#really trying to figure out what kinda face shape i want and fiddling w the nose a lot to make sure he looks different enough to Sora

[bluest-planet]

Some Vens! Trying to get a hold on drawing him n his face and his weird hair :3c along w some rough outfit sketches. A few more under the cut!

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh ventus #kh fanart #kh bbs #birth by sleep #planet paintings #really trying to figure out what kinda face shape i want and fiddling w the nose a lot to make sure he looks different enough to Sora #not sure of im sold on any of these fits tho...m top left might be a casual look tho i love the arm warmers

[michibikionmain]

Five Feet Apart

As much as I love Technoblade and Connor, they REALLY could not read the scene that was happening between Tommy and Tubbo and lowkey ruined it for me, so I’m rewriting it a bit to be more... emotional. Y’know, with less weird interruptions and what not. Might post on Ao3 but just figured I’d share here.

Spoilers for Dream SMP Exile arc and Tommy/Techno’s most recent plot streams from 12/27/2020

Slight trigger warning for mentions of suicide, panic attacks, and the other themes that have been occuring in this mess of an arc. Not sure what parts exactly could be/are triggering so I’m just gonna say the content level is about the same as the topics of Tommy’s exile arc. If anything from that storyline makes you uncomfy, this is not the story for you.

Tommy really should’ve been expecting this since the first time he and Technoblade snuck into L’manburg. He’d pointed out something along the lines of it to him, sharing fears of getting caught by any citizens of the nation he’d once helped established. Somehow, his mind never explored the possibility of this particular citizen finding him.

Quite Possibly the worst citizen that could’ve found him really.

Hearing the quiet, ever-familiar voice call out his name, like a whisper of a ghost more than a person, Tommy froze in place, causing the piglin man and their hostage to stop and look behind at him.

“What is it? C’mon Tommy, we’re runnin’ outta potions, we gotta keep movin’ if we wanna make it outta Manburg--” Technoblade began, used to the usually inattentive nature of his new companion. He’d prepared to chastise him for moving slowly or trying to start another ridiculous plan in the middle of their latest struggle, sighing as he adjusted his cape. Just like Tommy, however, he seemed to have not anticipated seeing the short, blonde man who stared at them with wide eyes.

Tubbo.

Once Tommy’s best friend, now turned president of L’manburg, Tubbo had hardly changed since Tommy had last seen him and even less since Techno had seen him as they attempted to execute him, but there was a more solemn energy about him. His shoulders were more stiff, his eyes a bit darker. The once bright and cheerful child had lost some of his sweet spark, looking torn between relief and disbelief as he stared at the two men who’d been banned from his country trying to sneak out a hostage.

“T-Tommy? I-is it really you? Surely not... s-surely... surely not. You’ve got to be like Ghostbur, aren’t you?” He stammered out quietly, tears threatening to spill out of the corner of his eyes as he clenched his fists. The president’s breathing started becoming uneven as he sniffled, staring at what... what had to be the ghost of his closest friend. He’d seen the tower himself, after all. And the shape of Logstedshire... Tommy couldn’t have survived whatever had happened there, and while a small part of him clung to the naïve and childish hope that his best friend was still alive somehow, even if he was working with the man Tubbo hated and feared more than anyone else on the server.

Tommy stared back, but instead of relief, there was a sense of betrayal, exhaustion, hurt... anger. A small bit of the colorful teen was happy to see that Tubbo was doing well, not that Tommy expected anything bad to have happened to him. Maybe that would’ve made it easier to swallow the fact that he hadn’t visited Tommy at all. He could chalk it up to injury, or sickness, but he was just... Tubbo. His Tubbo, no, not his anymore. He squeezed the compass in his pocket tightly, biting his lip as he stared forward with unfocused eyes. “Like hell I’mma ghostbur bitch,” He managed to mutter out through gritted teeth, “I’m real. TommyInnit, the biggest man on the planet. Could a ghost have muscles as big and real as mine?” Tommy comfortably slipped into his overconfident persona, determined not to show how scared and upset he was now, though Technoblade could still see how his hands shaked at his side.

“N-no, but... Tommy you... Dream said you were, when I visited you were-” Tubbo began to ramble off as he rushed forwards, the pure joy and relief of knowing Tommy, his Tommy, was still alive overtaking his previous anger and panic as he went to try and pull the man into a hug.

“You didn’t visit me. Not once,” Tommy said quietly and curtly, as he stepped out of the way of the attempted hug, “Dream was-- You never came. I waited for you, Tubbo, I stared at the stupid fuckin’ compass that you didn’t even keep for hours hopin’ you’d come, but you... you fucking left me. You fucking exiled me and left,” He began to rattle on, something about seeing Tubbo so glad to see him leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Tommy squeezed the compass tighter, trying to keep tears out of his own eyes now.

“B-but I did! I did visit! But I wasn’t invited to the party, I thought.. I thought you were mad at me, Dream made it sound like you were so I- I-i waited until I couldn’t! And when I got there you... Tommy, it looked like you DIED!” Tubbo began to sob back, allowing the tears to flow out of his eyes. What was Tommy talking about? Was he still mad at Tubbo? Tubbo would apologize a hundred times over if it would make his friend less angry, anything to bring him back. “W-we had a funeral planned and everything! The craters, the pillar... I thought you’d... done you-know-what!” He continues to sob out his frustrations.

“But you were invited! Ghostbur invited you personally! Every bitch on this fucking server was invited! But no one showed up! You left me because you don’t really care about me, do you? You even threw away the compass-- Oh? Didya think I didn’t hear about that? How you fuckin’ burned it?” Tommy snapped back, pulling out his own compass and holding it out with a death grip as if to emphasize his point.

“I-I didn’t... Tommy, please I didn’t-” With clumsy, shaking hands Tubbo pulled his own pocket, though the glass was heavily cracked and pieces of metal were dented, “I-it was an accident-- A-a creeper came and-”

Technoblade stood silently, watching the pair stare at each other and cry. They needed to be at the meeting place by now for their hostage exchange, in order to get Techno’s tools back, but the thought of interrupting the two friends in a moment like that made the constant anxiety bubbling under his skin only get worse, the voices in his head shouting all sorts of things as he cleared his throat and looked back at the hostage, who seemed to be sharing in his anxiety in this situation. The piglin cleared his throat, perhaps a bit to loudly than the moment called for as both of previously distracted boys turn to look at him.

“Uh... are we completing this hostage trade or not?” He says uncomfortably, shifting on his feet as Tubbo sniffled, wiping his face with his sleeves while Tommy kept his eyes fixed on the president. “Your emotional baggage is cool and all but y’know... we got things to do today Tommy... we’re kinda wanted, y’know-” Techno pointed out as he fiddled with the end of the lead attached to their hostage, who nodded.

“Uh, yeah! Please, I’d really like to be let go! I don’t wanna be here anymore, man! I don’t even live in this country...” Connor, the hostage, expressed with a sense of panic. Their words seemed to snap Tommy out of his anger for a minute, as he pushed Tubbo further away and walked to stand by Technoblade. 

With a sigh, he shoved the compass back into his pocket and wiped his face, not bearing to look at the president anymore as he took the lead from Techno. “Yeah, whatever bitch. Let’s get your fuckin’ show on the road...” Tommy muttered defeatedly. He felt Tubbo’s eyes burning into his skull, clearly more words to be said, but one thing was clear.

They had jobs to do now, living in two different worlds. What remained of their friendship was gone for now as they got to work.

Tommy and Tubbo, the once clingy duo, now stood five feet apart as they used empty words to discuss the terms of the trade.

#dream smp #dream smp fanfiction #tommyinnit and tubbo #tommyinnit #technoblade #clingyblr #clingy bois #clingy duo #first time posting fanfic on this hellsite lets goo #fanfiction #tommyinnit fanfic #tubbo fanfic #clingy fanfic

[buck-nialled]

Confidential - P. Parker Imagine

NOTE: hey everybody...so...this is new. I have not written anything about tom holland nor peter parker until now but this concept came to mind today and I just had to get it out on paper--or, in this case, tumblr. this was actually supposed to be a surprise for when i reach 1k followers (which has already happened btw, big thank you to everybody for that) but im trying to complete all of the requests left in my inbox before i continue on with the celebration!!! I’m not sure if a lot of my followers are fans of tom holland and I dont’t know much about him outside of the Marvel movies he has starred in, therefore, i will only be writing for Peter Parker as of now. anwyas, let me know if you’d like to see more of these and maybe i’ll write some :) thanks!

You give the wooden door three solid knocks before beginning to rethink your entire walk over to Peter’s complex. It was not the fact that you were wearing a white top and are nearly drenched all over from the downpour occurring outside, but the thought of inconveniencing Peter or his aunt was something you always tried being conscious of. Especially when you and the boy took your friendship to a new level of intimacy was where you let him initiate each date or meeting. He made it clear from the start that the internship lined up for him by Tony Stark was a top priority of his, and that his schedule would always be fluctuating due to his constant reliability in the program. One of Peter’s larger qualms, in the beginning, was that there would never be enough time for the two of you to spend together and would result in a hideous split. Still, he finds himself astonished after each raincheck or “maybe later” in a less than affirming tone that you are still supportive of his decisions.

But the way Peter evoked his undying love for Tony Stark’s excellence and his loyalty to his internship made the situation appear much worse than it was. You were always more attentive to Peter now, considering what a large sum of your heart he had taken, and realized he was not MIA as often as you would have expected. Which is not to sound like a complaint, just simple curiosity. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open in front of you, revealing Peter’s aunt.

“Hello, Mrs. Parker.” You unhook one of your arms from the other remaining over your chest and offer a small wave.

“Honey,” She sighs, “I’ve told you a million times to call me May.” It was a playful whine, but still, one that rang in your head as a reminder.

“Right. Sorry, May.” You correct yourself, lacing your arms back together over your damp torso. This movement caught the woman’s eyes immediately as they finally drank in your soaked frame and dripping hair.

“Oh, Y/N! You must be freezing. Let me go get a towel.” Mrs. Parker declares, swinging the door wider for you to enter. The air conditioning nearly brought you to the floor with its hard bite, and you felt goosebumps rise on every inch of your skin. You managed to squeak out through chattering teeth that it was not necessary.

“I was wondering if Peter was here. I left my jacket the other day and was wondering if he might have put it somewhere.” May hummed, eyes flicking back and forth in thought through the round-lens glasses.

“I think he went over to Ned’s today,” she wandered into the petite kitchen nearby and the rattling of a fridge door caught your ears, “something about building a Lego death ship…” She murmurs, eliciting a chuckle from you. The conversation you witnessed the two boys sharing comes to mind, and while it sounded enticing in the way Ned’s voice grew higher in his explanation, all you could find yourself focusing on was Peter’s bulging eyes and giddy smile.

“You’re welcome to go check for yourself if you want.” May offers her voice echoing about the apartment walls. A protest almost fell off your lips but was halted by another cool breeze of air conditioning rattling your body and cueing your lip to tremble.

“Thanks,” is all you can manage to murmur out before pacing towards Peter’s bedroom. Stepping into the quiet room should not have made you as nervous as it did. It was not even your first time witnessing the semi-neat vicinity. What was unfamiliar, was the lack of your boyfriend’s presence with you in the room.  Nevertheless, your desperation shuffled you about the floor to scope any item which could somewhat resemble your forgotten jacket. Unfortunately for you, Peter’s room was not in the tidiest shape it could be, which resulted in you snooping for quite some time. When finally coming up fruitless, the air around you remained nippy and relentless and finally, led you to Peter’s wardrobe.

Snagging one of his jackets for a day or two would not be the worst thing in the world, you justified. In fact, anything he owned that would keep you fairly dry for an extra couple of blocks would double in their efforts of keeping you warmer, unlike your jacket. Amidst dragging different graphic tee shirts and sweaters on their hangers, you pause and marveled an odd piece of fabric. It was a mismatched blue and red sweatsuit with a hood that could not have been sewn more horrendously. You pinched it in between your fingers and raised your brows at how soft it was. Removing it from the closet for further inspection, you cringed at the poorly illustrated spider drawn in black marker on the chest, before realization dawned on you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

After spinning on your feet, you freeze at the sight of Peter in his bedroom doorway. Clutching the fabric tighter in your grip, you struggle to find words for a few seconds.

“I-I uh…found this?” And when you finally did say something, all you could give after was a string of chuckles. “So…big Spider-Man fan, huh?” He gulps and reaches a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, eyeing the poorly constructed suit with fearful eyes.

“That-that…w-w-where did you find that?” He lifts a finger slightly, eyes never moving from the cloth secured in your hand. You ignored his question and took a few steps closer to him with an assured smile.

“Peter it’s okay. I think it’s kinda cute that you have a little suit of your own.”

“Huh? No, Y/N, you don’t understand—”

“I mean, you could have made the fabric a bit more breathable, but other than that—”

“Y/N, it’s not like that—” He was having a difficult time battling the consequences out inside of his head. Would it be worth telling you? Should he just nod along and let you make silly assumptions as you please? Before he could try to give any logical—and less humiliating—the reasoning for the costume, a gasp leaves you.

“This is that cosplay stuff you and Ned were talking about one day!”

“What? No, I don’t even—”

“Peter, it’s fine! I mean, I dressed up as Black Widow for Halloween one year. Granted, I was eleven but—”

“There’s something you should know about m—” he keeps trying, but this finding just has you rattling off sentences you weren’t even sure were true. All Peter could do was sit back and observe your facial expressions, which, by this point, were not too revolted, or pale.

“You know, it’s weird. I’ve never heard you mention Spider-Man before…I mean, I guess it makes sense, though. With the whole Tony Stark thing, you must meet people like him all the time.” Seating yourself on his mattress, Peter observed your longing expression. All you were was curious, and who could blame you? This internship was something that never left Peter’s mind (with exception to when you cross it). He knows you would never ask for intel after making it clear multiple times that sharing about his adventures with Tony Stark was forbidden. “So, have you met him?”

“Spider-Man?” You nod. “Yeah, we’ve met a couple of times?” Peter shrugs. He hears a sharp intake in your breath, and you scoot further on the edge of the mattress.

“Really? What was it like?” Peter’s lips quirk down, and his eyes begin flicking around the room for something to inspire his next fibs. But he is drawn back to your disappointed figure when you clear your throat.

“That’s okay. I get you can’t say anything…” you mutter, not daring to meet his gaze and rather, fiddle with the strings of the top to the suit. “Sorry if I got too snoopy.”

“I mean, it isn’t all totally confidential…there are a few stories I can share.” Your head snaps up immediately, and he can see the excitement floating in your eyes. He almost told you right there, just to keep the look on your face a continuous sight.

“Really?” He nods with a soft smile coming to graze his lips. You mimic the curve of his lips, before sparing a glance down to your body, still very much in need of warmth.

“Hey, Peter…” he blinks, “do you think I could try on your suit?” The ask leaves you both with sheepish grins and your boyfriend nodding furiously.

“Absolutely. And then I’ll tell you anything I can after.” Eventually, there would be no second-guessing or double-checking. There will come a day where Peter will tell you the truth about himself, the suit you were currently shimmying into behind his bathroom door, and the one just recently gifted to him by Tony Stark himself that he was smart enough to keep hidden elsewhere. However, he was going to take baby steps to appease you and your curiosities about him, becaise he at least owes you that much. And judging by how long you have stuck by him, he knew, for now, it would be enough.

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[neoangelic]

it would be very nice "if" you could please make a angst fluffy heartwarming with a 8, 36, 39. and like my birthday is tom on the 6th 😳. my bias is Jaehyun and Mark but i would kinda want Jae for this 😔✋. I loved your Johnny as the Royal Guard btw 😭💕

idk if its late but happy birthday!! If its crappy, that’s because it deleted itself after I made edits and also I was like given one day to do this so I hope its good enough. A 2 in 1 special I guess.

BIRTHDAY BREAKUPS || jung jaehyun ft. mark lee

summary: Mark has something to tell you on your birthday. You’ve been dumped, but it’s not as bad as you thought it would be. That’s because Mark Lee is very good at giving presents and Jung Jaehyun finally has the courage to tell you the truth.

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

PAIRING: jaehyun x reader (f) | slight mark x reader

WORDCOUNT: 1,500 words (jesus)

TAGS: boyfriend!mark | ex-boyfriend!mark | breakup | angst | silver linings | sometimes friendship is greater than love | fluff | jaehyun kisses | birthday fic | college ??? au | jaehyun being the stupidest and kindest boy | I don’t remember the tags I put before it deleted itself |

“You’re breaking up with me?” Your voice cracks. Mark nods, bashful. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Happy birthday?”  He gives a weak smile. “You can keep my hoodies…if you want?”

“Mark. Are you joking or not? Pick one.”

Your now ex-boyfriend lets out a long sigh. “I’m moving to another country.”

“Can’t we can try to make it work—I can’t do this on my own.”

A beat.

“I know you love him,” he fiddles with the cuffs of his sleeves. “Jaehyun hyung.”

That’s right. The three of you were best friends and ever since middle school, you’ve been in love with Jung Jaehyun. And Mark knew that. So when Mark confessed the fall of junior year, he told you it was okay that you still loved him. Just to be with you was enough for him. 

“But I care about you too, Mark.”

Mark smiles more confidently. “I know—but you deserve to be with him.”

“He doesn’t even feel the same way.”

“He does.” Mark pulls you into his arms and buries his head in the crook of your neck. “He always has.”

“He does?” You let out a breath.

“Jaehyun hyung gave up on you because he knew I liked you. I didn’t want his ‘sacrifice’ to go to waste, so I just confessed without thinking—I know I shouldn’t have. I stole you from him.”

“No, you didn’t.” You run your fingers through his hair. “I said yes to you because I wanted to. I could’ve said no.”

“You would’ve said no if you knew hyung liked you.”

There is nothing for you to say.

“I was grateful at first. But I realized that I’d be alright without you, but I don’t think that hyung could live without you forever.”

“He’s stupid, isn’t he?”

Mark lets go of you, nose red. “He is,” he laughs but it doesn’t reach his teary eyes.

“Are you crying?”

“This isn’t about me,” Mark turns from your touch, wiping his eyes. “You should go to him.”

“Mark,” it hits you. “When are you leaving?”

He smiles. “I got you a present.” The boy takes out a rectangle-shaped, wrapped gift and hands it to you.

“When are you leaving?”

“My flight leaves in three hours—ow, don’t hit me!”

His expression is unreadable. Mostly because tears are starting to blur your vision. “You’re even stupider than Jaehyun. You break up with me on my birthday, tell me to go to another man, and you’re leaving the country?”

Mark holds you once again, but it’s different than before. Before he held you so carefully like you were porcelain. Now his warmth fully engulfs you and he holds on tight like he’s scared to let you go—he is scared to let you go.

“I love you.”

“Why have you been so nice to me? I feel like I’ve done something horrible. I’ve used you.”

“I love you,” he repeats, calling your name in a weak voice. “Don’t feel bad. You’ve really—you were the best girlfriend I could have ever possibly asked for. Thanks to Jaehyun hyung and thanks to you, you’ve shown me what love can feel like.” Mark wipes your tears and plants a final kiss on your lips before he gets ready to leave. “I couldn’t have asked for more.”

“I love you too, Mark. It may not be as much as Jaehyun, but I did love you.” You smile sadly.

“Next time I fall in love with someone, I’ll make sure to face them head-on with my feelings. I won’t be lukewarm anymore.”

“Will you keep in touch?”

“You’re one of my best friends. Of course.” Mark laughs and it’s enough to make you feel better. “I’m sorry to do this to you on your birthday.”

“It’s okay.”

“I have another present, though—it’ll make you really happy, I swear.” He says. “Do you remember the swings next to our old school?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Your present will be there. Just open up that one first.”

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You clutch the corners of the picture frame Mark gave you. In your hands is a simple, wooden frame. By the time you arrive at the swings, it’s sunset. There is a silhouette basking in the honey light, rocking back and forth.

A voice calls your name the moment leaves crunch beneath your feet.

That voice—“Jaehyun?”

The figure stands up, tall, and turns around to face you. Jaehyun shoves his hands in his coat pockets and gestures you to come over with a nod. “Sit.”

You comply and he does the same, the rusted park swing creaking underneath his weight. The metal seat isn’t cold. You assume he’s been sitting here for quite a while. Jaehyun fishes an envelope out of his pocket and hands it to you.

“What’s this?”

“Mark told me to give it to you.” Jaehyun coughs. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Happy birthday, huh?” You tear open the envelope. “I haven’t seen you in months.”

“What’s in the—” he pauses when he sees the printed photograph you pull out.

You stare at the picture of you and Jaehyun. It was junior year, back when you visited the amusement park on the class trip. The day Mark confessed at the top of the Ferris wheel. The two of you were sporting matching headbands as you were trying to best each other at a shooting game. You were concentrated on your targets, one eye squinted, the other peering over the BB gun. Jaehyun’s eyes glanced over at your hunched figure, a pleasant smile on his face.

“I didn’t know this picture even existed.” You chuckle. Mark Lee. “I was wondering why he gave me just a frame.”

“Let me put it in for you,” Jaehyun takes your presents from your hands and opens the back of the empty picture frame. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Like Mark, you know he’s trying to avoid your eyes. He’s keeping himself busy.

As he places the picture flush against the glass and seals it in shut, you get the courage to ask him about what Mark said. Jaehyun meets your eyes, and instantly—

“Jaehyun.” You start rocking with the balls of your feet, your grip on the swing’s chain turns your knuckles white. “Mark said you loved me.”

Jaehyun breaks eye contact. He sighs and stands up, placing the newly framed photograph on the swing seat. “Did he?”

“Why did you not tell me?”

“You remember our amusement park trip, right?” Jaehyun paces. “We were supposed to sit together on all the rides since we picked each other’s numbers. Buddy system and all.”

“But you said you felt sick, so you didn’t go with me. That was why Mr. Yoon let Mark go with me.”

He shakes his head. “I gave Mark my number. I wasn’t sick. I didn’t even need the bathroom. I actually—really wanted to go with you. You had no idea how happy I was that we got paired up.”

“What are you getting to?”

Jaehyun stops you from swinging, wrapping his hands around yours. You’re forced to look at him.

“I was supposed to confess to you that day. But when you went to the bathroom that one time, Mark told me he decided he was going to college abroad. I’ve been avoiding you since Mark was leaving soon and I didn’t want my feelings to come between you two. And it wasn’t likely we’d ever see him again since graduation was so close. You liked him too, so I let him go instead of—”

“I didn’t like him, though?” And here you thought it was obvious you crushed hard on Jung Jaehyun. Boys. “Where did you get that from?”

“Wait, you didn’t?” He looks as confused as you are. “Then why did I overhear you tell Jinah that you thought he was cute?”

“Of COURSE he’s cute,” you cry out. “He’s adorable—but that didn’t mean I LIKED him! You find him cute too, does that mean you’d date him?”

“No! w—why are you getting so worked up?”

“Because, you idiot, I liked you!”

“Hold on—”

“And I still do! I always have.”

“You—”

“I thought you just hated me! Mark and I were great. He’s a darling, but I really, really couldn’t bring myself to stop loving y—”

Jaehyun’s face is millimeters away. You can feel the warmth of his skin. His eyes strike you, pupils dancing, searching for something. His gaze moves down to your lips before he completely traps you in his presence, his eyelids flutter shut with his long lashes. And he closes the gap.

It’s a sweet kiss, with melting smiles and the taste of strawberry parfait. It’s obvious that you’re both hungry for more as he takes your lips again the second you separate.

“I love you too,” he says, peppering you with pecks. “I’m so sorry.”

“You better be, lover boy.”

“I was stupid for ever doing it before but—” Jaehyun laughs, bringing his hands to cup your cheeks. “I’m never letting you go. Not again.” 

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I feel like I have to apologize for this again. I’m kind of frustrated about it, but I finished at least. Ugh this is the 2nd time writing the tags and extra stuff.

#cznnet #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fic #yoonoh #mark #mark lee angst #mark lee #angst #fluff #this fic has drained me #nct #nct 127 #nct u #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun scenario #ex!mark #birthday #anon #request #req #oneshot #fic

[hystericalrogertaylor]

He Can F*ck Me Better

Pairing: Ben Hardy X Reader

Word count: 2680

Summary: (Y/n) and Ben head out for a date at the bar, not knowing they’d run into an ex of hers. 

Warnings: SMUT! Angry fucking (kinda?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, dirty talk, etc.

A/N: Okay fdklsjflkdsj this is my first attempt at smut and for some reason it seems kind of short? I don’t know. Hope you enjoy! Sorry if it sucks lmao. 

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It started out as a fairly innocent date. You and your boyfriend, Ben, decided that your Friday night would be best spent at the bar down the street from your flat. You wore a tight shirt that accentuated your curves, along with a nice pair of skinny jeans. You admired the form-fitting clothes in the mirror before joining Ben in the living room. After he gave your ass a squeeze (which resulted in you smacking his arm away), you two headed out.

Since no driving was required, you both ordered some beers and sat down at a table at the edge of the room. Loud music was blasting through the room, and something about the atmosphere told you it was going to be an interesting night. Whether that was a good or bad thing, you didn’t know.

“Did I tell you that you look really good tonight?” Ben asked, reaching across the table for your hand.

“So do you.” You took his hand, letting him rub his thumb in circles on your skin.

After about half an hour of talking and recounting stories from earlier in the day, you spotted what would likely make the night interesting. Your ex-boyfriend was dancing in the throng of people, completely alone. And he was staring right at you.

“Oof,” you whispered to Ben. “Elliot’s over there.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Ugh. As long as he doesn’t come over here, we should be fine.”

A few minutes later, Elliot sneakily made his way out of the crowd, pulling up a chair to your table. “Well, hello there, (Y/n).” He grabbed a coaster, messing with it. “How’ve you been?”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Hey, El.” You motioned to Ben. “This is my boyfriend.” You figured getting to the point sooner would make him go away quicker. You were wrong.

“Hi boyfriend, I’m Elliot.” Your ex held out his hand to Ben, putting it down a few seconds later when Ben refused to shake it. “So, (Y/n), how’ve you been?”

“Good.” You took a sip of beer.

“Yeah, I’ve been good too.”

Ben sighed in annoyance. “I don’t think she cares.”

“Ben, at least be civil,” you said, giving him a glare.

“Nah, it’s fine.” Elliot smirked at you. “I’m used to boyfriends feeling challenged by me.”

Elliot was attractive, there was no denying that. He had a great body too; broad shoulders, strong arms, and a jawline like a knife. But anyone would agree, if you stood him next to the blond at the table, he had nothing on Ben.

Ben frowned. “Um, no, I’m not threatened. I’d just like some alone time with my girl.”

Your ex shrugged. “Sharing is caring.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ben snapped.

“I have just as much a right to talk to her as you do.” Elliot tilted his chair back until he was leaning against the wall, hands behind his head. “You’re in public, after all.” You sat there, trying not to go off on both of them.

Ben drummed his fingers against the table. “Can you just bug off already?”

“Nope,” Elliot said, popping the P. He turned to you. “Hey, (Y/n), remember our times here?”

“Shut up,” you said, avoiding his eyes. You prayed to God he wouldn’t mention any specifics.

“Yeah, remember that time we fucked in the broom closet in the back?” He laughed. “That was fun. Oh, and remember what we did when we went home? You looked so good on your knees--”

Ben slammed his hand down on the table. “Leave, or I’ll smash your face in.” From the look on his face, you could tell he would.

Elliot laughed. “Will you now?”

“Leave us alone!” Ben shouted. Almost half the dancing crowd looked over at him, he’d been so loud.

Elliot held up his hands in surrender. “Just thought you’d want to know what kind of whore you’re dealing with.”

Ben blinked. “Oh, so now you’re going to insult her too?” He reached over and grabbed Elliot by the collar of his shirt. “You punk, I’m gonna--!”

“Ben!” You gave him a pleading look, not wanting to deal with all this. “Can we please just go home?”

Fuming, Ben shoved Elliot to the side, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. Elliot shouted a few lewd things after you, which caused Ben to squeeze your hand harder.

The walk home was quick and silent. Ben let go of your hand once you were out of the bar, walking ahead of you. The closer you got to your flat, the more angry you got. You were mad at both Ben and Elliot, for very different reasons.

As soon as you slammed the door to your flat, you turned to Ben, hands on your hips. “You couldn’t control your emotions for once?!” you started.

Ben pointed a finger at you. “He was egging me on, not the other way around. Don’t come at me.”

“Can’t you just learn to let things roll off your back?” you asked. “Does everything have to get under your skin?”

“Yeah, that’s just the way I am!” Ben shouted. “I stood up for you and you’re yelling at me!”

“Because you caused a scene, which you know I hate!”

Ben rolled his eyes. “He started it.”

You squinted. “You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” He seemed to be getting closer, but you were turned on rather than scared.

“Really?” You knew you were poking a sleeping bear, but you weren’t afraid of the results.

“Can you just drop it?” Ben snapped.

You knew exactly where this was headed. “You know, I don’t like jealous men.”

Ben was livid. “Stop accusing me!”

You smirked. “I think you’re just jealous that he can fuck me better than you can.”

Ben’s eyes widened as he tilted his head back in shock. “OH,” he said. “That’s what you think this is?”

You were trying to find the line between enticing him and hurting his feelings, and you couldn’t tell where that was. “Um...yeah,” is all you said.

Ben stepped closer to you, towering over you. You stumbled backwards until you were against the door. Ben pressed himself against you completely, trapping you there. He leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. “I’m willing to bet I can prove you wrong,” he whispered lowly.

You gasped quietly. “I’d like to see you try.”

Ben slammed his lips against yours, and it felt like he was trying to devour you. He had his forearms pressed against the door on either side of your head while you grabbed fistfulls of his shirt, pulling him as close as you could get him. He used one hand to cup your face, giving him more leverage.

You pushed him backwards, giving you the ability to move away from the door. He grabbed you close, turning you and moving you through the doorway to your bedroom. He slammed the door loudly, causing you to shiver with excitement.

Ben grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head. You fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, eventually slipping it off his shoulders. He broke away to pull his own pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes. You did the same, leaving you in just bra and panties. He pushed you back into a wall, attacking your neck with his mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands lightly. He sucked at the spot just under your jaw, which he knew you loved, causing you to moan quietly.

“What?” Ben growled, causing you to shiver. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Mm-mm,” you hummed in defiance.

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe I’m not doing enough.” He ground his hips against yours, and you could already feel his erection through two layers of clothing. You raked your fingernails down his back, whining at the friction.

You tugged at the elastic of his boxers. “Off,” you said simply. “I want these off.”

He grabbed both of your hands, pinning them to the wall above your head. “So eager.” He moved his lips up to yours, silencing any reply you would’ve thought to say.

He expertly used one hand to unclip your bra, letting your arms go so he could slip the straps off of your shoulders. The bra fell to the floor at your feet as he pinned your arms to the wall again. His free hand took hold of one of your breasts, rubbing his thumb in circles on your nipple. You moaned into his mouth, biting his lower lip gently. He chuckled as he gave the breast a squeeze, causing your knees to buckle slightly. You felt him smirk with satisfaction.

“W-whatever you’re going to do,” you stuttered, “just do it already, y-you coward.”

“Funny.” He hooked a bit of your underwear with his finger, snapping it back against your hip. “You just said another man could fuck you better, and now you’re practically begging for me.”

You let out a hot breath. “I-I’m not begging. And you have yet to show me any proof that you’re superior, pretty boy.”

His eyes darkened. “Okay.” He let go of your arms, using both hands to pull his boxers down. His member sprang free, already leaking precum and exciting you even more. You took your panties in your hands, pushing them down your legs until they lay on the floor. You stepped out of them and kicked them to the side; you’d deal with all the clothes later.

Ben reached down, teasing your entrance with his finger. He slowly slid it inside, causing you to gasp loudly. He slid another digit in and started pumping them in and out. You grabbed onto his shoulder, trying not to make too much noise. One, because your neighbors complained the last time you had sex too loud, and two, because you didn’t want to lose this battle. Yes, you were being bitchy, but you were too far in to stop. You dug your fingernails into his skin, no doubt leaving several crescent-shaped marks.

“I’ll make you scream,” he said huskily. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.” He curled his fingers, making you throw your head back and bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood. “You don’t stand a chance.”

You let out a shaky breath as he continued to finger you, eventually adding another digit while your head still lay against the wall. “Ah, shut the fuck up.”

Ben pressed his mouth to your collarbone, giving the area an open-mouthed kiss. You dug both of your hands into his hair, breathing heavily to avoid making any noise. He slowly moved his mouth down until he reached your breasts, nipping at the skin and leaving a trail of little purple marks.

You grabbed his face in both of your hands, pulling his lips into yours. The sudden movement caused him to remove his fingers, making you slam your legs together at the sudden empty feeling. Ben grabbed your hips, wiping the fluid from his fingers off onto your skin. He pulled you closer, and you could feel his heart going a mile a minute. He dragged you off the wall, pulling you down to the floor with him. He hovered over you, using his arms to support him.

Ben positioned himself so his member was aligned with your entrance. His whole face softened as he looked into your eyes. “You sure you want to do this?”

You smiled, pressing a quick and sweet kiss on his nose. “Yes, I want to,” you whispered, moving your face to his ear. “You’ve got a bet to win, after all…”

Ben’s pupils dilated; the brief soft side you’d seen was gone. “Darling, you asked for this,” he growled. He slowly buried himself inside you; he was mad, but he still didn’t want to actually hurt you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before beginning to thrust, snapping his hips forwards. You wrapped your legs around his middle, giving him a new angle that sent immense pleasure throughout your body. The scratchy carpet against your back was a very different feeling than when you had sex on the bed, but you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly hot; you could learn to enjoy this.

You dug your heels into Ben’s back while digging your fingers into the carpet. He kept hitting your sweet spot deep inside you, and you figured you wouldn’t last long, especially not with the foreplay that just took place. You pressed your lips into a line, still determined not to make any noise.

Ben went back to your neck, sucking on the soft skin just below your ear. You threw your head back, biting your swollen lower lip, which caused you to grimace in pain.

Your boyfriend stopped moving. “What’s wrong?” His soft side was back again. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No, I hurt myself.” You chuckled.

“What’d you do?” he asked, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Bit my lip too hard.”

He smirked. “So, you’re really trying to be quiet?” He rotated his hips roughly, making you let out a tiny whimper.

“Yeah…” you choked out. “And I’m doing a great job, aren’t I?”

Ben caught your lips with his, beginning to thrust again. “Not for much longer.” He forced his tongue into your mouth, fighting with yours. “You dirty girl.”

You clenched around him. He knew you liked dirty talk, and he was going to use it to his advantage. “B-Ben…” you whined.  

“What?” he grunted. “You like having my dick inside you? You like it when I fuck you? C’mon princess, tell me how good it feels.”

You loved every single word coming out of his mouth, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You leaned up and put your forehead against his, pressing your lips together tightly.

“C’mon baby girl, say it.” With every word, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. “Tell me, who fucks you the best?”

He hit your g-spot repeatedly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. “Y-You do,” you whispered.

“What’s that?” He took one of your breasts in his hand, fondling it roughly. “Who makes you feel good?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders with both hands, letting a few strained noises out. “You do.”

“Say it louder.” His thrusts continued at a desperate pace. “I wanna hear my name from that pretty mouth.”

“You do, Ben,” you squeaked. “You make me feel good.”

“Louder,” he groaned.

You moaned his name, feeling like any small thing could send you to your orgasm.

“Louder!” he shouted.

You screamed, digging your nails into his skin as you felt the waves of pleasure roll through you. You tightened around him, so much so that he came only a few seconds after you, emitting a dirty string of words. You let out an almost pornographic moan at the feeling of his warm seed on your walls. All the pent out noise came out in the span of about thirty seconds, causing Ben to smirk in satisfaction; mission accomplished.

He pulled out, watching the combined cum falling out of you and staining the carpet. He stood up and made his way into the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth. Kneeling down next to you, he ran the washcloth between your legs, cleaning up all the fluid that rested there.

You sat up, grabbing his face and pulling him into a short, sweet kiss. “I’m sorry I said that stuff,” you whispered, running a thumb across his lower lip; you didn’t want to look him in the eyes for fear that he was still mad at you.

He wrapped you up in a tight hug. “I’m sorry I caused a scene at the bar.” He chuckled. “At least we both had fun.”

You smiled. “I love you to death, Ben.”

Ben kissed the top of your head. “I love you more.”

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Heart Monitor

HEART MONITOR

CH.7

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''Come in!'' I called out to my front bedroom door when someone knocked. I took of my ear phones and stopped what I was doing momentarily once I saw Aunt Kate walk in. I instantly smile up at her from where I was sitting Indian style on my bed.

''Hey kiddo, what's up?'' She asks with a smile.

''Ugh nothing, I have this report to hand in tomorrow and it's kinda killing me'' You closed you laptop and rose off of your bed, placing it down on your desk.

''Do you know what Allison's doing?'' I asked, wondering why she came to talk to me instead of her. I get let off with a warning while Allison got grounded.

''Pining, but I think she's secretly meeting with Scott'' Kate was honest. I looked up at her and smirked, knowing my sister would do something like that.

''And they say I'm the rebellious one'' I joked, Kate laughed a little as well.

''What are you working on, can I help?'' Kate asks, moving towards my desk. I smile and nod, popping open my laptop and reopening the word document and internet tab.

''History project, I have to find something to do with my history and write about it, any ideas?'' I was stumped, my family history was boring. Apart from moving a lot and having family practically all over the country there really wasn't anything to write about.

''Specific to your family?'' Kate leans over me as I sit down in my desk chair.

''Yeah'' I responded.

''Type this in... la bête du gévaudan'' I typed it in word for word then hit enter. I scrolled down a little and read a few sentences.

''Woah, what is this?'' I was instantly curious.

''It's the french legend that might have something to do with your family...'' She trailed off, obviously wanting me to read out a line or two.

''In 1776 in a province of Auvergne, La bete killed over 100 people...'' My eyes squinted to read more.

''Mysterious animal attacks just like a certain town called Beacon Hills...'' She trailed off herself, looking at me and computer screen.

''So, what was it... the animal?'' I asked, not liking the eerie vibe I was receiving from reading this.

''Nobody knows for sure but I can tell you one thing, it definitely wasn't a mountain lion'' I placed my hand on the side of my neck as I tilted my head, staring at the photo that was attached to the site.

''What's it look like to you?'' Kate asks, almost provoking me into finishing her sentences or questions.

''It looks like...'' My mind flashed back to the other day, being in the animal clinic with Stiles and Derek. I shivered at thought, trailing my hand over the goosebumps that rose on my skin.

''A wolf''

~*~*~*~*

Scott could practically smell the anger and irritation rolling off of Stiles when he walking in the classroom. He knew his dad was almost ran over but he wasn't, only Avery. He was mad with himself that she even got hit in the first place but there was nothing he could have done. He was just glad she wasn't badly hurt.

''Still not talking to me?'' Scott asked, already knowing the answer. Stiles bit his lip and rolled his pen in his hand, letting out an angry sigh.

''Can you at least tell me why you're mad?'' Scott had no clue, Avery was practically mean to everyone, including him at times. Scott didn't mind her but hated her attitude.

''Is this about Avery?'' Stiles stiffened at the mention of her name. Stiles wasn't quite sure why he was mad at Scott about Avery. She was a total bitch to him 90 percent of the time. Maybe it was about the other day where he saw a different side to her, maybe it had something to do with the fact that she wasn't all mean, underneath laid a very hurt and possibly broken girl just trying to put up a mask. Stiles sighed again.

''You know I feel, really bad about it, right?'' Scott asked, genuinely meaning it. He never meant for anyone to get hurt.

''Okay... what if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out...'' Scott speaks, crossing his arms over in thought. He really was, he was still no where near in control of his wolf.

''I went to Derek for help'' Stiles groaned and rolled his eyes.

''If I was talking to you I would say that you're an idiot for trusting him... But obviously I'm not talking to you'' Stiles finally spoke, still facing the front of the room.

The bell rang signalling the start of class. Scott lent down to grab his things from his bags as a few students strolled in. Stiles clicked his tongue a few times in annoyance, knowing his curiosity was going to get the best of him. He spun around in his chair quickly.

''What did he say?'' Scott smiled.

~*~*~*~*

''The what of who?'' Lydia asks beyond confused, twirling her fork in the air absentmindedly. I rolled my eyes but went back to my back, biting into my apple. My jacket was hanging off the back of the chair, allowing some warmth to radiate onto my back.

''The beast of gévaudan.. listen.. a quadruped like monster, prowling the Auvergne over in south daidone, areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the Kind Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it'' Allison reads out. I pop my book down slightly, listening in to their conversation. Why was she doing the same thing? Had Kate talked to her too?

I fiddled with the bracelet on my wrist, admiring the wolf pendant on it. My eyes widen in realization.

This was what she wanted us to find out.

''Boring'' Lydia stated, flicking her fork around not really caring.

''Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan'' Allison continued, finding it very intriguing herself. However, Lydia hummed to herself in thought.

''Hmm, still boring'' I stayed quite, wanting to know just how far Allison was going to dig.

''Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a sub-species of wolf predator, possibly mesonychid''

''Slipping into a coma bored'' Lydia rolled her eyes, finally eating what was on her fork.

''While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster'' I tried to hide myself behind my book, really not liking where this was going.

''Avery, does this have anything to do with your family?'' Lydia tried to include me in but all I did was stare back at her, not really wanting to answer.

''This, it is believed that La bête was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter, who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent'' Allison stated, glancing up from the book with a look of pride.

''Your ancestors killed a big wolf, so what?'' Lydia asks, still not entirely interested. I didn't blame her, it did sound like an old wives tale.

''Not just a big wolf, take a look at this picture'' Allison moved the book in front of Lydia, showing her the picture of the 'wolf'.

''What does it look like to you?'' Allison asks, resting her chin on top of the opened book. Lydia takes a long glance, her eyes not even blinking. I glanced up at her, watching as a fleck of fear wash across her eyes but soon disappeared.

''It looks like a. Big. Wolf, see you in history'' She snaps back to herself and collects her things, walking away. Allison just slumps back and sighs, not even noticing the look on her friends face. Allison folded the book and placed it down, turning to face me.

''Do you think it looks like a wolf?'' She asks me. I glance up and shake my head.

''I think it's just a wolf'' She furrowed her eyebrows at me, not getting my answer but didn't push the subject further. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, finishing off her lunch. I looked over my shoulder and saw Scott and Stiles, Scott failing to hide behind a massive textbook.

Stiles glances towards Avery and Allison, watching as Lydia walks away. His eyes trail her for a moment before glancing back to the table, eyes meeting Avery's. He turns back around, frowning once again when his friends pops the textbook back up over his face.

''I think the books making it more obvious'' Stiles grabs the book and tilts it down so he could see Scott's face as he spoke.

''Besides they're reading anyway'' Stiles says, glancing over his shoulder one more time to make sure they actually were. He turned back around and continued writing down in his book.

''So, did you come up with a plan?'' Scott asks, moving the book slightly to the side.

''I think so'' Stiles responds, biting into his apple.

''Does that mean you don't hate me now?'' Scott asked hopefully.

''No, but you're crap is infiltrating my life, so, now I have to do something about it'' Stiles complains, finishing the rest of his apple quickly.

''Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek''

''Okay, yeah you teach me'' Scott agrees, not really wanting to speak to Derek at all.

''Okay I'll be your Yoda'' Stiles agrees, glancing down to his book.

''Yeah, you be my Yoda''

''Your Yoda I will be'' Scott just glanced at him. Stiles smiled a goofy grin, liking the impersonation he did of Yoda.

''I said it backwards-''

''Yeah, I know'' Scott cut him off, knowing that Stiles would go on an elaborate tangent otherwise.

''Alright, you know what, I definitely still hate you. Uh aha! Oh yeah'' Stiles swiftly gathered his things and rose from the table. He started walking away causing Scott to panic.

''Stiles!'' He shouted out a little too loudly. Allison and Avery both glanced up from what they were reading and stared.

''Scott?'' Allison asks, watching as he runs out of the cafeteria.

''Scott wait!' Allison calls out again, gathering her own things to follow him. I, however, took a another bite from my lunch, enjoying the peace and solitude without the worry and struggles of relationships.

~*~*~*~*

''I just had the weirdest conversation with Jackson...'' My ears perked up at this. Allison turned her head towards me as we continued down the hallway towards economics. I was friends with Jackson myself but I knew he was a jerk, a grade-A jerk so I was beyond confused why Allison would even want to be around him.

''Why we're you even talking to him?'' I asked her. She sighed and lulled her head back.

''He talked to me, wanting to apologize and stuff'' She muttered, glancing around us as if she was telling me some huge dark secret. I furrowed my eyebrows, not believing this.

''Jackson never apologizes, not even to Lydia'' I stated, hugging the economics book to my chest. We walked in the doorway and over towards our row of seats.

''I know'' Was the last thing she said before turning around to face Scott.

''Let's go! Sit, sit, sit, sit we have a lot to cover today'' Mr Finstock went on and on, getting us to hurry up as the second bell went signally that start of the lesson. I froze in my place realizing the last seat was next to Stiles. I had been trying to avoid him since yesterday, since my outburst at his house occurred. He looked up and just smiled, not even feeling the awkwardness radiating off of me.

''Hey'' Stiles says as I took my seat, plopping my bag and book down.

''Hey'' I responded, turning towards the front to hopefully stop the conversation. I hated that it was awkward, I didn't want to feel awkward around him, I wanted to dislike him as much as possible.

''Ahh I heard what happened last-''

''Please don't talk to me'' I didn't mean for it to be harsh, just blunt. I twiddled with pen in between my fingers, biting my lip as I faced forward. Stiles recoiled at her response, shrinking back into his chair. He had thought that maybe you'd be nicer but he was wrong. He was even upset with himself for even caring about your well being. He couldn't understand you and honestly, he wasn't sure if he wanted too.

''So I'm guessing things are going back to normal, you being a total bitch and-''

''Yep'' Stiles just nodded to himself and lent back in his chair, not bothering to add anything else. He didn't want to admit to himself that deep down, he was disappointed.

''Let's start with a quick summary of last's nights reading'' Mr Finstock states, his eyes scanning the classroom. A few people popped their hands up.

''Greenburg put your hand down, I know you did the reading'' Mr Finstock said with annoyance, looking to pick someone else.

''How about... ahhh... McCall?'' Mr Finstock made his was over around his desk and towards us, crossing his arms over. He lent against the edge of his desk and smirked towards Scott.

''The reading...'' He trailed on, waiting for Scott to continue.

''Last night's reading?'' Scott asks, hoping to get out of this.

''Ah, how about the reading of the Gettysburg Address?'' He asks sarcastically, a couple of students laughing. Scott looks around in confusion.

''What?''

''That's sarcasm, are you familiar with the term sarcasm?'' Scott turns his head towards Stiles, rolling his eyes.

''Very'' Stiles smiles to himself proudly. I turn to Stiles myself and shake my head, letting out a small smile.

''Did you do the reading or not?'' Mr Finstock asks, crossing his arms even more, getting serious.

''Uhhh.. I think I forgot'' Scott admits shamefully.

''Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're averaging a D in this class'' Mr Finstock leans down to Scott to whisper to him as a few classmates chuckle. I bit my lip nervously, not liking the way he was giving Scott a hard time.

''How about you summarise... uhh... the previous nights reading?'' The teacher asks, eyeing Scott. I hear a beeping from beside so I turn my head to face Stiles, noticing him glancing down towards his phone. I lent forward trying to get a closer look.

''How about the uhh... night before that?'' I could hear the Mr Finstock but tried to see the phone screen for myself. Why was Stiles on his phone right now? The teacher was giving his best friend a hard time.

''How about summarizing anything you've ever read, in your entire life!'' He raised his voice. A few classmates snickered, enjoying this. I wanted to roll my eyes at each of them. Unfortunately I lent a little too far and felt my chair stumble, my body moving forward. I placed my hand on Stiles desk and chair to stop myself, only creating a subtle thud. I glanced up to the teacher to see if he had noticed, he didn't, still eyeing down McCall. However, once I turned my head Stiles had whipped around, phone in front of him and his face mere inches from mine.

I gulped. Curiosity is going to be the death of me.

''Sorry'' I quickly lent away, sitting back in my seat in embarrassment.

''No? A book? How about.. uhh.. a back of a cereal box?'' Mr Finstock kept going on. Stiles sighed to himself, knowing this was going to be a bad idea but did it anyway. He nudged my shoulder, gaining my attention. He bought his phone closer so we could both see. While I watched the screen in confusion, seeing the number go up Stiles panicked, gripping his hair.

''What's wrong?'' I whispered, hoping not to gain the angry teachers attention. Stiles just let out an aggravated sigh but watched the screen instead, watching the number reach 160.

''Wait, is that a heart rate monitor?'' I asked, finally realizing what it was. I placed my hand on the phone and took it from Stiles grasp. The almost silent beeping going off like crazy as the numbers kept growing. Stiles glanced up at the back of his best friend, praying to god he wasn't going to wolf out. It was Stiles turn to lean over to Avery, not really giving it a thought that she had taken the phone from him.

''It's going down'' I whispered, knowing Stiles was literally right next to me. Stiles lent back in is chair and glanced around, wondering how he did it. He looked down and noticed Allison's hand in his, running a thumb over. Stiles eyes widen in realization.

However I looked at the phone flabbergasted. Why the hell was Stiles recording someone's heart rate. His own? Doesn't make sense, at this rate he would have almost had a heart attack.

''No way...'' Stiles muttered to himself, not realizing I had heard. I turn to him confused, handing his phone back.

''I have so many questions... but I don't know if I want to know the answers...'' I muttered, growing more and more confused by the second with these two.

''Trust me, you don't''

~*~*~*~*

''It's her'' Stiles says as soon as him and Scott leave the classroom. Stiles had even made sure to peep over his shoulder to make sure Avery wasn't nearby.

''What do you mean?'' Scott noticing Stiles looking around, so naturally he did too.

''It's Allison. Remember what you told me the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her'' Scott nodded his head, glancing down.

''Okay''

''Remember the night of the first Lacrosse game? You said you could hear a voice from the field'' Stiles asked, hoping Scott was already figuring it out.

''Yeah, I did''

''So that's what brought you back so you could score, and then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill anyone, at least not like how you were trying to kill me'' Stiles concluded, using his hands as gestures.

''She brings you back, is what I'm saying'' Stiles adds on once he sees the look of confusion on his best friends face.

''I don't know, it's not always true because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her-''

''No that's, that's not the same, when you're doing that you'e just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?'' Stiles mentions, trying to make it clearer. He stops talking once he sees the goofy grin crossing Scott's lips.

''You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you'' Stiles had wanted to slap him upside.

''Yeah'' Scott admits bashfully. Stiles rolls his eyes but continues to talk anyway.

''Look, back in the classroom, after Avery went all weird on me, when Allison was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she actually makes you weak, I think she actually gives you control, she's kinda like an anchor'' Scott stops Stiles once it clicks.

''You mean because I love her'' Scott doesn't realize what he's said but Stiles does.

''Exactly'' Scott does a double take.

''Did I just say that?'' Stiles had really wanted to slap him now.

''Yes, you did'' It was like pointing out the obvious.

''I love her'' Scott says louder, a huge smile coating his features.

''That's great, now before you go off to write a sonnet can we please-''

''No really, I think I'm totally in love with her'' Scott says, still not getting over the fact. He could feel his heart beginning to beat faster, the warmth in his cheeks spreading.

''Now that's beautiful, but moving on-''

''Do you love Avery?'' This took Stiles by surprise. He knew his friend was basically on cloud 9 right now and probably had no idea what he was saying.

''Do I... what?'' He wanted to make sure he heard him right. Scott just nudged Stiles shoulder still with a smile.

''Do you like her?'' He asks. Stiles stops and stares at Scott like he had grown two heads.

''No, I do not like or love Avery, she's... weirdly complicated and hugely annoying'' Stiles states, feeling a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was weird talking about this, he wanted it to stop.

''Now please, can we focus on the control thing'' Scott seemed to shake out his daze.

''Yeah, yeah sorry, what do I do?'' Stiles sighed with relief to himself, glad to have that conversation over and done with.

''I have an idea''

~*~*~*~*

I pulled my car up into the driveway and turned off the ignition. I hoped out and grabbed my backpack, fiddling with the keys in my hand as I unlocked the front door. I closed it shut behind me and removed my jacket, placing it on the stand next to the door.

''How was school?'' Dad asked, walking past.

''School was school'' I responded with a tired smile. He smiled back and continues on towards the kitchen. I raced up the stairs and over into my bedroom, chucking my bag down on the floor and flopping onto the bed. I let out a comfortable sigh once my head hit the fluffy cushions.

I couldn't help but to let my mind race over the events that happened today. It was a hell of a weird one that was for sure. I bit my lip, thinking about how weird both Scott and Stiles had been acting towards Allison and I. I still didn't get a chance to talk to Scott about the whole Derek thing. Like Stiles said, I was pretty sure I didn't want to know. I rolled over and sighed one again, just wishing I could turn off my brain.

My eyes glanced down to my bracelet, the wolf charm being a constant reminder. I played with it for a little while, letting my mind go elsewhere. It wasn't until I heard footsteps walk past my door that I snapped out of it. They were sneaky footsteps so I knew exactly what they met. I ran up to my door and opened it, noticing Allison with her jacket and boots on.

''Where are you going?'' I asked, knowing Mum and Dad were downstairs probably in the study working.

''Just to the front, I'm waiting for Scott'' My eyebrows furrowed.

''His coming over? I thought-''

''Yeah, Mum said it was fine seeing as we are supposed to be studying for our biology test'' I just nodded my head, not entirely believing her.

''It's freezing outside'' I stated, my eyes glancing out the window to notice the fog on the glass due to the cold.

''I'll be fine Ave'' Allison laughed, walking down the stairs.

''How late is he?'' I sighed, knowing this was possibly the only reason Allison would happily stand outside in the cold.

''Only... 25 minutes...'' She stopped and mumbled. I rolled my eyes and followed her down the stairs.

''You don't have to...''

''Yes I do, if he's stood you up then I am going to kill him'' I stated half serious causing her to smile. We both made it down the stairs and towards the front door, I grabbed the jacket that was hanging on the stand and closed the door behind me. The cold air instantly hitting me as soon as we both stood outside.

''I'm older than you yet you're the protective one'' Ally says with a small chuckle. I laugh as well and lean into her side, wrapping an arm around her for body warmth.

''What are younger siblings for?'' We both laughed and talked about nothing and everything till we saw car lights drive up the driveway. A Porsche was right in front of us.

The only person who drove one of those at school was...

''Jackson, what are you doing here?''

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Lost and Found (Child au)

It was eleven at night, and getting increasingly colder as Grave walked home from her underground shop, the chilling air biting mercilessly at any exposed skin as snow falls from the sky, coating the world in white. The streets were empty, barely lit, the world plunging itself into darkness around Grave as she walks, the cold not bothering her too much as she heads home.

She knew the route well, she used it all the time when returning home from ‘work’. She could do it with her eyes closed if she truly had to, so the lack of light didn’t bother her at all as she passes by other shops and buildings on her way.

She would have made it home as quick as normal, maybe even quicker, but as she was walking on more empty roads, she passed by an alleyway. She had passed it a thousand times before; there was nothing special about it normally. But today, this alley made a noise. A small one, but it was a noise nonetheless.

“This is probably the start of a horror movie… but I don’t care-” Grave mutters to herself, preparing herself as she enters the alley slowly, ready to have to fight someone if she had to, expecting the worst of the alleyway in front of her.

The alleyway was almost completely black, barely any light entering it from the streetlamps outside, or the moon above it as Grave walks in hesitantly. But as she walks in a bit farther, still ready to fight, she can hear incredibly small breaths, which sound ragged and broken as they reach her ears, so small that they almost hadn’t been noticed at all.

“Hello?” Grave asks, worry and fear building inside of her at the noise coming from in front of her in the alley. There’s no answer from whoever it was, but a small cough broke the silence, ringing out in the alleyway. But the pitch of the cough made it sound like it belonged to someone young. Very young.

Grave slowly begins walking towards where she heard the noise, not wanting to scare or provoke whoever it was that was down there. As she gets further into the alley, it becomes evident to her that there are in fact two sets of breathing, both very quiet and strained. She can begin to see something on the floor of the alley, but in the darkness it doesn’t appear as anything other than a black mass.

“Um… do you… need help? You sound hurt.” Grave questions the alley in front of her, her concern only growing. Though no one speaks, the coughing starts again, two sets of it this time, sounding as if they were coming from very young victims, the coughs very dry and strained. Grave can see the black figures on the floor better, and they appear to be shaking.

“You can come with me, if you’d like.” Grave offers as she slowly reaches out her hand, stepping forward slightly. As she does, she can now see two very young and very small children on the floor. They were both curled in on themselves as they lay on the cold concrete floor, neither of them really seeming to be conscious or aware of the world around them. Neither of them were wearing coats or any sort of warm clothing, and their faces were flushed with what could only be illness.

Grave frowns slightly, removing her oversized coat, which still contained the lingering warmth from her, placing it over top of the two very small children. They don’t stir or move, their skin looking very pale, ice cold when Grave skims it with her own as she places the coat over them. She makes a very immediate decision then and there.

Grave gently picks up the two very small children, noticing how unnaturally light they were as she quickly brings them back to her shop. She brings them inside through the hidden entrance, carrying them gently over to the large couch she had inside one of the warm rooms, placing them down gently, the kids never stirring once, almost dead in her arms. Grave sits down at her desk near the sofa, watching the very small children, sadness evident on her face as she does so.

“I’m so sorry you were out there alone…” She whispers, watching as the twins start to gently warm up, though the red flush on their pale faces remains. The smaller ginger one coughs, her entire body being moved by them as they wreck her body.

Grave flinches, not ready for the noise or the image, but a slight twinge of happiness flows through her at the possibility that the kids might be waking up. The slightly larger boy with black hair seems to flinch at the noise too, shifting on the sofa slightly to curl himself up tighter as he frowns.

“Hi…” Grave whispers with a small smile, the small boy scrunching up his face at the voice as his eyes flicker open, looking glazed over and tired, though they quickly fill with something close to fear as his body freezes.

“Oh, sorry!” Grave whispers, sinking behind her desk a little bit as the small boy backs up slightly, looking down at what Grave could only assume was his sibling, before noticing the coat that was still draped over them, looking back to Grave, though he seemed hesitant to talk at all.

“I… you were outside and it was snowing and you looked really bad so I thought… I thought I should’ve brought you in. If you wanna leave, that’s fine.” Grave speaks in a very soft voice so she doesn’t scare the child. “I can give you something to eat.” She offers kindly.

“W-who are y-y-you?” The small boy asks in a shaky and broken voice, moving to what Grave assumed to be his sister in a slightly protective manner, the other child still seemingly unconscious.

“I’m… Grave! What about you?” Grave asks the child, watching as he looks slightly worried, his voice stuttering as he answers slowly, worried about aggravating this new unknown person he was faced with.

“I-I-I’m I-Iden. T-that’s my t-twin… H-H-Hannah.” He stutters out quietly, watching this stranger for signs of aggression or danger as he sits in front of his twin, ready to try and protect her.

“Well, hi Iden. I um… do you want something? Like some clothes or maybe food? I could turn up the heat if it’s too cold still.” Grave offers gently, the small boy shaking out of fear and worry as he backs up into his twin a bit more.

“I-I-I don’t k-know.” He says as his twin begins to stir herself during the conversation, shifting around slightly.

“That’s fine.” Grave smiles at the small boy. “By the way, how old are you?” She questions gently.

“W-we’re s-s-six.” Iden stutters out, Hannah starting to frown as she wakes up more, shifting to be closer to her twin as she does so.

“I…I’m so sorry you were put out there. You’re safe now though, I promise.” Grave feels the rage and urge to yell swell inside of her, but she bites down on it, not wanting to scare the kids, instead smiling as she calms down. Iden still looks worried, and Hannah seems to fully wake up now, revealing her all black eyes to Grave as she opens them fully.

“Hi!” Grave waves to Hannah with an incredibly warm and adorable smile directed at the small child.

“W-what’s h-h-happening?” Hannah questions, looking confused, tapping one of her hands on the sofa the twins are on until she finds Iden, clinging onto him in panic, sounding small and afraid.

“I brought you into my store because you were outside and you were freezing. Also you looked kinda dead so…” Grave explains as Hannah listens to her, though she doesn’t look at Grave, instead keeping her head down and not really moving it to observe the room as her twin had done when he had woken up.

“Um…” Grave taps her fingers against her desk lightly as she thinks on what to say to the small children in front of her. “Would you like an actual blanket?” She asks gently. Hannah reacts to the noise of her fingers on the desk, turning her head to face Grave slightly as she listens, the twins still looking scared.

“W-w-we u-um…” Iden tries to think of what to say, but draws a blank in talking to Grave, too worried. Now the twins were awake, both of them seemed to be shaking.

“It’s okay if you don’t know or if you don’t want one. I just… wanna make sure you’re okay…” Grave speaks in a quieter voice, softer than before to sooth the twins in front of her.

“C-c-cold.” Hannah stutters as she begins to cough gently, shivering slightly now.

“I’ll turn up the heat and give you some more blankets.” Grave states simply as she stands up, walking into the back of her shop to turn up the heat, grabbing some soft plush blankets she had stored, that were way larger than the children themselves. When she returns from turning up the heating with the two blankets, she can see Iden gently holding Hannah’s face, looking like he was checking her over for injuries, looking at her eyes and face.

“Here’s your blankets.” Grave says quietly as she gently places the blankets on the sofa next to the twins. “It’ll warm up in a moment so… yeah!” She says happily, moving away to give them space.

“O-okay…” Iden says quietly as he pulls one of the blankets off, draping it over Hannah, who takes a moment to find the edges of the soft material before pulling it tighter around her in a cocoon like shape. Iden takes the other one for himself, pulling it around him in a similar fashion.

“Do you want me to leave or stay with you guys? The shop will be locked up so nobody can get in until I come back, but if you want me to stay then…” Grave looks down to the floor, fiddling nervously with her hands. “That’s fine.” She reassures quietly.

While both twins still look nervous, Iden goes to answer, though a vicious coughing breaks out from the young boy, loud and dry sounding as they make him convulse with their severity. Hannah flinches at the intense noise; her head turning towards Grave as her worried look increases.

Grave goes into the back of the shop, retrieving some water bottles, holding them out to the twins.

“Here you go.” She offers gently, Iden taking his gently, opening it to drink, though Hannah doesn’t move, looking slightly up at Grave, but not at the water she was being presented.

“Is… is there something wrong?” Grave asks, a small pit of concern in her stomach as Hannah frowns, turning her head down towards the sofa.

“I-I c-c-can’t see i-it.” She says in a very quiet voice as she frowns, not wanting to admit her weakness to this person she didn’t know very well, but not being faced with a choice about it.

“Oh… um… hold out your hand please!” Grave directs the child, watching as Hannah holds out her small shaking hand carefully towards her.

“Better?” Grave asks as she opens the bottle, gently giving it to Hannah, who grips onto it tightly, giving Grave a very small smile as she nods, taking a sip of the water.

“Would you like to watch TV? It’s kinda quiet in here.” Grave asks as she smiles at Hannah, Iden interjecting into the conversation nervously as he sips on his water, his coughing ended for now.

“W-we’ve never watched i-it.” He states in a dull voice. “B-but we will i-if you w-w-want.” He elaborates as he looks at Grave, Hannah nodding gently in agreement. Grave gasps a little bit as she looks at them.

“Never ever? Like in your life???” She asks, surprised by what the children were telling her.

“T-the nuns thought i-i-it w-would make u-us worse.” He explains, sounding sad and more tired as he talks about it.

“Well they’re wrong!” Grave huffs slightly as she turns to switch on the TV, finding a random kids show for the children in front of her to watch. They both look confused as she switches it on, but Iden’s face becomes intrigued when the show flickers on, his eyes lighting up a bit.

“Whoa!” He exclaims quietly, looking and sounding excited, though Hannah continues to look confused.

“Um… we can listen to music after this episode if you’d like? There’s only ten more minutes of it.” Grave offers to Hannah, whose face relaxes a bit as she turns her head to hear it better.

“It s-sounds nice…” She says in a quiet and gentle voice, huddling further into her blanket as she listens to the TV.

“Oh, I’m glad you like it then!” Grave exclaims as she smiles, sitting down on the floor beside the sofa.

“A-are you taking c-care of us now?” Iden asks in a quiet voice as he watches the TV from within his cocoon of a blanket.

“Yeah! I couldn’t just leave you out there alone.” Grave reasons as Iden looks down at her now.

“B-but why… a-aren’t you a k-k-kid too?” Iden questions, looking at Grave from his position on the sofa with a concerned expression.

“Yeah, but I can trick people into thinking I’m an adult so…” Grace shrugs, unbothered. “It’s not that big of a deal.” She says simply, Iden looking sad, hiding inside his blanket away from her.

“But i-it’s a b-burden.” He says in a cracking and broken sounding voice, Hannah nodding silently as she joins her twin with sadly hiding inside their blankets for comfort.

“That is like… an entire lie. Who told you such a terrible thing?” Grave asks as she frowns slightly.

“E-e-everyone.” The twins speak in unison now, sounding very small and sad from within their blanket cocoons.

“Well they’re all liars! You seem pretty swell to me and I really enjoy being with you. I want you guys to be okay…” Grave says in a very gentle voice. Neither twin answers verbally, but a very small hand emerges from Hannah’s closed cocoon, beckoning Grave to join them on the sofa, between the two swaddled twins.

“Oh!” Grave mutters quietly as she gets onto the sofa between the twins. “Thank you…” She says quietly, neither twin emerging from their cocoons, only Iden’s eyes were visible as he watches the show on the TV in front of them, though both twins do gently lean into Grave. After a while of sitting with the small swaddled twins, a faint noise can be heard, a slight grumbling noise, seemingly coming from the twins beside her.

“You sound hungry… what would you like to eat?” Grave asks, watching the cocoons beside her shift slightly, neither twin answering her immediately.

“W-we eat a-anything…” Iden says in a quiet voice from within the warm safety of his blanket.

“Cool!!! I have… m a c a r o n i and a bunch of other stuff so…yeah!” Grave smiles as she flops onto the floor, rolling away from the twins in the direction of the kitchen, Iden emerging out of his blanket slightly to watch her out of curiosity, Hannah turning towards the noise, staying hidden. After a little bit of Iden watching both the TV and Grave, she returns to the twins with two bowls of spaghetti and meatballs.

“I know I said macaroni, but there was other stuff and I didn’t think that macaroni would be enough so… yeah.” Grave sets the bowls down gently on her desk. “You guys can come eat now, I’ll even bring the TV closer if you’d like.” She offers as she looks at the twins.

Iden emerges from his blanket cocoon, jumping gently off of the sofa and dragging the blanket behind him as he walks over to Grave’s desk quietly, sitting down and repositioning his blanket. Hannah comes out of her cocoon as well, keeping the blanket draped over her, though she hesitates to get off of the sofa, not sure where anything was in relation to her.

“Would you like help? It’s okay if you do.” Grave reassures, watching Hannah nod silently as she wraps her blanket back around her to keep her warm.

“Okay!” Grave happily walks to Hannah, holding out a hand for the small child to grab onto. Hannah takes it gently, letting Grave lead her carefully over to the desk where Iden was sitting, helping her on the chair, though Hannah looks at her again after.

“Oh, right. You can’t see the bowl.” Grave sits down next to Hannah at the table, helping the small blind child eat her food properly, making sure the bites she gave her weren’t too big for the little kid. Hannah accepts the help and eats her food faster than Grave would expect someone of her small stature to be able to, Iden eating his very quickly too, almost inhaling the food, making Grave chuckle.

“Jeez, you might wanna slow down a little. I don’t want you to choke on your food.” Grave says, a little pit of worry inside of her, though it was mostly overruled by her current happiness. Iden stops mid bite at her words, chewing and swallowing what was in his mouth guiltily.

“Sorry… w-we were hungry…” He avoids telling her a lot of the truth, looking away from Grave’s face and eyes as he answers.

“It’s okay that you’re hungry, I just don’t want you to choke or something. That o u c h e s.” Grave reassures Iden with a smile, to which he nods, though a slight look of guilt remains as he attempts to eat his food slower. The more he tries, the more noticeable it is that it’s a challenge for him, and that the boy may have still been very hungry, Hannah only being more controlled since Grave was helping her eat hers.

“Sorry if I seemed harsh, I just don’t want you to get hurt…” Grave explains, Iden smiling gently back at her.

“I-it’s okay, w-we’re fine.” He tries to reassure Grave, though what he was saying was undoubtedly a lie of sorts.

“Are you sure? You don’t really-…” Grave sighs as she continues. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long were you out there?” Grave poses the question gently.

“U-u-um-“ Iden seems hesitant to answer the question, not wanting to cause issues with Grave.

“A w-week.” Hannah says in a blunt voice, looking tired and dull when Grave looks at her.

“Afrigginweekwhydidithavetobeaweekimsosorry-” Grave says very quickly, the anger and worry she collectively feels pouring into her voice, making Hannah flinch at the sudden noise, retracting from Grave slightly.

“I-it’s not that b-bad, we’ve gone w-without food f-for 4 d-d-days before…” She mutters the words, almost as if she was now afraid to say them. You can feel the concern coming off of Grave as the pit in her stomach grows.

“That’s not good!!! Four days is way too long to go without food! You need food every single day, you’re little kids!!” She exclaims, increasingly worried about the children, their tiny size making too much sense now. “Sorry for yelling, I just…sorry.”

‘W-we survived though…” Iden reasons quietly, not knowing the gravity of the situation, and not wanting to make any issues for Grave, both twins unused to any worry for them.

“That still doesn’t make it any better.” Grave reasons, frowning. The twins don’t know if what she says is true, frowning to themselves.

“I-it was p-punishment when w-we didn’t d-d-do as we w-were told.” Hannah says quietly, her head turned down to the table the entire time. Grave makes a bunch of sounds of worry and panic as she moves around the room a lot, pacing, feeling angry at whoever allowed this and so worried for these children she could barely understand any of it.

The twins become anxious as they notice Grave’s pacing and noises, worried about what might be going on, shifting in their seats in an effort to relax themselves. Both twins flinch a little when they lean too far back; disturbing something they had honestly forgotten about.

“Were they on crack or something when they had you? Nobody that’s sober would do that! I mean, they would if they were sober but still, what the frickin ass, you’re l i t t l e k i d s! You don’t deserve that! Not at all! You deserve love and care and to be cherished and!!!” Grave begins to wave her arms around faster as she walks around the room at a quicker pace. “You guys are so sweet! Why would they wanna hurt you? You’re so small and you’re too young to deal with this shit!!! You shouldn’t have to!! I’m so sorry they treated you like mouldy shit bags!!!”

The twins looks shocked at Grave’s outburst, not expecting anything like this ever, and unable to process the entirety of what was being said, though the message was pretty clear from Grave. Hannah shifts in her chair again, wincing now, though she tries to cover it up by talking.

“O-our parents d-didn’t want us, w-w-we were r-raised in a foster h-home.” She says quietly, listening to Grave.

“That’s not good!!! They treated your badly!! They made you think that what they did was okay!” Grave’s voice is softer now, still full of concern and worry for the children in front of her.

“W-we probably d-did something w-w-wrong…” Hannah says quietly, trying to get out of the conversation, a discrete and mostly hidden hand pressing against her back as she speaks.

“No! You didn’t do anything wrong!!! They’re just assholes who don’t know how to take decent fucking care of c h i l d r e n. You don’t have to be an expert to know how to care for a child!” Grave reasons, worried for the small children in front of her.

“B-but we a-aren’t n-n-normal c-children. W-w-we’re m-monsters…” Hannah tries again, her face twisted in some sort of emotion and feeling, though it was hard to pinpoint what it was.

“You aren’t, you’re the exact opposite! Hell, even if you w e r e two little shits, you’re children! Sometimes children do rude things, but they don’t always know it’s rude or bad because they’re children!! That doesn’t mean you can just treat them like two grown asshats and then just kick em to the curb!” Grave exclaims gently as she looks at the children, Iden at a complete loss for words as he stares at her, Hannah still holding a hand to her back in a hidden manner as she tries to argue, though she doesn’t know why.

“B-but we-” She tries, not knowing what she could say or do. They had been taught that children should never step out of line, that they had to be taught when they did, in a manner they would never forget, or else it wouldn’t work. It was what they knew. Grave sighs, kneeling in front of the two twins to reach their heights.

“Listen, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just two six year olds. The people who had you were butts, but they cannot get to you now. I promise.” She reassures gently, both twins staring at Grave, frowning ever so slightly and looking uncomfortable, Hannah more so than Iden.

“…Sorry…” Grave mutters, sitting down slightly away from the twins, facing the other direction, believing she had done something wrong. Grave can hear a small and panicky breath being drawn by Hannah.

“G-G-Grave?” Hannah calls out to her in a very small and shaky voice, having realised something bad.

“Yes?” Grave answers in a very soft voice, not wanting to upset the small children any more.

“I-I-I’m b-bleeding…” Hannah says in a very quiet scared sounding voice. Grave lets out a small gasp of concern for the child.

“Where?” She questions gently, Hannah pulling out her previously hidden hand, which now had a thin coating of blood over it.

“M-m-my b-back…” She says in a small worried tone, looking as if she was close to tears as Iden looks over too, looking concerned for his twin and checking his own back.

“Oh no!” Grace quickly goes into the back of the shop to get the first aid kit so she can tend to the wounds, Hannah shaking now. Though she can’t see the blood on her hand, she can feel it and is beginning to smell it, making her head feel funny. Grave almost falls over with how fast she runs back with the medical kits.

“O-okay, um… I-I need you to stand up please. I can help you if you can’t do it yourself.” She reassures gently, Hannah holding out her hands in a request for help, tears starting to slip down her cheeks as the pain and fear trigger unpleasant memories inside her, making her shake even more.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, dear.” Grave says softly as she gently takes Hannah’s hands and helps her stand up and get down from the chair, Iden joining them.

“I-its not y-y-you.” He reassures Grave as Hannah stands, looking scared and shaky as the smell of blood grows stronger to her and the small sting on her back becomes a searing pain.

“I’m sorry that they did this to you.” Grave mutters as she starts to wipe the extra blood off of Hannah as she stands in front of her.

“She d-didn’t clean u-up when a-asked to. I-I tried t-to tell them s-she couldn’t see it, b-but they d-didn’t believe us…” Iden explains sadly as Hannah stands still for Grave, not really paying attention to the conversation, looking pale with a concerned expression on her face.

“I hope they’re in jail now… Hannah, I have to turn you around… okay?” She questions gently, Hannah nodding slowly and allowing Grave to turn her around carefully.

“W-we don’t k-k-know where they a-are…” Iden says in a small voice as he watches as Grave lifts the back of Hannah’s shirt, revealing a plethora of scars covering the skin of her back. All the scars are the same straight lines, though some were much smaller and seemed lighter, while others were longer and had clearly been much deeper wounds. The bleeding was coming from two more recent looking wounds which were much deeper into Hannah’s skin, most likely ripping open after being disturbed and stressed by the cold air the small children had been exposed to for an entire week.

“Oh no…” Grave frowns out of worry and anger as she stares at Hannah’s back, the small child still shaking, tear tracks on her cheeks as a result of the memories and sensations that were being forced into her mind currently, a lot of pain building up inside of the child.

“T-they were m-mad so they hit h-harder…” Iden says in a quiet voice as he see’s Hannah’s back, knowing he had two similar cuts on his own, that thankfully hadn’t split open like Hannah’s, though they still stung.

Grave lightly presses a hug onto Hannah, not wanting to disturb the two wounds. Hannah flinches at first, not realising it was Grave due to the mess inside her head. When she does realise, she doesn’t relax, but she accepts the hug, not pushing Grave away. The smell of blood is getting stronger in her nose, and it wasn’t making her feel any better.

Grave lets the girl go, carefully and gently cleaning up the wounds with the medical kit, wrapping them softly once they are clean so they don’t bleed as much. Hannah allows her to do this, being silent, feeling a little better once the wounds are cleaned and dressed, though the smell of the blood lingers for her, making her slightly uneven on her feet as she gets a bit light-headed.

Grave gently picks up the small child, carefully transporting her back to the sofa, setting her down lightly.

“Is this better?” She asks softly, earning a silent nod from Hannah as Iden climbs onto the sofa next to her, dragging their blankets behind him, draping them over them both.

“Thank you…” Hannah says in a very quiet voice.

“You’re welcome, it’s the least I could do.” Grave smiles gently, Iden returning it as he huddles them both into their blankets, shushing Hannah gently when she whines.

“T-those are the l-l-last scars w-we’ll get.” He reassures her gently as she starts to settle a bit more, the pain lessening.

“You’re right!” Grave nods, smiling and happy now that she knew the children were safe and okay. “You’ll be safe with me, I promise.” She reassures, Hannah smiling gently as the pain in her back lessens from sitting down. Iden smiles too, motioning for Grave to join the two children on the sofa. Grave happily joins the two children on the sofa, the twins proceeding to get closer to her, Iden gently climbing over Grave to sit on half of her lap. Though Hannah wanted to join him, she was too tired to climb, so she settles for leaning into Grave carefully.

Grave tries to keep herself from tapping her feet for as long as she can in her current overwhelming happiness as Iden proceeds to bury himself in his blanket and Grave’s warmth, Hannah trying to get comfortable inside her own blanket cocoon. Eventually she’s squirming, looking like she wants to ask something of Grave, but doesn’t quite know how to.

“You okay, Hannah?” Grave asks, looking at the small child with slight concern. Hannah hides inside her blanket a bit more, though her small hands do come out in a sort of grabby hand gesture.

“C-c-can I h-have a h-hug?” She asks in a small voice, unused to physical contact of a positive kind with anyone except Iden, and the small hug she had been given earlier.

“Of course you can.” Grave smiles gently, pulling Hannah carefully into her lap to properly envelope her into a hug, Hannah almost immediately melting into the warm contact. Iden joins the hug gently, finding himself loving it as well, smiling slightly as he hugs them both. Grave has a huge smile on her face, never more happy than right now. The twins wriggle further into the hug, finding that they enjoy this type of human contact they had never really gotten before.

“I-is this what a m-mum is l-l-like?” Iden asks quietly from within the hug, looking up at Grave as he speaks.

“Y-yeah.” Grave says as she tries to hold back the tapping of her feet and the happy tears threatening to spill down her face. Iden smiles gently, looking more innocent than Grave thought he could.

“A-are you kind o-of like our m-mum now?” He asks incredibly quietly, Grave nodding, not trusting herself to say anything incase she cries or cant resist the urge to tap her feet out of happiness. Iden shuffles closer to her, curling himself up slightly as the child gets tired.

“W-what do m-mums do?” He asks in a very quiet and sleepy voice.

“They care for you… a-and keep you safe. And…” Grave smiles as tears begin to roll down her face. “They love you.” She explains gently.

“Y-you’re crying…” Iden says as he sits up gently, looking slightly concerned.

“Y-yeah, but I’m happy! I’m very happy!” Grave reassures. Iden gently brings up a small hand to wipe away the tears he can see rolling down her face.

“S-so you l-l-love us?” He asks in a gentle voice, eyes and face full oh hope.

“I do. I love you so much.” Grave says, voice full of emotion as tears spill down her face, Iden wiping a few of them up, looking happier than Grave had seen him.

“W-w-we l-love you t-too.” He says happily. Hannah doesn’t join in with the speech, and when Grave looks down at her, she can see the small child is asleep in her lap, pressed against her torso, looking relaxed and calm and warm inside her cocoon.

Grave cant even speak right now, only capable of making inhuman noises of happiness, which she makes very quiet so she doesn’t disturb the already sleeping child. Iden smiles gently, using all of his effort to lean his small body forward and up, touching his and Grave’s foreheads together gently, and placing a small kiss there as well as he lies back down in a similar position to his twin, getting very sleepy as well.

Grave cant even process what just happened, her happiness too much to be properly contained as Iden curls up inside of his blanket, a gentle smile on his face as he begins to look very sleepy.

“Goodnight.” Grave whispers softly in her happiness, watching as Iden grins sleepily, relaxing into Grave as his eyes naturally close, both twins now looking very relaxed and calm as they drift into the first proper sleep they have had in a while. Hannah shifts in her sleep, clinging onto Grave gently as a safe presence for her to anchor onto. Grave hugs the two small children close as they sleep on top of her, silent as she doesn’t want to disturb either of them, stopping her feet from tapping on the floor and curbing the happy noises flowing out of her mouth, holding them close as silently as she can, warmth flowing through her as she sees how calm and happy they both look. Yep, she was a mum now, no doubt, and she didn’t mind one bit.

#writing with friends #writing #my writing #original writing #not my oc #others ocs #original characters #original story #child au #alternate universe #Kids AU #tw blood #tw abuse #tw trauma #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

[himecchi]

Liquid Pain - Part 1

Summary: Keith mysteriously falls ill during a New Years celebration on planet Clarine. It’s up to the team to figure out what’s wrong and fix it.

A/N: I imagine that this planet has their version of Christmas during our New Year, so that’s why it’s kind of a mixture of the two. Also, sorry this is a bit late! I wanted to get it out sooner, but every time I went to edit, it just became progressively longer lol

T/W: There’s mention of blood, and Keith pukes a couple times, but it’s not graphic.

It’s a wonderful event. The brightly-lit hallways are adorned with vibrant golds and silvers, and cheerful chattering echoes throughout the room. It feels warm and festive, and Keith’s happy to spend time bonding with everyone during the holiday season. Albeit, he would’ve preferred to spend New Years on Earth, and preferably somewhere slightly less crowded, but this banquet on planet Clarine isn’t half bad.

A tall alien creature wearing a tuxedo comes by to offer him what appears to be champagne.  He holds one hand elegantly behind his back, while the other carries a shiny silver tray filled with several tall glasses of golden liquid.

“Would you care for a glass of Lemark?” he asks politely, extending the tray in Keith’s direction.

“Uhhh…” Keith hesitates for a moment, “Sure… thanks.”

He reaches out to pluck one of the glasses from the tray, then stares intently at the strange liquid inside. Just as he’d thought, it seems to be similar to champagne, but as he observes it more closely, he realizes it’s different in several ways. It’s not as bubbly, the color is more vivid, and it’s thick, consistency similar to that of molasses.

“Strange…” Keith muses, bringing the glass to his lips to take a sip.

It’s a confusing flavor - something like sickeningly sweet carbonated honey. He’s not sure he likes it, but downs it anyways for the sake of politeness. For all it’s sweetness, the bitter aftertaste it leaves in his mouth comes as a surprise and Keith doesn’t understand how one drink could have such vastly different flavor profiles. He screws his eyes shut as the bitterness intensifies, then goes to search for something to wash away the harsh taste.

He settles on some cookies shaped like bunny rabbits with reindeer antlers. He grabs one, then goes to stand in a corner, away from all the hustle and bustle of cheerfully drunk aliens.

“Ah,” a voice suddenly comes up behind him. Keith jolts, momentarily startled, then relaxes once he realizes it’s Coran. “A Hoornux cookie!” Coran exclaims cheerfully. “The Hoornux are said to deliver presents into homes by burrowing underground here in Clarine. Quite a tale, is it not?”

“Oh…” Keith trails off staring at the rabbit’s partially-bitten antler. “Yeah… I guess?” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

Another tuxedo-wearing alien strolls past them with a tray of something that looks vaguely similar to cheesecake, and Coran’s eyes light up with excitement.

“Well,” Coran pats him once on the back, “Take it easy, Number Four. I see some Plantonoof calling my name, and I must oblige,” he says as he skips away merrily.

Keith gives a slight smile, then shifts his eyes around the room. He sees Lance talking animatedly with Allura, urging her to try some odd-looking mousse; Hunk is sitting down with a plate full of desserts while Pidge is showing him some sort of computer chip device; Shiro is chatting with the leader of Clarine as he knocks back something akin to red wine. Everyone looks so cheerful, and the slight smile on Keith’s face grows wider.

He glances back down at his cookie and… hold on… why are there suddenly two cookies? For some reason, Keith’s seeing double and he has to brace himself against the wall for a moment as he’s hit with a wave of disorienting dizziness. One hand moves up to his face as he tries to collect himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. After a few moments, Keith slowly opens his eyes again, blinks a few times, then shakily moves his hand away from his face. To his relief, the double-vision and dizziness seem to have dissipated, and Keith brushes the momentary feeling of faintness off as exhaustion. He’s fine. Whatever that was, he’s sure it’s nothing serious.

“Hey,” he registers Shiro’s voice before his presence and turns to see Shiro coming up next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a warm smile.

“It’s not really my scene, but….. Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Keith says, looking up and matching Shiro’s smile with one of equal warmth.

“Good,” Shiro says, relief spreading across his eyes, “I’m glad.”

After a few moments, however, Shiro’s smile morphs into a slight grimace. “Hey, Keith,” he says, turning Keith slightly more towards himself, “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“I…” Keith’s not sure what to say. He’s feeling slightly dizzy again, but he doesn’t think it’s anything important enough to concern Shiro with. He looks around once more at his fellow Paladins’ smiling faces and sighs. They’d all been so upset that they couldn’t go back home for the holidays, but right now they all seem to be having such a wonderful time. He can’t ruin that for them. Keith swallows, then forces a smile, “I’m fine,” he says reassuringly, “Just tired.”

Shiro raises a skeptical eyebrow, “You sure?”

“Yeah…”

He’s definitely not sure. His vision is blurring in and out, his head is pounding, and he feels like he’s going to topple over at any moment.

“I think…” he swallows, looking away from Shiro, “I think I just need some air…”

He can feel his face growing paler, sweat beading on his skin, and he hopes that Shiro doesn’t notice how sick he’s sure he looks.

“Well,” Shiro says, eyebrows knitting together in worry, “Alright… but let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.”

Shiro watches Keith walk out onto the balcony and lingers in place, not wanting to be overbearing, but unable to completely ignore his instincts telling him that something’s wrong.

Keith walks out into the cool, night breeze and lets out a relieved sigh. The darkness alleviates his headache a bit and the crisp air makes him feel less like he’s about to collapse. He takes a deep breath in. He’s feeling better already…

Or… at least he was. Now, everything is suddenly coming back full force. He can feel his legs shaking beneath him, his arms feel weak and achy, his mind is muddled and turning with dizziness, and his skin feels like its burning. He closes his eyes and draws in a sharp, unsteady breath in an attempt to ground himself. It’s no use. He still feels absolutely awful.

He sways slightly when another wave of dizziness hits him. He braces himself against the balcony railing, trying to stay upright, but still feels himself slowly beginning to teeter sideways. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable feeling of his face connecting with hard, cool stone, but instead, he feels two strong arms on his shoulders steadying him.

“Whoa!” Shiro exclaims, “You have a little too much to drink there, bud?” The tone of Shiro’s voice is light, but Keith can also hear the tinge of concern in it.

“Something like that…” Keith mumbles. He’d only had one glass of that strange champagne, but perhaps alien alcohol is more potent, he muses.

“You wanna sit down?” Shiro asks, voice sounding slightly more worried.

Keith hesitates for a moment. He does want to sit - preferably lie down, even - but he also doesn’t want Shiro worrying about him on a night that’s supposed to be fun and carefree.

“Nah, I’m fine.” Keith says, steadying his voice and wearing the best fake smile he can possibly manage. He pauses for a moment, glances at Shiro nonchalantly, trying to get a read on his expression - it’s riddled with concern. “Shiro, I...” It comes out shakier than Keith had intended. He clears his throat, then continues, “I’m fine… just not used to drinking alien alcohol, I guess.” Keith says with a half-hearted laugh.

Shiro pauses for a few seconds, unsure if he should force the issue or not. He finally settles on a tentative, “Well… okay,” as he slowly releases his grip on Keith’s shoulders.

Several moments of silence fall between the two. Shiro, quietly debating with himself whether or not to push Keith to talk to him, and Keith, focusing on acting as natural as possible in front of Shiro. Unfortunately for Keith, however, he can feel the effects of the champagne flaring up again and he’s not sure he can keep this facade up much longer.

He draws in a shaky breath, then turns to Shiro with a slight smile, “You can go back inside, you know?” He had intended for it to sound casual and friendly, but instead, it came out urgent and insistent.

Shiro frowns slightly, then lets out a heavy sigh. He hadn’t wanted it to come to this - he’d hoped Keith would tell him on his own - but he can’t ignore it any longer.

“Keith,” he says gently, placing one hand on Keith’s shoulder, “You don’t have to pretend. I can tell you’re not feeling well.”

Keith’s eyes widen. He’d thought he was doing a good job of hiding it. How could Shiro tell? How did he pick up on it so easily? Then again, this was Shiro. Shiro always saw right through him. He should’ve known.

Keith grimaces. “I just… tonight’s supposed to be fun…” he pauses, looks down and starts fiddling with his fingers, “I don’t want you worrying about me when you should be in there enjoying yourself... I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll be fine, Shiro.”

Abruptly, there’s a cool hand pressing against his forehead, and Keith’s gaze snaps up to meet Shiro’s concerned eyes.

“You feel warm…” Shiro notes with a frown. “Come on. Talk to me, Keith. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Keith glances back down, purses his lips, shifts his eyes to the side, clenches his fists, scowls.

“I…” Keith pauses, swallows, then takes a deep breath, “I dunno… kinda dizzy… and weak, I guess…” he says with a shrug.

“Okay,” Shiro says softly, “What else?”

Keith glances at him, then shifts his gaze to look out over the balcony, “Nauseous… I don’t know… I just… don’t feel good…” he mumbles.

“How much have you had to drink?” Shiro asks.

“Just one glass of some weird gold stuff… kinda like champagne…” Keith answers.

“Only one…?” Shiro mutters more to himself than to Keith. He pauses for a moment to think, then looks over to Keith again. He’s visibly paler than he was a few minutes ago, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, and, despite Keith’s best efforts to appear in-control, he’s starting to sway unsteadily on his feet again. Shiro frowns. “Let’s head back. I think you should rest.”

“I….” Keith considers it for a brief moment, “No. No, we can’t. I don’t… want you to…” he trails off when his head starts to swim. Everything is suddenly moving in and out of focus, his stomach is churning like tsunami waves, and Keith can feel his knees starting to buckle as his legs finally give out.

“Keith…?” Shiro watches as Keith’s face goes even paler, all the color draining from it completely. He sees Keith’s eyes moving sluggishly, trying to refocus, and then he finds his body moving to cradle Keith’s head as Keith collapses.

“Keith!” he exclaims, rearranging Keith so he’s cradled in his arms. “Keith?! Keith!” he calls out, shaking him slightly.

His heart drops when he takes in Keith’s appearance. There’s sweat pooling on his skin and his body is trembling, his breaths come in shallow, erratic huffs, and his face is so devoid of color that he could almost pass for a ghost.

“Keith! Come on, bud!” Shiro urges, brushing Keith’s hair out of his face. He’s about to give him another gentle shake, but instead stops abruptly, completely stunned. “What the…?” Keith’s skin suddenly feels cold - like icicles.

Shiro looks down again and notices Keith’s lips look slightly bluish. How had his body temperature taken such a drastic turn so quickly?

“Keith! Keith!” Shiro taps his collar bone lightly, but urgently.

“Mmmnnnn…” Keith groans softly as his eyes slowly peel open.

“Sh… Shiro… wh… what’s… happening?” Keith asks, eyes unfocused - looking at Shiro but not really seeing him.

“I…” Shiro’s at a loss for words. “I don’t know, bud, but we’re gonna fix it, okay? Don’t worry.”

Shiro lifts his arm up, shoving back his sleeve, then starts speaking into a watch-like device around his wrist.

“Paladins, this is an emergency. I need all of you out here. Now.” he commands with burning authority.

“Sh… Shiro, I…” Keith’s breath is all over the place. He’s panting, unable to inhale or exhale at a steady pace. “I…”

“What is it, bud?” Shiro asks gently. He’s trying his best to stay calm, but the worried knit of his eyebrows betrays him.

Keith somehow musters up the strength to shove himself away from Shiro. He scrambles forwards on hands and knees, then hangs his head between the balcony railing and promptly pukes over the edge.

Shiro sits there, stunned for a moment, then quickly recovers and leaps into action. He kneels beside Keith, draping an arm gently around his shoulders. Keith’s grateful for the contact. It grounds him and he tries his best to focus on that.

“It’s okay, Keith. You’re okay.” Shiro says comfortingly, rubbing soothing up and down motions into Keith’s arm with his other hand.

“Shiro, what happened?!” Allura demands with concern as she and the rest of the Paladins run out onto the balcony.

Keith heaves again.

“It’s Keith, he-” Shiro begins to explain, keeping his eyes trained on Keith.

“Oh my gosh! Is he seriously drunk?” Lance exclaims, incredulous, but slightly annoyed.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Pidge muses, pushing up her glasses.

“I-is he okay?” Hunk asks, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers.

“Let me guess,” Lance sighs dramatically, crossing his arms and giving a slight eye-roll, “We have to go back now because Keith can’t hold his-”

“He’s not drunk!” Shiro shouts angrily, rubbing Keith’s back through a dry heave. “I’ve got you,” he says softly to Keith before continuing. “There’s something wrong with him. I… I don’t know. He only had one glass. He shouldn’t be sick like this.”

Everyone freezes, concern spreading across their faces. It’s unnerving hearing Shiro so panicked and, as they take in Keith’s disheveled appearance, they realize how ungodly pale he is. They carefully approach, kneeling down close, but also far enough to give Keith some space. His shoulder blades are moving up and down violently as he gasps and chokes on pained breaths.

“You finished?” Shiro asks gently.

Keith shakily turns towards him, bleary-eyed, and manages a small nod.

“Alright,” Shiro says softly, giving Keith’s shoulder a light squeeze, “I’m gonna move you now, okay?”

“Hnnn,” Keith gives a strained but affirmative groan.

Shiro carefully maneuvers him into a sitting position, facing away from the balcony, then takes his suit jacket off and drapes it around Keith’s shoulders. Keith closes his eyes, trying to ward off the dizziness and focus on steadying his breathing, but finds himself tilting sideways again. He lands with a gentle plop against Shiro’s muscular shoulder.

“You think you might pass out again?” Shiro questions, concerned.

“Mmmmm,” Keith whimpers in confirmation.

“Okay,” Shiro says softly, “Here. Head between your knees.” He gently repositions Keith, then begins rubbing his back as Keith continues to breathe unsteadily.

“What happened?!” Pidge asks, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“I…” Shiro begins to speak, but notices Keith swaying again. “Keith? You okay?” he asks softly, wrapping his arms around him to keep him steady. When Keith doesn’t respond, he bites his lip nervously. “Keith? You with us bud?” he asks urgently.

“Hnnn,” Keith chokes out a barely-audible groan.

“We must get him back to the castle.” Allura asserts. “I’ll dial in our coordinates, and-”

“N… no,” Keith breathes. “Just… gimme a minute.”

Allura doesn’t seem convinced.

“Keith,” she says tenderly, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “You’re not well, and we cannot simply standby and allow your condition to worsen. Do you understand?”

Several moments pass, punctuated only by Keith’s erratic breath, until finally, he speaks.

“But… I… don’t…” Keith struggles through each word, “You guys… you… were… having... so… much… fun… and…” He can’t even finish his sentence. His lungs are on fire and, despite his efforts to breathe steadily, he finds himself going into a coughing fit that steals so much of his breath, he thinks he might pass out again even with his head still resting between his knees.

“Calm down,” he tells himself, “Breathe.”

Eventually the coughing fit dissipates, but it takes so much out of him that he begins swaying again.

“I think he needs to lie down.” Allura suggests anxiously.

Lance takes off his suit jacket and balls it into a pillow, while Hunk lays his on the ground. Shiro helps Keith lie back, then covers him again with his own jacket. He then gently rolls Keith onto his side, just in case his stomach starts to act up again.

“I’ll hail the castle,” Allura remarks as she begins dutifully punching coordinates into a bracelet-like device around her wrist. It makes a quiet beeping noise and Allura looks up to meet the gazes of the rest of the Paladins, “It should be here in about 10 doboshes,” she states.

“Hnnn,” Keith stirs slightly, glossy eyes half-opening.

“Sh’ro?” Keith rasps.

“Hey, bud.” Shiro replies softly.

“M’sorry…” Keith mumbles.

“Hey, none of that,” Shiro says gently, running a comforting hand through Keith’s hair, “You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?”

“Mmmm,” Keith hums, barely coherent.

“Just get some rest, alright?” Shiro says tenderly, and Keith’s unconscious again before Shiro even finishes speaking.

Shiro lets out a sigh of relief. At the very least, Keith seems to be a bit more comfortable now than he was earlier.

“Okay,” Pidge says calmly, turning to Shiro, “While we’re waiting for the castle, could you... tell us what happened?”

Shiro pauses for a moment, then takes a deep, shuddering breath. “He… he looked a little off earlier when I talked to him. I knew something was wrong, but he said he just needed some air. I came out to check on him and he was… pale. Really pale... Then he suddenly collapsed. When he finally came to, he started vomiting and now…” They all look over at Keith’s form, shaking underneath Shiro’s jacket.

“Is he ill?” Allura asks, placing a hand on Keith’s forehead.

“I… I don’t know. He was burning up earlier, but now he’s freezing…” Shiro explains.

“I take it this is abnormal as far as Earth illnesses go.” Allura muses. “What did he consume tonight?” she asks, looking up at Shiro.

“I don’t…” Shiro pauses for a moment, flashing back to the conversation he’d had with Keith earlier.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just one glass of some weird gold stuff… kinda like champagne…”

“He said it was a gold liquid… kinda like champagne.” Shiro answers.

“Well, I’m not familiar with champagne,” Allura explains, “but there’s only one golden liquid I know of and that’s Lemark… it’s fairly mild, though. It shouldn’t be having this effect on him…” She turns towards Lance, “Lance, please go get Coran. The castle will be arriving shortly, and Keith will be requiring medical attention. This is definitely more serious than slight overindulgence.”

“On it,” Lance affirms as he turns to run back into the banquet hall.

Suddenly, Keith stirs again, eyes fluttering open slightly.

“Shi… Sh’ro…” he slurs.

“What is it, bud? What’s wrong?” Shiro leans closer.

“Hurts…” Keith breathes.

“What hurts, bud?”

“E… everyth’ng…” Keith rasps. Then suddenly he’s curling in on himself as his body is wracked with another harsh coughing fit.

Hunk and Shiro move to help him sit up and hold him steady. His breath hitches with each cough, and by the time he’s finished, he’s wheezing, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs.

“Okay,” Shiro tries to sound reassuring, “Okay. You’re okay.” He runs a comforting hand up and down Keith’s back. “Do you want to lie back do-” Shiro’s breath catches in his throat as he notices a small trickle of blood flowing out of Keith’s mouth.

“Keith…” Shiro breathes out in shock.

Keith gives him one last desperate look before passing out again.

Vaguely, Shiro hears Lance and Coran running over, but his mind is too busy traveling to another place to really process anything.

He’s there. The Champion - back in that ring. Crowd cheering wildly. He delivers the finishing blow, then watches as his opponent falls at his feet in slow motion. Thud. The sound echoes, then everything goes silent as he observes the unmoving body, sprawled out in front of him, crimson blood oozing from the mouth…

“...iro… hiro… Shiro!”

He snaps back to reality at the sound of Lance’s voice.

“You okay?” Lance asks, concerned.

“I… yeah… I’m fine,” he swallows, takes a deep breath, tries to pull himself together. “Keith, he… b… blood…” he exhales shakily.

“Coran’s taking care of it,” Lance reassures him, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

Shiro slowly turns to look over at Coran, who’s kneeled down in front of Keith with some type of scanner. He moves it steadily over Keith’s body, watching intently. The other Paladins are tense, unmoving - anxious to get a diagnosis.

Abruptly, the scanner begins to beep, and Shiro doesn’t miss the drop in Coran’s expression.

“What is it?” Shiro asks frantically, “What’s wrong with him?”

To be continued in part 2...

#keith #keith kogane #keith whump #vld keith #sick keith #shiro #sick #takashi shirogane #voltron #voltron whump #vld #voltron legendary defender #lance #pidge #hunk #allura #coran

[benhaardy]

Hi! Can I please get a ship for both BoRhap/ Queen? I am a girl with long chestnut hair and brown almond-shaped eyes. I have a curvy and thic figure, but I am 5’7 tall. I am an absolute bookworm, I love reading books and writing stories (smart is the new sexy) Although I am shy at first, I have built a great confidence in myself and it helped me to easily talk to everyone. I love adventures, travelling, partying and listening to great music! Let’s add that I’m a reckless one too. Thank you ☺️

I ship you with BEN and ROGER!

yall met in a dog-friendly cafe. you noticed two things. 1. frankie’s cute af 2. this handsome ass man in a beanie ummm lemme get some of that???? you go up to him and you’re first like “hey can i pet ur dog!!!!!” but he knows… he knows he’s cute, but yes you petted frankie and yall just hit it off.

first of all, he’d looooooveee reading your work and would often beg to read them before they were done. he’s fascinated the way you use words (just words!!! what!!!!) to create a whole world and scenario on paper. he’s often looking over your shoulder when you’re in the kitchen working at the table and watching you type. you feel his breath as he silently mouths the words to what you have written.

ben’s usually right next to you on the bed when you’re reading, just fiddling w something or on his phone. or both. he’ll ask you what’s happening in the book and you’ll explain but he still won’t know what’s going on and who’s who after, no matter how well you explain (#readingprobs). it’s still cute to see his confused self nodding and his brow slightly furrowed, trying to piece stuff together.

he watched how hard you work and worked towards building your confidence in yourself and couldn’t be more proud of his girl. he can’t help but beam when he sees you just be free and open around everyone.

“ben? what’s this?” you said as you picked up the two boarding passes on the kitchen counter. ben came up behind you and put his hands around your waist. “we’re going to france tomorrow and italy in two weeks! surprise!” he kissed your cheek and walked away.

^ that’s pretty normal with him tbh

he helped build your flight and road trip playlist too :ppp hes got a great music taste btw

loves taking you on set and everything and seeing you starstruck by everyone you meet tbh.

he isn’t too big on the party scene but anything to get you to move yo body on him :PPPPPPPP . seeing you in all these countries and new places he’s taking you having the time of your life is worth everything to him. you get a litttttllllleeee on the wild side when you’re in the groove (and in general) but he doesn’t mind and is rather amused and definitely in love

ben loves your body!!!!! he loves your hair and your eyes and everything about you absolutely everything!!! ahhhhhhh!!!!

kinda doesnt understand how he got some1 as great as you but he will 100% TAKE IT!

also you two slytherins unite yeet !! ravenclaw over here :D

(irl and movie roger can be imagined w this)

writing!!! you guys love it!!!! though you weren’t much on songwriting per se and he wasn’t on normal writing entirely but i love the scene of yall two sitting in bed somewhere in europe or around the world really, with notepads, you trying your hand at songwriting and him at conventional writing. lets just say… it did not turn out too well. BUT! you still help each other out with what yall do (you help him in general and he helps you with the more metaphoric/figurative/emotion writing ig?) and are both often writing writing writing with each other. you’ve written many about rog and he’s written much about you too.

thats a long headcanon so heres another bulletpoint. smart is the new sexy ;)))) and he loves your intellect wow he could listen to you talk for hours he could read what youve written for forever. like. rog loves it.

he lovesssss your outgoing personality/personality in general lol. the way both of you are mix very well and going with the headcanon above, you guys work great together and though you two wild ones would seem to butt heads it really doesn’t happen a lot. the guys fell absolutely in love with you and you have a thing in common w all of them: books, writing, quiet w bri and deac/k/y (:P), and your adventurous side w both freddie and rog. rog also gets along quite well with the people around you and you guys are just the super chill but really loud and outgoing couple lmaoo!!

travelling, partying, adventures: rog’s favourite mix. you’ve probably partied in every country in europe and are working on more!

“pack your bags, gwen!” rog yelled as he came through the front door. you were in the kitchen taking care of some bills so you called back casually, “for what, rog?” he was in front of you now, standing in the threshold of the kitchen, an unusually mischievous look on his face. “we’re going on tour for a year!” “i-i have work and the pets and everything and i-i thought id be staying her-” “don’t worry, love.” he came a step closer to you and closed his arms around you tightly. “did you really think i’d leave you here all alone? i called work and promised them some autographs and free tickets for this and the next tour — you’re fine and you’ll still have it when we get back. now let’s go upstairs and get packing.”

you had your own things to do but rog always, always made sure you wanted to go if he had a surprise for you.”are you sure?” is always his first question before you guys leave for the airport on another flight to the new place of the week. i mean 100% of times you wanted to go but then again you guys travelled probably like every weekend sooooo. you understand.

loves looking over his drums and seeing you, striking, a stand out in the crowd looking back at him. he winks and blows a kiss at you (to which he gets a little teasing but nothing he can’t handle) and you blow one back, your smile hugeeeeee. the music surrounds you and every once in a while roger catches a glimpse of you with your eyes closed, just drinking in everything and every sound

he loves your body. legiterally. like he loves it a shit ton dude. like ok it’s roger taylor ofc but it’s like roger taylor x maybe a thousand. he really likes your eyes lol its probably his favourite just like the shape and colour and their expressiveness—this boy is whipped for you.

heyyyy thanks for requesting a ship! hope you like it!! lowkey went overboard but i love going overboard on ships y’all absolutely deserve it!! had a lovely time writing this and you sound like a wonderful person. peace!

SHIP REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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