#he rolls his eyes then feeds them but hes still pissy that they interrupted one of the special soft morning kisses neil gives him

[erodasfishtacos]

Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

-

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

-

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

-

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

-

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

-

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

-

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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[echos-newlegs]

Hi!! Can I please get wolffe with 1 and 4 smut please!!!! Thank you!!!!! 🥰

Playing Around

😏 heck yeah you can- but I apologize if it’s bad. It’s nearly 1am, I’ve never written anything for Wolffe before and I started writing another story halfway through the smut??? So if you get lost, I really do apologize. I think I fixed it though. I had to reread it a good three times lmao.

A small PSA to the others who requested, I see em all and I will get to them when I can. I start a job on Thursday so stories may be a teensy bit delayed from my posting at least once a day ordeal!

Wolffe x Reader: “It’s okay, just pretend to be my date until they leave,” and “your hair is so soft...”

Warnings: Sexual content, language, female receiving, protected sex because it is frowned upon using kids as distractions during war.

You sat at the bar with Wolffe and his brothers. 79’s was slowly starting to get more crowded. You wouldn’t really mind if the moment Wolffe walked off someone hadn’t stole his spot at the bar next to you and began hitting on you. “What’s a pretty gal like yourself doing in a joint like this?” He wasn’t a clone, but even if he was one. You still wouldn’t be amused.

You were a Jedi. Trained by General Plo Koon himself. Which was how you were so close with Wolffe— yet it still took everything in you not to knock the guy next to you off the bar stool and walk out. “I’m here with some friends.” You told him, truthfully. The man snorted, and you frowned. “Where are they then?” You motioned your head to Boost and Sinker, catching a glimpse of Wolffe heading back your way. Eyes locked on the intruder in his seat.

“And him,” you spoke. Pointing off towards the commander with a small smile and a wave. The guy turned. Flashing a glare to Wolffe then looking back to you with a dopey smile. “Well, doll, if you want to hang out with a real man..” you glared. You couldn’t stand random people giving you pet names. “I’m just over there,” he pointed to a table with a few other guys. Who all looked away when you looked over.

Wolffe finally made his way over and stood next to you. Practically towering over the man. Eyes still locked on him with a look that could kill. “Is he bothering you, Cyar’ika?” He asked, then glancing to you. Gaze softening for a second. Before hardening once he looked back to the other. “Who’s this, your boyfriend?” The guy snorted, and you grabbed your drink, taking a sip to try and calm yourself down. “I’m whatever she wants me to be, now get out of my seat.” Wolffe growled, and you glanced over to him. Brows a bit raised. Smirking behind your glass and the man cowered away.

Wolffe sat next to you with a sigh, and you leaned over. Pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Wolffy.” You teased. You were the only one that was really allowed to call him that without him getting pissy. “Anything for you, general.” You snickered, watching as his face heated up a bit. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed his cheek before, but he always acted so nervous. Even if he knew you just meant it in a friendly manor, or so he thought.

“Wolffe, don’t call me General when we aren’t on the field. I don’t like it when you call me that. Makes things feel, too formal.” You told him, and he nodded. Sighing, and glancing over to you with a small smile. “Yes, y/n.” “Better.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, watching him with a grin. Wolffe looking back to you with furrowed brows. “What?” “So you’re my boyfriend, hm?” You giggled as you watched his eyes narrow on you, then widen in realization. “I was just trying to get him to leave, I didn’t mean-“ you interrupted him by raising your fingers to his lips. “Wolffe, it’s fine.” You spoke with a small smile. “I really do appreciate it, if it weren’t for you they’d probably be waiting for me outside for when I left.” Wolffe looked back to the men at the table. Then moved his attention back to you. “Well..” he started in, “if it’s okay, just pretend to be my date until they leave?” He spoke, and you were the one to shyly look away now. “I’d appreciate that.”

You had to remind yourself throughout the night that you two weren’t actually on a date. You were just being friends. You’ve known one another since General Plo got Wolffe in his Battalion. It was nothing new for the two of you to hang out outside of work, but you wished it was more than just in a friendly manor.

You sighed, the guys had left a while ago, yet you still felt on edge. Turning to Wolffe, you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Since he was talking to one of his brothers. You could tell he was frustrated by the way his shoulders tensed when you touched him. He quickly relaxed though once he realized it was you. “I think I’m gunna head,” you spoke, and he turned around fully to face you. “Oh okay, you want me to walk with you back to your quarters?” He asked, and you nodded. “If you could, please?” He smiled, you were one of the few that were able to make him smile by just offering softly spoken words. “Plus since you’re my date, it’s the right thing to do.” You shot the tease at him. Snickering at his signature eye roll.

You jumped from the stool, landing on your feet. The two of you, well mainly yourself. Said your goodbyes to the others left in the cantina. Then off the two of you went. Wolffe holding the door open for you, and following you out.

The two of you walked down the street a ways until you could find a cab to wave down. Climbing in and heading back for the hanger. The ride wasn’t really too long, though it was quiet. You were thinking of what you could say to him. What you could do to maybe tell him that you wanted to go on a real date sometime, but before you could. The cab was stopped and you had reached your destination. Wolffe paying the fee and the two of you climbing out and heading back for your quarters,.

You walked the halls in silence, as usual. Though you really didn’t hate it. You weren’t too fond of silence when you had so much to say all at once. “Thank you again, for tonight.” You spoke the first thing that came to mind. Once the two of you reached the door to your room. He gave you a bit of a grunt, and nodded. “ ‘f course.” He spoke, hands resting at his side. You reaching over and grabbed his one hand. Both of you watching your movement closely. “I mean it.” You spoke, the two of you catching one another’s gaze. “For a fake date, I enjoyed every second of it.”

Wolffe was practically staring into your soul at this point. You squeezing his hand, and then relaxing your fingers in attempt to let go. Thinking you upset him, but he had a firm grip on your hand. You weren’t complaining though. “I enjoyed it too,” he murmured and you bit your lip. Glancing to the side, then back to the commander. “Did you wanna come inside?” You nearly whispered, and he nodded slowly. You opening the door to your room. Then pulling the male in behind you.

He paused for a moment, and so did you. You both back in the same position you were in in the hallway. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, and your breath caught in your throat. “Yes,” you said, nodding your head along with your words. Freezing up when his calloused hand reached up to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb. Leaning down to press his lips against yours.

You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. You’d dropped hints, kissed his cheek, hugged him, held his hand, everything that you thought he would notice. Since he wasn’t the best with understanding flirting. It flew over his head half the time anyways.

He pulled back after a moment. His fingers moving to trace your jaw. Whimpering a bit and your eyes fluttered open. Just in time to see a switch flip in his eyes. He pressed you up against the wall. Kissing you again, though this time it was rougher than the last. You yelping into it when your back pressed against the surface. Arms moving to wrap around his neck. Moaning into his mouth when he shoved a leg in between yours and up against your warmth.

He took this to his advantage, shoving his tongue into your mouth and the two of you battled for victory. Though it was stupid of you to even try. He was winning from the beginning, and soon his tongue was roaming every inch of your mouth.

You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist. Hands moving to undo his upper armor and he helped you out. His top half now left in his blacks. As his armor fell to the floor with a clank. Now it was your turn. Wolffe pulling the little armor you wore off, and the two of you were ripping each other’s shirts off like that was your jobs.

His mouth traveled to your neck in nearly an instant. While your hands roamed his exposed chest.. Moaning when he sucked and bit down on your skin. Thankful he was leaving most of the bigger marks where you could cover them. You’d have a lot to explain to the council if they found out you were sleeping with the commander you were occasionally the general of. When Plo needed the help or was off doing something else.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Tugging a bit when he moved down to your breast. One hand squeezing while his mouth sucked. Making you squirm, especially when his mouth swapped over to the other and your ignored one was left with cooling saliva.

It wasn’t long before he was peeling you from the wall and slamming his lips back against yours while walking you to your bed. He placed you down, parting from you for a second so he could remove the rest of his armor. Which he did effortlessly. You doing the same, slipping your pants off as he did as well. The two of you left in nothing but your underwear now. Eyeing one another like you were starving and each other’s bodies were the only thing that could feed you both.

He climbed back over top of you. Eyes roaming your skin, then moving back to your face with a lust filled gave. Though he had a look of admiration as well. “We can stop, whenever you want,” he assured you, and you nodded. You knew he wouldn’t force you into anything you didn’t want, but the words were still so sweet to you. Reaching up to hold his face with your hands, and pull him down for a short kiss. Pulling back and he was chasing your lips for more. “I can assure you I’ve wanted this for longer than I’d like to admit.” You spoke, and he smirked. “Good to know I’m not alone.” He nearly growled. Beginning to trail kisses down your body once more.

You were squirming so bad. Needing some sort of friction and attention. Basically shaking as he licking and bit your skin. Panting like a dog in heat when he moved to your thighs. Now pinching along your sensitive skin. “Wolffe, Kriff, please,” you mewled. The commander smirking as he moved his fingers to lightly trace over your underwear. “Please what?” You were going to get him back for this, but right now you couldn’t think clearly. “Please touch me,” you huffed, and he listened.

He pulled your panties down your thighs, bringing his face even closer to your entrance. Arching your back when he blew against you. You were already so sensitive and you needed some form of release. Wolffe moving his fingers to rub against your folds and then up to your clit. Flicking his tongue out to imitate the same movement his finger did. Which had you unwinding. Hands moving to tangle in his short locks while your legs wrapped around his head.

He continued licking you and sucking, like you were all he wanted to eat. Fingers pushing in and out in an upbeat tempo. Your body beginning to shake as your climax started nearing, “oh Kriff, Wolffe.” You gasped, and he could tell you were close just from the shake of your voice. Pulling back and you let out a whimper. Looking up to him with a pout, and he grinned as he kneeled between your legs. “I’m not done yet,” he assured. The gruffness of his voice making you shudder.

He pulled his boxers off, and readjusted himself between you. You eyeing him for a moment, and watching as he held something between his fingers. Then slipped it over his dick. You weren’t sure how he was keeping a condom hidden, but you weren’t about to ask. You were just thankful he wasn’t about to unintentionally knock you up.

“Did you have this idea all along, or were you planning on taking someone else home.” He chuckled at that. Leaning down to kiss your cheek and press the head of himself against your entrance, making you squirm again. “I’ve had this idea for a while, but never had the chance to act upon it til now.” He murmured against your skin. Kissing your temple, then down your face to your lips as he pressed inside you. Your arms and legs moving to wrap around his body.

He was a lot to take in all at once, thankful he moved in slowly. Thankful for the kisses and sweet nothings he used to help distract you. Once you were finally ready though, you moved your hips up a bit. Nearly melting at the feeling of pleasure that coursed your body. Wolffe obviously feeling the same by the grunt and the way his nose scrunched.

His one hand held onto your hip while the other was pressed beside your head on the bed. Rocking his hips while your finger tips pressed into his back. Eyes locked on one another. Giving him a nod and he picked up the pace. The sound of skin on skin and your guys’ short and ecstatic breath filling the room. Both your eyes falling shut as your both neared the end. “Kriff-“ Wolffe grunted, and you leaned up to burry your face in the crook of his neck while his thrusts quickened. Getting sloppier and more uneven as he chased his orgasm and pushed you to your own.

You let out a small cry, muffled by the skin of his neck as you reached your limit. Your walls clenching around him was enough for him to topple over as well, letting out a cry of his own. Riding out his orgasm with a few more sloppy thrusts, before pulling out of you and rolling off of you with a groan. The two of you laying on your backs panting. Trying to live out your highs. Once Wolffe was down from his he moved to remove the condom, tying it and tossing it in the bin next to the bed. Then climbing back next to you in bed.

He lied on his side, facing you. Unsure if he should touch you or not. Both your chests still heaving and sweat was beading on your forehead still. “You just gunna.. stare at me?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, smiling tiredly as a small lop sided smile crept onto his own face. “Wasn’t sure what else to do,” “you can hold me, for a start.” You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His arms reaching out and pulling you close to his body. You pulling the covers over the both of you, since the cold was slowly staring to creep up on you. Humming a bit when his hands repay through your hair. “Your hair is so soft,” he muttered. Making you smile, kissing a few of his scars on his chest while you cured up next to him. “Maybe I’ll let you use my conditioner in the morning,” and you did. He loved it, too. Because each time he caught a whiff of the shampoo and conditioner out on the field, all he could think of was you. Which was enough to keep the commander fighting, for you.

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[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and thanks for sticking with this. It’s quite fun to write for this ship, and I hope you’re all ready for homoerotic exercise and another argument between men who don’t know how to communicate :)

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Three - Proving a Point

Day Two: Tuesday

Gajeel woke in a pissy mood. This wasn't going like it was supposed to.

Freed was meant to be a smug, self important man with no practical skills, no world-hardened experiences, and no way of keeping up with what Gajeel was demanding of him. His three day plan had focused around humbling Freed, telling him that he wasn't hot-shit like he clearly thought, and making him realise that his cushioned life didn't mean he was Gajeel's equal.

What was not meant to happen was for Freed to be competent! He wasn't meant to make a shelter, he wasn't meant to be able to make a fire without a match, and he wasn't meant to be able to cook the damn fish and make them taste good! Even Gajeel couldn't do that.

Worse, the fucker knew. Oh he knew what Gajeel wanted but wasn't getting.

He hadn't been so smug when he'd lost though, had he? He hasn't been running his mouth when he'd been in the stream, gurgling his pathetic little surrender. Nah, he'd looked exactly how Gajeel wanted him; weak, embarrassed and unable to deal with the fact he was out of his league.

Sure, it hadn't taken long for Freed to recover and spout some bullshit about Gajeel being intimidated by his magic, or whatever the hell it was he said. He was trying to save face and Gajeel wouldn't let him; he had lost their fight because he couldn't live without his spells. That was impractical, short sighted and the way a spoiled brat of a man worked. No doubt if he had to rely on his fists more, he would have seen the stream as something to take advantage of and used it, rather than falling into Gajeel's trap.

Hah. At least one thing had gone Gajeel's way.

Mostly.

Kind of.

Look, Gajeel might hate the man and the things he seemed to stand for, but Freed wasn't bad looking. And Gajeel was just a man, who had been stripped to the waist with Freed in the same state of undress, wrestling one another. He was bound to get distracted for a moment. Thankfully, Freed's nasty kick to the balls and the ensuing tantrum after had quickly quelled any growing interest.

Gajeel knew what he had to do today, though. Because if he was going to fight with Freed at the end of the week, he needed to respect the man. He wasn't going to respect Freed if he couldn't take a defeat, and if he couldn't handle himself without his magic. So today, Freed was going to prove he had the ability to back up his words.

Okay, it was a tenuous reason for what he had planned, but fuck it. Fuck Freed too.

It was tempting to wake the prick up by dumping some of the water Gajeel had gathered over his sleeping face - a nice little reminder of how the fight had ended - but he decided against it. He needed to have everything prepared before he woke up, so it would be better to check that everything was in place. That, and Freed apparently snored a little when he was sleeping, and Gajeel certainly didn't want to interrupt the possible blackmail that could come from it.

And perhaps it was nice to have something cut through the silence of the forest.

Gajeel had trained in this forest many times, and as such had come to know how to utilise it's assets. He wandered slowly, blinking away the sleep in his eyes, and eventually found what he was looking for. A large tree that had fallen down years ago, and stumbled down a hill. What remained was a leafless trunk at the bottom of a steep incline, perfect for strength training.

Next, he walked to the largest upstanding tree within reasonable walking distance. Gajeel had often climbed this tree to push his agility and upper body strength, and it was the perfect way to test Freed's practical skills. The tree was still standing tall, the branches Gajeel used to climb still attached. Perfect, no excuses for when Freed fucked up.

When he got to the lake, Gajeel grinned a little. The morning was cold and the water would be freezing, the worst temperature to take a swim in. Normally Gajeel would have hated to swim in weather like this, but it would certainly be a nice wake-up call for the spoiled little Prince.

Yeah, this was gonna be fun. For Gajeel anyway.

——

"I think yesterday proved pretty damp conclusively that you're out of luck if you don't have your magic," Gajeel said with crossed arms, looking down at Freed. "So, today I'm gonna teach you a couple techniques that'll come in handy when you're in a situation where you can't spell yourself out of trouble."

Freed clearly wanted to make a comment, but held his tongue. He was learning, huh.

When Gajeel had returned from his check of the forest, Freed had woken up, set up a new fire and was using the rest of the fish (and a few berries that he had picked) to make them both a breakfast. Gajeel had wanted to reject it out of hand, but it had smelt great and if it was anywhere near as good as his meal the day before, refusing it would be a mistake. It had tasted amazing, so Gajeel had huffed out a thanks and gave a short nod of thanks.

Soon after that, Gajeel had motioned for Freed to follow him. Freed had done so without complaint - Gajeel couldn't prove it, but liked to think it was because the asshole was too embarrassed after his loss - and allowed himself to be led down the stream, towards the lake.

"You've got wings right, when you use yer magic?" Gajeel asked. "So yer probably gonna use 'em to get over every little thing, right?"

"Like you do with your little cat friend, I expect," Freed commented, and Gajeel stiffened slightly. Freed noticed and smirked a little. "My apologies, I interrupted you. Please, go on."

"Don't need yer permission," Gajeel grunted, more to himself than to the man standing before him. "But if yer using yer wings as much as I think you are, you ain't ready to deal with terrain that ain't easy to walk through. So, if this week's about improving then this is gonna help you get over that flaw. We run from here towards the lake, taking us through forested ground which ain't even and ain't safe, and then we swim from one side of the lake to the other."

"So it's a race then?" Freed asked, annoyingly not intimidated by the proposition.

"If you want," Gajeel shrugged. "But I ain't got a prize or anythin'. Definitely not one for participation, like yer probably used to."

Freed rolled his eyes at that, but didn't ride to the bait. Instead, he said, "Perhaps when I win, you'll cook for once."

"You ain't gonna win," Gajeel claimed.

"We'll see," Freed hummed a little, far too smug for his own good.

"Stretch up," Gajeel muttered, even though he wanted to push the man further, maybe even see if he could add an actual forfeit for losing, something to really make the fucker squirm. But, well, Gajeel didn't know for sure he would win, so couldn't risk things just in case.

Just as Gajeel went to start stretching his calves, he heard the sound of ruffling fabric and frowned. He ignored it for a moment as he felt the gentle burn of his muscles working, but caught sight of Freed's white - now dirt stained and crumpled - shirt now hanging over the branch of a nearby tree. With slightly furrowed brows, he turned towards Freed to demand an explanation, only to see him kicking off his pants and placing them right next to his shirt, leaving him only in his boxer-briefs. His tight and eye-catching boxer-briefs.

Before the thoughts could even form about how Freed was wearing his underwear to perfection, Gajeel forced his memory back to the night before. About how he'd acted and how he had tried to make Gajeel feel like crap just to feed his own ego.

Freed had lost a wrestling match, and had thrown a fit about it. Gajeel couldn't respect a man like that, and he couldn't find a guy hot if he didn't respect him.

"The hell are you doing?" Gajeel demanded.

"If we're going to swim, then I'd rather not get my only set of clothes wet when it could be avoided," Freed explained, and Gajeel was momentarily thankful that he didn't look ready to remove his boxers. He couldn't think like that, so spoke again.

"Cause you can't stand a bit of discomfort, right?" Gajeel grumbled.

"No, I just don't see the point of making things worse for myself to prove a point," Freed looked pointedly towards Gajeel when he said that. "The water is clearly going to be cold and the weather doesn't look like it'll improve, meaning it'll be a struggle to dry ourselves already. The fire can only do so much, and we'll either have to lounge around in wet clothes out of stubbornness, or remove them and wait for them to dry while we ourselves get dry. That extends the time we'll be cold, making us both uncomfortable and wasting time before whatever inane task you've got next. That, coupled with the fact that this is flu season, seems like good enough justification for avoiding a stupid problem."

Gajeel could hardly argue the point, so instead he mumbled, "We ain't gonna be lounging around."

"What an astute and well thought out argument," Freed deadpanned, and Gajeel wanted to punch him again. He didn't, instead averting his eyes as Freed started to stretch his arms. "Nobody is forcing you to do the same if you're shy, Mister Redbox. To me it just feels like the reasonable course of actions."

Rather than speaking, Gajeel turned his back. He also removed his shirt and boots; but he wasn't getting half naked like the pervert next to him.

Calling him a pervert was maybe a stretch.

He pushed back that thought, as well as the thoughts of how damn good Freed's ass looked in those boxers - Gajeel was only a man, and he couldn't deny what he saw - and instead got himself into line with Freed. The race is what he should have been focusing on, not the fact that Freed didn't look half bad when he was taken away from his pampered and luxurious sheen. Tangled hair and the odd spec of dirt really did wonders for the pretty-boy.

The race. Focus on the race. And the fact the guy couldn't deal with a loss.

"Ready?" Gajeel asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Go."

He lurched forward before he could think, sprinting through the undergrowth of the the forest as he ran towards the lake. Years of guild work in places like this had allowed for the perfection of running through the forest; you kept alternating your gaze between the ground and on the trees.

Usually he would have turned his skin to iron so he wouldn't have to focus on the branches in his way, but he was trying to prove a point. He winced a little as a sharp end to a twig scraped against his cheek, far too close to his eye, but didn't let it stop his pace. He could hear Freed's breathing very close behind him, so evidently Freed knew how to run through a forest as well as Gajeel did, so he couldn't let up for a moment.

When they were out of the forest, there was a short run towards the lake with more space than there had been in the forest. Gajeel forced himself to run as fast as he could, not wanting to let Freed overtake him now he had the width to do so. And not having a view of the man's body might-

The race. The way he'd acted the night before. Focus dammit!

If telling himself wasn't enough to cut off his libido, the face first plunge into freezing, dirty water certainly did. He let out a shuddering gasp when his head broke the surface, but couldn't allow the ice-cold water to stop him. He quickly started to swim, smirking a little when he realised he still had the lead.

The smirk died when Freed overtook him pretty damn quickly.

Gajeel saw nothing but ripples of water ahead of him, and gritted his teeth as he tried to speed up. He was a man built to brute force his way through a problem, while Freed was apparently more agile. He should have expected that, but he had wanted to leave Freed in the dust during the run so it wouldn't be an issue.

All he could do now was swim to the other shore of the lake, pissed off.

When he reached the end of the lake, he saw Freed resting on one of the large boulders that made up the shoreline. He was panting, soaking wet and still wearing those fuckimg boxers. When he saw Gajeel haul himself up from the water, he looked towards him and smirked.

"That didn't end up how you wanted, did it?"

"Shut up," Gajeel snarled. "Get yer clothes, we've got a busy day."

When Freed laughed, Gajeel nearly pushed him into the lake again.

——

"So, you think ya can beat that?"

Gajeel had more than got his confidence back now, and he was smirking at Freed with his arms flexed intentionally.

Both he and Freed were stood at the bottom of a steep hill, where the dead tree-truck sat. Gajeel had explained this challenge; they would both have to push the tree-truck up the hill as far as they could. The justification for this exercise was that Freed might one day find himself in a situation where he was trapped without his magic and needed to force his way out with his strength alone, and the exercise was meant to simulate that. Freed clearly saw that Gajeel just wanted to push his limits, but he didn't say anything.

This was the last task of the day. They'd already attempted the tree climbing that Gajeel had planned, and Freed had been obnoxiously good at it. Gajeel had been faster, but they both knew that he had a natural advantage because he'd had practice. Gajeel could hardly boast about being slightly better then Freed at something he had done many times and Freed was new to.

Gajeel had just finished his attempt at pushing the trunk, and was fucking delighted when he saw he'd beaten his own personal record. This was how he would regain his control over things.

Freed didn't stand a chance.

"I'm sure I'll be a worthy contender," Freed stated, walking towards the tree-trunk. "Which is a feat, I expect, given that you've clearly been setting me up for failure from the beginning."

"Maybe if you weren't so predictable then I wouldn't have been able to plan things out so well," Gajeel grunted.

"So you predicted that, in everything other than tasks that relied solely on physical strength, I have exceeded your expectations and beaten you in completion, I suppose?" Freed taunted quietly as he positioned himself against the tree-trunk. "I expect you did all of this simply to prove your inferiority."

"Inferiority?" Gajeel scoffed. "You ain't done anything but bitch about this because it's not going yer way."

"Not going my way?" Freed laughed, turning from the log and looking at Gajeel again. "You are joking, aren't you?"

"All you've done is make yer little comments about how you don't think it's fair," Gajeel challenged, taking a step forward and glaring the other man down. "And when ya lose, you throw a tantrum."

"I throw tantrums," Freed demanded, sounding equal parts exasperated and annoyed. "As opposed to you, who has been acting perfectly rational throughout this? It hasn't escaped my attention that you clearly see Makarov's initiative as some sort of personal affront to you, and you have apparently seen it fair to force all of these grievances onto me. So for you, a man who has been as close to stomping his feet and wailing as his pride allows, to complain about me throwing a tantrum is practically laughable."

"You think that's what I'm doing?" Gajeel took another step forward. "I'm doing this because yer clearly a spoiled little city-boy and I ain't associating myself with something who can't-"

"Can't what?" Freed snapped. "Can't make a shelter? Can't start a fire? Can't swim across a lake faster than you? Because I've done all of this despite your clear hopes otherwise. Or would you rather judge my worth as a mage by seeing me push a dead tree up a hillside, or to wrestle you without the weapon I use nor the magic I wield? Because, Mr Redfox, if you need to force such strict parameters to best me and you consistently lose, then perhaps your plan isn't a good one."

Fuck, he wanted to punch the guy. Fully encase his fists in iron and beat the shit out of the guy. It would be damn satisfying to see the guy knocked out, while the smugness straight out of him.

"Nothing to say?" Freed continued, a patronising look on his face.

"Fuck off," Gajeel growler, turning around and going to walk away. Before he could take a step, a wall of glowing runes shot up in front of him, blocking his exit. He turned to Freed with an expression of fury. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You," Freed snapped, and magic seemed to emanate from him.

He looked feral in that moment, with all the shields of fancy clothes and smart ass words replaced by anger and magic. His shirt was billowing in the magic induced winds, and the glare on his face was accentuated by the purple swirling in his eye. Fuck, he looked like a man on the edge and it shot straight to Gajeel's dick. Freed was a gentleman gone wild, and if that wasn't one of Gajeel's most well-buried fantasies then he didn't know what was.

The expression was gone as quickly as it came, and the magic swarming Freed's eye fell away. For a moment, Freed looked worried, but he was talking again before Gajeel could understand why he looked like that.

"Neither of us are happy about this, but at the end of the week we have to fight side by side, and the biggest issue we have right now is that we can't stand one another," Freed seemed more calm now, as if the bubble of anger had burst. What the hell had caused that? "So, either you plan something that might make us work together, or at least respect one another, or we both stop trying and say to hell with the consequences."

Gajeel didn't say anything. It felt like the rug had been pulled from under him.

Suddenly, a wave of shitty realisation hit him. Freed had a point when he said he was taking his anger out on him, when he really just didn't want to do the damn training thing at all. He wasn't being fair.

"I think that's enough," Freed sighed. "I'll gather my things and go home. You needn't contact me again."

Freed was walking away before Gajeel could react, and the walls of runes fell around them both. A horrid feeling of regret filled Gajeel, and he quickly jogged to catch up with Freed, who was clearly ignoring him. He kinda deserved it.

"Shit, Freed, wait," He placed a hand on the man's chest, and Freed glared at him. "Yer right, I ain't been fair," It wasn't a fun thing to admit. "I had some ideas about who you were, and didn't wanna let ya prove me wrong, even when you were kicking my ass," He sighed. "And yer right about me wanting to fuck you over, that's why I did this shit, and it wasn't right. That was shitty of me."

"Well, I can hardly blame you for judging me. We were both guilty of that," Freed admitted. "And thank you for admitting that. But I don't see how we could suddenly become a cohesive, effective team, we're hardly compatible."

Gajeel sighed, Freed had a point.

But if a Fairy Tail mage was good at anything, they were good at being stubborn.

"What if we have a fight?" Gajeel proposed, and Freed frowned at him. "Talking like this ain't gonna get rid of the attitude we have for each other, right? You're still pissed at me, and you said some things that made me wanna sock a punch in yer jaw. Maybe having the chance to beat the shit outta each other might break through the attitude problems we have."

"That's not too bad an idea," Freed admitted, glancing at the evening sky for a moment. "It would be cathartic to make you scream."

"Buy me dinner first, city-boy," Gajeel teased before he could think. Freed all but gaped at him, and Gajeel was speaking to fill the silence before he could stop himself. "Y'know, I ain't ever seen you fight before. Don't know how you work."

"Then I have the advantage," Freed grinned slightly. "And you're voluntarily giving it to me. Perhaps you really are repentant."

"Nah, just wanna kick yer ass without you having an excuse."

"We'll see," Freed smirked, and Gajeel found himself grinning back.

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Eobard in a Wells-Stack

Summary: After being captured by Team Flash for the hundredth time, Eobard gets a visit while he's in his cell.

Warnings: Slight profanity.

Primary pairs: N/A

Canon/Head: Canon

part 2

After capturing Eobard, who was now in Nash’s body, Team Flash left the potential threat alone in his cell. Eobard took off Nash’s jacket and threw it into a corner of the cell before taking a seat on the padded floor. His back pushed up against the wall, his eyes on the glass. He was to wait patiently, as he had many times before. 

“I’m going to get to each of them. One way or another.” Eobard told himself. “I’m done with the waiting.”

“Do you really think that, les yeux rouges?” A voice with a rather strong accent muttered. Two versions of Harrison Wells stood side by side in a corner left of our antagonist. The one who recently spoke lifted his hat before readjusting it on his head. 

“I wouldn’t underestimate them.” The other spoke. He scratched the side of his neck before shoving his hand into his pocket. “After all, you made them who they are.” He added. 

“Out of all the Wells that used to be in the multiverse, I get Frenchie and my replacement.” Eobard groaned in irritation. He leaned his head up, staring at the ceiling.

“Oi, qui diable appelle-t-il frenchie? My name is Sherloque. Sher-lo-que.” Sherloque corrected Eobard, taking offense in the nickname. He straightened his coat as he gave Eobard a nasty look before leaning against a padded wall of the cell.

“Calm down.” The other Wells said, rolling his eyes.

“Harry, he just—” 

“No.” Harry said, shaking his head. The two stayed in their corner. 

“I don’t understand why they keep chasing after a new Wells.” Eobard scoffed, and shook his head as he laughed. 

“The team doesn’t feel complete without Harrison Wells.” Harry quoted Caitlin. He remembered her saying the exact same thing to him when he was preparing to leave Team Flash for the first time before leaving them with H.R.

“You,” Eobard pointed to Harry, “you I understand, but him?” He said pointing to Sherloque. “I don’t see him being as much help.”

“Moi? I’m the one who helped them with Cicada, and—”

“I know what you did.” Eobard responded. “You’re the one who outed my little runner.”

“It had to be done.” Sherloque said.

“I introduced him.” Another Wells appeared, this one with a german accent. His hair and beard were white as snow. Another irritated groan left Eobard’s lips. His cell was slowly beginning to fill with variations of Harrisons. He already hated having to be with the first two. “I thought he was a good replacement after this one’s mind,” he pointed to Harry, “‘went—” and blew a raspberry with his mouth.

“That’s enough.” Harry interrupted him.

“You,” Eobard pointed to Harry again. “What’s on your mind?” He asked. “There's something there. I can feel it.” He furrowed his brows. The one questioned raised an eye-brow when asked.

“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked, leaning against the cell wall. “Just shut up.” Harry gave the other a forced smile before returning his attention to the padding below his feet. Eobard was intrigued at the hostility. 

“Maybe his daughter.” Wolfgang shrugged. “Ich weiss nicht.” He said. Harry shot a nasty look over to Wolfgang. 

“Don’t,” he snapped, “talk about my daughter.” Harry said. 

“Uff, Mr. I’m-smart-again-now is getting pissy.” Wolfgang rolled his eyes.

“Oi, have some sympathy. That’s his—” Sherloque shut his mouth once Harry gave the same look he had given to Wolfgang.

“Oh? So should I say someone is on your mind?” Eobard said, swiping his tongue across his lips. “Who is it?” Eobard asked, sitting up while fiddling with his fingers. He was beginning to poke at Harry.

“I said shut up!” Harry spat. He was already to the ceiling with Eobard's bullshit.

“I want to kn—” Eobard’s sentence was disrupted by the feeling of his cell moving. “Looks like we’re going to have more company.” Eobard commented. Harry sighed and looked down to the padding once more. The cell was pulled from its place along the walls where the other metas were held. Harry did his best to avoid Eobard’s gaze. As they grew closer, Harry felt a knot growing in his stomach. He was scared. He had a guess of who would be waiting for them by the doors, and he prayed he wasn’t right. The doors to the pipeline opened. There stood a figure holding a bag of food. “Cisco.” Eobard said invitingly. He stood up and approached the glass, his arms crossed against Nash’s gray shirt. Harry’s head shot up, and he looked past Sherloque to get a better look. It was him. It was really him. Harry was at a loss for words, and he swore he felt his heart stop for a second.

“Move.” He pulled Sherloque out of his, now standing next to Eobard. “Cisco...” Harry whispered to himself. His blue eyes locked onto him. He watched as the other tucked his hair behind his ear. Cisco looked rather morose. Given the circumstances he would be upset, but no, he looked too sad. The skin around his eyes and the tip of his nose were red. He had been crying. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Even though you don’t deserve it.” Cisco muttered while sniffling. “They made me go get you food.” Cisco held up a bag of greasy food and a large drink.

“It was sweet of you to think of me,” he said looking down at the bag, “even after I tried to kill you.” Eobard joked. “Again.”

“Starve.” Cisco sneered, pulling his arms back to his side.

“You tried to kill him!?” Harry yelled. Harry’s hands turned into fists, and he did his best to keep them at his side. 

“Not the first time.” Eobard smirked, looking at Harry. Eobard turned to Harry. He held his hand out. “I tried to do the y’know,” he shook his hand to mimic how his hand would vibrate when he used his speed, “but it didn’t work. No powers.” Eobard explained. 

“What?” Cisco asked. He was sure, he didn’t say anything.

“What?” Harry scoffed. “You knew you weren't in your body, and you still tried to use your powers? Genius.” He laughed. “Not."

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Cisco asked. It obviously wasn’t him because Eobard wasn’t even facing him.

“A few of your friends, Cisco,” Eobard said, leaning forward onto the glass, “are keeping me company.” He said referring to the three Harrisons in his cell.

“Friends?” His brows furrowed. Looking in the cell, there was no one, no one but Thawne in Nash’s body. Eobard nodded silently. He pointed in every direction that a Wells stood. One to Eobard’s far right corner. “A German.” Then to the far left. “A French.” 

“Wolfgang and Sherloque?” Cisco questioned, raising a brow. “How is that even possible?”

“Thawne!” Harry shouted, shoved Eobard. “Tell him that I’m here.”

“Fine.” Eobard said. All Cisco could see was Eobard being pushed out of place, but not by who.

“Tell him.” Harry said, his face was starting to turn red.

“There’s three of them.” Eobard sighed. 

“You only pointed to two.” Cisco said, his eyes looking over the places where Eobard had just pointed, imagining the two standing in those empty spaces.

 “Tell him!” Harry pushed Eobard again. He would have loved to take a swing at Eobard’s face, but instead he looked back over to Cisco. “Cisco, it’s me!” He shouted, although he knew the other couldn’t hear him. Harry began to pound his fist on the glass, hoping that would have some effect. The glass didn’t shake, but the sound of his fist making contact could be heard. He needed to let Cisco know he was there. He just had to.

“Woah.” Cisco took a step back when he heard the impact on the glass. “What the hell is going on, Thawne?"

“An American.” Eobard stated. “Sounds like World War II.” He joked. He pointed to the left of him, in the same direction the sound was coming from.

“Hey! We didn’t have that Scheiße on our Earth. Dummkopf.” Wolfgang pointed out.

“American…” Cisco repeated. There were a number of Wells who were American besides Harry. This didn’t help him out at all. It could be anyone. Sonny, Lothario, a million others.

“You know my fucking name!” His voice cracked when he shouted. “Tell him I’m here!” Harry yelled. 

“This one is very, very persistent.” Eobard snickered. He thought Harry was going to be harder to get through, but it was clear who the answer to his previous question was. “Want to guess?” Eobard asked, the pounding still occuring.

“Thawne!” Harry yelled. “Fucking tell him.” He chewed on his bottom lip when staring back at Cisco. He could feel a lump growing in his throat and tried to keep his eyes from glazing over. He just wanted Cisco to know.

“No.” Cisco said. “Tell me, or you can starve.” 

“You wouldn’t want to kill poor Nash, would you?” 

“I don’t need to feed you to keep you alive.” Cisco scoffed. “Water will be enough, for a few days at least.” He said, staring down Nash's body.

"I'm done with this." Harry grabbed Eobard by the back of his neck and pushed him closer to the glass.

“What the hell are you doing?” Eobard said, his nose just barely touching the glass. 

“What's going on, Thawne?” Cisco took another step back when Eobard grew closer.

"This one seems to have a temper." Eobard chuckled.

“Looks like he’s gone coo-coo.” Sherloque sang as he looked to Wolfgang.

“You’ve been testing my fucking patience, Thawne.” Harry said. “Breath on the glass.”

“What?” Eobard asked.

“Fucking do it.” Harry gritted through his teeth, Eobard’s forehead now against the glass. Eobard had a feeling this would get physical. He sighed, giving into Harry just this once. He opened his mouth and breathed out, covering a small part of glass in a cloudy fog. Harry used his free hand to grab one of Eobard’s fingers and dragged it against the glass, writing his name backwards in the condensation.

“This is some 'Coraline' shit.” Cisco mentioned as each letter had appeared on the glass:

YRRAH

“There.” Eobard said. “I did it.” He said as Harry stood him up. Cisco’s jaw dropped.

“Harry’s in there with you?” Cisco asked, a soft smile tugging weakly at the edges of his lips.

“Say it.” Harry demanded. 

“I already—”

“Say my name.” Harry said, tightening his grip.

“Lothario would love this.” Wolfgang chuckled, leaning against his wall of the cell.

"That man would love anything that you could relate to sex." Sherloque rolled his eyes.

“Did someone say sex?” Lothario said, the knot in the laces of his robe was soon to come loose.

“Oh God.” Eobard closed his eyes shut. How he prayed that this was just a dream. “Yes, Cisco, your beloved Harry is in here with me.” He said. He eyed the Wells as he finally let him go. 

“You’re lying.” Cisco said, shaking his head. So close. Harry’s heart dropped. 

“He’s not lying.” Sherloque said, shaking his head. 

"Not at all." Wolfgang said, fixing the sleeves of his sweater. It was clear to them that Harry was becoming fairly uneasy. They all knew the other couldn’t hear him, but if it could make Harry feel better, they tried to do what they could.

“Have I ever lied to you, Cisco?” Eobard asked. “Really, tell me. Aside from who I was, have I ever lied to you?” He questioned. Cisco stood silent for a moment. He knew Eobard was right, and maybe, just maybe Harry was really there, but he needed proof.

“Prove it.” Cisco said, he placed the food to the side and crossed his arms. 

“How am I supposed to—” Eobard was cut off when Harry went back to the tactic of using the glass. He knocked on it, multiple times. The two had come up with their own pattern if they were in trouble. Each dot was one knock, each dash was dragged against the glass. “Morse code?” Eobard chuckled. “You’re using morse code?” 

“Shut up.” Harry said, and continued to knock until he finished relaying his message:

-.-(K) ....(H) .-(A) -.(N)

“Harry.” Cisco let out a soft sigh. “He’s really in there?” He couldn’t see it, but Harry couldn’t be smiling any wider. In satisfaction of Cisco’s response Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. His job was done. 

“Yes.” He nodded. “He’s here. I told you he’s here.” Eobard said, rolling his eyes. He knew this would happen. He knew Cisco would get lost in the thought of his replacement. “Hey,” Eobard snapped his fingers at Cisco to get his attention. “Can I have the food now?”

“Say please.” Cisco said, grabbing the bag.

"I'm not saying please." Eobard shook his head.

"Then you're not getting any food." Cisco motioned to place the food back down.

“Cisco. Cisco, please.” Eobard sighed, “May I please have the food?” 

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Cisco said before walking to the right of the cell. He opened a tiny metal door on the wall and pushed the food and drink through. He watched as Eo gladly grabbed it before sitting down. “How long has he been in there with you?” 

“For a while now.” Eobard exhaled. He knew Cisco was going to want to know more. He rustled through the bag and pulled out a burger. 

“Has he said anything?��� He asked. He was worried that Harry would probably slip up and talk about the both of them. No, Harry’s not that reckless. He wouldn’t.

“Nothing but to tell you that he’s here.” He said, unwrapping the burger in his hands before taking a huge bite into it. “Maybe,” Eo said after swallowing, “if you hadn’t given up my gift to you, then you could have sensed him.”

“Fuck you, Thawne.” Cisco acerbically, his eyes were filled with regret. He knew he was always going to be haunted by his decision on taking the cure. “I don’t want anything from you.” He said, but Harry was shaking his head. He wasn't going to say anything in front of Eobard that could possibly be used against him.

“You should speak to him while you can.” Eobard said, throwing some fries into his mouth. “I don’t believe he has much time left.” He took another large bite of his burger.

“Harry?” Cisco said. Harry watched as Cisco’s eyes scanned the cell. He was looking for him. Harry knocked on the glass once more to let him know he was still there. Cisco placed his hand where he believed the knock came from. Harry couldn’t help but do the same. Both of their eyes glazed with tears ready to burn their skin. “Te amo mucho. Te extraño. Lo siento.” He whispered.

“Yo también.” Harry responded. He couldn’t say he was fluent in the language. He only picked up on whatever Cisco would say or taught him during his stay on Earth-1. 

“How sweet.” Sherloque muttered to himself. 

"My heart. This is too sweet, but when did dumb-dumb get his smartness back?" Lothario said as he tightened the laces of his robe. 

"This is what happens when you're late. You were always late to our meetings before, and you're still appearing late now." Wolfgang scolded. Eobard watched Harry and Cisco silently. He remembered how that relationship felt. He remembered having Cisco by his side everyday as he played his ruse of Dr. Harrison Wells. All the time they spent renovating his house, the wheelchair, all of it. After everything Thawne had done to him, he knew Cisco wasn’t his anymore. Cisco hung his head as he let his tears fall. Each one burned his skin as they traveled down his cheek. 

“Hey, no.” Harry said, shaking his head. “No, no ll-...what’s the word again?” He asked himself, trying to remember the word. “Llores.” He softly coughed, holding back his own tears. “No llores.” He knocked on the glass, hoping he would stop.

“Fuck me.” Cisco whimpered. He gave a soft chuckle as he wiped his tears away, it was if he could hear Harry’s voice in his head telling him not to cry. He took a deep breath before looking back up at the last person he wanted to see. The two were eye-to-eye. He hated it. He wanted to see Harry. He wanted to see Nash and the others. He clenched his jaw and slowly backed away from the cell. Harry waved good-bye as the doors to the pipeline closed on them. 

“How sweet.” Eobard said, using a napkin to wipe his lips. During the short amount of time Harry was using to spend time with Cisco, Eobard used to devour every last bit of food in that bag. Harry returned himself to his corner and sat down next to Sherloque. “You love him.” Eobard said, gathering all of his trash and stuffing it in the bag. 

“What?” Harry said, chewing on his lip as he looked at Eobard.

“You love him.” He repeated, placing the trash to the side.

“He’s my best friend.” Harry said, looking down to his hands.

“So you do.” Eobard said, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I did too.” He nodded, looking down to Nash's shoes. "But, does he love you?"

“What do you mean? He just—”

“When he first saw you, Wells, and I’m talking about the very first time he saw you,” he said looking down to his hands. “I’m pretty sure the first thought that came into his mind was me.” A smirk pulled at his lips. Eobard had no problem with toying with Cisco’s favorite.

“Be careful.” Sherloque whispered into Harry's ear. The two closely watched Eobard. Sherloque could see where Eobard was taking this, and he wasn’t going to let the doubt in Harry’s head grow anymore than it already had.

“That’s what everyone thought. Everyone thought I was you.” Harry shrugged. He played it off. He remembered the first week he spent at S.T.AR. Labs, Cisco couldn’t even look at him. Their first conversation, Cisco told him how Eobard put his hand through Cisco’s chest and stopped his heart. Harry’s response to the traumatic story was a laugh. A fucking laugh.

“You were just a familiar face to him.” Eobard said, standing up. “One where once trust was broken, and then rebuilt.” He added.

“What are you trying to get at?” Wolfgang asked. Eobard, once again, was up to no good and he could sense it.

“I’m just saying, y’know,” he said nonchalantly, “it’s not really you who he was trying to become friends with.” Eobard’s tone became rather serious very quickly. “It’s me who he wanted back.”

“I doubt that.” Harry scoffed, but in reality he did feel threatened. He always had the fear in his mind that it was Eobard who Cisco was searching for. 

“Tell me, did he ever bring me up?” Eobard asked, his smirk growing wider. He was biting deeper into Harry, and it was written all over his face. 

"Yes." Harry nodded. "He would bring you up a lot actually," he said as he began to think of it. 

"What would he say?" Eobard asked, crossing his arms. 

"Never anything good." Harry said.

"You're lying." Eobard shrugged. "You're fucking lying." He pursed his lips in frustration and shook his head, his face was becoming heated. "There's no way everything he said about me was bad." 

"He only spoke about how hurt he was." Harry looked him in the eyes. "Hurt, knowing the one man he trusted was a fraud." He lied.

"It can't be just that." Eobard shook his head. "You're lying." He repeated. "I was his best friend." He said in a rather menacing tone. Eobard was becoming defensive.

"Was is past tense." Sherloque interrupted. 

"Shut up, Frenchie." Eobard held his hand up to him. "I was everything to him." He pointed to his chest. "I was the only family he had when his own would turn him away. It was me. Not you!" 

"You left him traumatized!" Harry yelled. He took a deep breath, holding his hands tightly together. "You left him broken, someone else came and picked up the pieces. That wasn't enough though," Harry said shaking his head. "He still can't get over you. Six years, Thawne. Six fucking years, and you’re still embedded in his mind."

"That's because he still has love for me." Eobard said. "I don't care how much you hate it, Harry. He does and you know it." 

"The thought of you sickens him." Harry gritted through his teeth. "You didn't deserve him."

Before Eobard could answer, another Wells appeared, and this one didn’t hesitate to throw a punch to Eobard’s face.

“Wer the hell is this?” Wolfgang said, pointing to the Wells that knocked Eobard over. 

“Who am I?” He yelled. “That’s my body!” He pointed the body that was now sprawled on the ground.

“You’re one that stole my diary.” Harry said, crossing his arms.

“You’re the reason the multiverse is gone.” Lothario said.

“Yes, yes I stole your diary.” Nash said. “I needed to know, okay?” He said. “I needed to know what was going on. Who I was seeing.” He said, looking around the cell. He noticed two that he’s never seen before. “I—” He froze staring at Lothario. “I’m not even going to ask.” 

“They’re the other Wells from when the multiverse still existed.” Eobard responded once he was back to his feet.

“Get out of my body.” Nash said. 

“I do what I fucking want. I’m not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.” Eobard said in that low voice of his. Nash cocked his arm, ready to punch Eobard for another time. His body or not, he wasn't going to let this slide. He knocked Eobard over for another time then climbed on top of him and continued to give Eobard punches to the face. This was the second time he was attacked today. Harry was the first to react. Oh how he too wanted to give Eobard just one good punch, but he was better than that.

"Nash, Stop." He hooked his arms under Nash's and pulled him off. The others followed, helping Harry to keep Nash, who was still ready to fight, in the corner of the cell. Eobard stayed on the ground. The 5 of them stood crowded, looking down at Eobard.

"This is gonna be fun." He gave a sinister laugh, his tongue picking up the drops of blood on his lips. He picked himself back up and sat down in the corner across from them. "Once I get out of here," he said, using the pad of thumb to wipe off any excess blood, "and I get my speed back, it's over for all of you." He gave a half-heartedly cut-throat gesture. "And you're going first." He pointed to Nash.

Translations:

les yeux rouges = red eyes

qui diable appelle-t-il frenchie? = who the hell is he calling frenchie?

Moi = Me

Ich weiss nicht = I don't know

Scheiße = shit

Dummkopf = Idiot/blockhead

Te amo mucho = I love you a lot

Te extraño = I miss you

Lo siento = I'm sorry

Yo también = Me too

No llores = Don't cry

Wer = Who

//thanks @smutfornerds for the name of the fic! if it wasn’t for her it’d be name something terrible\\

#the flash cw #the flash #Eobard Thawne #nash wells #harry wells #harrison wells #sherloque wells #wolfgang wells #lothario wells #cw the flash #the flash fanfiction #the flash season 6 #cisco ramon #tom cavanagh #carlos valdes #fanfic #fanfiction #mine*

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Abiding Darkness (VIII)

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Pairing: Oh Sehun x OC

 Warning: violence

 Word count: 4, 870

 Summary:   Belikov Bora is living in Seoul at her grandparents as she had gotten her long awaited scholarship. She’s not new to this world but she’s also not really interested in the famous people of it…so maybe that’s why she gets the shock of her life when a zombie apocalypse begins and she’s stuck with Oh Sehun.

 A/N: I don’t mean to be like this, but seeing the lack of feedback it discourages me and it just makes me wonder if I should really write this...since no one seems to really appreciate it. This being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

    Dreams seemed like a good option. Nightmares were the worst. My mind was clouded with different images and I couldn’t make out which were actual memories and which were the real nightmares. The faces of my grandparents kept changing into their normal ones and into the ones I just saw yesterday. It didn’t help that I felt like I was suffocating all night, too warm but once I threw the blanket off myself, it was too cold. Nothing was good, my head was acting up and it drove me crazy. After crying yesterday night, I thought I’d be better, but my heart still felt heavy and my eyes were puffy too.

I was woken up half an hour ago by Sehun, who noticed me sleeping uncomfortably and decided to ease my suffering. Jian was still asleep, up in my room, curled underneath my blanket. It was quiet in the kitchen as I prepared some breakfast. It still felt weird, we could be friends who do this every day, such a normal thing. But once you look outside and see how dead everything looks, you realize reality is much crueler.

I was cutting some tomato when Sehun cleared his throat, sitting at the table. He’d been watching me closely ever since I took the knife into my hands and it made me really uncomfortable. Was he thinking I’d do something to myself? I’m not that unstable.

“Can you stop staring?” I decided to speak up, irritation lacing my voice.

“I’m just thinking, not starring” Came his answer and I scoffed, glancing back at him.

“Look at the wall then, not me” I muttered and heard the rustling of clothes before I felt the warmness coming from Sehun’s body.

“No, seriously” His voice was quiet as he towered over me, knuckles turning white as I gripped the knife too hard. His closeness always affected me in a weird way I could not explain.

“Your grandparents seemed perfectly okay, I mean--the house is in a good condition. That means no one broke in. Jian and her mother were outside when the earthquake happened, her mother turned but she didn’t--”

“Are you saying…” My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at Sehun, putting two and two together. That means, all this didn’t start from a disease, it was from the gas that leaked out from the earth, which means… “Are you saying we are immune?”

“Is there any other explanation?” Sehun raised his eyebrows, looking me in the eyes.

“Is it even possible?” I muttered with a sigh, turning back to finish cutting the tomatoes.

“Do you have any better explanation?”

“No” I muttered and Sehun hummed as he moved to take three plates from the cupboard. He quietly arranged the table while I cut some more cucumbers.

There was thudding coming from upstairs and both Sehun and I paused what we were doing, slightly alarmed. But soon I realized it was just Jian, who probably woke up. We would have woken her up soon, we are leaving after breakfast.

“Good morning” Jian’s groggy voice brought a smile to my face as she stood in the doorway, hair sticking in every way. This made me glance at Sehun subconsciously, realizing how perfect his hair looked. Is he some sort of God since he always looks good?

“Good morning” I echoed as Jian trudged inside, taking a seat at the table “We have scrambled eggs for breakfast”

“Oh, that’s yummy” Jian didn’t sound very excited and my eyebrows furrowed slightly. Maybe she’s just a little grumpy since she just woke up?

“You could sound at least a little more grateful, brat. We aren’t obliged to feed you or even take care of--”

“Oh Sehun” I sternly interrupted the man, throwing him a glare, “You can’t speak like that to a child”

“She’s getting on my nerves” Sehun reciprocated my glare “It’s not that I have to take care of her, I could have left her in that house for all I care, I don’t care about her--”

“Nor about me” It hurt to say those words, honestly, it really did. I know we don’t know each other and are basically forced to survive together, but I did start to care about Sehun. Hearing him say he really doesn’t care about Jian or me...it’s not the best feeling in the world.

“I hate people like you” Jian whispered, looking down at her plate.

“Look what you’ve done” I hissed at Sehun, sitting beside Jian, “Don’t listen to him, okay? I care about you, you are my friend”

“You don’t know me” Jian muttered and I patted her hair, leaning closer to her.

“I know you well enough to know that you are an amazing girl, smart and beautiful” Jian glanced up at me through her lashes and I smiled at her friendly.

“Can you not...argue when I’m around?” She looked at Sehun this time, her eyebrows drawn in a frown. Sehun raised an eyebrow and I had the urge to throw my knife at him.

“Mommy and daddy argued a lot in the past months, it really made me sad. You remind me of them a lot”

“This is just friendly banter, don’t worry, it’s nothing serious” I reassured Jian and she offered me a small smile.

“I assume your parents didn’t get along anymore?” I gasped, head snapping in Sehun’s direction. How can he ask something like that from a kid?

“Sehun” I glared at him hard, getting more and more annoyed, “You can’t say things like that. She’s a kid. She’s not supposed to know things like that. How can you be such a hypocrite and not consider whatever you say first?”

“She’s a kid but not stupid” Sehun deadpanned and raised from the table, taking his plate and storming off. I closed my eyes and heaved a long sigh, feeling a headache form. Why is this happening? And today out of all days...God this is so hard.

“I’m sorry” Jian muttered, the sound of fork hitting plate echoing in the kitchen. I looked at Jian as she ate, forcing down my own food as my appetite was gone.

“It’s not your fault” I muttered, eyeing with regret the tomatoes I cut but couldn’t eat anymore. If I force down too much food, I will only end up throwing up later.

Breakfast was tense and the fact that Sehun was ignoring both me and Jian didn’t help. I don’t understand why he’s the one getting mad when Jian should be the one. She might be a kid, but these are sensitive topics to discuss with a kid her age. Cleaning the kitchen, Jian and I went upstairs to change and get ready to leave. When I undid the braid made by Jian, my hair fell in soft waves and Jian stared at my hair in awe, giggling as she played with the waves as I sat on the floor and packed my own clothes.

“Why is your hair red?” She wondered loudly and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“My father has red hair” I answered her.

“Oh, mommy had black hair, I got her hair color” Jian helped me push my pajamas inside my backpack, a lot bigger than the one Sehun gave me.

“You are really pretty, I saw you and your mom that day, you both looked beautiful” I complimented her and Jian giggled while making the bed.

“I know, people always said that, daddy was jealous” I giggled as I checked my phone to see that soon it would stop working. There was no reason to charge it since you couldn’t use it. However, Jian’s phone was fully charged as she played games when she got too bored.

“Do we have to see that rude man right now?” Jian asked with a pout and I chuckled, helping her zip her backpack closed.

“Yes, Jian and try to be a little nicer with him” I took our backpacks and we both exited my room, going downstairs.

“He’s not nice to me” She mumbled and I rolled my eyes. If they knew how similar they were…Descending the stairs, we came face to face with Sehun who was glaring at us.

“Took you long enough” He grumbled and I rolled my eyes, taking Jian’s jacket off the hanger.

“You are such a pissy boy” Jian stuck her tongue out at Sehun who looked offended and I couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh. Serves him right for being rude for no reason. He really needs to work on that attitude of his.

“I am not, it’s not funny” He looked at me and I just shrugged, helping the jacket on Jian.

“Go and take on your shoes” I pushed Jian forward as she nodded and went to get her shoes. I sighed, looking at my coats hanged up on the hanger. I can’t take a long one, it will get me in trouble if we meet an Affected one. Unfortunately, I had to settle for my black leather jacket that wasn’t too warm for this weather. I’ll have to dress thicker underneath then.

“Bora” I ignored Sehun as I slipped my boots on, searching for my green scarf. Zombie apocalypse or not, no one can stop me from wearing my favorite clothes. There was a sigh behind me before I was abruptly turned around, eyes widening.

“I’m speaking to you” Sehun muttered calmly, a contrast to his blazing eyes.

“And I’m not speaking to you” I tried shrugging his grip off.

“This morning--”

“You are a hypocrite for speaking to a kid like that. I understand if you have a problem with me, but say it to me, when Jian isn’t around. If you have frustrations, say them to me when we are alone and stop leashing out to a defenseless kid, who, maybe, lost both parents. Do you understand what it means for her to travel with two strangers? To trust us after a day of being with us? How do you think she feels, Sehun? How do you think I feel? I try to take care of all of us, protect you and I know you don’t give a flying fuck about me or Jian, but please, try and not be so obvious about it” I snapped, feeling like a weight was lifted off of my chest. I’ve been feeling burdened ever since I broke down and had Sehun console me. He seemed sincere, but his words, while we were having breakfast, angered me more than anything. He has no rights to act like he’s better in times like this, we are equal, the Affected ones don’t care if they kill a commoner or an idol.

“I don’t dislike you” His tone was harsh, matching the look in his eyes, “I’m just scared. I have no idea what to do. I can’t even kill a thing like that while you already killed three. I feel like I’m to no use and it will get us killed if I don’t man up. I’m just as scared as you are, if not more. I can’t control my temper and even though I’m a calm person, I just can’t help but be on the edge all the time”

“Then man up, Sehun” I looked him in the eyes, to see them trembling, “If you don’t want us dead, man up”

He didn’t say anything, only stared at me. Jian’s footsteps echoed in the quiet house as she walked back to us, eyeing us curiously.

“Are you ready?” I looked at her, wanting to step back but Sehun pulled me closer to him.

“What are you doing?” I muttered alarmed, heart suddenly picking up at the close proximity. Sehun just shrugged, hands wrapping around the material of my scarf.

“You are so clumsy” He chuckled, trying to stop his smile that threatened to take over his lips, “And you put on your scarf like shit”

“Don’t curse in front of a kid” I punched his shoulder lightly and a lopsided grin appeared on his appealing lips. Why am I looking at his lips again? Snap out of it Bora! Once Sehun’s hands stopped working on my scarf, I realized I was caught red-handed staring as a curious look appeared in his eyes. Way to go Bora.

“Jian” I cleared my throat as I stepped back, taking her backpack. “Here”

“Thank you” She giggled as she watched me and I shamefully blushed. Even she saw me staring at Sehun’s lips, why am I so clumsy?

“Bora, I saw a car by the house” Sehun spoke up as he handed me my backpack.

“It’s my grandfather’s”

“Can we take it? It would get us faster into the city and maybe it’s safer going through the forest” I nodded at Sehun’s words. I don’t want to walk through the forest again, it’s quite scary. I quickly got the keys and handed them to Sehun.

“You can drive, you know the city better than I do” I muttered as we opened the front door and Sehun was the first one out, making sure we were alone. After everyone was out of the house, I couldn’t help but lock it. This is a house that my grandmother cherished dearly and I wasn’t going to just leave it like that. When all this is over, I promise to come back grandma, grandpa.

The car was a gray Daewoo Lanos, quite an old one. My grandfather always complained about wanting to buy a newer model, one that didn’t break down whenever it wanted to. Thinking about that, I bit my lower lip nervously.

“Sehun” I called out before he could unlock the door, “I’m not sure how good the car is...grandpa always complained about it breaking down”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t look that bad” He offered me a reassuring smile but I felt uneasiness spread in me. Something felt wrong, something just wasn’t right. This car wasn’t safe, it would be the same as going by feet. But I decided to trust Sehun and a car would really help us travel faster.

I helped Jian into the backseat, doing the belt for her and placed our backpacks by her feet. Sehun got into the driver's seat and I followed suit, sitting in the passenger seat. Once our seatbelts were on, Sehun started the car but it didn’t start from the first, he had to try three times. I glanced at him, biting my lower lip as the uneasiness got worse. Maybe going by car wasn’t a very wise idea, not with a car that is on the verge of breaking down at least.

“Don’t worry” Sehun placed a hand on my knee and patted it reassuringly as he started driving down the empty road, but I couldn’t help and play with my fingers out of nervousness. I just wish to get past the forest, nothing else.

But what you are afraid of you can’t escape. And the car decided to break down in the middle of the forest. We were so close to getting out, but it stopped. My anxiety got worse as I looked around nervously, my lower lip hurting from biting it so hard.

“Bora��� Sehun’s voice made me snap my head in his direction.

“Yeah?”

“You are bruising your lip” I quickly released my lip as I stared at Sehun’s face. He looked serious, even calm. How could he control his face so well?

“I will go and check what’s the problem, okay?” He undid his belt and before he could open the door I caught his arm, heart beating quickly. I glanced back at Jian, who was playing on her phone, oblivious to the two of us.

“I have a bad feeling, please don’t go out” I muttered, looking directly into his eyes.

“I need to check so that we can continue going on” Sehun’s hand wrapped around mine as he tenderly peeled my hand off his arm.

“I’m taking the gun with me, is that reassuring enough?” He squeezed my hand and I let out a shaky breath.

“No, but fine” I muttered and Sehun threw me an amused smile as he finally got out. My eyes followed him as he went to the front of the car and opened the capote. My legs were bouncing up and down as my eyes scanned our surroundings, making sure there were no Affected ones.

“Why did we stop?” Jian asked curiously, hand lowered in her lap.

“Nothing to worry about, Sehun will check the engine and we can continue going on” I tried to offer a calm and friendly smile as I turned around, looking at Jian. She returned a more childish smile and I couldn’t help but dart my eyes around. This felt wrong, very wrong. Something was about to happen.

“Jian, you should hide” I undid my belt and turned around in my seat, hands going to undo her belt too.

“Why?” She asked confused, placing her phone into the pocket of her red jacket.

“Just trust me, okay?” I offered her a small smile as Jian looked at me confused.

“Where can I hide in a car?”

“Get down from the seat and curl up in a ball, if you hear anything weird, don’t look up and most importantly, don’t come out. You can play on your phone too as long as it keeps you distracted, okay?” I urged her, watching her get down from the backseat confused.

“You are scaring me” Jian said with a frown. I patted her head once she was sitting on the floor of the car and dropped a blanket over her, my grandfather always kept one in his car as I tended to fall asleep after a long day at the university.

“Lock the door once I knock on the window twice, okay?” Jian peeked out from the blanket, up at me.

“Take care, Bora...and Mr. Oh too” She whispered and I smiled at her.

“Nothing is going to happen, I’m just making sure” Jian nodded and I finally exited the car. Sehun’s head shot up from the capote and he frowned at me.

“What are you doing?” He asked quietly and I waved him off.

“Don’t mind me, just hurry up, okay?” Sehun hummed as I walked to the back of the car and opened the truck. There was always a baseball bat inside since my grandfather would often go and play with his retired friends baseball. Upon taking it out, I closed the truck and went to knock on Jian’s window. She locked the doors with wide eyes and I ushered her back down with my hand.

I stayed put as I surveyed the area with my eyes. The forest wasn’t thick here, you could see between the trees. It was quiet, I got used to it by now, but this quiet was scary. It felt different, almost deadly. Just as I was about to turn and walk towards Sehun, my eyes widened as my heart rate picked up. I wish it was one, but there were three Affected ones running towards us, coming out of the forest.

“Sehun” I called, voice higher than ever.

“Bora, what--” When he turned around, the capote was slammed down and the gun instantly in his hand.

“Get back inside” Sehun was quickly by my side, gripping my arm tightly.

“I’m not leaving you alone” I hissed at him as my hands tightened around the baseball bat. I did this already, it should be a piece of cake. They aren’t humans, they are mere monsters. It’s either us or them. If I killed my grandparents without hesitation, I must kill them without a blink. My hands started trembling as two more Affected ones joined the other three, being five in total. I drew in a sharp breath.

“Protect Jian and yourself at all costs, okay?” I gripped his arm as Sehun raised the other, pointing the gun in their direction.

“I’m not going to leave you like that, Bora” Sehun hissed, pulling the trigger, surprisingly hitting and Affected one.

“I’m a man, and I will protect both of you” I never saw so much determination in Sehun’s eyes as he gazed into mine. I opened my mouth to say something but the words died in my mouth when he placed a kiss on my forehead and took off, distancing himself from the car. He started firing again, but he didn’t kill any this time. Swallowing my saliva, I gripped the baseball bat in my hands hard and took off running, towards the snarling creatures.

There’s no running away, it’s them or us.

Two were headed towards me, both looking like females. Their eyes were black and mouths wide opened as dried blood lingered around their teeth and chin. I cringed and almost gagged at the stench when one got close enough for me to swing my bat at it. It connected hard with the side of the female as I swung with all the force I had in myself. The creature stumbled to the side, almost falling over. But the other one was closer than before and I swung my bat at it too, aiming for its head. There was a loud cracking sound as the creature fell to the ground while the other got up. There was a gunshot from our left and I really hoped Sehun was managing it on his own. The first creature I hit was snarling loudly as it eyed its companion before her eyes snapped at me and her mouth opened wide just like it wanted to bite me. I was breathing through my mouth loudly as I swung my bat at it again, but this time the creature jumped away. They are smart too? Aren’t they just brainless things that attack people? The creature was watching me almost mockingly as I huffed frustrated. It was slowly drawing me away from the car as it kept stepping back and as much as a bad idea it seemed like, I needed to kill it. Not wanting to play her game anymore, I ran towards it and swung my bat as its shoulders, probably dislocating it as it turned into a weird direction. I swung my bat at her legs once again, making it fall to the ground. It’s either them or us. Looking into its eyes, the creature snarled at me loudly and as she was about to stand up, I swung my bat down hard on it, hitting the back of her neck. It collapsed on the ground, the white bat becoming bloody as the snarls stopped. My chest was rising and falling violently and when I turned around my heart seemed like it stopped working. The creature I hit in the head was repeatedly hitting the car window while Sehun was tackled on the ground by an Affected one, another dead one laying with a bullet in its head beside them.

What am I supposed to do? I need to save both of them. I can’t let the creature get to Jian but no way on earth can I let the creature touch Sehun.

With a frustrated cry, I ran towards Sehun and the creature, swinging my bat hard to hit its head, sending the creature off Sehun.

“Take this” I threw the bat at Sehun, who looked at me wide-eyed.

“You need this, I can--”

“Just take it!” I exclaimed, eyeing the creature that was wobbly getting back on its feet, “Kill it”

My voice sounded gravelly and Sehun was up in a second, but I have already turned around, running towards the creature that was trying to smash the car window.

“Get the fuck away!” I growled, running full force into it, sending it to ground.

“You won’t touch her” I hissed, raising my foot to smash it down on its stomach. The creature snarled loudly, almost like it cried out in pain. It’s us, not them, they are going to die.

I kicked as hard as I could in the side of the creature, making it turn around, trying to shield itself. I raised my leg to kick its back again but I felt a cold and sticky hand on my left leg, dragging me down. I gasped as I fell, hitting my head in the ground. I groaned, laying beside the creature on the cold ground. The creature snarled as its head snapped in my direction and I tried to scramble away but it was still holding my shin, squeezing it hard. The creature got onto its knees as I started kicking with my legs, hoping I would hit it. But it got onto me without me being able to stop it, the stench from its mouth making me gag as it opened widely. The creature was lowering itself, wanting to bite me. I can’t let that happen no matter what. I placed my forearms against its chest and kept pushing it back with all the force I had in me but this Affected looked buffer than the other ones. This was a once well-built man and I didn’t have much to do against him. It was pressing down hard on my leg, the pain becoming worse and worse. A yelp left my lips as I tried pushing away the creature. All of a sudden, it abandoned trying to bite me and for a second I thought it was going to leave me alone as my legs kept kicking, trying to get him off me. But then an excruciating pain came from my left shin, a pain like I never felt before. A loud cry left my lips as my brows scrunched up. I felt the bone crack, I even heard it. I couldn’t stop whimpering as I tried fighting the creature off me. I can’t give up, I can’t leave Sehun and Jian alone.

Suddenly, there was another bone cracking sound, but it didn’t come from me, before the creature could fall on me, it was pushed to the side as it lay unmoving. Sehun came in my view of line and I couldn’t choke back the sob that escaped, the pain in my leg too powerful.

“Bora” He was breathless as the bat fell on the ground and Sehun dropped down beside me, his hands gripping my cheek. I couldn’t stop my tears from falling, the fear and pain mixing.

“What happened? Bora, talk to me” Sehun shook me frantically and I bit my lip, trying to calm myself.

“My-my shin--I can’t--the creature broke my--shin” My hands were trembling as Sehun’s eyebrows pulled into a frown and he looked at the dead creature beside us in rage.

“That fucking bastard!” He growled, pulling me up into a sitting position, “I’m going to destroy it”

“You already killed it” I gripped Sehun’s arm when he was about to get up.

“I don’t care” Sehun was fuming as he reached for the bat.

“Please, Sehun--” I yelped when Sehun let out a frustrated cry, slamming the bat against the ground.

“Please, let’s go” I whispered, my trembling fingers grazing his arm “There could be more, we can’t stay here”

Sehun was breathing hard as he hooked an arm underneath my knees and shoulders, lifting me up in his arms. I gripped his jacket hard as he handed me the bat and started walking back to the car.

“Stupid” Sehun hissed, looking down at me.

“I just broke my shin, I am in much pain and you still insult me?” I tried to chuckle, to look less miserable.

“You are so clumsy” Sehun looked into my eyes as he stopped beside the car, trying to open the door.

“It’s locked” I muttered and extended my arm to knock on the window twice. We watched as Jian slowly got out from underneath the blanket, eyes wide and frightened. She seemed close to crying as she unlocked the doors. Sehun opened the door and carefully placed me on the passenger seat, making me wince in pain as I moved my leg a little.

“Bora, are you okay?” Jian asked, voice shaky.

“We are both fine” I turned to offer her a small smile and she looked at me worried as Sehun got inside.

“Seatbelt, both of you” He demanded as he locked the doors and forced the engine at least twice.

“Just go!” He hollered, frustratedly hitting the wheel.

“Sehun” I warned, knowing how scared Jian already was. He looked at me and without warning took my hand, interlacing our fingers. I continued looking at him as I leaned over and turned the key, the engine roared to life. I nodded at him and in no time he speed down the road, taking us away from that damned forest.

“We are safe for now, Jian, please don’t be scared” I looked back at her as she nodded wordlessly, playing with her fingers.

“Mr. Oh...thank you for taking care of us” She muttered timidly, not looking at any of us. Sehun hummed as he continued driving, squeezing my hand. He was blaming himself for my injury. I am not blaming him though, I saved Jian. That’s all that matters.

 ~Next Part~

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[anchorsandadderall]

A Man Who Doesn’t Know

Written for Sterek Week

Day 5 Theme: Quotes and Lyrics

Also on AO3

Continuation of Another Day in the K-9 Unit

I'm a man without conviction I'm a man who doesn't know How to sale a contradiction? You come and go, you come and go

-Culture Club, “Karma Chameleon”

Stiles is actually being completely helpful and the best friend ever. It’s really not his fault that he has no idea what ‘man the front desk’ actually means. Scott neglected to mention that part. It probably had something to do with the giant stack of files on the desk, but Stiles figures he does less damage by playing Angry Birds than by trying to pick an arbitrary place to stick files.

Scott really should know better.

The front door swings open, as announced by the small cowbell attached to the handle.

“Welcome to the animal clinic,” Stiles says, without looking up from his phone. The bell clatters again. And again. Stiles sighs and looks up because is someone really letting their kid just ring the bell for shits and giggles? He’s just about to ask, in a really passive aggressive way, if he can trade a roll of smarties for some peace and quiet, but… oh shit.

Derek has Isaac by the scruff of his neck and he’s trying to pry the rope attached to the bell from the dog’s mouth. Isaac, though, seems to have taken particular offense to the bell, shaking his head and growling as he tries to pull it free from the door.

“Isaac.” Derek sounds like he’s growling right back at his dog. “No. Drop it.”

Stiles really debates crawling under the desk to hide until Derek goes away. He can’t handle this level of hotness on his Saturday. He’s not prepared! In the mornings at work, he can prepare himself. Steel himself for it, even. Put his metaphorical shoulder down and take the hit of brutal hotness when Derek comes in with Laura and opens doors for her and helps Carol at the front desk with refilling the jug on the water cooler. Scowly kind-heartedness in a body made for ogling just does things to Stiles, he can’t help it.

Derek finally wrestles the rope free and pulls Isaac into the office, not looking up until the door is safely shut, putting a pane of glass in between dog and bell. “Was it really the best idea to put a dangling object on the door to a vet’s o- you.” He blinks at Stiles, dropping the rant mid-sentence. “I thought you worked at the police station.”

“Uh… I do.”

“And you work here too?” Derek raises an eyebrow. “Is this a tuition thing or a ‘just love dogs’ thing?”

“Yes!” Stiles agrees, and he’s not completely shutting the door on the idea of crawling under the desk still. He’s not prepared for an actual conversation here. “I can fix the bell. You’re right. It’s a totally bad idea. I mean, if it’s that distracting for a dog, just imagine the poor people bringing their cats in, right? They probably think it’s a toy too.”

“Aren’t cats usually in those carriers?”

Oh god. Abort. Stop talking. Please stop talking. “Some people bring their cats in on leashes. It’s pretty normal.”

Derek looks at him for a few seconds and Stiles is pretty sure he’s trying to figure out if Stiles is trying to be a smart ass, and god, if he figures it out, he needs to share with the class because Stiles has no idea anymore. He just knows that he’s alone in a room with Derek Hale and he needs to fill every single second with inane sound or he’s going to fill it with something worse. Like a compliment on Derek’s shirt. Which is a white t-shirt that comes in packs of five in any big box store, and it’s even smudged a little in the middle with what looks like oil. It’s not a shirt you compliment. It’s a completely plain weekend shirt for doing dirty chores in. It just looks really nice on Derek. Most things do. Everything does. And nothing would probably look really damn good and holy hell, how did Stiles even get here??

“Dog Walker.” Derek knocks sharply on the counter in front of Stiles, making him startle backwards. He reaches out and catches his shoulder when it looks like Stiles might actually flail himself right off balance. “Careful. And stop spacing out.”

“Right. Sorry,” Stiles says, and resolutely does not lean into the warm hand on his shoulder. “So. Uh… are you here for an appointment?”

“Yeah. Isaac is getting his shots.”

“Right!” Stiles fumbles for the jar of dog treats (at least he knows where that is) on the desk and pulls one free. He sprawls across the desk, hanging down to Isaac’s level, holding up the biscuit. “Hey, buddy. Remember me, your old buddy Stiles?” Isaac gives him a once-over, then promptly takes the treat from him. Yep, just as engaged as ever. Good ol’ Isaac.

Stiles and Derek make small talk while Stiles pets Isaac. They talk about how Isaac is doing (fine), how does Derek like owning a dog (it’s fine), and the weather (also fine). It’s awkward, but not quite as awkward as admitting that Stiles has no idea what he’s supposed to do. He could yell back for Deaton, but there’s probably like… a file needed for this stuff. And Stiles has a nasty feeling Isaac is a new patient in need of a new file and that’s well outside of Stiles’ area of knowledge here.

Stiles is just about to resort to entertaining Derek with riddles when Scott saves the day by coming back. He drops into the spare rolling chair and gives one good kick, wheeling over until the back of his chair hits Stiles’. Stiles sits back down in his chair as Scott drops his head back and sighs heavily.

“Rough morning?”

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Scott groans. Stiles glances over his shoulder and notices that Scott is holding a lizard. Like… a really big one. It has some wicked-looking claws, but it’s just clinging to Scott’s shoulder and kind of chilling. There’s probably a story there, and Stiles really wants to ask, but Derek clears his throat and reminds Stiles that… right, place of business.

“So… did I get the date wrong or something?” he asks, looking between Stiles and Scott. He sounds agitated. Fair, considering Stiles has stalled him with random bullshit for a good ten minutes.

“No!” Stiles says immediately, and hopes that’s true. Scott didn’t actually get the chance to show him where the daily appointment schedules are or anything. “No, sorry. Uh… Scott, I think this is Isaac’s first visit?”

Scott immediately sits up, going back into professional mode. This involves handing the giant lizard off to Stiles when he gets up and immediately grabs a clipboard that has blank forms clipped onto it.

“Sorry about that! Okay, let’s get a file started for you dog.”

“Why do you have a lizard?” Laura asks when Stiles shows up for their Wednesday morning update with his binder on the trainee dogs, a banana, and Scott’s newest orphan clinging to his shirt.

“It’s a green iguana,” he says, dropping his binder and banana on the table before negotiating the iguana’s tail so he can sit down.

“I can see that it’s green.”

“No, I mean that’s the species. Not super imaginatively named, right? Plus they come in all colors. Some of them have some red or gold or-”

“Still doesn’t explain why you have it.” Laura scoot her chair a few inches away from Stiles, eyeing the lizard.

“Long story. Short version is that some idiot probably bought this guy as a baby when he was small and cute and they never picked up a book to figure out that he was gonna get big and have claws and need a lot of space, so they very responsibly just ditched it in the wild to-”

“This isn’t a short version,” Laura interrupts.

“Right.” Stiles sighs heavily. “Scott wrangled this guy out of Allison’s yard. He was trying to take over the bird feeder.”

Laura waits a few seconds before making the ‘keep going’ motion. “Okay, but why do you have him?”

“Oh. Scott has to work, and Amazon isn’t delivering lizard cage stuff until sometime before 8 pm. I’m babysitting. Lizard-sitting. I’m gonna call him Jackson.”

“After the lawyer’s kid?” Laura asks, still confused, but resigned to be so. It’s probably not the weirdest thing Stiles has ever done.

“Appropriate, right?” Stiles beams. Laura gets him. And she only asks as many questions as she really, really has to. That’s why Laura is awesome.

It’s a brief meeting because the new trainee dogs are doing well, aside from one of them new puppies being a little more aggressive than they prefer. It’s okay, though. They’re still little enough for Stiles to try and train that out of him.

“Let me know how that one is doing next week,” Laura says, shutting the binder and pushing it back over to Stiles. “So, did my brother call you last night?”

Stiles stops dead in the middle of trying to peel his banana around a heavy armful of iguana. “No. Why? Did he say he was going to?”

“No. He was just in a pissy mood. More so than usual.”

“And that makes you think he talked to me?” Stiles rolls his eyes. “Thanks.”

“Fine, that sounded bad,” Laura concedes. “It was just weird. Normally I can figure out what his issue is. Has he called you at all?”

Stiles shoves a bite of his banana in his mouth to buy himself a few seconds to frame this in the least awful way he can. “Once,” he mutters around his chewing. “I uh… made it weird.”

Laura raises her eyebrows. “When did he call you? What happened?”

“He called me to ask what Isaac’s last name was because he was making him a tag at one of those laser kiosks.” Which was kind of the most adorable thing ever. “I got nervous and panicked and ended up offering to come help him make the tag. I don’t remember if I even answered his question or just jumped right to implying that he can’t type basic information into a machine feeding him prompts.”

Laura nods, keeping her face absolutely neutral. Cop neutral. “Oh.”

“You want to laugh right now.”

“No, I don’t,” she says immediately.

“Liar.” Stiles pulls the peel down further on his banana. Jackson stretches his neck out and helps himself to a massive bite from the fruit. Stiles makes a face, watching him chew it, feeling bits of banana hitting his shoulder and back when they fall out of his mouth.

“Gross.” Laura makes a face. “Stiles!”

Stiles blinks, about to take a bite from the pitiful amount the greedy lizard left him. “What?”

“Don’t be disgusting. The lizard was chewing on that, just let him finish it.”

Stiles gives Jackson the side-eye and sighs, holding the remnants out to him. “Fine. I guess you get the rest of my snack. Asshole.”

Stiles is sitting at his desk in the kennel, tapping his pen idly on the desk as he looks at Theo’s file. What’s the best way to really word this…

“I mean, I don’t think ‘bullying’ is the right word,” he mutters. “That’s got a really negative connotation, y’know? I don’t want to put that kind of a black mark on his record. I think he’s just playing. It’s not like he actually hurt Liam, right?”

Jackson hisses from his perch on Stiles’ shoulder. One of the heavy tactical jackets protects Stiles from those curved claws (he thought about trying to trim them but, in a rare moment of clarity, decided not to assume that reptilian nail care in any way resembles canine nail care) and has made Jackson into a decent companion for the afternoon. He’s a good listener. “Yeah, you're right. Maybe we should hold off on documenting anything for now.”

Stiles is deep in discussion with Jackson on maybe using one of the calmer, adult dogs to try to adjust Theo’s temperament when the door opens. Stiles looks up, expecting Laura or maybe one of the officers partnering with a trainee dog. It’s not. It’s Derek.

Derek just looks at him for a few seconds, looking as startled as Stiles feels.

“Are you talking to that lizard?”

“Yes,” Stiles says, because he can’t come up with a single better answer at the moment.

Derek takes another second to process that. “I’m actually not surprised by that answer,” he says finally. “Isn’t it… did Scott give it to you? The guy at the vet’s office?”

“Yeah. He shows his affection by showering me with stray animals,” Stiles snorts.

“Is that what you do, too?”

Stiles blinks at him. “What?”

Derek just looks at him, then shakes his head. “Never mind.” When he steps into the room, Stiles hears the jingle of dog tags and realizes Derek is holding a leash. He looks over the edge of the desk to see Isaac sniffing the air for all the familiar scents.

“Isaac!” Stiles leans over the desk to reach down and pet him. This one is really too tall for that to be a good idea, and Jackson hisses his displeasure when Stiles spills over the desk far enough that his feet leave the ground. Stiles feels Jackson crawling further down his back to keep from being dumped off. Well, that’s going to be tricky to fix. But for now, he can get in a thorough petting, smoothing out the kinks in Isaac’s curly fur and watching them spring back into place.

“You just saw him yesterday,” Derek reminds him.

“Sorry. I get excited when I see him. He looks so much better.”

“He looks… exactly the same since I adopted him,” Derek says. He crouches down beside the puppy (and into Stiles’ line of sight, dammit) and examines him. “I mean, his fur grew a little, but he’s pretty much the same, right?”

“He just seems happier. He didn’t really like the cages or the regimented days he had here.”

“Oh. Good, I guess.” Derek rubs behind his ear. “He’s settling in pretty well.”

Stiles feels their fingers brush as they both focus on petting Isaac. Oh god. Say something. Say something about Isaac, that’s a safe subject. But also stop petting him before that happens again.

“Hey, he got his tags!” Yes, good idea. Talk about the dog tags. And maybe that super awkward phone call too. But Stiles has already started, he can’t stop now. He catches the new silver disk hanging from Isaac’s collar and flips it around to see the engraving.

Isaac Stilinski-Hale

Stiles has to read it again to make sure he saw that correctly. He did. Not that he knows what to do with that information.

“Uh…”

“I… he was yours first,” Derek says, hastily pushing Stiles’ hand away from the tag. “I tried to ask you over the phone, but you didn’t really answer me, so I just… hyphenated it to be safe.

A slight whine escapes Stiles as he falls in love a little.

“That’s cool,” he manages, his voice barely catching at all. “He can have it hyphenated. I… you even gave me top billing. That was nice of you.”

“I guess.” Derek tilts his head. “You’re turning kinda red.”

“Blood is rushing to my head,” Stiles says immediately. Which is totally true, even if it’s probably really not the issue. “Um… can you grab Jackson so I don’t dump him off when I stand back up?”

“Jackson… the lizard perched on your butt?”

Of course he is. Because Stiles has the worst luck ever. “Green iguana. Yeah, him.”

“So was yesterday… your birthday or something?”

Stiles blinks, mercifully distracted from the tugging sensation on the seat of his jeans and the knowledge that Derek is having to untangle an iguana from his pants. “My birthday? No, why?”

“Oh.” Another tug. Something that Stiles swears are Derek’s fingers, gingerly working at curved lizard claws. “Anniversary?”

Stiles shifts and twists, trying to find a way to crane his neck and look back at Derek. “Anniversary of what?”

“I thought maybe Scott gave you a pet for your… anniversary or… I don’t know. Because he missed you or something. Seems a little big for a dorm room but-”

“Scott isn’t my boyfriend,” Stiles says in a rush. His brain goes right into ‘salvage’ mode. Oh god, Derek thinks Scott is his boyfriend. “He’s my best friend. But definitely not my boyfriend. His girlfriend called him about Jackson being in her yard, scaring the birds away from the birdbath and stuff. The iguana, not the lawyer’s son. So, Scott went to help her because he’s an awesome boyfriend and really loves Allison. Allison is his girlfriend. They met while we were all in high school and Allison had just moved to town and-”

“Stiles.” Derek crouches back down into Stiles’ view, Jackson tucked around one arm neatly. “You’re not dating Scott. Got it. Now stand up before you pass out.”

Stiles wiggles his head a little in what he hopes is a nod, but it’s actually hard to tell after being upside-down this long. When he drops back to his feet, the world spins a little as the blood rushes away from his head. “I’m not dating Scott. Or anyone. In case you were wondering. You probably weren’t, but now you know anyway. Um… are you dating anyone?”

“Your nose is bleeding.”

Stiles blinks at him. “Is that a stalling tactic?”

“No.” Derek grabs the back of his head and makes him lean forward. “Sit down, your nose is actually bleeding.”

Crimson splatters appear on the linoleum floor as Stiles gropes behind him for his chair to sit down. “I feel like this isn’t enough of a medical emergency to avoid this conversation we started,” he says, trying to keep his words from turning clumsy as the copper tang hits the back of his throat. He finally got up the nerve to say something, and damn it, a little bleeding from the head will not deter him now.

“Stay leaned forward. I’ll go get you some ice.” Derek shoves Jackson back into Stiles’ arms and Stiles groans as he hears the kennel door swing open.

“We should get coffee and talk about whether you’re dating anyone!” Stiles calls.

“Coffee is good,” Derek calls back. “Now sit still, I’ll be right back!”

The door swings shut, and Stiles is left alone. He’s got a nosebleed, an iguana clinging to one arm, and a sort or proto-date for coffee and dating discussions. It’s a… it’s a weird sort of victory. Definitely a victory, though.

#sterekweek2017 #stereklyrics3 #K-9 Unit Trainer!Stiles must once again navigate the waters of romance #they're rough #and choppy #and the more violent waves have thrown some unwanted guests on board

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ Love Spell

hi! can you do one where the reader is peter's wife and rumple's mom and she loved rumple but peter forced her to leave rumple and she's been under like a love spell ever since and when rumple arrives on neverland he sees her and she doesn't remember him and that hurt him so he lifts the spell and she remembers him and then she's super mad at peter so when she goes to say goodbye because she's leaving he asks for one kiss and it turns out that was one of the ways for him to stay on neverland? 😊

Hi hello! So I was a little confused by this but I will try to do my best to re incorporate it 

Warnings: Cursing, obsessive Pan, dark Pan

Peter, he was the sweetest husband ever, or so you thought.

It all started when you became pregnant with his child, he became more distant, and less comforting,which was odd, but you let it go,you figured that he was just going through things since this would be his first child.

Even though you let Peter have his alone time you were getting kinda annoyed with it, who was going to help you when the baby came out? Was he even going to be there? Or would he just leave like he always does? The thoughts where killing you inside.

“Baby...” you said as you lay in bed , watching Peter as he got ready to leave somewhere.

He rolled his eyes , “What Y/n?” he asked

“Where are you off to now? It’s late, you should go to bed, we could talk and do stuff,like the old  times,do you remember when we used to play with the stars?”

“Yeah.” he said bluntly

That’s it, you got up, waddling your way to him as he tries to make it out the door but you step in front of him.

“Move.” he said , you didn’t. “Now Y/n!” he yells at you but you still refuse to move.

“Ugh” he walks from the door and starts to open the window, oh no.

You grab him and hold on screaming his name and begging him not to go , and asking why he doesn’t love you anymore, he couldn’t even look you in your eyes, he just pushed you off of him, and left.

You cried for hours, you thought Peter was a good boy, he wasn’t.

For if you had knew the old Peter, you would have never had this child.

Peter only wanted you to himself, even if the lost boys looked at you for too long all hell would break loose.Peter was the most selfish thing on Neverland, it was his way or the high way.

“She’s going to forget all about me Felix.” Peter said to 

“That’s not true Pan, she loves you.” Felix tried to calm down Peter

“Yeah right, that’s all she ever talks about! That damn baby, I mean what does it have that I don’t? I give her damn near everything.” Peter says as he walks back and fourth

“Do you understand how ridiculous you sound right now?”Felix asked

“I left Neverland so That I wouldn’t have o become a parent, look where the women I love has brought me.” Peter said very serious.

“We make sacrifices Pan..” Felix said softly

“I don’t make them, but I sure as hell will give them.” he walks away

The next day you get up, get ready and go outside, the lost boys are already outside eating oatmeal so you sit by the youngest ones and join them.

Peter walks with the oldest boys, looking at you in disgust but still walks towards you, you put your hair back behind your ear, you do that when you’re nervous.

“We need to talk.” he says

You get up and walk into the woods with him, putting your hands behind your back, wondering what he could possibly say to change what he did to you last night.

“I’m sorry.” he said 

Your eyes open wide “What ?” you said. Peter NEVER said sorry, it as un heard of.

“I’m sorry love, I should think about your feelings, your pregnant feelings.” he said , you giggled at that 

“I , I love you okay?” he came in with a hug and kissed your forehead

“I love you too Peter.” you smiled and kissed his lips, he wrapped his hands around your waist, kissing your neck.

“Just always love me okay?” he said

“I promise.” you said

But Peter’s fear was about to come true, a couple of weeks later your baby was born,his name was Rumple, and he was the best thing that had ever happen to you.

As soon as Rumple was born Peter’s attitude had changed once more, you could see the anger,he hurt, the sadness, the pain,they were in his eyes.

“Peter , come hold him.” you said

“No thanks.” he said

“But Peter-” you said as you were interrupted

“I SAID NO THANKS.” as lightening hit the sky and the thunder started to roar, Rumple started to cry. 

All the lost boys stood quiet as Peter left the room, some tried to comfort you, but your heart was already broken, you thought he changed, but he didn’t.

The next couple of months were pure hell, you had to take care of Rumple basically all by yourself, sometimes the lost boys would help, but that would only happen if they were super bored, or if Pan told them too because he didn’t want to do it.

You would only see him at breakfast ,lunch, and dinner, other wise he would be gone, he couldn’t stand you or rumple, and it was truly sickening. 

One day you even tried making his favorite for dinner.

“Peter!” you stopped him by touching his arms, you forgot how they felt almost, they were so strong and muscular.

“What?” he said blankly

“I-I made your favorite.” you smiled 

“Oh.” he cocked a brow, “We can get it together?” he smiled a little

“Yeah with Rumple-.”

“No thanks.” he cut you off

“Peter wait!” you said 

“Why do you spoil everything?” he snaps at you. “We have fun don’t we? I taught you to fight and to fly , what more could there be?” he says in almost tears

“Oh Peter, there is so much more.” your eyes fill with tears

“What?! What else is there?” he shakes his head

“Take Rumple for an example, he makes me feel a love that I could never ever feel with anyone else Peter, he makes me want to become a better person, he makes me, me want want to grow up!” you say

“Well I will NOT grow up, and you can not make me, you or Rumple. I should just banish you and him since you love him so much!” he says

“We will not be banish!” you shout at him

“Then go home. Go home and grow up.” he said as he fly’s into the air

You fall to your knees and cry, he looks back at you, with tears in his eyes.

And so, it wasn’t one heart broken that night, it was two. And that night was far from over.

Peter goes into his secret cabin, the one that you didn’t even know about, he decided that if he couldn’t have you, nobody could.

“I need to make a spell, but what kind?” he says to himself.

“Should I kill Rumple? No she will kill me.” he says walking back and forth 

“I got it,a love spell.” he smiles wickedly

He makes a potion where you will love him and him only, you have no love for anything, or anyone anymore.

He makes it and fly’s into your cabin, he see’s Rumple and you sleeping together, he rolls his eyes, and smiles, “Not long til she’s mine buddy.” he whispers and smirks.

He puts the potion next to the cup of water that you drink every night and morning,it was like a routine.

The next day you wake up and start to drink your water, you noticed it taste a little odd, but you ignored it.

You then get ready and get Rumple ready as well, you walk outside and ask the lot boys to take care of them, they said yes because you were technically the queen of Neverland.

You started to look for Peter, feeling Pretty needy, but you ignored it , you probably just missed him, he was your husband after all.

You see your husband walking and practically fall into his arms

“Well hello there love.” he said

“Hi baby, I missed you.” you said kissing his cheek.

“I missed you.” he said smiling, it worked, it really worked he thought.

It was like the old days,you guys spent the whole day together,walking in the woods, playing in the lake, star gazing, and don’t think you guys didn’t have sex that night. It was just like the old times, right after you got done having sex Felix knocks on your door

“What?” Peter shouts

“Your baby!” he shouts back

You roll your eyes and put on your robe, you open the door, “Why can’t you take care of him?” you ask

“Because he’s your baby!” Felix said

“So?” you said 

Peter lay on your bed and had his hands behind his head, life was good, real good.

“You need to take care of him Y/n.”  Felix said

“I can’t I need to be with Peter.” you said

“You need to also feed your baby.” he said 

“How about we just give it to an other parent?” Peter said

“Do whatever you want babe.” you said

And just like hat Peter took Rumple and flew him to a town called StoryBrook , where he grew up without any parents, just like his father.

The next couple of years were heaven,you loved Peter and Peter loved you, nobody really question about Rumple, it was one less mouth to feed, and the boys were pretty careless themselves so it was never really brought up.

Well your paradise was about to become hell for you, because Rumple had found a way to you, he had found his first home, he had found, Neverland. 12 years later.

Walking on the soil of Neverland he remembers the smell, the ways the trees sway in the wind, he remembers, you and Peter, but do you?

It was a hot afternoon and you all decided to go to the lake to blow off some steam, since you all got pretty pissy in the heat.

Packing your stuff and getting everybody in a circle to go over the rules because even though you told them over a 100 times they still needed to be reminded

“No biting,no bringing food into the lake, no farting, peeing, or nose picking inside the lake, if you are going to leave make sure you tell someone and leave with a buddy! Also if you are drinking let me know so I can watch your limit, you guys suck at hangovers and I do not want to be thrown up on again.” you say

“Who’s that?” a younger lost boy asked

You turn around, Peter saw and his eyes widen “Oh fuck.” he whispered to himself, making sure you didn’t hear.

“You don’t know?” Rumple asked “Why you only bathed, fed, and changed me, mother.” 

“Rumple?” Felix asked

Peter gave Felix the death stare

“In the flesh.” he said

“Wait who is Rumple? Is he an old  friend Peter?” you hanged on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter’s heart started pumping, his spell was still covered but if Rumple said anything it was all over.

“Here, let me re trace your memory” he raises a hand breaks the spell, leaving Peter shocked

“what the hell did you just do?” knowing damn well what he just did.

“Oh you’re about to find out daddy o.” he smiled

“Rumple?!” you said with tears in your eyes as you ran to him and hugged him.

“But I don’t get it, why did you leave?” you asked

“That’s enough Y/n, get back here.” Peter said, he knew it was over but he still tried

“Peter put a spell on you, so you would only love him and forget all about me.” he said 

Peter started to clench his fist and jaw, he knew he was about to hear it.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” you yell at him

Peter jut looks at you, no expression, he knew exactly what he did, he wasn’t about to take it back.

“How could you? You knew how much I loved him!” you shouted

Peter shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair, “Stop, okay? You proven your point.” 

“What point?” you asked

“That you love him more than me okay ?” he shouted

“Of course I do , he’s my son,our son!” you said

“Your son.” Peter looked at you.

“He is a wicked boy mother, we should leave Neverland, and never come back!” Rumple said

“I agree.” you say in disgust, starting to walk away and go to your cabin, Peter fly’s into his cabin and just sits there,conflicted with his thoughts.

Felix knocks on Peter’s door.

Peter doesn’t answer, so he just comes in.

“Look, I know we don’t talk about this stuff, but I know you love her, but the fact of the matter is, is the she loves him more than you, and you have to realize that, I think you would be a great family.” he said

“But that’s the thing Felix, I can’t , I really can’t, I made Neverland so I wouldn’t have to grow up, I love Y/n with all of my heart, but  I can not see her grow up, not right in front of my eyes.” he said

“So, are you letting her go?” Felix asked

“Yeah, I am.” he said as he puts his head down, trying not to cry in front of Felix, Felix just pats Peter’s back.

Peter and Felix go outside to say goodbye to you and Rumple.

You were saying goodbye to everyone and then you saw Peter, you turned away and started walking away.

“Wait Y/n.” he said

“What the hell could you possibly say or do to make me forgive you?” you say

He just shakes his head, “I, I don’t know.” he said

“Did you even love me?” you asked

Of course I loved you baby, but I can’t give you the answers that you want, and you know that.” he grabs your hand and rubs it gently, he had tears in his eyes.

“Why? Why can’t we just be a happy family?” you asked with tears in your eyes.

“Because, you’re perfect, you and Rumple, I’ve never been good enough, I’ll never be good enough for you.” he said “But I will always love you Y/n” he said 

He grabbed your face and pulled you in, he kissed your softly and just like that, you fell in love with Peter Pan himself, once again.

Rumple saw you two and decided that he couldn’t take you guys away from each other.

“Mother, we should stay, I know you love Peter, and Peter loves you.”

“No you deserve her, I don’t at all.” Peter said

“I don’t mind Peter.” Rumple said 

“My mom means the world to me , and I know you mean the world to her.” he said 

Peter smiled “Very well then, Y/n stays, so does Rumple, only on one condition.” he said

“Whats that Peter?”  you asked

“Rumple has to be my 2nd in command.” he said

Felix bumps into the conversation “But I thought I was-” 

“Your debunked get over it.” he turns to Felix and winks, Felix smiles a him and mouths “Good job.”

So you and Rumple stay, it was a bit weird getting used to be calling mom, and having a son, and Peter made it a little awkward at times but you guys got through it, Peter came to love Rumple, just as you have loved him.

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