand why! So- so I’m leaving. I can’t stand to see other people getting hurt, so I’m gonna go figure some things out. I’ll come back when I’m ready, but I just can’t do this right now. And don’t try to talk me out of this, I don’t wanna hear any-

Wu: I’m not going to try to talk you out of it.

Kai: -what?

Wu: Even if I tried to convince you otherwise, it is clear that your mind is made up. If this is what you have to do, and this is what you think is right, then go through with it. It is not my place to tell you what to do. You may be my student, but you are also a grown man and you are allowed to make your own decisions.

Kai: I.. wow I wasn’t expecting that..

Wu: I know, but I hope that it was better than hearing me chastise you and tell you that you weren’t allowed to leave.

Kai: Yeah, yeah it was better than that.

Wu: However, you must understand how your absence will affect the others. Have you told them that you’re leaving?

Kai: .. No.

Wu: They will be searching for answers, and they will most likely be looking for you.

Kai: I know. If they ask about me, you can tell them why I left. But don’t tell them where I’m going.

Wu: Why not?

Kai: Because even I don’t really know.

Wu: I understand. Please be safe, Kai. The monastery will always be your home, and we will be here for you when you are ready.

Kai: Thank you, Master Wu. Thank you.]]

Kai makes his way out, but as he is leaving, Lloyd looks out of his window. He sees Kai walk out of the monastery and into the night. But Lloyd is still in a sleepy daze, and immediately falls back asleep. He assumes it was all just a dream.

#ninjago #ninjago fanseason #ninjago a fire you can't put out #kai smith #lloyd garmadon #nya Smith #Cole brookstone #jay walker #zane julien #master wu #ninjago wu #ninjago misako #lavashipping #tw blood #tw gore #tw hospital #tw surgery #this isn't beta read just as a heads up lol

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theladyismyshepard · 3 years

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I loved loved loved, the trans ftm headcannons, I was craving- can I request headcannons about how lady dimitrescu would take it? Or a continuation of the daughters hc, I haven’t seen much ftm stuff about this so I am very eager to read it

It would be my honor to give you more trans ftm content that we’ve oh so been lacking on. I do plan to continue some trans content for the daughters, but for now, I present to you

How Lady Dimitrescu Would React to a Trans (FTM) S/O

(NSFW)

You were so afraid to tell her... You were certain that the only reason she kept you alive was because you were her maiden

She loved to dress you in dresses and loved to make you very beautiful, especially if you were to stand by her side

You always plastered on your false smile to hide how uncomfortable you really felt under her prideful gaze

And her lustful one too

Until one day you just couldn’t anymore

“Stop calling me that!”

Your breath caught in your throat at your disregard of manners...

She was your Alcina, but she was also your Lady, and you were not above getting punished for being disrespectful

Now you really were afraid to say anything at all

“What was that, pet?”

Her tone was demanding, but there was an underlying curiosity there, determined to find the problem

“I-I-”

“You were capable of speaking so eloquently before, so spit it out, darling.”

“I don’t want to be beautiful”

Now Alcina was just confused, so you sigh as you are forced to spell it out to a T for her

You tell her that you aren’t really happy with the body you were born with

You tell her you don’t feel comfortable when she has you undress

You hesitate to tell her how forced the sex had been, seeing as she had yet to show any visible reaction, simply staring at you like she was far away in thought, almost like she was bored

You begin to crumble when you have to tell her what would make you happy

If all you had to do was start crying to get Alcina to pick you up and settle you into her lap, then you would’ve done that from the start

“Hush now, darling, you have nothing to cry about.”

You’ve never felt so small, seated in her lap, curled into yourself and pitiful

When your voice trembled when you asked about what would be happening to you now, she slowly explained as if she were speaking to a child

“Obviously what comes next is I will be reaching out to certain contacts... I think I might know of someone who has knowledge and experience with this.”

You felt so light that you weren’t sure how your legs were supporting your body

She accepted that?

That easy?

You were uncertain that she was fully understood, but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth

Immediately had you an appointment booked, it would take some time, so she needed to start now

The daughters weren’t as receptive as their mother was about you being transgendered

The first time one of her daughters (usually Cassandra or Daniela) offend you or had you riddled with insecurities, the Lady was on that ass

“It would do you well to remember that he is my pet, darling... it was never your job to concern yourself with it.”

The threat was there, but all you could hear was the correct pronoun, and it had you on cloud nine the rest of the day

Once she sniffs out an insecurity of yours, she is quick to nip it in the bud, forcing you to love yourself

The dresses stopped and you were dressed quite charmingly in your suits, each one hand tailored

She has your needs attended to while you were recovering after your transition, you never had to lift a finger

Once you had your surgery and you were all healed up quite nicely, Alcina was more than looking forward to showing you how much she appreciated the body you felt at ease in

Oh she still had full control, she isn’t the dommy mommy for nothing

But you went crazy at the sight of her riding your dick so frenzied that you could tell she was just using you to get herself off

But that’s not to say she leaves her pet in need

You couldn’t tell which you loved more

The heat of her core as you buried yourself deep inside of her over and over again

The wetness of her mouth when she licked along the shaft (maybe you loved when she chuckled around you after she teased your cock with her fang, gently nicking it)

Or the softness of the valley of her breasts when she stroked you in between them (maybe even the smirk she gave you when you spilled out onto her chest)

You decided that you loved it most when you pleased her, especially after everything she’d done and given to you

Confidence

Love

Self-acceptance

You loved when she showed approval through sex, but it made your heart flutter through domestic displays

Like when she picks out what you wear everyday

Some might see it as controlling, but you know she knows that her opinion of what you look like is all you concern yourself about

So she picks out what would fit your frame excellently, and is always sure you see her eyes trailing over your body

“There will never be another man as magnificent as you, darling.”

It was your turn to hold your head up with pride, finally comfortable, especially in Alcina’s presence

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu’s daughters #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #tall vampire lady #trans man #trans pride

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amelinksanatomy · 3 years

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Someone at the hospital constantly flirts with Amelia and Link gets really jealous that when she gets home he reminds her that she’s his (smut) and makes her tell him that she’s his only

Jealous

A/N: Thanks for the prompt. There's A LOT of smut in my inbox right now, I'll try and get to it. This is set sometime in 16A except Amelia is not pregnant. Enjoy!

WARNING: SMUT and it's long and dirty... I should go to church.

He could hear it from down the hall.

The sound that always makes his heart flutter.

Amelia's laugh was infectious, her smile too. Link could hear his favorite sound getting louder as he got closer. But, as he walked around the corner to the OR board, his smile faded. He felt it in his stomach; that feeling.

"Seriously, Dr. Shepherd, that surgery was truly incredible." the new neuro fellow said, his tone a little over-friendly.

"Well, good to know I made a good first impression." Amelia laughed, wiping her name off the board before leaning against it.

"World class neurosurgeon Amelia Shepherd? It would pretty hard for you to not make a good first impression." he smirks, leaning against the board the same way she had.

Link felt his blood starting to boil as he watches the interaction. He walked over to where they were standing and wrapped an arm around her waist. Amelia turned her head and smiled at her boyfriends appearance, "Dr. Lincoln, this is Dr. Kahn, my new fellow."

The younger man held out his hand to Link, "Good to meet you. Amelia was just telling me about the surgery you two performed in New York a few months ago."

Link cleared his throat and turned his body into Amelia's, rubbing his hand up and down her side before looking at the other man, "Could you excuse us."

Dr. Kahn raised his eyebrows, looking down at the arm around Amelia's waist before nodding and leaving the two alone. Amelia unwrapped herself from Link's hold and turns to face him, her expression both confused and irritated, "What is wrong with you?"

"You were so rude just now." Amelia said sternly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"He was flirting with you." Link explains.

"No, he wasn't. He was being nice." Amelia rolls her eyes causing Link to laugh, "Amelia, he was flirting. I don't blame him but you are mine."

"Oh, so that's how this is going to go?" Amelia asks, clearly both irritated and amused by this conversation, "I'm yours and no man or woman is ever allowed to be nice to me ever again?"

"No one is allowed to flirt with you, only me." Link says, his voice serious causing Amelia to laugh once more, "You're ridiculous."

"And you're mine." Link smirks.

"When we get out of here, i'm gonna remind you why."

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The second the two got through the door of Link's apartment, he had her pressed up against the door. His lips pressed against hers. The rapidness of it all caused Amelia to laugh into his mouth, "Oh, you were serious."

Link didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. She crossed her legs around his back as he carried her towards the bedroom, kissing around her neck.

When they got there, he threw Amelia onto the bed and stood in front of her. He gave her a sultry look as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside before doing the same to his pants and boxers. Now completely naked, Link climbed onto the bed where she was laid back and using her elbows to prop her up.

"You won't be needing this." Link says, pulling off her shirt.

He leans in to attach their lips once more, forcefully but making sure to not hurt her. He kept their lips pressed against each other, not letting them part for air while he reached around her back and removed her bra, tossing it behind him. Without warning, Link pulled away from her lips and took her nipple into his mouth causing Amelia to moan. She tried to hold it in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but failed.

Eventually, Link had made his way down her body and was now tugging on her pants. He managed to pull them off, along with her underwear, at what seemed like record speed. Wasting no time, Link pushed her legs apart and smirked, "This wet for me already, huh."

Amelia rolled her eyes and smacked his arm with her foot, "Cocky."

Link pushed her legs up towards her chest and pulled her closer to him as he laid on his stomach, head placed between her thighs. He dove in, licking her softly, teasing her. "I am the only one who knows exactly how to get you screaming." he tells her as he pushes two fingers into her. Amelia breathes heavily at the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his tongue heightening everything she was feeling.Link began pumping his fingers into her, immediately curling them to reach her g-spot while his tongue makes slow circles around her clit. It was taking everything in Amelia to not moan, she wasn't giving in to his game yet. With his free hand, Link reached up to her chest and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Amelia had to bite her lip to stop herself from making a sound.

Link looked up from between her legs for a split second and smirked when he saw how hard she was trying. Seconds later, he had added a third finger and was pumping into her at a rapid pace. Amelia couldn't keep it in anymore. As his fingers moved, the sound of her arousal was joined by the sound of her moans as she got close to her climax. Link continued pumping his fingers and circling his tongue until she was squirming below him, squealing. He suddenly felt her walls tighten around him as she came, moaning his name loudly. However, Link didn't stop what he was doing. He sat up slightly, pulling his face away from her centre but continued to pump his fingers into her. Amelia was panting as the combination of coming down from her high and Link's continued movements started to overwhelm her. It wasn't until she started to squirt a little that she threw her head back and tried to close her legs around his arm.

"Okay, stop stop stop." Amelia begs, unable to take anymore "You've made your point."

Link smirks as he grabs her leg and uses it to flip her over so she's on her hands and knees, "I don't think I have."

Without giving her a chance to recover from her intense orgasm, Link pushed into her. Her walls were wet and warm and the feeling caused him to moan quietly. He immediately started pounding into her igniting another fire in Amelia's stomach as the feeling overwhelmed her, "No one fucks you as good a I do.". Link pushes her body down so the side of her face was now pressed into the mattress. The angle allowed Link to push deeper and hit her g-spot.

"You are mine. You understand?" Link asks dominantly.

He received no reply, just muffled moans as Amelia felt herself nearing the edge once more. Link could feel it too; her walls tightening around him and pushing him that bit closer.

"You are not allowed to cum yet." he instructs as he continues pounding into her, the sounds of their skin slapping filling the room.

"Please." Amelia whined, feeling herself starting to fall.

"Tell me who you belong to." Link demands.

Amelia, starting to become overstimulated, says nothing as she bites her lip once more in an attempt to hold on a little longer. Link speeds up his thrusts again as he starts to feel his balls tighten.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks again, a word between each thrust.

"You." Amelia gives in breathlessly, "I'm yours."

"Good girl. You're mine and don't you forget it." he says as he reaches around to rub her clit, signalling to her that she is allowed to fall. Amelia screams his name as she cums harder than she ever has before. Her body has a mind of it's own as she convulses around him. The sight of her causes Link to reach his own climax right after.

A few minutes later, they collapse on the bed, side by side. As they gain their breath back, Link pulls Amelia closer with a hand on her hip and wraps his leg over hers. He leans in to press a gentle kiss against her lips, feeling as they both smile into it.

"You're my girl." he says, running his fingers softly down her side.

Amelia rolls her eyes and smirks, "After that? You've got nothing to worry about, trust me."

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kittensyoonie · 3 years

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WayV X Male Reader

You were recovering from top surgery, but sadly they couldn’t physically be there with you, however, they did send you a care package.

Lucas X Ten X Ftm Reader

Requested: nuu

Warnings: surgery, top surgery, reader is in pain, some sadness but mostly fluff, luten are adorable bfs-

You were back at your home country, at home as your top surgery scars were healing. You finally got the drains taken out, and just had to focus on your scars healing.

Sadly though, your boyfriends weren’t available to be with you during it. But they made a point of texting and calling you every second they could. They had promotions to do with wayv, and would hopefully be done within a couple of more weeks. And you couldn’t wait.

You were curled up in your chair watching tv, when you heard a knock at the door. You were confused and faced your mom, who gave you a smile and waved you off, before going to get the door.

You watched her as she opened the door, a box sitting there. She picked it up, bringing it inside going to you.

“Hey y/n? Did you order anything? This is addressed to you.” Your mom said, looking a bit confused as she set it down.

You were confused, shaking your head, until you got a text from the gc with your boys.

Cas: don’t open it until you call us

Cas: we wanna see 😤

Ten: we got you a care package since we can’t actually be there with you

Y/n: … but how do you know I got it? Were you stalking the tracking?

Cas: yes we wanted to know when it got there so you didn’t open it without us :(

Ten: I hate to rush you baby but you might wanna call us soon, Lucas is really excited and misses you

Ten: we’re free now so don’t worry

Y/n: alright, I’ll call now

You smiled fondly at your phone and then the box. You grabbed a pillow and moved down to sit on the floor. You propped your phone against the pillow, before pressing the video call button.

You were a mess, your hair was all over the place and you were wearing the comfiest clothes you had. The jacket you were wearing however, just so happened to be Lucas’.

You weren’t worried though, having video called them for a while, even when you had your drains still in.

They quickly answered, using tens number. Lucas was snuggled into Ten, his arms wrapped around him as he rested against ten, smiling happily at the screen.

Ten kissed Lucas head before having to the camera, smiling at you.

“Oh my god baby, I know you said you got your drains out, but look at you, I’m so proud.” Ten said smiling.

You couldn’t help but smile also, nodding fast. You unzipped the jacket and showed your chest. It still had bandages, and was padded from the gauze underneath.

“I can’t wait to see the bandages off, you’re gonna be more handsome than ever- wait, hey! That’s my jacket!” Lucas said, but it was clear he wasn’t upset about it.

You couldn’t help but giggle, nodding as you zipped your jacket back up carefully. “I missed you guys a lot, and I remember I had a jacket that I could use of yours so I’ve been using it.” You explained.

You had to be careful what you wore since you couldn’t raise your arms that well. A jacket and button down shirts were the easiest to handle.

“We missed you too baby, especially the puppy-“ ten said, causing Lucas to glare. Ten gave him a ‘try it’ look, which caused you to laugh.

You carefully tilted the box on its side before cutting it open. The second you flipped the folds out of the way, you could immediately smell both of their colognes, which caused you to physically relax.

You reached in seeing a note, smiling to yourself as you unfolded it. They noticed you grabbed it and went quiet, wanting you to be able to read it.

Hey my baby, we’re really sorry we couldn’t be there for you for such an important moment. I know you keep telling us it’s okay and you understand, and you knew what you were getting yourself into by dating us, but still. Xuxi came up with the idea of getting you a care package to help you recover, and I agreed. We researched the best we could while also keeping you and your likes in mind. There’s also something in there from the other boys, they missed you lots. We love you so much baby, and we’re so proud of you. -ten.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes watered reading the note, folding it back up. You wiped your eyes and looked at them, a fond smile dancing on your lips.

“You idiots, it’s okay that you’re not physically here, I knew this was probably gonna happen, and it’s okay. You guys are here, you’re constantly texting and calling and checking in on me, and hell now you guys are giving me gifts. I love you both so much, don’t feel bad, please.” You said, looking at the two.

“We just really want to hold you and help you with the pain.” Lucas said pouting, ten silently shushing him to soothe him.

“You can soon.” You said smiling to him reassuringly, before pulling out a few jackets, they were new but they had both of their colognes sprayed on it. To you, that scent smelled like home.

You careful folded then and placed them to the side, before pulling out a switch game, Mario cart. You glared are the camera before showing them.

“Ya, why would you spend this much money on me?” You whines, looking between them and the game.

“Because we want to spoil you, and get to play with you. All of us have it, and we wanted to be able to play with you. Also because we remember you telling us playing on the switch was easy while confined to your chair.” Ten explain, laughing at the last part.

You hated it when they spent money on you, but you were also really grateful. There was also candy and chips from korea in the box, making you smile. You pulled them out, then seeing small bags.

Each of them had one of the wayv members name on it. They were small bags of snacks from their home country that they loved. You couldn’t help but smile, looking at the stuff you got.

“Thank you guys so much, tell the boys thank you for me too.” You said, grabbing your favorite bag of chips, opening them.

“I’m glad you like them all baby.” Ten said, watching his lover with a fond smile.

When you looked closer, you could see the whipped look in their eyes as they watched you, and you couldn’t help but blush slightly.

You knew, there was no chance in hell you’d ever lose them, that they truly did love you, and would always be there for you.

“We were thinking, when promotions are over, we come visit and spend some time with you?” Ten said, Lucas nodding next to him.

“We miss you so much, we just want to see you and spend time with you in person, if you’re up for it.” Lucas chimed in.

“By the time you’re done I think I’ll be well enough for anything, I’d love it if you guys came. And oh oh, I could show you around my town.” You said excitedly, your eyes lighting up.

“Then we’ll see you soon, we gotta go sadly, I love you.” Ten said, Lucas also saying he loves him as he got up.

“I love you both as well, thank you.” You said, smiling and waving before they left the call.

You sighed in content, waiting your chips as you looked at all the gifts. You already felt a million times better.

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caesaryoulater · 3 years

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“ it’s okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. ” - Agent Marcus Pike is tortured, badly beaten up, bruised and bloody but is rescued fortunately. He is rushed to the hospital and gets an operation he needs. After the surgery, Marcus is unconscious but recovering and Marcus' fiancée comforts him while trying not to cry. The next morning, he wakes up and comforts her.

Awake

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ There’s nothing explicit here, but my blog is 18+

Word Count: 583

Content: Angst. Mentions of injury.

From: Prompt list

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it ☺️

This week has been the worst of your life. You’re running on no sleep, you’ve been worried sick, and while you’re on the tail end of it and knew things would be relatively ok, it still didn’t feel that way. You look at your fiancé laying in the hospital bed. Usually so full of life, always happy and doing what he could to make you happy. Now he’s covered in scrapes and bruises, his face swollen.

Normally you didn’t worry much about him despite his line of work. His department didn’t usually see much danger. At least compared to other departments. But they had gotten mixed up with the wrong criminal. You had gotten the call days ago, the exact time line now muddied. He had been taken hostage. His supervisor told you not to come to the office, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t miss any updates. When they finally found him he had been beaten. But he was alive.

He got out of surgery to repair some of the damaged tissue in his face. He’s been out since. And you haven’t left his side. The nurse took pity on you and let you back with him sooner than she should have. She half-joked that she was tired of seeing you look pathetic in her waiting room.

“It’s okay. I promise you, I will be here when you wake up,” you whisper, gently running your hands over his face. You weren’t sure how much he was aware, but you talked to him anyway. Talked about your day, even though it mostly consisted of pacing the waiting room. Read to him from the book you had been carrying around, otherwise unread, through the last few days.

You lay your head on your arm on the bed, telling yourself you were just going to rest your eyes.

—-

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but you wake up to the feeling of a hand gently running over your hair. Jolting awake you see Marcus awake.

He grins weakly over at you. “Hey beautiful.”

You’re immediately out of your seat, gently sitting on the bed. Fussing over him. “Marcus how are you feeling? You’ve had me so worried.” Your voice is shaky despite trying to stay strong. The tears well up and you’re trying not to let them spill over.

“I’m fine sweetheart. You look so tired.” He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips.

You nod. “Haven’t slept much.” You sigh. “I look a bit better than you at least,” you’re desperate for some normalcy. And bantering was definitely normal for the two of you.

He lets out a big laugh then holds his ribs and winces. “Yeah, well, that’s true any day.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand, now back in his. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

You shake your head. “I’m staying right here.” There was no way you were leaving; you knew he was safe, but there was no way you could let him out of your sight yet.

“At least lay down then.” You sigh and nod. He slowly scoots over so you have some room. You curl up next to him, watching him to make sure you don’t hit anything tender. Once you’re settled, he kisses the top of your head. “I love you so much.”

You close your eyes, finally feeling more comfortable and less anxious than you’ve felt in days. “I love you too, Marcus.”

#marcus pike x you #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fic #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #reader insert #my fics #prompts

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chockfullofsecrets · 3 years

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Star Wars: Gentler, Harder

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: He waits for Poe to twist around before continuing. “You were kind of being one, weren’t you? Teasing Rey like that.”

Finn’s got a mischievous look on his face, one Poe hasn’t seen on him before, and for all that Poe knows he’s not supposed to be moving he feels his stomach flip like he’s just entered a spiral dive.

Rey’s voice is far too close on his other side, sounding livelier than she has since he’s met her. “Does that mean we have to tickle him now?”

Wordcount: 2.6k

A/N: @ticklesofcolor event fill for @ticklishnonsense! Prompts were a combination of “Poe really loves getting tickled and has to ask for it” and “Finn gets taught how to tickle someone” - I am looking at those CR prompts, believe me, but I thought it would be fun to try something new too :)

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“Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes!”

Poe’s still not over the way Finn beams every time he sees him - he startles a little, probably on just enough symoxin to dull the rest of his senses along with the nerves, and breaks into a smile so brilliant against his dark skin that it’s hard not to squint. “Poe!”

He sounds like he’s still excited about having actual names to call. Poe tries not to think about it too hard.

Rey, curled up on the other side of the medical bed in, does her best impression of not looking expectantly at him. Poe grins and holds out a nutrition bar that she snatches and squirrels away somewhere in her dangling wraps faster than he can follow. “Good day?”

“Yes,” she says, perfunctorily making room for him to sit. She and Finn are close, he knows, and they’re never far from one another if they can help it - they do have enough spare beds that their two newest recruits shouldn’t be sharing one, he’s checked - but she’s not much for cuddling, and over the past few days they’ve worked out an unspoken agreement that Poe gets to crawl in between the two of them whenever he comes by. “Finn’s doctor says he’s almost ready for the next round of surgery, but he still shouldn’t be moving around.”

Poe squirms into a sitting position against the uncomfortable starchiness of the singular medbay pillow and looks Finn over as the two of them attempt to quote jargon about vertebrae and internal splints at him. He does look well, bandages aside, but it looks like clapping his shoulder still isn’t a good idea- instead, he settles for smacking a kiss against the coarse corkscrew curls that are just starting to grow out of Finn’s military cut. It’s a good look on him.

Finn interrupts himself to laugh and punch Poe gently in the shoulder with his good arm. “What about you, pilot? Do anything crazy today?”

A metric ton of paperwork, mostly. “Wait, wait - Rey, what about you?”

She frowns at him, same as every time he’s asked. “I still don’t think there’s anything wrong with me that would keep me from doing mechanic work-”

Finn shifts behind him. Poe twists back to him and catches his wince just as he gets close enough to whisper loudly, “She’s only had two headaches, I’ve been watching her all day.”

“Finn! I’ve been watching you,” Rey insists, wide-eyed. “If they let me out, I can start getting supplies for us, and - Poe Dameron, stop looking at me like that-”

“Like what?” he asks, trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

“The-” She gestures tightly in the general direction of his face, which only makes him laugh harder.

“Okay, okay, I just-” He fishes another nutrition bar out of his jacket and breaks it into three, holding out a portion to either side. “We have enough supplies for you and Finn, Rey. It took me four days to recover from whatever Kylo Ren did to my head - not saying you can’t do it in less, but I know how it felt and you need rest. The General herself said so, and she knows more about the Force than anyone here.”

Rey stuffs the food into her cheek and sinks back into herself, rubbing a little self-consciously at the dark circles under her eyes, and it’s hard to stop himself from reaching out to her, unwelcome as it might be given that they’ve just met and he’s technically the reason she’s not waist-deep in machinery right now. He’d tell her about the little manifest of speeder parts and a run-down X-wing he’s been saving for her to look at when she’s well, but he’s a little afraid that it’ll make her even more restless. “I nearly escaped an enemy base by myself and no one will even let me check the hyperdrive strain on the Falcon, but people keep coming in here and asking Finn for - for intel, whatever that means.”

“First Order secrets,” Finn intones, and lets out a semi-hysterical laugh. Poe’s heart lurches. He’d do anything to keep these two protected, safe, but for the cause-

He can do his best to cheer them up, at least, even if he’s feeling a little wiped himself. “Well,” he says, flicking Rey’s knee playfully, “we all know which one of you went around calling himself a ‘big deal’ in the Resistance, so-”

“Poe Dameron,” Rey hisses, rocking forward and launching a flurry of insistent pokes at his belly, “I’ll - I’ll take the Force and - Poe?”

Poe is - he’s not that ticklish, or at least that’s what he tells himself, but prodding at his soft spots is mean and he’s already half-sunk in laughter as he instinctively scrambles away from her.

Finn makes a startled sound just to his right, and he realizes abruptly that someone’s going to get hurt if he doesn’t stop flailing around. “Rey - Rey, wahahait-”

She pulls her hand back, brow furrowed. “What was that?”

“Wait, are you ticklish?” Finn asks.

Every nerve in Poe’s body sings at actually hearing the word. Clearly, it’s been a while.

Rey looks even more confused. “Ticklish?”

“The laughing,” Finn clarifies. “It usually happens when you poke someone in a ticklish spot.”

“Oh.” Rey looks adorably contrite. “Sorry, Poe, I didn’t know you were - ticklish? There?”

Goosebumps prickle at the back of his neck - they just keep saying it - but there’s a sudden, disappointing clarity at the realization that they’re not actually going to keep tickling him if he doesn’t say anything. “Oh, uh, I don’t mind, really I-”

I like it, he finishes in his head, but the words catch, warm and embarrassed, in the back of his throat and he just coughs instead. He scoots gingerly back towards Rey and tries again. “Um. I’m used to it, it’s not like Jess hasn’t used it against me when she thinks I’m being a brat.”

“Well,” Finn says, and that’s not a tone Poe’s ever heard from him before.

He waits for Poe to twist around before continuing. “You were kind of being one, weren’t you? Teasing Rey like that.”

Rey’s voice is far too close on his other side, sounding livelier than she has since he’s met her. “Does that mean we have to tickle him now?”

He whips his head around just in time to see Rey pounce on him. She pins his legs neatly with hers, one wiry forearm bracing across his chest and the other pressed lightly over his mouth, and Poe abruptly feels trapped.

He should probably be more worried about that.

“You’re loud,” she tells him matter-of-factly, her sharp chin inches from his ear, “and if you don’t stay in once place you’re going to hurt Finn. Tap out if you want me to let you up.”

His fingers are twitching. He flattens them against the mattress.

She makes a satisfied sound and turns - he can’t see Finn past her, but it’s unlikely that he’s gone anywhere in the last thirty seconds, at least. “So now we just - poke him?”

“Kind of,” Finn says. “But Rey, you’ve gotta have a hand free-”

Rey’s hand flexes briefly over his mouth. “You do it, then.”

Finn sounds uncertain. “I can barely see his face from over here; it’ll be hard to tell if I’m doing it right.”

Brown eyes abruptly fill his field of vision as Rey looks back at him. Poe holds his breath, anticipating, as she presses her thumb to the corner of the silly, helpless smile working its way over his face and grins - a brief, childish thing he’s only seen her wear in the hangars.

“I’ll tell you, then.”

Poe squeaks.

Suddenly there are five little points of warmth on his right side, tickling mercilessly over the tender line just under his ribcage. The zinging sensation shoots over his chest, up under his collarbones, and-

He dissolves into gasping laughter, arching up into Rey’s arm before he can even think about laying still. “Oh,” he gets out, “oho - ohnohoho-”

Part of him expected that Finn wouldn’t really know how tickling worked, being in the First Order and all. That part of him is currently experiencing instant, severe regret as clever fingers work their way into the grooves between his lower ribs, forming into pincers and kneading just firmly enough to make him twist and squeal. “Ahaha - aaa! - no - eheeeh-”

He kicks free, for a moment, heels dragging frantically against the bed. Rey makes a frustrated noise and kicks back. “Finn, gentle,” she orders, “it’s too much for him.”

Poe’s somewhat offended by this unflattering evaluation of his abilities - at least, until Finn makes an affirming noise and the kneading lightens to a soft, barely-there fluttering of nails against his skin.

Then, he’s just desperate.

It’s. It’s not even enough to make him laugh, is the thing - he’s just wheezing out breathless, hiccupy giggles into Rey’s palm as Finn wanders his way up his ribcage, pausing occasionally to rub gentle circles when he stumbles across somewhere especially sensitive. It’s hell.

“Rey,” he tries, muffled, making the herculean attempt to unfist his hands and nudge her in the shoulder. “Rey.”

She looks down at him, questioning, and he gives her his most pleading look. He knows she can read his desperation clear as day, he knows-

She blinks. “Keep going,” she tells Finn, “I don’t think he’s sorry yet.”

Finn, bless his non-evil heart and inability to hear Poe whine in fruitless protest, laughs and pets the soft, trembling skin under Poe’s arm with one careful fingertip. “Really? C’mon, Poe, what’s it gonna take?”

This, apparently, because Poe is ready to say anything in the entire karking galaxy to get them to actually tickle him - the only thing worse, he thinks, would be if they stopped.

He whines again and squeezes his arms against his sides as tightly as he can, hoping beyond hope that it’ll make Finn take retaliatory measures. Rey just tsks and moves her hand away from his mouth, and he sighs in relief in the brief, blessed instant before she clamps down on his forearm and pulls his arm up.

Solves the audibility problem, at least. “Finn,” he pleads, wheezing between the snickers being forced out of shivering lungs, and wow, that’s not how his voice usually sounds. “Fihihihiiiiinn - Finn! Dohon’t - just - please, I can’t-”

Finn sounds amused. “Rey, you think he wants us to stop? Sounds pretty sorry to me.”

“No,” Poe says hastily, and promptly shuts his eyes before he can see their reaction to that. “Just - do it right, come on-”

There’s sudden, piercing doubt in Rey’s voice as she loosens her grip on him. “What do you mean - Finn, are we doing it wrong?”

He has to say something, but what-

And then.

He can’t see them, but - but he can feel, just for a moment-

The thing brushing up against the edges of his mind is instantly, quintessentially Rey - grit and stubbornness and a rusty, childish mischievousness all swirling, with the bitter concern of being wrong briefly at the forefront - it skims over his thoughts like sand over desert dunes, not graceful but gentle, nothing like Kylo Ren’s digging and bruising intrusion -

It. It kind of tickles.

He laughs, sudden and startled, and with Rey braced over him it’s impossible not to hear the pleased sound she makes in response. “Oh, I see.”

The Force, Poe realizes, is a kriffing snitch.

He cracks an eye open and fails entirely not to blush at the way Rey’s beaming triumphantly down at him. “Poe,” she commands. “Tell Finn what you want him to do.”

He sputters. “What? I thought that was your job. And you can’t use the Force, that’s not fair-”

She beams even wider. “There’s more than one way to make you sorry, Poe - come on, tell Finn which one you like better, tell him!”

“Wait, you used the Force?” Finn’s confusion only makes him blush harder. “Poe? You can tell us if you want us to stop, you know-”

“I don’t,” he blurts out, and immediately has to close his eyes again as every ounce of blood in his body rushes to his face. “I - I want - Rey, I can’t-”

“Say it,” she orders, and he wonders if that’s the Force echoing in his ears.

Well, if he’s going to be pressured into saying it, might as well be by the galaxy’s newest Jedi. “Can - can you t-tick-” Come on, Dameron, lo que no me mata- “-oh, kriff it, just tickle me harder, please, I can’t take it-”

He trails off, breathing hard, and Rey pats him twice on the cheek like a proud tía before slapping her hand back over his mouth. “I think he’s going to be a lot louder now. Finn?”

Ten fingers wriggle their way into his right armpit, and Poe yelps.

It’s not any more bearable than the fluttering and tracing, except that it is, and Poe can’t help but relax into the helpless laughter as Finn prods and pinches his way all the way down to his hip before working his way back up under his arm. He lingers at Poe’s ribs, kneading between two particular sensitive ribs and giggling as Poe tries to shove his mean, mean hands away with arms that have all the strength of a used bacta patch. “Eheheeeeh - ha, aaaaa - hahaha, nononoplease-”

“He says no,” Rey conveys over his head.

“No?” Finn says, teasing. He lightens his touch just enough to make Poe shriek in panicked frustration before going right back to kneading. “Aw, Poe, I thought you said this is what you wanted!”

Poe’s pretty sure there’s a solid four inches between the bed and his spine, with how desperately he’s arching his back and wriggling to escape the awful teasing, and as Rey wrestles him back down Finn’s fingers slip onto his belly.

He screams.

There’s a moment of complete, terrible stillness as Rey looks down at him with utter delight. “Finn!” she chirps. “Do that again!”

“Hm? Right here?”

Poe feels something warm and wriggly slide between him and Rey, up under his shirt where it’s come untucked with all the struggling, and promptly makes the executive decision to tap out before he ends up earning himself a ticket to the medbay with more psychic damage.

“Wait, he’s-”

“Rey, he wants-”

Finn and Rey both pause, Finn’s hand unmoving on his belly. Rey inches her hand off his mouth. “Poe?”

“Tapping out,” he wheezes. Rey gets halfway off him before jerking back to lean on his shoulders, fixing him with a mock-stern look that nearly has him breaking down into nervous giggles all over again. “I will get to fly the Falcon again, right?”

Poe tips his head back onto the bed, gulping down air. “I get the feeling I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to, but yes. General’s even got it listed under your name in the manifest, now.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh. I - I have a ship?”

“You’ve got a ship,” he confirms, and loses his breath all over again as she darts in for a fierce, joyful hug. It takes a bit of doing, but he manages to shove his way to enough of a sitting position to lean the both of them up against Finn, wrapping their arms together in a joyful tangle.

It feels right - like fighters flying in formation, like the spiraling balance of the Force the few times he’s been witness to it.

His cheeks are red and sore from laughter, but he can’t help smiling.

#ticklesofcolor2021 #tickling #star wars #jedistormpilot #poe dameron #sw finn #sw rey #chocfic #mmm that new fandom smell and the dreaded fear of mischaracterization let's do this

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