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accioprocrastination · 4 months

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One Day At A Time (Part 6/?)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Summary: Hangman's fiancée is hospitalised and Jake waits for her to wake up

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, hints to torture, SA, abortion, pregnancy references, death

A/N: Sorry this got so much darker than I was expecting... Also as per I haven't proof read so ignore the grammar

Part 5 in case you missed it

Jake POV -

Jake wakes up stomach rumbling with a dead arm from clutching your hand as he sleeps. He momentarily breaks your hand hold to move his arm a bit, hoping to regain some feeling.

A consultant walks in smiling slightly at Jake as they make eye contact through the glass of the door.

"Morning." the doctor says walking in.

"Any news today?" Jake responds hopeful that you'll be coherent enough to talk to him soon.

The man proceeds to walk Jake through all of your bigger injuries - you arm and several ribs are broken; your ankle is sprained; they've operated on your shoulder to make sure it heals correctly. No haemorrhage from hitting your head but you might have a mild concussion.

"There's one other thing as well." The doctor says meeting Jake's gaze.

"I don't like that look doc, what is it?" Jake's nerves skyrocket from the doctor's obvious hesitation.

All of the colour in Jake's face drains as the doctor starts explaining to him what an ectopic pregnancy is. He shudders in repulsion as the doctor says the same thing in a slightly different way in an effort to fully express that it's not viable.

He cuts the doctor off when they start talking about treatment options. "I-I-I just need a minute." Jake says tears filling his eyes. "It's not about the abortion. I just need a minute to process that someone's done that too my Y/N." Jake tries to explain that this isn't a pro-life meltdown.

He doesn't see the doctor nod but he hears the man leave.

The second the door shuts Jake lets out a loud sob at the glimpse of what the last few years have looked like for you. He hunches over stomach clenching from worry - he knows that the minute you find that out that particular diagnosis, you're going to freak out.

Jake continues to cry he thinks back to the only other time you've been pregnant. The time that it was his kid and there were complications. Whatever bastard did this to you is going to unknowingly force you to relive that day.

Jake fruitlessly wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his hoodie then turns back to you face still wet from the tears silently falling down his cheeks. "This changes nothing with you and me sweets. I will be here every step of the way if you want me to." Jake says kissing your hand.

Having gone through a million emotions in the span of a few minutes Jake needs to step out of the room to try and let go of his rage.

Reader POV -

Every muscle In your body is tense in the knowledge that someone was nearby when you were trying to wake up earlier.

Wires and tubing press uncomfortably against your back. Why would they lie you over them that seems stupid?

You lie there controlling your breathing, eyes shut tightly just listening for signs of someone else.

I really don't want to open my eyes in case I'm not alone.

It's eerily quiet. All you can hear is the faint buzzing of tinnitus in your ears and a machine steadily beeping.

Okay, no one else is here, you tell yourself before gently opening your eyes. You scan the otherwise empty hospital room frowning in confusion. You're not sure whether someone was next to you or whether you dreamt that someone was in the vacant chair by your side?

There's fresh flowers and a card on the windowsill, so someone has been here.

A male nurse walks in as you try to disconnect from the machines behind you.

"Please don't do that! You're in the hospital." He says to you.

God my head is pounding.

"I got out?" you murmur in response, so drained that even talking is more of an effort than it has been recently.

"Yes you got out. You're okay." He confirms.

You nod slightly in recognition of what he just said, but mentally you completely disagree that you're okay right now.

"How's the pain on a scale from one to ten?" He questions.

Groaning in pain you shift slightly, you don't verbalise the feeling that you can only imagine is similar to being hit by a bus. Instead you ask "Can I self discharge?"

"It would be strongly against our medical advice if you were to self discharge right now. I would recommend that you stay here under observation and on the IV for a few more days." He grimaces at the prospect of you leaving this room.

"I'm not staying here." You exclaim, wincing slightly as you rip out a needle from your arm.

"Let me just go get a consultant to talk everything through with you and if you still want to leave after that, then you can." The nurse says hesitantly before jogging out of the room. I think he must be new to the role.

The door to your room opens and you suddenly understand the nurse's hesitancy as two police officers walk in.

You try to dart into an upright position to be more alert but whimper at your body's reluctance to move. The agony radiating from your left arm is unbearable. I can't imagine what sitting up would've felt like if that hadn't put my arm in this sling.

"Oh great you're awake!" The young police lady says standing pencil straight by the side of your bed ready to start questioning you.

"You're in the hospital, do you know what happened?" The guy questions you.

"What happened to Ghost?" You begin your own interrogation for answers.

"High on painkillers?" The female officer turns to the man who shakes his head.

"Was that your back seaters callsign?" He queries.

"Yeah. Is h-h-" You nod but you're cut off by the officer.

"It was instant. He wouldn't have felt anything." He answers without making you ask.

You cover your eyes with the palms of your hands fighting to regain a semblance of composure at how abysmal that news makes you feel.

The anxious ringing in your head eventually subsides and you remove your hands from your face. You're somehow still surprised to see that the officers stayed for however long it took for you to be able to fake okay.

"I need to go home." you admit quietly more to yourself than to them. You don't articulate that you just want to blanket cocoon on your sofa while Jake silently assures you that everything is going to be fine.

Your hands quiver slightly at the reality that he might not have waited for you; your home might not even be your home anymore.

Thoughts torrent your mind before you finally muster the courage to ask the room what date it is.

"April the 8th" The police lady answers.

"W-w-what year is it?" You speak up. The police man standing silently in the doorway looks horrified at the prospect that you might not know that but he interjects and answers you anyway.

"Shit." You respond in momentary disbelief that it's been that long.

I mean it felt like forever but I had convinced myself it had been a couple of months and i'll go home to everything the same.

"Jake thinks I've been dead for four years?" tears flood your eyes and your voice breaks, for the first time in years it's not from disuse.

How the fuck am I meant to go home after that amount of time?

If he hasn't moved onto someone else, surely he would've at least mourned you. If he's said goodbye to you like that how is it fair to suddenly reappear?

None of this is fucking fair.

Ghost should be here too.

Jake POV

Jake's heart drops to the floor as he carefully opens your room door to reveal an empty bed. From the haphazard sheets and wires flung across the room, he knows that no one has taken you into surgery without consulting him.

You're still in fight or flight mode.

He discards his unopened sandwich on the table and runs to the nurse's station.

"Room 26 - where is she?" Jake asks the guy behind the desk.

"She asked to self discharge; she's gone." he shrugs.

"She's gone?" Jake clarifies.

"Yep. If you can convince her to come back to hospital I think that would be in her best interest." He responds.

Five minutes - I was gone for five fucking minutes. Jake flings himself down the stairs, running at full speed to the exit.

He forces himself to stop when he's out of the hospital. He glances over everyone in the immediate vicinity.

You have to be here somewhere. And yet you're not here.

Where on earth would you go?

After all this time would you go home?

Home is fucking miles away - how would you get there with no phone and no money?

Jake's heart pounds in his chest as he walks to his car. He walks at a snail's pace so that he can check everyone that crosses his path isn't you.

I'll find you. I promise I'll find you.

Part 7

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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pascalsangel · 1 month

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The Greenhouse Keeper

authors note: this is my first time writing fanfic 🥹 so please be kind!! i'm hoping to make this into a series, i'm trying to go for an enemies to lovers, but i'm not sure how strong it's coming across. it's not proofread 🥲so sorry if there are any errors. any feedback or comments are greatly welcomed!!

pairing/AU: joel miller x female!reader - jackson era

word count: 1,708

summary: joel got a reassignment and that’s where he meets y/n

also, if you are reading this, then please do your daily click:

Tommy and Joel had recently been out for their usual patrol run with a small crew when things quickly turned south. Joel had accidentally veered off from the group to check the surrounding wooded area. He didn’t hear the single infected that had snuck up on his right side. He acted as quickly as he could’ve when he finally noticed the infected running up on him, but it was too late.

He had got a good shot which killed the infected, but he had lost his balance when he pulled back to avoid being bitten. He tried to catch his fall, his right ankle ended up taking the most damage as he rolled it. The makeshift doctor at Jackson had given their best guess of a sprained ankle, but they couldn’t say how severe. They recommended a minimum two weeks of rest and elevation which Joel rolled his eyes at. Now, he was at dinner with his brother trying to figure out how soon he could get back to patrols.

“Tommy, we both know that this is a bunch of bullshit. I don’t need to be reassigned. I’ll be fine to go back on our next patrol shift,” Joel sighed out. He pushed his plate away, losing his appetite from his frustration. “I mean for fuck’s sake where is she even thinkin’ of putting me?”

Tommy looked at him with disbelief. “Joel, we both know that you can barely walk on your fuckin’ leg right now. You’re not ready for patrols. You were grimacing in pain just walking on your way for cryin’ out loud. Maria is doing what’s for the best.”

Maria overheard the last part of their conversation as she pulled the seat next to Tommy out to join them. “What am I doing for the best?” she said.

“I was just telling Joel here how much he’s going to love his reassignment to greenhouse till his ankle heals.” Tommy said through a smirk.

Joel leaned back and crossed his arms. “You're joking, right?” He said, as he slowly looked between the two.

Maria looked over at Tommy, seeking out any sort of help to console his brother, but his grin just kept getting wider. “Joel, listen. I know the greenhouse is probably the last place you’d want for reassignment, but it’s just until your ankle heals. There are no other role openings at the moment, so this decision is final.”

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it,” he grumbled.

You were pulling out your set of keys to the greenhouse to open it up when you heard your name being called behind you. You were there a bit earlier than your scheduled time, so you were surprised that someone was stopping by already.

Maria approached you with a small wave. As you looked past her, you noticed Joel Miller was slowly making his way over to join you guys. You knew who Joel was, everyone in Jackson knew who he was, but you’ve never actually met him. You were a bit flustered that he was here right now since you’ve noticed him around the commune and have always found him to be attractive. He commanded each room that he stepped in, and it was hard to ignore him with how much space he took up with how broad he was. His hair has grown out since the last time you’ve seen him and had more white peppered throughout it. You hid your smile at his attempt of growing out a beard and the small empty patches throughout it. You desperately wished that he would spare you a glance, but he rarely interacted with anyone that wasn’t Ellie, Tommy, or Maria. Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach at the possibilities behind his appearance.

“I’m so glad that I remembered that you tend to open earlier, I caught you just in time.” She said, just as Joel finally reached her side. She gestured over to him, “Joel, this is Y/N, she’s the greenhouse keeper. He was recently injured on patrol, so I’m reassigning him to work with you for the next couple of weeks.”

You were hoping that a friendship could blossom from working closely with him. He seemed like the no-bullshit type, he would make it apparent if he truly wanted to be friends or not. His friendship would be a secret into getting to know the real him, the person that he is around those that he loves. It is no secret that you’ve struggled to make genuine connections with others since arriving at Jackson a year ago. As the greenhouse keeper, people have tried to take advantage of being acquainted with you. It was hard to tell if you people truly liked you or because they thought you would sneak them more potatoes. You were envious of the tight knit group that Joel had.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Joel. I’m sure that we can find a way to accommodate your injury.” You said as you met his eyes, you were surprised to see so much frustration reflected in them.

He simply stared at you and gave a curt nod. He was acting as if you were the one inconveniencing him.

Maria cleared her throat to air out the silence clinging in the air, “Well, uh, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other and to figure everything out.”

You watched as she walked away, hoping she would turn around and free you from this awkward moment. You have been fantasizing about this very moment, finally meeting him, but the version in your head was slowly crumbling to the harsh reality. He was being very short with you and the two of you had just met. You always try to believe in the best of people, but you have been burnt too many times by others. It felt naive to give him the benefit of the doubt and think that he was just frustrated with the situation and not you.

“Right, um, if you just want to follow me inside, and we can get everything sorted. I noticed you walking up, is it your leg that's hurt?”

“My ankle, probably just a sprain.” He grumbled.

“What happened?” You asked, hoping that this would open him up to share some small talk.

He sighed, “listen, if you could just set me up somewhere and give me a task, then I’ll be out of your way till I’m done with this reassignment.”

“Oh, yeah um, I can do that. I don’t know how much you know about greenhouse work, but I’m sure I can find something that you can do.”

You looked around to see what projects you were working on in preparation for summer. The easiest thing that you could think of for him was repotting the seedlings you had into bigger pots, they still weren’t ready to be transplanted into the garden. You started to move one of the tables out from the corner when you felt a hand on your wrist. You were shocked at the contact.

“I got it,” he said. He started to pull on the table when you stopped him by pulling on the other end.

“It’s okay. I can do it, I don’t want you to hurt your leg anymore than it already is.”

“I’ve said I got it.” He said with a sternness while giving you a nod to move out of the way.

“Don’t get mad at me when you have to be stuck with me for longer than what you thought.” You crossed your arms and watched as he moved the table around. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for a sign on where you wanted it. “Over here is fine,” you said, as you pointed out an area for the table to end up at.

“Let me go grab you a chair. Or do you want to do that yourself, too?” You hadn’t meant to be snarky with your last comment, but he was being frustrating.

You went to the storage closet in the back to grab the chair and a small soil bag for his ankle and stood in there for a moment trying to collect yourself. You had never had someone get on your nerves as easily as he did. You took one long breath and stepped out. Joel was leaning against the table and looking around the greenhouse when you came back with the supplies. He was surprised with the attentive care and transformation you have brought to the greenhouse. He remembers briefly glancing around when the previous keeper was here, and it looked like the space had never been touched. You had everything neatly organized, labeled, and growing in vibrant shades of green. He quickly stood up when he noticed you coming back down the aisle toward him. He reached out to help with what you were carrying, but you leaned away from his aid.

“My plan was to have you working on repotting. I also brought an extra bag of soil over here, so you can rest your ankle on it while you work, if you want. Take a seat, and then I can show you how to repot the seedlings.” You said as you looked him over and offered a small smile. The moment in the supply closest helped a bit, and you were excited to show someone your passion for planting.

His gaze finished scanning around the greenhouse and landed on you. “Oh, that all won’t be necessary. If it’s just repotting, then I don’t think I need your help.”

“Are you sure?” You couldn’t believe him right now. He was just going to openly deny your help. “It’s really not a big deal for me to show you the process. I know it seems straightforward, but there are some tricks that I know of to make sure they get the best transfer.”

“Nope, I think I’m good. Just going to finish out my time here, if you don’t mind.”

“Fine. I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You turned around to go outside to start watering the plants in the garden. You wanted to scream or throw something. He was acting like a pompous ass. You couldn’t wait for the day to end.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic

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cosmic-d1ce · 9 months

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Regular FML AU things

Phil just wants to go outiside

"Look, my love, I have to go-"

Phil cuts Forever off, no patience left in him. He needed to be out of here. Now. "Please! Just take me with you! I won't leave your side, we can take care of Richas together, don't you want that?" He tried. He'd been trying for days.

Forever's eyes flickered over Phil's face before he sighed heavily. "I just can't say no to you... You'll be the death of me, dearest, you really will."

He walked back to Phil, where he sat politely on the floor. He'd been so well behaved recently, Forever had no reason not to let him come with them. It had been days since he last acted out and he was surely losing it a little in this empty room.

"You cannot be causing trouble though, okay? Last time I let you out you left me this nasty scar." Forever said in a warning tone. The same tone he used to scold Richas on the rare occasion he would act out. He gestured to the still healing scar on his arm.

Phil nodded quickly, eager to comply.

Good. That was good.

Forever took a key from his pocket and took off the chains around Phil's ankles, then his wrists. His hands were still healing from the last broken bone and his leg still ached when he stood, but he wasn't about to complain. Being outside with a bad leg was better than even another single minute in that room.

As soon as he could, he took a hold of Forever's arm, both for physical support and reassurance. It had become increasingly difficult to feel safe without Forever around. It was very conflicting. Forever smiled at him, a softness to his gaze that Phil was still unused to. It felt so different than the usual harshness that came with what Forever thought was love.

"I'm so glad you're coming around, Phil, you know I hate to hurt you." Forever's smile feels out of place here. It made his words feel much less genuine.

"I'm sorry." Phil mutters without thinking.

Forever rolls his eyes lightheartedly, "It's okay! I knew it would take some work but here you are! We can go and take care of Richas together and be a family!" He pulls Phil a little closer to him somehow.

Phil nods. He lets Forever guide him out of the room. He limps as he walks alongside his partner, using Forever to keep himself upright and not on the ground.

The moment they get out of the door, Richas runs to his dad and into his arms, hopping up into a familiar and warm embrace. The boy scribbled on his sign and turned it to Phil with an excited chirp.

PAPA PHILZA!!

Phil smiles as best he can, using his hand to shield his eyes from the harsh sunlight that he had become so unfamiliar with. Suddenly, he regrets his need for the outside world. Too bright. too loud, too big. A part of him wants to run back inside and hide in his bed. He pushes it down, hiding it away in a box he hopes to never open.

Richas tugs on Forever's shirt and grabs at Phil. Forever yelps as his hair is pulled but obliges his son's wishes, passing the little boy to Phil with a soft smile. Nothing could take the love for his son away. It's sweet. It reminds Phil of Chayanne.

He struggles for only a moment to keep Richas in his arms, strength mostly gone from weeks of not enough movement and food. His arms tremble but he keeps the boy up, letting Richas sit on his hip as he grins at his dad.

Forever smiles back before coming closer to kiss the two of them on their heads. Phil tries not to think about it. He smiles at the soft show of affection but a horrible feeling curls in his gut. This feels all too domestic, too sweet, too familial. Richas is not his son. Forever is not his lover.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp forever #forever my love au #philever #forphil #forever x philza #philza #forever player #qsmp richarlyson #tw abuse #tw physical abuse #tw toxic relationship

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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Whumptember 15th: Broken Bone

Oh my! I'm so sorry everyone. I got so busy yesterday that I forgot to upload my story! So here's yesterday's story and as an apology and because we are halfway through Whumptember, today's post may get a little spicy. I don't know if it will be full smut, but I'm going to at least try to add some steam. Sorry again for the delay in this one and I hope you like it! --Anna

You rushed through the doors to the emergency room, walking up to the main intake desk.

“Can I help you?” The lady at the desk asked without looking up from her computer.

“Yes. My son was brought in about thirty minutes ago.”

“What’s the name?” She asked, still seemingly uninterested.

“Theodore Y/L/N”

Upon hearing your answer, she finally looked up. You could see the wheels turning in her head.

“Y/L/N? Is your son around 10 years old?” When you nodded your head yes as her question, she continued. “You know that the Winter Soldier brought him in right?”

You felt your anger spike. “He’s not the Winter Soldier. His name is Sergeant James Barnes. Please address him as such. Now can I please see my son?”

At your response, her face turned red in embarrassment. “Of course, my apologies. If you’ll follow me please.”

She led you down the hallway to an exam room. Knocking on the door, she then opened it and motioned for you to step inside. Inside was your son, Bucky, and someone who you imagined to be the physician on call. As soon as Bucky saw you, he breathed a sigh of relief, however, you could tell that he was still stressed and nervous.

“Mom! The doctor said I need a cast and I get to pick the color for it!” Your son seemed cheerful and excited and in less pain than you expected, which you were grateful for.

“That’s great Teddy! Be thinking of what color you want while I talk to the doctor for a bit.” You said as you placed a kiss on his forehead and went to sit next to Bucky, taking his metal hand in yours.

The doctor spent the next few minutes explaining that your son had broken his Ulna but luckily the fracture was relatively clean and wouldn’t need surgery to correct anything. A simple plaster cast for the next 6 weeks. After that, they would x-ray it again to see how it was healing but that it shouldn’t need recasted. He said that Bucky had done a good job immobilizing and icing the break before they got to the hospital. It probably saved your son some pain and also kept the injury from getting worse. Bucky forced out a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. The doctor said that someone would be in shortly to apply his cast and he exited the room.

Your son was busy playing games on his tablet while he waited to get his cast. You turned to Bucky and stared at him long and hard. “What’s going on Buck? I can practically see your wheels turning.” You were still holding his hand and gently caressed the back of his hand. You knew he could feel it but he didn’t acknowledge it.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. We were busy running around the playground and being wild. I should have been more careful. I saw him lose his balance but I couldn’t get to him fast enough.” He shook his head and seemed really upset by the whole scenario.

“Bucky…” You tried to get him to look at you and he just kept looking down at his lap, chewing on side of his cheek.

“James.” You said more firmly, using a bit of your “mom” voice. Even your son looked up for a moment, until he realized that you weren’t talking to him. He finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with apprehension and guilt.

“None of this is your fault. He’s a kid, and a rambunctious one at that. This is not his first time in the ER for something like this, and I highly doubt it will be the last.” You smiled at him kindly. “Do you remember when he chipped two teeth playing hockey last winter? Or when he sprained his ankle trying to jump from one couch to the other. Kids get hurt. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Especially not yours. If anything, you being there kept him safer. He is less hurt and in less pain because you were there and knew what to do.”

He still hadn’t responded, but you nudged him a little with your shoulder. “Hey, I mean it. Thank you. I would have been so much more scared if you hadn't been there with him. I love you.” He finally smiled at you and you could see that he was starting to relax.

You held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder as you waited for the orthopedic tech to come in and cast your son’s arm. When they finally came in, they asked your son what color cast he was going to pick.

“Black.” He said very assuredly. The tech nodded their head and went about wrapping his arm in gauze and padding.

“Really? I thought you would have gone for blue or green?” You questioned him, knowing that those were his favorites.

He shook his head. “No. I want black.”

“Well, okay then.” You let him have his pick. It was his arm anyway.

“Hey mom, before we go home can we go to the craft store?”

“What for, bud?”

“I want a gold paint marker.”

“Why?” You asked him, confused.

“I want to put lines on my cast. That way Bucky and I can match.” He said with the biggest smile on his face.

“W-what?” Bucky sputtered out his question, taken aback by your son.

“Well, my cast is on my left arm and I thought it would be cool to match arms. I mean, if you’re okay with that.” He gave Bucky a small smile, hoping that he hadn’t crossed some line.

“Y-yeah, bud. I’m okay with that. I mean…if your mom says it’s okay.” Bucky looked at you, his eyes slightly misty as he felt your son's love for him. You smiled bigger than you had in a long time.

“I think that sounds like a great plan.”

#whumptember #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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Can I send some thirst too? Cause I'm an Injured Girly with a fucked up ankle and I have to use a crutch to get around until I can walk normally. Namor imo is totally one to dote on his injured lover to make sure they heal properly :( ❤️ i mean, he'd still fuck their brains out ❤️ with love ❤️ to make them forget the pain hehe ❤️🫡🥴

Any thirst is welcome 💛 also I’m so sorry about your injury. I hope you recover soon 💛

He would be the type that worry and fusses over his lover not feeling well. Probably to the point where he makes you stay in bed all day 🥺 but of course, the greatest pain killer of all is to just rail you to another dimension 🤭

(I mean sex does release dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin—the happy chemicals that your brain likes. Dopamine is known to reduce pain, so takes this lil info as you like 😌)

#linda answered #get well soon #namor imagine #namor x reader

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Salvation (Kar'niss/Tav)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

Author's Note: I'm so sorry. I posted this chapter on AO3 and for some reason I forget to cross post it on my tumblr. Anyway! I hope you enjoy reading. I'm happy to be back from my hiatus.

Tav could see any number of marvelous things but watching Kar’niss spin his web wouldn’t leave her memory soon.

Kar’niss helped Tav lie back on the blanket she had given him. Her back rested on the cool wall of the cave. Once Kar’niss saw that she was settled, he asked her to extend the leg with the sprained ankle. And once she did, Kar’niss set to work wrapping the joint with thread upon thread.

No one had ever cared for her in such a manner. Tav honestly didn't know how to react as the patient rather than nurse. She lied still so she would not make the task harder on him. The spider silk was tight, but comfortable around her swollen ankle. Once Kar’niss tested the security, he skittered off to the side only to bring back the books Tav had also placed in the basket. He made a small elevation with two of the books, allowing Tav to relieve the pressure on her injury.

“You should have been a cleric. You have a natural healing ability,” Tav praised, watching as Kar’niss’ cheeks darkened in response.

“Only females can be clerics under Lolth,” Kar’niss stated, his voice low as he averted his gaze from Tav. He summoned the Dancing Lights cantrip from his locket in order to illuminate the cavern.

“You don’t worship Lolth anymore,” Tav reminded him, watching as his legs moved back and forth. “You could learn…heal the sick…protect your allies. You certainly have devoted yourself to the Absolute more than some clerics have their own gods.” She thought it over for a moment before giving a chuckle, “Except for Shadowheart. She’s given her life to…”

Tav stopped herself. She already overplayed her hand earlier with the gods comment. She almost outed a “devoted follower of the Absolute” as a Sharran cleric. And she highly doubted Kar’niss would take that information well. Quickly, she finished her sentence, “The Absolute. She’s very devout.”

If Kar’niss noticed the slip, he didn’t show it. He merely acknowledged Tav’s words. “The half elf cleric. We have seen them pray before they rest.”

“Still. You have the air of a cleric about you,” Tav continued on, hoping that he would open up.

The drider’s legs shifted once more, his head now bowing. “We will serve wherever we are called. We took pride in shepherding pilgrims to Her Majesty’s light.”

His pedipalps began to wring against each other. Even with that display, it was one of the calmest moods Tav had seen Kar’niss since she met him.

“Have you met anyone interesting?” Tav questioned, hoping to engage him in a conversation that wouldn’t result in self abasement and running away in fear.

Kar’niss’ eyes lingered up to meet Tav’s. His lips pursed and he thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No one more than the other. Lost souls seeking her Majesty’s guidance. Those that deny it were not worthy of Her.” Subconsciously, he lowered his head once more. His fingers flexed against his palms as he backed away from the beautiful lights circling the center of the space. His pedipalps curled into himself and his legs bent.

Tav wished she could tap into his mind but she was exhausted. He was not telling her everything. Instead, her gentle voice carried to him. “Come back to the light, Kar’niss.”

By this point, his body had hunched forward. At her request, Kar’niss stepped forward but still kept his face hidden, his body curled into himself. His eyes flickered up to meet Tav’s gaze.

“There we go,” Tav gently coaxed him, watching as his legs began to straighten.

Kar’niss did not respond verbally despite his own body relaxing. But he made no movement to retreat back to the shadows. Tav subtly changed the subject, “I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” She laughed quietly, “Not a scratch on me all day. And I stumble in a hole leaving a graveyard.”

Kar’niss quickly glanced up a hint of indignation in his eyes. Tav wondered, humorously, if he would seek retribution on the hole for harming “Her Majesty’s Chosen”.

“I must not have been paying attention. I have a lot on my mind,” Tav commented, shrugging her shoulders.

Kar’niss finally spoke even though his words were hesitant. “Mistress is Her Chosen. It’s an honor but we can see the weight it holds.”

Tav had her burdens to bear but that was her lot in life. To lead and care. She smiled, or at least attempted to. But something in her stopped the full rise of the expression.

“I’m used to the weight. Being a leader is nothing new to me,” Tav explained with no further elaboration.

She never let anyone know too much about her. Despite her empathetic, generous nature, Tav never included backstories. Especially given the tragedies that befell each one of her companions. It was never her place to reveal her own identity.

Yet Kar’niss looked at her with an unfamiliar interest in her words. He took a step closer, this time more purposeful than not. His extra eyes fluttered open and close while his original pair gazed at her. As though waiting.

Uncomfortable at the prospect of revealing more of her secrets, Tav attempted to spin the tale, “I told you that I’m the oldest child in my family. So I’m a natural born leader.” She forced a laugh that didn’t belong, one that even Kar’niss could pick up on.

“Do they serve Her Majesty as well?” Kar’niss questioned, indulging in a simple social reciprocity.

Tav was never not the best when it came to deception. That was why she let Astarion do the charming when they needed to lie their way out of a problem. What she did know was that it was far easier to remember the truth than a lie.

“My brothers and sisters are scattered to the winds. Some may have taken pilgrimage but I could not tell you with certainty,” Tav vaguely explained.

Thoughts of her siblings led her to think of caring for them which led her to think of the group. “I need to get back to camp,” Tav stated, suddenly preoccupied with the tasks that needed completion. She set her hands on the ground and attempted to raise her body.

As quick as lightning, Kar’niss rushed to her side, chirps vibrating in his throat. “Mistress, forgive my insolence but I must insist upon your compliance. You need to rest,” Kar’niss implored. His pedipalps twitched anxiously before stilling.

Tav waved off his concern, “I can rest another day. I robbed a gravesite today after all. I have plenty of inventory to go through and clean.”

Kar’niss grumbled uneasily before his eyes lit up with excitement, “We can bring the spoils of war to my mistress.” His abdomen began to vibrate with anticipation, something Tav had not seen before.

Tav indulged him. It was a fair compromise afterall. “Astarion knows where my bag is. If you can fetch it from him-“ She couldn’t help but chuckle when his abdomen quivered once more, “And bring it to me, that would be a large help.”

Excitedly, Kar’niss tilted his head down in a low bow before skittering away. “Your command is my edict,” He declared at the mouth of the cavern, slipping away from her line of sight.

***

Kar’niss’s heart pounded excitedly as he left Tav alone to recuperate. He would prefer it if she rested. But Kar’niss was okay with indulging her if she insisted on some light work.

Once outside of the cavern, Kar’niss suddenly spied the human wizard encroaching on his territory. His eyes narrowed and a growl lingered in his throat.

“Ah! Hello there! I apologize for coming by unannounced,” Gale vocalized politely with a wave of his hand. “I’m in search of our leader Tav. She’s a stickler for her routine and it’s not typical of her not to be in camp at this hour.” He smiled at Kar’niss which only agitated him.

Kar’niss huffed, his eyes glancing back to the cave. He honestly hoped that his monstrous form would keep any interlopers away. Gale’s loyalty to his mistress was to be commended. The drider looked back to Gale.

“Mistress is recuperating. Her ankle needs rest,” Kar’niss explained, hoping it would ease the paramour’s nerves.

Instead, Gale frowned in concern, “Oh! Then I best check on her. Healing is not one of my stronger areas of magic-“

“Then your presence is not required,” Kar’niss replied curtly.

Gale and Kar’niss were at an apparent impasse. The two locked eyes and Kar’niss gave the wizard a stern scowl.

“Perhaps it’s not required but I doubt it would be unwelcome,” Gale retorted, smiling once more, though more tight and forced than before. And with that, he walked past Kar’niss into the cavern.

If Tav’s paramour wanted to see her, Kar’niss had little choice but to let him go. As long as it wasn’t the Pale Elf. Kar’niss gnashed his teeth at the thought of Astarion intruding in his lair. He secretly hoped Tav would scold Gale for bothering her. Maybe Tav would allow Kar’niss to physically punish Gale for overstepping. He would be more than happy to sew the chatty wizard’s lips shut.

Such hope was diminished when Tav’s pleased greeting to Gale echoed in the cavern. Disappointed but not surprised, Kar’niss continued on his way to camp. He could hear the conversation from the camp.

Loud boasting of feats of strength followed by a jarring howl of laughter. The female warriors were indulging in battle stories. Kar’iss took care to step easily through the trees. He would catch Astarion’s attention, retrieve the bag of items, and return to his mistress posthaste.

***

Astarion hoped that Gale would walk back to camp with his tail between his legs. Instead Astarion was disappointed to find that Kar’niss was the one coming into the camp. Well, this wasn’t quite the way he envisioned the evening. But he could still work with it.

“I know you’re there. And the others know you’re lingering like a lover’s perfume around camp. You don’t need to hide behind a tree,” Astarion pointed out, catching the gaze of multiple eyes in the shadows.

Kar’niss growled, walking forward enough so Astarion could see his face. “Not in the mood for gawking. Not when Mistress demands a task to be fulfilled.” He nearly puffed his chest with pride as he declared the last sentence.

“You don’t have to call her mistress, darling. We all call her Tav,” Astarion pointed out only for the drider to sneer in response.

“No proper respect for Her Majesty’s Chosen. Fickle worshippers,” Kar’niss scolded, looking at Astarion as though he was dirt on the ground.

Rightly annoyed, Astarion knew he wouldn’t feel guilty about any of what he would say next. “Well then, what’s this task the Mistress will knight you for completing?”

“Mistress requests the bag that contains the spoils from the graveyard,” Kar’niss stated with all the pomp and circumstance of a courtier.

Astarion refrained from rolling his eyes. Nodding, he reached for Tav’s bag. The patched satchel was almost full to bursting with trinkets. Tav had the tendency to pick up anything no matter how visibly useless. Present company included.

Kar’niss reached for it but Astarion held it just out of touch. “Oh, one more thing, darling,” Astarion replied with a false smile not reaching his eyes. “Did you happen to see Gale?”

By the irritated scowl on Kar’niss’ face, Astarion figured the wizard made it to the cave. “Oh, well then, I suggest you get comfortable. They’ll be rather engaged for a while. You know how long winded our dear wizard is like. And Tav, darling she is, indulges him each and every time.”

Kar’niss’ eyes flashed with agitation, “Mistress needs her rest. Not listen to inane, pointless prattling from a male.”

“Oh darling, you don’t know do you?” Astarion teased with a delighted smirk.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #kar'niss/tav #tav #astarion #gale #fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #drider

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Shadows of the Past

Part 53 (Part 52)

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(LOKI POV)

You carefully lay her on the exam table in the medical bay and slowly take a step back. The last thing you want to do right now is let her go, even for a second, but you know she needs to be examined as soon as possible. You fidget with your fingers anxiously and watch Y/N over Dr. Palmer’s shoulder. She quickly goes to work connecting all the wires from the various monitors to Y/N and then she moves onto the physical exam. Dr. Palmer listens to her heart and lungs then uses a small flashlight to check her pupils, nodding to herself as she goes but not saying anything.

She continues examining Y/N, taking note of each of her injuries as she cleans and bandages the ones needing attention. You grind your teeth with anger when you see the extent of her injuries. Y/N is covered in cuts of various sizes, some superficial and some deep, all at different stages of healing. There are bruises on her ankles and wrists from the restrains but one wound seems to catch Dr. Palmer by surprise.

“What is this?” she says to herself quietly when she lifts Y/N’s shirt to examine her chest and abdomen for injuries.

“What’s wrong?” you ask her, taking a step forward to see what she is looking at. There is a blood covered piece of gauze taped loosely to her chest, just below her left collar bone. It is the only wound so far that looks like it had any type of treatment.

“Can you help me check her back?” she asks you.

You nod and carefully roll Y/N onto her side so Dr. Palmer can see her back. There is another piece of gauze on her back, also soaked with blood. You already know what that means but you wait for her to say it.

“She was shot, through and through from the looks of it. Based on the location, I would say she is lucky, it missed her heart and lungs,” she slowly peels off the piece of gauze on her back. Its still open and bleeding slowly so she cleans it and stiches the wound closed. After she redresses it, you gently roll Y/N onto her back again so Dr. Palmer can do the same for what you assume is the entry wound.

"I don't know much about bullet wounds in all honesty, but it seems odd they just literally put a bandage over it doesn’t it?" you ask.

She sighs, "I'm not sure they were worried about her surviving it. Most of her other injuries don’t appear to have been treated at all. It's almost as if they were inflicted and then just left to heal on their own."

You gently stroke Y/N's cheek and wonder what they had done to her. You feel a mix of sadness and guilt but also anger. If Marc was here right now, you would tear him apart slowly, making sure he suffered for whatever his part he played in Y/N's torture.

Once all of Y/N's injuries are cleaned, dressed and noted she begins to draw several tubes of blood to analyze when they reach the lab. You watch Y/N's face closely, wishing she would at least wince as the needle is inserted into her arm but she doesn't move at all. When Dr. Palmer is finished, she takes off her gloves and turns to face you.

"Tell me she's going to be ok... that she's going to wake up soon," you say, almost pleading for it to be true. You don't think you could bear it if you were too late to save Y/N.

She looks down for a moment and then at Y/N on the exam table, "I can't. I'm sorry, I wish I could give you better news but... I don't even know why she is unconscious. The tests I am able to run here all came back within normal ranges except for two things. Her temperature is a bit lower than normal and her pulse is weak but steady. Other than the bullet wound, she has no injuries that could be considered life threatening. When we get her back to the infirmary we can take her for an MRI and CT scan while we examine the blood samples but until then..." She pauses and looks at you, "There isn't much more we can do now except wait and hope she wakes up. I'm sorry Loki."

You nod slowly and Dr. Palmer put her hand on your shoulder, “I’ll give you some time with her.” With that, she leaves the medical bay to inform the rest of the team of Y/N's status.

You bring over one of the chairs from against the wall and set it next to Y/N. Standing over her, you tuck a lose strand of her hair behind her ear before placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Her skin still feels cold, although she is a little warmer than she had been when you first found her. You sit in the chair and take her hand in yours as you lean close to her ear. You whisper, “Y/N, I’m here...”

You pause, taking a deep breath. “Y/N, I need you to listen to me, love. Dr. Palmer doesn’t know you like I do, none of them do. You have to show them how strong you really are and that you never stop fighting. I know you can do this," you whisper to her, as you hold her hand and stroke her hair lightly with your other hand.

"Please Y/N... I can't do this without you," you say, closing your eyes as the tears threaten to escape. You open your eyes and let them fall, not able to contain your emotions any longer. "I love you, more than anything in the nine realms," you tell her.

You kiss her lightly because of the large cut on her lower lip and sit back in the chair, still holding her hand. You sit there, watching her steadily breath in and out. After a few minutes you can feel your exhaustion overtaking you and you start to close your eyes slowly. You don’t want to sleep, you need to be awake for when Y/N regains consciousness but it is getting harder. You close your eyes for a second, listening to the sound of Y/N’s breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the monitors.

“Y/N!?” you call desperately as you force open the large metal door. In the middle of the concrete room is an empty hospital bed with blood stained sheets. You run from the room and into the next one, but there is another empty bed. “Y/N! Where are you?” you yell as you break into the third, almost identical room.

“Loki!” you hear a faint voice call for you.

You turn to leave the room but the door is closed. Without stopping for a moment, you rip the door open to go into the hall but it’s another room. “Y/N!” you say loudly again, hoping the voice will answer. You turn towards the door you just came through but its gone.

“Loki!” the voice calls for you again. You can’t tell where it is coming from, it sounds far away but doesn’t seem to have a direction.

You stand in the middle of the room and look for an exit but you don’t see the door, all four walls are solid concrete. The only other thing in the room is the hospital bed, which no longer looks empty. There is a form under the blood soaked white sheets and you feel yourself moving towards the bed. Reaching out slowly, you take the edge of the sheet in your hand. You can feel the warm, wet blood when you grip the fabric but you can’t seem to stop yourself.

“Mischief,” you hear, looking up to where it sounds like the voice is coming from. You look into the bright light in the ceiling of the concrete room and blink a few times.

You open your eyes and realize you had fallen asleep with your head resting on your arm by Y/N’s hip on the exam table. You sit up slowly and run your thumb along Y/N’s knuckle and suddenly you feel her squeeze your hand back. You look up at Y/N’s face but her eyes are still closed and you are unsure if you imagined her moving her hand or not.

You look back at her hand and sit up straight, fully awake now. The three inch thick, purple and red bruise that circled her wrist is no longer visible. You check her other hand which is resting on her chest, and the marks on that wrist are gone as well. But how is that possible, you wonder to yourself. You pause for a moment and then look back at Y/N’s face, realizing you missed something. The bruise around her eye is also gone, and her lip is no longer split.

"Y/N?” you ask hopefully as she stirs slightly, moving her head a little and letting out a quiet moan. She opens her eyes slowly and closes them again. You squeeze her hand and your heart jumps when she squeezes it back. She turns her head towards you and smiles at you, her eyes half open.

“Hi Mischief,” she says quietly, as if she is half asleep. “I knew you would find me.”

"Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner, I-” you immediately start apologizing for failing her but she reaches up and puts her hand over your mouth.

“Stop, stop,” she whispers as you become quiet. You can’t help but smile behind her hand, her fingers feel warm against your lips. “I love you Loki,” she tells you as she moves her hand from your mouth to your cheek.

“I love you too,” you tell her. You lean down and kiss her, her hand moves to your hair and you kiss her deeper. When you finally pull away, she sits up carefully with your help and you tell her, “I should get Dr. Palmer and let her know you are awake. I’ll only be a second, ok?”

She nods and says, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

You walk quickly down the center corridor of the plane until you get to the area where most of the team is sitting. You open the door to the room and before you can say anything, everyone turns to you with worried looks.

“Loki?” Thor asks, you can hear the concern in his voice.

“Is Y/N ok, did something happen?” Steve asks.

Dr. Palmer gets up from her seat, checking the tablet in her hand that is showing Y/N’s vitals. “Everything looks stable, what’s wrong?” she says as she comes to meet you by the door.

“Nothing is wrong, calm down everyone,” you tell them not able to contain a smile. “Y/N is awake, I told her I was going to get Dr. Palmer and be right back,” you say motioning to her.

“Let’s not keep her waiting then,” she says happily and follows you out of the room. You can hear everyone talking excitedly but you want to get back to Y/N as quickly as you can.

When you open the door to the medical bay, you let Dr. Palmer go in first. Y/N is sitting on the edge of the exam table, swinging her legs causally as she looks around the room in boredom. She looks at the two of you as you enter and smiles. “Hi,” she says, waving adorably.

Dr. Palmer says hi back and asks Y/N if it is ok for her to examine her and ask her a few questions. Y/N says, “I’m still really tired but I feel fine otherwise. Can we do all the questions after we get back and I’ve rested a bit?”

She agrees and after making sure all of Y/N’s vitals are stable, she excuses herself from the room. “Are you sure you feel alright?” you ask, worried about her injuries.

“Loki, I promise you, I’m fine,” she says as she hops off the table. “I just... I don’t want to talk about what happened right now. I want to be happy a bit longer,” she tells you and you can see the smile leave her face.

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her as close to you as you can. “We don’t have to talk about it yet,” you tell her, kissing the top of her head. “But I’m here when you are ready, you know that right?”

She nods against your chest and holds onto you as if you might disappear if she loosened her grip. For the first time in weeks you feel like you can breath again.

(A little bit later)

You and Y/N walk hand in hand down the corridor towards the rear of the plane once it has landed at the Tower. The rest of the team is gathered around the ramp, waiting for it to open. They all turn and see Y/N, smiles start to spread across everyone’s faces. Thor comes up to her first, he pulls her in for a hug although you can tell her is being much gentler than usual. “I’m so glad you are ok Y/N, we’ve all missed you so much,” he tells her.

She smiles back at him when he lets go, “I missed you too, all of you.” She looks around at the team, “I don’t know how to thank all of you for finding me.”

You stand near the back and watch with a smile as everyone on the team welcomes her back with a hug before exiting the plane. Thor comes over to you and doesn’t say anything, he just stands next to you. When the last member of the team hugs Y/N and steps onto the ramp to leave, Thor goes to leave as well but you stop him. Grabbing his wrist, he turns to look at you and you hug him tightly. “Thank you Thor, for believing me and helping me find her,” you tell him. It takes him a second but he hugs you back. When you let go you know Y/N is staring at the two of you, smiling from ear to ear.

“That never happened,” you tell her with a laugh. Thor laughs too and pats you on the back hard.

“I won’t tell anyone... that it was the second time you hugged me,” he says.

“Second time?” Y/N’s says in shock.

“I have no idea what he is talking about,” you tell her, trying to sound innocent. Thor continues to laugh as he leaves, making his way down the ramp. When you are alone with Y/N you take her hand again and lean down to kiss her.

She squeezes your hand lightly and says, “I love you Loki.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” you reply.

The two of you leave the plane and see the team is lingering near the rear door of the Tower. When you reach the bottom of the ramp, Nat turns from the group and calls to the both of you, asking what’s taking you so long.

Y/N laughs and walks a little quicker, pulling you with her. You smile, thinking about how amazing it is to be able to be with her again. To be able to hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her in your arms and kiss her. Suddenly you stop walking completely, causing you to pull on Y/N’s arm.

She turns, looking at you confused but doesn’t let go of your hand. “Loki, are you ok?” she asks, sounding concerned.

You take a deep breath and take a step towards her, closing the distance between you. “Y/N... there’s something I need to ask you,” you say to her.

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I'm sorry to hear about your ankle, I hope you heal soon! Losing mobility sucks because anything simple you don't think about turns into a huge™ deal and it sucks your plans get put on hold/thrown up in the air. I hope you get your favorite donuts soon. I hope you heal fast and it doesn't hurt much anymore ❤️

PS: I came to your page to send this ask and saw the Brady/Quinn header and it took me out.

thank you ❤️❤️ i don’t normally get a lot of chances to go to home canes games, because i live out of state and typically have other plans the week between christmas and new year’s but THIS YEAR the stars aligned (my usual plans aren’t happening for completely benign reasons) and i was so excited 😭😭 and ofc it is a huge pain in the ass to do anything or carry anything. i have not entirely figured out how i’m going to eat dinner tonight tbh. a neighbor brought over crutches but as is well known you can’t use crutches and carry anything 💀

gosh!!! it’s such a great still. every time i look at my own header i’m taken out. the videographer really said and by the way quinn is pining

#ask maggie

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platonicyanderepanic · 9 months

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Hii, sorry for taking so long to type this out. I had gotten busy with a lot of things in my life, and I only now realized I didn't send any ask. Also hopefully, your surgery went okay? Hopefully, it will heal fast too!

Okay, now last time I was asking who your favorite character from Demon Slayer was. Or Genshin Impact, or My Hero Academia. Let's focus on Demon Slayer for now though. Here are some of my ideas with platonic yandere Muichiro Tokito! Is that how his name is written, I don't know. But for clarification, the Mist Hashira, is the one I'm talking about.

1. Reader discovers an old book under a tree, not knowing that it's linked to a demon blood art. They begin to read it. Grown up with a lot of younger siblings, they are used to reading books out loud. This then catches the attention of the near by Mist Hasira. Noticing the book has a strong demonic presence, plus the sun is about to go down. The situation quickly become a threat to the reader, as the demon appears coming out of the shadows. Just before being wounded by it, Muichiro manage to stop the demon and safe you. Something which you are grateful for, and despite the annoying feeling that Muichiro was expecting to experience by your actions. He didn't feel much besides feeling warmth. Curious he comes back other time drench in rain, something that doesn't make you happy being concerned about his health. This happens, again and again and again. Everytime, you both begin to care more openly about each other. Something which comes to bit you back when the towns people have almost never seen the Mist Hashira. Branding you as a someone who is possessed, they try to kill you after thinking the spirit won't leave. Muichiro learns of this, and quickly becomes angry. Wanting to go on a killing spree after coming to the site, with you barely conscious from all the fire and pain around you. The Mist Hashira somehow manage to save you, beofe taking you to his estate. After waking up, you become painfully aware of the complex situation you find yourself in. With only burn scars, a chain connected to your ankle, and a forgetful boy keeping you company.

2. Being a reader who likes to garden more than finding a partner, you weren't the best person to ask for dating advice. Something which became more and more obvious to the town people. However, unknown to the entire town. You didn't want to date or marry you, for that fate would be too cruel even for the less nice people. Your last, and first partner was one you loved dearly. And despite their problems with talking, they sure talked a lot about their nephews. Nephews who had disappeared for a long time. After getting married, you hoped that everything would turn towards the better. Only for you to come back from a day at the market, and find your partner dead, with one of their dearly held nephew in bloody clothes above them. Muichiro knew that after looking at the paintings, he had just killed one of his family members. A part of him regret it, the bigger part argued they were a demon and no longer a part of his family. But you, married to them didn't know that. And despite Muichiro attempts at convince you of the truth, you ran hoping for someone to help whether it was you or him. Help did came, but by then it was too late. Your partner's dear nephew was gone, not even a body of your partner remained. This continued to happen, with every new you visit and fell in love they would soon be found dead. Or rather be declared missing as only a bloody room and no body would be found. Deciding enough was enough, you stop trying to find someone years ago. The day you regretted that decision, was the day Muichiro visited. With only a few words spoken to you, he made it clear you couldn't go anywhere else. After all, family sticks together, right?

Sorry for the long texts, I may have gotten a bit out of hand explaining these ideas. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this? Take good care of yourself, and have a nice day or night!

omg, I love your ideas!!

I like how in the first you didn’t make them like each other for a while lmaooo

#kny #demon slayer #platonic yandere

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kiridarling · 3 years

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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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Totem of Undying

gn!reader

person: c!technoblade

word count: 1,852

warnings: blood, yelling, cursing, failed execution (art not mine, SAD-ist on youtube)

One day, you were pacing across Techno’s floor, wearing out the carpet, wondering were he was. He was gone for 9 days, and normally he isn’t out for that long.

He specifically said before his little expedition, “I won’t be gone long, I just got to get something for Phil.” “Ok, have fun honey.” you said, not looking up at him from your book. “You’re sure you don’t need anything?” he asked, trying to find a way to spend a little more time with you before he left. “Yeah, I’m sure, just tell Phil that I said hi.”

“Ok, bye my Aphrodite.”

Ever since, you haven’t gotten any messages on the comms, no messenger birds from him, or any sign of communication between the piglin hybrid and you.

“If he was going to Phil, then I should call Phil.” you murmured under your breath. How could you forget, he said he was going to get something for Phil, so he must be with him.

You looked for you phone, and called Phil’s number. “Hello, who is this?” replied on the other side of the phone. “Phil, is this you, I need to talk to you.”

“Oh hey Y/n, how are you doing?” “Not particularly well, um I have a question, is Techno there, he isn’t answering my calls.”

"Umm, well, he isn't here right now." he states, regret lacing his words. "Well where is he, it's urg-" Phil cut you off, "Y/n, you don't know?"

"What do you mean Phil?"

"I don't wanna say this, but he got captured by the Butcher Army." "Are you fucking kidding me, when he get caught?" you questioned. "IThey came to your house a few days ago, didn't you see them?" "No, I don't think so."

Then you suddenly remembered, “I think they might have came to our house. I was on a trip to get some spider eyes, so I guess that’s when they came over and got Techno.”

“Yeah, they haven’t come back yet, they tried to interrogate me, but I said no, and then they put an ankle monitior on me.” “They decided that if I wasn’t going to tell them anything, they would confine me to my house.”

You apologized to him, “I’m sorry Phil, hopefully you get that off soon enough.” “It’s fine Y/n/n, right now, what I’m concerned about is Techno. The Butcher Army built something, it’s a little cage with an anvil, I watched them build it, but it was kinda vague to me.” "I'm coming to L'Manberg Phil, I'll be there in a hour or so." "Ok, be safe."

You arrived in L'Manberg, looking for Phil's house. "Hey Y/n." he spoke. "Right back at you Phil, how are you doing today?" "I'm doing eh, I'm just worrying about Techno." "Me too, hopefully he turns up soon."

So then you stayed with Phil for a while, drinking tea and talking about random stuff. You were trying to buy your time until Techno popped up somewhere, preferably unharmed.

“Yeah Phil, there was-” Hooves stomped on grass, triumphant talking covering every sound outside. The people that cut you off was the Butcher Army, who was boasting their victory over their fight with Technoblade.

Techno, blood all over his skin, bruises on his face, barely showing any sign of his true skin tone. Chains rapping all over his body so he wouldn't escape. You felt devastated, what had they done to him? Behind them was Quackity riding Carl, holding him hostage so Techno couldn't escape on his steed. "What did they do to you?" you whispered under your breath.

They led Techno to the stage, when he looked up at you and Phil, suprise basking his face. "PHIL, PHIL, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU PHIL, Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yelled from under you guys. "I'M FINE TECHNO, THEY PUT AN ANKLE MONITOR ON ME." Phil screamed back.

They dragged him away from the house, bringing him onto the stage. "LEAVE PHIL AND Y/N ALONE YOU HEAR ME, LEAVE THEM ALONE." he retaliated. They locked him in the cage, where he was waiting his impending doom.

"Technoblade, this is actually not a trial, if you look up, you can see an anvil hanging down. When we press that lever down there, what it's going to do is drop on you and it's going to fucking kill you."

After Quackity's little statement, he demanded Tubbo to explain to everyone what was happening, but what they didn't know was that there was an ally, or friend of Techno's that would help him sooner or later.

After Tubbo spoke about how Techno betrayed the country, and how he had to pay for his wrongdoings, Punz swooped in, throwing snowballs to distract the Butcher Army. With his armor clad self, he started to attack them, momentarily trying to buy time for Techno. He splashed potions all around himself and the Butcher Army.

Then he started to load up the stage with unlit TnT, sending a warning to the Butcher Army not to fuck with him. Quackity yelled in scaredness, hoping that Punz wouldn't light the TnT. "PUNZ, PUNZ, CHILL THE FUCK OUT PUNZ, CALM DOWN." Quackity begged. He didn't stop, and that lead to the whole Butcher Army attacking him with their axes.

While they were chasing Punz, they didn't realize that he slipped Techno a totem of undying. That's right, one of the only things that can prevent death if someone was to kill someone else. So when Punz left the scene, and Ghostbur came to the stage to secretly tell Techno that he named his sheep "Friend", they started to prepare for execution.

"Ok, no more, I'm pulling this fucking lever." Quackity stated. And there is was, he pulled the lever, and the anvil went crashing down on Techno's head. But Quackity didn't know that he had a totem of undying in his hand, so when the anvil came down on Techno, there was a flurry of green and yellow sparks all around him, protecting him from his death.

During the little show, Techno escaped the iron cage, and ran for his life. The Butcher Army was confused, why did Technoblade die, he was supposed to perish, right?

He ran to the little hole in the ground, and was meet by Dream, riding Carl. Dream started to block up the hole, while Techno rode Carl to victory. As he rode Carl, he reached a control room, where there was chests filled with stuff for specific people. There was Eret's, Tubbo's, his, and many others.

He looted his chest, put iron armor on, and started to prepare for his journey. He splashed potions onto his body, giving him strength for a few minutes, and swiftness. When he realized that the pathway wasn't large enough for both him and Carl, he started to break blocks so he and Carl wouldn't suffocate in the walls.

While he was doing that, Quackity sneaked up behind him, taking him by suprise. “Techno, you’re not leaving this place, how didn’t you die?”

“None of your business Quackity, how about you leave me alone.”

“You’re my business Techno, and as long as you’re alive, this server is going to go to shit.” And this the fight began, Techno only donning a pick axe for a weapons, and iron armor, and Quackity, with full netherite and all the tools you could ever need for a fight.

Their weapons clashed together into a disgusting sound. “I’M GOING TO DEFEAT YOU TODAY TECHNOBLADE.” shouted Quackity, thinking he was going to win. “NOT A CHANCE.” Techno answered.

Quackity was clearly arrogant in this matter, even though he had the good stuff, and Techno had the shitty stuff that would be easily broken, he forget something. He forgot that he didn’t have technique, and Techno was the great night Blood God. Technoblade could’ve easily, if he wanted to, take down an entire village.

But he didn’t, and that’s what Quackity didn’t realize. Yes, Techno did some shitty things in the past, but he declared that he was going to retire from the fighting, from everything that related to violence. It wasn’t necessary to try to execute him.

So when the final swing hit, Quackity with his ego to a high capacity, at almost half a heart, Techbo easily defeated and killed Quackity, taking one of his canon lives.

You paced across the wooden floor for 10 minutes. “Phil, is Techno ok, where is he, why isn’t he here right now, Phil-” you cut yourself off, “Phil, is he dead?” “No he isn’t Y/n/n, I know Techno, he’s still alive, trust me.” he assured you, trying to comfort your thoughts, but it wasn’t getting to you.

Techno had to be dead, an anvil fell on him. “But what was the green and yellow sparks, what was the reason for that?” you thought. Was that a distraction, or was it something more significant.

“Phil, are you sure he’s-” he interrupted you with a shush. “Do you hear that?” he asked, not sure what’s was happening outside of his home. “No, I don’t, what’s wrong?” “Stay here Y/n.” he ignored your question.

He sneaked toward the door, trying to quiet his footsteps. He slowly opened the door, looked around, and saw Techno standing there, covered in bloody armor. “Holy shit Techno, what are you doing here, they could come any minute.”

“I need Y/n for a second.” he calmly said, trying to ease Phil’s nerves. “Mate, what about the Butcher-”

“I killed their leader.” “Heh?” “I killed Quackity, unfortunately it isn’t permanent.” he sighed. “Ok, first of all, weirdchamp, and secondly, please come inside, you’re worrying me right now.”

Phil let Techno in, and offered him a cup of tea. “No thanks Phil, so back to what I was saying, where is Y/n?” “Oh, they’re in the back, I thought you were someone else.” “Thanks.”

He stepped towards the direction you were in, and opened the door to find a frantic, worried Y/n. He put his body on the doorframe nonchalantly, “You missed me?” You turned around from your pacing, and looked at Techno, relief coating your eyes, “TECHNO.”

“Y/n.” he replied. You hurriedly walked to Techno, and gave him a bone-crushing hug. “Oh my goodness I’ve missed you so much, why did you have to leave, I don’t want you to die, fuck Quackity and the rest of them...” You rambled on and on about how the Butcher Army should be convicted, and a whole bunch of other things, when Techno cut you off, “Calm down my Aphrodite, I’m back, and that’s all that matters.”

"Ok, well are you hurt anywhere, Phil has some healing pots as well as some bandages." "I'm fine, but are you ok, did they hurt you?" he put his hand on your shoulders. "I'm ok, they didn't acknowledge me."

"Well, I'm glad that was the case."

You severely hugged him again, "Please never leave without me, I don't want this happening again."

"Never Y/n, never."

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 3 years

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In a Heartbeat ~ Doctor!Bucky x Reader Oneshot

A/N: Title subject to change. This is a GIANT CONGRATULATIONS PRESENT for my fave Doctor!Bucky lover and yours @captainscanadian Because my girl finished undergrad today! Congrats, bby! Enjoy this doctor!bucky fluff that I said I would write a million years ago. ;) I'm so proud of you!!

Summary: What should have been a fun night out ends in the ER. At least your doctor is handsome?

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Injuries (fractured ankle), hospital, getting a cast, xrays and catscan. I think that's it. Fluff

Word Count: 2190

For the first hour of your stay in the ER you couldn’t decide if the constant beeping from the machine beside you was calming or irritating.

As it rolled into the second hour, you settled on irritating. You glared down at your ankle even though it was hidden under the blanket. You moved it ever so slightly, wincing as it caught on the sheet.

You unlocked your phone, letting your friends know that yes you were still here. And no you didn’t have any updates. And no they shouldn’t feel guilty.

A small part of you had blamed them in the first moments, after all they were the ones who convinced you to celebrate the end of finals with some drinking and dancing.

You checked your make up in the mirror next to your front door before locking up. You glanced at the door across the hall, hoping to catch the eye of your hunky neighbor before heading out. But no dice.

Oh well. At least your dress would likely be appreciated at the club. You’d even pulled out your comfy heels. Heels which were now mocking you from their spot on the chair next to your purse.

You’d been feeling good strutting down the stairs of your apartment building when a group of college kids who had clearly been pre-gaming, thundered past you, forcing you to press up against the wall. When you’d taken your next step your heel broke and you went sliding down 15 stairs.

You’d thought your ass had taken the worst of it until you tried to stand up and immediately cried out in pain.

So instead of ferrying you to a club, the Uber your friends arrived in took you to the hospital. You’d sent your friends on their way once you’d been processed and were waiting to be admitted. No need to spoil everyone’s night.

But now five hours later and bored out of your skull you were regretting that decision. You were going to lose your mind. You’d only left the room twice. Once for an x-ray and once for a CT scan.

You turned on the TV and settled on the game show network, letting the episode of family feud distract you.

You were on your third episode when a nurse came in.

“Hello. I’m Wanda, the night shift nurse. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. I’m just eager to get out of here.”

“I’ll bet you are. Dr. Barnes should be in soon,” she assured you. “He just finished up a surgery.”

“Sounds good.”

She checked your chart, noting your vitals and making sure that you weren’t tangled in any wires.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Can I have some water?”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.”

Wanda brought back a cup of water and a warm blanket.

“Thought you might be cold,” she explained.

“Actually yeah. Thanks. Is there any way I can take this off?” You gestured to the heart rate monitor on your finger.

She shot you an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. It’s protocol.”

“Worth a shot,” you shrugged.

“I’ll come and check on you in a little bit.”

“Thank you.”

She bustled out of the room and you turned your attention back to the TV which had moved on the Price is Right reruns.

You must have drifted off because the next thing you know you were being gently shaken. Your eyes were finally able to focus on a pair of entirely too blue eyes.

As your brain caught up, you realized the blue eyes were set in a very handsome face. A familiar handsome face at that.

“2A?” you asked cocking your head to the side.

He chuckled as you readjusted yourself trying to discretely check that you hadn’t drooled in your sleep.

“Most people call me Dr. Barnes. Or Bucky.”

“Bucky?”

That made even less sense. You were certain the name on his mailbox was James.

“My middle name is Buchanan. And what shall I call you, 2B?”

“Y/n.”

“Well it’s very nice to officially meet you, Y/n. Although I wish it were under better circumstances. Let’s take a look at this ankle shall we?”

You nodded, and he took that as an assent to lift the blanket. He folded in neatly up over your knee leaving most of your lap covered. You grimaced when you saw the swelling was even worse now than when you arrived.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You relayed your story to him, omitting the bit about hoping to run into him. He listened intently, making the occasional note but mainly he just nodded.

“I’m going to examine it now,” he announced.

His hands were sure and practiced as he gently turned your ankle from side to side. It twinged occasionally, so you focused on his features to distract yourself.

You catalogued each in turn but lingered on his sharp jawline. Your thoughts drifted to peppering kisses along it and down his neck.

You were startled when his cerulean gaze met yours with a concerned look.

“Did that hurt?”

“Not really. Why?”

You were genuinely confused by the question. You hadn’t noticed anything amiss in his examination.

“Your heart rate was elevated. And you, ummm,” he broke eye contact for the first time.

“I what?”

“Squeaked.”

Your eyes widened and your chest felt hot with embarrassment. You glanced at the traitorous machine which was live casting your racing heart. Although that probably was less of the issue than the fact that you squeaked.

“I guess the hospital just makes me nervous,” you lied lamely.

He didn’t look convinced but thankfully let it go.

“I just need to check one more angle.”

This time it was painful and you yelped.

“Sorry.” He gingerly placed your foot back on the pillow that had been elevating it and covered it with the blanket.

He held the CT scans and X-rays up to the light as you watched him. You once again failed to notice your heart rate climbing as you admired the bulge of his bicep.

Dr. Barnes however definitely noticed. He smiled over at you reassuringly, which failed to help the issue at all. He glanced at the erratically beeping machine, before looking back to you. You would swear that there was a hint of smugness in his expression. But he kept it well hidden.

“Well, I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news.”

“Lay it on me, doc.”

“Well, the good news is that you will not be needing surgery. It’s a minor fracture.”

“And the bad news?”

“It’s a minor fracture that requires a cast.”

“How long?”

“Eight weeks. Total.”

“Eight weeks on crutches?” You whined.

“You should only be on crutches for the first four. After that, assuming everything is healing well, you’ll be in a walking cast.”

You groaned and shot a murderous glare at your heels once again.

“The price we pay for fashion.”

“I’ll have Wanda prepare everything now. It should only take about an hour.”

“Well, that sure cuts into my dancing plans,” you joked, frustrated by being stuck there for another hour.

It would be morning before you got home.

“Is that where you were headed?” he asked as he pressed the call button.

“Yeah. My friends finally convinced me to go out with them for once and look where it got me,” you laughed humorlessly. “Well at least I’m done for the summer. So the leg won’t mess me up too bad.”

Wanda appeared in the doorway.

“What do you need, doctor Barnes?”

“I need a cast kit. For the ankle.”

“Got it. I’ll be right back.”

You expected Bucky to leave then, but he continued bustling around the room.

“You said you’re done for the summer. Are you a teacher?”

“Kinda.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“I’m a graduate student. So I just finished up TAing for the semester.”

“Ahh. Are you doing research then?”

“I’m finishing up the edits on my thesis actually. So this might actually make me do it instead of procrastinating," you giggled.

“What’s your thesis on?”

You were in the middle of explaining your thesis, when Wanda returned. Genuinely interested in your area of research, Bucky continued asking you questions as he wrapped the liner around your leg.

From time to time he would grin up at you and the damn heart rate monitor would go off all over again. You’d gotten over your embarrassment for the most part, until Wanda had to suppress a giggle because your heart actually skipped a beat.

“Alright. You are all set. Wanda will grab you your crutches and your discharge papers. You’ll need to make a follow up with your Orthopedic in four weeks.”

“Since I don’t have an orthopedic on speed dial, do you know any good ones?”

Bucky chuckled.

“I’ll have her put my practice’s number on the sheet.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

“No problem. Do you have any questions before I go?”

“How long do you think getting all the paperwork sorted will take?”

“Not long. Twenty minutes or so. Why?”

“Just wondering if I should order my Uber now or wait.”

He glanced at the clock on the wall. His fingers drummed against the clipboard in his hand as he momentarily mulled something over.

“If you’re willing to wait another forty-five minutes, I can drive you home when I get off my shift.”

You immediately shook your head.

“You so don’t need to do that.”

“Please. It’s literally on my way home.”

You nibbled on your lip. It would be a lot easier.

“If you’re sure.”

He seemed almost relieved when you accepted.

“Absolutely. It’s been pretty quiet tonight, so you can just hang out in here until I get back.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

He smiled, softer than the other ones he’d given you so far before hanging your chart on the end of your bed and exiting the room, bumping into the glass door as he went. You stifled a giggle. Maybe you weren’t the only one affected.

It took a little over thirty minutes to get you processed. And before you knew it Bucky was helping you into his car. You went in butt first and then swung your cast leg, followed by your good leg in just a hospital sock. Bucky handed you your shoes and purse.

“So, do you chauffer all of your patients home?” You teased as you left the parking lot.

“Only the ones who live across the hall. Speaking of which, I am sorry this is the first time we’ve gotten to meet properly. Not very neighborly of me.”

“I can’t imagine why you haven’t made your way over with your loads of free time,” you deadpanned, earning you an eyeroll. “But however it happened, I’m glad that we met. It was getting to the awkward stage.”

“Yeah, seven months of passing waves is a long time.”

You hummed your agreement.

“So, how did you get into medicine?”

“Family business.”

He told you all about his surgeon mom and physician father as you drove home. His siblings were also in medicine and even his childhood best friend.

“That is so many medical degrees in one house. Must be rousing holiday dinner conversations.”

“We actually have a no shop talk rule.”

“And how long does that last?” you asked knowingly.

“Through appetizers… maybe.”

“Your family sounds amazing.”

“They are. I wouldn’t trade them for anything,” he admitted as he parked his car.

Bucky carefully helped you out of the car and up to your apartment. You’d never been so glad to live in a building with an elevator.

“I feel like I should offer you breakfast for bringing me home,” you admitted as you plopped down on the couch, and lifted your foot onto the coffee table exhausted from the crutches.

“You need to stay off that foot. But I’m sure you’re starving and so am I. Got any pancake mix?”

“Doctor Barnes, you really don’t have to do that.”

“It’s Bucky. We’re back to just neighbors here. And I want to.”

“How can I repay you?”

“Think about going out on a date with me when your leg is all healed.”

You cocked your head, as you appraised him.

“Just think about it?”

He scratched behind his ear as he shrugged a little.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for well… about seven months. But I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. Because you don’t. I would have brought any of my neighbors home,” he rambled.

“You’re a really good guy,” you hummed.

“Could you tell my Ma that?” he joked, though his ears tinged pink.

“Happily. And I’d love to think about going on a date with you.”

He beamed back at you.

“I’ll take it. So pancakes?”

“In the cabinet above the fridge. Next to the chocolate chips.”

He nodded, taking the hint on your favorite add on.

“I’m on it.”

Eight weeks later when your walking cast came off, you and Bucky went out for dinner… for your two month anniversary.

Your heart definitely still raced when he smiled at you. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: There we have it! I hope you enjoyed @captainscanadian.

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kozumedenki · 3 years

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Passion and Pride

kei tsukishima x male reader

i finally finished this part two. i tried to make it longer than my usual blurbs, i hope you guys like it

tw: cursing, just a little angst

stubborn, bullheaded, adamant. there were far too many words that could be used to describe (name) and kei when they had a fight but in the end, all of them meant the same thing.

they were both far too prideful to be the first to apologize.

the (color) haired teen wouldn't even look the blond blocker's way, let alone even sit near him. passings in the hallway were thick with tension that all the other students around them did their best to scatter and get away so they could breath again.

tadashi was the only one the slight twitch in kei's hand, as if he was holding himself back from reaching out to the other boy. or how (name) always gave a small hopeful glance after kei passed him, as if he was begging silently for the fight to be over.

but it was obvious that neither would ever admit to their actions.

"tsukki…" the freckled boy didn't look up from his lunch. "why don't you talk to (name) and fix things?"

the air between them was deadly quiet and tadashi almost missed the small clench in the taller's jaw.

"why would i fix things with a delusional idiot like him? if he wants to lie to himself, then just let him."

tadashi pursed his lips and gripped his pant legs softly. "tsukki, it's so obvious that you miss him. so why are you being so stubborn?"

kei stood up from his desk, knocking his chair to the floor. "i don't want to fix shit so stop bringing him up. i don't care about that idiot," he glared at his friend before heading to the door.

"wait, tsukki! where are you going?"

"for a walk, now leave me the hell alone."

tadashi slumped back in his seat, his appetite completely gone as he watched the back of his best friend disappear through the classroom door. he needed to figure out a way to help those two, knowing how stubborn the taller can be in situations like these. if something doesn't happen soon, it could end up being a mirror to his relationship with akiteru…

…

it felt good to be able to dance again. with his ankle all healed up, (name) was finally able to participate in club activities again. even just their usual stretch exercise beforehand felt amazing, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. it was exactly what he needed after the time he's been having over the past few weeks.

kei's words had been almost haunting him, ringing in the back of his head whenever he had to sit through the club and spectate. it made him want to hit a wall just to let out his frustrations but he didn't want to risk a second injury and being out even longer than he already had to.

it was all so frustrating.

the fight looms over his conscience every time he sees kei walk the halls and he almost, almost apologizes every time but the fact that kei doesn't even acknowledge his existence makes his anger flare back up. he was so infuriating and yet, he can't get the stupid blonde blocker out of his head.

…

club time was over and the sun had gone down over an hour ago, leaving (name) to sit at the front gates of the school to wait for his parents to come pick him up. his jacket was wrapped around his body as tightly as he could get it and yet he couldn't stop shaking from how cold he was. fuck, where were they?

"finally," the teen muttered and dug his phone out of his pocket to look at the text from his mom.

ding!

"...fucking really? after everyone's left? how am i supposed to get home now?"

the dancer groaned and flopped back on the cold, wet grass. they couldn't have let him know that he would have to find a way home sooner? now, he's going to have to walk home alone in the dark. just great.

"uh… (name)?"

(name) jolted up into a sitting position, letting out a small scream in surprise. he clutched his chest to calm his beating heart as he looked up to find the concerned face of tadashi yamaguchi. "oh, hey man. what's good?"

"i just wanted to make sure you were ok, you looked pretty upset," the freckled boy gave a small, weak smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"oh, yeah. i'm fine, i'm just frustrated i have to walk home alone is all."

those words caused a lightbulb to go off in his head. if those two weren't going to make up willingly, then he was going to have to force them into it.

"oh, well… i have to meet someone but i know someone who could walk you home!"

a sigh of relief left the boy. "thank god. you're a life saver, tadashi."

…

"no. no, never in a million years!"

(name) had been brought face to face with kei and his punchable face, no tadashi in sight. the little shit tricked him.

"next time i see that little weasel, i'm kicking his ass," the (color) haired boy mumbled, turning on his heel away from the taller. "well, i'm gone. i'd rather walk home alone than-"

his sentence didn't find its end as the dancer's arm was grabbed and used as leverage to be almost dragged by the blocker.

"you're not walking home alone at night," was all kei said.

that made (name) clench his jaw, trying his best to ignore the squeeze of his heart at the gesture. instead, his stubborn ass dug his heels into the grass as he wrenched his arm from the blonde's grip. "no, you don't get to do that."

"do what, exactly?"

"you don't get to act like you suddenly care about me," the (color) haired teen felt tears begin to well up in his eyes as he clenched his fists at his sides. "you don't get to care about what i do or what happens to me. ever since you shitted on me and my passions, you haven't even acknowledged my existence and now you suddenly care if i walk home alone at night? fuck you."

the dancer made a move to walk away but didn't get far as a hand grasped his arm once again. "kei, let go of me… please, i don't like being toyed with."

"...i'm sorry."

(name) was sure he felt his heart stop. "...what?"

"i'm sorry, ok?" the grip on the smaller's arm tightened a little. "i… i wanted to be more encouraging that night but every time i opened my mouth, it was the opposite. i didn't want to hurt your feelings, i never did."

the two boys stood there for a few minutes, silent and sure that the other could hear their own hearts pounding.

"...i'm sorry too. i was pretty mean that night too."

the dancer didn't get a response, just a soft tug on his arm to pull him into the blocker's chest. he closed his eyes as he slowly wrapped his arms around kei's waist, burying his face in his chest.

maybe he'll thank tadashi next time he sees him.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hi there! Can I request a Percy Jackson x Daughter of Apollo!Reader, that's more hurt-comfort? I'm thinking that they're both 18-19 and bump into each other after their messy breakup when they were 15-16 and young and dumb and it's slightly awkward but they still both desperately love each other? Feel free to tie it up however you'd like! Thank you so much <3

This is my first PJO request so thank you so much! I hope that you enjoyed.

Note: Per the request this will feature a daughter of Apollo, but you should be able to switch it up in your head a little to match yourself if your godly parent isn’t Apollo.

ALSO there is a tiny bit of Annabeth bashing in this (I’m so sorry cause I love Percabeth) but know that this is just for the fic’s purpose!

Not Broken, Just Bent

(I feel like these lyrics sorta match their relationship so that’s why this is the title!)

Y/N had been fifteen years old when she had dated Percy Jackson for a year. And gods, it was the best year of her life. She had met Percy at Camp Half-Blood but they began Y/N had enrolled into his high school. She had been the daughter of Apollo and a mortal who knew of the Godly world, and she had dropped her off at Camp Half-Blood when she was born. So Y/N had never seen what life was like outside the boarder, but when she finally did, she had Percy there to guide her.

They had a fantastic time. He helped Y/N connect to some other relatives and they went to the beach together. It wasn’t long before they fell in love. However, when the summer rolled around, Annabeth came. Y/N had always been a little bit intimidated of Annabeth, but she also instantly recognized that the daughter of Athena had a crush on Percy. This stemmed the root of their breakup, as Percy was oblivious to her feelings. They soon got into fights, as Y/N was too oblivious to recognize that Percy was oblivious. She thought he liked Annabeth and he accused her of being jealous. It didn’t end well.

Since then, Y/N had “graduated” from Camp Half-Blood and was living in the mortal world. She hadn’t been there to here what Camp Jupiter was so she didn’t know she could go to New Rome. Percy, on the other hand, was healing from a couple months of being broken up with Annabeth. And as he did . . . He couldn’t help but think back to the woman before Annabeth. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing now . . .

So you could imagine his surprise when he was going to take his shift of patrolling the boarders and saw Y/N just barely past, having dropped to her knees. She was beaten and bruised and the very sight glued Percy to his place momentarily.

“Y/N?” Percy said, snapping back to reality. He thought that just for a moment that he had been imagining her because he was thinking about her, but he knew it was real when she let out a small cry of pain. The brunette rushed to her side.

“Y/N, what happened? You need to tell me where you’re hurt?” Percy said. He forgot all about how complicated their break-up had been and was only concerned about her well-being. There was worry glossing over his eyes as he didn’t know whether to take her arm or if that would hurt her, so he opted to putting a hand under her chin and tilting her head up.

Y/N’s eyes met his. She looked exhausted. “Monsters . . . They’ve been chasing me quite a lot recently . . . So I came here . . . One came out when I was almost at the boarder and I lost my sword . . .” With that, her head slumped forward and Percy grasped her shoulders as she passed out.

“SHIT,” Percy cursed loudly. He pushed her so she was still on her knees but upright, and then put his hands underneath her armpits. Percy then pulled her up with himself as he stood up, and maneuvered himself so at he was by her side so he could put one arm under her legs and the other around her back to pick her up. The Demigod did his best not to injure Y/N any further, and then took off for the medbay.

“WILL!” Percy yelled, bursting inside. The blonde teenager looked up and was alarmed to see his friend carrying his sister. Percy hurriedly explained what Y/N had told him, stumbling over his words as he was desperate. He was helpless as Will took Y/N from his arms and laid her on the bed.

“We’ll have to wait until she’s awake to give her ambrosia,” Will muttered.

“When will she wake up? Is there anything I can do to help? Is she okay?” Percy rambled out, glancing between him and his sister.

Will thought for a moment. “Can you grab some bandages? They’re in the back,” he said.

Percy nodded, nearly tripping over his chair as he stood up. He grabbed all of the bandages he could see and came back, basically shoving them into Will’s lap.

He then watched, tapping his foot anxiously, as Will wrapped her head which was bleeding and her wrist and ankle.

After finishing, Will stood up and got some ambrosia.

“That won’t be enough to heal all of her injuries,” Percy noted.

“I know, but if she takes too much then she’ll get feverish and we don’t want that,” Will said. “We can’t control what the ambrosia heals when she has multiple injuries, so let’s hope her head gets healed.”

Will put the ambrosia on her bedside table, and that’s when Nico burst in, out of breath.

“Training room - someone needs hurt,” Nico panted out, and Will nodded.

“Let me know when she wakes up,” Will said to Percy, and then added, “And take good care of my sister.”

Percy nodded and his attention returned to Y/N as Will and Nico left. He sighed, not left alone with his thoughts. He had realized when he held her and worried about her, that being in love with her never really went away . . . And that love was much more purse and heartwarming than his love for Annabeth. With Annabeth, he loved her, but maybe he wasn’t in love with her . . . Because it was difficult. He always worried about messing up or saying the wrong thing, but with Y/N, even if he was concerned for her, he remembered how comfortable it was to be with her, and how much she cared for him.

Oh, gods. He still loved Y/N. He was still in love with her.

He took a deep breath, and the only thing keeping him from beginning to freak out was when he noticed Y/N started to open her eyes. Percy waited with baited breath until she fully woke up and looked around.

“Percy?” She said, and he saw that she was confused.

“Hey,” he said softly, giving her the ambrosia. “A monster attacked you and you passed out. I took you back here - take this.”

Y/N nodded and took the ambrosia, shoving it into her mouth. After a couple of moments she groaned. “The dam ambrosia only healed my bruises and my wrist - not my head or ankle,” she said.

“If we give you anymore ambrosia you’ll become feverish,” Percy said, and couldn’t help but feel sad that she was in pain.

There were a couple of moments where they sat in silence, and that silenced allowed the awkwardness to grow like water allowed a plant to blossom.

“Thank you for, uh, taking me here,” Y/N said as their silence was creeping up upon a minute.

“Of course, of course,” Percy said immediately. “How have you, er, been doing?”

Y/N sighed. She was just going to go back to her normal life after this, so what did she lose in telling him the truth, anyway? Maybe she’d even get some closure from it.

“I know this is silly, but . . . I tried to move on from you and I never . . . Found someone that I loved and wanted to be with like you,” she was admitted, toying with the bed’s sheets.

She waited for Percy to tell her that he was happy and dating someone that was great and that he had moved on from her. So now it was Y/N’s turn to be surprised when he said the last thing she ever would have thought of.

“With you, today, I realized I still loved you, Y/N. I did date Annabeth after us but we broke up. You, though, you’re amazing . . . And you were right. She did like me. So I’m sorry about how our relationship ended - I’m sorry what I said to you. When you’re better . . . I’d love go out for coffee or something. Honestly, I never knew how much I was missing you until today, and I’m still in love with you, even more than Annabeth,” he told her, and that scared himself a bit. This realization came onto him so suddenly, but he was so, so happy when he did say it. He never stopped being in love.

Y/N looked over at him, her eyes widened. Seeing his smile, it was contagious. She smiled as well, and reached out to take his hand. “I’d love that,” she said, softly, forgetting about her pain.

Percy chuckled and squeezed her hand - and that’s when Will interrupted.

“Aye, Jackson! Lay off my patient, okay?” Will said jokingly.

Percy laughed and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It’s good to see you, too, bro,” she said.

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