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winchesterandpie · 2 years

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Early Morning Cramps

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

Word Count: 753

Warnings: highly self-indulgent, dizzyingly sweet--I can't promise you won't have cavities after reading. Reader deals with period cramps if that's an issue for you

A/N: I'm back! I have a separate post as an update on the requests and other writing I've done, so I won't rehash that here. In the meantime, I wrote this just today because this morning sucked because my period started and I didn't have a sweetheart naval aviator. Enjoy my indulgence!

You looked over at the clock when you woke up and found a bright 3:00 blinking back at you. It was not your night, apparently. Then you felt a bubble of wet between your legs and wanted to scream. It really wasn’t your night.

Instead of screaming, you slid carefully out of the arms of your boyfriend. You hoped he would stay asleep for the next half hour or so. You and Jake hadn’t been dating long enough that you wanted to him dealing with your period. He made a small noise in his sleep, reaching for where you’d been. When he didn’t find you, he grumbled, but curled into the blankets without waking. You watched him fondly for a minute, before another bubble reminded you that you needed to get moving.

A quick feel of the sheets didn’t reveal any wet spots, so you breathed a small sigh of relief. Your luck held out in the bathroom, and you thanked every deity you’d ever heard of that you hadn’t gotten blood in your underwear. It still wasn’t fun to deal with, but at least you didn’t have to do extensive clean up.

When you stood back up from the toilet, you winced as pain made itseslf known in your abdomen. You leaned heavily against the sink while you washed your hands, trying not to double over.

Unfortunately, you had left your ibuprofen downstairs. You debated briefly going back to bed and getting the medicine at a decent hour. That notion was quickly dismissed as another cramp ripped through you.

You worked your way to the kitchen slowly, trying not to make noise. Reaching up for the bottle of ibuprofen proved to be more stretching than you could manage. You leaned your weight on the counter, willing yourself to try again and uncurl enough to get it.

That’s where Jake found you a few minutes later. He rubbed his eyes blearily as he approached, then wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked him quietly.

“Not without you.” Sleepy Jake was tooth-achingly sweet, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder in appreciation. “Why are you up?” His voice was rough with sleep, rumbling through you as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” you answered, not untruthfully.

He hummed against your skin, knowing that wasn’t everything.

“I just needed some ibuprofen, but I can’t get it,” you sighed, defeated.

Jake shifted then, one hand sliding under your shirt to splay on your belly while he reached with the other for the medicine bottle. You groaned at the warmth of his hand. Alone, it certainly wouldn’t rid you of the cramps, but it was comfort you needed.

“Period cramps?”

You hummed agreement. “They aren’t usually this bad.” You opened the bottle and shook the dose you needed into your hand.

“’M sorry, darlin’,” he said as you took the ibuprofen. “Do you have enough of everything?”

“Enough for a couple of days, but I should restock soon. I’d go tomorrow… well, technically today, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to move.”

Jake started walking the two of you back toward your bedroom once you set the glass down. “How about I run to the store after work? I can pick up whatever you need.”

“You really don’t have to,” you tried to insist, but you felt him shaking his head before you’d even finished speaking.

“No, but I want to do that for you. If that’s okay.”

“You’re really something special, y’know that?” you said in awe as he tucked you back into bed.

“Only for you, sweets.” Jake slid under the covers, pulling you close to him. “Only for you.” His fingers splayed out on your skin again as you settled into each other.

“My secret sweetheart,” you teased as he got blushy. You raised a hand to his cheek, guiding his face closer so you could kiss the underside of his jaw. He kissed your forehead in sweet retaliation.

“Alright, go back to sleep. It’s 3:30 in the morning.” He shifted one last time, pulling your head to rest on his chest.

You were already drowsy, and the comfort of Jake--warm and solid against you--had you relaxing fully into the dark hold of sleep. “Love you,” you mumbled as you slipped away. The words slipped out without you intending them to, but that didn’t make you mean them any less.

“Love you too.”

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Stories To Be Told: PART 22

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A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: ya’ll. let's just admit we need an azriel. because i certainly do. also we’re going to pretend fae have modern things like tampons and shit.

WARNING: mentions of a woman's menstrual cycle. (blood, and everything else that comes with a period)

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When I awoke the next morning… I honestly didn’t know what was worse. The pain in my abdomen or the blood that was seeping into my undergarments, and making me feel disgusting. My cycle was usually like this, coming on with absolutely no warning. And then terrible for the entire time. Absolutely just miserable.

“Fuck,” I groaned, curling up a little more to a position that ever so slightly alleviated the pain I was in.

A few more long minutes went by and I tried to stop dying-

“Y/N?” Azriel asked from behind my door.

I rolled my eyes. “What?!” I called back, cringing painfully as another wave of cramps took over. Why didn’t I count the months?! Why did I forget about this stupid biannual cycle bullshit?

“I was wondering if you were coming to training. It’s been an hour since you usually wake up,” he explained.

An hour?! Maybe those long minutes were more than just minutes. Or I just woke up later because of this stupid dumb natural cycle.

“I’m not,” I replied. “Not in a million years with this stupid pain-“ I added with a whisper to myself.

“Are you alright?” Azriel asked, sounding more concerned now.

“Perfectly fine,” I answered, probably failing horribly at keeping my voice even. “Just go on without me!”

“Can I open the door?” He asked.

I glanced back at the rest of the bed. No blood stains just yet, so… “Fine.”

I tried to move into a position that extenuated exhaustion instead of pain. But something on my face must’ve given it away. Azriel opened the door and saw me laying there, and then immediately rushed over to the bedside, hands raising above me, but not touching.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s because I am. I’m skipping training today, I might see you later.”

His brows furrowed, confusion evident on his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked, kneeling down to meet my gaze easier. “Can I help?”

I groaned, both hands reaching under my stomach in a useless attempt to alleviate the pain. “No, you can’t help,” I said, turning my face back into the pillows. “Nobody can, now go off and do your thing-”

“Can you at least tell me what it is? Should I get Madja?”

“I’m fine-” I cut myself off with a groan, wings curling up over my back as every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once. Like fuck- couldn’t they have made this process pleasant!?

Azriel’s hands went to rest on the bed, inching closer. “Angel? You alright?”

“No,” I answered honestly. “It’s my cycle- completely normal, just fucking awful-”

I turned my head to see his reaction, His eyes were flickering with immediate recognition. He winced visibly as well, as if feeling the sympathy pain. Which honestly? With this odd bond? He might just be able to feel it. Which in that case, he’s leaving me right here and getting out of range as quick as fucking possible. I might wish I didn’t have this, and sometimes wished males also had some occurrence as well, but I wouldn’t wish this upon Azriel, who, in most senses, had been quite kind to me.

“Oh,” he hummed. He sniffed the air experimentally, snapping his attention back to my gaze. “I should’ve smelled that. Sorry angel. How can I help you?” His voice was so soft and comforting. Fuck, it just rolled off his tongue so easily and settled across me like a fuzzy little ball of happiness. There was no other way to describe it.

“I’m fine,” I lied, lifting the blanket off of my back using my wings. It was starting to get just slightly too sweaty under it. “Just need to get some things from town once the cramps die down slightly. Go to training.”

“You need–they’re called tampons right?” He questioned, staring at me. I nodded, confirming his statement. “Right, how about I go get them for you then?”

I lifted a brow. “I think everyone would stare at you weird.”

“Like I care. I’ll be right back, alright angel?” Azriel said, standing quickly.

I opened my mouth to protest that I could do it myself, but Azriel had already walked out the door, closing it so it was left only cracked.

I sighed, rolling my eyes at his antics. Really, I would’ve been able to get it myself. It just might’ve taken a while until I had the will to battle against the pain stemming from my abdomen, thighs and lower back.

Azriel returned not too long after, holding a box of tampons in his left hand, which he set down on my bedside table before kneeling down to be eye level with me. “How are you holding up? How long do these last again?”

I cringed as another wave rolled over me. I crushed my hands to my stomach, clenching my jaw tight to stop a groan from escaping. “I’m fine,” I lied. “And about a week, at least for me. Some get longer and some get shorter.”

“Your lying skills might need to be brushed up on,” he chuckled. “Do you want me to talk to Madja about some sort of tonic for the pain?”

“First tell me if you can feel it,” I ordered. “Because if you can, yes and then you’re leaving.”

“It’s very weak, but a little,” he admitted. “But not anything compared to what I imagine you’re feeling.”

“You do not deserve any sort of pain when I’m the one supposed to be dealing with it, leave and go to training,” I ordered, closing my eyes as another wave came over some sort of wall that was the threshold of pain.

“I already told Cass I wasn’t going,” Az chuckled. “Now, how can I help? Would the tonic help?”

I groaned in both frustration and pain. “Fine, go get the stupid tonic.”

Azriel smirked, clearly proud of the fact I’d given in. “Be right back sweetheart.” And then he left before I could question him on the next new little name he’d given me. How many do I have now? Angel, baby and then sweetheart?! Fucking hell.

My trail of thinking was cut off again as the pain came to overwhelm my senses again. Gods, I really just needed to find a good book to dive into. Maybe a distraction would work? Right? If I managed to get the damn energy to do anything. A bath, a book and then suffering. I didn’t have the patience for any of those right now.

Azriel returned after gods know how long, holding a small bottle of amber liquid that looked suspiciously like alcohol.

“Is that whiskey?” I asked, eyebrows scrunching up as I looked at the bottle.

Az scoffed. “No, Madja claims it's something to help with pain.”

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself to sit with my back against the pillows and wings splayed out on either side of me. I held out a hand and Azriel dropped it into my palm. I gave another look at the liquid inside before popping the cork off and swallowing it down. Bitter as fuck.

I opened my mouth as soon as the liquid was down, face scrunching up against the bitter taste. “Fucking hell,” I swore. “Madja needs a damn warning on that thing. I’ve never tasted something worse.”

Az wordlessly took the bottle back, putting it beside the tampons on my bedside table. “Do you need to…” he hesitated, gesturing towards the box with his scarred hands.

I sighed, still holding a hand to my stomach. “Look away, spymaster,” I ordered. “Don’t need you scandalized with the blood.”

“I’ve seen much worse than blood,” he replied. “But very well; I will turn away.” He shifted on his feet, body facing towards the door now.

With a silent wince, I pulled myself out of the bed, and quickly grabbed a second set of undergarments, night pants and then the box of tampons before running into the bathroom.

After dealing with that, I almost just laid down on the cool tile floor. I felt nauseous as hell, black spots entering my vision as I washed my hands and attempted to walk straight toward the bathroom door. All I had to do was make it to the bed and then I could pass the fuck out again, and pray to every higher being out there that when I woke up, it wasn’t worse. It probably still would be, to be honest.

Azriel had turned back to face the bathroom door, eyes narrowing as I stumbled out of it and toward the bed. I felt my foot trip over the other just as my vision went almost completely black. I spread my wings, hands flying out automatically, but I never hit the ground.

I groaned, and Azriel slowly lowered me to the ground, knees bending so I was sitting on my calves instead.

“Y/N?” Azriel asked. “What’s wrong?”

I held a hand to my forehead, feeling the sweat coming off of it.

“Can you hear me?” He asked again, sounding more urgent with each passing second.

“I’m fine,” I growled, looking around the room. It was spinning less with my lack of walking. My wings had slumped to the ground, one of my claws at the apex was laying on Azriel’s knee. I could distantly feel the fabric of his pants, but I could barely see straight, much less try and think about that.

“Y/N,” Azriel stated, a warning tone entering his voice. “You are not fine. You almost just blacked out.”

“I am fine,” I insisted. “This is normal.”

“You normally pass out while walking on your cycle? Are you sure?”

“No,” I answered. “I don’t normally pass out. I just trip a bit when I’m dizzy is all.”

“That amount of dizziness isn’t normal,” he insisted. “You should be able to at least walk straight.”

“Whatever,” I dismissed.

He sighed, head dipping down. I noticed now, that his hands were still grappling onto each of my upper arms, still holding tightly as if he was afraid I was about to faint and fall over or something. Which I wasn’t. I would be fine. I had dealt with these before. This one might be one of the worst ones in a while, but that didn’t mean shit.

“Let me help you onto the bed,” he murmured, moving his arms to support me as I stood. He looked at the distance to the bed once I was standing before literally sweeping my feet off, and settling me down on the sheets again. I was damned lucky they hadn’t gotten stained. Must’ve been the way I’d been laying that saved them.

I curled up with my knees to my chest against the pillows, looking at Azriel with a lifted brow. “I could’ve walked.”

“And I wanted to carry you,” he chuckled. “Now, tell me, how can I help?”

Well, he was certainly determined.

“And don’t claim you’re fine,” he said quickly as my mouth opened to deliver the same lie as before. “You almost just fainted.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think there is anything you can do to help,” I replied instead. “This is kinda a thing that happens and is dealt with alone.”

“Well,” he hummed. “You keep putting your hands to your abdomen, so I’m assuming that at least gives the illusion of helping. You’re shaking like you're cold, and sweating like you're hot, so something to help even out that temperature might help.”

My brows furrowed, concerned on how the hell he’d gleaned so much information just from being here for such a short period of time.

“So, angel, how would you like me to help?”

I rolled my eyes, sighing. He wasn’t going to give in, and I was in too much pain to fight on this for very long. I didn’t want to get some weird emotional response or something. The other symptoms that followed this bullshit. “What do you feel like doing?” I asked. “Like- suggest something. You’re being too open ended for me to answer.”

Azriel smiled softly at that. “How about…” he hummed. “You move over slightly on the bed, and I sit next to you, or lay behind you and lay my hand on your abdomen, and keep you at a normal temperature at the same time?”

I swallowed, but internally, my heart swooned. He truly did care. My mate cared. And that just made me swoon even more, heart aching pleasantly at the thought.

“Okay,” I coughed out finally. “Yeah.” I shuffled my wings at the same time as moving my body down the bed so that my head was on the pillows and farther over on the bed. I didn’t really want to face him, because the emotions I was feeling were likely already playing out on the bond for him. So if I saw his reactions, likely it wouldn’t end well.

“You okay with me brushing against your wings, angel?” He asked, the bed pitching downwards as he crawled onto it.

I nodded. “Just don’t-” I cut myself off, unable to form the proper words to describe what I was forbidding him from doing.

Luckily, he seemed to understand well enough. He pressed against my back and wings, but didn’t let his hands linger anywhere, or move too drastically to cause some reaction from the touch. It was gentle, and caring. Careful, but also freeing. He looped an arm over my middle, laying his palm against my abdomen.

“Where’s it hurt?” He asked, his other arm coming up under the pillow my head was on. I simply lifted my head so he could move it under my neck for a more comfortable position. Cuddling was a foreign concept, but I knew enough from books.

I reached down to position Azriel’s hand gently with mine. “Mostly right there,” I answered, setting my hand back against the bed. Another wave washed over and I winced, jaw tightening as my eyes closed of their own accord.

Azriel’s hand began to gently rub over the fabric of my shirt. It gave the illusion of help, and also felt… immensely comforting actually. My mate pressed up against me. The male who I apparently had grown to love, caring for me oh so gently. Azriel, the idiot, cuddling up close to me. This wasn’t a sexually enticing position in the slightest. It was just comfort.

“Is this helping?” He asked, breath brushing against my neck.

I wordlessly nodded, pushing my head down more before settling where I was. I yawned, unable to contain the sound. Fuck, these things really just made my entire sleep schedule, emotions, and body just… wacky.

“You tired?”

“A little,” I admitted. “I should get up and do something.”

“No,” he chuckled. “You shouldn’t. Rest sweetheart.”

“Should I call that a new name unlocked?” I joked, eyes still closed, but my mouth curved into a big smile.

He scoffed, but I could almost feel his grin from here. “I can call you many more things, add to the list if you’d like.”

I rolled my eyes beneath my lids, but that smile only grew.

“Rest darling,” he commanded. “I won’t leave you.”

I grinned a little before taking a deep heaving breath of air, and letting relaxation fill me.

As sleep came to claim me, I started to wonder about what would happen if I did accept the bond, and decided to fall in love with Azriel. What would the future be like? I could imagine Azriel just like he was now, cuddling up close to his lover and assuring them that he loved them every moment he could. With a short flare of heat, I also wondered what Azriel would be like… in bed. Would he be rough? Gentle? Kinky as fuck? Sleep claimed me before I could continue that trail of thoughts completely.

Azriel continued to refuse to leave me alone. He did go back to his own bed during the night, but only for the beginning. By the third day he was staying the night because we’d passed out so early in the evening. Waking up felt surreal the next morning.

I started to tease him that if he didn’t train, he was going to lose all that handsome muscle. Of course, I accidently said it exactly like that, and he had smirked so fucking big it looked like it hurt.

Now, the entire thing was entirely too unpleasant to deal with. Back pain, abdomen pain, muscle soreness, headaches, nausea and dizziness, emotional instability… all of it. It was worse being around actual people too. People who could get hurt by some impulsive words of mine, or I could hurt them by accidently getting too emotional—

“Stop thinking,” Azriel ordered, hand running through my hair. “Just relax.”

I felt better than usual today, so I would probably try to go to training tomorrow. Even if it would be miserable. I didn’t train this week. 2 times a year, I didn’t train once. Because I’d always have trouble recognizing those limits, and it’d only make me feel more like shit when I realize I can’t do something because of the pain, or I’m weak, or something.

“Baby…” Azriel complains. “I can see your little upset face from here. Stop it.”

A smile curved onto my face.

Azriel had been so, so soft during this. Cuddling, so unlike the deadly spymaster I’d heard stories of, and gentle reassurances and check-ups so different from the figure I’d heard could kill so easily with just a flick of his wrist. It was both unnerving and reassuring. Azriel was softening up. I distantly wanted to know how long he’d felt the damn bond. How long had he’d been holding himself back from these soft little intimate moments? He’d argued with me enough that I didn’t have a damn clue.

But I enjoyed it. The softness. It felt like something I’d been craving for so long, finally given to me. It felt like another home, within a home. And Azriel knew me better than anyone alive right now. He knew my story, knew my tendencies. He even knew the face I made when I was upset. He knew. And I knew him as well. It was companionship at its best level. It was friendship at its closest. It was… it was a mate who cared oh so much. And one I cared for in return. These soft moments hadn’t just been for me. I’d attempted to scratch his head too, even if he waved me off. I’d tried a bit more innocent touching. A hug, leaning into his scratches, letting him near me in a way nobody had ever been.

Maybe I didn’t need as much time to think as I thought.

“Sleep,” Azriel complained. “If you want to go to training tomorrow, you’re going to sleep.”

I scoffed. “Bossy spymaster,” I admonished with a grin.

“Stubborn rogue,” he replied cheekily.

I rolled my eyes, but they fell shut momentarily as I settled into the soft embrace of love.

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