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supernovafics · 4 months

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Hi! I recently found your "I'll be there for you" universe and I love it.

I was wondering if you'd want to do a sick fic where reader gets a sudden fever/body aches/chills/so on and tries to shrug it off as no big deal even though it absolutely is and Steve, the ultimate caretaker he is, forgets all about his plans for the evening to stay in and take care of them. Thank you, have a great week!

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 4.7k words

warnings: explicit language, descriptions of sickness/being sick, brief mentions of parental neglect, mentions of weed, overall very soft and wholesome and cozy<3

summary: in which you and steve are sick on christmas

author's note: thank u for the request !! when i started this series one of the first ideas i had was something where reader and steve are sick during the holidays so this request fit with that perfectly<33 i couldn't really figure out how to end this so it kinda just ends lmao

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1985

“This is your fault,” You told Steve as you sniffled.

“I know, I know,” He responded— he had been hearing your grumbling from the moment you woke up, so he was pretty much used to it by now. He walked over to where you were sitting on the couch and held out a capful of cough syrup for you to grab. “Here. Take this.”

“Thank you,” You mumbled as you drank the medicine and then immediately went to grab your glass of water sitting on the coffee table because of how strong and bitter the cherry flavoring was. “Ugh.”

You now fully regretted that moment a few nights ago where you and Steve sat out on the fire escape and smoked weed in the freezing weather; an idea that had fully been Steve’s. It was fun in the moment, even though you could barely remember most of the conversation the two of you had, but a hint of a cold started building from the second you woke up that next morning and now it was at its worst. You currently had a stuffy nose and a horrible cough that gave you the shittiest headache. And after hours of laying in your bed and falling in and out of sleep, you finally decided to go out into the living room and complain to your best friend about how much you blamed him for your current sickness.

“Can you pass me the blanket, please?” You asked, pointing to the one that was laying on the back of one of the dining table chairs; it was barely five feet away but you didn’t have it in you to move out of the comfortable position you found yourself in on the couch.

“You become such a baby when you’re sick,” Steve told you with a roll of his eyes that you knew wasn’t serious as he handed you the knitted throw blanket, which you immediately wrapped around yourself after putting your water back down.

“Oh, whatever. I swear you’re always worse than me,” You said with your own eye roll; if he was closer to you, you would’ve given his arm a light smack. Your gaze moved upward, taking note of the time on the clock that hung on the wall above the television; it was a small round red clock that Steve had thrifted a few months ago. “Anyway, when are you heading to the Wheeler’s Christmas Eve party? Make sure you have fun for the both of us, and bring me back some of those gingerbread cookies that Karen makes.”

Steve sat next to you on the couch. “I’m not gonna go to the party.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in both surprise and confusion when you heard him say that because he loved going to that holiday party just as much as you did. All of the kids would be there as well as Robin and Eddie, and always at some point during the night, you all would end up migrating downstairs to the basement away from the real adults. The kids and Eddie would start playing D&D as you, Robin, and Steve sat on the sidelines watching the madness unfold. And then eventually the three of you would simply start playing random card games with Nancy and Jonathan.

“I won’t be mad if you go. Jokingly, yes— I’ll probably pretend to be mad at you for going for the next few days. But, I’m not actually,” You told him and then sniffled again because you couldn’t help it.

“No, it’s okay,” He said as he leaned back on the couch. “I don’t wanna go without you.”

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay, well, in that case,” You scooted closer to him on the couch and leaned your head on his shoulder. It was a position that never failed to comfort you, and you especially needed that in this moment where your body was telling you that you needed to sleep and the cough syrup you just took was making it easier to do so. “Thank you.”

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You weren’t entirely sure how or when you ended up in your bed, but you were happy about it. It was now dark outside and the digital clock sitting on your nightstand told you that the time was only nine o’clock.

You turned on your side and saw Steve next to you— head against one of your pillows, eyes shut, and lips slightly parted. It was a nice surprise seeing him asleep next to you, but you also knew that he probably shouldn’t be.

You reached out and lightly poked his cheek a few times. His eyes slowly opened just for a second before closing again and he let out a soft, “Hm?”

“You’re gonna get sick too if you sleep here,” You told him.

“I wanna stay close just in case you need something.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “And you wonder why I act like a baby when I’m sick. It’s because you treat me like one.”

“Well, someone has to.” Steve shrugged through his half-asleep daze and you knew exactly what he meant by his words.

When you were younger, before you met him, you had gotten so used to taking care of yourself because your parents weren’t the type to do much; your dad was always on some sort of business trip and your mom was always busy working at her office. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time either of them gave you medicine or soup or even worried about you at all when you got sick. However, the day your parents met Steve’s on that cruise and it was discovered that you all lived in towns that were only twenty minutes away from one another, things changed— you and Steve started taking care of each other.

In tenth grade when you got the flu, he spent his lunchtime every day that week driving to your house to check on you. And even though he hated school, he’d still go to yours and pick up your assignments from one of your friends, and he’d help you do most of them so you didn’t fall behind too much; most of it was wrong, but it was the thought that counted. And when he got sick last Summer, you spent every night at his house until he felt better. It was slightly funny because those four days led you to getting sick the next week, and it felt like that same thing was about to happen in this instance.

“You saying that just reminded me that I need to call my mom and tell her that I can’t come to the Christmas brunch thing she set up with my Aunt and cousin,” You shifted a bit and pulled the blanket higher over you. “Now, I’m actually glad that I’m sick.”

“I already called and told her while you were sleeping, but she didn’t really believe me, so yeah you should probably call her too,” Steve said, which made you laugh a bit.

“That’s actually not surprising. I’ll call in the morning,” You said and then yawned. “You don’t have to go to your parent’s tomorrow, right?”

“Nope, they’re in California for this business thing my dad has to be at.”

“Nice,” You responded with a small nod. “For some reason, I can’t remember the last time it was just you and me during Christmas.”

“Ninth grade,” Steve said with a small sleepy smile on his face and his eyes opened again. “My parents were out of town, and then yours had to leave too to do something last second. We had the great idea to set up the tent I got in sixth grade and camp out in my backyard.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said, laughing at the memory. “We got way too cold around one in the morning and decided to just sleep in front of the fireplace in the living room.”

“I wish this place had a fireplace.”

“We can sleep in front of the radiator?”

Steve thought about your suggestion for a second before shaking his head. “Not the same.”

“Okay, that’s true,” You said with a quick nod before reaching beneath the blanket and lightly poking his t-shirt covered side. “Hey, do you remember what I got you that year?”

Steve immediately let out a laugh. “Yes, and I actually still have that Mickey Mouse poster.”

You turned away from him then and covered your face with your hands. “Oh, God. No, you don’t. You’re kidding.”

“Yes, I do,” Steve said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “It’s rolled up in my closet. I would go grab it, but I’m too tired to move right now.”

You remembered exactly how excited you had been to give him that poster, which was supposed to be a really cool picture of one of his favorite basketball players, and the guy that you bought it from at the flea market even told you that it was signed. But when Steve pulled it out of the plastic and unrolled it in his living room on Christmas, instead of it being anywhere close to a photo of any basketball player, it was a picture of Mickey Mouse on a train.

“I’m still so embarrassed and mad that the sales guy at that flea market tricked me,” You said and sighed. You were still a little upset with yourself that you didn’t make him open up the poster and show it to you before you bought it, but he said that was “against the rules” since it was sealed in the plastic, and that reasoning had somewhat made sense to you. “And it’s not like I could try to return it or yell at him because the flea market was only here for a weekend.”

“Now that you’ve brought it up, I think we should hang the poster up in the living room. Maybe where the dining table is?”

You turned to face Steve again. “I will never allow that to happen.”

“I guess I’ll just have to put it up when you fall asleep,” He said, and you ignored his overdramatic wince when you playfully punched his arm. “Do you remember what I got you for Christmas that year?”

“Of course,” You nodded. You still had that silver bracelet he got you, and you were a thousand percent certain that you would keep it forever, even though now it just sat in your jewelry box because the clasp broke sometime last year. “I still can’t figure out how to fix that damn clasp.”

“I could just get you another one.”

“Not the same,” You told him with a quick shake of your head. “One day I’ll figure out how to fix it.”

“Okay,” He said and then brought up a different time that the two of you decided to try camping in his backyard, which was in the Summer and on a very warm night, but you and him still didn’t fully spend the night outside because there were too many bugs.

You laughed at the memory as Steve talked about it now because it just reminded you that you and him were probably the least “outdoorsy” people ever, but somehow that never stopped either of you from trying to be.

That was how the rest of the night went; reminiscing about more random stuff— memories from various moments of your friendship that always made you smile or laugh or even feel a little bit embarrassed— until both of you fell asleep again. And it wasn’t the biggest surprise when Steve woke up in the morning sniffling.

“I told you this would happen,” You said to him as you walked back to your bed, cough syrup in hand because you knew that he’d be needing it. You were actually feeling the tiniest bit better; still pretty bad but not as horrible as yesterday.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” He grumbled as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and then sneezed.

“Here. Take this,” You said with a small smile, mimicking the same words he had said to you yesterday.

“Our roles changed way too fast,” Steve said before drinking the capful of cough syrup. “I was supposed to be taking care of you, and now you’re the one taking care of me.”

“We’ll take shifts on who gets to be the more helpless one,” You told him amusingly. “Right now it’s your turn. Do you want some water?”

He nodded and you went to the kitchen to grab a bottle and then handed it over to him before you settled back in the bed.

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A handful of hours passed, all of which marked the most boring Christmas you’d probably ever had; but you’d take this silence and sickness over a tense brunch with your mom any day.

You were reading a book and Steve was still asleep next to you, turned on his side and blanket covering his head. A knock on the front door pulled your focus away from the page you were in the middle of reading.

You really didn’t feel like getting out of bed to answer it, but you also didn’t want to wake Steve and make him go do it, so with a sigh, you closed your book and placed it on the nightstand and then walked out of your bedroom. You headed to the couch first to grab the knitted throw blanket and wrap it around your shoulders so that it covered your bare legs, and then you proceeded to answer the door.

Miss Johnson, the sweet older woman that lived a few doors down, stood in front of you with a red and green plaid patterned tin of what you assumed were the Christmas cookies that she told you about the first time you met. When you and Steve moved into the building, she introduced herself on that first day and gave you a welcome basket of muffins that were probably the best muffins that both you and Steve had ever had, and she also mentioned that for the holidays she gave out cookies to people in the building.

She smiled at you for a brief second before a surprised look crossed her face. “Hi– Oh, you look terrible. What happened?”

Somehow the brutal honesty actually felt more sweet and worried than rude; and it warmed your heart and simultaneously hurt it so fucking bad that she was the only older adult in your life that actually seemed to care.

You let out a small cough. “Me and Steve are sick right now. Just a cold.”

“Oh no, that stinks,” She said with a frown, and then held the tin out toward you. “Here take these cookies and I’ll be right back. Let me go make you both some soup.”

You grabbed the tin and smiled at her. “Thank you so much for the cookies, but you don’t have to make us soup.”

In all honesty, you would’ve loved soup at that moment because you and Steve hadn’t eaten all day aside from the two slices of buttered toast that he made around noon, since neither of you could really be bothered to make anything else. But, Miss Johnson had already made the cookies for you two, so you felt bad about her also doing this for you and Steve.

She shook her head at you. “No, no, it’s not a problem at all. I know I already have all of the ingredients, so it’ll just take me fifteen minutes, twenty tops.”

You were about to assure her again that she really didn’t have to do that, but she was already walking away and heading back down the hall before any word could leave your mouth.

There was something about the gesture that felt way too sweet and nice, and it made you wish that you had someone like her in your life when you were younger. And then that thought made you feel so fucking grateful that for the past almost ten years, you had Steve.

You placed the cookie tin on the kitchen counter and then tightened your blanket around you. You could see from the large window that led out to the fire escape that the sun was beginning to set, and as you got closer and peaked below at the street, you saw that some snow still lingered on the ground from when it came down a few days ago; the same night that you and Steve sat out on the fire escape.

The sudden sound of Steve saying, “Please don’t go out there. I don’t wanna repeat this sick cycle,” made you turn around and look at your best friend. He had slipped on a hoodie, which was yours (although back in high school it technically had been his), and his hair was the messiest you’d seen it in a while, and that let you know exactly how bad he was probably feeling right then.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going out there without an actual jacket anytime soon.”

“Okay, good,” He yawned and then smiled when he saw what was on the counter. “Miss Johnson brought the cookies?”

“Yes,” You said, walking back to the kitchen and watching as Steve opened up the tin. There were at least a dozen cookies in it; a mixture of Christmas trees, Santa Clauses, and snowflakes. “She also went to go make us soup since we’re sick.”

“She’s way too nice to us,” Steve said and grabbed one of the Santa Claus cookies.

“I agree,” You told him, deciding to grab a snowflake cookie for yourself. “Meanwhile, we’re horrible people and didn’t even think about getting her something for Christmas. Once we’re better we have to get her something.”

“Yeah. We can get her a nice sweater or cardigan,” Steve said, and you nodded at that suggestion; whenever either of you saw Miss Johnson she was almost always wearing some sort of fun and colorful cardigan so that idea felt right. He took another bite of the cookie in his hand and then looked at you. “Will this ruin our appetite?”

“Considering the fact that we’ve barely had anything to eat today since we’ve felt so shitty, I don’t think that there’s really an appetite to ruin.”

“Very true.”

The two of you migrated to the couch, bringing the cookie tin along with you, and mindlessly watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special that played on television as you ate some more cookies.

When there was another knock on the door twenty minutes later, right as the Charlie Brown episode ended, you looked at Steve and pulled your legs off his lap. “Your turn to get it.”

He nodded and got up, running a quick hand through his hair, which didn’t really do much to tame it, before opening the door.

“Hi, Miss Johnson,” Steve said, and even though he was facing away from you, you could hear the smile in his voice. He received a smile back as she handed him a full tupperware of soup. “Thank you. You really didn’t have to make this for us.”

“It’s really no problem. I hope you two feel better soon,” She responded. “And also here are some tea bags. You guys should be drinking that too.”

You watched as she put a few in Steve’s free hand. Neither you nor him really liked tea, but you weren’t about to tell Miss Johnson that when she was being so damn nice and thoughtful.

“Thank you so much,” You said from the couch and smiled at her. “Also, we’ve already tried some of the cookies and they’re amazing.”

“Just wait until you try the chocolates I make for Valentine’s Day,” She said and you smiled even wider at that.

“Can’t wait.”

She said her final goodbyes and headed back down the hall to her apartment after telling you both that you could knock on her door if you needed anything; more soup, medicine, etc. And that offer, which sounded completely genuine, only further confirmed the fact that you and Steve definitely needed to get her a gift as soon as possible.

Steve pulled two bowls out of one of the cabinets and split the soup, which you then learned was chicken noodle, evenly in both of them and then handed one over to you.

“Thanks,” You said as he also gave you a spoon and then sat down on the couch again.

He took control of the TV remote and you didn’t argue when he stopped on a channel that was playing a James Bond movie. After finishing your soup, you maneuvered around so that you were laying down and your head was in his lap and you fell asleep just like that.

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Another set of hours passed, although you were unaware of exactly how many. You were woken up by the feeling of Steve softly stroking your ear; which he knew would always either annoy you or make you laugh because of how much it tickled— most of the time it was both. This time was no different.

You were laughing as you shooed his hand away. “Stop that.”

“I needed to wake you up.”

You looked up at him and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

You nodded at his answer and then suddenly realized through your half asleep daze why he decided to wake you right then. “Oh, we have to open the presents.”

From that very first Christmas you spent together, it was agreed upon that you would do your gift exchange at night— once you both were done being stuck all day with your parents and other family members that you never saw any other time of the year.

You’d sneak off to his house once those family members were gone and your parents were asleep, or he’d come to yours, and then you’d exchange gifts and almost always end up talking about nothing until the morning.

You sat up. “I’m just now realizing that we could’ve done it earlier today.”

“Yeah, but that would’ve broken the tradition,” Steve said and you agreed with that, there was something about always doing the gift exchange at night that felt like the only way to do it at this point.

You went into your bedroom and grabbed Steve’s present that you had stashed away in your closet. When you left your room, you saw that he was already sitting next to the small Christmas tree that sat lit up in the corner close by the window and he was holding what you rightly assumed was your gift from him.

The tree was so small that it didn’t make sense to put gifts under it, so that was why you kept the one you got for Steve in your room and he had yours in his. The only things that did sit next to the tree and slightly under it were the little presents that you both got for Harold the Hamster.

“Merry Christmas, Stevie,” You said, sitting down next to him and giving him his gift. He let out a laugh when he noticed that the green wrapping paper had pictures of polar bears wearing Santa hats on it— when you had seen it weeks ago at the store, you thought it was adorably funny and knew you had to get it.

He handed over the gift he got you and the sight of his messy wrapping job made you smile. “Merry Christmas.”

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A happy yelp emitted from your lips when you saw the vinyl of The Breakfast Club soundtrack. It was quite literally the perfect gift— you had held the tape of the movie that you rented from Steve’s Family Video hostage for a month straight when they first got it in, and sometimes you’d watch the movie just to hear the songs.

“After how many times you watched the movie this year, this felt very fitting,” Steve told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the red bow that was placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at him and smiled. “I hope you’re prepared to hear this at least three times a week for the next few months.”

He laughed a bit. “I knew you were going to say that, and I’ve already accepted the fact that I will have to hear Don’t You Forget About Me on an endless loop for a while.”

“Good,” You said, still smiling, and then you bumped your knee with his. “Open yours.”

Steve finally started opening your gift for him, tearing the wrapping paper off to reveal a shoebox, which had a new pair of white Nikes inside. They were the same as the pair he already had that had the red “swoosh” on the side, but that pair was now a lot less white since he had them since Sophomore year of high school and he’d wear them almost religiously.

“It’s time to retire the ones you’ve had for the past three years,” You said as he pulled out one of the sneakers. “Oh, also, there’s a note at the bottom of the box.”

Steve put the one sneaker down and then grabbed the small notecard with your handwriting on it that was buried underneath the other one. “‘This is long overdue. You probably should’ve gotten rid of your last pair after the basketball season ended Senior year. And speaking of basketball, after your many years of begging and pleading I will finally grant your wish and play basketball with you. You’re welcome. Shit, I already regret writing this.’” He looked at you, a smile growing on his face. “You’re serious?”

“Sadly, yes,” You answered, and when he smiled wider, you said, “It’s only gonna happen one time and just for a couple of hours, and if I break my leg or arm or anything else during this, I will sue you, Harrington.”

You had two left feet when it came to any sort of sport— in a way, it was funny how clumsy you’d get whenever you had to play anything— and Steve knew that, but for perhaps the entirety of your friendship he still always tried to convince you to play basketball with him, and you always said no because why would you ever do something that you knew would only lead to embarrassment? Even if it was just with your best friend. He’d seen more than enough of your accidental embarrassing moments, and in your mind there was no need for him to also see one that could easily be avoided.

But, you knew that finally doing this would make him happy, and that made your imminent embarrassment feel somewhat worth it.

“You’re not gonna break anything, but if you do, I’ll completely understand if you decide to sue me,” Steve said and you could hear the joking undertones in his voice. “So, when can we play?”

“You can choose the day, but please wait until we’re not sick and when it’s not freezing cold outside.”

He nodded at that. “Okay, deal.”

“What did you get Harold?” You asked as you picked up the present next to the tree that Steve had wrapped.

“A new wheel,” He answered and that made you laugh.

“I also got him a new wheel.”

It actually wasn’t entirely surprising that you and Steve had the same gift idea. You two loved Harold with your entire hearts, but at least twice a week he’d wake one or both of you up at three in the morning by running on the current wheel he had, which was the squeakiest thing in the world.

Steve looked over at where Harold’s cage sat on the coffee table in the living room area. “Maybe he’ll like having two.”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Maybe he’ll designate one for daytime running and the other for nighttime running.”

Steve smiled at your joking statement. “Exactly.”

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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third-arch · 2 months

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What if Law was a ghost and Kanna was a human?

Modern AU!! A pilot/rough draft for a oneshot about my OC falling in love with the ghost of a cold and stoic doctor. Part 1/?

Fluff, wholesome, modern au

Kanna’s POV:

Kanna lives alone in a small and quiet apartment. She’s pretty messy and has a mousy appearance, but her apartment is still clean and fresh.

A few books are scattered around her bed. Papers and maybe a CD or two can be found next to the couch.

She likes it this way. It feels comforting.

But, one day, when she came home, things were moved.

The Revolver CD she had by her bed was back on the shelf between Rubber Road and Sgt. Pepper’s.

The anatomy textbook was sitting on the couch, the pages about opened to diagrams of the liver and the heart.

There was even a plushie that rolled under her bed days ago that was now sitting on the center of her bed.

What the heck x0

She checked with her neighbors and security. Nobody had broken in, and nobody had left besides her.

Her small fluffy hamster, Oreo, started squeaking like nuts as Kanna went to touch the medical book. She could feel goosebumps all over arms.

Something was clearly wrong.

Kanna waves her hands around the cold area.

“Oreooo!!! It’s so cold here!! Woah”

Suddenly, a small breeze blew against her, almost as if the area was saying “Knock it off!”

:0 Did’ja see that??

Kanna looked at Oreo, who was going crazy on the hamster wheel.

She’d seen this before. All the “Ghost Adventures” she’d watched with her dad, laughing about the bad acting and the ridiculous technology,

It was real.

A few hours later, Kanna left and came back with an Ouija board.

She printed out a PDF of what seemed to be decent instructions for the Ouija board and read it over.

“I don’t have any candles, I hope that’s okay with you”

With a pen and paper at her side, she sat the ouija board on her coffee table.

Carefully, she knelt down in front of the table and steadied her hands.

“Uhm, is there anyone you’d like to speak to right now?”

Silence

…

Suddenly,

Woah! The thingy moved!

“Yes”

:0!!

“Who would you like to speak to?”

“Y-O-U”

:0000!!!!

“Woah, do you think you could tell me your name?”

“L-A-W”

A police officer? Or is that his actual name?

“Hey Law, are you a good spirit?”

No response.

“Were you the one who was moving my stuff?”

“Yes”

After some time, Kanna managed to figure out that Law likes medicine. She’s not sure how, but he does. He also likes The Beatles, since he got the album placement right. (It took her a couple of hours to realize this)

He’s also 26.

I wonder how he, hm…

“Your name is so pretty, but I’ll leave you alone for now. You seem like a good spirit, but I’ll give us some quiet time, okay? You can read my medical book and stuff. Goodbye, Law.”

Kanna smiled warmly and sat back.

“Ahh it’s so cold…”

Kanna takes the blanket on her couch and wraps herself up.

Law’s POV:

Law looked at the strange, mousy girl with a narrowed gaze.

He gently knelt down in front of her, inspecting her face.

He frowned and continued to watch over her as she slept.

“What a strange girl. Kanna-ya, huh?” He said to himself.

His attention turned to the paper on the coffee table.

Some of the things he had told her were scribbled on the paper.

He looked at it for a moment and turned his attention back to Kanna.

While she slept, he slowly and carefully used all the energy he had in him to write a simple message on the paper,

“I’m still here, always.

-Law”

End of Part 1/?

This is just a draft! I might turn it into something, but for now, this entire series might be shortened drafts. I think it would be fun :)) just something to get my brain going.

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plus-ultra-oneshots · 3 years

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Night In {TamakiXFemale!Reader Headcannons}

-Headcannons for Tamaki X Female!Reader, cuddles, domestic stuff, and general wholesomeness while you two spend a night in together in Tamaki's dorm room-

.:+:.

You two originally intended to have dinner with Mirio and Nejire- only to arrive in the common area and find your quiet meal had been taken over by a few of the more bright and friendly students in your class. It had become... Lively

Actually it was VERY lively- there had been some playful tossing of chips and food, a little wrestling, a lot of noise and movement.

There were too many people, too many voices, too much noise, too much movement- it was honestly too much, and you felt Tamaki tense up the instant the two of you saw what was happening.

Poor Tamaki wasn't really suited for something like that, and you knew it well- so, change of plans!

You tugged on his arm gently, pulling him back from the doorway with a smile and suggested you two just skip the dinner and head to your room instead to relax.

He was hesitant to go- he didn't want you to miss out on the meal or hanging out with everyone for his sake, sweet boy he was. He hastily assured you it was fine and he'd be okay to head in, putting on his bestest brave face and a smile that was trying so hard to be sure- but he was nervous still, but he tried.

"I-I'll be okay, (Y/N)... Don't worry about me... It'll b-be okay... L-let's go in..."

That beautiful boy was willing to head into a room that would be nothing less than torture on his nerves, and he would do it readily for you- and only you.

Your heart swelled at it. What did you do to deserve him?

You assured him it was alright, and told him you didn't really wanna deal with all the commotion. He hesitated a little more,

".... A... Are you sure...?"

"Yep!"

He smiled faintly and nodded in agreement, the two of you heading away, your arm in Tamaki's. He suggested going back to his room instead since he'd have snacks in his room you two could eat in place of the dinner. He brought the idea up quietly, eyes down and blushing at himself as he said it- and you smiled more at it and the flush on his cheeks, readily agreeing to the idea.

(Mirio 100% saw you two head away with your arms linked together, and he grinned as you both retreated, chuckling to himself)

Tamaki was quick to make sure you had snacks, were comfortable, and had something to drink when you got there. He darted about nervously and fumbled a lot, but he meant well and was being kind and attentive in his own nervous way

He asks a dozen times if you're okay or if you want anything, his eyes darting nervously here and there. You assure him a dozen times and more, and tell him everything is perfect- the small, fleeting smile on his face each time you do it is just so damn CUTE

And then it's even cuter when, after and hour or two of content chatter between you two (and he's relaxed a bit), his face flushes slightly and he taps his fingers together nervously as he asks if maybe you wanna watch a movie or something...?

"A movie sounds great."

"o-oh... Okay..! W-what would you... Like to watch, (Y/N)....?"

"Whatever you pick will be perfect."

"Ah... O-okay...."

He totally picks some cliche, predictable, feel-good movie. Something like what you'd find on the Hallmark channel- you know it just can't have anything even sorry of scary in it, he'd have a heart attack

He sets the movie up, and brings out the spare futon he has in the closet. He piles on blankets and pillows, again making sure you're comfortable, not too hot, not too cold, everything.

At first when he settles down on the futon and the pillows he puts some space between you and him and doesn't get too close. He's a nervous bean, he can't help himself, but he totally keeps glancing back and forth at you and not really paying much attention to the movie.

You help him out a little by pushing yourself closer to him, and pulling some pillows up with you to stack them behind you both and the wall.

You're sitting shoulder to shoulder now, touching but only just- but even the little bit is enough to have him blushing again.... But he doesn't move

Ten minutes later he relaxes enough he shifts an inch or two in your direction, his body sinking out of the slightly stiff posture he adopted out of sheer instinct

Eventually he sort of forgot about being nervous at all, he just enjoyed the movie and the warmth of you next to him

When you started to nod off he noticed right away, he saw your head bob a bit too much and you jerked yourself back from the edge of a doze. You righted yourself with a small sigh, unaware of Tamaki's glittering gaze stuck to you for a few seconds, before his lips pulled in nervousness.

"U-uhm.... You can.... L-lean on my shoulder... I-if you want... (Y/N)...." He suggests, his voice barely more than a hushed whisper as he says it, and his face definitely a little more than red. He can't really seem to catch your eyes right then either, he looks away nervously the whole time- but you hardly care.

You waste no time in pulling closer to him, snuggling yourself against his shoulder and threading your arms around his. His red as a beet for it, but he doesn't resist or pull away, he just let's you get comfortable

He doesn't say anything after that, and neither do you- you're asleep pretty fast, and for awhile he tries to focus on the movie... Totally can't though

You are super warm, and your hair smells like sweet, fruity shampoo.

It's a really nice smell, so much so he's turned toward you and buried his nose in your hair without even thinking about it. He drinks in the warmth, the softness of your hair tickling his cheeks and neck

He moves his free arm toward you and reaches across to twine his fingers delicately with a few strands of your hair, before that hand falls and finds a place on top of one of yours.

The movie is nothing but a drone in the back of his mind after that, his eyes drop closed and he just let's himself fade away into the warmth of your body against his

You two snuggle in more as Tamaki begins to dose off too, the boy eventually hugging you into his chest, your head tucked under his chin and completely wrapped up in his hold

Without a doubt best nights sleep either of you has had in a long, long time

Nothing but warmth and sweet dreams... And Tamaki never stops hugging you the whole night through

.:+:.

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Hero Santa

Sero x fem!reader

Warnings: yellow sour fruit, swearing

A/N: wow it’s been a long time that I’ve posted a oneshot. Sorry about that. My job keeps me busy and the fic I’m writing takes priority. This isn’t a request either so I’m ;;; this is entirely self-indulgent. I’ve just discovered a newfound love for mr. tape boy and wanted to write something about him. There’s a lot of cringey things in here. Like, secondhand emebarssment type things. But I just wanted to write something funny and wholesome, straying away from the incessant dubcon that litters my blog. If this makes you embarrassed then I think I’ve done my job right? If this makes you smile, then double points for me, I guess! Also, fuck you, I'm still mourning the loss of blockbuster movies so it exists in this one shot. huzzah.

You barrel in through Sero’s threshold, clutching your sides as you bust out laughing, exhilarated from you and Sero’s grand escape from a dastardly encounter— you seeing your ex boyfriend in public. Sero flings himself after you, clamping his hands down on your shoulders practically shaking as he tries to catch his breath.

“D-do you think he saw us??” He snickers, twirling around you to throw his house keys down on his front door counter top.

“I’m sure he did! He said my name right before you grabbed me!”

Sero’s grin widens as he sifts through your bag to grab one of the many sweet treats he picked out for the both of you. “But are you really sure that he saw us?”

“Sero, you literally spider-manned us out of blockbuster. The entire store saw us! They’re going to have to get a long ass ladder to get that tape off the ceiling!” You grin at him and with your best, most formal tone, you mock, “that was quite indecent, young man!”

“Ehhh. I’m sure they have somebody at the blockbuster who was like a leg extension or flying quirk. They’ll be fine!

You snort. “I can’t believe you just referred to blockbuster as ‘the blockbuster’ like you’re some kinda old lady!”

“Now, why don’t you make a decision on what my identity is? Who am I: Spider-Man or Gammy NumNums?”

“Who am I to say? I don't know Spider-Man’s secret identity. How are we so sure that Gammy NumNums herself isn’t Spider-Man?

“Oh shit, I think you’re onto something there.” Sero plops down on his couch, setting his treats down on the table next to it. “I’m really living the greatest triple life, huh? The best of all worlds.”

“I’ll say.” You mosey into the room, vibrating with happiness and comfort you get whenever you’re in Sero’s house. You nod at the pile of blankets he has at his feet. The two of you are going to be having a blanket fort movie night, something you’ve been looking forward to all week long. “Shall we get started?”

“Nah nah nah, lemme take care of all of this! Can you get the popcorn ready?”

You nod and grab two different packets from your bag. “Butter or kettle? I couldn’t decide.”

“What do I look like, an animal? Butter! Buttery butter. I want my popcorn to slide off my fingertips!”

You mock a gag. “I think maybe you are an animal,” you say and throw a pillow at Sero’s face before hopping to the kitchen before he could retaliate.

You leave the room with a giant smile on your face. Back at the store, you let yourself freeze in front of your ex while a thousand thoughts ran through your head. It’s always been odd seeing him in public after the two of you broke up, but every time you have seen him, you’ve been able to hide yourself immediately. Thankfully Sero was there when you were discovered and you recovered from your mental paralysis as soon as he swung the two of you out and away from him.

Sero has really been a special kind of hero towards you since your breakup. He’s been nothing but supportive of you— there for you whether you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to bring a smile to your face. Sero is your guy. Sometimes both! You recall an instance where you were done crying but had said something along the lines of “my heart might be broken,” and without hesitating, Sero clicked out a piece of his tape and placed it over your chest, telling you that he’d be there to fix it. That’s when you first realized that maybe your heart could change fall into a new direction. He has really become something very… special to you. You find your heart skipping a beat during certain instances. If his hand lingers on your waist for a second longer than you’re used to, your mind goes haywire. It’s funny— you know you have feelings for him, and you’re pretty positive he might reciprocate those feelings, but the two of you avoid saying anything about it like the plague. You’re completely comfortable with him, but sometimes when you’re alone, when you’re close, the air grows thick with tension and the two of you sit in silence until one of you inevitable break the silence by making some lame joke. But god, sometimes you just want to hold the boy down and smooch his face!!

You pause in the hallway to check yourself in the mirror, pursing your lips as you turn to inspect your teal blue pajama bottoms. You sigh, embarrassed to have been in public with your lounge wear: slippers and all. If you had been expecting to see anybody, you would’ve done your makeup, maybe put on a skirt and some cute boots, but he saw you looking like a slob with a shit ton of candy in your hands.

After you pop your corn, you return to Sero’s living room, amazed at how quickly he made the fort transformation. Blankets hang from the walls and ceiling, cascading down with nice curves centering on an arena of fluffy pillows with Sero sprawled out in the middle, languidly pushing chocolate covered cookie dough into his mouth while he bats at the controls to get the movie started. You pause at the doorway, shifting your weight from one leg to another nervously until he looks at you, lifting a brow when you bite your lip.

“I know,” he says with a grin, “I’m absolutely brilliant.”

“You’re just alright.” You take you seat next to the boy, and burrow your cold feet under his legs. He gives you a funny grin, but you shrug it off. “I’m cold!”

“I think I-“ Sero presses his lips together, a worried look crawling over his face “-I’m certain I spared a blanket or two for us to actually use.”

He takes a moment to look around and after he finds nothing, he gives you a wide eyed stare. “Oh no.”

“See, this is why you're just alright.”

Sero hops up. “No, no, no— I’m not just alright. I’m the king of this here fort.” Sero raises his hands to feel around for a blanket used for the roof that’s unnecessary for the structure. His shirt lifts, exposing his tight midriff to you, and you tell yourself to look away, but you just can’t bring yourself to. Your eyes linger on his naval before drifting down towards his gray sweatpants where you can definitely make out the outline of his dick. You could scream.

“Do forts usually have kings?”

“This one does.”

You get to you knees, fully aware of how it might look to him if he so much as glances down, and ask, “if you’re the king, what would that make me?”

“That’s easy,” Sero says, carefully peeling some tape off a loose blanket, “you’re the princess.”

“HA! So you’re my dad?!”

Sero snickers before his eyes meet yours, blanket falling into his hands. He hesitates for a moment while he looks down at you, his brows furrowing as the tips of his ears grow to be a redder hue.

“Absolutely not,” he whispers in a tone softer than you’re used to. The blanket fall to the floor, but Sero stays stock still, eyes glazing over as he takes in your suggestive position.

“Then how does this work?” You quip, growing all the more embarrassed that you’re practically begging for him to make a move while at the same time, doing absolutely nothing.

“Don’t you remember?” Finally, he crouches down, leveling his head with yours. You can feel his breath dance across your face as he continues, “I swept you off your feet. Stole you right out from under the nose of a beastly emperor. The princess is merely a guest at my fort; it’s a safe haven for her.”

“Then one could say that the princess owes the king a lot for saving her life…”

“The king is only happy when the princess is safe and happy. She owes him nothing.”

“Is that so…?” You reach a hand into the popcorn bowl, grin sinisterly at ‘the king’, and buck a handful of the buttery goodness Sero loves so much right at his face. “Little did you know, the princess has been planning to assassinate the king in order to take the fort for herself!”

“Damn you, princess!” Sero laughs, throwing his own handful right back at you. “The king has been betrayed one too many times after giving in to acts of charity!”

“The king is a fool!” You yell, swinging a pillow at his face, knocking him back into his cushioned seminar. “Long live princess me!!”

Sero moves to remove your assault weapon from his face, only to have you climb on top of him to pin his hands behind his back

“You suck.”

“You sure wish I would.”

“I—“ Sero’s face flushes beat red while you smirk down at him. You tighten your thighs hold around him but get distracted by something poking your chest. It’s popcorn.

“Oh. Ew.” Without thinking, you pull the bits out from your bra and pop them into your mouth. Sero gives you a funny grin and it’s your turn to flush. You hide behind your hands and cry, “GAHH! I’m not a princess! I’m a troll!”

Sero uses this opening to his advantage, grabbing onto your hands and using sheer strength, flings you onto your back, panning you down against a pillowy wonderland.

“Ahhh curse your hero training,” you laugh, wiggling your legs around so you can lay more comfortably under your faux assailant.

“Troll princess,” Sero sighs, his warm breath cascading down your neck, causing shivers to prickle all across your body, “I've got you now.”

“Oh nooo.” You toss your head back, subtly lifting your pelvis to press against his. Heat floods into your belly when you feel his hardening erection pulsate against you. This isn’t what friends do and you know that. He has to know that, too. “The King’s got the poor, helpless princess locked beneath him. Whatever can she do? Whatever will he do?”

Sero goes silent. His eyes scan over your face, lips patting when they land in yours. You’re unsure of what to do— what to say. At this point you might as well tell him to kiss you.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore,” he says in a sort of morose way. You heart falls and your stomach goes to knots. Maybe you were wrong about him feeling the same way for you do? Maybe the two of you are just really good friends. But his hands don’t move from their pinned position.

“Sero… we don’t have to do this if you don’t w—“

Your sentence gets cut short by Sero’s lips suddenly locking onto yours. You hum in surprise, but kiss him back, your skin practically screaming in delight when his tongue slides over your bottom lip. You try to reach up to him but Sero’s bolted hands hold your wrists firmly, keeping them above your head and all you can do is roll your tongue over his, trying to catch as much of him as you can before the kiss breaks.

But it doesn’t. He pushes your wrists together so he can hold you with one hand while the other slides down to your body, caressing your side until he squeezes your waist. You lift your pelvis and his arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer against his body. His cock rubs against your pubic bone and you can’t help but imagine what it may feel like inside of you.

You manage to free one of your hands and swiftly move it down to his sweats, greedily massaging him through his pants. Finally Sero pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“Oh, heh~,” he says, seizing your hand. “I’m, uh, really sensitive…”

“Oh? I’d like to see just how-“ again, you’re cut off by Sero claiming your lips, the kiss more forceful the second time around. It’s messy, and wet, and desperate, and you find yourself sighing into his mouth every time you get a chance to breathe, only to have those short moments thrown away by your own need possessing your body to kiss him back harsher, hands reaching up to his hair to tug and pull, exciting you when you hear a groan build up in the back Sero’s throat.

“Fuck.” Sero’s lips meet your neck, his hand resting against your exposed belly. It’s cold but you don’t mind; your body craves his cool touch. Using his tongue, Sero draw a long strip up from your neck to your ear, causing your body to shudder. You practically melt when he whispers, “I want you. I want you so bad. You have no idea.”

You sigh as Sero nibbles in your ear, his hands boldly exploring farther up your body. “I… think I have some idea.”

“Nuh-uh.” Sero leans back, his eyes shamelessly scanning over your body. You didn’t think it possible, but your skin warms up even more from his lingering gaze. As much as you like the attention, you want his hands right back on you pronto. “There’s no way you could possibly like me as much as I like you…”

You scowl at him. Too much talking and not enough kissing. You pull your shirt off and unclasp your bra, throwing your garments to the side, exposing yourself to him. Nervous tingles nip at your body, but the look on his face, the way his eyes flick from your face to your chest and back to your face as his adam’s apple bobs, makes it all worth it.

“Shit… you’re so— you’re everything to me, I need you to know that, like, if you’re at all uncomfortable or like if I do something you don’t like— god, you’re gorgeous, I just wanna—“

“-Sero…” You take his hands in yours and lead them back to your body. “Please… touch me.”

“Y-yeah…”

Sero presses his lips to yours in a sweeter manner, him molding to you nearly perfectly as his hands run up your sides. Goosebumps erupt across your body when he pushes you back down against the pillows. His right hand cups your breast as he trails kisses down your chest, only pausing when he begins to snicker.

“What?”

“Salty,” he says, his tongue licking dangerous close to your nipple. “You taste like popcorn.”

“Ohhhh noooooo-ahhh~!”

A pretty sight: Sero’s pink tongue rolling out to lav over your puckered bud.

His lips wrap around your nipple; he sucks and your body jolts forward. He’s not the only one who’s sensitive. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sinister grin. “I like it.”

Your breathing grows heavy while Sero makes his way down your stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to the places that make you squirm when he kisses them. He gets to your pajama shorts and pets your clothed slit with a knuckle. Your hips buck up when he leans down and licks you through your shorts, excited pulsations grabbing at your core. You need more.

Your shorts fly off by your own doing, whether it’s to get the ball rolling or if you want him to be giving you the exact same lustful stare he is now is lost to you, but you’ll take it. You love it. You want him to look at you like that forever.

Sero pets your core, his own breath shuddering as you roll your hips at his touch.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he says, annunciating every word as if it pains him to say it. He rests his head in your thigh as he lazily teases you, seeming to enjoy your light mewling that comes when his fingers grow closer to your clit, the way your body moves to his touch. “I want it.”

“What ~ahah~ what are you gonna do about it?”

“Hmmm.” To your severe displeasure, Sero removes to hands, only to strip himself of his own shirt. You stare at him in awe; of course you’ve seen him shirtless before, but under these circumstances, it’s different. And you’re sure he’s bulked our a bit since the last time you caught him half-naked. Goodness.

“Ohh my god,” you sigh when he tosses his shirt to the sigh, the sight of his muscles moving over you incredibly enticing.

“What?” Sero gets to his elbows and spreads your legs open for him. He gives your pussy a long lick and groans, closing his eyes when he kisses your pubic bone. “You got something to say?”

“You’re just… so… ohhhh~!”

Sero begins laving at your heat, drowning the room with your surprised moans. His skillful tongue traces your caverns until his mouth is covered in your need. He eats you out like he’s starving for it— hell, he could’ve been famished if he says there’s no way you can like him more than he likes you. His tongue circles your clit, his never ceasing groans adding to your pleasure. You reach down as grasp at his soft hair, massaging his head as he toys with your sensitivity.

“So what, Princess?” He asks as his fingers tease your hole. The nickname sends shivers up your spine. You don’t mind it, you just didn’t think that something so cheesy could sound so hot coming from him.

“So— ahhh ahah~!” A loud moan you aren’t expecting tears out from your throat when Sero plunges two fingers into your depths. He chuckles and returns his attention back to your clit, watching your face contort in pleasure through heavy eyelashes. He sucks in you while his fingers curl against your walls, the threat of your own release building up against your stomach. You moan and pull his hair, whispering incomprehensible words, trying to find the right way to encourage him, the right way to warn him that you’re close.

“I know, I’ve got a big tongue, huh?” Oh, so he could be a smug bastard, too?

“Sssaaah~” You try saying his name, but it’s lost to you. You don’t know what to call him: Hanta? Sero? He’s been your friend for so long that saying his actual name might sound weird on your tongue, but what if saying his last name sounds weird to him? “Hero…”

“Hmmm?” His low voice murmuring into your core sends your body into a frenzy. Your body starts to shake and grip onto the cushions to keep you grounded, but that doesn’t save you from the next word you yelp out as your body is lost to ecstatic fits.

“Fuck! Oh god, Santa~ nnng~ hah~!” You squeeze your thighs together, locking him in as he gifts you with little kitten licks, elongating your excruciating orgasm with the low reverberations of his voice while he laps up your pleasure.

Your body settles but that doesn’t stop him at first. He savors your twitching body, kissing your swollen bud tenderly, brushing his hands across your sweat covered body, until he looks up at you and grins.

“So you have some kinda Christmas kink?”

You catch your breath, gazing up at the makeshift blanket ceiling, before looking back down at his goofy, red face. “What do you mean?”

“You just called me ‘Santa.’ I mean, Christmas isn’t for another month but I’m sure I could find a Santa hat somewhere if that’s what you’re into. I live to please.”

“Oh no.” You bury yourself behind your hands. “No I didn’t. No, no, noooo!!”

Sero climbs on top of you and kisses your hands. “Hey,” he sings at you, “don’t hide. I don’t kink shame.”

You grab a pillow a fling it into his face. “Shut up! Noooo!”

The two of you laugh together, his breath fanning you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you stay like that for mere seconds but it feels like an eternity. He made you cum, but still, you crave him. You want more of him.

“That was actually really hot.” You feel him grin against your neck. “You forgetting my name. It kinda made me feel good. Really good.”

“I could… I could make you feel better,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his back, using your fingernails to tickle his skin. He flushes.

“Is that so?” He leans down and pecks your lips. “‘Cause I wasn’t done with you. I wanna see if I can make you say all seven reindeers’ names.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

He quirks a brow. “You wanna?”

...Desperately. “Yes.”

Sero’s all too quick to free himself of his sweats and you side him by pulling his boxers down. You gulp at the sight of his erection; it’s a nice size with a beautiful curve, pre-cum already seeping out through the slit of his reddened head. You look to him and bite your lips. You grasp at the base of his length and guide his cockhead to to your mouth, pulling you tongue out to lick at his knob.

“Ahh~, um, I’m really-“

“Sensitive?” You ask before lulling your tongue underneath his cock.

“Y-yess,” he hisses, grasping at your hair to pull you back.

You grin wryly back at him. “Then how’s this going to work?”

“With me in control-“ he smirks “-lay back princess.”

You pout at him but he moves to kiss your neck, gently pushing your shoulders down so you’re back on the cushions. You reach your hands up and arch your back, an obvious ploy to get him all the more hot and bothered, and not an unsuccessful one at that.

“God damn,” he breathes, stroking his cock while taking in your figure. “God, I lo—… I need to say something before we go any further.”

“Hmmm?” You run your hands down your body. You stop at your breasts, teasing your nipples, and biting your lips. “You can say anything to me.”

“Sweet Jesus, you’re not making this easy.” He sighs and falls over you. A hand cups your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. It looks like he’s eating to say something serious, but you can hardly think straight with his hardened dick resting against your thigh.

“This,” he says, stroking the back of his hand against your cheek, “can’t be… I can’t be just a rebound for you. I know I might not seem like it, but I’m an all or nothing kinda guy. You can either just be my friend—my really good friend that I’ll think about for all eternity, or you can be… my friend who I’m allowed to take on dates and kiss in public and have high make out sessions whenever we want…”

Oh! Oh he’s asking you out! You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face, but you don’t realize you’re not responding until he continues with—

“And if you’re not yet over that guy… I think I can wait for you, but I don’t… want to get my hopes up or anything…”

Sero your DICK is on my THIGH!

“Sero, you’re not a rebound. I would be very happy if you would take me on dates, kiss me in public, and have high make out sessions with me. I’d even be happy if I get to call you my boyfriend.”

He beams. “You mean that?”

“Yesss, I do. We were practically dating already!”

“Nahhh, I’ve just been warming you up. You don’t know dating until we’ve conquered the entire laser tag arena together.”

This dork. “Then I’ll wait for that with bated breath. Now, please for the love of god, fuck me before I explode!”

“Oho, we can’t have that…”

Sero lines himself up with center, allowing his cockhead to toy with your hot, needy entrance. He curses and rolls his head back as he inches himself forward, testing your heat before pulling out completely. His eyelids grow heavy when he pushes into you again and you feel yourself clamp down on him. You whimper. He feels bigger than he looks and it takes some pull before he’s completely inside you, but god, oh god, after you get used to it, you can’t help but moan as his dick slides in and out of you.

“Mmmphhhfuck, that’s good.” Slowly, Sero rolls his hips, gently fucking you at a near excruciating pace. He breathes through his teeth as his cock grinds into your walls. It feels fantastic having the head of his cock rubbing against the certain spot deep inside you. His arm wraps around your back and he pulls you flush against him, your breasts bouncing against his chest as he quickens the pace, kissing you fiercely, hungrily , while his hands lock you into place.

“You don’t know,” he seethes, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

He bites down in your neck and you claw at his back, mewling. The force, even though he’s taking his time, is addicting and you find yourself syncing up with him in no time; cursing, and panting as you sync up with him. He feels so good that you could cry, instead, you beg.

“More,” you sigh, practically his humping cock, “please Sero. I ahhh~ I need more!”

Sero growls and it sends you body spinning with lust and agony. He pushes you back down and forces himself to his hilt, making you cry out in sheer ecstasy. He presses his hand against your belly, pulls out and pushes back in with the same extremity. “More?” He growls in a sort of sensually dark tone that floods your body and shakes you to your core. “You want more, babe? I’ll give the princess anything she wants!”

“Fuuuck!” You cry, filling the room with pathetic moans as Sero drills into you with such indignant fury that it nearly makes your eyes go black. Your body grows wet with perspiration and lust, Sero pushing into you with pools of his own sweat meshing with yours.

He silences your pathetic moaning with a violent kiss, biting down on your bottom lip while he greedily paws at your breasts. Then, he stills completely, pulling back, fanning your face while he pants, “ho ho ho, amiright?”

“PFFFFT NOOO!!” Your belly clenches as the two of you bust out laughing, until Sero eyes completely glaze over.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he groans. “Keep laughing, that feels so—ohhhhh fuck!”

Something completely takes him over and you laughter turns to screams of delight when he starts completely pulverizing you with such an intense, bruising velocity that you could see your soul escape your mouth. He slams into you, lifting your leg over his head, keeping his quick and relentless pace until you feel his cock begin to throb.

“You’re. Just. So. Fucking. Hot!” he says through gritted teeth. His fingers quickly dance around your clit, rubbing at your pleasure until you feel yourself coil and your cunt flutters around his girth. “God, I can feel it. You’re close. Fuck! Babe, you need to cum. Princess, please, I can’t-!”

“I’m ~nggg~ so close!!”

Sero kisses you, shoving his tongue against yours, urgently needing to taste you. His dick twitches within you, his fingers desperately trying to get you to keep up. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck. Your coil breaks. You clench around him and allow waves of pleasure to burst through you as he rams into you with rigorous intent. You cling on to him, crying out about how good he feels, how you can’t stand not having him fill you up, how you want to feel his everything deep, deep inside of you.

Sero grunts and ruts into you. Warmth floods your core as thick ropes of cum line your hungry walls. There’s so much and it doesn’t seem to stop coming as he slows his grooving, kissing your forehead while his orgasm chases yours. You breathe in sync with one another, staring each other in the eyes, unsure of what to say, what to do, before he finally pulls out and let’s you leak onto the cushions.

“Oh, whoops,” he says, inspecting the mess. “Lemme just— warm towel…”

He hops up, but you grab him by the wrist and pull him down into a kiss. He grins against you and you feel yourself growing jubilant with everything that just happened.

“You’re incredible,” you say, holding him there for a moment before letting him back up.

“No, you.”

“Pfft!”

“I mean it!” He brings his hands up in mock defense. “You have no idea! You have no idea! I just-! Lemme get a towel and then I’ll shower you with praise!”

Sero is gone and back in a flash, warmed wet towel in hand. He takes his time wiping the sweat off your body, making sure to talk uncharacteristically sweet to you while he takes care. He wraps you in the blanket that hath forsaken him and cleans the white mess on the cushion before joining you under said blanket. His body is warmer than the blanket and you love it.

“Sooo… the movie. Movie night with my girlfriend!”

“Ha! That’s right! This is one of my favorite movies so you better pay attention! No distractions!”

“Mhmmm,” he hums half-heartedly. “No distractions.”

But even while the movie plays, your warm bodies are pressed right up against each other. There’s definitely going to be more distractions. The two of you have been waiting for this for too long, and Sero has to prove that he’s not just alright, and he certainly wants to learn all about your secret Christmas kink.

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bellesque · 4 years

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One Kiss (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Also available on my AO3.

Rating: G Word Count: 2.5K Tags: Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers, you’re angey and tom calms you down Summary: Whenever one of you is upset, you and your best friend Tom head to your favorite ice cream parlor to vent and eat your feelings. Usually you feel better afterwards. For some reason, this time, a cone of your favorite flavor and a rant doesn't quite do the trick.

A/N: Hey y'all. Life's been keeping me busy, but I'm back with another Tom oneshot! This was inspired by a conversation I had with a friend about being calmed down by someone she likes. I hope you enjoy!

YOU’RE SEEING RED.

You grind your teeth, feeling the muscle in your jaw twitch as you stalk away. You knew not to engage, not to start fights with people unless you knew you could finish them, but this time they had crossed a line. The safest and smartest course of action for you right now is to literally walk away from it before you do something you regret.

You’re not sure where you’re going exactly. All you know is that you need to get away from Point A and get to Point B, wherever the hell that is.

Rounding the corner to get to your car, you huff at the memory of the things that were said about you. Of the things that were said to you. It all sends a fresh bout of roiling anger to pulse through your veins.

The car door swings open way too wide and you get into the driver’s seat, slamming the door with more force than necessary. You exhale, your eyes scanning your reflection through the rearview mirror. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes filled with cold rage, your mouth is pressed into a hard line. It’s only now you realize that you’re actually shaking—and then, without warning, you feel hot tears well up in your eyes.

Angrily you swat at your face, your eyebrows scrunching together in frustration. Damn it, why do you have to be an angry crier?

Taking a few shuddering breaths you manage to get your emotions under control, although the frustration still lingers like a gentle nudging.

You can’t stay like this forever. It’s in your nature to feel things and then let it pass, but it isn’t completely out of your system yet; you need to vent.

You try calling your closest friends (all 3 of them), only they’re all busy. It’s fine. You don’t hold it against them, knowing everyone has their own life to live. Only it bothers you a little to think that some of them simply brushed you off and changed the direction of the conversation.

Which leads you here, in the parking lot of your favorite ice cream place. You came here in the hopes of cooling off by buying yourself your go-to ice cream, except you’re short on cash. Which means no ice cream for you, and your irritation levels are still pretty high.

The interior of the car begins to feel suffocating as your mind stews in dark thoughts. You climb out and lean against your car, observing the vehicles passing by on the highway that stretches before you with your arms crossed and your expression sullen.

And then someone calls out your name tentatively.

“I didn’t order anything,” is somehow the answer that spills from your lips, and you don’t bother turning around to check if the person has left or not.

He comes into your peripheral vision, but you don’t look at him until he says, “I knew it was you!”

“Oh. Tom. Hi.” You hastily shuffle your features into a polite smile, an alien action considering you want to be doing anything but that. You’re still a little (considerably) mad.

Tom is an acquaintance to you, a friend of a friend who you met at a small social dinner. You haven’t communicated with him since you were introduced all those months ago. You’re surprised he even took the time out to say hello to you today, seeing as you’ve barely had any interaction with him. He could have easily just went about his day without sparing a second glance at you.

He shifts on his feet, hesitating, before he pulls you in for a half hug. As all awkward encounters go, you’re not sure what to do. You can sense him wondering if his hug of greeting is crossing any line so you make it a point to pat him on the shoulder, letting him know that it’s not a big deal. You’re even rather touched at the action; Tom has always been the portrait of a perfect gentleman, and though you barely know him, you know the kindness and concern he has for others is genuine. The man’s hugging you, all warm and amiable, for goodness sake.

“It’s nice to see you,” you say when you pull away.

Tom smiles, his chin dipping minutely in acknowledgment. “And you too. Did I hear you correctly earlier, did you really not get any ice cream?”

“Oh, uh…” You let out a sheepish laugh. “It’s… fine. It’s nothing. I just…” You look around the parking lot. “Like coming here for no reason…? Ha, no, actually I, uh, needed to let off some steam.” Your babble makes you cringe. Maybe it would have been better if Tom hadn’t stopped to be polite. It would have saved you from wanting the earth to swallow you whole right now.

There’s a subtle shift in the expression Tom wears as he studies you, so slight that you could miss it entirely—only he stands close enough for you to notice the concern in his eyes and the knitting of his brows.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” he says, and the sincerity in his tone almost kills you. “I should have seen that you wanted to be left alone. I hope things turn out alright.” He lays a comforting squeeze on your shoulder. “It was nice meeting you again. Hopefully I can see you another time under better circumstances.”

And before he can take three steps away from you, you call out to him. “Wait.”

You catch up to him and take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I was being rude. I actually wouldn’t mind the company?” Your statement comes out like a question: a silent invitation for him to stay with you.

It’s ridiculous, you think at the back of your mind. An overstep, considering you just brushed him off earlier and he likely has other plans. But the way Tom simply beams at you, offering to pay for your ice cream (“You wouldn’t come here to just sit in the parking lot. My treat”) abates your aggravation by the smallest degree. You need a friend. He may not be the one you anticipated, but you’re grateful all the same.

He asks about your day and you find yourself pouring out your frustrations, being vague at the beginning until you’re telling him every little thing that’s happened today that went wrong. And he listens with patient understanding, his attention solely focused on you as he sympathizes and empathizes in all the right moments. It’s cathartic, the way you’re able to release everything through words, and Tom doesn’t interrupt you whatsoever. By the end of it, with your stomach full and your heart light, you realize that the afternoon with him was spent fixated on your woe-is-me ranting.

“You don’t deserve that,” you tell him afterwards. “I’m sorry for dumping all that on you. But I’m also really grateful, so, thank you.”

“Don’t apologize. I know what it’s like to need to let things out.” He gives you a genuine smile as you rise to your feet. “I presume now we’ll be keeping in touch?”

“Not just about this situation, I promise,” you grin. “But really—thank you. You really calmed me down.”

“Always happy to help,” he replies, his kind eyes crinkling, and you hug briefly—this time not awkward at all—before parting ways.

Over the next few weeks, you keep in correspondence with Tom. You learn about his work and he talks about his day and vice versa. You talk about your favorite movies, your favorite books, analyzing and exchanging theories. What once was mere acquaintanceship has blossomed into friendship, and you know it isn’t one-sided when Tom calls you, his voice nettled, and you immediately suggest to meet up at the ice cream parlor.

“But I mean,” you add, in fear of… something, you’re not quite sure, “only if you want to.”

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

And so it begins. The ice cream parlor becomes your unspoken sanctuary for when times get tough and one of you needs to get something off their chest. It’s a good friendship, you think, the fact that you’re there for each other in the hard times as well as in the best and goofy times.

You’re happy and content to have someone like Tom in your life. A constant, nonjudgmental, and low-maintenance friend. He isn’t there for just the times you need to vent, no, your friendship has turned out to be something wholesome. You find yourself seeking him out when you have something you want to share, be it something good or something bad, and almost always your mood lifts when you’re with him.

Which is exactly what you need right now.

It’s been a pretty bad day altogether: from the moment you woke up this morning it seemed as though everything was going downhill. You want to have a good cry, to scream and yell. So much has been building up inside you that you’re tired of fighting and you really just need your best friend.

Wow, he really has become your best friend.

It’s the middle of the night and you’re waiting in the ice cream parlor parking lot, a ball of angry energy. You’re pacing—something you don’t do very often—just to calm down a little.

It doesn’t help.

Tom arrives shortly, but he doesn’t acknowledge you. Good, because he knows you need this time to stew a little. Instead he makes a beeline for the ice cream shop’s interior, and he comes out with two cones in each hand. He hands one to you wordlessly.

“Go,” he says, and at the single encouragement you launch into a long-winded detailing of your day. You’re grateful that the shop’s not particularly busy today—your voice is taking on a pretty loud volume in the parking lot, rushed and strained and emotional. You expect to feel the calmness wash over you as soon as you’re finished with your story and your ice cream.

Only you’re still mad.

“Tom. Tom, I’m still mad,” you say, the urgency in your tone almost comical.

He’s thoughtful and quiet, sitting on the hood of your car. “Well, love, sometimes—”

“I don’t really need a speech right now,” you snap. Shit, this is bad. You’ve never once taken out your frustrations on Tom, but that’s also because usually some ice cream and yelling does the trick for you. You’re in foreign territory, and you don’t like it. “I’m sorry, I’m just super stressed.”

“I can see that,” he comments, his blue eyes fixed on you as you begin to pace again.

“It’s just—” You catch yourself before you can rehash everything you just told him. You round on him. “Tom, calm me down. Don’t talk me down, just…”

He rises to his feet, and you continue pacing. “Fuck, why am I so mad?” you hiss, mostly to yourself.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know!” You stop, raising your hands up in annoyance. “Distract me, anything to get my mind off it. You should be good at that, you’re supposed to be my best friend.” It’s not his fault you’re still nettled, of course it isn’t. You know that. But your emotions are getting the better of you, and everything is starting to spiral. You’re sure Tom is going to be upset with you after this. He doesn’t deserve this version of you. And so you begin to berate yourself, your anger now directed at you and your stupid tendency to—

Tom grabs you by the shoulders and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

All the fight from your body seems to dissipate at that very moment, and you stare up at him, dumbfounded. A warmth begins to spread across your body, and it’s not from the previous frustration you were feeling. Your best friend, Tom Hiddleston, he—

You blink. “Did you just—”

“Did it work?” he asks, his voice just barely above a whisper. His gaze is soft, tentative, scanning every inch of your face for any sign of emotion. You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Dumbstruck, that’s what you are. You didn’t think something as simple as a forehead kiss would render such an effect on you. “Did it take your mind off things?”

“Y-you caught me off-guard,” you answer, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“Then I guess it did.”

Your cheeks are warm. Damn it, you never expected to be quieted in such a way. But he’s right—you’re no longer upset, but now all you can think about and obsess over is the way his lips gentled the roaring tigress in you.

You look back on all the times you spent together: how he’s been there for you, and you for him. Silly moments and silly photos. The fuzzy feelings you tried to quell whenever they’d come up. But now they’re here, at the fore of your consciousness, and you fidget.

What are the odds…?

“I’m still a little upset, though,” you say, your voice a little shaky as you take one step closer towards him. You’ve never felt this bold, your heart slamming against your ribcage. Looking up at him, seeing the wonder and longing in his eyes, you think—shit, you hope you’re not wrong—that you both are feeling the exact same way.

His arms settle around your shoulders. Safe, tentative, unsure. “Oh?” He brushes a lock of hair away from your face. Platonic? Could be, to some outsiders. But it’s the way he’s looking at you that gives you the confirmation you need. Here, in this moment, you’re in your own little bubble, the air that was once thick with frustration now thick with tension.

“Yeah, just a little.”

“Do you need another distra—”

You plant your hands on his shoulders and tiptoe, bringing your face to his and kissing him full on the lips to silence him. His arms snake around your waist, delighting you, and your fingers find themselves entangled in his gorgeous curls. It’s not how you picture first kisses to go, but it’s somehow exactly how you pictured kissing Tom would be like. Soft. Sweet. Like coming home.

You pull away, slightly breathless, and Tom rests his forehead against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he mutters, his eyes closed.

“Hey now, I kissed you,” you tease, giggling. His eyes open, and his grip around your waist tightens.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” And he pulls you in for another kiss, just as sweet as the first. You think you will never get enough of this, if this is going to be your new life together. You didn’t realize how many romantic feelings you’ve suppressed, but now that they’re finally out in the open it only feels right. To be here, in his arms, in the parking lot of your favorite ice cream place.

You gently place your hands on his chest and your lips part. “I don’t think the staff would appreciate a makeout session out here,” you grin.

Tom’s hand finds yours, and he brushes his thumb over your knuckles before bringing them to his lips for a kiss. “You’re right. Another round of ice cream?”

“I’m in.”

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ersatzworlds · 4 years

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Out of Sand (ateez mingi oneshot)

Warnings: Vague mention of death

Genres: Slight fluff, unintentional angst

Word count: 2.0k

A/N: Wanted this to be done for Halloween but I’m soooo damn late lol

The heavy metal door opened with a loud bang. It echoed above the city, over the quiet streets below. You had never intended to make so much noise. You were meant to be discreet, but you couldn’t be bothered anymore. You were too focused on him. Your ears drowned in the sound of his little giggles, taking them in like a song. You looked back at him to find a toothy smile on his face, his crescent eyes meeting yours. The sight made your heart melt and your knees weak, and you found yourself giggling along with him.

“Are you sure we can be up here?” you whispered, though you were only half serious. “Because I’m pretty sure this is trespassing.”

“Don’t worry, I do this all the time,” he answered, grinning wide. He lead you to the edge of the rooftop.

You were almost certain that you were both breaking a few laws, but you trusted him. You trusted him, despite only meeting him a mere eleven hours ago. Strangely, he gave you a sense of comfort, a sense of security. There was something that attracted you to him, something that went beyond looks. It had pulled you to him when you spotted him across the room at your friend’s party earlier, standing by himself on the sidelines of the crowd. You’d kept your eye on him for a few minutes before deciding to approach him. He had introduced himself as Mingi. You had spoken to each other—maybe flirted a little—and next thing you knew, you were leaving the place together. The decision was unlike you, but once you had ditched the place, you would not regret it.

Mingi had guided you on a spontaneous trip around the city to explore its evening beauty. It was wholesome and completely unexpected, though you weren’t sure what you had expected when you had left with him. Hours of strolling up and down streets, of talking about anything and everything, of stealing shy glances at each other had went by in the blink of an eye, much faster than you would have liked. You both had wanted to do one more thing together before parting ways, which led you to this rooftop.

“Look, we made it just in time,” Mingi said, pointing towards the sun that slowly began to rise behind the concrete buildings. It was only then that you realized the night sky beginning to change: midnight blue turned light, and soft yellows and oranges tinted the sky.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumble, not taking your eyes off the picture perfect view. You leaned against the rooftop railing, immersed in the show of colours.

Mingi hummed in response. He turned to you after a moment. You looked back at him. The morning rays made his skin glow. Shadows were cast on his face, defining his features. His gaze was soft and a little lost, his eyes a little glassy. They looked straight into yours. “Beautiful,” he repeated.

Despite the cheesiness of his timing, you couldn’t help but blush. A small smile curled the corners of your lips, and you looked down in an attempt to hide it. His hand lay near yours on the railing, and you had a strong urge to hold it. Mingi had respected your personal space the whole night, for which you were thankful, but suddenly you craved his touch.

“This may sound really stupid,” you begin as you stepped closer to him; a bold move to make considering how nervous you were, “but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” Your eyes averted his for a few more moments, deciding to focus on the necklace around his neck—an hourglass.

Mingi’s other hand carefully moved up to your face, but stopped before his fingertips could graze your skin. His hand hovered; he was nervous too. On the railing, your hand inched closer to his. When your fingers touched and intertwined, Mingi let himself caress your cheek. His skin was soft but cold, almost icy. You leaned into his touch and looked up at him, meeting his gaze once more. He leaned down slowly, closing the space between you two. Your eyes fluttered close, awaiting the feeling of his lips on yours.

...

You think about that night often. Nine months have passed since then, and you have yet to see Mingi again. You never got his number so you couldn’t call him. You asked your friends about him, looking for a way to get in contact with him after that night. But they didn’t know of him. He disappeared, vanished. It’s your very own Cinderella story, though instead of a glass slipper, all Mingi left behind were your memories of his smile and a lingering feeling of his touches on your skin.

Today in particular you’re thinking about Mingi a lot. From the moment you woke up, you had him on your mind. The thought came with a strange feeling in your chest that you did not know how to interpret. The feeling poked at your heart the whole morning as you got ready to leave for school. Now as you stand at a crosswalk, waiting for the lights to change, the feeling travels up to your throat, forcing you to hold your breath.

You look across the street. Standing at the corner is Mingi. Your heart feels as if it’s about to explode. You do a double take. You’re not mistaken; it really is him. You spot a smile on his face as he looks your way—he notices you. When the traffic lights change, you cross the street, trying not to smile too wide, trying not to run towards him. He waits for you on the other side, and you find it harder to hold your excitement as you get closer.

“It’s been a minute,” you say when you stand directly before him. You fail to suppress your grin.

A small smile adorns his lips. “It has.” The two of you stand still, silently staring into each other’s eyes.

Although he seems taller than you remembered, Mingi hasn’t changed much since you last saw him. His gaze is still gentle, and his voice still sends a slight tingle down the back of your neck. His features are simultaneously soft and hard, giving him an enigmatic attractiveness. The longer you stare at him, the more weak you feel in the knees.

Mingi is the first to break eye contact. He clears his throat as he looks around. You remember that you’re both standing at the corner of an intersection. He rubs the back of his neck, his words coming out rushed. “I want to apologize for disappearing for so long. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have—”

You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish. He blinks before swallowing his words. He restarts, slower this time, “What I mean is… it would have been nice if we had crossed each other sooner. I really enjoyed myself last time we went out.”

You smile and nod happily. “I’m glad life has allowed us to meet again.” Mingi looks as if he wants to say something, but he just smiles. “If you aren’t busy right now, would you like to go somewhere, maybe grab a coffee?” you suggest.

“Don’t you have classes today?” he comments playfully.

You shrug. “It won’t make much of a difference if I skip one day.”

Mingi chuckles. “Alright, I’ll take you up on that offer. But rather than getting coffee, I think I have something better in mind.”

“Lead the way. I’m up for anything.”

The two of you walk down the street. He lets you update him on your life. You tell him stories from the past nine months, ones that you planned to tell him when—if ever—you saw him again; ones that you’ve practically rehearsed in your head. He listens intently, gazing over to you with what, you believe, can only be adoration. It puts a permanent smile on your face, but you can’t help but notice that he’s acting a little different. It bothers you to your very core.

Mingi brings you into a building, taking you up a flight of stairs. You don’t realize its familiarity until you reach the top. It makes you giggle.

“I still think this is trespassing,” you joke, looking around the rooftop you still remember fondly. You come face to face with Mingi at the same spot you stood together months ago. His eyes look sad, you now notice. He stays close to you, his hand cupping your cheek. It’s colder than you remember. You put your hand over his. “What’s wrong, Mingi?”

He glances at your lips for a moment, but he takes a step back with a sigh. “It’s difficult to explain.”

“You can tell me. I wanna help you in any way I can.”

Mingi doesn’t look at you. You squeeze his arm to get his attention, but he doesn’t budge. You fall silent. Only the faint sound of the traffic below echoes between you two. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally speaks. “Theoretically,” he begins quietly, “if the sand flowing in an hourglass begins to run out, but someone turns the hourglass over before the last grains fall, what happens to the countdown?”

You take a second to answer, trying to understand his question. “Turning over the hourglass would simply allow the sand to flow back, so technically the timer would just continue,” you answer slowly.

“And if that person were to continue to do this process,” he adds, “but some of the sand spills out every time the hourglass is flipped over, what happens then?”

“Well, eventually there won’t be any sand left. That’s when the time runs out.”

Mingi nods. He clears his throat to speak in a normal voice. “You know… my job is usually pretty simple. It’s redundant and draining at times, but there’s always something interesting happening.”

When he says this, you realize that Mingi has never actually told you about his job. He lifts his head. His eyes are watery. “But I made a huge mistake. I messed up because I was selfish, and I just kept messing up and… and…”

You take hold of Mingi’s hands. Your thumbs brush over his skin, trying to calm him. You wait for him to catch his breath. He calls your name softly. You hum in response.

“Do you remember when you were five, the day you were in that car accident?” he says suddenly, to your surprise. You don’t remember telling Mingi about your accident.

“How… how do you know about that?”

“And when you were nine, you got really sick and you were stuck in the hospital for weeks,” he continued softly. “And when you were thirteen you fell and hit your head—”

“Wait.”

“—and at sixteen you fainted at school.”

“How do you know about all that?” you repeat, your voice unstable. By now, you’ve taken a step back, letting go of Mingi’s hands.

“I was there… I was there after your accident when you were five. I was there when you were nine, when you were thirteen, when you were sixteen, eighteen, twenty.”

“I don’t understand.”

You’re shaking.

“Nine months ago, on the night that you met me, your drink was heavily spiked. You overdosed. You… you weren’t supposed to survive.”

Something in Mingi’s appearance changes before your eyes. There’s a glow to him, like dark mist, and a thin black shadow extends behind him in the shape of an angular hook. The necklace around his neck becomes very apparent all of a sudden; an empty hourglass. You don’t yet notice the tears on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. There is so much pain in his voice; its sincerity breaks your heart. “I should’ve just done my job properly when you were younger. You could’ve been resting peacefully for years now. But instead I convinced myself that I was saving you. I kept coming back to you and I got attached to you… I loved you…”

Mingi approaches you. You’re frozen in place. With his cold hands on your shoulders, he whispers, “I don’t want to let you go, but I can’t keep you alive anymore. I’m sorry.”

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jincherie · 6 years

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Wanted | 05

pairing: Jungkook x reader genre: space!au, alien!au, sci fi, alien!jungkook, soulmate!au words: 9k rating: nsfw (refer to warnings) warnings: gore, blood, death (not main), torture, unpleasantness, pain, etc, kookie gets fucking p i s s e d notes: oh boi ((also this might feel short for conflict but a reminder: this is a miniseries, and was originally meant to be a oneshot c: ))

You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.

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The butterflies still hadn’t left your tummy.

You were by the window once more, butterflies fluttering insistently against the walls of your stomach as you recalled, once again, the events of the past several days.

You’d woken up yesterday around mid-afternoon, after you’d fallen asleep for the second time following your night of festivities, and had found yourself securely nestled in Jungkook’s arms. There was something about waking up in his embrace, surrounded by the scent and feel of him, that set your heart alight and felt so right, so wholesome and soothing to a deeper part of you, that you didn’t know how to explain it. Unlike when you had awoken earlier, Jungkook was already half-awake by the time your eyelids fluttered open, his fingers sleepily pressing and tracing patterns over your waist and hip.

A soft noise had escaped you as you woke completely, stretching slightly in his hold, and he’d chuckled, blinking at you to clear the sleep from his eyes. Your breath was stolen from your lungs as your gaze found him, the sight of him with hair dishevelled from sleep and slightly puffy eyes too much for your heart to bear as he grinned at you, yawning slightly.

“How do you feel?” he’d asked, low, raspy timbre awakening a swarm of butterflies in your tummy as his dark eyes found yours. “We drank a lot last night, is your head okay?”

You couldn’t stop the fond smile from stretching your lips. You felt fine physically, and combined with waking up next to him… you’d never admit it, but you felt amazing. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

Jungkook’s marks flushed pretty pink as he beamed at you, chest swelling with affection. “I am fine.”

You’d spent a little longer, there in each other’s arms, before there came a knock on the door and you finally were forced to re-join the rest of the world. You’d stretched as you rolled off the bed and onto your feet, stumbling slightly as the effects of laying and sleeping so long caught up to you and you braced yourself against the wall. You could have sworn you heard a muttered, “oh my gods” from behind you, followed by mumbling in another language, but ignored it in favour of regaining your sense of balance and control over your limbs. Jungkook must have slipped from the bed himself at some point because his hand was soon on your waist, helping to brace you, and he gave you a soft smile as you looked up in surprised.

You thought you would be more embarrassed, especially after your realisation earlier in the day, at the sudden close proximity, but you found yourself drinking it in instead.

“Did you enjoy the festival?” he asked softly, accent curling slightly around the sounds as his thumb came up to brush over your cheek. You weren’t surprised when your heart flipped inside your chest.

“Yes!” you grinned, warmth blooming behind your lungs. “I did, a lot. Thank you, Jungkook. It was amazing.”

The King looked pleased, chest swelling happily at your answer, and you opened your mouth to continue when there was another insistent knock at his door. You smiled sheepishly, turning to make a hasty exit when his arm looped around your waist and tugged you back, spinning you so you were against his chest and his nose was brushing yours. You were frozen a moment, trapped in the sheer intensity and adoration in his gaze before his head dipped and he pressed a soft, tentative kiss against your lips, your eyes closing instinctively.

It was indescribable, the way your heart sang in his presence, at his each and every touch and caress. It was impossible to put into words the way he made you feel with just a chaste press of his lips against your own. He was pulling away before you knew what to do with yourself, smiling at the way you’d subconsciously chased his lips.

Your eyes met his once more and his marks were gentle rose, cheeks aflame beneath them. His hands burned where they sat against your waist. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For coming with me. Thank you for helping me make new memories.”

Your gaze had softened, smile gracing your lips as you leant up and pecked him once more. The surprised look on his face made you want to giggle as you parted from his form, grinning. “You’re welcome, Jungkook. Now, I should probably get going, before whoever is out there knocks again. I’ll see you later!”

And with that you’d grasped the door and slipped out, greeting a shocked Seokjin as you went and darting back in the direction of your rooms. Your heart hadn’t stopped pounding until you were back in the safety of your room.

You hadn’t seen him since then, since yesterday, but you weren’t all too surprised, and weren’t too bothered either. He was a King, he had responsibilities, and besides; you needed the time to think.

You didn’t want to leave.

But you knew, eventually, you would have to. Taehyung had been making serious headway with the radio and you didn’t doubt that any day now he’d have it back in working order to contact the rest of your crew and tell them your location and your predicament. You wanted so badly to stay, but you knew the garrison weren’t ever going to stop chasing you— and that meant your crew too. You had an obligation, a responsibility to keep them safe, and that was why you couldn’t stay. As long as there was a danger to your crew— the garrison— your job wasn’t done— you couldn’t afford to be selfish when it put your crew, your friends, at risk.

It didn’t change the fact that a part of you, a very large part of you, wanted to stay.

Almost as though your mere thoughts alone had summoned him, Taehyung burst into your room without warning, scaring the absolute hell out of you. A sharp sound that somewhat resembled a squawk escaped you as you spun in alarm.

“y/n!” the blonde gasped, a large, boxy grin stretching his lips. “y/n, you’ll never guess wh—”

“Don’t just do that, you ass!” you placed a hand over your heart where it was beating frantically against your ribcage from being torn so violently from your reverie. “Did you have a reason for bursting in like that and nearly giving me a heart attack?”

Taehyung grinned, bouncing in place. “I did it, y/n! I fixed the radio!”

You snorted, “Yeah, I didn’t think s—what,” you halted, his words catching up to you. “You— you fixed the radio?!”

His eyes were bright as he nodded frantically. “I fixed it and ran back as soon as I was done— you’re our captain, so I think it’s only fair that you be the one to use it first and contact them.”

You still weren’t over the shock of what Taehyung had told you, but bit by bit the joy and elation was taking over you, and his words added a soft warmth in your chest. “You— Taehyung! You fixed it! Oh my gods, you little engineering genius! Come here—!”

You lurched across the room as you spoke, grinning, and threw yourself onto the unsuspecting male, hugging him in your excitement. “I’m so—! Wow!!”

The blonde laughed, returning your embrace before he pulled away, beaming brightly with eyes alight in excitement. “Come on, let’s go: the radio is waiting for us at the ship.”

You grinned, looping your arm through his and shooting him another smile. “Lead the way, oh genius engineer.”

x x x x

You’d exited the palace with little to no troubles, the guards having let you leave without so much as a second glance. You knew technically, according to the deal you’d originally struck with Jungkook, you weren’t meant to leave the palace with Taehyung, but at this point everyone trusted you enough they were unconcerned. You were pretty much allowed free leave.

The vibrant, luminescent colours of the forestry never ceased to amaze you, even as you walked through it now, tailing behind Taehyung. You’d forgotten the way to the ship, you hadn’t visited it since you first crashed, and so he’d been forced to take the lead. You didn’t mind though; it allowed you time to think, and admire the scenery around you. The blonde was humming as he strode ahead, and the comfortable cease in conversation allowed your mind to process the emotions that had been thrown upon you so suddenly, and the ones that now welled in the stillness of your heart.

Elation, joy, relief— it was like a weight you didn’t even know existed had been lifted from your chest.

But at the same time, it was like it never left. Something new pressed your ribcage down against the singing of your heart, something heavy and foreign, and it took you a while to realise what had prompted the situation.

Taehyung fixing the radio had suddenly hastened the arrival of the inevitable— it was easy to push it off and aside when it was just a thought, your escape from this planet, but now it was a stark reality. With the radio fixed, you could finally contact your crew and send them to retrieve you. But when they arrived…

You would have to leave.

You were at war with yourself, internally. You knew you needed to leave, you knew since you first landed, you knew it— but now, as you were walking towards the ship and the working radio, preparing to contact your crew and confirm that fact, more than ever you were consumed by the fact that almost all of you, your entire being, didn’t want to. The desire to stay welled within you, rising within your throat and choking your breath as it exited your lungs. You didn’t know how you’d gotten to be this way, so enamoured with the planet, the people, Jungkook. You should have stopped yourself when you still could, but feeling the way you did now… would you really have been able to?

Taehyung ceased his humming momentarily to turn and shoot you a bright smile. “What are we going to do after they pick us up?” he queried, eyes singing with warmth and happiness. There was a bounce in each step he took. “I can’t wait to get my hands on a star burger!”

You attempted to return the smile. “We’re still on the run, Tae. I don’t think we’ll be able to stop by an interstellar fast food chain like Star Boy’s for a while.”

The blonde whined, muttering something dramatically before he slowed his pace and dropped beside you, expression growing uncharacteristically serious for a moment. “How are you feeling?” he asked, deep tone soft against your ears and harmonizing gently with the quiet sounds of the forest around you. “Are you okay, now that we’re leaving? I know how close you’ve gotten with the King…”

You shot Taehyung a grateful look, touched that he knew you so well and was concerned with how you were feeling. “I’m happy,” you answered, eyes training over the flora before they met his own once more. “But honestly? I… There’s a very big part of me, that doesn’t want to leave. Even in the little time we’ve been here...”

Your eyes caught sight of metal glinting up ahead, shining through gaps in the trees. Your steps came to a gradual halt before you broke the treeline, gaze returning to Taehyung as that weight over your chest welled in your throat and bubbled forth, tipping from your tongue in an impromptu confession. “Taehyung, I think I love h—”

You didn’t get to finish. Before the last words could even come close to leaving your mouth there was a massive, overpowering rumbling as something moved overhead, a large shadow falling over the two of you, and the ground quaked and shook beneath your feet. You had a split-second to turn your gaze back in the direction of the ship, and it was all you could do before a whirring sound, all too familiar to your ears, greeted your senses and you felt energy rush over your limbs— and then the ship that was before your very eyes one second was blown to pieces in the next. Heat and fumes knocked into you as your ship was shot by a heavy laser turret weapon and exploded, twisted metal and bolts lucky to have survived sailing through the air. All of the air left you at once and your heart stopped in your chest. You felt gutted. The radio—

There was a heavy, booming THUD as the large vessel that had no doubt just blasted your ship to smitherines landed somewhere nearby and you were suddenly struck by the realisation that someone had just shot your ship—

Someone had come for you, and there was only one answer as to who.

Your body jerked into action before your mind could even think to move, hand grasping Taehyung’s as you whirled and dragging him with you. “That’s a garrison ship—fuck, we have to move!”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice, spinning on his heel instantly and joining you as you sprinted back the way you came, frantically dodging logs and branches. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get far, you wouldn’t be able to get away— they’d landed s close, too close— and it was only a matter of time before they were on you.

“I thought they couldn’t come here?!” Taehyung panted as you fled, breath coming quicker, shorter, as his stamina depleted. “Don’t the Kelkie and the Union have an accord—?!”

You shook your head, narrowly avoiding a branch to the face as you ducked beneath it. “They don’t care,” you rushed, trying to quell the anxiety and distress rising within you. “They want the object I took, and apparently they want it badly enough to break the accord and risk war.”

The blonde made a noise of distress, but was quickly cut off by the sound of twigs and branches, carried by heavy, thudding footfalls, from your left. It was the only warning you got before the first of the soldiers emerged from the trees, just as you reached a small clearing of sorts. They caught sight of you within seconds and you knew then you had to decide what to do. Your body, your mind, your instincts urged you to flee, but you knew it would only give them a better shot. Making a split-second decision, you bent and scooped up a heavy, inky-coloured rock.

And pelted it at one of the three soldiers that had entered the clearing.

It connected with his head harshly, instantly rendering him unconscious and you had the decency to feel a little guilty before you were running up to another of the soldiers and delivering a kick to knock the blaster out of his grasp. The gun went flying, but the soldier was not deterred, whipping out the standard daggers each soldier was issued and lunging for you with a cry.

The sound of Taehyung engaging with the remaining soldier greeted your ears distantly as you fought your own opponent, barely managing to dodge his swipes and only just landing hits at each opening he provided. You’d grown slack in your training since being here, and it was evident now as you fought the soldier sent to retrieve and-or kill you. Logically, you knew you needed to finish this fight and run once more if you even hoped to get away before more soldiers came, but a part of you, deep in the back of your gut, knew you weren’t going to be able to do that. And it was right.

Your fist connected with the soldiers head in a final, deciding blow— but it was too late. The window of opportunity you’d had, the opening to flee, was quickly destroyed as more soldiers trickled into the clearing. They entered in a fluid stream, more than you could count, and soon you and Taehyung were back to back and completely surrounded, an alarming amount of blasters pointed right at you and robbing you of any freedom you had to move, to think.

Your mind hadn’t even registered your current situation and its hopeless odds of escape when three new figures entered the makeshift circle, and a voice, all too familiar in its harsh, gravelly tone, greeted your ears.

“General l/n,” a tall, gangly form, the origin of the voice, entered your direct line of sight and you snarled. Your old superior, Commander Marsh, wore an expression of spiteful glee, pernicious intentions residing unabashedly in the depths of his light eyes. You could feel Taehyung trembling slightly in fear against your back. “It has been so long since we last spoke!”

Another form, the shortest of the three, spoke before you could spit your response. “She is a General no more,” Commander Lee, a slight man with sharp features and beady eyes. “Nothing but a disgraced thief, a traitor. It took us too long to locate you, l/n, but rest assured now that we have you, you will be punished for your crimes, filthy defector.”

You snarled, “Try it, it will be the last thing you do.”

The final form, a man bulkier than Lee, stockier than Marsh, and more dangerous than both combined approached with hard features and fury boiling unkept in his gaze. His voice was lower, but no less powerful as it collided with your ears. “Your front does not scare us, girl. You will be punished, and we will have the object that was stolen from us by your thieving hands— if we have to tear it from your bloodied, broken fingers, then so be it.”

You couldn’t help the instinctive sharp bolt of fear that shot down your spine, your mark tingling as the hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your fight or flight response began to kick back against where you held it down and suppressed it within you, panic welling in your lungs. If they got their hands on you, and inevitably found out you didn’t have the object, you were going to die, and it wasn’t going to be a quiet, gentle affair. They’d probably torture you first, prolong the pain and agony before they finally finished you in the cruellest way they could think of.

You couldn’t stay, you couldn’t allow yourself to be taken so easily.

Your elbow nudged against Taehyung twice subtly, hoping he got your message, as you spat a response to the despicable men before you. “If you think I’m ever going to let you have it, you’re sorely mistaken.”

As soon as the words finished slipping from your tongue you dug your foot into the earth before kicking it up, blanketing the commanders in a wave of dirt and blinding them momentarily. You had about a second of opportunity and you took it, Taehyung understanding your message and moving with you as you darted towards the closest soldiers, the commanders outraged yells echoing against your ears. With them as authority figures here, the soldiers would hesitate to shoot without direct orders, and you took advantage of that, barrelling past two and kicking the back of their knees as you went so they wouldn’t be able to turn and shoot you straight away.

You were strung as you ran, it felt too easy, too good to be true— and it was. You managed to get no further than ten feet when there was a sharp bang from behind you and a woosh, before something cold and heavy was clamping around your neck and a split-second later you were in agonising pain. Electricity, sharp and hot, bolted through your veins and over your limbs and you fell to the floor as your legs refused to support your weight anymore, no better than fluid as your body crumpled.

The scream that tore from your throat was sharp and raw, hands flailing wildly to the contraption around your neck and fingers clawing at the unyielding steel before the shock intensified and you could no longer control your movements. Distantly, you heard Taehyung let out a similarly pained noise and you knew with a sickening sense of realisation that they’d gotten him too. He was in pain, and you’d failed.

Your breath came heavy and uneven as the pain stopped, but you couldn’t move your limbs. It was like the nerves had been stunned and fried, your nervous system overloaded, and you could do nothing as Commander Choi came to stand behind you, hand brandishing a smoking gun you hadn’t noticed in his hold before. His boot came to land over your immobile shin, heavy and unforgiving, and if the sharp, stabbing pain that followed didn’t tell you he’d snapped your tibia then the resulting snap and crunch certainly did. You couldn’t help the rough, agonised scream that tore from your throat, your vocal folds the only muscles that seemed to be working as the rest of your body twitched and burned, consumed by the excruciating flames coursing over your skin and along your limbs. Your lungs struggled to take in the air they so desperately needed as the pain peaked and the commander increased the force on your shattered shin. Tears stung your eyes as you gritted your teeth and tried not to scream again, the mark on your nape burning, burning, burning, hotter and sharper than the rest of your body.

“I think the only one mistaken here, girl,” the commander spat, beady eyes narrowed as they bore furiously into yours. Fear gripped your heart firmly in its icy clutches, choking the breath from your lungs. “Is you.”

x x x x x

Ever since the day you’d woken up in his arms after attending the Lunar Null festival with him, Jungkook hadn’t been able to get you out of his head— not that this was anything new, of course. You’d had a way of entering his thoughts unsolicited ever since you’d arrived so unceremoniously on his planet, and while at first it had bemused him, now it was something he’d grown comfortable with. He embraced it, mind now wandering willingly to you over the course of the day. What you were up to while he was away, fulfilling his duties as a ruler, where you were, what you were thinking— what you thought of him. Despite being someone who usually remained easily unaffected by others, you unfailingly rendered him a flustered, nervous fool. He could only thank his lucky stars that you didn’t know what the colours of his marks meant, for they already bared an uncomfortable amount of his soul and thoughts to the world and if you were to know their meaning too, then he really thought he might die of embarrassment. The smug, teasing looks from his two advisors whenever they glimpsed the colours across his cheeks and arms was already more than enough to make him wish the floor would swallow him whole.

There were so many strange, foreign aspects to the relationship between you, he didn’t think anything in his life could have prepared him for navigating them. He wished that was the reason why he was such a mess around you, with you— the fact that he was thrown so forcefully in the deep— but it was also because of you— you….

You were an enigma. Jungkook knew he didn’t have a Fated One, a soulmate, but with you, even if just for a little while, it was so easy to pretend. You set the fire inside him alight like nothing else, and he didn’t know what exactly it was about you that drew him in so, but at this point such details were trivial to him, inconsequential. Everything about you lured him in, and he obliged happily. He figured maybe it was okay, it was absolutely fine if he didn’t have a Fated One, so long as he had you.

But at the same time, a sense of chagrin accompanied those thoughts. He knew you couldn’t stay forever, he was almost painfully aware of it. Your friend, Taehyung, had been fixing the radio of your ship for weeks, and he knew it could be any day now that he would finally be done, and then you would leave. It was undeniable, the fact that he wanted with almost every fibre of his being for you to stay, but it was so horribly selfish of him he didn’t dare breathe a word about it. He hadn’t told neither Jimin nor Seokjin, but he knew they had caught on even without his admittance.

Jungkook let out a soft breath, slightly amused. Even now, as he conversed with Jimin on important matters regarding his kingdom, you permeated his thoughts.

“Your Majesty,” Jimin spoke, a hint of exasperation in his tone. Jungkook’s gaze whipped back in time to catch the knowing look on his advisor’s face, brow cocked and lips curved slightly at their ends. He had the decency to flush in light embarrassment at having been caught in a daze.

“Jimin, you know you don’t have to call me that when no one is around,” he said, shifting in his seat at the table they occupied, scrolls, forms and agreements splayed across the inky, polished surface. His raven-haired advisor grinned.

“I know,” he said, placing the scroll in hand onto the table. “It is habit.”

Jungkook offered an understanding smile, the older male about to continue speaking when there was a sudden commotion outside the room, the heavy doors swinging inwards and bringing with them two guards and a sudden heavy, sickening sensation in Jungkook’s gut. He stiffened, the hairs on the back of his neck quivering to a stand and his instincts firing off as the mark over his throat throbbed in a way it never had before. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong.

The guards panted lightly, just barely out of breath, and both Jimin and Jungkook stood from their seats, the latter trying to calm the sudden roiling, nauseous sensation twisting in his abdomen as he straightened fully and turned his gaze to the newcomers. He recognised the guards as two that were stationed in one of the towns not too far from the city.

“What is your business interrupting an important meeting and the King’s time?” Jimin queried, voice firm but not harsh. He seemed to sense something was off as well, limbs coiling in preparation.

With each second that passed the feeling within Jungkook grew, a deep harrowing pit growing in the centre of his being that seemed to drop and swallow his insides whole. Something was very off, something was absolutely not right. The realisation as to what teetered on the precipice of his mind, so close to enlightening him yet so far away the stress within him could only grow.

The bulkier of the two guards was quick to blurt their reason for interrupting, alarm lighting in his eyes and his markings a shifting citrus yellow that Jungkook knew was only a few shades from fear. “There was a disturbance in the forest, near the south river district. There was an explosion, where the human’s ship was located. Some of the townspeople have reported sightings of a large vessel near the site.”

Panic, sharp and cold as it wrapped its icy tendrils around his lungs, welled within him as the sensation of dread that had been plaguing him suddenly began to make sense.

It was like he’d lost control of his voice, his mouth, as he turned to Jimin before he even comprehended it. “Where is y/n?” he demanded, eyes wide as panic clutched him tighter and for some reason his mark burned.

Jimin didn’t even question why you had been his first concern, of all things. “She left the palace this morning with the other one, Taehyung. I believe he was showing her the radio… at their ship.”

Jungkook’s teeth bit harshly into the flesh of his bottom lip, mind whirring and body coiling to take action and move, when the other guard spoke up.

“There is something else, Your Majesty,” he said, voice quivering slightly at the dangerous look that had bloomed in his King’s eyes. “The ship the townspeople sighted, they swore it belonged to the Garrison.”

The young King could have sworn his heart halted in his chest, instantly making connections with the information provided and realising that if she wasn’t already before, right now his human was in danger. He hardly registered the alarmed exclamation from his advisor as he moved, the guards shifting aside just barely in time as he barrelled past them at top speed, bolting in the direction of the Armory.

The halls were a blur, a convoluted cocktail of sheer panic and fear that something had happened to the human who was meaning so much to him fuelling his movements as he ran faster than he was sure he ever had. He reached his destination in almost no time at all, yet he was painfully aware of each second that passed as he tore into the room and made a beeline for his swords where they sat on the wall. The second they were safely in his grasp and sitting in the holster he tied around his waist with a familiar weight that almost—almost— soothed him, he was off once more, barely registering the sight of Jimin running after him and calling out for him to wait, Your Majesty, Jungkook, just wait!

He couldn’t wait, not when he had such a condemning feeling of dread weighing his stomach down like he’d consumed a sack of rocks, not when he knew— knew deep within his being— that something was wrong, something was not right, and it had to do with you.

He didn’t know what he would do if something had happened to you, if you were hurt, or if you… He couldn’t even bring himself to think it, the sharp pain that stabbed his chest too much to bear as he ran from the palace. He easily exited the grounds and burst into the forestry around his home, bolting in the direction he knew your ship to be in— or at least, whatever was left of it by now. He needed to know if you were okay, that you hadn’t…

There was hurried footsteps behind him that echoed his own and he knew Jimin had followed, and although he couldn’t think to turn and thank him he appreciated it more than the older Kelkie would ever know.

They reached the clearing where your ship had once lain, and to the King’s horror all that greeted them was flames and soot, the wreckage that had once resembled a vessel for flight now unrecognisable as it lay in torn, wrangled pieces across the scorched soil. There was no way anyone within a certain radius could have ever survived a blast like this, and instantly it felt like Jungkook couldn’t breathe, lungs constricting and heart straining.

“Jungkook.”

Torn momentarily from the panic and dread beginning to consume him as his mind refused to acknowledge the sight before him and what it meant, the young King turned to his shorter advisor.

Jimin’s entire expression softened at the look on his King’s face. “Jungkook, they didn’t make it here. Their scent stops before the treeline and angles away sharply.”

In his panic, Jungkook had almost forgotten that one of the areas Jimin excelled in was tracking. He felt a fool for not realising and remembering sooner, but couldn’t afford to beat himself up about it. Jimin shifted, leading the way as they ran once more, this time following your footsteps in an effort to find you. They reached a clearing, and Jungkook almost grew frustrated before he caught sight of a disturbance in the mud and soil to the side, the grains sticking together unnaturally and darker than they should be in the light. He instantly moved over and the sickening feeling in his stomach was confirmed. Blood. Human blood, and as Jimin confirmed when he came closer to investigate, it was yours. Jungkook had never felt such instability, such unrest within him before in his life— he felt like he was going to explode at any second, disintegrate into nothing. He wasn’t sure what was holding him together, but he needed to find you. He fought to keep his breathing even as Jimin informed him there were many other people here, and almost in a trance they followed your scent further as it disappeared into the treeline once more.

Foreign sounds and sensations began to greet his senses as he grew closer to wherever you were, and it was just as the two of them emerged from the trees and caught sight of the massive, looming spacecraft that had landed on his planet without regard, trees and shrubbery crushed beneath its weight, that he heard it.

A scream, distant but so clear against his senses it was like he was witnessing it right there in front of him, tore into the air, polluting it with the raw pain and agony the sound carried and at once Jungkook had the sickening realisation that it came from you; the scream was yours. You were in pain— someone was hurting you.

He saw red, scalding and unstoppable as it bubbled forth within him and filled him to the brim.

Whatever had been holding him together crumbled and when there was a shout from their right, two human guards standing by the docking bay and raising their blasters to shoot, he flew from his position by the trees.

“Jungkook—!”

Jimin’s shout of alarm fell on deaf ears as Jungkook shot forward, consumed by the fury he felt at the fact that you were hurting, you were in pain, and someone was inflicting it upon you. The human guards shot, fingers tugging the trigger moments too late as Jungkook dipped back below the line of fire and skidded along the forest floor towards them, hands grasping the hilts of his blades and pulling them from his sides with ease. With grace and fluidity that could only come from years upon years of practice, his arms swung up and the tempered metal of his curved swords sliced through their weaker human flesh without meeting a shred of resistance. They fell to the ground and he rose just as quickly, Jimin hot on his heels as another scream pierced the air and he bolted into the bay of the ship.

He was going to find you, and he was going to make whoever was hurting you regret ever laying a single finger upon you.

x x x x

Fire blazed over the skin of your back, deep and so hot—scalding, scorching— you thought your flesh was going to melt right off your bones. Your breath came in ragged pants, pain throbbing all over your mistreated form. An ache tugged your arms where they met their sockets, shoulders stiff, your knees rough and scraped as they rested against the ground and the remainder of your weight was suspended from your wrists where they were bound above your head. The material of your shirt had no doubt been torn to shreds over your back from the numerous lashes you’d received, the harsh flicks of the jagged whip strands and the welts they left behind. You forced yourself not to look down, scared of the amount of blood you’d see pooling beneath you, seeping into your clothes.

“I don’t think you understand the situation you are in,” a voice, cold and dispassionate, cut through the pain-induced fog in your mind, fear trickling into your lungs despite your schooled expression. “You have no value to us— your life, means nothing to us. We will do whatever we must to get the object you stole, and you’re going to give it to us, one way or another. The condition you’re in when you do… is inconsequential.”

Feet entered your fuzzy vision, combat boots stopping in front of you and you knew at once from the rigid posture it was Choi. Without a single regard for the consequences, you spat the blood and saliva that had collected in your mouth at his feet. You should have expected the sharp kick that instantly flew at your face in retaliation, steel cap of the boot meeting the throbbing line of your jaw and eliciting sharp, pulsating pain as your head was knocked to the side and a grunt tore from your throat. Thankfully they’d left your face alone for the most part, only a couple of blows having met the tender flesh, but you knew it was only because they needed you to be able to talk.

“Ah, l/n,” your glare whipped to the tallest of the three generals in the room as he stepped around your side from where he’d been behind you, placing the spiked whip down on a bench and picking up another utensil, flicking a button at its base. You watched, dread beginning to fill you, as the sharp, pointed tip began to glow red, then amber, and finally white-hot. “You always were my favourite of the generals. Always so brave, so foolish.”

Marsh turned, a smile on his lips but danger in his eyes. “I never forgot your defiance, girl. I’m going to enjoy watching it crumble before me.”

You didn’t respond, jaw clenched with the effort it took not to shake, not to let them know how much it really hurt, how close you were to letting the tears well in your eyes.

“Where. Is. The object?” Choi’s boot came up and he stomped the heel into the giving flesh of your thigh, forcing it to lower and put pressure through your calf against the shattered bones of your lower leg. The scream that climbed your throat almost escaped, your teeth gritting so hard, so painfully you were worried you were going to shatter them from the force it took to contain it.

You refused to respond, just as you had each and every other time they’d asked so far. Choi’s expression hardened at your continued silence and he nodded to Marsh. Instantly there was a pleased noise from the commander behind you and the tip of the poker lashed across the torn and abused skin of your back, searing the nerves across your flesh as it tore open another wound and singed it as it went. Breath expelled from your lungs sharply at the pain, and like a fool you thought that would be it, you thought he was done.

He was not.

With glee he brought the poker back, not to lash across your back once more, but to dig it sharply into one of the many open lacerations across your skin. It was excruciating, the pain that followed, and it burned so badly, so deeply, that when the raw, ragged scream tore up your throat this time you couldn’t contain it. It pierced the air sharply, a tangible sign of your agony, and you could see the commanders’ visible glee at the bloodcurdling noise that rung against their eardrums and filled the small space of the room they’d trapped you in.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere!” Marsh crooned, digging the poker in once more so suddenly and so sharply, before you had even a chance to recover, that another unwitting scream tore your throat raw. Your eyes stung, wet with tears you could no longer hold back. It was too much, too much heat, too much pain, too much too much too much. “Don’t hold out on us, sweetheart! I’ve been waiting a long time for this!”

“Where is the object, girl?” Lee stepped forth now, you could barely register the movement through the stinging blur of your eyes. “You only have so much skin to mark, only so many limbs to take. Tell us where it is before you lose more of yourself than you can handle.”

Marsh removed the poker from your flesh long enough for you to catch your breath and form a response, your breath ragged as it left your lungs. You lifted your head to meet their eyes, speaking despite the fact you knew you were only making things worse for yourself. You allowed a sardonic smile, void of humour, to slip onto your face.

“Fuck you,” you spat once more, and as a result the poker returned to your flesh and your leg was crushed beneath the force of Choi’s boot yet again. You didn’t even hear the scream this time as it escaped you on a will of its own, your thoughts too overtaken by the excruciating pain to focus on anything else.

They continued interrogating you, and each time they demanded the location of the object you refused to indulge them. They grew tired of the game you were playing very quickly, and you were growing too delirious from blood loss and pain to continue your charade. You didn’t know how much longer you were going to last, or how well you could hold face. You had given up trying to quell your screams— you no longer had the energy to fight such an uphill battle.

Choi scoffed at your form, beaten and panting as you dripped blood, sweat and tears onto the now-filthy metal flooring. The only thing holding you upright was your wrists tethered to the ceiling, the rest of your body slack and sagging.

“Enough,” Choi hissed, seething, throwing his fist to the side and slamming it against the wall with a loud, metallic CLANG. There was a distant noise from the halls beyond the room, but none paid it any mind. “I have had enough!”

“You think there is going to be an easy way out for you? You think we’re going to kill you now, put you out of your misery?!” His thick, squared fingers dug harshly into the tender flesh of your chin, jerking your head to face him and you were frightened at once by the savage look in his beady eyes. “No, general, there is no easy way out. You cost us dearly, and until we find that object there is no end for you, no relief.”

“Every day you refuse to tell us is going to be a day you suffer even more,” spittle flew into your face in his fury, fear gripping your heart tightly in its icy clutches as your lungs froze against the burning agony throbbing throughout your entire body. His eyes swept over your bloodied form, “But clearly, this isn’t getting the message through. Every day you refuse to tell us where the object is, we are going to take something from you like you took from us.”

He straightened, releasing your jaw roughly. “Why don’t we start with those thieving hands of yours, hm? Lee!”

It felt as though your heart had dropped from your chest and through the floor, fear cutting easily through the haze in your mind. Your hands, your hands— your eyes caught on the medical-grade bone saw Marsh was pulling from a desk to the side and panic welled suddenly within you. You tried to move but the ache, the pain, was too much.

“We’ve stayed on this planet long enough; it was a risk coming here in the first place. We need to leave before the Kelkie find us and we’re held responsible for breaking the accord,” Choi spoke to the smaller, slighter man. Lee seemed disappointed he would be missing out on the action but nodded nonetheless. “Set the coordinates for Galactica, we take off immediately. Oversee departure while we teach our little thief here to keep her hands to herself.”

The commander nodded, muttering an affirmative and giving you one last glare before he spun and marched to the heavy, metal door. He exited, a slam signifying his departure, and you were suddenly reminded there was a world outside of this room, outside of your pain— Taehyung. You wanted to cry, shame welling up within you. You couldn’t believe you’d forgotten about him— they were probably torturing him just as they were you, and you couldn’t protect him, hadn’t protected him. You’d failed in your most basic duty as his captain, as his friend, and it hurt more to acknowledge that than anything that had been inflicted upon you in this room.

Your mark burned, untouched on your nape but alight with the same throbbing pain as the rest of your body, the rest of Choi’s words catching up to you. Setting coordinates… they were leaving, you were on the ship and you were leaving too. Your heart panged violently, twinging at the thought of Jungkook. What would he think? That you’d flown and left him without breathing a word, without so much as a goodbye? You felt nauseous, wondering if he was thinking your actions, the feelings they conveyed, had been fake, or a ploy. They hadn’t. They hadn’t, they hadn’t, they hadn’t— they had been anything but fake. But how would he know that? You would never get to tell him, and the thought tore your heart asunder. Your head swam, and you were no longer sure of the exact cause. Gods, how had things gone so wrong?

Choi turned back to you, malice and hate curling in the depths of his eyes as he stepped closer, holding his hand out for the bone saw. Marsh handed it over begrudgingly, and the second the shorter man flicked it on and the sharp, horrendous buzzing entered the air, your fear was rekindled tenfold. You wanted to move, to shift away, to struggle, but your body was leaden and tired, unwilling to follow your directions, your internal begging and pleading to just move, please move.

“Hold her still, she’s going to struggle,” Choi spat, readying the saw and waiting for the other to restrain you.

He didn’t manage to take even a step before there was a strangled scream from beyond the door, a loud, echoing BANG resounding through the air as something flew into the door with incredible force and at once the scream cut off wetly, the metal dented and caving inwards. The commanders stood frozen, and your heart was racing fast, so fast, too fast against your bruising ribcage your head swam, it was swimming and the water, the fog was so thick—

There was another bang as the door was forced inwards, a body crumpling to the floor in an almost unrecognisable mess of red and gore were it not for the uniform scraps with gold along the shoulders. The sign of a commander— Lee.

Fear choked your breath in your throat as your eyes locked on the doorway, terrified of what was about to come through.

You couldn’t have ever prepared yourself for the sight of the Kelkie King, breathing heavily in the doorway with silken clothes soaked in blood and twin, curved blades in his hands dripping onto the floor.

It was too fast for you to register straight away in your hazy state of mind. Jungkook’s eyes, wild and furious and feral, landed on you for the barest of seconds before sheer, unadulterated rage lit in his gaze and it whipped to the only two other people in the room, the remaining two responsible for the state you were in. It was like a switch had been flipped, and Jungkook flew into action. It was over in a matter of seconds— he was faster, stronger, and infinitely more furious than they were, and they never hoped to stand a chance against the unfiltered wrath of the Kelkie King.

Before your very eyes, you were reminded of the rumours around Kelkie, the most dangerous race in the galaxy. It was with practiced ease that Jungkook drove his sword through Choi’s middle, and with such incredible and unchecked strength and force that it pierced through him completely and embedded deep into the metal wall on the other side. Jungkook didn’t miss a beat as he turned, remaining blade in his grasp, and used it to slit the throat of the gangly commander that had enjoyed torturing you so. It was a deep cut, so deep it nearly severed his head from his body completely and instantly his form crumpled to the floor.

Jungkook remained in position a second, and you could feel the fury, the rage rolling off him from where he stood. Tears budded in your eyes— he was here, and you wanted to touch him, to hold him, to just—

Attempting to move only brought a whimper to your lips, and at the sound it was like Jungkook had been shocked, sword dropping from his grasp with a metallic twang against the floor as he spun on the spot and his gaze fell upon you once more.

Instantly tears welled in his eyes and he stumbled over his own feet as he hurried to get to you, trembling as he tripped to his knees before your tied form. His gaze flew over your face, your body, and you knew he was still angry, still furious, but he was also blubbering as his trembling hands came to cup your face so gently you could have wept.

“J-Jungkook,” you were blubbering too, so sore and aching and so happy to see him. Your head was still swimming, but you could bear it a little longer.

“y/n,” his voice was so soft against your ears, his thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks even as they ran down his own, dragging clear rivulets through the splattered blood on his face. “My little human, you— I—”

A shuddering breath escaped you, and with it another whimper as the pain you’d tried keeping out suddenly came rushing in. Your eyes clenched shut and Jungkook jerked back, eyes flying to the binds that kept you in place, the blood pooling on the floor, and the torn remains of the shirt peeking around your ribs.

“Shh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” he soothed, thumb quivering as it ran over your skin once more. His forehead rested against yours for a long, soothing moment. “You’re okay, you’re doing so well, stay with me, okay?”

“I am going to get you out of here. We are going to go back to the palace and you’ll be safe there and we’ll heal you.” You opened your eyes, vision blurry, to see Jungkook rising from his position on the floor, moving behind you to release you from the binds that held you. As soon as the shackles removed and the ropes no longer carried your weight, you fell forward, whimpering as your elbows met the metal floor and your back curved instinctively, causing another wave of pain to throb atop the already present layer. You felt it as your hair and shirt fell out of the way, leaving your back and neck exposed, but couldn’t muster the energy to care. You almost missed the sharp inhale from Jungkook and winced, thinking your wounds must be much worse than you thought.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, forcing yourself to remember priorities. “Need to find Taehyung…”

“Jungkook wh—” there was a sudden, familiar voice from the doorway, out of breath as he cut himself off.

“Jimin,” Jungkook spoke, an unidentifiable emotion causing a waver in his tone. “Please find Taehyung and make sure he is safe.”

You turned your head in time to see Jimin nod and dart off, and, sated for now, you allowed your body to sag. Jungkook rushed to your side, alarmed. “y/n!”

“I’m okay,” even as you spoke you had to admit how feeble you sounded.

“You’re not,” Jungkook muttered, fingers hovering over the torn skin of your back, and strangely, your neck. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. Come on, let us get you home, okay?”

You didn’t even register his words as he gingerly grasped you where you were least injured, helping you to a standing position. Black spots instantly swam across your vision and you teetered, losing balance and accidentally putting weight on your injured leg. A sharp cry of pain escaped you and in an instant, instinctive effort to take the weight off your leg you crumpled. Jungkook caught you before you could fall, alarm colouring his tone. “Your leg is injured, what— oh.”

He caught sight of your swollen limb and his words died in his throat. He returned his gaze to your face and could see you were losing consciousness more and more with each second.

“Come on, little human,” he ignored the tugging of his heart as he scooped you gently into his hold, arms at the back of your thighs with your legs either side of his waist. It was the best he could do since he couldn’t touch your back. Your arms wound instinctively around his neck, head resting on his shoulder as he began to move quickly from the room.

You couldn’t hold out any longer, lulled from your remaining shreds of consciousness by the safety now encompassing you; the warmth, the security. Surrounded by Jungkook’s scent, his embrace and each tender touch, you allowed yourself to finally let go, slipping into the welcoming tendrils of unconsciousness.

The sight of a bloodied hallway, corpses lining the walls, the floor, a trail left in the wake of a furious Kelkie, was the last thing that greeted your eyes before finally, soothingly, everything went black.

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Stranded

I'd wanted to do so much for MeiCree Week, but the semester got really dangerous for me and I had to put off all the stuff I had in mind (MeiCree Week also fell on the same week as Finals Week). Thankfully, I got this one done. Kinda. It was rushed, so I didn't get around to doing exactly what I wanted to do with it, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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Oneshot

Genre: Romance

Pairing(s): McCree/Mei

Rating: T

Summary: Mei and McCree get separated from the rest of the Overwatch team and end up stranded in a cabin until help can arrive.

For the Day 4: Weather prompt for MeiCree Week.

Warning: I don't really know too much about the whole Ecopoint: Antarctica thing or Mei's backstory, so I thought I'd take some liberties here. Apologies to lore fans.

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Stranded

There had been an avalanche and Mei could barely remember how they got to their current location. All she knew was that she was having flashbacks of that horrible event at Ecopoint. Only this was worse. They had access to a cabin and little else. There were some dry goods that were stored at the cabin thankfully, but they had only the technology they brought with them, which was very little. If things became terminal here there was no chance for cryostasis.

She tried contacting the rest of their team several times to no avail. She was thankful, however, that she was at least able to contact McCree. Their communication devices had a pretty long range. How far could the rest of their group have gotten?

She could feel herself going into a panic, so she lay her hands on top of her head and took deep breaths. "It'll be okay. This isn't Ecopoint and we're not experiencing overpowering weather conditions. It'll be okay," she told herself.

She almost squealed when she heard McCree come into the room. Thank goodness she wasn't there alone.

"Found some essentials. Axe fer choppin' firewood. There's plenty of trees around. Even found an old weather radio just in case."

That was good to know, but she sure hoped they wouldn't need it.

"Whoever was staying here also stocked the place with firewood so if the others can come for us within the next few days, we won't have to fend fer ourselves."

That didn't make her feel any better either. "Well, there are dry goods, dry milk and canned goods here as well as bottles of water. Enough for several weeks."

"Don't wanna get that comfortable here. Let's hope fer somethin' a little sooner."

She nodded. Even though she was always ready for cold weather, she didn't want to have to go through what she went through back then. What a nightmare. What a long and lonely nightmare.

"But don't you worry about a thing. I'll make sure to protect you. I've got survival training so I can keep a fire goin'. If nothin' else, we'll be warm."

But for how long? What if some monstrous storm blew in and kept them from even opening the door? What if they ended up having to stay there in the freezing cold for weeks? What if one of them got sick or hurt? Neither of them had much medical expertise.

There were so many other things that could go wrong.

What if the owners of the cabin came back and didn't want them there? What if the owners weren't in the mood for sharing? The place had obviously been stocked only recently. Someone was bound to return soon.

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They had a simple dinner of rice and beans. It didn't sound very tasty to her at first, but once she realized that her tummy was grumbling, she thought she'd try some. It was actually very good.

"Where did you learn to make something so simple taste so good?" she asked.

McCree chuckled. "I lived a rough life when I was young, so I learned to make do with what I had. It turns out you can do a lot with simple foods."

Mei hummed happily. "Well, it's delicious. Thank you."

"Yer welcome." He had finished eating long before she had and he was taking a look at the fireplace. "I won't make a fire til after sunset. In the meantime, we should stay active so we don't get too cold."

Mei frowned. He already seemed to be shivering. Personally, she was fine with the current temperature. That was due to her ever-present winter jacket. She watched as he wrapped his serape around himself. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"I don't know. We could play games or somethin'. Somethin' to take our minds off the cold."

"Games? Like indoor sports or something?"

"Right. We should run around or somethin'," he said.

She nodded. "We could play hide and seek."

"Great idea, li'l darlin'. Let's do that."

It seemed pretty silly to do something so childish but it was the only game she could think of at the time.

They played rock-paper-scissors to see who would be 'it' first. She lost.

"Okay. We'll keep score. Best of three wins. The table will be the safe zone. I will count to 20 before I come looking for you," Mei told him.

"This should be interestin'," he added.

Mei covered her eyes and started counting without warning. She could hear him scrambling to find a place to hide.

"Ready or not. Here I come," she announced.

She hadn't heard the creaky staircase, so she deduced that he was still downstairs. After searching the kitchen and the bathroom, she really began to wonder where he was. Then she heard spurs jingling behind the stairs and giggled to herself.

"You should have taken your boots off," she called out.

As soon as she got close to the stairs, she heard socked feet stumbling around behind her. McCree had made it to the table. "Too bad, li'l darlin'. Maybe next time."

She laughed. "You're pretty good at this game, aren't you? How did you do it?"

"Well, when ya had yer back turned, I just tossed my boots behind the staircase," he told her with a laugh. "Alright, my turn."

When he started counting, she tiptoed away. There was a perfect little closet just up the stairs that anyone would miss if they weren't paying attention. She could risk the creaky stairs and hide there.

Once there, she sat quietly on the floor. She knew that he knew that she'd come up there. Once she couldn't hear him moving around anymore, she slowly opened the door and peeped out. When she saw that he was standing there, she squealed and backed further into the closet.

McCree walked into the closet so he could tag her properly. "Gotcha fair and square. Don't try to get away."

Mei surrendered and let him put his hand on her shoulder. She pouted, but only for a moment. "Just tell me how."

"I'm a pretty good tracker. I heard the stairs when ya came up. The rest of the cabin floors are kinda noisy, so I figured ya went here." He looked around the closet. "It's warmer here than the rest of the house. Let's stay here for a while."

The closet wasn't very big. They both barely fit once the door was closed.

"I'll see if I can find a light switch," Mei said, suddenly feeling nervous.

Maybe this was one of those closets that had no inward light switch. She hadn't really checked. Then again, she didn't think they'd be in there together trying to keep warm.

"The hot water heater must be below us or somethin'," he hypothesized.

"Maybe," she agreed quietly.

They stood there for a while and she couldn't really think of anything more to say.

McCree moved a little closer to her. "Nah, I think it's you. Guess ya radiate a lotta heat."

Well, she did have on a huge jacket, but she was beginning to think it was something else. Maybe it was him. He was the one who was radiating heat. She could even feel it through her jacket.

Mei tried her best to look up at his face, but it was too dark to make out any features. It was probably for the best. She knew she wouldn't be able to look at him for very long anyway, since he was so close to her.

And McCree was being pretty quiet. She wondered if he was trying to look at her in the dark as well. She wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure what she should say.

After a few moments, she felt his hand touch her arm and she gasped, flinching a bit from the contact.

"Oh, sorry. It's a li'l close in here. I can barely move," McCree said. "But yer really warm. Do ya mind?"

Did she mind what?

She was barely able to ask herself the question before she felt McCree's other hand on her other arm and he pressed their bodies closer together. It seemed like a good idea to Mei to hold her breath and squeeze her eyes shut. In a weird way it was like he was hugging her.

Without thinking about it, she put her arms around him and snuggled in closer to feel his body heat. And when she finally began breathing again, she inhaled his scent—the faint smell of old aftershave, cigar smoke, gunpowder and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. It wasn't a good smell, yet for some reason it seemed to rouse everything behind her eyes.

Mei wondered what it would be like to have more of that scent all around her. She imagined his hands on other parts of her body. She began contemplating more active ways that they could keep each other warm.

Wait! The two of them had worked together often enough and she'd known McCree for a while now. So, why was she suddenly having less-than-wholesome thoughts about him? Was it their closeness? Was it his scent? Was it a combination of the two?

"M-maybe we should think about keeping warm some other way," Mei finally stammered. She didn't want to keep thinking those inappropriate thoughts, yet what she'd said had sounded more suggestive than she'd wanted it to sound. "How about building that fire?" she added quickly.

"Oh, sorry. Ya never gave me permission. I kinda just...," McCree said, voicing an incomplete thought. "Yeah, let's go build that fire."

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Soon....

She watched as McCree began setting a fire. He'd obviously done this plenty of times before. If they'd had him around during the Ecopoint crisis, they may not have had to resort to cryostasis. Then again, during the Ecopoint event they still hadn't had enough food or supplies to last until help arrived 10 years later.

Would they be stuck here in this cabin for the next 10 years with no possibility of cryostasis as a solution? No, there was no storm. They were just temporarily snowed in. And they couldn't communicate with anyone. But unlike Ecopoint, no one knew where they were.

Mei could feel her eyes beginning to water. A little sniffle called McCree's attention to her. She didn't really want him to see her cry. But there was nothing she could do about it now.

"What's the matter, li'l darlin'?" he asked.

Mei wiped frantically at her tears. Did she really want to tell him?

He finished setting the fire, then joined her on the couch.

"I'm sorry. It's just that...," she began. She didn't really want to talk about something so melancholy when they were trying to keep their hopes up.

"Come on. You can tell me. I know somethin's been botherin' ya since we got here."

He was right. This had been bothering her since the avalanche. She wiped at her eyes again and sniffled.

McCree pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. Did people even carry handkerchiefs anymore? Apparently one person did. She just looked at it, then looked at him, more tears blurring her vision.

"Oh, don't worry. It's clean."

Mei burst out laughing. "Thank you." A dirty handkerchief was the least of her concerns right now. But he had made her laugh so that was a plus in her book.

"Now, what are those tears about?"

She used his hanky and sighed. "You may have heard about the Ecopoint incident...."

McCree raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I see. Must bring back some pretty bad memories fer ya," he went on.

Mei nodded.

"Wanna talk about it? It might make ya feel better."

This time she didn't hesitate to hand out all the gruesome details. She told him about the horrors of the times before and after the event. And how alone she was once she found out that she was surrounded by dead colleagues.

"I had nightmares for the longest time after that. I still have nightmares," she told him.

"I don't know what to say. Musta been terrible. Is that why ya always have that giant coat on?"

She hadn't really thought about it that way. But no matter what time of year and no matter how hot the weather is, she still wears her jacket.

"Ya know, in case ya get caught up in somethin' like that again?" McCree added.

"I...I suppose," Mei murmured. "I hadn't really considered it."

"Well, considerin' what's goin' on now, it's probably a good idea to always be prepared," McCree told her.

She grinned and sighed. "I guess you're right.... Thank you for hearing me out. I've talked about it before but only in reports. Never to a friend."

"No problem. Anything ya wanna talk about, you can talk to me."

This wasn't a half bad way to spend her time in what could possibly end up being another Ecopoint disaster. Chatting and playing hide and seek with a buddy. At least she wasn't alone. And at least the person she was with didn't seem to mind listening to her.

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Later in the night, the two of them got as close to the fire as they could without catching fire themselves.

"It's actually pretty nice here. It's quiet and no city lights comin' in through the windows. Just the light of the fire reflectin' off the walls."

"Would you prefer I turn on a light?" Mei asked.

"Nah. This is good, just like this. Takes me back to simpler times. I imagine this is what it woulda been like livin' in them old cabins in the wintertime in them old western movies."

She nodded. "Sounds peaceful and romantic."

"I always thought so."

"So, is that the reason you dress the way you do? Because of those old movies?"

McCree thought for a moment. "Yeah. They had a lotta influence on about everything I do," he told her. "There's just somethin' about the way they lived and the stuff they did that just appealed to me."

"Both side of it from what I've heard. You were some kind of outlaw before, right? Then you became a good guy. A hero."

He laughed. "I don't know about all that, li'l darlin'. Just had to change my ways. Didn't sit right with me, ya know?"

Mei nodded slowly. "Sounds like guilt. I can relate to guilt. Just in a different way."

"If yer referrin' to that Ecopoint stuff, ya shouldn't feel guilty about that. You had no control over it."

"But why me?" Mei asked. "There were people there who had families. I was just a nobody with no one to go home to. Just my research."

"Now don't go sayin' that. I know ya feel bad about those other scientists dyin', but you should never regret livin'." McCree looked at her for a long time. "Besides, if you'da met their fate, I never woulda had the privilege of knowin' ya."

Mei smiled a little. "Oh, you're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Naw, li'l darlin'. I'm bein' sincere here. I'm glad I met ya."

"Thank you. I'm glad I met you too," she said.

Mei watched as McCree scooted closer to her. "And I'm glad yer so warm," he added.

Maybe he was just trying to distract her from her own thoughts.

"Oh, how rude of me," Mei said. She finally thought to take off her jacket and share it with him. She wasn't sure if she did it out of kindness or out of an excuse to be even closer to him. "There. Is that better?"

"Much better, li'l darlin'. Thank ya kindly."

Then McCree did something she wasn't expecting. He kissed her on the cheek and his beard tickled the side of her face. She could feel herself blushing and hoped that it wasn't easy to see in the firelight. All those inappropriate thoughts were coming back full force and she had to look away. "Y-you're welcome."

"Sorry if I'm makin' ya feel uncomfortable. I'll stop," he said quietly.

It wasn't like she wanted him to stop. She just didn't understand these sudden and overpowering imaginings. And she wasn't sure if he was just being nice or if he was actually flirting with her. Or maybe he was just bored. There was no way of knowing really.

Either way, she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. While it was indeed making her feel uncomfortable, it wasn't because she didn't like it. So, she summoned up the nerve to give him a quick kiss on the cheek as well. But she wasn't sure what she should say, so she simply gave a small smile.

The look on McCree's face, well, she wasn't really sure what to make of it. All she knew was that his face was inching ever closer to hers. Well, she knew exactly what to make of THAT. He was about to kiss her. But why? Sure, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. And she knew why her own face was slowly inching toward his—her inappropriate thoughts and his scent were to blame. But she had to wonder what was going through his mind to make him even want to attempt to kiss her.

Their lips touched and Mei considered grabbing his sideburns and pulling his face harder against hers. Thankfully she didn't because their kiss was nice. It was slow and quiet and gentle. She could only sigh dreamily in response.

McCree seemed to do the same.

After a long silence, McCree cleared his throat. "That wasn't too forward of me, was it?"

"N-no," she stammered.

"Wasn't too weird or nothin', right?"

"N-no," she repeated.

He breathed what appeared to be a sigh of relief. Then he frowned. "Was it okay fer ya?"

Mei simply nodded.

"Mind if I—" McCree began.

He was interrupted by the sound of one of their communication devices: "Jesse? Mei? Do you copy?"

It was Mercy! They'd come back! What had taken them so long?

Mei scrambled toward their discarded communicators and quickly answered, "Dr. Ziegler! What happened? Where are you?"

"We couldn't get past the avalanche and there was no good place to land for a rescue, so we went back for some suitable equipment," Angela told her. "The weather's getting bad. I'm glad we made it back before it got even worse."

"Oh, thank goodness," Mei said with a smile. She turned to McCree, who was staring at his hands. He didn't seem as happy as she did about their rescue.

"We're following your signal. ETA: fifteen minutes," Angela said.

"Copy. Mei out," she said, switching off the communicator. She crawled back over to where McCree was sitting huddled in her coat. "They'll be here soon. We're getting out of here."

"In less than a day. That's really somethin'," McCree said.

Not only did he not look happy about it, but he didn't sound happy about it either. "What's wrong?" Mei asked, joining him in her jacket again.

"Well, I was gettin' kinda used to the idea of bein' here cuddled up with ya. To be honest, I kinda saw this as an answer to my prayers. I been lookin' fer a reason to get closer to ya," McCree admitted.

Was she hearing this right?

"But a girl like you would never wanna be around a guy like me. So, I was kinda hopin' this'd be my chance to woo ya, I guess," he went on.

It must have worked. She'd never even considered him as anything more than a friend until she was in that closet with him. Not like she didn't find him attractive. McCree was a very attractive man. But she never really even thought of co-workers in that way.

"Thought maybe we'd be here a few days and I'd have a chance to win ya over," McCree explained. He chuckled. "Guess it wasn't meant to be."

Mei didn't mind being around him. And it was so brave of him to admit something like that right to her face. Well, he wasn't looking at her. He was staring at the fire....

Everything was happening so fast that she couldn't think straight. She wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure what she should say.

So, instead of trying to use words that would probably fall short of her meaning, she kissed him on the cheek again and gave another small smile. Perhaps that would get her message across.

McCree finally looked at her and smirked. "Oh," he said as if he knew what she was thinking. "Well then, li'l darlin'. Mind if I kiss ya one more time?"

"I don't mind," Mei told him, practically falling against him for another gentle touching of their lips.

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