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Heal - One Shot

a/n: werewolffry is here!! I rewrote this like three different times because supernatural au’s are just not my thing, but I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. I didn’t research anything, I sort of just came up with my own lore, and based some of it off of the show Teen Wolf, but not by much. Feedback and reblogs are super helpful, I can’t wait to know what you think! I have some other Halloween requests, but keep them coming! I’m hoping to post one every week until Halloween. Enjoy! (not proofread)

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, smut (pegging)

Words: 14.8K

Harry, Niall, and Louis are all werewolves; it was that simple. What wasn’t simple was they were university students, trying to live regular lives. The three of them all came from different families, but these families had truces, so they were allowed to interact. Over the years, hunters had started breaking their codes, and wolf numbers were starting to dwindle, so many families were starting to extend their packs to keep everyone safe.

Harry’s family was probably one of the most important; they were healers. Healers were a rare and special breed of werewolf. They were basically the wizards of their kind. All werewolves had the ability to heal themselves, sure, and they could take the pain away from others, but healers had the ability to fix broken bones, extract bullets and close wounds without stiches, they had herbs and “potions” to help humans when they felt so inclined. They were pure, kind, and empathetic. Anne was the head, the matriarch, and Gemma was next in line. However, Harry, needed to be protected at all costs. Male healers…they were easily persuaded, and often got a little too attached to the people they mated with. The women were much more reserved, careful, so when Harry was in secondary school, and started dating…Anne had Gemma give him a little talk about the birds and the bees.

Now, there were no rules saying that wolves couldn’t date or mate with regular people. Because of the dwindling numbers over the years, many partners were being turned. It was essentially like going through the process of converting religions. There was some studying involved, some promises that needed to be made, and some understandings on both parties’ sides.

The boys had all grown up together, and they all learned how to fight and protect themselves, although, Harry hated fighting. As a healer, he had his qualms about hurting other people. He’d always feel bad if he accidentally hurt one of his trainers, rushing to their side immediately to help them. Louis, once a very free spirit, had become hardened after becoming the leader of his family’s pack. No one blamed him, his immediate family got murdered by hunters. Now all of his cousins and other family members looked to him for guidance. It was why he took a gap year before going to university. He also wanted to wait to be able to go with Harry and Niall. Anne was grateful that Louis would be watching over her son. Niall was great and all, but he could be a proper dolt in his own right. He was a skilled fighter, but that was about all he had going for him.

They were going into their second year, and this year they had a flat all to themselves. Being in the dorms…well, it was nothing short of a disaster. They were in a triple their first year, and that was just not enough space for three young werewolves. Now they all had their own rooms so they could do as they pleased. Harry was excited to start his new semester. There was a girl he enjoyed the scent of that worked at the bookstore café last year, and he hoped she would be returning. She was the only one that made his coffee correctly. Not that Harry was snooty, but he was practically royalty, so he had his moments where he acted a little spoiled. He wasn’t sure how someone could fuck up a small black coffee with a little butter in it, but if it wasn’t her who made it, it was fucked up. She was American, so he had no idea if she had just been studying abroad last semester or not.

As much as he frequented the bookstore café, he didn’t say more than his coffee order to her. It killed him. He wanted to flirt with her, tell her how good she smelled, and god, did she smell good. It’s what drew him into the café in the first place, the scent of honey and vanilla. He didn’t talk to her because he didn’t know her, he didn’t know her family. Anyone Harry dated in secondary school he had known his whole life. He knew if they came from a hunter or not. He wasn’t sure how things worked for werewolves in the states. He had no idea if the codes were different, and anytime he asked his mother about it she just told it was something he didn’t need to worry about. The girl seemed nice enough, but Gemma had explained to Harry long ago that male healers were gullible when it came to the people they wanted to mate with.

That’s not to say Harry didn’t mate…he mated often, but mostly with people he had no mental attachment to. He didn’t like the idea of not having a lot of control over his mind, so he stuck to random hook ups. At first he didn’t believe Gemma when she first explained everything to him once he hit puberty, but when he found himself in the woods one night with a rabbit in his teeth that he had killed for his regular girlfriend, he understood. He dropped it out of his mouth. “She’s not a werewolf, she won’t want that.” Gemma had said as she put a hand on his shoulder. “I know you want to please her, but this isn’t the way.” She had chuckled. His sister had laughed at him. He didn’t want to give her a reason to do that again. Granted, he was fifteen, and in puppy-love, but still.

He had learned to control himself, as did Niall and Louis, when it came to the people he was attracted to. He was cautious and observant, and perhaps would just admire from afar. Much to his delight, and surprise, as he was walking around campus with Niall and Louis before classes started, he saw the girl in the bookstore window helping put out inventory. Harry smiled to himself. Even if he was still too shy to get to know her, he could at least sleep peacefully knowing he’d be getting a decent cup of coffee.

Working at the university bookstore was an easy gig. Sure, once in a while Y/N would get a disgruntled student who wasn’t pleased about how expensive a book or a sweatshirt was, but other than that things were pleasant. She loved seeing prospective students and their excited families come in to buy their first piece of memorabilia. The bookstore also house a small café for students to grab some coffee and a pastry, and sometimes they’d stay to do some studying. Sometimes she was behind the bar making drinks, sometimes she’d be working the register, and other times she’d be in the back taking stock.

One of her favorite customers was a boy she barely knew, but had seen around campus plenty. His name was Harry, and he’d order a whipped black coffee with butter every morning. She didn’t work every morning, but any morning she was working, she’d make it for him. Or, that’s how it was last semester, anyways. She had no idea what year he was, he could have finished school last year for all she knew. Y/N chose to study abroad for the entirety of her college career. She had done some traveling in high school, and loved it. She felt way more independent going to school in England, and way more adult. She and her roommates had their own flat this year, and she was excited to really make the space her own. She was in a cramped dorm last year, so having her own room was a major step up.

It was syllabus week, but she was dreading her Calculus class. It was the last math class she needed, thank god. In her first year she had to take algebra, and then precalc. She was a biology student, so she needed Calculus. It was just a lot to balance with her other major courses. Taking bio, chem, and math classes all at the same time was a pain in the ass. Another pain in the ass was that there weren’t a ton of other girls in her classes. Just awkward boys who thought they were smarter than her. She can’t help her jaw from dropping when she sees Harry walk into the classroom. His eyes scan over his options and then widen when he sees her. He knew he smelt something good. He smirks when he sees her obviously flustered, and he walks over slowly to sit down next to her. He flashes her his award winning, shit eating grin, and takes a notebook out of his backpack. He could feel her heart racing, and he almost felt bad, but her heart did that every time he came into the bookstore café. At first he thought it just did that because she was busy, but he realized soon he just made her nervous. Another reason he didn’t say more than a few words to her, until today that is.

Harry turns slightly to look at her, resting his cheek on his fist. She does a double take and sees he’s looking at her. She furrows her brows at him.

“Sorry, you just look really familiar.” He says. “Don’t mean to stare.” He was trying to play it cool. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker.

“Oh! It’s okay, um, I…I work at the campus bookstore.”

“That’s right! You’re the girl who knows how to make my coffee. I think you’re the only one who works there that can do it right.” He sighs.

“It’s not difficult.” She mumbles. “Maybe it’s just the unusual order that throws the others off.”

“Adding butter to coffee isn’t that unusual.” He rolls his eyes. He was talking to her like they were old friends. Maybe in his mind they were. She blinks at him. “What?”

“Nothing…it’s just, well, this is the most you’ve ever spoken to me.” She blushes slightly and takes a pull from her water bottle.

“I could say the same thing to you, you know?” He smirks.

“I’m not the one with the intimidating eyebrows.” She points at his face. “You’re very serious looking.” She gives him a soft smile to let him know she’s only teasing and he smiles back.

“I’m a bit shy, nothing more to it than that. Promise I’m not some scary monster.” God, the irony could have killed him alone.

“Um, how come you’re in calc one? Like, what’s your major?”

“Art History.” She blinks at him again. “I’m an allied health minor, need stats and calc for that.”

“Oh!” She laughs. “Makes sense.”

“What about you?”

“Biology. This is the last math class I need, thank god.”

“Not a fan of math?”

“It’s not that I’m not, I’m just annoyed. I took calculus in high school, but I didn’t know about the math placement assessment last summer, so I had to start out in college algebra last fall. Big waste of time.” She sighs. “Art History and allied health, that’s an interesting combination.”

“Needed a backup, you know how parents can be.”

Truth be told, Harry would go off to be a doctor if he could, but he’d expose himself no doubt. People would catch on to him working “miracles”. It was the empath in him, he just wanted to help anyone and everyone. His mother allowed him the minor for a couple of reasons. One, to scratch his itch for wanting to help people, and two, to learn more about how the body worked so he could properly heal others.

“I totally get it.” She scoffs.

“What do you want to do with bio?”

“I haven’t quite figured out my specialization yet. I don’t think I want to be a doctor doing surgeries, maybe forensics? Working in a lab, that kind of stuff?”

“That’s noble work.” He smiles and she smiles back. “Are you working at the bookstore again this year?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Sort of have to if I wanna afford things.” She chuckles.

“Cool, good to know I can still get my coffee how I like it.”

“Is that all I’m good for?”

His eyebrows raise as her lips curl up. Oh, she was flirting with him. He has to suppress every urge in his body to not just yank her out of the classroom and take her home with him.

“We’ll have to see how well you do in this class. You may also be good for tutoring.” He wasn’t bad at math, but maybe he could pretend to be if it meant they could start hanging out.

She rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She says as the professor walks in.

“Harry.” He whispers, and the class gets started.

Y/N bursts through her door later that day. Her roommates were getting lunch started.

“You’ll never guess what happened in calc! That hot guy that used to come into the café last year is in my class, and he sat next to me! He remembered who I was, and he remembered the way I make his coffee. I swear to god we were flirting, oh my fucking god!” She squeals and her friends giggle.

“Slow down, Y/N.” Talia says to her. “He’s just a guy.”

“But he’s not.” Y/N pouts. “He’s so fucking hot, and he seems really sweet.”

“It’s not a great idea to shit where you eat.” Georgie says. “I hooked up with a guy in one of my classes last year and it was super awkward.”

“Who said I was going to jump into bed with him?” Y/N scoffs. “Maybe I just wanna be his friend.” She shrugs and grabs a cheese stick out of the fridge.

“Mhm, a friend who you’d like to bone.” Talia smirks.

“Well…it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. He’s so handsome…he probably sees lots of girls. Although, I’m pretty sure if he snapped his fingers I’d take my pants off for him.”

All of the girls laugh as they eat. This semester would be interesting to say the least.

Harry started chatting up Y/N in class after that first day, and he went to the bookstore café every time she worked. Even if he wasn’t in the mood for a coffee, he’d pretend like he was, but it didn’t go much deeper than that. His life was complex, and he had to be careful about who he brought into it.

As he got older, Harry realized he had the ability to shift completely into a wolf, but only on full moons. All werewolves could do this, they just needed to reach a level of maturity to do so, and it was extremely dangerous because if they stayed like that for too long, it was difficult to shift back. However, Harry enjoyed going out on the full moon and just running around it his heart’s desire. It also served to satisfy many of his primal instincts. He could go out and kill a small animal, eat, and feel zero remorse about it. The catch was you had to be naked before shifting, and you’d shift back naked, so you had to leave yourself clothes. Niall thought it would be funny to steal Harry’s clothes after he shifted back.

It was extremely early in the morning, and Harry was standing in the middle of the woods naked. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal, he could just hop from tree to tree, and get back unnoticed, but he found himself in a well-traveled runner’s path. Plus, he was tired from a night out of wolfing it up, so excuse him for not being thrilled with Niall’s prank. He had learned to control his body temperature, so it’s not like he was cold, he was just annoyed. He needed to listen carefully to every little thing. From afar he hears music and someone breathing heavily. Normally he wouldn’t be so phased, but the scent was familiar. Harry freezes when he realized it’s Y/N, so he quickly hides behind a tree. If she was ever going to see him naked it wouldn’t be like this.

Her music wasn’t up terribly loud, she wasn’t an idiot. Running alone early in the morning meant she couldn’t just zone out, no, she needed to be aware of her surroundings. However, it was fall and she was running in a wooded area, so she strips over a hidden tree root. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it catches her ankle the wrong way, and Harry can feel the ligaments snapping. He winces for her. That wasn’t even the worst of it. Because of the way she twisted as she fell, her head knocked into the stump of the tree, and it knocked her out.

“Shit.” Harry says to himself as he peers at her limp body.

He had a couple of options. He could easily pretend he didn’t see what happened, and continue to get home unnoticed and let someone else find her, or he could go over there, pick her up, and take her to his place to heal her. He goes with the latter, physically not being able to just leave her. He looks around to make sure no one else was coming, and he strolls over to her. He kneels beside her, putting his palm over her forehead to make sure she was really knocked out. He didn’t want to startle her if she woke up. Something about seeing a naked man over your unconscious body…it probably work out well for him. He closes his eyes for a moment, just to take a little of her pain away, then he hoists her up, carrying her bridal style. He takes a deep breath, his eyes glow red, and then he sprints through the trees back to his flat.

“Took you long enough, what did you do, take extra-long to make me feel bad?” Niall says as he opens the front door. His eyes widen when he sees Harry carrying the girl.

“Got a bit side tracked.” He grunts as he walks in.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” He scoffs. “She tripped, and got hurt. I need to take her up to my room to help her. Where’s Lou?”

“He went to the market, we were low on groceries.”

“Good, keep him occupied when he gets back. I don’t think he’d be terribly happy about this.”

Niall nods as Harry carries Y/N up the stairs. He lays her down gentle on his bed, and her eyes flutter open some as he walks to his dresser. She thinks she dreaming because she can faintly see a man’s ass, a perfect ass might she add, and then her eyes rolls back into her head, passing out yet again. Harry grabs some things from his closet, namely a first aid kit. He starts with her ankle. He wraps his large hand around it, taking her pain away. He couldn’t take it all, and he couldn’t fully heal her. That would be too suspicious. He’d need to leave her in a little bit of pain. He heals her ligaments, though, and leaves it to make it feel like she may have just twisted it the wrong way. He wraps a makeshift splint on her for show, and then he moves to her poor head. She had an egg growing out of it, so he takes a deep breath and pops it back in with his thumb. He rubs his palm over her skull to feel around for the potential of a concussion, but he doesn’t feel anything that serious. She’d have a headache at most so he gets up and grabs a water bottle from the case in his closet, and a couple of aspirin from the first aid kit. Since he’s dressed now, and she’s mostly better, he feels like he can wake her up now. He nudges her shoulder gently, and her eyes flutter back open. She flinches when she sees him.

“H-Harry?” She sits up, and winces, grabbing at her ankle. “What’s going on?” She whimpers, and he thinks it’s about the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she assesses herself.

“I was going for a run this morning, uh, the same path you were on I’m assuming, and I saw you trip. You hit your head pretty hard, so I carried you back here, I hope that’s alright.”

“You…you carried me all that way?”

“You’re not exactly heavy.” He mutters, and her cheeks grow red. “Here, uh, do you want some aspirin?”

“Yeah, thanks.” She takes the two pills out of his palm and the water bottle. “My head really hurts.” She looks down at her ankle. “Do you make this splint?”

“I didn’t know if you twisted it or sprained it, so I thought it would be good as a precautionary measure. I think you caught it on a tree root.”

“I’m usually a lot more careful than that…I’m sorry if I troubled you, or ruined your run.”

“You didn’t.” He smiles. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Y/N.”

She gazes at him. Before she can speak his door flies open.

“Harry.” Louis says. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hey, mate, thanks for knocking.” Harry grits his teeth.

“I need to speak with you and Niall, so take your friend home, now.” He leaves and slams the door shut. Harry sighs heavily and looks at her.

“Sorry about him, he, uh, gets uptight about house rules. Niall probably left the milk out overnight or something.” Harry shrugs. He could feel her worry radiating off her.

“It’s okay…you don’t have to take me home I should be able to make it.” She swings her legs over the side of the bed, and uses his shoulder to help her stand. She winces once her bad foot hits the ground.

“It’s really no problem. I’d feel better knowing you got back okay.”

“You’ve done enough, Harry.” She winces again as she takes a step. Maybe he should have taken more of her pain away. Now he feels guilty.

“I could give you a piggy back ride.” Her eyebrows raise at him. “Would you like that?” He chuckles.

“I…you’d really carry me all the way to my apartment?”

“It’s a flat, darling, we’re not in America.” He rolls his eyes and her face flushes at the term of endearment used so condescendingly. “And yeah, I’d carry you. I bet you’re not even that far away, c’mon.” He wraps his arm around her wrist to get her to stand behind him as he squats. She climbs onto his broad back and he lifts her effortlessly. “Light as a feather, you are. Now, where do you live?” He asks as he takes her out of his room and down the stairs.

“24D…Pine Street.”

“Pine’s barely a block away from here.” He looks over his shoulder and smiles at her on the way out.

“Won’t we look funny like this?” She nearly whispers as he carries her down the street.

“Nah, we probably just look like a proper couple. I’ve got no problem with that…do you?”

“No.” She rests her chin on his shoulder. She inhales some of his cologne and she likes what she smells. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but he just smelled really good to her. “You’re a proper cutie, Harry.”

“Look at you using our slang.” He chuckles. “I am pretty cute, huh?”

“Try being humble, hm?” She nudges the top of his head and it makes him laugh.

His grip on her tightens when they reach the front steps of her flat.

“Hand me your key.”

“I can make it from here.”

“I have to make sure you get inside okay.”

“I will, Harry. I…I’d like to run myself a bath, and I don’t need you there for that.”

“You don’t? Too bad, I’m an excellent bath buddy.”

“Put me down.” She says with a shaky voice, and he smirks. He gently lets her down to her feet and he turns to look at her. “Thank you for being so kind…”

“Do you often run alone?”

“Yeah, my roommates don’t really like it. I don’t blame them, running’s the actual worst, but I don’t really like lifting weights much, so it’s the lesser of two evils for me.”

“Text me sometime, I’d go running with you.” He fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to her.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “We could be two proper cuties out running together.”

“Mhm, okay.” She scoffs as she puts her number in his phone and texts herself. She hands it back to him.

“I mean it, you’re very cute.” She rolls her eyes at him. “You are! Especially in calc when your brows are all furrowed when you’re concentrating.” He steps a little closer to her. “You get this very serious pout on your face, it’s adorable.”

“Why…why are you watching me in class, and not paying attention?”

“You’re distracting.” It wasn’t a lie, and it wasn’t meant to be sexist. He wasn’t a little boy getting a stuffy from a bra strap, but she always smelled so good, and anytime she moved he’d get a fresh whiff of her. She looks down at her tattered sneakers and then back to him. She felt like she could easily get lost in his eyes. “Will you let me know later how you’re feeling?”

“Yes.” He nods at that and starts walks down her steps as she keys into her flat. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m…working later if you wanna come by the café.”

He grins at her and turns to keep walking. She takes a deep breath as she gets inside. She had a lot of squealing to do with her roommates.

“Tell me again why you thought it would be a good idea to leave Harry, of all people, in the woods naked? I know you’re bored because you’re not allowed to be on the football team, I’m bored too, but that doesn’t mean you can prank him like that.” Louis was scary when he got mad at the boys. He didn’t yell, but you could hear the clear disappointment in his voice, and that was ten times worse. “Well? I’m waiting for an answer, Niall.”

“I guess I wasn’t really thinking.” He mumbles as he sits with Harry on the couch. The two of them looked like little puppies being scolded for shitting on the rug.

“No, you weren’t.” Louis huffs. “And you.” He looks at Harry. “You thought helping a girl, while naked, was an equally good idea?”

“I couldn’t just leave her there!”

“I know you couldn’t.” Louis sighs. “You just shouldn’t have been left alone. We’ve been lucky at this school so far, I’d like to keep things as easy going as they are. You brought a total stranger here.”

“She’s not a total stranger.” Harry mumbles as he twiddles his thumbs. “She’s that girl I’ve been crushing on from the bookstore, and she also happens to be in my calc class…so I know her.”

“We don’t know if she’s harmless or not.” Louis says.

“Looked pretty harmless when Harry carried her in like a limp noodle.” Niall chuckles, and Louis shoots daggers at him, getting him to shut up.

“Did she question anything?” Louis asks.

“No…I didn’t heal her fully so she wouldn’t be suspicious.” He runs a hand through her hair. “I had to help her, she smells to fucking good to not help.”

“You’ve mentioned that a couple of times, but I��m not smelling it.” Niall says. “Smells like any other regular person.”

“It’s because he likes her. You know how it is for us, we really like the way a person smells when we really like them. It proves the attraction.” Louis sits down on the coffee table in front of them.

“And I know she likes me back.” Harry says proudly.

“Yeah? How?” Niall inquires.

“Well, not only did she tell me I was cute, but she gets aroused around me all the time, especially today when I took her home. I could smell it. I’ve been trying to be careful and not act on anything, but I don’t think I can do that anymore.”

“No one ever said you couldn’t date.” Louis says. “You just need to be careful. You know how easily you lot can get attached.”

“I’m fully aware.” Harry rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, I won’t be going out into the woods to fetch her a dead rabbit.”

Harry started coming by the bookstore even more after that. Y/N had told her friends what happened, that basically Harry was her knight in shining armor. She got excited every time he’d walk into the bookstore. Even if it wasn’t a shift where she was making coffee, she’d make his for him. A flirty friendship had started to form between the two of them. Sometimes he’d come at the end of her shift so he could walk her home, or they’d go grab a bite to eat. She wondered why the most they had done is hold hands, but she didn’t mind that he was taking things slow with her, it was actually a breath of fresh air. And the antics they’d get into in class…he’d pass her notes, actual notes! Sometimes they’d do homework together too. He was slowly swallowing her whole, and she didn’t mind one bit.

“Hello, love.” He says to her as her shift is ending.

“Hi, Harry.” She smiles. “How was your day?”

“Good, better now.” He sighs with a smile and she blushes.

“I just need to take care of some things in the back, and change.”

“Alright, I thought you could come over for a movie tonight. I could order us some food and we can just hang out.”

“I’d like that.” She smiles and goes into the backroom. About ten minutes later she comes out good to go. “Could we watch something with a Halloween vibe? Nothing too scary, of course.”

“Sure.” He loops his arm through hers and she giggles as they leave the bookstore. “You’re into Halloween and all that?”

“Into it? I love it! We decorated our flat yesterday with a ton of Halloween stuff. You’re not a fan?”

“No, I don’t mind it.” He shrugs. “Just think people can get carried away with their costumes sometimes.”

“I agree, some people ruin it for everyone else. I don’t like the scary aspects of it, like, you won’t catch me at a haunted house.”

“Oh, but I’d protect you, Y/N.” He smiles down at her and she blushes.

He gets her inside and he tells her to go up to his room, and to get comfortable. Louis always preferred if they hung out that Harry brought her over, so she was no stranger to their place now. He grabs some menus from the kitchen and meets her upstairs.

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks her. “Chinese, Italian…?” He furrows his brows at the menus as he looks over his options.

“You pick, I’m fine with whatever.” She says.

“Chinese then, do you like dumplings and stuff like that?”

“Yup.”

“Brilliant.” He sits down next to her and grabs his laptop so he can order everything online. He sets it on his desk, and turns his TV on. He sits up against his headboard and so does she. “Here.” He hands her the remote. “You can pick the movie, babe.”

Her heart fluttered every time he called her that. It was just like any other term of endearment, but she still really liked it.

“Hmm…” She flips on Netflix to look over her options. “Oh! What about Teen Wolf, the old one with Michael J. Fox?”

“Uh, that’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?”

“Well…duh, it’s about a werewolf.” She scoffs. “The whole thing is unrealistic.”

“I just mean, um, oh, look…Hocus Pocus, now that’s a classic.”

“You’re absolutely right. Way better choice.” She hits play and he sighs with relief. “Besides, the show Teen Wolf is way better. I mean, the first two to three seasons were good, and then it just got really bad, but it was still fun.”

“Are you, like, a wolf fanatic or something?”

“No.” She laughs. “It was on MTV when I was younger and it was fun to watch.” She shrugs and looks up at him. “Don’t worry, I think you’re much cuter than the actors on the show.”

“You do, huh?” He puts an arm around her and she cozies up to him. “Good to know.”

She lets her arm fall on his waist as she gets comfortable, and her leg even goes over one of his. It was a proper Netflix & Chill and neither of them had any problem with it. About thirty minutes into the movie, there’s a knock on the door downstairs.

“That’s our food, I’ll be right back.” He pauses the movie and gets up.

“Do you wanna eat downstairs? I’d feel bad about making a mess up here.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine.” He chuckles and goes downstairs. He returns shortly with the food. “Alright, I got dumplings, sushi, egg rolls, rice, noodles, and veggies.”

“It smells so good.” She licks her lips and opens the sushi first, popping a piece into her mouth. “Which one’s your favorite?”

“The dumplings.” He mutters as he bites into one.

Eating a dumpling satisfied the more primal side of Harry. It was plump and juicy, like a small animal that he might be ravenous for on a full moon while he’s shifted.

“I like them a lot too.” She takes one and bites into it. She grabs a napkin to dab the corners of her mouth. “Mm, so good.”

“Want some water?”

“Please.”

He grabs her a bottle from the case he keeps in his closet. They eat a bit more while watching the movie, and then Harry puts everything away downstairs so they can go back to cuddling. He pops a piece of gum into his mouth, and offers her some as well.

“We’re gonna have a Halloween party, by the way.” She says to him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, would you maybe wanna come? Niall and Louis can come too.”

“We usually lay low on Halloween…lot of freaks come out that night, you know?”

“Please?” She pouts. “I have a really cute costume planned, and I want you to see it.”

“What is it?” He blushes.

“I can’t give it away, then you won’t be surprised.” She boops his nose and he smiles.

“I’ll…I’ll ask them to see if they wanna go.”

“Great.” In a bold move she kisses his cheek. His eyes widen as he looks at her.

“C’mere.” He says, and pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him and wraps her arms around his neck. “I like you a lot, you know that, right?” He tucks some hair behind her ear.

“I think so.” She says shyly. “I like you a lot too, Harry.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods yes, and he cups her cheek with one of his hands while the other grips her hip. He presses his lips to hers, and her eyes flutter closed. Her hands slide into his hair and he tugs her closer. His fingers dig into the skin between her shirt and pants. Their lips move along each other’s. Her lips were so incredibly soft, he just want to-

“Mmph!” She grunts as he bites down on her bottom lip and sucks on it.

Harry had learned a lot of restraint over the years, so he didn’t need to worry about his teeth growing sharper or his nails growing longer, or even shifting slightly. He just needed to keep his breathing steady. She seems to like what he’s doing because she doesn’t tell him to stop. In fact, she rolls her hips down on his and tugs at his hair harder. She opens her mouth slightly, and he takes it as a signal that he can lick into her. His tongue swirls around hers, and she moans again. Her breasts press against his chest, and she continues to grind against him.

She tugs his head back to get some air and she moves to kiss on his neck. She mouths and licks over the area just under his earlobe, and his hands squeeze at her hips.

“Y/N.” He breathes. “It’s getting late, do you wanna spend the night?” She pauses her actions and nods yes against his neck, causing him to chuckle.

“What, um…” She moves to look at him. “What do you feel like doing? Do you wanna stop?”

“Do you?”

“N-no, but I feel like we should. I really do like you, and I don’t wanna mess anything up by moving too fast.”

“I feel the same way.” He smiles. “Want something of mine to wear to sleep?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. He pecks her lips again before she moves off him.

Harry grabs her a tee shirt and a pair of boxers. He also gets her a spare tooth brush, and off to the bathroom she goes. She gasps when she sees Louis waiting in the hallway when she’s done.

“Spending the night, pet?” He asks her.

“Y-yeah, is that alright?”

“Course it is.” He smiles. “You know you’re welcome here.”

“Thanks, well, goodnight.” She smiles and makes her way back to Harry’s room.

“I knew you’d look cute in my clothes, but wow.” He blushes.

“Oh.” She blushes too. “Thanks.” She looks him up and down. “You’re gonna wear sweats to bed?”

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Don’t be silly, you’ll sweat buckets if you stay like that. Sleep how you normally do.” She says as she slips into his bed.

“Can’t do that…”

“Why not?”

“Because I usually sleep naked.”

“M-maybe just your boxers?”

“You’d be okay with that?” She nods yes at him. “I’m just gonna go use the loo. I’ll be back.” Harry washes up quickly, and then turns the light off when he comes back in. He takes his clothes off, staying in his boxers, and then he gets into bed with Y/N. “Did you let the girls know you’re staying here?”

“Mhm.”

They both slide down and face each other. He slots a leg between hers and rubs at her side and back. Harry really liked being petted on, so he figured other people did too. He never got any complaints, anyways. She sighs slightly and moves closer to him. She nuzzles her face into his chest and she realizes it’s bare. It was pitch black in the room, so she couldn’t see any of his tattoos. He pets on her until she falls asleep. His eyes flutter closed, and he falls asleep holding her.

The next morning Y/N wakes up with an immense amount of pressure on her bladder. She was laying on her back, she never slept like that, and she couldn’t physically see Harry. She hears snoring from under the covers, so she pulls the blankets back to see Harry’s head in her lap, and his body wrapped around the rest of hers. It was a little bizarre, but not the weirdest way she had ever woken up with someone. She doesn’t want to startle him so she runs her fingers through his hair and scratches at his head. His hold on her thigh tightens and his eyes flutter open. He looks up at her dreamily, like a puppy, and then he flinches when he realizes his head is in her crotch.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” He says as he sits up and knuckles at his eyes. “I have zero idea how I ended up like that.” A lie, but he couldn’t very well tell her the truth.

“It’s okay! I just really need to pee.” She giggles and climbs over him to get up. “Be back in a second.”

Harry takes a deep, and gets dressed in some joggers and a sweatshirt as he waits for her. She comes back in, feeling much fresher, and smiles at him. Harry uses the bathroom next and walks in on her just getting her clothes back on.

“Do you mind if I keep the boxers?” She says as she zips up her jeans. “Men’s underwear is so much more comfortable.”

“Consider them yours.” He smiles and wraps his arms around her waist. She presses her hands to his chest. “I’m glad you stayed over. Can I make you breakfast?”

“I’d like that, but I have to get back to my place so I can shower before my shift in a couple of hours.” She bites her bottom lip. “But another time for sure.”

Harry nods, and walks her down the stairs to the front door. She kisses him goodbye, and he watches her walk away. He desperately wanted to go to her Halloween party, but he knew it would be tough convincing Louis.

“Hey.” Harry stands in Louis’ bedroom doorway.

“How was your night?”

“Good, Y/N just left.” Louis nods at that. “She invited us all to a party at the end of the month.” He mumbles.

“Oh, yeah? That was nice of her. When exactly?”

“Halloween.”

“Very funny.”

“C’mon, Lou, what better night of the year to blend in.”

“The hunters could be feeling the same exact way, Harry!”

“It’s not like we’d be party hopping.” Harry whines. “We could go, make an appearance, and then leave.”

“I think it’s a great idea.” Niall chimes in as he heard the conversation. “We could wear costumes that have masks or face coverings so we’re not as obvious.”

“What do you propose?” Louis asks. “The three fucking musketeers? The Justice League?”

“Well, we’d all look fabulous in spandex, so I’d be cool with that.” Harry smirks.

“No.” Louis shakes his head. “I’ll need to be able to see your faces. I’ll go as David Beckham.”

“Wait, you’re serious….we can go?!” Harry asks excitedly.

“We could use some fun.” Louis sighs. “And I know you really like this girl, and we’ve all started to trust her. She’s no threat. We can go for an hour, at the beginning of the night, and then we’re out of there.”

“Thank you!” Harry throws his arms around his friend. “I can’t wait to tell her.”

“Is she your girlfriend now?” Niall asks.

“I don’t know what we are. We only made out last night, I didn’t wanna take it too far in case I lost control. I didn’t think I would, but I could tell I was really fighting to keep my teeth from shifting. She smells so fucking good, I woke up with my head in her lap.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I feel really comfortable around her, you know?”

“Could you not be so stereotypical?” Louis smirks.

“Yeah, it’s literally puppy love.” Niall chuckles.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Harry pouts. “She doesn’t know that I know, but she sprinkles a little cinnamon into my coffee, literally giving me a treat. I’ll gladly be her puppy.”

Louis dresses as David Beckham, Niall dresses as a basketball player, and Harry dresses as Zorro, but without the mask, Louis wouldn’t let him. They all walk in, and plenty of people are there already. Harry scans the room and his jaw drops. Y/N was standing in front of a tapestry on the wall taking pictures with her roommates. The three of them were dressed like bunnies, classic 1960’s playboy bunnies. His mouth waters, she looked good enough to eat.

“How nice of her to dress as your favorite snack.” Louis nudges him. “Have fun.”

Y/N giggles as she looks at that photos. She turns in Harry’s direction and beams at him. They make their way to each other through the crowd of people.

“You made it!” She throws her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek, leaving a nice, red lipstick mark behind. “You look so hot like this.” She looks him up and down. “Doesn’t Zorro wear a mask?”

“Lou wanted to be able to find me easily.” He smiles nervously. “And…if anyone looks hot it’s you, I…this is the last thing I’d expect you to be wearing.”

“They were on sale at the costume store.” She blushes. “And the accessories were easy enough to find. We figured it would be fine to dress a little skimpier since we’re not leaving here.”

He circles around her, like he was checking out his prey, and he nearly loses it at the sight of the cotton tail at the base of her spine, never mind how perfect her ass looks with the nylons she’s wearing. He thinks of the thong she must be wearing.

“You’re not even revealing that much.” He clears his throat. “Still plenty left to the imagination.”

“Mm, well…” She tugs at the open collar of his shirt. “Hopefully not for long.” She says against his lips and then backs away. She smirks and walks away from him as his mouth falls open. He was a little shocked she’d deprive him of a kiss.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He walks after her.

“I need to mingle with all my guests, and be a good hostess, don’t I?” She raises an eyebrow at him. “Go on and have something to drink, Zorro.” She winks at him.

“Sure thing, Bunny Rabbit.”

She giggles and continues to walk away from him. Harry didn’t want to seem clingy, so he lets her go about the party, being a good little hostess with her roommates. He, Niall, and Louis all sip on the same drink to keep up appearances. Alcohol and drugs had zero effect on them, which at times was extremely annoying, but for the most part it was fine. They needed to keep their wits about them anyways. Y/N eventually finds her way to Harry, keeping her arm snaked around his waist. She felt special to have him as her guest. He was so fucking handsome, and she knew there were people looking at him, wishing they were the ones standing with him. His arm was draped around her shoulders, his thumb rubbing at her bare shoulder. She almost wanted to pull him upstairs, but she wasn’t the type to do that at a party. No, it could wait until everyone left, when they’d have a little more privacy.

“Hey.” She says to him, and he looks down at her. “I need to go use the ladies room, could you hold onto my drink?”

“Course, love.” He kisses her temple and off she goes with her heart fluttering.

After she’s done in the bathroom, which takes ten fucking minutes because the costume was impossible to get on and off, she makes her way through the party. She gets the distinctive whiff of weed coming from outside. She groans, and steps out and sees a group of people passing a blunt around.

“Guys, not to be a party pooper, but you can’t do that here…”

The group makes an annoyed noise, but they listen to her. Suddenly, she’s alone outside, and she realizes how fucking cold it was. She shivers, and moves to go back inside…

“Talia, have you seen Y/N?” Harry asks her. “She went to the bathroom twenty minutes ago, but she’s not in there now.”

“How do you know?” Talia slurs.

“Because Niall just fucked some girl in the bathroom, that’s how I know.” Harry says bluntly.

“Oh, then I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Maybe she went up to her room. You can go check if you want, she’s been dying to get you alone in there all night.”

“She has?” He perks up.

“Duh.” She rolls her eyes. “She’s crazy about you, mate.” She walks away from him.

Concern washes over his face because he knows she’s not in the building. He’d be able to feel her heart, he’d be able to smell her, but he can’t. He finds a freshly fucked Niall, and Louis and tugs them both into a corner.

“I think something’s happened to Y/N.”

“What do you mean?” Louis says.

“She’s not here anymore. She wouldn’t have just left without telling me, she had me hold her drink…she clearly thought she was coming right back.”

“I can feel how worried you are.” Niall sighs. “Do you think she might have gone outside for any reason?”

“No idea, but we could check it out.” Harry says, and they all make their way through the flat, and out the back door. All of their eyes glow red so they can see outside better. Harry takes a whiff, and his head snaps to the left. “Over there, there’s something…an object…” He runs towards it and the boys follow. It was one of he her heels. “Oh, no.” He picks it up and nearly wants to cry.

“Don’t worry, Harry, we’ll find her.” Louis takes the shoe and sniffs it to get her scent, as does Niall. “Hunters may have taken her to get to you, so we need to be smart about this. No fucking around, and no full shifting. Claws and fangs at best.”

“I don’t understand hunters.” Niall says. “If they just got to know us they’d see we’re not dangerous in the slightest.”

“We used to be.” Harry says. “But you can brush up on your history later, right now there’s a girl in the woods dressed like a bunny that we need to go rescue. Poor thing’s probably freezing.”

There Y/N was, cold, annoyed, and tied to a tree. She had tried to scream, but someone put their hand over her mouth. They dragged her out into the woods, and she lost one of her shoes. They were awfully expensive too. There were a few people with guns standing near her, and two others pacing around. She had zero idea what they wanted with her. She had cried out of fear, but she was quiet now.

“C-could I at least have a sweater or a blanket? F-fucking freezing out here.” She stutters through her sentence. “Not exactly dr-dressed for this sort of thing.”

“Be quiet, or we’ll gag you.” A man with a gruff voice says to her.

“G-gonna have to buy me d-dinner first if you wanna do that.” She musters up the energy to smirk, and a woman comes over to her with duct tape. She slaps it over her mouth.

“There.” The woman says. “Keep warm with that.”

Y/N tries wiggling her toes and fingers to keep her circulation going. It was only a matter of time until hypothermia would kick in, and she knew that.

“Where are they, hm? Bumbling idiots.” A man says to the woman.

“Maybe Harry doesn’t care about the bitch as much as we thought.” The woman shrugs.

Harry growls lowly when he hears that. He, Louis, and Niall had found the spot the hunters were keeping Y/N easily.

“How many total?” Harry asks.

“Ten.” Louis says. “Keep your emotions at bay. They may be willing to kill, but we can’t do that. Niall and I will knock out as many as we can, and then call for backup. You focus on getting Y/N out of there. Bring her back to our place, and give her something to fall asleep. Then in the morning tell her she was drunk and had a bad dream.”

Harry nods. All of their teeth and claws were out, but nothing more. He knew he had to look scary like this, but he couldn’t worry about it right now. The girl who he was seriously falling for was tied to a fucking tree. Her shoe fell off, but her bunny ears had managed to stay on, although they were a little dented now. The three take a deep breath, and jump up nimbly into the trees. Harry slips down the tree she’s tied to, and cuts through the ropes easily with his claws.

She looks down at herself as she feels the ropes loosen, but she stays put not wanting to bring attention to herself. Y/N sees two figures moves swiftly, knocking the various people around her over. They evade the bullets being shot at them (the guns have silencers). She has no idea what’s happening. The men around her suddenly fall, and she gasps. A figure with a broad back picks them up effortlessly and tosses them into a pile of other people. He turns to look at Y/N and her eyes widen.

“I’ll explain everything later, I promise.” His voice was deeper, and she felt sedated. “Need to get you out of here, trust me?” She nods quickly, and he wastes no time picking her up bridal style, he claws digging into the meat of her thigh, and he jumps up in the trees.

She felt like she was on a roller coaster ride as she clings to him. She didn’t know a person could move so fast, but clearly Harry wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a thing she had only seen on TV or read myths about. Once he gets her inside his flat, he retracts his fangs and claws, and his eyes turn green once more. He carries her up to his bathroom and sets her down on the sink counter.

“This is probably gonna hurt.” He says as he starts to tug on the tape covering her mouth. She nods and closes her eyes. She squeaks out a noise as he rips it off. “Took it like a champ, babe.” He rubs his hands up and down her arms and shoulders.

“Been getting my lip waxed for years, that was nothing.” She breathes.

He looks her up and down. Her nylons were all ripped up, and she had dirt all over her. Did they fucking drag her? He growls angrily just thinking about it.

“I found your other shoe.” He takes it out of his pocket, and she nearly melts. “Did they hurt you?”

“They dragged me through the woods, and slammed me against the tree when they tied me up.” She pouts. “Almost knocked the wind out of me, but I’m okay.”

“I can make you feel better.” He cups her cheek. “But I need to draw you a bath in order to do it. You’re freezing anyways, so it’s a good idea all around.” He moves to turn the water on, and he grabs some bottles from the linen closet.

“Harry…”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t look at her as he sprinkles whatever’s in the bottles into the warm water.

“Who were they? What did they want with you?”

“They either wanted to kill me, or take me as a prisoner.” He turns to look at her. He takes his jacket and shirt off, and her eyes widen. “M’not getting in with you, I just need to mix it all together once the tub’s full, and I don’t wanna get my clothes soaked.” He defends himself.

“No, I just…you have so many tattoos. I didn’t notice it the other night when we slept.”

“It’s really not a lot, Lou has way more.” He bends down to take her other heel off, and he puts the shoes together neatly on the floor. He stands back up and grabs at the bunny ears. “You’ll wear these again for me sometime, yeah? Be a shame if you didn’t.” She nods at him and he sets them down on the counter. “Good, bunnies are my favorite.”

“Your favorite what?”

“Snack.” He says as he grips her hips, helping her hop off the counter.

“Right.” She swallows, and her eyes rim with tears.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he turns the water off in the tub and starts mixing everything.

“Are…are you going to kill me?”

“Now, why would I offer to make you feel better and then turn around and kill you?”

“I don’t know! Nothing’s exactly clear, Harry!”

“Okay, be cool, yeah?” He stands up straight. “There’s no reason to freak out.”

“No reason to freak out?! I was just taken from my own home, tied to a fucking tree, and then you come and you have these big teeth and these talons, and…shit, I need to text my roommates and let them know I’m okay. Or, maybe that I’m not okay…”

“They’re claws, not talons. I’m not a bloody chicken.”

“What are you then, hm?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“I’m a person, same as you.”

“My eyes don’t glow red, Harry.”

“They could, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” She makes an exasperated noise at him, and motions that she’s going to leave. “Okay, okay…I…I’m a werewolf. I was born this way, I wasn’t turned, but a lot of us these days are. The hunters want me because I’m a healer, and I come from a family of healers. They must have caught wind that I go to school here, and they must have noticed that we’ve been hanging out so…to get to me they took you. I feel absolutely terrible about it because the last thing I would ever want to do is put you in any danger. It’s why I barely spoke to you last year. I didn’t want you getting dragged into all this, and here you are now…literally being dragged into it.” He huffs.

“Great, so now I can add bestiality to the list of things that are wrong with me.” She shakes her head, more so saying it to herself. She looks at him. “I’m in a lot of pain, so I’m going to disregard a lot of what you just said, I’m going to not ask any more questions, and I’m going to chalk this up to being an extremely elaborate Halloween prank or something.”

“It’s not a prank, Y/N. I know it’s a lot to take in, I’m so sorry.” He shakes his head. “And being with a werewolf doesn’t make you into bestiality.” He chuckles softly. “You saw me out there, I didn’t grow any extra hair, my ears didn’t get all long and pointy, and I’m pretty sure you’re the only one with a tail on tonight. It’s not like what you think, we blend in really easily. I can shift so I can look like what you may have seen, but it’s rather uncomfortable and unnecessary.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Are you scared?”

“Yes.”

“Of me?”

“No.” He sighs with relief at that. “I’m scared that they’re going to take me again.”

“They won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because…we have ways of protecting ourselves and others. I have something I can give you to keep you safe.”

“Like what?”

“I…I have to bite off one of my claws, and put it on chain for you to wear.” She grimaces at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it in the morning, and it’ll grow back. I can even paint it a nice color, I have some nail polish.”

“Wonderful.”

“C’mon, the bath is gonna get cold. I’ll step out so you can get in, and-“

“I want you to stay in here with me.”

“I’ll come back, I just wanna give you some privacy.”

“I need you to unzip the back of this stupid thing for me first.”

She turns around and sighs heavily. She looks at herself in the mirror, and is shocked at how fucked up she looks. Her mascara had run down her face, and her bunny nose and whiskers that she painted on had smeared.

“Do…do you have any face-cloths?” She mumbles.

“Yeah, babe.”

He steps over to the linen closet after unzipping her. He hands her a blue cloth and steps out of the bathroom. He hears the front door open and close, and races downstairs to Louis and Niall.

“Cleaned up and taken care of.” Niall says. “I need a shower.”

“Y/N’s getting into the tub. I ran her a bubble bath so I could heal her.”

“I told you to put her to sleep.” Louis grits his teeth. “I really don’t like it when you don’t listen, Harry.”

“M’sorry, she…she just looked so scared, and I couldn’t lie to her. We can talk to her in morning, can’t we? It’s not like she’s the first regular person to get involved with a werewolf.”

“True, but you should really have ran this by your mum first. She’s not gonna be happy.” Louis says.

“I’ll deal with her in the morning too. Let me go tend to my bunny, yeah?”

He goes back upstairs, and taps on the door before entering. She was in the water, covered by the bubbles. She had pulled her hair up into a bun on the top of her head. He sits down on the toilet and faces her.

“I need to stick my hand in.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows raise at him.

“To make what I put in work, I have to stick my hand in the water.”

“Alright.”

He leans forward, and dips his hand into the warm water. His eyes glow red, and she feels every cut and bruise on her body disappear. She feels better than she had before the night even started.

“Holy shit.” She breathes as he takes his hand out of the water.

“How’s the temperature, still warm enough?”

“Yeah…it’s…it’s perfect.” He nods at her and she sighs heavily. “So, you could literally rip me to shreds, and you’re choosing not to?”

“Why is it your first instinct that I’m going to kill you? It’s what the hunters think too, and it’s just not the case, love. Especially with my breed. Healers don’t like hurting others, even in defense. We’re too empathetic. I wanna keep you safe more than anything.”

“Are there others? Obviously Niall and Louis, but, like, in our classes?”

“Not that I know of. The three of us stick together because we’re all in the same large pack. Our three families came together for safety. Other packs just tend to leave others alone, you know?”

“No, I don’t know.” She snaps.

“I never meant to put you in danger, Y/N.”

“Do you have a towel for me, I’d like to get out now.”

He sighs and gets up. He grabs her a fresh towel, and hands it to her. He turns around so she can stand and wrap it around herself. She steps out of the tub and looks up at him. She groans and presses her forehead into his chest.

“I can feel how conflicted you are.” He says as he wraps his arms around her.

“Must be nice to just sense how someone’s feeling.” She scoffs as she nuzzles into him. A thought occurs to her and she looks up at him. “Is that why you curled up with me the way you did that night? Like…are you more dog than person when you’re sleeping?”

“Wolf, I’m not a fucking dog. And…I don’t really know. Sometimes we can do that when we feel really safe with someone.”

“You feel safe with me?” Her eyes widen.

“Well…yeah. And you always smell so good.” He mutters as his hands splay on her back, pulling her closer to him.

“I…I think you smell good too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but I can never quite put my finger on what cologne you’re wearing.”

“I don’t wear cologne.”

“What?!”

“It would fuck with my natural scent too much. I have to wear a scentless deodorant even.”

“So…you just naturally smell good?”

“I…” He thinks for a moment. He had read about this before, and from what Louis and Niall said about not being able to smell anything particularly special about her, some things were starting to connect. “Let’s go to my room, Niall said he needed to shower.”

She nods, and he grabs all of her clothes as they make their way down the hall. She sits down on his bed, after he sets her things down on his desk. Her eyes scan over the broadness of his back, and how his muscles flex while he digs through his dresser. She clamps her legs together after shaking her hair out of its bun. He stands up straight after getting a whiff of her. She was turned on? He turns to look at her.

“What?”

“Nothing, here, you can wear these.” He tosses her some boxers and a shirt.

“What if I wanna be like you and sleep naked?”

“Y/N, it’s late and-“

“That bath gave me a second wind.”

Harry wasn’t doing anything in particular, but healers had a way of bringing out confidence and truths out in others. Especially when they seemed to be this connected. They could be soulmates for all he knows, but he doesn’t want to say that and scare her off.

She stands up and walks towards him, reaching around for her bunny ears, and putting them on. She smirks at as he swallows.

“You’re really okay with all of this?” He puts his hands on her shoulders.

“I know I wanna be with you. Maybe I shouldn’t want that, but I do. I…I don’t think I could stay away from you even if I wanted to.”

“I feel the same way.”

“Is…is someone going to tell us we can’t see each other anymore?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I’m like a prince, no one tells me who I can and can’t see.”

“Good, because…” She presses her hands to his chest and lets her towel fall. “I got all dressed up tonight because I wanted to look cute for you, and I’m really sad it all went to waste.”

“It didn’t.”

He cups her cheeks and presses his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He backs her up against his bed, and lays her down. He gets his pants off, and climbs on top of her. . She wraps her legs around his waist and he grinds his clothed dick against her. She groans and scratches her nails down his back. He kisses down her body, and looks up at her to make sure it’s alright before he dives in. She nods frantically, and he goes for it. He licks all around her folds, essentially making out with her other lips, and then he sucks on her clit. Her hands fly to his hair, and she tugs harshly. He moans against her, and her mouth falls open. Her hips buck up towards his mouth. He thought she tasted so fucking good. He was nose deep, moving his face from side to side, and she loses it. He licks her clean and pops his head up.

“Holy shit.” She breathes. He chuckles and gets his boxers off. He moves to sit up against the headboard. His tip was leaking for her. “Are…are you that big because of the wolf thing, or…?”

“Nah, that’s just good genetics, love.” He grins. “C’mere, bunny rabbit, come bounce on my cock for me.” Her mouth falls open and does as he says quickly. She swings her leg over his lap, and lines him up with her. “Wait, uh, do you, like, want me to use a condom, or-“

“M’on the pill, it’s fine.” She smiles at him and he nods. “Thanks for asking, though.” The head of his cock pushes inside her and she bites down on his shoulder as she takes him deeper, inch by inch. She lets out a puff of air once he’s all the way. She looks up at him with big eyes. “Will you help me?”

He bites down on her bottom lip as he moves her up and down on his hard dick. She was so snug around him, he was starting to lose control a little. His claws grow and he scratches at her love handles. She gasps into his mouth.

“Shit, sorry, I-“

“No, it feels good, it’s okay.” She smiles and moves around in a circle on him.

“Here I was thinking you were this innocent little thing.” He smirks and runs his nails down her back. Her head rolls backwards and he notices goosebumps raise on her skin.

“I usually am, but you’re bringing something out of me.”

“Do you feel good?” He asks as he nibbles on her neck.

“Yeah, really good.” She bounces faster up and down on him. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”

“Me too.”

He slots his mouth over hers, and licks into her. She moans into him. This is exactly what they both needed right now. He retracts his claws and before she has a second to protest he snakes a hand between them to rub her clit.

“Oh!” She gasps.

“Gonna make you come again, baby.”

She moans out as she feels it bubbling in her stomach.

“You can come inside me if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, I really wanna feel it.”

He nods and rubs her faster. She cries out into his neck, and then he bursts inside her. He fills her to the brim, and it has her panting. He kisses her tenderly as she whimpers. He takes the bunny ears off her and tosses them elsewhere before carefully lifting her off of him. He lays her down, and grabs the towel she was using earlier to clean her up.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet.” She says tiredly.

“It’s the least I could, I made a fucking mess inside you.” He chuckles. “There we are, all clean.” He tosses the towel in his hamper and knees back onto the bed. She rolls over onto his chest as he turns the lights off.

“That was really great.” She nuzzles into his neck. “I’ve never felt so confident with someone before.”

“I enjoyed it too.”

“So, do you get, like, animal instincts or urges sometimes? Like, do you ever randomly chase after squirrels, what am I dealing with here?”

“No.” He laughs. “Nothing like that, although I really enjoy getting my head scratched, like, behind my ears like a dog would.” He mumbles the part about the dog. “The only time I would chase after another animal is I’ve fully transformed, and I only do that on full moons. It’s liberating to just run free like that.”

“Will you be able to tell when I’m getting my period, or if I’m on it?”

“Yeah. I have a keen sense of smell. My hearing’s enhanced too.”

“Oh my god.” She sits up a little. “So did they just hear everything?”

“Probably, unless they’re asleep already.” He shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, no need to be embarrassed, alright?”

“Are…are you gonna have to transfer schools since the hunters know you’re here?”

“We shouldn’t need to. We’ll need to see how many of them are here and what not. My mum might send reinforcements if need be. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have fucked you if I thought I wasn’t going to be able to stay.”

“Okay.” She settles back down and he pulls the blankets over them.

“Do you mind if I sort burrow under the blankets again? I could just rest my head on your stomach.”

“Sure.” She smiles and he pecks her lips. He shifts under the blankets, and rests his head just above one of her hips. She mindlessly scratches at his head and he sighs. “Comfy?” She giggles.

“Very.”

The next morning Y/N sits comfortably in Harry’s sweats in the kitchen while Niall makes her breakfast. Harry and Louis were on a video call with Anne and Gemma.

“Does it bother you that they’re having you babysit me?” She asks him as he sets a bowl of fruit in front of her. He was making pancakes as well.

“Not at all, love. The conversation doesn’t really concern me. Harry’s talking to his family, and Louis is a pack leader so it makes sense for him to be in on the chat.” He sets a short stack in front of her.

“Thank you.”

“So…” He drums his fingers on the kitchen island. “You know everything?”

“I wouldn’t say everything, but I know the three of you are…a little special.”

“And you’re not scared?”

“The three of you rushed into the woods to save me. I’m more scared of the people who dragged me out with guns on their hips.” They hear a noise from upstairs that sounds like a puppy just got kicked. “Jesus, what was that?”

“Oh…Harry must’ve just ripped out one of his claws.” Niall gives her a soft smile and digs into his own pancakes.

“What will me wearing it do, exactly?”

“Alright, so basically, we’ve got this stuff all around the house that makes it so we can’t be tracked. I can’t really explain it, it’s outside my expertise. You may notice we all smoke a lot of cigarettes?” She nods at him. “They’re not normal cigarettes, they have the same stuff in them. It would kill you if you tried in inhale one, so we give normal people pieces of ourselves and it has the same effect. You’ll need to wear it all the time.”

“It won’t just decompose?”

“No, he has something to put on it so it won’t. It’ll sort of look like a shark tooth or something to the untrained eye.”

Harry and Louis come downstairs. Harry’s face is flushed, and he comes around behind Y/N to clasp the chain with his claw on it.

“I panted it black.” He mutters.

“Are you alright?” She asks as he sits down next to her.

“Yeah, it already grew back, see?” He holds his hand up for her.

“We’ve been given the greenlight from Anne, Harry’s mum.” Louis says as he pops a blueberry into his mouth. “But you need to be sworn to secrecy. You can’t say anything, Y/N.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Because we’re trying to live normal lives, and-“

“She’s not going to say anything!” Harry slams his hands down on the island. “We literally just spoke with my mother about this for a bloody hour! I trust her, there’s nothing more to it than that!” His fangs peak out, and Louis growls at him.

“Do I need to remind you that male healers are extremely gullible? Or did your mother not drive that point home enough for you up there?”

“I-“

“H-Harry…” She puts her hand on his back and he looks at her. Her heart was racing.

“Oh, baby, we’re scaring you.” His fangs retract and he takes her hand in his. “I’m sorry, we’ll cool it.”

“You’ll need to stay here the rest of the weekend.” Louis says. “It may not be safe for you at your flat.”

“What about roommates.”

“I’m gonna go check on them.” Niall says. “I have a class with Georgie, shouldn’t be too weird.”

“Y/N, have you ever taken any self-defense classes or anything?” Louis asks her.

“No.” The boys all share a look. “Should I?”

“Harry will take you to the boxing gym that he goes to and show you some ways to defend yourself. You should be safe, but you can never be too careful.”

She looks at Harry and smirks at him.

“Wanna get into the ring with me?” She giggles and he giggles too. Louis sighs heavily rolls his eyes.

“I’m gonna take my breakfast to my room.” He grumbles and leaves.

Harry started going to the bookstore twice as often, setting up shop there for most of Y/N’s shift. If he could have curled up in her lap and sat on top of her in calculus he would have. Whenever he’d go over to Y/N’s place, he was always laying on top of her. Her hands were in his hair, and sometimes his foot would start shaking if she scratched him just right. He was in heaven. Her roommates, however, saw an extremely clingy and possessive guy taking up all of her time. So, they decide to talk to her about it.

“Guys, I can’t talk long. Harry’s gonna be here soon.” Y/N says as she packs her overnight bag.

“We know, it’s just…we’re a little concerned.” Talia says.

“With what?”

“He literally lives up your asshole.” Georgie says.

“He’s…clingy, but it’s not a bad thing. He gives me my space when I need it.”

“You told him to go home one night and I swear to god I heard him whimper, Y/N, whimper!” Talia says. “Also….he likes to call you ‘bunny’, and I I’m pretty sure that’s a weird BDSM nickname. Like, does he make you wear a collar or some shit, or-“

“Okay.” Y/N laughs. “You are so far off. He calls me bunny because I was dressed like one for Halloween, and sometimes I wear the ears when we have sex, but that’s the extent of it.”

It wasn’t the extent of it, but her friends didn’t need to know when they were feeling especially naughty, they would play a game of big bad wolf. Y/N had hot glues the bunny tail from her costume to a pair of lace panties, and she’d wear a lace bra, and Harry would hide somewhere in his room, and he pop out with his glowing red eyes, his fangs, and his claws. He wouldn’t scare her, it turned her on to see him so forceful. And then…once he “caught” her, she was in charge. She’d ride his dick, and tell him to be good for her while she squeezed and tugged at his curls.

“So, you’re both just a little kinky, but he’s not making you do anything you don’t wanna do, right?” Georgie says.

“Exactly.” Y/N smiles. “Look, I love you guys. I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do. I promise, if anything felt wrong with him I would tell you. We’re in a perfectly healthy relationship.” There’s a knock downstairs, and she slings her bag over her shoulder after getting her jacket on. “That’s him, I have to go.”

She goes downstairs, and opens the front door. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him before he takes his bag for her. He laces his fingers through her hand.

“How’s my little angel baby?” He asks her and it makes her giggle.

“Good, how are you?”

“Good.” He nods. “Sorry I couldn’t be there during your shift today, I was a little busy with the boys.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t expect you to be there all the time.”

He gets her into his place, and he can’t stop grinning. She gasps when she sees a folding table set up in the living room, a nice tablecloth on it, and delicious food piled high.

“What is all this?” She says as she walks over to the table. Niall and Louis come out of the kitchen with biscuits and wine.

“You celebrate Thanksgiving right? Not like you can easily go home for that, so we cooked.” Harry says. “We looked up what all the best stuff is.”

“You…you did all of this for me?” They look at each other like they’re the only two people in the room.

“Well…yeah.” He takes her hands in his. “I…I love you, Y/N.”

“Oh, Harry, I love you too!” She throws her arms around him and slots her mouth over his. He groans into his kiss and pulls her closer.

“Ahem.” Niall says. “We’ve got hot food here…so…”

“Right.” Harry clears his throat and steps back from Y/N. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

Everyone enjoys the meal. Y/N giggles as they boys tear into the turkey and pretty much obliterate it. Usually they all had manners, but she thinks seeing the turkey ignited something primal in them. She eats until she’s the happy kind of full, and then she helps clean up. After cuddling on the couch (and making sure to go to the bathroom), Harry and Y/N go up to his room.

“I can’t believe you did all of that for me.” She pouts at him as she sits on his bed. He kneels in front of her and rubs his hands up and down on her thighs.

“Do you wanna do something for me?”

“Anything.”

He grins and pecks her lips as he stands up. He goes into his dresser and grabs a few things, keeping them behind his back.

“I’ve been sort of preparing myself all week for this, and I feel really close to you. These last couple of months have been incredible, and we love each other so…I was wondering how you’d feel about topping me.”

“Harry, I top you all the time.” She giggles.

“No, I mean, like…” He takes a strap and a bottle of lube out from behind his back.

“Oh!” She gasps. “Oh my god…you’ve been putting that up your ass all week?”

“No, I used a butt plug, and I got all cleaned out. Wanna give it a try, bunny?”

“Will you fuck me first?”

“Yes.”

She smiles and nods at him. He eagerly gets his clothes off, and he helps her get out of is.

“I just…l don’t wanna lick you down there like you’ve done to me, is that okay? I’ll use my fingers, but I don’t wanna stick my tongue up your ass.” She says as he kisses on her neck.

“Yeah, that’s fine. It’s why I got so much lube.” He smirks at her. “But you have no problem with me doing it to you, that’s cute.”

“That’s because your tongue works all kinds of magic.”

He growls at her and kisses down her body, getting between her legs. He sucks on her clit while he fingers her, knuckle deep. He throws her legs over his shoulders and relentlessly fucks her with his fingers. She was a heaving mess underneath him. She comes around him, squeezing tightly around his fingers. He takes them out of her and sucks them into his mouth. He takes her hand and sucks two of her fingers into his mouth. She groans watching him.

“Okay, I wanna fuck you now.” She says.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She bites her bottom lip. “I’m really into it now. I wanna make you feel good.”

He kisses her quickly before grabbing the strap and the lube. He helps her into it, and she gets the lube on her fingers. He lays on his back with his legs spread for her. He had trimmed everything for her, which she greatly appreciated. Harry didn’t always manscape, not that she minded, but he clearly wanted to make things as comfortable as possible for her. She swirls her fingers around his hole and he spreads further apart for her.

“Wish I could have seen you with the butt plug in.” She grunts as she fingers him easily.

“I’ll happily wear it for you any time you want.”

“What made you wanna do this with me?” She asks as he gets the dildo attached to the strap lubed up.

“I’ve always wanted to try it, but I’ve never trusted someone enough.”

“God.” She breathes. “That is so sweet. Okay, I’m gonna start. Make sure to tell me if it hurts or something.”

“I will, go ahead.” He holds his legs back for her and she slowly pushes inside him. He tries to keep his breathing steady as she keeps going. Once she’s all the way in she waits for his signal. “You can move.” He grunts.

She slowly moves out, and then back in. She puts more lube on the dildo to add to his comfort, and then continues. Eventually she’s able to get a pace going, and she wraps her hand around his twitching, hard cock. His head falls back into his pillows and his mouth hangs open.

“Oh! Shit, do that again.” He groans. “Think you hit my g-spot.”

“Here?” She thrusts into him again and his eyes roll back into his head. She bites her bottom lip and she hits the spot over and over while pumping him silly with her hand.

“Feels so fucking good, Y/N.” He was starting to pant. “Will you sit on my face when we’re done? I wanna fuck you with my tongue.”

“Y-yeah, we can do whatever you want.” Her legs were shaking. She was extremely turned on seeing him like this.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, babe!”

She gives him one last good push while he comes into her hand. Some of his gets onto his lower tummy, but he doesn’t seem to care. She licks her palm clean of him, and he moans at the sight. She carefully pulls out of him and gets the strap off.

“Are you sure you wanna-“

“Get up here, now.” He growls at her, and his eyes flash red for a moment.

She didn’t dare fuck with him, so she crawls up his body, and he grips her hips harshly as he licks into her. She gasps, especially from the way he nibbles at her clit. She tugs at his hair as she starts riding his face. He moans against her, loving the way she tastes. She was dripping for him. No one had ever made her this wet before.

“H-Harry.” She moans and he presses her harder against him. “Fuck, oh my god, shit!” She comes on his tongue and he laps her up. He nips at her inner thigh before she gets off him. “W-wow, that was-“

“Wanna take a bath?” He asks, already getting up.

“Sure.” She shrugs. “How are you feeling?”

“Incredible, baby, you did such a good job. What about me? Was I good for you?”

“Yeah, Harry, you were really good.”

If his tail had been out he’d be wagging it. He grabs a couple of towels, and they head to the bathroom. Once the tub is full of bubbles and calming scents, they both get in. Harry sits in front of Y/N so he can rest his head on her shoulder, and so she can play with his hair.

“Are you going home for the holidays?” He asks her, turning slightly to make eye contact.

“Nope, can’t afford it. I just video chatted with my family last year, it was fine, why?”

“Well, how would you like to come to my house for Christmas? My family really wants to meet you, I want you to meet them too, of course.”

“I…I’d love to.”

“And you won’t be the only regular person there either, some of them choose not to be turned.”

“It’s nice everyone’s so cool about it.”

“Love is love.” He shrugs. “So, you really wanna come home with me?” He pouts up at her.

“Of course I do.” She squishes her nose to his. “Sounds like fun.”

“And we can travel a bit too, if you want.”

“I don’t care what we do, I’m just happy to spend time with you, Harry.”

He smiles and pecks her lips. After they get out they towel off, and go back into his room. They get cozy in his bed with his head laying on her chest.

“Do your parents know about me?” He asks as he fondles one of her breasts.

“Yes.” She giggles. “I told them I started seeing a very nice boy in my calculus class, and since my grades have been good they haven’t seemed to mind. They may come try to visit over winter break since it’s so long.”

“Would you let me meet them?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’d really wanna make a good impression.”

“I wanna make a good impression with your family too.” She whines slightly. “Your mom is this powerful matriarch.”

“Yeah, but she’s also like any other mum.” He kisses on her breast. “God, you are always as sweet as honey. I always wanna kiss you all over.”

“Mm, I like it when you kiss me all over.” She runs a hand through his hair.

“Your body is so perfect.”

“Harry.” She giggles. “No it’s not.”

“Sure it is. I love every little thing about it.”

“Thank you.” She leans forward to kiss his forehead. He yawns out and shakes his head. “Sleepy?”

“Yeah.”

She nods and reaches to turn the light off as he goes further under the covers to rest his head on her hip. It wasn’t the most conventional way to sleep, but he always made her feel safe, and he told her it made him feel safe to sleep like that. She wasn’t entirely sure what it meant to be in a relationship with a werewolf. It wasn’t too different from being in a relationship with a regular person, they just took more precautions than most. Sometimes being with Harry was like having a pet. He needed a lot of attention, and a lot of love, but it was okay, she had plenty of it to give him.

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Can you do the bad batch having to tell reader to take a binder break

Yes you can! I had to do some research first and find effects of wearing a binder for someone who wears one to wrong, reading some of them. I hope whoever binds, binds safely

I was also thinking, maybe I do other ones like she transitioning into a they, or a he. Maybe the batch getting use to that, I have to do research to do these because I dont want to get anything wrong, so if you'd guys likes to help, I'd gladly take it.

Reader: Female

Safety First| The Bad Batch

Y/n took cover besides Crosshair.

"So this is what happens when we try and save your ass huh?!" Y/n laughed as Crosshair chuckled.

"Wow I really missed your bantering!" Tech shouted over the blaster fire, across the way taking his own cover.

Y/n laughed happily, "Get in here!" Echo argued through the comn link he had started the ship up.

Y/n covered the group of men and child as she fired at the soilders, rushing back she tried to make it to the ship but was shot in the shoulder.

"Y/n!"

Wrecker rushed forward grabbing her as the men covered the two, they making it into the ship as she was set on a chair.

"Tech, Echo! get us out of here!" Hunter demanded.

"Im working on it!" Tech argued.

Crosshair with the help of Wrecker moved Y/n to the back to assest her wound.

Within a matter of mintues Tech was shouted something about Hyperspace and there was a large sigh of relief from the cockpit.

They set Y/n down, both Crosshair and Wrecker removing her armor as easy as possible, but tried to be quick.

Stripping her down to her blacks Crosshair delicately removed her shirt.

"Hey you upgraded since last time." Crosshair comented on her binder as she laughed in pain as he put an anti-bac injection in her arm along with a morphine injection.

"Not helping."

"Sorry."

The others made there way in the back.

Tech pushing past the group and kneeling infront of her.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Omega questioned as Hunter nodded.

"She'll be fine." Hunter told her.

"Hey kid." Wrecker spoke, "Lula might make her feel better."

Omega nodded rushing off to get the doll with Wrecker.

"We'll have to take this off to do a full inspection for precaution." Tech spoke as Crosshair sat next to her, "I can see part of this scar from last time is also healing over well."

"Nothing new." Y/n spoke as Tech asked Hunter to go get something from his bunk.

Y/n took off the binder as she leaned back, Tech inspecting the scar that went down the center of her chest.

"Did I put that on you?" Crosshair asked.

"No." Y/n responded.

"Oh." Crosshair spoke, "good...good."

Y/n nodded as Tech was looking for bandages, Echo handed them to him as he looked back at her.

"Atleast blaster fire usually cartirizes the area on contact..." Tech contuined to ramble as Echo found himself staring at her.

Well not at her, but her scars. She was prone to getting hurt and it wasnt uncommon that Echo or one of the guys patched her up. Omega had even put a pink bandaid on her head happy she had helped.

But last time she had been injured Echo took over most of the treatment, he may have only had one hand but had the steadiest of hands out of them all- besides Crosshair, but the clone had been busy shooting at them during that mission.

"Here, your data pad." Hunter spoke handing it to Tech.

Echo watched as she rubbed her non injured shoulder in discomfort.

"It looks like this opened up again." Tech responded looking at another cut, his hand holding her wrist, two fingers pressed to her skin firmly, "I highly recommend stop the binding for a week, you're skins tender and you're heart isn't increased much but has increased, are you having trouble breathing?"

"No."

"Yes." Echo corrected, "I've seen you in battle you're not as efficient as usual, and your scarring easier."

"Please. Im not scarring easier." Y/n responded.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Echo took Tech's data pad from him, pulling up the medical log,

"Most of your stiches are done by me, but I log them. Ever injury." Echo responded, "I had logged the other day's scars and new stiches the momment after you left."

"And?" Crosshair questioned, "she's always been prone to getting hurt. It's Y/n. Thats why Im surpised I didn't shoot her dead."

"Thank you Crosshair." Y/n thanked for the support.

Echo stopped scrolling, "Okay. See." He showed Tech and Hunter.

"These red ones are fresh ones, these white ones are current stiches and these gray ones are healed no matter stiches or regualr cut." Echo explained, the body chart filled with marks and areas of multiple colors, white overlapping gray and red overlapping gray.

"Okay so whats the blue for?" Hunter questioned.

"The pink repersents what she's strained, broken, and or disclocated, see its changing from pink to gray slolwy, shes healing."

"Okay so whats the blue for." Hunter questioned again looking at the data pad.

"Thats not my bussniess." Echo responded, "and stop asking."

Hunter was taken back by the tone of Echo as Echo contuined to explain.

"This ones new, this is new, that ones new, this shoulder that had healed is most likely strained." Echo responded.

"Oh please, it cant be that bad." Y/n spoke snatching up the data pad, as Crosshair leaned over to look.

There was a number of new scars littered across her abdomen and shoulders.

"And we haven't even seen your back." Echo responded.

" I have to agree." Crosshair responded.

"I thought you agreed with me-"

"Yeah, its one thing to see scars I put on you." Crosshair responded, "but you're putting these on yourself-"

"You make it sound likes Im some depressed fuck!"

"Now Y/n, we don't mean it in that sense-" Hunter tried to explain, he would admit maybe they should of had this conversation more controlled, maybe only one of them should of talked to her at a time.

Y/n was angered, "My body! My choice!-"

"Yes but your not being safe." Tech tried to argue.

"And what we're doing out there every day is?!" Y/n argued grabbing her things and walking off slipping on her black turle neck as she did, pushing past Wrecker angerily as she winced holding her shoulder as she only pushed her way on.

"What happened to Y/n?" Omega questioned.

"She looked like she wanted to cry." Wrecker chipped in Lula in hand, "I thought you guys were helping her."

"Truth be told we don't know what she's going through," Hunter told the men.

"Well we do know-"

"Emotionally Tech." Hunter cut him off.

The room went quiet as everyone thought, it was true, they didn't, but two did know the feeling of being singled out, overwhelmed, or overprotected.

"I'll talk to her."

Echo and Crosshair looked at each other.

"I'll talk to her." They repeated.

"I'll talk to her." Wrecker spoke up.

"Uh." Tech responded, "no offense Wrecker- but uh-"

Hunter stopped Tech, "just you two."

Wrecker nodded as he walked back to the front of the ship, walking out the ship and down the ramp.

"Y/n?" He called out, the sky had been taken over by the night.

"Over here."

Following the sound of her voice he walked around the side of the ship, he found her, shirt lifted up to her collar bone as she looked at herself in a shard of mirror she had found on one of there trips, she winced touching her fresh brusies as Wrecker frowned.

"It hurt?"

"J-just a bit..." Y/n told him a small shake in her voice.

He frowned walking over as she pulled her shirt down with a wince, sitting herself up on a crate, Wrecker sitting besides her on a separate crate.

"Come to tell me I need to stop? Because there's no reason too."

"No."

Y/n was a bit confused, "Oh. Well good."

"But I get it."

Y/n looked besides her, "You do?"

"Yeah...I. I know Im not all smart like Tech. Or quick as Hunter and Cross. Or an easy climber like Echo is..." Wrecker spoke, "and Im especially not as small as all of them..."

Y/n frowned as Wrecker rang his hands together.

"But uh, well. I get not likin yourself and all." Wrecker admitted, "I don't like myself sometimes when I stand besides the others, Im so big- so I uh think I understand why you wanna change yourself to feel comfortable, its why Im always sitting when with them. It makes me feel better."

Y/n listned, "and as much as I'd like to be shorter. My brothers wouldnt want me cutting off my feet or anythin to make me shorter."

"Well no kidding, you'd be in serious pain for a while you're brothers don't want you in any pain and neither would I-" Y/n responded, but stopped, "oh."

"Sure it isnt as painfull as cutting your feet cut off. But Im sure it will eventually be that painful. Like you're shoulder."

Y/n rubbed her shoulder, "I seen you flinch when you ran into me, I don't like seeing you hurt."

Y/n stayed silent, "I-" she tried to explain.

"You don't have to explain," Wrecker spoke, "Just know. We understand, we're your brothers."

Y/n nodded, "We should probably get your shoulder looked at."

"Oh uh...yeah."

Wrecker and Y/n walked back to the entrance of the ship, hearing arguing.

"Don't you have a book- or something on it?!"

"Well if I did I'd be applying it to Y/n! Do you understand how hard it is to grasp this concept, I don't know the diffrence between fabrics! Why can't she just use bandage wrap! What it really does!"

"Well it makes her feel better so figure it out!"

"Oh yeah! Therapist Echo in the house people! Do you understand this crap?!"

"Well- No-"

"Do you understand the anatomy of breast-"

"Tech!"

"What do you!?"

"I do."

"Crosshair shut up you havent even slept with a woman! This isnt a game!-"

"I-"

"Tech!"

Tech turned around seeing Y/n and Wrecker standing side by side.

"Um...mind ranting after patching me up? Or during?"

"You're okay?" Tech questioned hands setting on her shoulders as she winced.

"Uh." She repsonded pulling away and looking at the men infront of her, "No. Actually can you help?"

"We'd never thought we'd never get to say yes to that question in our lives to you."

#star wars: the bad batch #star wars echo #the bad batch #sw: tbb #star wars crosshair #star wars wrecker #star wars hunter #star wars tech #bad batch tech #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch hunter #wrecker bad batch #hunter the bad batch

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sothatmyocshauntmealittleless · 3 years

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No time to die - part 1/2

->part 2

author's note: so this is a piece I started writing when I got bored in a family gathering like two years ago, and I rewrote it recently. This is the first part and I haven't finished editing the rest but I estimate that there would be one or two more parts. The story is about two high school friends that meet after five years of having no contact with each other and their confrontation. Also the name is inspired by the song with the same name by Billie Eilish 'cause I was listening to it while writing a part of this and the song really suits the relationship between the characters.

~1800 words

I’m feeling a burning ache in my abdomen, and my mind is full of different scenarios that this could lead to, one worse that the other. What if I call an ambulance? I answer myself within a fraction of a second that it wouldn’t lead to pleasant things though the alternative which is bleeding to death isn’t ideal either. So just when I’ve finally convinced myself to pick up the phone and call an ambulance before I pass out, a name crosses my mind. It’s the best and the worst thing that I can do at the same time, but well sometimes your survival instincts would take over your overthinking abilities, no matter how strong they are. And despite all my hesitation, I know the number by heart.

She picks up the phone after few rings, “Hello?”, I’m a bit thrown off by how her voice is the same but her tone is different from the last time I’ve heard her, “Hi”, my voice shakes and I don’t know if it’s from the injury or hearing her voice again. “Riley? Is that you?”, somehow she could recognize me from just that one word and at least her tone is less formal now. “Yeah it’s me, listen I wanted to ask if you could come here now if you can, but it’s totally fine if you can’t make it.” Maybe it’s the shock of hearing someone from your past, or my shaky voice that she agrees to come without any other questions and I tell her my address in the calmest pace I can.

Until she arrives I spend my time overthinking on how bad of an idea it was to call her, and why would she even bother herself with my problems anymore, like who in their right mind would hurry in the middle of the night to heal someone from their past that they tried so hard to abandon. But careful knocks on the door save me from my thoughts. I open the door and for a moment think that the option of bleeding to death at least could’ve saved me from the awkwardness of this, before I manage to say “Thank you so much for coming, I really didn’t want to trouble you”, she replies “Not that I love getting surprise calls at midnight but what’s the occasion?” and then she takes a look at me with her perfect hazel eyes and sees it, the blood soaking my shirt and says “holy fuck Ri, what did… what happen- it doesn’t matter now”

It takes her only few moments to get into her other sleeve, the doctor she was trained to be, giving orders and analyzing the situation, only stopping once to curse me under her breath that I should’ve told her to bring her medical stuff and that I’m a lucky bastard that she didn’t come totally unprepared. Then her inner doctor takes charge completely. I tell myself maybe outer, you know it’s who she is now, heal first talk later that’s what she does.

“Take your shirt off”, I obey without making a snarky comment because even I can tell it would be inappropriate. I can’t really describe the process of her stitching me up, because I’ve never been a big fan of surgeries to the point I even skip them when they come up in movies, and maybe beside how pain makes everything hazy, I can’t wrap my head around the idea of her hands on me.

When it’s done she gives me some final instructions and tells me to don’t move from where I’m sitting for at least half an hour. Then standing in front of me without taking a step, she looks at her watch and her gaze lingers to the door and I know she’s thinking about leaving, but decides against it, at least for now.

“So are you gonna tell me how this happened?”, she asks gesturing towards my wound that is now stitched and bandaged. I guess I’m too exhausted for anything but the truth so I say “I was working on a case, and it didn’t end well.” She glares at me, “Well I can see that clearly, but how did it turn that way?”, “my client was a small business going to court against a big company, I had some dirty things on them but they weren’t enough proof so I was looking for more and they sent someone to scare me off I think, but um I tried to resist and it escalated quickly and I got a nice killer knife wound.” “It wasn’t fatal,” she says, “What?” I reply a bit shocked, “I said it wasn’t fatal, the knife didn’t go that deep, what? You thought I could fix a fatal cut with couple of stiches?” to that I mumble that I really trust her abilities and she rolls her eyes. I think at this point we’re past the formal greetings and small talks and now that the crisis is over she seems done with my shit so she continues “So you’ve finally fulfilled your dreams and became the woman you’ve always aspired to be, a detective/lawyer hunting down bad guys and giving them what they deserve” she doesn’t even try to hide the bitterness in her voice, and so if we’re going there now, I won’t try to hide it from mine either, “And you’ve became a doctor, a life you have dreamed of from the beginning, never even thinking to be anything else.”

She sighs and drops to the couch in front of me, “So this is the time that you’ve finally decided to talk about it.” It doesn’t sound like a question, more like a statement. Maybe being in pain and exhausted sharpens your edges and makes the things you’ve hidden carefully to snap free because I can’t hold back when I say: “Says the one who just abandoned me overnight and decided to part ways forever without even a heads up.” The thing is I’ve imagined having this conversation so many times in so many different situations, that it actually happening doesn’t feel real, it feels like another one of those fantasies in my head except she is really here now, and my pulse is betraying me by beating so damn fast.

“I didn’t abandon you, If I had you’d still be bleeding.” And a part of me wants to just accept that and move on and embrace her, because I’ve missed her, hell I’ve missed her so much I want to hug her and never let go, and we have a lot to catch up on too, five years worth of memories. Five years that we were no more than outside observers in each other's lives, but the stronger part, the part that’s been hurting ever since wants to have this conversation, needs to have this conversation or else I would never stop imagining it in my head.

“Well maybe our definition of abandonment is a bit different, ‘cause changing your life course and treating me like a stranger and pretending like all our planning and dreaming for future never happened sure as hell fits in mine.”

“I never treated you like a stranger, you were the one who decided to not talk to me and have anything to do with me anymore and cut contact completely”

“Because I couldn’t do it like that anymore, like I was just another one in your new class, as if we didn’t have history, like what we had wasn’t something more. We used to joke about how disconnected we felt from them, not because we hated them because we were different, or at least I thought you were.”

“People change Riley.”

And for a few moments neither of us backfires anything else to the other, and my mind finds time to wonder for the thousandth time why we didn’t even call each other all these years. But well one of the things that made us close at first was how stubborn we were. I remember clearly when there was a debate competition in school and we were a team and crashed the whole thing. Beside our passion for the matter we were unstoppable, to the point that each match ended to the other team being like “dear god just let it go it’s over”, and remembering those days even now in the midst of this makes me a little calmer.

I can’t help but ask, “Was it because I tried to-“ before letting me finish she says “God no, you think I could transfer in a day? And for what? Not everything is about you, or what you do or what you want, I thought five years would be enough time to learn that”, and well I’ve always known that it was a coincidence that those two things happened successively. But deep down I couldn’t shove the idea away that it was all because she wanted to get away from me, that it was my fault and I shouldn’t have done it after all. I know that doubt has led me to be selfish, and to give up on trying to fix it, and to suffer more, and I don’t know how to defend it (or if I even should). Throughout all these years I’ve also imagined getting the answer to this question countless times, and how I’ll finally be at peace if I got this answer, but now I don’t feel relived as much as I wanted to.

“So you thought of me in those years?” I say in a hopeful tone still desperately clenching to this conversation, as if all this could be solved just if we have this talk. “Way to avoid my point right? You haven’t changed a bit, reckless and careless and always holding on to things that don’t matter much to the extent that you nearly got yourself killed,” but she says this in a kinder tone than the previous one, maybe even with a hint of worry in her voice. I finally give up on trying to get this conversation to fix it all, and decide that we’re too tired now, so I reply “I thought you said it wasn’t fatal.” A pause then, “It’s really late, are you going to leave now?” I hope that she can hear the silent ‘stay’ in what I just said. “I don’t think I can get a taxi now, can I? considering the time, and I don’t have the energy to explain all this to someone and wake them to pick me up”, “you can stay if you want?” and for all we’ve been through, I’m relieved when she agrees.

//end of part 1

->part 2

#so this is the first piece of writing that I'm posting online and I'm a bit nervous but also excited about it #anyways I hope you enjoy it #writing #authors #writrblr #writers on tumblr

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silentprincess17 · 3 years

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Sometimes Things Have To Get Worse Before They Get Better

This is essentially a darker, heavier alternate take on Memory #7 - Blades of the Yiga. I wanted to write a fic with a competent Yiga Clan. (Yes you read that right). It is very angsty in the beginning and then becomes fluffy (hence the title!)

Summary: Link and Zelda have returned from Vah Naboris with Urbosa and have spent the night in Kara Kara Bazaar Inn. Link wakes up and finds her missing.

Cue the angst.

This story is complete and I will post each chapter daily on here but you can read the whole thing on AO3

Rating: Mature (Graphic descriptions of violence) Pairing: Link/Zelda (Zelink) Characters: Link, Zelda, The Yiga Clan, Master Kohga

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: So what do we do now? (or the fluffy chapter to the previous angsty one)

Link awoke and immediately questioned it, because he felt like he was still dreaming, in a Castle Courtyard where, as a child he’d snuck through a small canal to get in to see the Princess, and as an adult he’d waltzed in as Captain of the Guards. Because he could hear her lullaby. It had been so long… He slowly opened his eyes, disorientated because he was staring into the familiar vivid green eyes of His Princess, not the blue of other, so she wasn’t her, and he wasn’t him, but the lullaby? And she was smiling at him, albeit weakly. What- smiling? His Princess? At him?! What had happened?

There was more to add to his confusion though, because she was humming. She was the one humming the lullaby, but it wrong, because it wasn’t her lullaby, but really who was he to say otherwise, it probably was the lullaby for all the Princesses named Zelda. It- it was achingly familiar, but disturbing because all the times felt wrong and messed up. This wasn’t his, this wasn’t meant to comfort him, but it was anyway.

But why was he –

He blinked, waking up properly this time. He suddenly realised where he was exactly. He was in the Princess of Hyrule’s lap. His head was resting on her thighs. She was stroking his hair. His ponytail was gone. She was humming her lullaby to him. And she wasn’t angry at him.

Everything about this situation screamed wrong.

And then it all came hurtling back, and Link felt like he’d been stabbed all over with those darts the Yiga had aimed at her stomach. They’d been captured by the Yiga. Goddesses above. He rapidly sat up and felt a burst of pain all the way across his right shoulder and down his arm, and his vision swam, from the remaining drug in his system or from the pain he didn’t know.

“Link! Don’t get up so fast you-”

She gently pulled on his good arm, and he didn’t put up much resistance, mainly because it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He felt so disjointed, and he knew this was wrong, but he wasn’t feeling well enough to protest.

And okay, maybe he was a little glad she didn’t seem to hate him anymore. Just a little.

He raised his eyebrows at her, hoping she’d understand. She did. “After they drugged you asleep, because I guess they figured they’d never beat you otherwise, they did the same for me- I got caught barely a few metres from where you fell. And then I presume we both got carted to their Hideout. I woke up before you because I had a lower dose, and I, um, well.”

She awkwardly pointed to his right shoulder. “You know, I’m no Mipha, and it’s not like we have any healing resources, but I needed to close your wound in case it got infected- I believe they wrenched the sickle out of you before they dumped us in here. And I thought it best to at least try to sew it together whilst you were asleep and couldn’t feel much. It, went well, surprisingly- you didn’t bleed excessively considering they removed the object that was effectively acting as a tamponade, but I think because it landed squarely in your trapezius, it didn’t hit any major blood supplies, thankfully. I cleaned it as best as I could. And it was a good thing I had my mini sewing supplies in my pocket, Urbosa’s skirt had a small cut she wanted me to- uh- never mind. It was lucky that I forgot to put the kit in my pouch, which they took so.”

She paused, “Anyway, just as I put in the last stitch, thinking I could, maybe, relax a little, you started to thrash around, flailing all your limbs everywhere. With hindsight, I think the draught was fading by that point…” She took a short, sharp breath, “And I obviously couldn’t risk you ripping the wound open so in an attempt to calm you I held your head down and started humming and it, uh, worked. So that is why. I was. Doing that.” She fisted her hands awkwardly, bunching the material of her shirt in her hands, between her fractured phrases. Her eyes flittered around, looking everywhere but him. “And I didn’t want you to open that wound again, we don’t have many supplies so, so I guided you to lie down again.” She was clearly uncomfortable. And was that- Farore. She was blushing, he realised. Because of him.

That felt incredibly wrong, no Princess should ever blush at her Knight, so he readied himself to move off her and give her some much needed space.

He nodded, putting her out of her misery before sitting up much more slowly this time. He looked over his shoulder trying to see how bad the wound was, but she’d done an excellent job in sewing him up. Perhaps the embroidery skills she’d learnt were amenable to medical stiches too. He scooted away from her, trying to clear his head a little, and forget how comfortable it felt. How much he’d enjoyed her deft fingers working through his hair. How she'd still smelled of lavender, honey and just a hint of Gerudo spice –

He shook his head, clearly, he was still somewhat delusional following the heady sleeping draught. He needed to apologise to her and he needed to try to find a way to get out. He suddenly remembered her neck, and he dashed over, scanning across her whole body quickly, trying to see if she was okay and if any other wounds had been inflicted on her whilst he was asleep.

“Link!”

What? He had to- why was she bending her neck? He could guess why, and his gut twisted on itself. He’d let her get hurt. He hesitantly raised his hand, and placed it close to her chin, not quite touching, but Zelda tracked his movement and slowly nodded. He ever so gently touched the tips of his fingertips onto her jaw, and pressed upwards and she elongated her neck in compliance.

He gasped. She’d wiped it down, but there was a red, clearly inflamed, scabbed over, curved, line across her neck. He screwed his eyes shut, half wanting to throw up, even though he knew he had nothing in his stomach. He couldn’t look at her, this was his fault, he’d allowed her to get hurt. Some Appointed Knight he was.

He was so lost in cursing himself and his inability to protect her that he missed her hand moving and pressing down on his own, still softly holding her jaw. His eyes flew open at that, but he still couldn’t meet her gaze, looking everywhere but her. “Link.” He knew what she was going to say, and he didn’t want to hear it. It was his fault.

“Link, look at me.”

He couldn’t deny an order from his Princess.

“It wasn’t your fault. You were not the one to draw the sickle against me, okay?” He reluctantly nodded, seeing where she was coming from. “If anything, it was mine for running away. And I should be the one apologising, because you got hurt- and your wound is much more severe compared to this simple scab that will heal with time. And that’s notwithstanding the whole infection risk of using embroidery thread and not actual medical sutures.”

She sighed, patting the ground next to her. He reluctantly let go of her and sat down as she wished, his vision swirled a little, from all the abrupt movement.

She fiddled with her fingers, before turning to him, a determined look in her eyes. “I truly am sorry Link. For- for everything. From running away all those times, to being childishly jealous of you and your success, to… even shouting at you.” She sighed, “Not to mention taking out all my petty frustrations on you, whilst you were only trying to do your job. For, well, letting you get hurt because of me. For ending up here…” She shoved her head in her hands. “Goddesses above, the list never ends. I-”

Her voice went quiet. “I apologise, Link, for not being the Princess you deserve.”

He was shocked. He hadn’t been expecting that to say the least. Words had never been his forte, so he did the best he could.

He tenderly tilted her head towards him, and then shook his head. The vulnerability he saw in those verdant eyes struck him. She was serious, she genuinely regretted it, and he tried to smile reassuringly. How could he ever remain upset with her anyway? Not when he understood and related to her so well.

He placed his other hand on his heart and bent his head towards her. “You accept? No, you forgive me? So easily? No, I insist you give some punishment Link.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he raised both hands up, shrugging slightly. He was never one for punishments and he forgave her, because he understood, he truly did. He just needed to think through his words, and he’d tell her properly.

“You're too kind. I'll find a way, to earn my forgiveness, even if you've already accepted. Although... perhaps being here is punishment enough.” She hugged her knees to her chest, and he closed his eyes for a second, just trying to get his bearings. He still felt dizzy and sitting up so fast as soon as he had woken up, and then rushing to Zelda to look over her had not helped matters. Most likely, this was due to a side effect from inhaling such a high concentration of the drought. He’d have to wait for a bit before moving again, and he spread his palms out on the ground next to his thighs to try to get over the remaining queasiness, keeping his eyes shut so he wouldn’t be further disorientated.

He felt her slip her hand just next to his, her pinkie finger barely touching his thumb.

And Link felt his heart speed up a little. He couldn’t help but feel pleased they’d finally made some progress and were no longer at odds with each other. For the first time, the silence that descended on them was a comfortable one, not fraught with tension like every other time they’d been left alone together. And for that, he was immeasurably glad.

After taking a few minutes to recover his bearings, Link slowly opened his eyes, and was pleased to find his world was not tilting on its axis. He took several deep breaths, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his shoulder.

Okay. He was ready now, to start thinking of a plan.

He motioned for Zelda to wait as he heaved himself to stand, very slowly. And nothing happened, everything was still balanced. Good. He headed over to the bars, first, before realising they were made, in fact, of fairly hardy steel and it wasn’t at all rusted. There would be no hope of breaking them directly, not by hand anyway. And where was the door? He belated realised the metal on one side was different to the others. It was darker in shade. He flicked his index finger at it, but it came back just as hard and resonant. Well. Clearly whatever it was wouldn’t be easy to break either. He tried to stemmy the rising panic when thinking about how the hell they were supposed to break out. He moved to the bottom of the bars, but it became rapidly obvious to him that the mongrels had drilled the bars a significant distance down, too low for them to try to dig out. She shuffled over.

“I had a quick check over the cell too, before, I um, realised that you were hurt. They sort of left you with your back to the wall, so I didn’t actually see the bleeding until I got up close and- well. You know the rest of it. There really isn’t much other than the toilet in the next cell that we can go into.” His eyes lit up, “But no, it’s the exact same thing as this one. More bars, just with a curtain for decency I guess.”

He decided to check everything anyway. Alas, it was an airtight cell. There wasn’t a single thing they could manipulate. Clearly the Yiga had been planning for this.

He cast his eyes out, looking beyond the bars and realised that it in fact looked out to what seemed to be a gigantic circular hole in the sand. The landscape itself naturally moulded into a giant cylinder, perfect to keep the Yiga hidden, and impossible for them to climb out without being seen. If they could even get out of the cell to begin with. Although, eerily, everything seemed quiet.

He turned back to Zelda, motioning to the space outside and then pointing to the banana symbol engraved in the wall. “I found it surprising too. I have no idea where they’ve gone. It’s all very calm. I’m not sure why... Well, this sounds morbid, but I don’t understand why they’ve kept me alive. Surely their intention was to assassinate, and yet, now we’re locked up, and they haven’t come yet. Although I can only assume this is a good thing, time to plan an escape… maybe… well hopefully, anyway.”

He fought a smile off his face. She always did talk too much. Perhaps that was a good thing though, it balanced him out quite nicely.

He sighed, moving to sit down again, it was best to conserve his strength. And looking at the red lanterns and those weird orange wooden planks linked to each other was freaking him out a little. He wasn't sure what the symbolism was, but he was wary. There wasn’t much else they could do, other than wait for one of the Yiga to come, and make the mistake of opening the door, then Link would go into hand combat, and they would have to scale the cliff out of the here. The section to the right actually appeared the least steep, so hopefully Zelda would be able to manage that. However, he could see the snow from here and that meant there was risk of hypothermia, and they didn't have their normal stock of elixirs. Goddesses above, his head hurt from thinking through all the ways this could go wrong.

“You’re looking at the end cliff face. Do you think-”

He nodded.

“I think I can do it. Will you be okay with your wound?”

He nodded again.

She exhaled heavily, coming to sit down next to him. “The chance of a rescue team coming to find us is also depressingly slim, at the minute, because according to Urbosa, we’ve left the desert. According to my father, we’re in the process of travelling to the Spring of Power, and whilst we’re in the vicinity we’re supposed to go visit Daruk again to see if he’s has any progress with controlling Vah Rudania. Therefore, we are not due back at the Castle for another three weeks at least to account for travel time, so he won’t be suspicious of our continued absence. And Daruk thinks were going to Spring first and I don’t think he knows that you are only supposed to stay a day there- he might assume I’ve succeeded and so stayed for longer, or even that we were delayed in Gerudo Town…”

He nodded. Basically, all that meant external help was not coming any time soon.

“How long do you think it’ll take them to realise we’ve been captured?”

He thought about it for a few seconds. It would take at least another two weeks for Daruk to realise something was up, and by the time he relayed that over to Urbosa and the King, it will have been at least three. And then they still needed to search over Hyrule as to where exactly the Princess and Link were, before tracking them down to the Kara Kara Bazaar Inn, and hopefully realising they were, in fact, abducted by the Yiga Clan. And as to the actual rescue itself, he doubted it would take more than a couple of days simply because it involved the Princess and the Hero - the two people who were truly capable of fighting the ever-approaching evil. So overall that was what? Four and a half weeks?

He held up four fingers. Best to not dash her hopes too much.

“Hylia above! A month?!” She slumped against the wall. “I can see why though. It- it’s just so inconvenient that we decided to combine three separate outings into one. And that is why no one will actually realise we are in trouble.”

Link didn’t point out that this was, in fact, a common occurrence. The Princess often fabricated another couple of reasons to delay going back the Castle. He understood why of course. Facing her father with repeated failures was hard and being out in Hyrule meant she could at least be of some use in terms of her research. Frankly, if he’d been in her position, he would have done the same.

“Another thing that I didn’t mention before, but you should probably know, is that they took the Sheikah Slate.”

Oh crap. Purah would kill them both, but she’d go all out on Link, fond as she was of Princess Zelda. She’d skewer him alive and then Robbie would sprinkle on his various guardian parts on top for seasoning and the two of them would roast him slowly for committing such a crime. And then they’d recover the guardian parts because those were precious and were not likely to burn, unlike his mortal form, into ashes anyway. Why was thinking of this and how did he come up with this much detail?

He must have had a look of apt horror on his face because she chuckled slightly, “Yes, I know. Even if we survive this whole abduction, we will probably not live for long afterwards.”

He shook his head. No, they would survive. He would make sure of it. She smiled a little in response.

Something was unsettling him though. It felt like a there was a gnawing hole inside him. At first he thought it was because of Zelda getting hurt, and then because of his dizziness but it suddenly hit him what was missing. His heart skipped a beat in fear. He glanced over, looking at his shoulder again, in vain because he knew it was empty and the confirmation terrified him. He looked at her with wide eyes, not daring to think of the implications. “I- I don’t actually know what happened to the Master Sword, Link, it was – um, in that Yiga’s head and then I was knocked out. I don’t know if they took it, or left it behind…”

And there went Link’s last hope of killing the darkness.

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 4 years

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Hospital Visit

Pairing: Sam Alexander x Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: None

Summary: Peter’s doctor is a total babe, according to Sam, the perfect reason to pursue her, even if that means faking an injury.

Author’s Note: This would’ve been posted sooner if I could think of a good title. I still don’t think it’s that great but I can’t have this in my drafts any longer or I will scream.

As a medic in training, you were only allowed to treat the agents who had superficial injuries on your own. It helped you gain experience and also gave you the confidence to treat someone if you were faced with a situation where there were too many patients for the senior healers to handle.

The lack of responsibility was of course because of your age. Being sixteen, people didn’t really think you could handle yourself or do anything beneficial for a patient. But you had seen more bloodshed as a child that you knew how to handle many things in an operating theatre.

S.H.I.E.L.D. found you when you were barely through puberty, working as a medic in your father’s underground fight club. You treated a lot of the fighters and they were surprised at your level of skill for a young girl.

They gave you an opportunity to live a life, which was more than your father had. To him you were always just a nurse, but S.H.I.E.L.D. gave you an opportunity to go to school, even make a living from working on the Helicarrier. You were a child in their eyes and it had been a while since you felt so.

You didn’t have to go through the stress or difficulties that a doctor went through on a regular day. However, there were those days where the lights began flashing red and it was all hands-on deck while patient after patient passed through the door, being injured in an alien attack. Or a super-villain attack. Or a corrupt-organization-that-was-trying-to-destroy-Nick-Fury attack.

It was never just a case of the common cold.

But I guess that’s what would make your job interesting. You couldn’t speak for the spandex-clad, super-powered, adrenaline junkies that called themselves superheroes but your job had enough excitement for you.

So much so that you swore one day they’d be treating you for a heart attack.

However, you learned to be less surprised whenever there was a sudden need for medics. Of course, you were more likely to treat those with the superficial wounds, that usually consisted of the superheroes and you were usually in charge of Spiderman, who you had grown comfortable with to call your own patient.

The other medics knew this and so they would always send him your way, unless it was bad, which it never was. Spiderman was reckless, but luckily for him he never got badly hurt.

That was such a case today, the team had gone after the sinister 6 and quite frankly gotten their asses handed to them, landing themselves in the medical bay.

“Hey Peter.” You smiled at the boy lying on the bed once you came in, looking at the clipboard in your hand. He was pretty lucky, he came out relatively unscathed as compared to his teammates, only with a few bruises and cuts, but luckily nothing was broken.

You couldn’t imagine how. Especially when they were getting thrown around like rag-dolls.

“Take off your shirt and we can get to the stiches; I’ll be right back.” You told him, heading to get your cart.

“Psst, Web-head!” Sam called from the bed beside him and Peter turned with a raised brow.

“Switch with me!”

“What? Why?”

“Cuz your doctor is a total babe.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that. (Y/N) really doesn’t like it when something messes up her flow.” That was a total lie. You usually just went with the flow, but Peter saw no advantage in telling him that.

Sam rolled his eyes in response, leaving his bed and bringing the medical report along with him, “I’ve been wanting to talk to her for a month now. You have to let me have this.”

“What’s in it for me?” Asked Spiderman, folding his arms in a smug way and leaning back against the pillow.

“I’ll do your share of next 10 mission reports.”

Peter practically leaped from the bed, “Sold! Good luck lover-boy!”

The two switched quickly before you had returned, swapping medical reports as well and you returned with your medical cart, setting it up without realizing that your patient had changed.

“Okay Pete, let’s see what—You’re not my patient.” You blurted, slightly confused and you rechecked the room, confirming that it was in fact the cubicle you were assigned.

“Where’s Peter?”

“Oh, he asked for another doctor.” Sam explained, watching your brows furrow in concern. A brief wave of insecurity flashed through you. Were you not competent enough?

“It’s not ‘cuz of you!” He was quick to explain, “He just though the other doctor was hot.”

With a raised brow you looked down the aisle and locked eyes with Spiderman who grinned and waved at you.

“...He thinks Dr. Sanders is hot? Does Peter know he’s married? And straight?”

Sam just shrugged innocently and you sighed, grabbing the report and doing a once-over. Nothing too bad, a bruised rib, and a few shallow cuts that needed dressing.

“Alright, hum, Mr. Alexander, I need you to take your shirt off so I can dress your wounds. Would that be okay with you?”

You didn’t miss the way his face turned red at your words and you almost chuckled. He shyly began to take off his uniform and you turned away, giving him privacy and began taking out the dressing and antiseptic.

“You can call me Sam, we’re around the same age anyway.” He muttered, face still alarmingly red and you nodded, sending him a reassuring smile.

The two of you sat in silence as you dressed his wounds, telling him to come back whenever the bandages have gotten soiled so you can re-dress them.

“You might want to lay back on the physical activity for a week or so, to let your rib heal and make sure you don’t open any of the cuts. You can come back after a week and we can see if it’s healed enough on its own or if we’ll have to interfere.” You told him, taking off your gloves and discarding them, along with some other waste.

“If you have any pain or trouble breathing then come see me and I can give you some pain medication or assign you some respiration therapy.”

He nodded carefully and whatever doubts you had of him not listening faded and you smiled, pulling open the curtains that surrounded the bed, “Well then, nice meeting you Sam, I hope you get well soon.”

His eyes widened. That’s it? That got over way too soon! He never even got the chance to make you fall for his undeniable charm. He had to think of something. Fast.

“W-Wait!”

You halted in your steps, turning around to face the hero, “Do you need anything?”

“Um, yeah! I have a pain! Like a really bad pain, right here.” He said, pointing vaguely to his chest and you frowned, looking at the report once again.

“Your CT doesn’t show anything about an issue with the heart. If it’s with the mudcle then why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“I thought it would go away so I didn’t say anything but it’s, um, become a lot more painful.”

“Okay, let me have a look then.” You said, pulling on a pair of gloves and coming closer to him. His ears started turning red just from your presence.

Sam had the biggest crush on you ever since he saw you the day the Helicarrier had gone down. You were rushing to gather whatever supplies you could, knowing you’d have to treat the survivors after the attack of Zodiac.

He had tried to get you out of there but you refused, trying to gather whatever you could and stuffing it into your bag before you absolutely had to leave.

“I’m trying to save you!” He had shouted at you, frustrated that you kept struggling in his grip, and told him to get the others out.

“And I have to save countless others! But I can’t do any of that without supplies!” You replied, not even taking a second to stop your work. He sighed but eventually listened, rushing to help all the other agents out of the Helicarrier. The Helicarrier had turned on its side by the time.

You shrieked, losing your grip and you slid down. You tried to hold onto something, anything but it was all in vain as you eventually dropped towards the bottom.

You took a deep breath and shielded your head, trying to angle your body into a safer angle before you felt yourself floating.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, you hadn’t realized that you had screwed them tightly in fear but the first thing you saw was a blue glow and then you were moving so fast you couldn’t see anything.

Before you knew it, you were on the shore. You couldn’t afford to be discombobulated and instead to opened your bag, getting to the nearest patient and handing the supplies to your senior who had been doing First Aid.

“I never did get to thank you.” You whispered, trying not to startle him suddenly as you gently pressed your fingers to where he was saying was hurting.

He froze before relaxing, “I didn’t think you remembered.”

“Of course, I would. You saved my life.” You argued, brows furrowing when you didn’t see any reaction from him as you pressed down onto the muscle. He didn’t so much as flinch.

“And you’ve saved countless others. I should be thanking you.” He replied and you were grateful that he wasn’t looking at you so he couldn’t see your cheeks turn red.

“It’s nothing compared to what you do, I don’t think I’d ever be able to have enough courage to run around fighting villains. You’re very brave.”

He shook his head firmly, “Don’t sell yourself short, you have enough confidence for other people to put their lives in your hands.”

“I don’t do much.” You murmured, embarrassed. You had long forgotten that you were supposed to be checking for any injuries, instead focusing on his chest and your eyes settled on his muscles.

He wasn’t anything too special but it certainly wasn’t didn’t hurt to look either.

“You do a lot, more than others and that’s what’s important. You don’t have to be a superhero to be a good person.” He said and you found yourself stilling. He was right. You didn’t really expect something so deep to come out of his mouth since, according to peter, he could have his head filled with air and nothing would change.

“I guess you’re right,” You said, peeling off your gloves, “There isn’t anything wrong with you, Sam. I don’t know why you were trying to feign an injury but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

Your teasing tone brought a smile to his face when he thought he might end up in trouble. It didn’t stop his face from turning red.

“Would you, um, want to hang out with me sometime? Like a date?”

Your face turned and his heart sank, “As much as I would, it’s unprofessional for a doctor to date a patient.”

“And if I were to switch back with Peter? And never ever get treated by you again?” His face was so hopeful and vulnerable at the same time. The smile you sent him was enough of an answer.

The grin he sent you had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“I’ll be right back!”

In the end, Sam had to do 20 of Peter’s mission reports, along with 20 of his own, but they were all worth it when he saw the smile you sent him as you exchanged numbers.

Oh yes, it was all worth it.

5 YEARS LATER

“Sam would you calm down? You look like you’re gonna jump to the ceiling.” Peter said, amused as Sam’s eyes continued to dart around the airport like a meercat.

Peter was completely taking advantage of today. Sam was so distracted that any comments he had completely flew over his head, giving Peter the freedom to spit as many insults as he wanted.

Sam wasn’t the least bothered. He was too distracted. His eyes locked onto the gate where he saw all the passengers leaving and he bounced on the toes of his feet trying to see above the damn crowd.

Who was he waiting so anxiously for? Of course, it was his girlfriend who was coming back to New York for summer. Her university had generously given 2 months of vacation before the next year and he was going to take full advantage of those 2 months.

You had gone to Medical School to get officially certified so you could perform operations and other such things legally, unlike how you had been doing so the past few years.

It was only a few more years until you were completely qualified (in the eyes of the law) to perform trauma surgery, which was the field you were going to specialize in.

Between you studying non-stop and him saving the world non-stop, you never had the time to see each other. That didn’t stop him from flying out sometimes, for coffee dates.

But this time you would be coming home and he would have 2 months of your undivided attention. The mere thought of that had a grin forming on his face, so wide that his cheeks hurt.

As soon as he saw you, his heart leapt out of his chest as he waited for you to make eye contact with him. Sure enough, your eyes did scan the crowd and you did manage to overlook him a couple of times due to the crowd but once you caught sight of him there was nothing stopping you from bolting towards him.

It was kind of awkward because you were lugging your suitcase behind you but that was the last thing you cared about once you were enveloped in his arms and you sighed in the feeling of home.

“I missed you so much.” You muttered, holding onto him tightly and he did the same. Maybe you were causing a scene but that was hardly any of your worries as you burrowed yourself closer to him.

“Right back at you.” He said breathlessly, pressing kisses to your clothed shoulder. It felt so good to be home.

“Are you two gonna move anytime soon? Cuz I have a movie to catch.”

You groaned, “Piss off, Parker!”

This is the second one-shot where I ended it with Spidey getting yelled at...maybe this is just gonna be my thing?

#ultimate spider-man #ultimate spiderman x reader #sam alexander #self insert #sam alexander x reader #nova #nova x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

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groovycatcollector · 4 years

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. implied ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

An: I would love any feedback anyone has (don’t worry about being nice I have thick skin)

Chapter 7

I wake with a start hearing the baby whimpering next to me, I reach a hand onto his stomach to try comfort him while checking the time on the clock beside the bed: 4:16. Feeding time.

Sluggishly I get up, lifting the boy over to the chest of drawers, changing his diaper and grimacing at the expected smell. “You hungry little man? I’ll get you a bottle so we can both sleep” I spoke softly to him, supporting his head while I walked us down stairs to get him something to eat. Taking a bottle down from the shelf and yawing as I thought back to my mama, and what she only told me and Sonya.

“Where ever you go, you always try and leave just a little bit of good, no matter how bad they are. You need to try made a little right in a world full of wrong”

She was some woman I thought to myself as I shook the formula on the bottle, testing the temperature on my wrist before easing it into the baby’s mouth. I sighed when he finally stopped wriggling and letting out half cries, shushing and rocking him to help the sleep take over. Suddenly feeling that the inside sitting room was too warm for me, I took myself outside, and sat on the steps of the porch.

Feeling the cool night air on my shoulder I think about the last few nights, humming to the boy as I got lost in thought. It had only been two or three days since we killed the horde, which I spent mostly in the infirmary helping out Denise, God bless her she was overwhelmed.

My twin was like her, getting anxious and panicking a lot, so I knew how to help her, just soft words and genital encouragement was the most you could do. And I knew a fair bit about dressing wounds and natural remedies so that seemed to take the pressure off of her.

Maggie too, I was with Maggie a lot, after she was reunited with Glenn she told me she was pregnant. I wanted to be happy for her, I really did, just I had this sense of dread in my gut. And I trust my gut. I just had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. But I was gonna help, I had been with Mama and Grandpa whenever they went to a homebirth, just helping out, so I know what to do. Still, having so much to loose in this new world could be dangerous.

Looking up I could feel the light of the moon agents my skin, lighting up the streets, willing these terrible thoughts away.I closed my eyes and pretended that I was home, that Sonya was inside practicing her walk for the next Pagent with Mary-Grace, Mama was with Grandpa mixing up some herbs to give out for free instead of costing them for medicine. Daddy would probably still be in the shed, working on a bike or some car he found with Beau. Nona would have been cussing Russian to Mae; who didn’t speak a word so she always just sat there nodding saying “Da Baba” (just meaning yes Grandma)

I smiled, turning my chin up to the pale light “Your daddy would have loved you” I whispered to the baby “You would have been so loved by all of us” A mix of nostalgia and grief rose in my chest, knowing that they were probably dead, hoping they could have somehow survived.

Hearing the door creek open I turn to see Daryl with his hair looking shaggier then usual, looking equally as confused as I was as to why the other was awake. “Hi” He said, in a whisper, “what are you doin’ up?” He had become friendlier since I stitched him up, almost like I helped him heal his wounds. I nodded towards the child in my arms “Feeding time” I said, just above a whisper “Want me to clean them stiches while we’re up? I don’t want them getting infected”

I had already handed him the baby, with stern instruction to support his head, before Daryl could even answer. I went back inside and searched the drawers for where I had stashed some disinfectant, I suppose helping with wounds made me feel needed, not that I wasn’t needed with the little ass kicker out there, but this was different. This was something I was good at.

“I’m sorry about your bike, and your crossbow” I offered while cleaning his back, once he had taken my place on the porch with me kneeling behind him “’s okay, I’ll find them, or get new ones” Another guy trying to act tough, or maybe he was just tough “Still though, that’s pretty shit being robbed” Daryl brushed it off.

When I was done I took a seat next to him and offered to take the baby back but he refused “Nah its okay” I looked at him curiously, He looked comfortable, looking down at him, letting my nephew take the bottle. I suppose he was old enough I suppose “You ever have kids?” Daryl looked back up at me “Not that I know of, but I was with Judith a lot when she was born” His voice was horse, like he only woke up a few moments ago.

He with sitting with one leg bent, supporting one arm, and the other handing loosely until his heel reached a step. He nudged my shoulder “I suppose you were around a load of them” He half stated half questioned, I thought for a moment, brows furrowed

“No not really” I answered “I was the youngest, and one of my sisters had kids but she had moved to Atlanta so I only saw them when I was young” The man next to me let out a humph before looking back down at the baby, whose eyes were getting heavy “You’re good with him, he never really cries”

I smiled, that was a godsend “Yeah, he’s a quiet one alright, just like his daddy” I paused for a moment “He’s the image of him too”

We sat in a tranquil state while the baby drifted off in Daryl’s arms, we swapped where we were from and stories of brothers. He opened up about his, Meryl, his sounded like a real asshole. “No offence” I aged when I realized it slipped out of my mouth. He chuckled, first time I think I really saw him smile “No no, he was a suborn fool I’ll give you that” He must have really loved him. I smiled, feeling that same tenderness in my chest, looking up at the sky, seeing the moon almost disappearing as the sky began to lighten welcoming the dawn.

“I better get some sleep” I said with reluctance, it was nice just to swap stories. I took the kid from his arms “If you’re going on a run anytime soon tell me, I think I’m getting too comfortable in here” He nodded at me, “We’re going in a day or two if ya wanna come” his body was twisted now to face me, I smiled pushing open the door. “Wake me when it’s time to go” I called back, before walking up the stairs to sink into bed.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part eight

Part nine Part ten Part eleven

Sorry like nothing happened in this chapter

Tags: @buckysjuicyplums

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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 4 years

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[WIP] Dolled up. (I think.) Half of first chapter.

TW: Violence (They are figthing.) Dealing with injuries. Wounds. Blood. No medical experience so, all of this could be very well absolutely wrong and very worthy of cringe. Mention of death. Body horror? I think? There is a very ugly looking monster. And I wrote how I imagined them to look, so...

The blackened earth was smoking, the greyish thing going high to the darkened sky. Rubble was everywhere, disaster and chaos claiming what once seemed to be a very calm forest. Animals carcass lithered the burned ground, and Shadow worried for a while that maybe there wasn’t going to be anything growing in a very long time, and seeing how far the damage extended, it really was concerning.

Or, maybe not.

Strange things happening in Mobius was something Shadow was becoming used to. Things that should not happen were the normal here. People, Mobians and Humans for equal, had learned to stop questioning the around.

If it wasn’t something dangerous, then let it be.

He still hadn’t get the hang of it. But.

Well.

He gazed softly at the half burned bunnies and half dead squirrels (and that one bear.) praying softly in a low voice for them and the destroyed natural bunch of flowers and grass that were...well, everywhere. The smell of burning wood and fallen trees marked the path for him to walk, were the fight sounds have already subsided. Looking over himself, and deciding that he wasn’t that bad as if for not being able to continue, he quickly stood up, shaking softly as he ran to get rid of annoying dirt, fallen quills, hairs, rocks, and well, dried (And not so dried.) blood.

He just hoped he wasn’t going to find bugs crawling on him later on.

What remained of the big bio mechanical beast he and his companion had been battling was on the ground. All three of them had fallen at great heights, a stronger that he expected punch with long claws making him slip and fall before they stopped. It had hurt, a lot, more because they had been battling for quite the while, and he got the hit directly in already bruised areas. He had been dizzy, and unable to stand up or answer Sonic scream asking if he was okay.

There may be a few broken bones or strained, sprained muscles. A few burned patches, no doubt. Scratch’s, cuts, and bruises that were going to get swollen and hurt like a bitch.

He didn’t think there was internal bleeding? But maybe it was too soon to say?

Sticks broke under his skates, flowers and thick logs that have been throw around as spectators of the battle. The beast laid unmoving, debris all around. He could see a destroyed house not very far, an un-salvable fence and what could be a garden. He could hear some animals screaming near, and the desperate chirping of new baby birds whose parents had fled during the altercate.

Feeling guilty, he made a mental note to try and search for them, see who could be saved and what needed to be put out of its misery.

— Shadow! — He heard Sonic screech, and quickly wiped around, trying to find from where the blue menace was screaming. He didn`t find him, but he, however, was found indeed.

Just that not by a very tired looking blue cute hedgehog, but by a miserable looking thing that tried to call itself a cyborg. The beast, no doubt an hybrid made in an experimental laboratory seemed to have lost itself in pain, and its feral stare cut sharply to unfocused hazy red eyes.

Fuck.

He dodged the attack with a pant, his body complaining at the every move. It seemed it had finally snapped, as it didn’t mind anymore the pain it felt. It barely growled at him when with a good punch, he managed to take off one of its various mechanical arms.

There was nothing under it, and the view evidently made Shadow feel very uneasy and uncomfortable, because at least there, there should be something. Uneasy enough to make him falter just a bit, and almost get his nose bitten. He got it licked, though.

Was he being mocked?

Was he a joke to Cyborg-thingy?

Falling down hard on his already hurting tail, he barely reacted in time to block its big maw with his skates, clawed hands digging on the soil beneath him as if to not get pushed around. He flexioned, bringing his knees to his chest in the most unexpected moment, making it lose balance for a second.

The second he needed to yank and make it fall forward hard, almost flying over his head.

Shadow felt like screaming, the agony on his body and that twist he did that pulled hard on already sensitive muscles was a lot to deal with, more with his old, still healing, wounds. He lifted his head from the ground, trying to look out for Sonic, wondering where the fuck was his ally. He found him battling with those annoying smoll winged beasts a good few meters apart from where he was, smile all but gone and seriously attacking those bitches.

He made a face, because Shadow barely could fight them without getting nightmares or feeling shivers running down his spine, not that, well, anyone knew. Those things creeped him out. Like. Really. Maybe it was how crazy their eyes looked? How...red? The scars and metal plates peppered over their bodies? The scary looking stiches on mismatched skin? The dark-feeling chaos energy they had?

His stomach lurched just thinking about them.

— Disgusting. — He muttered. They really made him nervous and tense.

"When something was so annoying, it was almost pleasant seeing them disappear or die." It just...He couldn’t get that feeling completely when battling them. Even so.

Erm.

Mh, Wasn`t Sonic being a tad too much on them? He seemed almost...angry?

Maybe he should follow his example. He just needed...5 more seconds. You know. Catch his breath. Swallow back his liver. Pray it goes to where it belong.

Cry?

The usual.

A loud creaking noise made him open his eyes abruptly, and he looked back at his own beast.

Did this dude didn’t know when to give up?

Or how to die?

He rolled out of the way, avoiding a tree being send flying his way. It crashed, hard, close the chaotic house.

Shadow could barely spare it a thought, though. Not when it sprinted towards Sonic, apparently deciding that Shadow was too much of a rough cookie and needed to try his luck somewhere else.

— Nope! — He muttered, standing up as well with a big effort. — Idiot! Wa-Watch out! — He screamed to his distracted rival. Or tried to. He could barely talk. He was becoming dizzy once again.

This was. Concerning. Had he got his head--? Forget it. Of course he did.

Skating the distance between them, he outran the beast, breathing hard, and started trying to attack it, or distract it. He stabbed, punched, pulled, heck, even gave a bite, but the thing ignored him, as if Shadow were nothing but a mere bug. Sonic had long noticed them, but the flying things didn’t left him a chance to go away. They clipped his skin, and avoided his spins. Didn’t reacted to his quills, and clawed at him, don’t letting him leave.

They were so many, it almost looked like a private tornado. Every time Sonic got one down, two more would pop out of nowhere and take its place. They were flying around him, circling, going high and then diving in attack. In made it hard to see Sonic.

Clinging hard to a bit of fur, Shadow managed to climb it. It started to pay him more attention, but didn’t change his direction, adamant in attacking Sonic. Unsteadily, he made his way and managed to make a deep cut on its neck. Digging his claws, he tried to break it. Make it quickly, and stop its pain.

Just end it. Give it peace.

The beast let out a big roar, and his shaking almost threw him at the ground before honestly scared green eyes. A few flying things started to attack him, making it harder to stay put. He really didn’t know if the blood he was seeing mating the beast fur was his, its, or from them.

Because he was kicking their asses as well, yes sir.

He squeezed harder, and the beast tripped and twisted with a yowl. Shadow had to jump before he got crushed beneath it, tackling Sonic on his way, as well, getting both of them out of the way of the beast by rolling on the ground…and well… rocks and branches.

One word.

Ouch.

No good. Really.

No good.

The winged ones flew all around them, in a very messy and menacing mayhem. A lot of them were surrounding The beast, clinging and... Were they taking off with it?

Their wings were beating them, flashes of green, brown, red, metal grey and blue all around. Even the sky above was darkened because of them. They clipped Sonic hands, arms, face, Shadows ears, back. Their screeching was disorienting, painful on sensitive hedgehog hearing.

This time it was Shadow who got pushed to the ground, his whines of agony washed out for all the noise, Sonic rolling them out of the way of a big, big, Winged One. He got a nasty cut (With a sting powerful enough to steal a high yelp of pain) on his side thanks to it, and a push forceful enough to throw him off Shadow and make them roll a bit. Two of them flew way to low, making both of them duck their heads and, in consequence, leaving them unable to see the next attack before too late.

Sharp claws pierced the skin on Shadow back, making him actually scream thanks to the excruciating pain and scaring the ever loving shit out of Sonic, who immediately reached out. Shadow clung to Sonic arms when his body was lifted from the ground. Sonic yelped as well, panic flowing through his body and mind as his upper part was lifted too and couldn’t find purchase with his shoes for 2 petrifying seconds. They weren’t taking Shadow from him.

They couldn’t.

Sonic refused. ___ Hi? Im sorry if this seems like too much, but im proud of how this is coming out, so ! Yes. I just dont know if I should publish only Tumblr.

#that thing about people deciding in writing during quarantine? Yes. Basically #quarantine fic #Sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #Sonadow #Just not yet #Sonic is actually pining hard #Tropes #anger born out of worry #my writing

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blainesebastian · 4 years

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35 + 38 + 42 -> brio :) Thank you so much for all your fics, they're amazing

35 “You make me feel safe” 38 “All I wanted was for you to be happy” 42 “You’re always on my mind”

Thank you for reading darling!!

No longer accepting prompts, got a backlog to fill :) thanks to everyone who sent something in! And especially to @medievalraven for her help talking through this idea with me.

All I want is for you to be happy –it’s not something Rio ever says to her but sometimes Beth wonders if he would, if those are words he’s capable of saying. They don’t communicate like that, through syllables, through dialogue that makes sense once it’s in the atmosphere.

Beth’s always been a talker, someone who’s been able to get through a lot just by saying the perfect string of words together—it’s gotten her through her parent’s rough patches, through school, through her disastrous marriage with Dean and through PTA meetings. It’s what’s gotten her through working with Rio, not so much with communicating with him, but through their patchwork deals and meetings with other undesirables.

Rio seems to be the same way, a silver tongue that curls around language so intimately. His words burrow deep, under skin, double meaning behind simple phrases. It’s gotten him where he is today, it’s one of the reasons she wanted to work with him in the first place. Because there’s honesty in his words, which is why he’s so careful with what he says. He chews over things before he says them, he means it—he’s believable and it feels like tumbling through a dark rabbit hole to trust him.

Despite both of them being so similar in how they talk to other people, they don’t talk to eachother that way. Rio would never say certain things to her and she’s apprehensive over the words she uses with him.

They communicate mostly through touch, because that feels the most true. It’s easy to hide behind words but not as easy to hide emotions through physicality. When his fingers touch her skin, it’s like a language all their own. He doesn’t tell her everything, and vice versa, but they can feel the words like brail when his hands settle on her hips, when her fingers brush over the wings of his bird tattoo, when he yanks her out of harm’s way, when she smacks his chest for being ridiculous, when he kisses her temple, when she grabs his hand and his ring makes an indentation against one of her fingers.

It’s there—it’s tangible.

It’s not exactly what Beth wants or needs to hear but most of the time, that’s okay.

Sometimes, however, things are said that leave imprints on skin.

Rio pulls up one day in his sleek car, slipping through the streets of her neighborhood like a soundless black cat on the prowl. Beth sighs; can feel him without turning around as she stands in front of her open trunk. She likes having work to do, don’t get her wrong, but she hates the fact that he always turns up whenever he wants.

Unannounced, rain or shine, like some sort of demented postal service.

“Mornin’ Ms. Boland.”

She shakes her head and turns slightly, trying to motion to her groceries. “I’m busy.”

He shrugs his shoulder, “S’alright, I can wait. I’m patient.”

Beth snorts without meaning to, “No you’re not.”

Rio makes a face at her and puts his car into park, leaning back into his seat, as if he’s ready to prove his point. He’s really going to wait for her to carry her things in and put the groceries away? She feels like making a show out of it, taking her time, maybe even whipping up a recipe for dinner when all is said and done…but she doesn’t feel like trying his patience.

She looks up at the sky and lets out a long sigh, closing her trunk and trying to ignore his aggravatingly handsome grin as she makes her way to the passenger door.

“There’s really no one else you can annoy today?”

He hums, putting the car back into drive. “Nah, you’re always on my mind.” There’s a wall of silence that follows, settling over them like a blanket. It wraps in-between their bones and lives along their synapses; breathing in their veins.

Beth distantly realizes that he’s said something important but it doesn’t register until later.

Rio’s eyes are traveling over her face, slipping down her neck and onto her shirt; a quirk of a smile following as he grazes over the too bright, too floral pattern.

“Last thing I want to hear is another ‘partners’ talk in the middle of IKEA.”

She rolls her eyes, putting her seatbelt on as they begin to drive away from her house. “Oh, that was one time.” But nothing follows except a fond chuckle.

There’s a lot of blood that her fingers are slipping.

She’s only sewn him up once and it was in her living room, under a controlled environment, with plenty of gauze and disinfectant and bright lights. His wound wasn’t that deep; a bullet graze that he couldn’t do on his own. It needed two stiches, she did it under his supervision, it healed perfectly with little scarring.

She kisses it from time to time.

This is different.

They’re in his car, away from a warehouse but not in the best neighborhood. The windows are dark, the only illuminations are the streetlamps outside and the overhead light on the ceiling.

It’s not enough.

She debates turning her cell flashlight on but Rio makes a guttural noise that she doesn’t like, she’ll have nightmares about it.

“Fuck, just do it.”

“There’s no need to be bossy.” Beth snaps back, brushing her hair out of her face, getting blood on her skin. His blood. Tacky and warm.

She’s got the bullet out, its somewhere in-between Rio’s legs, she just needs to stich him up now. Beth wishes she could open the car door, give herself some space, but she needs to do this fast and the last thing she wants to do is draw attention to them.

God, she can’t do this, she can’t breathe.

Her hands are steady even though it feels like her entire body is shaking. She cleans the area and gets the needle ready. Beth can do this; she’s done it before. She suddenly pictures her kid’s Halloween costumes that she made from scratch like that’ll somehow help and Rio senses her hesitation because he grabs her hand.

He squeezes, gaining her attention.

Despite being shot, he doesn’t look that bad—annoyed about the inconvenience and clearly in pain but not trying to show it.

“I trust you,” He licks his lips. “Give me a badass scar, yeah?”

I trust you. Her breath catches in her throat and he lets go of her hand.

The words repeat against her eardrums and drown out every other sound as she gets to work.

Beth searches through Rio’s kitchen cabinets for chocolate and finds nothing resembling it. For someone who has a kid, who lives in this apartment when he’s not with his mother, she expected more sweets to be stashed about.

Nothing, nada.

She sighs, leaning her elbows against the counter and tapping her fingers against her cheekbones. Yeah, it’s ten at night and she should be going to bed instead of trying to find dessert when they’ve ate dinner hours ago but…can’t blame a girl for trying.

“You have no chocolate, seriously?”

Rio pads into the kitchen in a pair of grey joggers and black t-shirt, letting out a soft huff to let her know he’s heard her but not dignifying it with a real response. He doesn’t really eat sweets, she knows this, but still…

“Nothing?” She asks again, turning to look at him. He’s opening up the fridge to grab water, taking a long sip. Beth kinda hates how distracting it is, the muscles in his throat working before he puts the bottle back. “I’m not asking for much, I love chocolate, okay? I’m craving it in the worst way right now—”

And suddenly, Rio opens up the freezer and pulls out a small tub of chocolate ice cream. Wait, not just any chocolate ice cream; double fudge chips. He slides it over to her in a long gesture, putting a spoon on top.

“I know.” Is all he says; the simplest of two words. There’s the smallest smile on his face as he leans against the counter and watches her rip off the lid and dig into it…even when she nearly bends the spoon.

Beth cleans her gun, watches how Rio does it.

It’s calm and calculated and she had no idea that a gun could come apart in so many pieces. That so much of it would need cleaned. She sighs and rubs the back of her neck, biting her tongue on saying something like I don’t use this thing often enough to clean it but figures that will only cause some sort of backlash.

He’s always encouraging her to use her gun, even when she doesn’t want to. She’s fired it before, of course, but it’s never felt very necessary.

Her eyes wash over Rio’s face, his jawline, the stubble on his chin. She memorizes his bird tattoo, the lines there, the hollow of his throat, follows his sharp curves down to his hands holding onto his own gun.

She’s felt those hands before, on her, inside of her, pulling her close and pushing her away. Beth feels a little silly cleaning her gun, keeping it on her at all times, because…the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them:

“You make me feel safe.”

Rio goes still, pauses in a way where she wonders if he’s even breathing. His jaw clenches as he bites down on the inside of his cheek, putting his gun down, the metal clanking noisily against the tabletop.

“Don’t,” He says quickly, shaking his head at her. He holds her gaze for a long moment, until she realizes he’s serious, until his words burn into her skin like a brand, “One day I’m gonna get you killed,” Rio looks down at her gun and picks it up, presses it into her hands,

cold metal and warm skin.

“It's just not today.”

Beth yawns, stretching her arms over her head as she leans back into Rio’s couch. “Alright, that’s it. Last book is done.”

Rio sits up next to her, flipping through a file of paperwork, cars in her backlot that haven’t made it through their process of searching them yet. There’s still a few they need to work on and hash out clients for.

Right now, they’re just trying to make the books match the car inventory. The last thing she wants is another Turner situation where she’s hiding in the bathroom trying to get rid of evidence either in the ceiling or toilet.

“You sure? My eyes feel like they’re permanently crossed.”

She smiles a little and puts the book on top of some others in the corner, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. “Might improve your looks.” Her voice is warm and teasing despite how tired she feels and Rio picks up a pillow only to tap her side playfully.

“Bed?”

Beth nods, putting the pillow to the side as she stands up. “Bed.”

She makes her way over to his bedroom, moving to pull the sheets down. He presses up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as his hands squeeze her hips. His mouth comes down onto her neck, a shiver coursing down her spine as his stubble tickles her skin.

“Am I not going to get a thank you?” She pouts. “You could have easily done that on your own.”

Rio turns her in his grip, pressing her down into the mattress, blanketing her body with his. “I like havin’ you around.” She smiles, the words sinking into her pores and living there, warmly, before he kisses her.

It’s deep and intimate and his tongue slips between her lips, making her moan, his hands working their way up her shirt. Then, too suddenly, he’s gone—moving down her body.

Beth lets out a soft huff, clearly displeased that he’s disappearing, that his mouth is gone from her own. “Where are you going?”

He looks up at her through his eyelashes, “I’m thankin’ you.” and pulls the string of her joggers loose before sliding them onto the floor.

Words are like touch, but they don’t fade with time.

#brio #beth x rio #good girls nbc #nbc good girls #brio fic #rio #beth boland #mccall writes things

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savage-rhi · 4 years

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For hurt sentence starters, "absolutely not. you'll pop your stiches" for HiggsxGene 🤩 Thank youuu 🥰

@argetlam007 coming right up honey :D!

“S’alright,” Higgs grunted while helping sit Gene down next to their morning campfire. The air was cold, and Higgs thought she would be more comfortable warmed up than tangled in the dew-covered blanket they shared on Gene’s sleeping mat.

He crouched down and looked her in the eye as Gene winced, trying to keep the pain in her back at bay. “Stay put, I’m gonna climb this here tree and see if I can get your radio working.”

“Higgs, I can help.” Gene protested as Higgs shook his head, furrowing his brows into a glare as he sighed.

“Absolutely not. You’ll pop your stitches. Lord knows how fucking long it took me to get all that work done. Let me handle things darlin’.” Higgs said firmly and then stood up and began to head over to the tree nearby camp with Gene’s personal radio in hand. They needed to hack into frequencies so they would have an easier time keeping tabs on MULEs, Homo Demens, and other folks they didn’t want to bump into on the trip. To pull it off, Higgs knew he needed to get Gene’s piece of junk equipment to work and that meant going up to a high spot to get reception. Since Gene took a tumble off a cliff, cutting her back open and destroying her odradek scanner, they had to take things old school.

Higgs wasn’t the best at climbing, but he knew he had to try. He jumped and grabbed a branch then used his upper body strength to swing himself to the next stick until he had reached a spot on the tree where there were several branches and he didn’t have to exert himself.

Gene sighed and glared at the dancing flames. To say she was disappointed in herself was an understatement. She made a rookie mistake when she hadn’t secured her rope enough when scaling down the mountainside with Higgs earlier. As much as she appreciated the help Higgs had done, Gene didn’t like being babied. It had been almost a full week since the incident, and Gene was growing restless. She thought at the very least she could wait at the bottom of the tree for Higgs, to be there for emotional support if anything while he scaled the nearly four-story plant.

Gene managed to haul herself all the way there, until she slipped on a rock, not anticipating the morning mist to make the surface of the ground slick. Gene let out a yelp then fell right on her back. A throbbing pain like no other seared through her flesh, as her mouth opened wide into a yell. Gene grimaced and moaned out, feeling the warmth of her blood starting to coat her back and porter uniform as Higgs jumped and landed on the ground with a thud minutes after.

Dusting himself, and combing his fingers through his hair to get leaves out of the way, Higgs’s eyes widened when he saw Gene nearby laying frozen stiff.

“Damn it, Gene!” Higgs muttered angrily as he approached her. Higgs once more crouched down but picked up Gene bridal style. She jumped in his arms as his hands went over the wound, clutching to his cape as he walked back to camp to return her.

“I know you’re a bad bitch, but that don’t mean you gotta be a stubborn one too.” Higgs sighed, exasperated by Gene’s actions as he lied her on the sleeping mat, flat on her stomach then dragged the mat towards the campfire for warmth. Higgs then dug through Gene’s porter pack that was nearby, resting against some boulders and took out the medkit.

“I just wanted to help. I hate feeling useless, Higgs.” Gene said bitterly as Higgs turned his head briefly to acknowledge her. Truth be told, Higgs knew all too well where she was coming from but he wouldn’t admit it to Gene. Not when she was getting on his nerves.

“As cute as your ambition is sweetheart, you’re acting stupid.” Higgs said bluntly. He could hear Gene growl in anger at his words as he came back and sat beside her body.

Higgs was careful to unzip the top part of Gene’s porter uniform, then pulled her tank top up revealing the fresh blood that stained the bandages Higgs had wrapped her in. Sighing, Higgs furrowed his brows and removed them piece by piece. Gene shuddered and hissed, the contact stinging the slash down her back.

“Jesus, it hurts so fucking bad.” Gene groaned out against the mat, her cheek pressed to the ground as Higgs shushed her gently.

“I know. I know.” Higgs said as he pulled off the final bandage piece, revealing the messy stitches and deep wound. His nostrils flared, smelling not only blood but Gene’s exposed flesh. She was lucky it wasn’t infected given how grisly the injury appeared.

Higgs grabbed a container of water, popping the cap off with his mouth then poured it over Gene’s wound. He also took the last bit of rubbing alcohol in the medkit and mixed it with the needle and thread he was going to use for her new set of stitches. Gene’s whimpers made his chest sink as he kept up his neutral demeanor, cleaning and pressing gently against her back with a cloth to soak up the blood so he could see where he was going.

“You brought this upon yourself.” Higgs said as a matter of fact as Gene shut her eyes and yelped while Higgs began to pull out the old stitches.

“Have you ever felt this weak before? Like you can’t do shit but just lie there.” Gene asked, the desperation in her tone making Higgs grimace as he stopped briefly.

“Believe it or not, I have.” Higgs admitted.

“What happened?” Gene asked as Higgs chuckled, reminiscing about his fight with Sam on the beach. How he got his ass handed to him in the end. Even though his body healed and it had been two years, Higgs swore he felt his bones fracture again just thinking about it.

“A story for another time darlin’.” Higgs said as he pulled up Gene from the mat so she was laying across his lap while he would begin to apply the new stitches. He could feel Gene’s hands grip his pants tightly, nails digging into his leg as he let out a grunt.

“Higgs, that hurts--!” Gene harshly said.

“Shh. Shh. Shh. I know. I’m being careful.” Higgs continued on, sadly recalling the many times he had to apply his own stitches when his daddy had beaten him up as a child.

Higgs looked down at Gene��s face and could see her resolve to handle the pain had fled. She was crying hard but barely making noise. Higgs stopped momentarily to reach a hand down, caressing the side of her face and wiping away her tears before his hand traveled through her hair, brushing it out of the way of her eyes.

“Thanks.” Gene murmured out, sniffling as she managed to look up at him. Higgs nodded then continued stitching.

“No biggie.” He replied.

When Higgs got done after a half-hour, he let out a sigh of relief then gently scooped Gene upward, pulling her body close to his.

“Attyup!” He said playfully then had Gene wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders to support herself while he applied a new set of bandages to her back. He was careful with the wrapping, not making it too tight to where the wound couldn’t breathe but secure to where the stitches would be able to remain intact if she took another fall.

The hairs on the back of Higgs’s neck stood up as he felt Gene’s warm breath against the crook of his throat. He swallowed anxiously at the intimacy of the situation while continuing to patch her up.

“You’re trembling.” Gene whispered against his skin as Higgs let out a deep sigh.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re almost done.”

Another twenty minutes passed and he was done. Gene was still embracing Higgs as he attempted to pull her back, then realized she had fallen asleep. Looking ahead, he could see the sun was still rising. They had some time to rest before getting a move on and seeing if the radio would work now that they had reception.

A soft groan left Higgs’s mouth as he felt Gene’s lips on his pulse point from him adjusting. He took in a shallow breath, composing himself while unlocking her arms from around his shoulders.

Higgs carefully placed Gene back on the mat, covering her up with the blanket from nearby then carded his fingers through her hair before getting up. He figured while she slept, he could go out hunting to get them some real food before they’d have to leave.

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capitaineathos · 4 years

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A Letter from Aramis to his Sister

(Letting Aramis muse free to write a reply to @lebelledamemadeleine, his sister and Athos’ lover)

Dearest Maddie,

The good news is that La Rochelle has fallen. I write to you from our campsite and shall be sending this letter to you with our fastest rider. Within a day or two, you shall know that we have been victorious and are on our way back to Paris. We travel slowly; we hope to be there within a week. It is so nice to be able to breathe again; away from the smoke and gunpowder and the constant threat of death looming over our heads. The air is so fresh out here in the countryside, and the stars shine so bright. Each time I look up at the moon, I know that you will be looking at it too and I almost feel like I am home. It will be so good to see you after all this time, hermana. Te he echado de menos mucho.

I hope you have not been worrying about me all this time, Mads. I know how you can be. I hope it eases your mind to know that my nights have not been spent alone. A certain dearest friend of mine has held me through the nightmares and kept me safe through the battles of arms and of mind. I have confided many things to him over these past months, and he has confided many to me. You understand that I cannot share these here, but I can tell you that we have grown even closer than before.

Now, I know you better than to even attempt to hide any bad tidings from you, and so I shall just be frank; our dear friend Athos has been injured. That is the reason why our unit travels so slowly - we fear for his injuries if we move any quicker. And yet, he desperately needs to be home, where we have the proper methods of healing his wounds. I have done my best with what we have, but my abilities are nowhere near yours, dear sister. I do not see the point of trying to keep you from worrying, as I know that you will in any case, so it shall be more beneficial to relay the events of that evening to you, so that you may be prepared.

It was the final push to La Rochelle. Enemy soliders were falling back, all were taking refuge inside the city. We could not breach the gates, but they were quickly running out of food. We knew that the end was near. However, our ever impetuous young pup was growing impatient. He wanted the seige to end more quickly. Much as he has grown into his role as a Musketeer and has learned to follow orders for the most part, he still has a wild streak in him. It can be his greatest asset, but it can also be his greatest downfall.

Whilst on patrol, our Gascon friend found an unguarded entrance to the city, through a sewer grate. Taking it upon himself, he entered and found himself caught in an ambush. Athos, of course, took it extremely hard when he heard that D’Artagnan had been captured. Seeing no other option, he offered our enemies an exchange; himself - the second in command of our unit, surpassed only by Captain Treville - for the hotheaded farmboy who was of no tactical use to them. Oh, if only they had known exactly how tactical their lucky capture had been, as there was no better way to get under our Athos’ skin. So, of course, our enemies agreed, and we had to stand helplessly as Athos entered La Rochelle. D’Artagnan was returned to us, unharmed other than his pride, and furious that Athos had risked himself for him.

We knew we had little time, and quickly rallied our troops to breach the gates. We knew it would cost many casualties, but what choice did we have? The entire operation could have been in danger with Athos as a captive. And even if it wasn’t, Musketeers do not abandon their own.

It took much effort, but we finally breached the gate and began our search for our friend. The enemy troops were ready for us, and it was a long and bloody fight. By the time we had finally cut a path through the enemy and made our way inside, we were already too late. We found Athos in the dungeons; chained, bruised and bloodied. I assume they had tried to extract information from him, though we haven’t been able to rouse him enough to find out if that is the case. A shot had been fired into his abdomen, and he’d been left for dead.

I was able to remove the bullet, and I have stiched and cleaned his wounds as well as I can. He seems to be stable for now, but I still fear the infection may come, and we do not have much medicine here.

I am truly sorry that my writings bring you such dreadful news, but I am hopeful that he will survive; so long as we take the journey carefully and monitor him for any signs of the fever. I pray to God for him every morning, and every evening as I watch over him. I trust no-one else to watch him; only Porthos, D’Artagnan, Treville and myself. And I fear for the boy - he has not been himself since Athos was taken. I try to speak with him whenever I can, but it does not help. He hardly sleeps, and he refuses to leave our friend’s side. I do not know what else I can do...

I truly hope that all has been well for you, hermana, and I truly look forward to seeing you again soon. Hopefully, the news will be better in our next correspondence.

Your brother,

Aramis

#musketeers #aramis #hints of portamis #athos/oc #blood cw #violence cw #guns cw #war cw #athos #porthos #d'artagnan #lebelledamemadeleine

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fandomtrashpandasposts · 6 years

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Stab Wounds and Dinner

Fandom – Detroit: Become Human

Pairing – Captain Allen and F/reader, for my stories Captain Allen’s first name is David

Summary – Captain Allen takes care of the reader after a knife wound.

Warnings – fluff, swearing, stab wound mentioned, talks of sex

Word Count – 1,123

Authors note – This is for the lovely @heartsarecompatible they haven’t been feeling well so I wrote this to boost their spirits some! If you haven’t read their reader inserts I suggest you do it, they are awesome!

You sat stretched out on the couch watching your favorite tv show injured arm wrapped and, in a sling, to prevent further damage or broken stitches to it. You had been in a chase a few hours earlier with Gavin where the perp got the jump on you shoving a knife into your shoulder blade. It wasn’t that bad some easy sew work from the EMTs on arrival. Fowler ordered you home to rest leaving Gavin with all the paperwork which you were happy to do, but now as you sat at home with nothing to do you were bored.

Very rarely did you have a day off and If you did you mainly spent it sleeping or with David if he had off the same day. You hadn’t called him yet to let him know what happened since he had texted you earlier that he wouldn’t be able to see you today due to a hostage situation. You didn’t want to interfere, and you really were fine so there was no need for him to worry. Your phone pinged beside you showing a text from Gavin, “Finished all the paperwork dipshit, thanks for getting stabbed and leaving me with it.” You rolled your eyes tossing the phone back on the table, serves his ass right always leaving me with the paperwork.

A hard knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. A sigh escaped your lips as you got p to open the door revealing a not so happy David Allen. “Hey David…. I thought you wouldn’t be coming over today,” you spoke softly moving out of the way to allow him inside.

“That was before I got a call from Reed telling me my girlfriend was stabbed today. What the hell Y/N? Why didn’t you call me? I had to hear this from Reed of all people. You know I hate that guy,” David scolded his hands on his hips looking down at you.

“I- I’m sorry David I just didn’t think it was a big deal. I’m fine really, and you were on an important case I didn’t want to bother you,” you explained under is harsh gaze which started to soften looking at you.

“This is important Y/N, you are important to me, okay? Just next time call me, and I’ll do everything in my power to get to you as fast as possible,” Captain Allen spoke softly before pulling you into a hug minding your injured arm. You smiled softly into the hug, David wasn’t one to show a lot of emotions around others but with you he was the sweetest man you had ever met. He would do anything for you, even took a bullet from a guy holding up a convenience store for you once.

“I’m sure you haven’t eaten any food yet, so how about I make you some dinner while you relax. How long has Fowler put you on rest anyway?” David asked pulling away shrugging his SWAT jacket from his shoulders and walking into the small kitchen of your cramped apartment.

“Until the stiches are out, EMT said a week to two weeks depending. Plus, I must get an MRI to see if there was any internal damage, don’t want a shaky gun arm. I have too keep up those perfect shots,” you laughed faking a gun and shooting it with your hands only to irritate your wound making you cringe. You tried to quickly change the face to cover up your pain, but David wasn’t buying it.

“Seriously Y/N, just sit still watch tv or watch me cook but don’t do anything else that will hurt you or I will have to tie you down,” David smirked as he stood over the stove adding ingredients to the pan.

“Is that a threat, Captain? Sounds more like an invitation to me,” you smirked staring at the gorgeous man before you.

“Normally it would be, but you decided to get stabbed and I’m not having sex with you until your arm is healed,” he laughed not taking his eyes away from the pot in front of him.

“We don’t have to do anything crazy just a little touching, you know make me feel really nice since I’m all injured,” you pouted poking your bottom lip out to add to it. David turned to look at you while smiling and shaking his head.

“No matter how cute you look when you pout it’s still a no.”

“Fine,” you groaned hopping off the barstool walking over to him and wrapping your good arm around his middle leaning your head against his back. You stood like that for a while feeling his muscles move as he under his shirt as he messed with the pot.

“I hope you know how much I love you Y/N. I would do anything for you,” He spoke softly turning in your arm to look down at you. You nodded your head smiling up at him as he leaned down planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Dinner’s ready,” he said against your lips before kissing you again.

“I honestly don’t even care about food, I just want to cuddle with you,” you admitted pulling away from him.

“Not a chance I’m taking care of you until you get better and I say eat then cuddle.”

“You can’t watch me every day, you have work,” you countered looking up at him his blue eyes making you melt.

“I took off of work the next week and I can take off another one if I need to,” he explained fixing you a plate and setting it down at the table for you.

“You didn’t have to do that David, you are a captain you can’t just take off of work.”

“I felt like I did, besides we haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time together lately. Everyone can handle it while I’m gone I trust them, told them to only call me if it is something they can’t handle,” David said as he joined you at the table with a plate of his own.

“Well since you are over and won’t be leaving me any time soon maybe we can go out and get some boxes to start packing everything up,” you smiled watching David as he froze eyes snapping up to yours.

“You’re saying yes?” He asked almost is disbelief.

“Of course, I want to move in with you and sleep in your super comfy bed all the time. Getting to see you more is just a bonus,” you laughed in between bites of the food.

“I knew you only loved me for my bed,” David joked before continuing to eat with you in silence enjoying each other’s presence.

#captian allen #dbh captain allen #captain allen reader #captain allen x reader #detroit #dbh #detroit become human #detroit: bh #reader

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kyloswarstars · 6 years

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The Doctor

Divergent, Request

Request: Heyyyyyy :D I just noticed you are writing for Divergent *screaming* 😍😍 If you find the time could you pleaaaase write something (literally ANYTHING) where y/n is a doctor at dauntless and one day Eric gets pretty bad injured on a mission and she helps him healing and during this process Eric develops (is it the right word? I'm from Germany ) a huge crush on her with some fluff and maybe kissing at the end?

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Warning: blood mention, (swearing as always)

Words: 1.9K

A/N: That was fun to write :) I hope you’ll like it! Any similarities to other writers’ work are not intended. All ideas used in a fanfiction I post are made up in my brain (as long as it is not a request).

Divergent Tags: @feelthefeelingsinsideyou @bookgirlthings @jasonmccannsgirl8699

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Sometimes the days in the infirmary were only meet ups for your colleagues and you to chat and drink coffee. But then there were also days, were you couldn’t even go to the toilet because injury after injury required your attention. Dauntless’ were very unpredictable, you could never know what would happen.

„Y/N!“ You just finished the last stich on Simon’s forehead, he had run against a tabletop. Simon was five. „We need you over here!“ You excused yourself to Simon and told him he was dismissed.

Rory had called you over. He was new, you had been here in Dauntless as a doctor for nearly three years. Whenever he was insecure about something he would ask you, you didn’t mind. But this time he wasn’t only insecure, he was completely overchallenged.

Eric, a leader of Dauntless, got dragged into the infirmary by two others, his right leg leaving a blood trail on the floor. „Lay him down,“ you pointed to a metal bed. Eric trembled from the pain when he laid on the cold metal. Rory instantly connected him to the machines.

„What happened?“ You cut the remnants of his pants open.

„Factionless attacked with a machete.“ Zeke, a friend of yours, who had brought Eric here, answered for him. He wasn’t able to speak yet, clenching his teeth to battle a scream while you carefully turned his leg to inspect the injury.

„Okay, you can go, we’ll handle this.“ You nodded to Zeke.

He didn’t go immediately. „Drink this evening?“

„Sure! After that.“ You would definitely need a drink with your friends after cleaning up that mess of a leg.

„Would you do something about my leg? Not flirt with him?“

„Ah, there is his voice.“ You weren’t flirting with Zeke, he had a girlfriend and you weren’t interested and you were only friends? Asshole, you always thought Eric was one. Turning his leg a little more, you showed him who was in charge here. The infirmary was your area, even he as a leader couldn’t tell you what to do here.

„Rory, give him a local anesthesia above here.“ You pointed to a place under Eric’s knee. He made the injection and you waited for a few seconds.

You tried to clean it up a little to see how deep the wound went. But that didn’t help. Taking one of the scalpels and wanting to do a small cut, Eric slapped the scalpel out of your hand.

„Seriously?“

„What are you doing?“

His mere presence annoyed you. It wouldn’t be too inappropriate to fool with him, would it? „We need to amputate.“

„WHAT?“ Eric tried to stand up but couldn’t, so he covered his leg with his hands, without touching it. They hovered about the injury like you couldn’t just slap them away like he had the scalpel. „I need my fucking leg, you can’t cut it off.“ Pure horror radiated off from him. You checked the monitors and saw his heartbeat increasing.

Wiggling your eyebrows, you started smirking. „Just a joke. Calm down. You’ll keep your leg.“ First he didn’t trust your words, but then you nodded and he started to relax and laid back again.

With a new scalpel you made your cut, he didn’t even flinch because his leg was numb. You waved Rory to your side to give him another lesson. „You see that? The blade hit the bone three times.“

„That won’t be done with a cast.“

„Nope.“ Eric listened suspicious. „We’ll need to operate and get the bone fragments out,“ you explained to him. A look of ‚oh-no‘ replaced the pain. „Rory, knock him out.“ He already had the injection for the complete anesthesia in hands and rammed it into Eric’s neck on your order.

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The surgery went alright. You removed every splinter, stopped the bleeding and closed the cuts. Rory made Eric a cast as long as he was still knocked out.

Shauna came around somewhen. Zeke had told her to come and get you for a drink but you refused. As a doctor you couldn’t leave your patients when they were still anaesthesised.

But it took an eternity for Eric to wake up. Maybe you should do the injections next time again. Rory probably overdosed him.

Your friends got slightly drunk and showed up at the infirmary. Finding you sitting there at Eric’s bed, waiting for him to awake from the dead.

„Our doctor is still sober.“ Four patted your shoulders and handed you a bottle, but you declined it. You wanted, but you couldn’t. „Will he be able to walk again or can we throw him out finally?“

„If he does what I say, he will be able to use his leg like nothing ever happened.“ You noticed the change in Eric’s breathing, he was awake but didn’t open his eyes. „But stubbornness may be responsible if his leg won’t heal the way I want it to.“

„I bet he won’t listen to you. He listens to no one, not even Max.“ Four’s loose tongue played into your cards. Eric was awake and acted like he wasn’t because he wanted to listen to your conversation. And he was one of those people that would do exactly the opposite of what you told them. So maybe Four’s talking would upset him enough to take further orders from you.

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Eric needed to stay in the infirmary a whole week. He couldn’t do much more than laying around. And watching you. He watched you all day. It was his favourite thing to do. You did that fascinating thing where you took someones fear through jokes, especially with kids. You stopped at his bed from time to time, checking the monitors, asking him if everything was alright, giving him another drug for the pain.

After his surgery he had heard your conversation with your ‚friend‘ Four. Eric would get fit again, would do everything you said so his leg would work like before. And when he was back, he would kick Four’s ass.

„My shift is nearly over. Is everything still alright?“

Eric studied your tired face. You, being the head of the infirmary, worked the longest and hardest. But dark circles kind of fitted you. He had never paid attention to you or the others working in the infirmary, but he now appreciated your work a lot more. „Everything alright, doc.“

„Okay. We’re getting you out of bed tomorrow.“ His eyes turned into two question marks. „Slowly. With a crutch.“

„And with the cast?“

„Exactly.“

„Everything you say.“ He couldn’t wait for it. Finally something else to do than to lay around.

The next day you made sure Eric wouldn’t overdo it. You started with a small round through the infirmary. The day after that you took a longer route to the nearby pit and back. When the pain slowly wore off, you gave your okay for him to leave. You checked on him every second day, meeting him in his office and walking him to his quarters.

On those walks you eventually found yourself talking to him about private stuff, not only his health anymore. And that asshole of a leader turned into a quite decent guy when he talked about searching for a perfect tattoo design.

It was the time, after you had removed his cast and started doing exercises to slowly rebuild his muscles, that you noticed how you reacted to body contact with him. For the exercises he laid on the floor in his quarters and you steadied his leg with your hands, guiding him through the exercise. You had a lot of body contact with people because as a doctor you were curing bodies, but with Eric it was different. Touching him was electric. It made you blush.

Eric thought the red on your cheeks fitted your dark circles. And he could see it the whole day but he only had forty-five minutes with you. His eyes were glued onto your face the whole time you made the exercises with him.

„Do you want to grab a drink afterwards?“ Maybe Eric could stretch the the forty-five minutes to two hours?

His question reminded you of the day he had been brought to the infirmary, his remark about the nonexistent flirting between Zeke and you. Was Eric trying to flirt now? „I need to go back and do some stuff.“

„If you would stop for a second I could get us some drinks now?“ It wasn’t a real question. Eric just got up and grabbed a bottle and two glasses. He filled them with a crystal clear liquid and you knew that wasn’t a good idea before you even smelled the alcohol.

„To the doctor.“

„To the body that will absorb this stuff like sunlight.“ You clinked glasses and drank.

The booze worked wonders for Eric. You had only needed two glasses until you got so talkative that he couldn’t even comprehend your cuteness anymore. How you explained every single movement, every reason of the exercises and if he did exactly what you’d say, his leg would work even better than before. He doubted the last part but it was just to fascinating to see you relaxing and being all passionate about what you were doing.

As long as Eric’s leg wasn’t functioning the way it once had, you made the exercises with him. After some time you also allowed him to work out again, but only under your watch. And when he did for two weeks what you said, you started to do your own work out in the time Eric did his.

A week after you had called his leg officially healed, you sat in the infirmary, drinking coffee because no Dauntless needed a doctor today.

You had seen Eric nearly every day for weeks, months and now you hadn’t seen him for one week. It was odd. Not hearing his laughter, not drinking with him during the exercises, not working out together. You missed your talks and the random touches of him. He randomly bumped into you from time to time, his hands on your hips, your thigh, your wrist. You knew he did it on purpose but you liked his affection. You liked his restraint even if you thought he wasn’t the type of guy that holds himself back for long. It probably took him a lot of volition. You missed his eyes that made you blush, you missed his raspy voice calling you ‚doctor‘. You missed him.

When Rory came for his shift, you changed back to your black Dauntless clothes and made your way through the tunnels to your quarters.

He could hear your footsteps getting closer. When you turned the last corner and saw him standing at your door, your face lit up. And then in the same moment worry built wrinkles around your eyes.

„Is your leg alright?“ You came closer and eyed him with the doctor look. He gave no signs of pain away.

„The leg is fine.“ Eric held up a bottle and two glasses. „I just missed your face.“ He instantly got your cheeks turning into a light red. He loved that sight so much. „Can I come in?“

You nodded but didn’t move. You hadn’t thought he would show up on his own. But he missed your face. And you had missed his. He grabbed the keys out of your hand, opened the door and shoved you inside, served you a drink and said cheers to the doctor.

Eric didn’t leave that night. In fact he didn’t leave in any night that followed.

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littlebitoffanfic · 7 years

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Never Lost

Fandom: IT Character: Henry, Vic, Belch Relationship: Henry/reader Request: Can you do another henry bowers one where the readers there when his dads shooting at the ground (in the movie) and the reader runs over to him after to see if hes okay and he pushes her away and accidently hurts her and she runs away from him? Like, that’s the reasons Henry kills his dad is because he thinks he has nothing else to live for. You were lying on the grass just outside Henrys house while the boys played with his dads gun. You had already told them they shouldn’t be doing it but none of them listened. You knew how bad Henrys dad could be and, to be honest, you didn’t want to see Henry hurt again. You had started to drift into a light sleep under the warm rays of the sun, your mind only being kept away by the sound of the gun every now and then. You heard a cat meow somewhere and the boys talking but didn’t think anything of it until you allowed your head to lazily roll to the side and see a rather scared looking Belch holding a car on the podium they had been shooting cans off of and Henry pointing the gun at it. “No!” You called out, turning to scramble to your feet when another voice filled the air and you saw Henry freeze in spot. His back was only slightly to you and you saw his eyes widen as his father came out of the house. You stayed where you were, having a deep fear and hatred for Henrys father and always trying to keep as far away from him as possible. Henrys father had a very nasty habit of trying to destroy your relationship with Henry. You had been dating for a little over a year now but had known each other since you were a child and been friends from the first moment you toddled up to him. Your friendship had blossomed into a relationship when he kissed you out of the blue one March night you had been inseparable ever since. But his dad didn’t like this. He would sneak ideas into Henrys head when you weren’t around. He would tell him you had no feelings for him, that no one could ever care for him. “I was just cleaning it.” You heard Henry mumble, holding out the gun to his father. He had shrunken into himself, his head low and his shoulders hunched. You wanted to run over and wrap your arms around him but fear had glued you to the spot. You looked over at Vic and Belch, who looked just as on edge as you felt. Henrys father mumbled something you didn’t quite catch and your attention was drawn back to him as he turned to walk away. You let out a sign of relief until he twisted back and held the gun up. Gun fire filled the air and you let out a cry of fear which only stopped when you saw he was firing at Henrys feet, missing them by mere inches. Henry became jumpy, filching but trying not to move as he held his hands up, protecting his face. “See how the paper man crumbles.” His father called to you, looking directly at you as he motioned the gun at Henry. You glowered back at him, trying to stop the tears coming to your eyes. But all he did was laugh and walk back into the house. Once he was a little closer to the house, you heard Henry let out a whimper, still standing with his hands in front of his face. You knew his friends would do nothing. They couldn’t comfort him for fear of facing homophobic reactions. You raced forward, throwing your arms around him. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him it was all going to be okay. To tell him you loved him. He meant the world to you and you to him. You weren’t going to let that asshole get in the way of you two. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you and hold you until he felt strong enough to pull away. He did that often. He pulled his strength from you. And you knew Vic and belch wouldn’t say anything. You were pretty sure they could walk in on the two of you in any way and it wouldn’t reach anyone else’s ears. But that didn’t happen. In fact, you weren’t really sure what happened. He pushed you away slightly, before full force pushing you back. You wondered if he had maybe punched you by the force in which you were thrown back from him. You managed to look at him as he did so, and his eyes went on you, they were on his father. But due to the new holes in the ground, your heel caught in one and you fell backwards. As you hit the ground, you put your hands out to try and stop yourself, but you felt something sharp penetrate your skin before your head hit the ground, scrapping across a rock. Your ears started to buzz as you blinked wildly, tears running down your cheek. Pushing yourself up, you looked at your hand to see a massive shard of glass had cut across your palm, blood pouring from the new wound. Your other hand reached up to touch your head and you instantly felt the blood. Someone appeared in front of you and you hoped it would be Henry. But it wasn’t. “Geez [y/n]. you need to get to a hospital!” Vic said in shock, his eyes on the glass in your hand. You knew you had to get the glass out, so you grabbed it and pulled it out the wound, letting out a cry of pain as you did. “I told you that you’d hurt that girl!” You heard Henry and you glanced over to see he was standing at the door, pointing at you. He had seen the whole thing. You looked up at Henry, who had stopped shaking. He stood, frozen to the spot, his eyes wide as he looked at you. His mouth was slightly open in shock. A part of you wanted to scream at him, to tell him to help you up, to take you to the hospital. But then it hit you. He had pushed you away. He had hurt you. Maybe not intentionally but he wasn’t making any effort to show it was an accident, to tell you he was sorry. Tears ran down your cheek and joined with the blood on your cheek. Looking away from Henry, you stumbled to your feet with the help of Vic. Belch seemed to be in as much shock as Henry. “Ive got to go.” You mumbled to Vic before turning away from the group and walking down the drive way. You could feel your whole body shaking as your tried not to cry. You could feel eyes on your back, but you didn’t know if it was Henry, Vic or Belch. Or all three. ---------time skip------------------------- You had gone to the pharmacy first, only because you knew Gretas dad would probably be able to take care of you without you having to go to the hospital. He gave you a shot in case the glass had anything nasty on it and cleaned your wound, which he said should heal nicely without stiches since it was a clean cut and not nearly as deep as it looked but you had to keep it bandaged up. He did his best with your head, saying it was just a graze but if you felt lightheaded or if you felt like you were going to pass out, to get help immediately in case you had a concussion. He gave you some drugs for the pain but nothing strong before letting you go. You were very thankful that you were close friends with his daughter, because it cost you nothing. Just before you left, he called you back, asking you how you had gotten your cuts. When you didn’t answer and tears welled in your eyes, he asked if it was Henry. This took you by surprise and you shook your head, saying Henry had just been trying to protect you. Realising what you had said, you left in a hurry. You were walking home, your mind racing. You weren’t angry with Henry, although you were very hurt. He didn’t mean for you to fall. You wondered if it was because you tried to help him too early. His father had still been around and had seen what happened. Maybe if he had accepted your affections, it would have led to another altercation, possibly involving you. Then your mind fell on the words Butch had yelled. “I told you that youd hurt that girl.” He had spoken about you before. He had told Henry that he was a danger to you. You shook your head. He wasn’t a danger to you. He would never intentionally hurt you. Ever. He had proven that countless times. He had went out of his way to make sure you were safe. Arguments, though rare, never ended with punches or even the slightest pain. He just wanted you to be happy, so would often cave in to you. You tried to think of a time you were actually frightened of him or scared he would hurt you. But nothing came to mind. Before you realised, you found yourself on Henrys drive, walking up. You needed to see him. You needed to talk to him. “[y/n]?!” Vic called you, drawing your attention to the car, which him and Belch were leaning against. You didn’t know why you were surprised that they were still here. You just hadn’t counted on anyone being here except Henry. “You alright?” Belch asked warily as you approached. “Yeah. Nothing serious.” You raised your hand to your head, but smiled. But then you saw something in their eyes. Fear? “What?” “Its henry. Something wrong. Like really wrong.” Vic nodded to the house. You were off like a gun, bolting to the front door. Was he in danger? Was his father beating him again? It had to be bad if they were this worried. You opened the door carefully, your eyes falling on Henrys back. As you crept quietly inside, you noticed something odd. He was standing directly behind his dads seat, his father sitting in said seat. But his fathers legs were shaking and you saw his hands reaching up to grasp at something. At Henrys face. His knife had been lost ages ago, something about falling down the side of a hill, but you didn’t know why. You knew Henry had taken a beating for it though. “Shes gone.” Henry mumbled, breathing hard as you ventured closer. The sight you saw made you gasp in horror. Butch was bleeding from the weapon in his neck. Henry was holding his knife into the side of his father neck and Butches movements slowly began to stop before he slumped down. Dead. “Shes gone.” Henry let out a sob, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head, his hands shaking. “’Cause of you.” He growled at the now corpse. “Henry?” You made your presents known, for fear of making a noise and him lunging at you with the knife. Henry froze, his eyes wide but unseeing as he stared straight ahead, as if listening to see if it was just in his mind. “Love?” You called gently to him, using a nickname that you knew he adored. It was something sweet that he craved, loving it so much that he didn’t even mind you calling him it in school. “[y/n]?” He whispered, looking at you. He had blood splattered on his face as his gaze switched to the TV, which was only playing static. He let go and backed away from the body, shaking his head. “No, no, not her.” He mumbled to himself as you took a hesitant step forward. “[y/n]?” He said again, looking at you. He looked lost, broken and scared. you felt a strong pull of protection as you looked at him. You knew it was only a matter of time before his father went too far, not that anyone in Derry cared. They wouldn’t care that Butch Bowers was dead. Many would agree he would beat his son black and blue then go drinking. Henry would have no chance if the town thought he had been killed in cold blood. Henry needed someone to protect him for once. Not to validate his actions, but to protect him. “i-i-i-“ He trailed off, looking to the body and back to you. “H-H-He. “He attacked me.” You say, your voice strong and sable, unlike Henrys who was shaking like his hands. “He attacked me with a broken bottle. And you thought he was going to stab me, so you ran up behind him with your knife. You only meant to stab him in the shoulder to give me time to get away but he moved and your knife went into his throat. Vic and Belch saw the whole thing.” You didn’t drop his gaze as you spoke, telling him your plan. A very, very small part of you was screaming that you were letting a murderer get off the hook, but then your eyes fell on the cigarettes burns on his arms, the bruises on his skin and the permanent scaring. A fresh start. That’s what he needed. And that’s what you would give him. “I never meant to hurt you.” HE whispers. “I know.” You smiled, but your eyes flicked to the knife and you couldn’t help but shudder at the blood. Henry saw this. He looked down at the knife in his hands, and the blood. The knife dropped from his hand, clattering on the floor by his feet. You moved forward, pausing every couple of steps to make sure everything was still okay. Once you were close enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He instantly responded, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulled you tight against his body. “I thought I lost you.” He whispered as he buried his head in your neck. You could feel the blood smearing on your skin, but you supressed a shudder. “No, baby. Im still here.” You ran your finger up the back of his neck and back down, feeling his hair. “I love you.” Henry whispered, his voice breaking as you froze. Neither of you had ever said the cursed words to each other before. Not even when you had held him as cried from beatings. Not when he fucked you into his mattress or when he made love to you in your bed. Never. You had always just assumed he couldn’t say it. He hadn’t known love before you so you just assumed he wouldn’t be able to say it. You pulled back, looking at him dead in the eyes. “Really?” You asked, your heart beating hard in your chest. Henry nodded, his eyes showing some signs of embarrassment for showing his feelings but you didn’t care. “I love you, too.” You threw yourself at him, feeling him stumble a little but he held you, letting out a small chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much.” You mumbled into his neck, feeling fiercely protective over him. Tears ran down your cheek and onto his neck, but you didnt care as you mumbled your love for him again and again. The words soothed him and you felt his shaking stop. His hands no longer clutched at your sides but now started to run up and down your spin as he held you. “We should go and speak to the guys.” You pulled back, wiping your tears away. You pulled your sleeves down to cover your hand and you used your sleeve to wipe the blood off his face. Henry moved forward quickly to smash his lips to yours in a needy but passionate kiss. You could tell it was his way of saying ‘thank you’, of saying ‘sorry’ and that he loved you. Neither of you knew what would happen when you stepped outside that door. You had no doubt that the guys would back you up, and you could say you had been scared and ran to the pharmacy, who would verify you were there and it was because Henry had protected you. No one would care, it was just how Derry was. In a couple of months, everything would blow over and everything would be forgotten. Just like the children. Whatever uncertainties that Henry was feeling vanished when he kissed you, knowing you would be by his side through it all.

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badassbaker · 7 years

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Private Security-Chapter 8

Linnea’s POV

I was frustrated.

Nothing felt right since coming home.

Matthias had assigned Ben as my personal security. Ugh…Ben.

When I woke up in the hospital with him at my side, his first words were, ‘About fucking time’, just before giving me a big, toothy smile. Ben was a short, stocky, bull of a guy. He was a bit brash, but was really funny and quite charming. He busted my balls, not unlike a big brother would; and we became fast friends. He loved comic books, Irish whiskey, and using the word ‘fuck’ as often as possible. He made me laugh; and despite the fact that he was a giant goofball, I felt comfortable with him.

Ben was a good man. But he wasn’t the man I wanted.

He wasn’t Matthias.

It drove me crazy knowing that, due to the heavy security presence, not to mention the cameras in the house and on the property, Matthias could probably see me all the time…but I couldn’t see him. I often wondered, ‘Is he watching me right now?’, ‘Does he miss me?’, ‘Does he care that I miss him?’

I went about my business the best I could, considering that it felt like my heart was breaking. I read a lot; and Ben and I sat around and watched movies-usually involving lots of explosions and women in tight clothing. If Ben had a movie preference, I would describe it as ‘the more shit that gets blown up, the better it is’. I wondered if he and Matthias ever talked about movies. Would probably be a very interesting conversation…

The only times I left the house were for my two follow-up appointments at the hospital. The first was a couple days after I had gotten home. They did some scans just to make sure that there still wasn’t any swelling or bleeding in my brain. Everything was clear. The second appointment was about 5 days later. I finally got those damn stitches removed. As they healed, they had gotten more and more irritating. Ben was constantly giving me shit about my complaining, but I think he secretly felt bad for me…even though he never let me feel bad for myself.

When Ben and I returned from my second appointment, he made sure to get me settled inside, and then said he had to run out for a moment. I didn’t ask where. Instead, I went up to my bedroom to change into some lounge pants and an old tank top, completely set on the idea of a nap. As I chanced a look out the bedroom window, I saw Ben outside…talking to Matthias. Ben was laughing and making lots of big gestures while Matthias just stood stoically with his arms crossed over his chest. At one point, Ben gestured towards Matthias’ side and seemed to ask a question. Matthias gingerly rubbed an area just below his armpit and nodded in response. As comforting as it was to see him, I was also concerned. He looked…sad. I tried to not dwell on it for too long. That wasn’t good for me. I needed to move on; and peering at him like a stalker from my window was not going to help me do that. Instead of a nap, I made my way downstairs, grabbed the remote, and opened up Netflix. A little distraction was just what I needed.

Ben came back in and plopped down on the couch next to me.

“Ok, fuckface, what are we watching this afternoon? If you make me watch another chick flick, I’m going to put you in a sleeper hold.”

“Shut it, Benjamin. You’ll watch what I pick and you’ll like it.”

Then, as casually as I could, I asked the question.

“So, what was all that about outside?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, fucker is getting his stiches out in a couple days. Was just asking how things were healing up. Stupid asshole just had to go and get himself fucking stabbed.”

My heart dropped to my stomach.

“What! Stabbed? When the hell did that happen?”

Ben looked at me as if I had grown three heads.

“When? It happened when you guys were attacked last week. You seriously didn’t know?”

No. I didn’t know. And it made me fucking furious that he’d gotten seriously hurt and hadn’t told me. I remembered the blood running down his arm, but in my state of shock after the incident, I never knew what had happened. Stabbed! How could he keep that from me? He may not have shared the feelings for me that I had for him, but he could have at least told me how badly he had been hurt. Maybe he didn’t tell me because he blamed me for it? That thought made me unbearably sad. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to talk to him, to hug him, to thank him for saving me…to know that he was alright. But, somehow, I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.

As I felt my heart breaking all over again, Ben chose ‘The Expendables’ from the online menu. I think he probably knew that something was up when I didn’t protest his decision, but I didn’t have the heart or the energy to fight with him in that moment. I wanted one thing. Only one. I wanted, no…needed, to talk to Matthias.

Little did I know, I’d get my chance a few days later.

**********

I couldn’t sleep and had risen early to head down into the basement for an early morning run. Dad had several pieces of workout equipment; and while I suspected that they were used very sparsely in my absence, I was happy to have them there. Over the years, I’d managed to talk him into a treadmill, some free weights, and a punching bag.

Since that day at the park, I’d been having trouble at night. The nightmares weren’t too bad, but I couldn’t stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time. I’d taken to getting up early and doing 3 or 4 miles on the treadmill before making my morning coffee. This particular morning, my headphones were already blaring when I made my way down the steps. If I’d waited another minute to crank my workout mix, I probably would have heard the dull thud of the heavy bag being battered on the other side of the door.

Instead, I just walked right in, not at all prepared for what I saw.

Matthias was here.

He was here and he was working out.

He was here and he was working out and he was shirtless.

His smooth, tan, naked expanse of back was sweaty from exertion and the muscles in his arms tensed and released with each strike as he gracefully circled the bag swinging from the ceiling. His feet moved the entire time and he kept his hands in a ready position, even when he wasn’t actively punching. I figured that this defensive stance had been ingrained deeply through the years of extensive training. There was a square of gauze secured by tape on his right side, just below his armpit and slightly towards the back-evidence of the wound that had been inflicted protecting me. In a way, it almost felt as if he now had a piece of me on his body forever. Instead of feeling guilty about it, for the first time…I felt almost glad. Not glad that he had been hurt, but glad that I had marked him like he had marked me. No matter what, I’d always be with him…even if it was only on his body instead of in his heart. He was so beautiful.

He didn’t notice me right away.

When he finally did, he dropped his hands to his sides and just stopped, as if someone had hit an invisible ‘pause’ button. Neither of us said a word; we just stared, drinking each other in.

He was the first to move. He walked towards me cautiously. I pulled my earbuds out and waited with the most delicious anticipation for what would happen next. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how grateful I was that he was still here with me. I wanted to hear him say that he cared about me, that losing me almost killed him, that he was mine and mine alone.

Instead, I stood and waited.

For a moment, I thought that he was going to walk out and not say anything. But just before reaching to open the door and leave, he turned to me.

It was as if it happened in slow motion. His left hand came up and grasped my chin gently. I still had a small bandage on my temple, but the cut from the car window had closed and was beginning to fade. Likewise, the bruise, which had been a dark blackish-purple color upon my arrival home, had now faded into soft greens and yellows. He tilted my head to the side and he brought his right hand up to tenderly stroke the bandage. His hands were still wrapped, and the contrast between his soft skin and the scratch of the tape was intoxicating. I wanted those hands everywhere.

For the first time since coming home, I felt truly safe.

I reached tentatively to touch the dressing on his side, but he stepped even closer to me and moved his left hand from my chin to cradle the uninjured side of my face. Now he held me captive, hands on either side of my head, thumbs caressing my cheeks, and his hurricane blue eyes looking directly into mine. This was our moment. This was the moment that we didn’t get to have when we went hiking. I smiled at him and tried to let my emotions shine from my eyes that were now locked with his.

“Nea…I’m sorry.”

His hands fell back to his sides, and he dropped my gaze and left the room without another word.

I felt like the air had been knocked from my lungs. ‘I’m sorry’. That’s it? After literally sharing a near death experience with him, after almost kissing him, after trusting him with my life…I get, ‘I’m sorry.”

I stood there for a moment in complete silence.

I didn’t run that morning. I went back upstairs where I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

That had been almost a week ago.

**********

My birthday was tomorrow. Despite my protests, my dad had arranged for us to go out to a fancy dinner. I was hesitant for us to go anywhere together considering what had happened the last time I went out on an excursion. However, my dad convinced me that the entire protection team would be there and that the place had already been checked and secured earlier in the week.

It was a new restaurant owned by the daughter of one of his work colleagues. Located in an older part of town, the decorators had imported stained glass from old churches and pubs that had closed down over the years. Dad had shown me some snapshots of a few of the rooms, and it was a really beautiful space. The dining rooms looked warm and inviting, and the stained glass was breathtaking. They hadn’t gone with a particular color scheme, so each window was different. The place hadn’t officially opened for business yet; but my father, being the negotiator he was, got the owner to open up specially for us tomorrow night. I think he told her that it would be a good ‘test run’. I didn’t love it when he used his government position to get special treatment, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it made me feel better knowing that we would be the only ones there.

Dad had informed me that we would be getting all ‘dolled up’ for our date. Luckily, I had just the dress hanging in my closet.

It was a green lace dress that was fairly modest in the front, but completely backless. It wasn’t tight, but it certainly hugged my curves in all the right places. I bought it on a whim last year and had never worn it out. In essence, it was the perfect birthday dress. I had a gorgeous pair of strappy black heels to pair with it. Now that my cut had almost healed and my bruises were light enough to be covered with concealer, I felt like myself again. Healing on the outside had helped me begin to heal on the inside. I no longer immediately thought of the attack every time I looked in the mirror. It was good. Things were finally getting back on track and moving in a good direction.

I hadn’t seen Matthias again since that morning in the gym. And it was for the best. I now knew that none of my feelings were reciprocated. Just like my face and soul were healing, I felt that my heart was healing too.

**********

The morning of my birthday, I happily scurried downstairs to make myself some coffee and breakfast. It was early and the house was quiet.

On the counter was a small package wrapped in brown paper with a simple bow and three bunches of colorful flowers tucked into the ribbon. It was absolutely beautiful. Just my style.

I had told my dad “no gifts” this year. With everything that had happened in the 2 weeks since coming home, all I wanted was a simple day with the most wonderful man in the world. Any other gifts were unnecessary, in my opinion. He had reluctantly agreed; and so far, he had kept his promise. Until this morning.

I exhaled over-dramatically and said to myself, “Ugh, dad! What part of ‘no gifts’ was confusing?”

I was tempted to leave the gift there in some girlish act of defiance, but it was such a sweet little gesture that I just had to open it. As I peeled back the paper, I discovered a stack of DVDs.

“Awww, dad, you shouldn’t have,” I quietly whispered to myself.

Looking through the stack, I realized that I hadn’t seen any of them. They were all old classics. ‘Swing Time’, ‘Shall We Dance’, “The Gay Divorcee’…and…‘Top Hat’.

These weren’t from my dad.

Looking more carefully at the covers, there it was. ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’, ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’, ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’, ‘Starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’…

The heart, that I thought had started to forget, was immediately filled with the longing that I had been trying so hard to ignore.

There was a security camera in the kitchen. Locking my eyes with the lens, I stared straight into in and mouthed a silent, “Thank you.”

I didn’t know if he was watching, but I hoped with every ounce of my being that he was. Everyone gets a birthday wish, right?

**********

That night as I got ready, anticipation sat heavily in my stomach. He had bought me a present. He had given me Fred and Ginger. While it could have been just a friendly gesture, my gut told me it was more than that. It meant that he was still thinking about me…

I made sure that every curl was in place and my makeup was perfect. Knowing that he would be there tonight was all I could think about.

At 8 o’clock sharp, I descended the stairs to meet Ben. We had decided that, for security purposes, my dad and I would arrive separately. Matthias would be bringing him to the restaurant right from work.

For the first time since meeting me, Ben didn’t make a smartass comment. He actually smiled. When I got close enough, he took my right hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles sweetly.

“Happy Birthday, Linnea. You look gorgeous.”

“Why, Benjamin, that was incredibly gentlemanly of you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, fuckface. Ready to go?”

I laughed out loud as he extended his elbow for me. I linked our arms and we walked outside to the car waiting in the driveway. He opened up the rear door on the driver’s side, and I slid in gracefully. I was bound and determined to stay poised and totally in control of this night.

Ben made his usual small talk as we drove. It was about a 20-minute ride from the house to the restaurant; and as usual, he kept me smiling the entire time. I really was thankful for his presence and his energy. I had resented him at first because of who he wasn’t. Now, I was so thankful for who he was.

The front of the restaurant was beautiful. While all of the windows and carpentry out front were brand new, everything had been treated to have an old, rustic look. No signs were up yet, but it was very obvious that it would look wonderful once all the pieces were in place. Ben pulled into an alleyway between the restaurant and the neighboring building. Through the dark windows of the car, I could see two more security guys standing on watch. Dad really did have the place covered.

Ben parked and quickly hopped out of the car to escort me upstairs. Again, I marveled at how sweet he could be when he wanted to. As we reached the second-floor side entrance, he leaned over to give me a soft peck on the cheek.

“Have a good night, asshole,” he said with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, bitch,” I replied, with my own smirk.

I pushed open the door and was met with an enchanting sight. In the middle of a small, private dining room stood my dad. He was wearing a tuxedo and holding a bouquet of pink and white camellias.

The soft glow of the candles on the table was only enhanced by the stunning stained glass windows all around the space. There was a small bar on one side, behind which was a kitchen. The tantalizing smells wafting through the room meant that dinner was already in the works. Aromas of garlic and rosemary swirled around me, making me acutely aware that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

“Hi, honey. God, you look so beautiful. So grown up. I have to say, I know it’s only officially been a few hours, but 25 suits you.”

“Thanks, dad. And what about you? I knew that tonight was a formal occasion…but a tux? You outdid yourself, you handsome devil.”

“Anything for my girl. Now come on, sit down, have a glass of wine, and tell me about your day.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me towards our table. He set the flowers down next to my seat; and like the true gentleman he was, he pulled my chair out for me. He allowed me to sit, and gave me a kiss on the top of the head before taking his own seat.

I was feeling comfortable. My dad was here, we were in a beautiful restaurant for dinner, and I had officially gone five whole minutes without thinking of Matthias.

Then, as if on cue…I saw him.

He stood, shrouded in partial darkness, against one of the walls with a hand in his pocket. He was wearing what looked to be a dark gray suit jacket, white shirt, and some sort of dark printed tie. He looked good. He looked damn good. And then I saw them: suspenders. That bastard was wearing suspenders. For my money, there was nothing sexier in the world than a man who could wear them well. And dammit, he was certainly a man that could. His broad chest and thick waist made those suspenders my new favorite fantasy. Fate, it seemed, was a very cruel mistress.

He was looking at me. In that moment, I was so glad that I hadn’t seen him when I walked in. I would never have been able to keep my cool or even stay on my feet if I had noticed him before now. He obviously hadn’t shaved in a while and the stubble adorning his face made him look even sexier than usual, if that was even possible.

As if the night hadn’t already taken a sharp turn, he stared right into my eyes. His stormy blue orbs raked the length of my body and I felt totally exposed under his sultry gaze.

‘No, Nea. Don’t do this to yourself.’

Luckily, my dad was there to bring me back to present.

Matthias was not the guy from the hike. He was not the guy who told me about loving Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. He was not the guy who almost kissed me on the hilltop. He was not the guy who held my hand in the ambulance for the whole ride to the hospital. He was just some security guy who worked for my dad. Nothing more.

I broke his gaze and turned all of my attention to my dad. He had picked a succulent wine for us to sip while waiting for our food and I almost moaned out loud after the first taste. This was what a birthday should be. Good company, good wine, and a bit of conversation.

“So, sweetheart, I know that you said ‘no presents’”, my dad said while pulling a small box out of his pocket, “but I saw this a couple months ago and had to get it for you. I was going to send it to you this summer, but I’m so happy that I get to give it to you in person. I hope you like it.”

Inside, was a delicate silver chain with a tiny aquamarine stone. It was so beautiful.

“Dad, I don’t even know what to say! It’s absolutely perfect! I love it.”

“The aquamarine signifies wisdom. It also means that you are courageous and have a fighting spirit. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect stone for you. I know that I’ve told you this before, but I am prouder of you than my words could ever describe. I wish your mother was here with us to see what an amazing woman you’ve become…what an amazing woman you’ve been for some time. Two weeks ago, when you came home and I almost lost you…I just…it made me afraid on so many levels. My main concern, of course, was the thought of losing my daughter. But underneath that, was the fear of the world losing you. You have so many gifts to give and so much talent and love and bravery. When I used to go to your parent teacher conferences, I never cared about your grades. You are smart enough and resourceful enough that I knew you’d always do well academically. No. What made me proud was when the teachers told me how good you were-how nice you were to all the other kids. You never excluded anyone. You were a kind soul, even at such a young age. That is your gift. Your heart is what you bring to the world. And I can’t wait to sit back and watch.”

I didn’t have the words to thank him. How do you respond to something like that?

I rose from my chair and walked to his side of the table. He stood and met me with open arms. For several minutes, we stood and held each other.

Before he released me, I whispered in his ear, “You. It’s you. All I ever wanted was to be you.”

Footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen brought us out of our moment. Lydia, the owner, smiled warmly and walked towards us with two impeccably perfect looking plates of food. As dad and I reclaimed our seats, she began to describe our dishes.

“Good evening, you two. We’re so glad to have you with us tonight. This evening’s meal is grilled rosemary pork chops, roasted garlic gorgonzola mashed potatoes, and herbed mushrooms in a white wine sauce. I hope that everything is to your liking. My staff and I will be downstairs if you need anything at all. As you requested, we also prepared a plate for each member of your security team. Please enjoy.”

With a sincere smile and a final nod, she walked past the bar and through a door leading to the main dining area downstairs.

“Oh, my God, dad. This literally may be the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, staring at my plate.

He gave me a wink, before picking up his fork. “Happy Birthday, Nea. Dig in, sweetheart.”

I gave him a big, bright grin. And just before trying my first bite, I quietly added, “Thanks for feeding the guys. Ben will be talking about this for months.”

“It was the least I could do. They work around the clock. Couldn’t have asked for a better team.” At this, he turned just in time to see Matthias stealthily slipping into the small kitchen area behind the bar holding his plate. “Enjoy your dinner, son,” he said warmly. Just before disappearing out of sight, Matthias’ gaze locked with mine again. His look was soft and intense, not unlike the one he had given me on the hilltop the day we went hiking. The look he had given me just before our almost kiss.

‘Nea…don’t.’

Dad and I made casual conversation as we ate. The food was mouth-wateringly good. The pork chops were tender and flavorful and the white wine sauce on the mushrooms was insane. However, the mashed potatoes were the best. Gorgonzola cheese was one of my favorite things in the world. I wondered, momentarily, if dad had relayed that information ahead of time, or if this was just some happy coincidence. Either way, I knew that I would be requesting these…a lot. I know that I said I was against my dad requesting special favors; but these mashed potatoes were worth the potential scandal.

As we were finishing the main course, dad’s phone started to ring. He looked at it before shooting me the look and standing up from his chair. I knew it well. That look meant, ‘I’m going to answer this and I know you’ll hate it, but I’ll keep it as quick as possible’.

Upon hearing the chair being pushed away from the table, Matthias materialized from behind the bar, apparently intent upon following my dad.

“Nea, I need to get this, honey. Sit, enjoy your wine, and keep Matthias company. Decide what we’re having for dessert! I’ll be right back.”

Matthias moved to trail him out the door.

“No. Son, you stay here. Ben is right over at the top of the stairs. I’ll grab him on my way out and take him with me. You stay and entertain my beautiful birthday girl.”

Matthias just watched my father walk out. He glanced back at me before looking away and lowering his gaze.

Fine then.

I grabbed my wine glass and rose from my seat. I’d been admiring the stunning windows in this room since we were seated at the table. This was my chance to get a closer look.

There was one that caught my eye. It was a beautiful tree with layer upon layer of color. Browns, golds, blues, and reds bled into one another and swirled around the delicate branches. The center seemed to glow as if the setting sun had been captured just as it had dipped below the horizon. The panels of glass seemed to flow into one another, almost as if it were a watercolor painting instead of a window.

I didn’t even hear him come up behind me.

“That one’s my favorite too.”

They were the first words he’d said to me since ‘I’m sorry’. As much as I hated it, his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Without turning to face him, I sadly replied, “Yes, it’s really beautiful. My dad picked a good spot for tonight.”

I was trying to hold myself together. I could hear my voice cracking with emotion, and I knew he could too. But I couldn’t go down this road with him again. It hurt too much.

“Nea”, he said softly. “Nea, please look at me,” he pleaded.

“No.”

“No?”

“Matthias, I…I can’t.”

Instead of asking again, he stepped in front of me and looked me right in the eyes.

I could feel my walls crumbling, but I refused to give in. I was strong. I knew what I wanted and what I deserved. The look in his blue eyes was killing me, but I kept my head held high and bravely met his stare.

“Even when furious at me, you’re still so beautiful,” he said, shaking his head. “The way your dad talks about you is amazing. He’s so lucky to have you in his life.”

That did it.

“Stop!” I yelled, as I put both hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Stop pushing me away and then saying bullshit things like that! Stop avoiding me for days and then leaving me presents! You can’t do this to me! Do you know how hard these last two weeks have been? Do you have any idea? I felt safe with you. I feel safe with you. You saved my life and you don’t seem to care. I had to hear from Ben that you got stabbed. BEN! You weren’t even with me at the hospital when I woke up. You were everything I needed, and then you just left me. I have never wanted anything in my life the way that I want you and it’s KILLING me that you don’t feel the same!”

He stepped back towards me and reached for my hand. I pulled back and stood with both arms at my sides, resolutely waiting for his response with my chin held high. He took a deep breath before looking right into my eyes.

“Nea, do you think this has been easy for me? I was supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to take care of you. But I couldn’t. You ended up in the hospital with bruises and stitches! That fucking destroyed me! I sat by your bed as long as I could. Leaving that hospital room was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. My heart shattered. You are amazing. You are so fucking amazing. You are smart and kind and selfless. You care about everyone around you. Do you know how hard it’s been getting briefings from Ben every day? Knowing that he gets to be near you all the time and I don’t! Seeing you tonight in that dress is torture because you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. But that’s not why I want you. After only 48 hours with you, I told you about Top Hat. Do you know how many people know that about me? None. Zero! I absolutely cannot lose someone else that I care about. And I hate feeling like this because I know that no matter how much I care, I will never be able to keep you completely safe. I NEED you, goddamit!”

And there it was.

Our admissions hung in the air around us. I felt breathless and shaky. I needed something to anchor me back to the Earth.

“Fuck it. I can’t do this anymore.”

Before I could ask what ‘this’ meant, there was a hand at the small of my back and one tangled in my hair. He pulled me to him and crashed his lips against mine.

This was no ‘getting-to-know-you’ kiss. It was fire and longing and two people who couldn’t deny what was between them any longer. There was no build-up. I immediately opened to his searching tongue and met it with my own. He angled his head and pulled me even closer, if that was possible. I could feel the long, hard lines of his body pressed against the curves of my own. One of my hands went to the back of his neck, just to make sure that, this time, he wasn’t going anywhere. I could hear a growl come from his throat and the hand at my waist traveled up to the span of bare back exposed by my dress. His warm hand on my skin forced a purr from my own mouth. The initial intensity of the kiss faded and we stood wrapped in each other by the glow of that ethereal window. His kisses were drugging and sinful. His skilled tongue and soft lips twisted and wrapped around my own. With one last suck to my bottom lip, he released my mouth and pulled away. He did not, however, let me go. His hand remained on the exposed skin of my back and the other hand traveled to the side of my face, those strong fingers almost unconsciously caressing the spot where my stitches had been.

For the second time tonight, I was at a loss for words. I’m not sure that words had been invented yet for the feelings that were surging through my body. I needed just a second to collect my thoughts and figure out my next move. I gently moved out of his embrace and walked over to the table where I had left my phone. Picking it up, I fired off a quick text before setting it back down. Matthias didn’t say a word, he just watched me intently.

“Who are you texting?”

“Ben. I want to know how much longer my father will be on his call.”

“And…?”

As if on cue, my phone vibrated with an incoming message. I checked it quickly before setting the phone back on the table.

“He said about 3 or 4 minutes. Matthias, I…”

“No. Not now. We can save that conversation for later. Right now, I just need you to come back over here. Your dad will be back soon, and I really want to do that again.”

My heart leapt and I felt a lightness in my step that hadn’t been there in weeks. I walked towards him with purpose. I wanted his hands back on my body and his mouth on mine. I reached him and placed both hands on his chest, each one grabbing a handful of suspender. I dragged him towards me slowly and licked my lips.

“Like the suspenders, do you?”

“Oh…you have no idea…”

Our lips were just about to touch when it happened.

Loud pops and the sounds of shattering glass pierced the silence; and instead of pulling me into his arms, Matthias pushed me to the ground.

Gunshots. They were gunshots.

Matthias grabbed his radio and immediately began barking orders.

“Agents 3, 4, 5, and 6, assess situation and sweep the perimeter! Make sure that both cars have a clear alley exit. Detain assailants if possible. I’m with Linnea. I’ll be taking her out the side entrance and down to vehicle 2. Ben is with her dad. They are closest to the back exit. Ben, get him out and into vehicle 1. Team, go NOW!”

I was trembling with fear.

“Nea! Nea, listen to me! I am going to get you out of here. Behind the bar and through the kitchen is an exit. It leads down to the side alley that Ben parked you guys in when you got here. I have two agents down there now clearing it so that we can leave safely. Stay low and get there. I will be behind you until we are in the kitchen. Then I need you to get behind me as we leave. We’re going to be ok.”

I didn’t ask questions. Instead, I pulled him to me and kissed him hard. After all it took to get us here, I knew we would be ok. I knew he would get us out. I just…knew.

He nodded to me before yelling, “Go!”

I crawled across the hardwood floor towards the bar. I stayed low just like Matthias had told me to. I didn’t look behind me, but I could hear him. Every now and then, he’d ask for a status update or yell at one of his guys to move to another location. Now I was really seeing why he was hired for this job. He was good. He was very good.

As I reached the kitchen, I pushed myself up to my feet. Matthias was right there. One arm went around my shoulders; and even though he didn’t say anything to me, he gave me a quick squeeze, just to let me know that I had done well.

As we got to the exit, he stepped in front of me, shielding me from whatever may be waiting on the other side of the door.

“Nea, we’re going to move quickly. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, get into the car as fast as you can. Get to the lowest point you can in the vehicle and don’t raise your head until I give you the ‘all clear’. Got it?”

All I could do was nod.

Drawing his sidearm from its holster, he barked another update to his team. “This is Agent 1. Exiting building now. In 3-2-1…”

The door swung open. I could hear shots, but none of them were coming from the alley below.

The next few seconds happened so quickly. Looking back, I don’t even remember going down the stairs and getting into the car. It was surreal, as if it was happening to someone else. Following his instructions, I got down as low as I could and curled up on the floor in the backseat. The driver’s side door slammed and Matthias quickly started the vehicle and pulled onto the street. I had my hands over my ears to drown out the sounds of the continuing gunfire. Tears of fear and relief flowed freely from my eyes. Fear for my dad, Matthias, Ben, and the rest of the team…not to mention Lydia and her staff who had been so wonderful to us tonight. Relief that Matthias had kept his promise. We were out and we were ok.

I could hear the muffled sounds of him on his phone communicating with the rest of the team, but I couldn’t focus enough to hear any of the conversation. After what could have been hours, but was, in reality, probably only ten or fifteen minutes, I felt Matthias reach into the backseat and tap me on the hip. I knew this was the ‘all clear’.

I sat up and leaned forward so that my head was between the two front seats. I needed to see him and be close to him. My left hand found its way to his right shoulder and he briefly turned his head to brush his cheek along the top of it. An unspoken, ‘I’m here.’

“Nea, it’s ok. We’re ok. Are you hurt? Please God, say ‘no’.”

“I’m ok. I’m ok. Thanks to you,” I said, my voice shaking. I left my hand where it rested on his shoulder, giving the muscle a soft squeeze.

For a few moments, we sat in silence, quietly assuring one another that we were safe.

Once I felt my breathing return to normal, I took in our surroundings. I didn’t recognize a thing. Why were we driving out of the city? Why wasn’t he taking me back to the house?

“Matthias, where are we? Why aren’t we going home?”

“Nea…we can’t.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll explain everything when we get there.”

“Get where? Matthias, you’re scaring me…”

“Nea, we need to disappear for two or three days. We’re headed to a safehouse.”

“Ok. So, my dad and Ben will meet us there, right?”

“No. It’s just going to be you and me.”

He must have felt my immediate panic.

“Nea, I promise to tell you everything. Everything. But right now, we need to get someplace safe. Everything will be alright. Do you trust me?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I extended my free hand towards the dash. Matthias immediately knew what I needed and took his right hand off the wheel. His fingers tangled with my own and he brought my hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

I sat there in complete and utter shock. Luckily the soft caress of his fingers against my own kept me grounded in the moment. I did my best to focus on his touch, knowing that I would have the full picture soon.

A safehouse…

What the fuck was happening? Why wasn’t it safe to go home? Was my dad alright?

And how was I going to survive being alone for three days with this man…?

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