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This is a Nick Amaro imagine, requested by the lovely @klovesreading I hope this is what you wanted and that you all will like it.

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Summary: While on shift getting ready for a court case, Nick's wife gets shot and he has to get her to the hospital before it's too late.

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A tired smile flooded (Y/n)'s lips when she left the lift and made her way slowly down the corridor towards the squad room. She could feel her energy trying to perk back up and keep her going but all she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and go to sleep for a week.

She had barely left the station at all this past week. None of them had when they were preparing four out of six of their victims to testify at trial.

The tray of coffee's in her hand swayed from left to right but (Y/n) did well to keep it steady while her other hand curled around her bag that was on her shoulder. She trailed down the hall and turned right, feeling as if she had just walked into a different world when she entered the squad room.

All the noise burst through her ears and sent adrenaline coursing through her blood, livening her up immediately.

As she passed, (Y/n) placed a takeaway cup of coffee down on Finn's desk, then one on Amanda's desk opposite his. When Olivia came out of her office, (Y/n) handed her a cup which left two more balancing in the cardboard tray in her hand that was finally lighter.

"Thank you." Olivia gratefully took her cup before she carried on walking towards the far side of the squad room, a stack of papers in her arm.

The smile on (Y/n)'s face turned softer when her eyes landed on a familiar flop of raven black hair that had been raggled and formed into soft waves. She made a beeline for him, her eyes focused on the back of his head until she was stood directly behind his chair.

She let her bag slump down off her arm and land with a thud on his desk before she leaned forwards.

Her head tucked into the crook of Nick's neck and her right arm looped around his upper chest over his collar bone as she placed the last two remaining coffee cups down on the other side of his desk. Both arms circled around his neck and her lips smothered the side of Nick's neck, kissing just over his pulse point. Her chest pressed down into his shoulders and she hummed quietly when he reached his hand up to hold her wrist.

"Morning carino," Nick set down his pen and slouched back in his chair as he tilted his head to the left to look at his wife. He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head while he held her wrist and smoothed his thumb up and down the back of her hand.

Nick was on a double shift. He had been here since early in the evening and he was on shift all day until late on tonight. Whereas (Y/n) had gone home last night, briefly seeing Nick before he came on shift and now she was back for the day.

"Hi," Her voice tickled the side of Nick's neck and she worked her way up to peck his jaw until he tilted his head to capture her lips with his.

"Is Sophia at nursery?" He already knew the answer, but he thought he would ask anyway.

"Yeah, she's not impressed with you though." (Y/n) pecked his lips again and again before she finally stood up properly. Her hands moved to hold Nick's shoulders and she looked over the papers and files scattered around his desk. He had been going over the witness and victim's statements, making sure they had no loose ends ready for today.

The trial had started two days ago and their most reliable victim was going on the stand today. Depending on how far they got today, another one of their victims might take the stand if they had time.

This meant that their suspect was now getting nervous. He was on trial for rape and murder and he hadn't managed to intimidate the victims enough to make them recant or stand down from trial. As long as the squad got the victims through testifying and cross examination, they would be on their way to a certified guilty verdict.

"With me?" He murmured in confusion as he reached out to take his coffee.

Sophia was only three and just starting to go to nursery. She wasn't a fan of being away from home or being away from her parents. Instead of Nick's mother looking after her when her parents were at work, now she had strangers and ten other children around her all day.

She didn't like it. But (Y/n) had been more than surprised this morning when she took her daughter to nursery and didn't get any tantrums, only a few tears. Sophia was still reluctant to go in, but she didn't make as much of a fuss as she did with Nick the other day.

(Y/n) wondered if it was because she had her dad wrapped around her finger and knew if she made enough of a scene, Nick would cave and take her home.

"I want my daddy. That's all I got told this morning, I think she expected you to pick her up and take her back home again."

A quirked grin flooded Nick's lips as he leaned his head back into (Y/n)'s abdomen. It wasn't so surprising. If Sophia was in a tantrum, she wanted Nick. She would cry and make a fuss until Nick either caved in or sternly told her to stop. She wanted him this morning so she didn't have to stay in nursery and (Y/n) could see the sadness in her toddler's eyes when she realised Nick really was at work and wasn't coming to get her.

"Okay, are we all ready for today?"

(Y/n) closed her eyes and tightened her hands on Nick's shoulders, staying glued up against the back of his chair while he turned to the side to face Olivia. None of them were exactly ready or thrilled about going to the courthouse today, but it was necessary. Each of them were being called to the stand as witnesses.

"I guess," Amanda drawled as she poured three sachets of sugar from her desk drawer into her coffee cup. She needed to wake up if she was going to see this trial through.

Finn was the only one who wasn't going to the courthouse today. He was staying behind to finish up on his own paperwork and be here if they got any new cases come through.

"Okay. Amaro- both of you, go and collect Vanessa and me and Rollins will go get Abbie and escort them to the courthouse. Remember, Steven is vigilant, he won't stop trying to get to these girls."

It was the safest option for everyone if they went and picked up their witnesses and escorted them directly to court. That way, they couldn't get into accidents or back out or get lost. And their suspect on trial, Steven, wouldn't be able to get any of his henchmen to intimidate the girls or make any 'accidents' happen. They needed this trial to go smoothly without a hitch. Barba was counting on it.

"Copy." Nick downed half of his coffee to get his system going and liven himself up.

He felt (Y/n) let go of his shoulders and take a step back so he could stand up and grab his overcoat from the back of his chair.

He was surprised he wasn't being teamed up with Amanda, but then again, they weren't doing any official interviews. This didn't have to be played professionally.

Olivia was more relaxed and easy-going when it came to allowing (Y/n) and Nick to work together. They were married after all, and it might be seen as inappropriate to some. But they were always professional when they worked together. They paired well when they were doing perp interviews, they bounced off each other and got results and when they spoke to witnesses and victims, no one suspected they were married until they learned their names.

Picking up the witnesses today wasn't going to cause any problems so they were fine to be working together.

"Off we go, carino." Nick moved his hand to rest on (Y/n)'s lower back and he grabbed his keys from his desk and stuffed them into his pocket. He waited for (Y/n) to get her bag and her coffee before they followed Amanda and Olivia towards the doors.

(Y/n) felt all the energy dwindle down to her toes when she flopped into Nick's car. She shrank down in the seat and closed her eyes, draining her coffee cup before Nick even pulled out the car park.

"Can't you just take me home?" She reached her hand out and rested it on Nick's knee. Grinning to herself when she felt him tense beneath her touch and she heard the deep breath he sucked in.

He wanted to. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her home after the amount of overtime they had both put in these past two weeks to get prepped for trial. They had barely seen much of each other and had to make do with fleeting moments of passing while they juggled their workloads and making sure they were home for Sophia.

Nick couldn't wait for this trial to be over. As soon as the verdict came in, he would be having a week off and his hours would reduce significantly so he could finally see his wife at home. Instead of working together on prepping a witness or having lunch together before someone had to leave for work.

"Don't tempt me." He leaned his elbow against the window and glanced his eyes across to his wife before he looked back at the road.

"That's all I have to do to tempt you?"

She dared to trail her fingertips just a little higher over Nick's thigh, wanting to see what kind of reaction she would get and he didn't disappoint. His hand jerked down from the wheel to grab her wrist when she reached the top of his thigh and tried to move higher.

His leg twitched beneath her touch and he growled low as he placed her hand down on her own thigh.

"If I have to pull over, you can explain why we're late." He let go of her wrist and swatted his hand down on her inner thigh as a warning. Nick wouldn't be the one to explain to Olivia why they were late picking their witness up if he had to pull over to take care of some personal business.

Reaching round, (Y/n) lifted his hand to her lips and kissed the back of his hand before she let him hold the wheel again.

A smile stayed dancing across her lips and she tilted her head to the side to look over at him. If he wasn't her husband she would have been ashamed for staring. Her eyes raked up and down his frame, watching the way the collar of his overcoat tickled the side of his neck, the way his hands tightened around the steering wheel and how his arms strained against the black overcoat he wore.

They were both glad when they pulled up outside Vanessa's house. The sooner they got this shift over and done with, the better.

Nick glanced in the rear-view mirror and nodded to himself when he recognised Olivia's car behind him. They had followed them down here to make sure Vanessa was okay. Their next victim only lived round the next block so they could get her next and all make their way to court together.

When they got out the car, Nick let his eyes dance up and down his wife's frame and his lips quirked into a sideways smile while he motioned for (Y/n) to walk in front of him. He followed her up the path with his hands dug deep in his pockets and his eyes unable to look away from (Y/n)'s arse.

"Vanessa? It's detective Amaro." (Y/n) rapped her knuckles on the door and took a step back, letting her shoulder bump with Nick as they waited patiently on the doorstep.

(Y/n) didn't like doing this. After trying to pick up a witness once and finding them half dead in the bathtub, (Y/n) always got anxious escorting victims. She couldn't shake the feeling that she would find their victim dead on the floor or find them in some kind of hostage situation. The worries never ceased and the anxiety always multiplied.

She let out a sigh of relief when the door unlocked and Vanessa walked out. Her raven black hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a plain pink dress with a pale cardigan. Sweet and elegant. Barba told all the witnesses to dress smart for court. The last thing they wanted was the jury making assumptions and judgements based on how the victims were dressed.

"Are you ready?" A tender smile lit up Nick's face and he motioned towards the car as Vanessa locked the door and tried to calm her raging nerves that could be seen from a mile away.

"Am I being called first?"

"Yeah, and as soon as you're done, we can bring you back home. You don't have to hang around."

"Okay, off we go." Nick pulled his hands out from his pockets and moved an arm behind Vanessa as they all trailed back down the steps towards the path. He wanted today to pass quickly and be over and done with so he could go home and be with his girls.

The sound of tyres skidding on tarmac caught all their attention and their footsteps stopped to look around. It was a secluded neighbourhood, not somewhere near a main road or where cars should be racing past.

No one caught sight of the car before the gunshots started.

"Get down!"

Nick's hand moved to the back of Vanessa's shoulders and he pushed her down to the ground. His knees hit the pavement with a thud and it sent a shockwave through his system. He tried to keep his left arm around Vanessa, needing her to stay as low to the floor as possible so she didn't get hurt. While his other hand moved to find the gun strapped to his waist. He almost didn't pick up his holster this morning.

He heard the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut and figured Amanda and Olivia were getting out to try and aim for the shooter.

Nick couldn't see them. He couldn't see through the windows when the car was still screeching past, not stopping long enough for anyone to get a good shot and he couldn't shoot. There could be people passing by and Nick didn't want to shoot a civilian or aim blindly and hope for the best.

"Fuck!" He dropped his gun to the floor and dragged his fingers through his hair before he looked around.

Amanda was running down the street to try and catch a partial number plate or get a look at the shooter. Olivia was on the radio calling for backup, barely breathing as she leant against her car in a blind panic.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?" He looked down at Vanessa who slowly pushed up from the ground.

She was trembling all over, cocooning her arms to her chest while she fumbled to sit down instead of stay on her knees which were now bruised and aching. Tears drenched down her face as she gasped for breath, but she managed to nod. She hadn't been hurt, she was okay. The shots had missed her.

"Carino, you good?"

"Baby…" The way (Y/n)'s voice trembled made a horrible shiver tear straight down Nick's spine and shoot right to his feet.

He craned his neck to look over his right shoulder. (Y/n) had been two feet behind him, if that. She had been close enough that he could almost feel her hand brushing his and her breaths on the back of his neck. He dropped down. Didn't (Y/n) do the same? Didn't Nick being in front of her give her a little bit of shielding and protection?

Nick couldn't breathe.

All he could do was let his jaw drop down and take an unsteady breath when he looked over at his wife. Her left hand was pressed down harshly on the lower side of her chest but Nick could see the blood pooling between her fingers and staining her light blue blouse.

He could see her body start to shake which caused her gun to drop from her hand down to the floor by her feet.

When her lower lip started to wobble and tears pooled in her eyes, Nick's heart broke in his chest as he simultaneously moved to his feet. He stumbled over until he was stood in front of her and his hands clamped down on her hips to keep her steady.

"Carino, hey, shh let me see." His right arm curved as tightly as possible around (Y/n)'s waist and he looked down between them when (Y/n) gingerly pulled her trembling hand away from her chest.

She'd been shot in the lower right side of her chest.

A broken sound bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips and her knees caved in the moment she saw the blood.

(Y/n) had never been shot before. She'd been aimed at, held hostage, had a knife held to her throat and had been cut in the leg once. But she had never been shot before, not once during shift or out in public off duty.

The pain was unbearable. It burned like a wildfire in her chest and made each breath feel like she was breathing in smoke that clogged her lungs and stopped her body from working properly.

When Nick pressed her hand back down on the wound to apply pressure, (Y/n)'s knees caved in. Her head fell forward into his shoulder and her knees bashed into his lower legs sending Nick back a few steps. He curved both arms around her waist and held her tighter into his chest as he carefully lowered them both down to their knees on the floor.

Burning sobs foamed past (Y/n)'s lips and soaked into Nick's shoulder as she started to hyperventilate. She had been shot. The pain was overwhelming. Her chest was on fire. Her body was shaking like she was being electrocuted. Why had she been hurt?

"Fuck, fuck! Liv I need a bus!" Nick pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head before he tried to carefully move her around in his arms. He leaned to the side and tilted (Y/n) until her was was tucked into the crook of his neck and her shoulder was jammed into his chest. It allowed him to look down at her wound and try to think.

He needed an ambulance. He needed medical help. The blood was already soaked through the lower half of (Y/n)'s chest. She was going to bleed out before help got to them.

"Carino just stay with me, okay? I've got you. Talk to me, talk to me baby."

"Oh God… baby, it h-hurts… I d-don't-" (Y/n) broke off into a scream that rattled her chest and left her gasping and grunting for air. The more she tried to speak or even breathe, the more the pain intensified and made her lungs burn.

She felt Nick tilt his chest back to let her lean into him and she wanted to cry more when his hands left her sides when all she wanted was his comfort and protection.

His hands started to tremble as he moved them round to his trousers and hastily undid his belt. He wrenched the buckle free and tugged and pulled until the belt snapped free from his trouser loops.

When he looked back down at (Y/n), he slowly pulled her hand away from the wound so he could scrunch up the bottom of her blouse and press it tightly to the wound. It made (Y/n) cry, but Nick couldn't do anything else. He cringed at the guttural moan she made into his neck and tried to focus on wrapping his belt around her chest. He pinned it as tightly as he could until the belt was tight around her chest, holding the scrunched up blouse to the wound in a feeble attempt to stem the bleeding.

"She needs to get to hospital… get in the car. Get in the fucking car!" They couldn't wait any longer.

Nick couldn't sit here with his wife bleeding out in his arms. He couldn't have that or she would die before the paramedics even got here. They needed to take her to the hospital.

"Vanessa go wait with Amanda. Liv start the car." The authority in Nick's voice was alarming and it made (Y/n) quiver in his arms when she felt the way his chest rumbled as he started to shout. "Hold still carino, I've got you."

(Y/n) didn't want to keep her hands near her chest anymore, not when Nick's belt was strapped so tightly she could barely breathe. Her chest was pulsing with each thud of her heartbeat and her skin was vibrating. It took more effort than she realised to try and loop her trembling arms around her husband's neck and her frame trembled horribly against him.

She kept her face tucked into his neck while his arms looped beneath her knees and around her back.

Nick took a deep breath before he stood up, easing (Y/n) against his chest as she cried and gasped for breath which was getting harder and harder to do. Why did they have to go and shoot at them? Why did they have to shoot (Y/n)? Why didn't he get the bullet instead?

His lips pressed to the top of (Y/n)'s head and he hurried as fast as he could over to Olivia's car while Amanda backtracked round the corner, out of breath. She could take Vanessa to the courthouse or the hospital, wherever she decided was best. Amanda could take control and call Barba to let him know what happened. Nick needed to get his wife to the hospital and he needed Olivia to drive so he could stay in the back and calm (Y/n) down and look after her.

A simmering cry gurgled into his neck when he eased (Y/n) down in the backseat before he climbed in along with her. He didn't bother with seatbelts, they didn't need the restraint, and safety was already thrown out the window with his wife being shot.

(Y/n) tilted her head back onto Nick's shoulder but she could feel her arms starting to tremble and bash against her chest. It was as if invisible hands had hold of her arms and were violently shaking her back and forth, causing Nick to bash back against the seat.

"Here." Olivia took off her jacket and tossed it behind her before she shifted the car into gear and started driving.

Nick took the jacket and scrunched it up, pressing it down deeply into (Y/n)'s chest until she started to gasp and her head rammed into his shoulder to try and push back into him to get away from the pain.

"Shh, shh baby girl I'm here. Stay with me." His lips pressed to the top of (Y/n)'s head that was starting to burn up and become flushed. And his arms stayed wrapped around her waist with her back leant up against his chest so he could keep the pressure on her wound.

She had both arms trembling against her chest but (Y/n) gained enough control to move one hand down and curl her shaking fingers around Nick's wrist. She held him tight and tried to breathe through the pain that was spreading throughout her chest and burning round to her back.

Words continued to tumble past Nick's lips that were smothered in (Y/n)'s hair and he held her as close as he could until it felt like his own chest was going to cave in from her weight. He needed her close, he needed to stay coiled around her like a blanket to prove to himself that she was still alive and he still had a fighting chance of keeping his wife alive.

They both heard Olivia say they were minutes away from the hospital, but Nick's attention and his eyes darted down to (Y/n) when she started to writhe.

Her head tilted forward but her chest leaned back into Nick and started to jolt up and down in a strange manner. Confusion pooled in Nick's eyes but it morphed into horror when (Y/n) shakily moved his hand higher up her chest and her head tilted back to look up at him. Their gazes interlocked and Nick could see the fright hidden within (Y/n)'s eyes as she started to gasp.

Horrid, choking sounds gurgled past her lips and she wheezed like all the oxygen was being sucked out of the car and she was suffocating.

But when a dribble of blood started to trail down her lips, she cried as best she could in her suffocating state.

More blood welled up in her mouth until she was leaning forward, coughing and spluttering the dark, almost black, substance down her chin and onto her chest that was already soaked from her wound. She couldn't stop. The iron substance coated the back of her throat and made her wince but it was pooling and spluttering up into her mouth faster than she could cough it out.

"Hurry up- Liv she's drowning in blood!"

Nick grabbed (Y/n)'s chin and kept her head tilted forward so she didn't choke, but there was nothing he could do. She was bleeding into her lung and it was suffocating her. The more she bled, the worse she was going to be and Nick knew if the blood started pooling into her other lung, she was going to drown.

"Carino you just stay with me. I need you to stay awake, you hear me?" He pressed his chest into her back and pushed her forward until (Y/n) was almost doubled over. He needed the blood to come out her lung and if she creased over like this she would apply pressure to her wound.

His foot reached out and slammed into the back of the passenger seat when Olivia screeched to a stop outside the emergency room.

She opened the back door and stayed close as Nick shuffled out backwards and pulled (Y/n) along with him until he could scoop her back up in his arms.

He felt (Y/n)'s hand dig uncomfortably into his shoulder while her other hand pressed to her upper chest as she started to gag and croak. She was struggling to get any oxygen. She was drowning. She was going to pass out soon.

"We need help! She's been shot, get a doctor here now!"

When a nurse wheeled a stretcher over to them, Nick carefully laid (Y/n) down and took her hand instead. He held her hand against his chest but bile rose in the back of his throat when he looked down at his clothes. Blood was soaked into his starched white shirt. Blood was covering his hands, lathered over the cuffs of his sleeves and drenched into his overcoat.

"Sir, you need to-"

"No, no I'm her husband. Please!"

Nick continued to run alongside the stretcher the moment the nurse nodded. He could follow into the cubicle, but he would have to stop here when they took (Y/n) for surgery. He followed the stretcher down the corridor and into a cubicle where two more nurses and a doctor flooded into the room.

Nick took a second to shed his overcoat and rip off his tie before he took (Y/n)'s hand again when she flapped her arm out for him, desperate for his touch.

"O2 levels dropping, we need suction."

Reaching forward, Nick grabbed both (Y/n)'s wrists and held them against his chest when she started to struggle. He couldn't have her lashing out in fear and pain, she had to stay still so they could help her.

"It's okay baby, it's okay." His lips smothered the back of her hand and he ran his bloodied fingers up and down her arm to try and keep her still and give some sort of comfort.

He could feel his stomach churning when one of the nurses opened (Y/n)'s mouth and carefully placed a clear tube down her throat. As soon as she turned the machine on, blood spluttered past (Y/n)'s lips and drained through the tube like suctioning water out of a lake.

It helped for a few moments, but Nick knew her lung was just going to full with more and more blood. A vital vein or artery must have been caught for her t be having this much internal bleeding.

She needed surgery. Fast.

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Tears drenched Nick's face but he did his best to wipe them away and try to take deep breaths. His eyes remained focused on his wife and he could feel his lips quirking, desperate to form a smile when she started to move.

His hands rubbed across his face, pulled at his tired eyes and cleaned away the dried and the fresh tears to try and liven himself up.

He hadn't slept.

It had been over nine hours and he hadn't slept, moved, had a drink or found the will to get something to eat. All he managed to do was change out of his bloodied suit and into a pair of joggers and a hoodie that his mother brought down for him. He couldn't sit around in clothes that were drenched in his wife's blood.

Moving around, Nick got up from the uncomfortable blue chair and moved over to sit down on the edge of the bed. He rolled the grey sleeves of the hoodie up to his elbows and moved down to take (Y/n)'s hand in his. He was mindful of the needle taped into her vein and he smoothed his thumb over her knuckles.

"Carino… are you with me?" He stretched his free hand out and carefully brushed his thumb across her lower lip and down to her chin.

He had been waiting for her to wake up over the last hour, but it looked like the anaesthetic was finally wearing off now.

It took a while for her eyes to flutter open and it clearly took effort for her to tilt her head into his hand to lean into the touch. A small croak passed her chapped lips and her throat burned with making any sort of noise. But when her eyes finally focused in on him, Nick could feel more tears flushing down his face.

His lips curved into a breathless grin and he looked down at her hand for a moment to compose himself before he looked back up at her. His thumb moved to swipe across her cheek.

"How do you feel?"

All (Y/n) could do was grumble and squint, rolling her lips together as she couldn't find the ability to speak. She could still taste the blood on her tongue and the sensation of it burning up along her throat made her want to be sick.

It felt like her head had been disconnected from the rest of her body and her chest no longer burned, but it ached. A dull, horrid sensation rumbled through her body in waves and her head felt full of air from the pain relief they had launched her on.

(Y/n) managed to flop her other hand near her chest but Nick grabbed her hand before she had the chance to touch her chest. He knew what it looked like beneath the gown she wore. He knew she had a tight roll of bandage around her chest. He knew there was a row of stitches between her ribs where they cut into her chest to repair the burst artery and remove the bullet. And he knew it was going to hurt for weeks yet.

"Don't touch it carino, you've had major surgery… they took out the bullet and had to fix an artery in your lung, it's gonna hurt for a while. But you're gonna be fine now, and in a few days, me and Sophia can take you home and look after you."

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes and she curled her fingers around Nick's hand, pulling with the little effort she had until he got the hint and leaned forward.

He buried his face into her neck and leaned his chest down on the edge of the mattress beside her. His lips attached to her skin and he pressed small, open-mouthed kisses up and down her neck as she leaned her cheek onto his head.

"Y…you are home." Her voice came out tepid and croaky and it burned both her throat and her lungs to speak. But she knew Nick heard her when he let go of her hand to curve his arm around her lower waist and pin himself into her side.

Anywhere he was, that was (Y/n)'s home.

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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A Rose Under the Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Domestic violence mentions, hints at child abuse, child abuse mentions violence, phantom pains

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Again, none of this is beta read. We die like the younglings Anakin snuffed in the Jedi Temple

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @bad4amficideas

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Chapter 3:

The Victims

You sighed, checking the little egg timer in your apron pocket to see how long until the scones you were baking had left in the oven. Fifteen minutes. Ugh.

It had been a few days since Steven had come in and purchased his pillar of books. The two of you would make small talk, him thumbing through books and rambling about a subject on ancient Egypt that he knew. The moment you brought up your own obscure facts you have memorized from the things your father would read to you as a little girl, Steven’s eyes lit up and he got the biggest grin on his face, and launched himself headlong into info-dump mode. It was kinda cute, really, how excitable he got. You could tell the poor guy probably didn’t have many friends, aside from his brothers, whom he’d told you about, and a friend named Layla. You also found it endearing how his messy, bed-raggled curls would flop over his face, or how animated he’d seem when he would interrupt himself to bring up another fun fact…

But, it had been a day or two since he’d come in last. And to be honest, you kinda miss the guy. He was probably the nicest most engaging customer you had. He even admitted that he didn’t come in just for the books. He told you he liked your teas and treats, and he loved the comfortable atmosphere of your shop over a crowded cafe. But one day, he just had to ask:

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” He started, looking at the muffin in his hand.

“Hm?” You hummed as you stocked shelves.

“Are these… vegan?” He seemed hesitant to touch the muffine now, as if it were poisoned.

You giggle softly. “Yes, actually. I try to use recipes that everyone can enjoy. Vegan, gluten-free…”

“Oh! Wonderful!” He scarfed the muffin down rather quickly after that, his nose buried in the textbook on archaeology he had in his hands.

You set your phone down as you sipped your spiced tea. It was a rather cold and gloomy day today, not uncommon this late in the year, but still, it sucked. It reminded you of where you grew up in Maine, off the coast. Storms blew in all the time, you’d remember as a little girl getting up in the morning, wanting to run outside and play, just to be met with a dark and angry sky, blistering winds, and pelting rain.

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Your poor little six-year-old heart was crushed one day when a particularly bad squall blew into town, and you were trapped within the confines of your house, arms crossed, feet firmly planted as you glared out the window, lip wobbling.

How dare the weather ruin your plans for the day? You were going to play in your treehouse! Now the stupid wind was gonna blow it away! And if it did, your father would have to build another one, and that would take forever!

“Hey, there, Lil’ Bit.” Your dad said, kneeling behind you, as you stubbornly looked out the window in a seething rage. So, so angry for a little girl. You inherited your temper from your mother, surely. Though you personally never saw her mad, of course. Ever. But then again, she worked so much…

Your mom was what your dad told you was a “breadwinner”, which was a term you found dumb. You mom never entered contests and she certainly never won bread as a prize. It was so dumb! Why did adults have to use such dumb words for things?

“Hey, kiddo.” Your dad sang, leaning forward from where he was crouched to put his chin on your tiny shoulder.

“No, daddy, ‘m angy.” You mumbled, trying to shrug him off as lightning flashed in the distance.

He chuckled, his voice warm, much like your favorite pair of fuzzy socks after they were just taken out of the dryer. “Come on, princess. It’ll pass. They always do.”

“But why did it have t’ do it today!” You whined, not budging.

“Dunno, kid. The sky just felt like dumping buckets, I guess.” He said, humoring you.

“Daddy...” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Clouds don’t use buckets!”

“Sure they do!” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you. “You just never see em!”

“You’re silly.” You scoff.

“You’re silly!” Your dad laughed, scooping you up and spinning you around, finally getting a smile out of you as you shriek in laughter.

He tucked you against his chest and kissed you on your forehead. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you some sna–”

His eyes went wide and he gasped when you writhed, crying out and wincing like you’d just been struck.

“Babygirl, what’s wrong?” He asked, hurriedly sitting you on the couch as you curled in on yourself. He could see the welts start to peek out from beneath the sleeves of your little pink shirt.

It was happening again.

The pain in his heart gripped him like ice, knowing he couldn’t do anything to ease the pain his daughter was feeling. His poor, poor baby girl, whose soulmate was constantly being inflicted with whatever horrors they faced with.

He would curse it, sometimes. Your mark. Your bond. You were already enduring abuse that wasn’t directed at you. Or maybe it was in a way… Given that it was happening to your other half. Who you would one day meet. Maybe things will be better, when you had. Maybe.

But one thing was for sure, he hated whomever was inflicting those injuries on your soulmate more. Not only were they hurting your soulmate, they were hurting you. He’d imagined that you were close in age. If so, who the hell would abuse a child in such a way? The concept was completely foreign to him.

He rubbed your back, murmuring sweet and loving things to you.

He noticed something odd about your mark about a few years ago, right when the welts and bruises started to show and you would recoil in phantom pain... There was a new addition to your mark. At first it was one crescent moon. But then one became two, and two became three.

Right now, the bottom right moon was full.

He wasn’t sure what it meant… But he noticed your crying slow to soft little hiccups and sniffles as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

He rested his forehead against yours. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I jus’ wanna know why it hurts so much, daddy.” You sniffle.

“Trust me, I know. Me and your mom are similar. I remember when we were kids, before we met… She fell from a tree and broke her leg. Man, it hurt so bad…”

You looked up at him, your big beautiful eyes glistened with tears. Your mother’s eyes. Little gems of hers that you would always have.

“Really?” You peeped.

“Really.” He stood and walked over to the bookshelf above the living room fireplace, and plucked a book off of it. He turned back to you and sat next to you, pulling you into his lap and kissing the top of your head.

“This book came from your great auntie over in London. You remember her, yeah?” He hummed.

Your fingers grazed the cover, old and worn, obviously well-read and well-loved. It had a picture of a woman with wings and a pretty dress on it. You couldn’t read the other words on it just yet, you were still learning how to read the bigger ones.

“Want me to read you some of the stories in it?” He inquired.

“Uh-huh.” You nod.

Your father flipped the pages open, and hummed again, softer.

“Now, let’s start with the tale of Isis and the Seven Scorpions…”

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You jumped, almost dropping the egg timer you had in your hand when your shop’s door dinged and swung open. A frantic young woman rushed inside, her sunken and baggy eyes looking at you, wide with fright.

You skipped the usual welcome and regarded her with a confused expression.

“I… Can I help you–”

“Please, I just need to–to hide!” She said, rushing over to you and gripping your hand, pulling you behind her and further into the winding shelves that made up your bookstore.

“Hey, Hey.” You say, putting your hands on her shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“My–my boyfriend. He… He’s… I messed up and burned lunch and…” She looked to the side trying to check if he somehow didn’t materialize out of thin air over her shoulder when she wasn’t looking; and when she did… you saw them.

The already darkening bruises on her delicate throat.

Immediately you went into protector mode. You gently urge her towards the door leading to the stairwell that went up to your flat above.

“You hide up there, and call 999, okay?” You say to her. “You can stay here until the police arrive. If it makes you feel safer, there’s a deadbolt to the door up there. If your boyfriend comes in I’ll act like I didn’t see anything.”

You rush to the oven when you hear the timer go off, and pull out the scones (after slipping on your mitts), when the bell to your store dings.

You curse under your breath and say to the girl quietly. “Stay quiet, honey. I’ll be up when the police get here.”

You carefully slip the tasty treats onto a plastic tray and toss the pan into the sink with a clang; instantly regretting it when the young woman flinched and curled into herself, her arms instinctively reaching to cover her head.

You muttered and apology and balanced the pan on your hand as you hastily make your way down the stairs, to see whomever was incessantly dinging your “ring me!” button at the register.

When you finally break free of the labyrinthine bookshelves, you spot a rather large and angry looking man.

This had to be the boyfriend.

“Hello, one moment, please.” You say tersely, sliding the scones into the small display case showcasing the fresh treats of the day.

“Oi, you seen somebody come in here?” He demanded gruffly.

You take another visual sweep of his appearance. Rather big build, probably abuses the gym too much. He looks like he exclusively dines on protein shakes more than food… He could be trouble, if he got violent. The only upside is that you knew the layout of your little shop by heart, he didn’t. You really wished you had a gun under the counter, right about now.

You made a mental note to sign up for the courses and get the certificate from the police..

“Other than you, no, you’d be my first customer of the day.” You force the cheer into your tone as you bring a box of books and begin to half-assedly place them, hoping to look normal.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ customer.” He growled. “Don’ want no books.”

“Well, I also offer a variety of coffees, teas, and snacks–”

“I ain’t no fuckin’ customer!” He barked, getting in your face.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath. That explains the slurred speech.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask that you please back away, you’re a little too close…” You say, your hands up in a submissive gesture, hoping to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"Does it look like I giv' a fuck? Ya fuckin' muppet?" He hissed at you, his eyes dilated and glassy.

"Look, I don't want to cause trouble, but–"

He seized your arm and gripped it painfully tight, you could feel the crunch of your radiocarpal joint being squeezed under his rough and indelicate fingers. "Did ya hear me, ya fuckin' cunt? I'm lookin' for my girl, I know she came in here! Don't lie t' me!"

"Sir, people come into my store all the time, and it's not really my business why unless they buy a book or a muffin. Let me go!" You retort, trying to pry his fingers from around you with your free hand.

"Shut th' fuck up!" He snarled, pushing you back against the bookshelf so hard the back of your head cracked on one of the shelves. Great, another pain.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" An unmistakably American accent called from the door of your shop.

How had you missed the bell? How did you not notice the sound of the door opening?

The drunken man holding you turned, still gripping you. "Great, another fuckin' yank? Can't you fucks stick to ya own country?"

You felt your pulse quicken, and your eyes widened at the man who stood in the door; dark, honey-tinted eyes aflame with anger. But the man the eyes belonged to?

Dead ringer for Steven. But he carried himself entirely differently, he even had his hair styled back in a different way. He wore a white hoodie, faded blue jeans, and some steel-toe boots.

"None o' ya fuckin' busniess, you dick." The man sneered, looking back down at you.

"It is if you're hurting the lady." He said gruffly.

"Oi, you got a listening problem?"

The man turned again, but he was met with the knuckles of the American man who just came to your aid; straight to his jaw, knocking him back against a cart you had full of discount books, sending them to the floor with a clatter.

The man cracked his knuckles, before gently grabbing you by the shoulder and moving you behind him for cover.

At this distance you could just barely catch a whiff of sandalwood and some kind of spice. A hint of aftershave wafted into your senses in accompany.

"You fuckin' dick!" The man grunted, shaking his head in an attempt to reorient his brain.

"You need a better repertoire of insults, buddy. Or stop hitting the sauce." The other man sneered. "Probably both."

The drunk lunged at him, and this guy was one step ahead, intercepting him by grabbing his wrists.

The crunch of bone was enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, and when you dared to peek again, the drunk was clutching at his now bleeding and broken nose. Your savior on the other hand?

Barely broke a sweat. He headbutted him with the hardest part of his head, crunching bone and cartilage.

"Stay down, asshole." He growled. You spun on your heels to look at the door when two clothed officers came in, hands on their pepper spray.

"Everybody just calm down!" One of them shouted.

Ugh. Now you had a headache…

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By the time the officers, the battered girl, and her boyfriend all left, it was just you and your knight in shining hoodie. Who looked way too much like Steven.

You sat him down at one of the reading nooks and shakily wring your hands out to calm down. "Uh… Yeah, so…" You try.

"My name's Marc. Marc Spector." He said. "You, uh… met my brother, already. Steven."

You gasp. "The heathen!"

He choked out a startled laugh. "What?"

"Oh! Uhhhhhh…" You clear your throat awkwardly trying to change the subject. "You and Steven have different last names!"

Marc huffed through his nose. "It's uh… a long story."

"What, were you guys separated at birth or something? He speaks with a typical Londoner accent, you're full-blown American." You smile.

"Or something." Marc murmured, unable to meet your eyes.

"God, and Steven and I joked about my life being a setup for a book." You giggle softly. "You guys sound like you're straight out of a Dickens novel!"

Marc kind of squirmed in his seat. "Yeah…"

"So, uh… what brings you here today? From what Steven told me, you don't exactly pick up books all the time like he does." You say to him, tilting his head.

Marc wiped at his face with a groan, "Ugh. Don't get me started on Steven's books! He has too goddamn many–"

"Ah!" You say, flicking a stray curl. You weren't sure why your brain told you that was okay to do. It just felt right. The look he gave you afterwards sent your heart leaping into your throat.

Raw confusion, maybe some surprise?

"Uh… No talking like that is allowed in my store, there, pal…" You stammer out. "So… why are you here?"

"Steven said you had coffee. Didn't feel like dealing with a lot of people today." He kind of mumbled.

"Oh, I get that." You sighed softly in sympathy. Already, Marc struck you as the kinda guy who didn't like dealing with people unless he had to.

And honestly, you kinda felt for the guy. Something about him made your heart twinge in a funny little way.

"Tell you what, as a thanks for helping take care of that asshat, coffee is on the house, and I'll even give you a cup of my personal blend instead of the stuff on the menu."

"Uh, you don't have to–"

"Ah!" You say, wagging a finger at him as you walk away. "None of that in my store!"

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You sat and talked for a while. Hours, really. Whereas Steven loved to babble about things he knew, and was rather energetic about it, Marc was… reserved. Shy, almost. He was content to let you lead the conversations, piping in here or there on a subject.

He told you some about his time in the Marines, and how something happened to him mentally that got him discharged early. He was vague about what he did after that, but he mentioned moving to London after he and his wife ran into problems.

At first you almost asked a rather impertinent question, "Why did you guys split up?" But decided that was far too rude of a thing to ask. Even if you wondered why he married outside of a soulmate bond. Even if a marriage like that wasn't entirely uncommon…

"I'm sorry." You say softly, sitting across from him, your coffee long finished, the mug cold. "You've been through… a lot..."

"Yeah, you can certainly say that." Marc sighed, turning his mug in his hands for probably the hundredth time.

"So… Thanks again. For y'know. Helping me." You smile.

"No problem, easy enough to deal with a drunk." He shrugged. "And he looked like he was about to hurt you, so I had to do... something."

"Well I'm glad you did that something." You chuckle.

Marc cleared his throat and smiled back, a soft thing on his face, really. But it was nice to see.

He moved to stand, "I should, ah… go. Thanks for the coffee." He reached out to hand you a few notes from his wallet, and you declined, gathering the mugs to go wash them.

"Nope, I already said it was on the house." You tell him.

"But–"

"No buts!" You called out as you vanished into the expanse of bookshelves.

When you came back, you noticed that, stacked neatly on the counter, was a bundle of notes, your egg timer sitting neatly atop it, with a post-it note simply saying:

"Tell me your life story next time. Thanks. -Marc."

Chapter 4: Link

#A Rose Under the Moon #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #soulmate au

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 2 months

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ASOS : Daenerys and her children

On her very first pov chapter of this book Dany refers her dragons as her children. What is more, she recalls maegi's prophecy of being unable to give birth to children and that strengthens her view on her dragons as her kids ( please note that she also refers to them as her children in previous book but since I'm focusing on Asos I won't include those quotes)

They are my children, she told herself, and if the maegi spoke truly, they are the only children I am even like to have

Asos, Daenerys I

She feels lonely because the prophecy makes her believe that House Targaryen will end up with her but she finds solace on her dragons:

House Targaryen will end up with me. That made her sad. " You must me my children" she told her dragons, " my three fierce children. Arstan says that dragons live longer than men, so you will go on after I am dead ".

Asos, Daenerys IV

However on the same chapter we start to see glimpses that the dragons aren't the only ones Dany considers her children. We witness Dany taking responsibility of the people who followed her after the sack of Astapor. That's what a just leader should do but the way Dany talks about her subjects (who are useless in the upcoming battles and will only delay her army, mind you) is so protective of them, and almost has a motherly tone:

The raggled-taggle host of freemen dwarfed her own, but they were more a burden than a benefit. Perhaps one in a hundred had a donkey, a camel, or an ox; most carried weapons looted from some slaver's armory, but only one in ten was strong enough to fight, and none was trained. [...] Yet Dany could not bring herself to abandon them as Ser Jorah and her bloodriders urged. I told them they were free. I cannot tell them now they are not free to join me.

Asos, Daenerys IV

At the end of this chapter, after Yunkai is liberated we have the iconic "Mhysa" scene. And Dany calls her new people, her children.

"They will not hurt me", she told him "They are my children, Jorah".

Asos, Daenerys IV

So, after this chapter the dragons aren't considered her only children anymore. Her people also occupy that place in her heart.

Which is why she's hunted by the image of the dead slave kids, the slavers crucified as a warning to make her not go to Meeren. The slavers knew that Dany is above all a rescuer of the weak and knew that this horrific action would affect her - and it did. Dany can't stop thinking about those poor children and at the same time she wanted to look an every crucify child and memorize them all.

Because to her those children facing this horrible end wasn't just a casualty of the war between her and the slavers. It was more personal, as those slave kids would also become her children once she liberated their city and would be under her protection. So ofc, her fury against of those who hurt them is gonna be huge. It's the fury of a mother or "mhysa" if you prefer it.

When she arrives at Meeren she also makes it clear that she wants a victory without endangering her beloved children ( aka the people who follow her). It's a paradox bc most leaders sacrifice their followers to gain more territories. But for Dany the good of her people is her first priority:

"No" she said. " I will not march my people off to die". My children. "There must be some way into this city"

Asos, Dany V

What angers her the most is that inside Meeren the slavers have luxurious feasts while her people - her children as once again calls them- are hungry. And that's something that she's not gonna let pass.

As she camps outside Meeren some of her people are calling her "Mother" once again and she doesn't dislike the familiarity they show her, on the contrary she enjoys it.

Some of the freedmen called her " Mother," while others begged for boons or favors[...] Many of the freedmen believed there was good fortune in her touch. If it helps give them courage, let them touch me, she thought.

Asos, Daenerys V

Later on, as she performa justice to the slavers but doing to them what they did to the poor slave kids we see her falter. Because Dany has a tender heart and she doesn't enjoy inflicting pain not even to the ones who deserve it. To strengthen her resolve she brings the poor children on her mind and does what she must do to honor their tragic memory.

Dany put the glass aside, frowning. It was just. It was. I did it for the children.

Asos, Daenerys VI

#daenerys targaryen #house targaryen #a post of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #Daenerys meta #a storm of swords #daenerys ASOS

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yo could you write like reader x ice king x magic betty

like i did like the reader being frozen before the mushroom war you did in one of the ice king x reader posts. so they know simon and they use that to help betty to get used to ice king and betty falls in love with over a date all three of them have. so like ice king now has two girlfriends and he’s so happy like doing happy dances flying around giggling making ice sculptures of reader and betty as gifts.

OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! 1: its cute 2: i was trying to figure out what to do with betty in this au 3: ice king deserves two girlfriends!!

as i wrote this it ended up more like.... how it started vs actual dating so feel free to ask for more :3

Ice King and Betty (Adventure Time)

At first, you were all for Betty trying to find a way to reverse the crown's magic. As much as you grew to love the Ice King, there was a nagging part of you that felt... wrong about it. Simon was in there somewhere- he certainly proved he was when he was back long enough to bring Betty into the future.

But Betty just... kept getting worse. Obsessed. Insane. It got the point where she actually ended up hurting him by trying to rewrite the crown, on top of kidnapping poor Gunther. You had to do something.

You caught her in Ice King's "the past" room one night, after Gunther woke you up. She was going through Simon's old things to try and find any clues. She almost ran when you found her, but you convinced her to stay. To hear you out.

"Betty... I know we weren't close back in the day, but you know I cared about Simon too- we were good friends. But..." you felt yourself get choked up. The only person who understood was Marceline, and that wasn't something you felt was appropriate to bring up with her. You didn't know her as well as you did Betty.

"But right now, he isn't here- you're hurting him, Betty," you pleaded, voice cracking. Her angry stare weakened, brows creasing in concern. You crossed your arms, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

"Messing with the crown like that- he was jerking around and his contorting and slamming into walls-! Do you want to do that to Simon?" Her shoulders fell, and her gaze dropped to the picture of them that she was holding. You could see her lip wobble. Slowly, you made your way over to her.

"But there has to be a way to get him back," she whispered like she needed to hear that there was. Almost like a child's wishful thinking. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight. She returned it full force, burying her face into your shoulder with a harsh sob.

"If there is, this isn't the way... And you know that." Your own tears fell. Both of you mourned the man you knew, something you've done a few times since your revelation. You sunk to the ground with her, not hearing little feet plapping away from the door.

"And... Ice King's a good guy," you sniffed after a long cry, voice hoarse. Betty cleared her throat, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked at you skeptically. You smiled weakly in response.

"He really is. He's funny, he's sweet- sure sometimes he has bad days but... he's the nicest guy I've ever been with. I think you'd like him, if... if you'd stop looking at him as just Simon". You held her hands, silently pleading she'd at least agree to leave him alone- to stop experimenting on him.

"... I am?" You both jumped, whipping around to see a bed-raggled Ice King holding a sleepy penguin. He was looking at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised to hear such nice words from you. You sighed, getting up and helping Betty stand. You nodded toward him, and then he smirked.

"Well, I mean... duh! You'd never date anyone as rad as me! Plus, being with a king as his perks, huh, baby?" he winked. He shooed Gunther off to bed as you shook your head. You heard Betty sniff, and your smile fell.

"Hey, what's the weird lady d-?" "Uh.... Ice King, sweetie, could... you do me a big favor? I know you're tired but... I'd appreciate it." At your pet name, he visibly perked up. You felt a little bad knowing that he'd do anything you asked if you asked it like that, but you needed him right now. Of course, he said yeah.

"Could you make that little platform and take us flying? I can't sleep and... neither can Betty." You squeezed her hand. Ice King was delighted that you wanted him to do something like that- he was always happy to be useful. He motioned for you to follow him to the exit, where he made the platform for you to get on. Betty opted to fly next to you both instead.

"I know just the place, baby and lady! Stars get REAL pretty around here this time'a year!" He flew you away from the Ice Kingdom and past Finn and Jake's treehouse. Up to another mountain range nearby where the tip pierced the clouds. He was right- the stars were beautiful.

He kept the ice platform floating in mid air, sitting next to you. Betty hesitated, but at the nod of your head she plopped herself on Ice King's other side. You leaned against him, and he was surprised when Betty did the same. Ice King didn't even flinch at the extra attention, more than happy to just have people with him.

As you three watched the stars, you heard Betty crying softly again. You both looked over, but she was staring straight ahead.

"I think I'm willing to try... to get to know him," was all she could get out without fully breaking into sobs. Ice King hesitated, before putting his hand on her upper back. You reached across his lap to grab her hand.

"That's all I'm asking, Betty." Ice King blinked, confused, before putting two and two together. A grin crossed his face.

"Hey, and I'm a great guy to know- especially if you're bored! Watch THIS!" He snapped his fingers, zapping small statues into the ice in front of you. A tiny you and a tiny Betty in the style of music box ballerinas. They held hands, skating together across a small section of the platform. You saw Betty smile.

"Yeah... maybe you are."

#adventure time #ice king #betty grof #ice king x reader #ice king x reader x betty grof #Doe the Human

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