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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month

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Drunk Arthur Morgan instinctively singing "the cowardlyyy killerrr that shot mr millerrrr has laid old otisss in his graveeeee YEAHH" lives in my mind rent free

#arthur you're fascinating why are you singing about a guy getting shot <3 #moreso why do you think about otis miller so often #what a guy #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #liveblogging

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wandamaxim0f · 6 months

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Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek one-shot — Peace

Words: 1.2k

Otis x Female reader

TW: the tiniest bit of angst and lots of fluff! Also: pregnancy, anxiety, mentions of panic attacks

A/N: finally dared to post this one! I really like how it ended up, but please keep in mind english is not my first language so there may be some mistakes. I wrote this one with Peace by Taylor Swift in mind, enjoy!

Taglist: @winchesterszvonecek

And you know that I'd (...) give you my wild, give you a child

Your hands were shaking as you went to grab your cup of freshly brewed tea, the chamomile smell soothing you before you could even take a sip. You did your best to focus on the way the tea tasted, and how the warmth went through your mouth and down your throat, really trying to keep yourself grounded and not give into the panic attack that you felt around the corner.

Silly panic attack. You felt the clink of your wedding band against the beige cup. Your wedding ring, of all things. You two were married, and had been for almost a full year. Turning your head, you found the fridge with all of its magnets and notes. Some were sweet and loving, both in your handwriting and his, knowing some days one left for shift without seeing the other.

“I love you”; “Stay safe”; “Come home to me” were some of the messages the both of you had left, a reminder you had someone waiting for you after your shift at the Intelligence Unit, and he had someone waiting for him after his shift at firehouse 51.

A photo from your wedding day caught your eye. You two were married. He wouldn't leave. He wouldn't step back. He had literally signed up for this. He had scribbled down his signature on a paper that was securely put away on a folder full of important documents, and he had vowed to love you until death do you part.

The door opening startled you, even when you had woken up early to talk to him. Not that you could really sleep, anxiety keeping you awake and turning and tossing in the bed sheets; the smell that came from his shirt that you were wearing doing nothing to calm down your mind.

“Baby” called Otis, as soon as he closed the door and saw you sitting down at the kitchen island. He knew something was going on. Usually, on your days off, he would just get home and find you asleep in bed, not drinking tea in the kitchen.

Immediately, he dropped his bag and his arms found your figure, pulling you into his warm embrace and stepping in between your legs, holding you to his chest as his hands caressed your back in the way only he knew how.

“Are you okay?” he asked, already knowing you weren’t, by the way you clung to him, embracing his body with your arms and legs, and let out a shaky breath against his chest. Still, he gave you the choice to not speak about what had you up on your day off, not until you were ready.

You split from his hug, knowing you wouldn't speak if you found refuge between his strong arms. “We need to talk” you said, finding his now worried brown eyes.

Otis swallowed audibly, and a neutral expression took over his face, trying to hide the fact he was terrified. Were you going to leave him? Was your marriage over? Or did it still stand a chance? Had he messed up? Forgotten a date? Forgotten your birthday? Valentine's? Anniversary? He quickly crossed those options, your anniversary was still a month away, he already had the reservations for the weekend getaway done, and your birthday had been three months ago, he had gotten you that necklace you liked. And February was still away, so there was no chance he had forgotten Valentine’s.

“I’m sorry” he blurted out, his heart shattering at the idea of letting you down, of disappointing you “I don’t know what I did, but I will make it up to you. Please don’t leave me” he was not above begging, not when it may make the difference between you staying in his life or giving up on your marriage. Not when you were the single best thing that had ever happened to him.

Your heart melted into your chest, and tears gathered in your eyes. His forced neutral expression switched into a worried one when a tear escaped your right eye, and his thumb was quick to catch it. Whatever it was, it could not be good if you were this distraught. He had seen you in some of your worst moments, and he could count on one hand the times he had witnessed such distress in your pretty eyes.

“Babe?” he called, preparing himself to beg you to talk to him if it came down to it. You were worried, and he wanted, he needed to help you out.

“I’m pregnant” you whispered, your voice so low, Otis thought he had misheard you.

“You... what?” He exhaled, trying as hard to not let his hand find your lower abdomen, since he wasn’t sure you were happy.

Sure, the two of you had discussed starting a family, but that conversation had been held ages ago, at the early stages of your relationship. He remembered you saying you wanted to have kids, and how that was a deal breaker to you; and he remembered getting home and pestering Joe about how he had found the one.

Had you not seen his small smile, you would've freaked out. But he was smiling, and his eyes were shining with tears, so that was a good sign, right?

“I’m pregnant” you repeated, louder this time, and allowing your own hand to find your nonexistent bump.

Otis let out a high pitched scream, before hugging you tightly. His arms pulled you closer and out of the kitchen stool, picking you up and spinning you around the living area, excitement washing over him. Finally, he put you down, and his hands cradled your face, whipping away any tears.

“We’re having a baby” he whispered, happiness dripping from his words, before he started peppering your face with kisses.

“We’re having a baby” you repeated, giggling at his affection, your hands now holding his biceps.

You couldn’t understand how you could’ve been that panicked, your husband wanted desperately to be a father, but only with you. Now you let yourself feel the happiness that you had put away on a cage in your heart, and the world felt more colorful than ever.

The next morning, as you untangled from your still asleep husband, you made your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast. A new note on the fridge caught your eye, and butterflies came alive in your stomach.

Last night, Otis and you had sat down and tried to guess an estimated date in which your baby would join you, a date he had scribbled down on a piece of paper before adding “Best day ever”. Next to it, a note he must've put up while you headed towards the bedroom “Get on desk duty”.

Years ago, the idea of desk duty would’ve killed you, hating the idea of being away from the action and the adrenaline it provided, but now you were beyond happy to spend your whole day at the district.

“You two were leaving without saying goodbye?” Otis’s sleepy voice called out as he walked into the kitchen. Without saying another word, he sank to his knees and kissed your abdomen “Leaving without saying goodbye to your dad is actually kind of rude. Guess your momma and I will have to teach you some manners once you’re out of there, bub” he spoke, his hands firm on your hips.

You laughed, a hand coming to caress his hair, and he looked at you with nothing but adoration and love shining in his eyes. How could you have been so worried? You would be okay. The three of you would be okay.

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cutielando · 8 months

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Thanks a million♥️ So for the Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek requests I was thinking something along the lines of (reader aka y/n) is a new paramedic at firehouse 51 and everyone including Brian is shocked when she takes an immediate interest in him by flirting with him in front everyone… it’s not a perfect idea so pls feel free to adjust where you feel necessary, this is more of like a guideline than anything.

I was watching the episode where Terra Little joins 51 for a training shift and Otis is attracted to her but of course she chose Kelly Severide instead🥱 so I thought it would be a nice change if Otis is the guy she instantly gravitated towards because it’s very possible I mean he’s adorable common.

instant attraction

Pairing: Brian "Otis" Zvonecek x Female!Reader

"And that would be everything" Sylvie said as she finished giving you a tour of the firehouse.

Joining the 51 had been nerve-wrecking for you ever since you found out your transfer had gone through, mainly because you knew how tight everyone was and you didn't want to intrude on anything.

"Thank you for showing me around. This is much nicer than the last firehouse I was at" you said, admiring the trucks and the ambulance, which was so much nicer than your previous ones.

"How was your last firehouse?" she inquired, not having received much information about you from Chief Boden.

"Typical boy house. I was the only female in the entire house, so you can imagine the atmosphere. The only one who wasn't bothered by my presence was my partner, but we were the same age, so that helped a little" you explained, continuing to walk around.

"I can promise you that it's going to be different here. Our guys are the best, you're going to fit right in with everyone" she smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, steering you in the kitchen direction.

You didn't say anything as you slowly walked towards everyone, each of them minding their own business in the kitchen.

"Guys, this is Y/N. She's the new paramedic I was telling you about" Sylvie announced as you stopped in your tracks where everyone could see you.

"Hi" you said and waved shyly, not used to having so many intimidating pairs of eyes on you at the same time.

Each of them got up and introduced themselves one at a time, wishing you a warm welcome.

"I'm Brian, but everyone here calls me Otis. Welcome to 51, I hope you'll feel at home here" the most handsome man you'd ever seen said as he stood before you, hand outstretched.

You slowly brought your hand up and shook his, electricity quickly spreading through your body when your skin touched his. You inhaled a deep breath, Otis doing the same, which made you smile because it only meant that he felt the connection too.

"Y/N, nice to meet you. I'm positive I'll feel more than welcome here, especially with you around" the words stumbled out of your mouth before you could even think about stopping them.

You saw a slight blush coat Otis' cheeks as he looked around at his colleagues, all looking at the interaction between the two of you with much interest.

Otis cleared his throat and made you snap back to reality, suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at the two of you and your hands still holding onto each other.

"Otis, why don't you finish the rest of the tour? Show her where we sleep when on shift and the lockers and showers and everything" Sylvie spoke up, sneakily winking at the flustered firefighter.

"Um, ye-yeah, sure. This way" Otis said and motioned for you to follow him.

You turned around briefly to look at Sylvie, who winked at you and smiled, making you smile back.

"She did this on purpose, didn't she?" you asked him, trailing after him down the corridor.

"Sylvie? Yeah, she likes to think she's Cupid and her main goal in life is setting people up every chance she gets. I'm sorry about this" he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"You don't have to be sorry, I'm not complaining one bit" you smiled at him, trying to show him that you were enjoying the situation to the fullest.

"Oh, great. That's, um, that's good" Otis said, cursing under his breath at how awkward he sounded.

"You haven't done this in a while, have you?" you questioned, trying to ease the tension.

"Is it that obvious?" he laughed, the rigidness in his shoulder slightly lessening.

"Maybe just a little" you laughed with him.

"I'm just not used to women showing interest in me first. It's always Casey or Severide or anybody else that gets the girls. It's never me" he explained, which made you feel a little sad for him.

Otis was nothing short of hot and extremely handsome, you couldn't understand why women wouldn't approach him.

"Well, if you're asking me, you're way hotter than everyone else in this firehouse" you leaned in and whispered in his ear before walking away.

You heard Otis inhale a deep breath behind you, making you smile.

You had a feeling you were going to enjoy life at 51.

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fereldanwench · 9 days

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goddamnit man i've set up a shot TWICE now

the first time i accidentally exited photomode and had to set everything up again

and then the second time i launched otis and got some weird error that made the game crash

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

#some days i regret ever starting to hotsample lmao #no going back now bc i can totally tell the difference in my own shots #but otis is such a headache some days #t: wench.txt

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winchesterszvonecek · 8 months

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Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Girl Talk: Otis misinterprets your girl talk with Shay and Dawson

Third Date: After your third date with Brian, you finally decide to introduce him to your baby daughter and things couldn’t have gone more perfect

The Zoo: After introducing Brian to your baby girl, he joins the two of you on your daughters first trip to the zoo

Closing Time: 18+ Leaving your phone at Molly’s leads to a surprising turn of events

Runaway Bride: Brian can’t let you get married without telling you how he feels

Insecure: Otis feels insecure in his relationship with you every time he’s reminded that your ex boyfriend is Lieutenant Kelly Severide

It Made Me Think of You: Otis gives you a gift that made him think of you as a way to finally confess his feelings for you

Headache: Otis takes care of you when you get a headache

Dressing Room: Your shopping trip changes for the better when you bump into a rather cute firefighter in the dressing

Pool Table: You and Otis bet against each other during a game of pool

Laser Tag: Cruz gets fed up when you and Otis keep making out during laser tag

Stood Up: After getting stood up on your date, you find yourself bumping into some much better company

Morning After: You wake up next to Brian for the first time

Come to Bed: You try and get Brian to come to bed

Big Hug Mug: You accidentally break Otis’s favourite mug and his reaction was not at all what you expected it to be

First Christmas: Your first proper Christmas with Brian becomes that much more special when he asks you that one magical question

The Gala: You and Brian attend the CFD gala together where things quickly turn from boring to steamy 18+

“Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

“You take me so well.” 18+

“I wish you would just look at me for two seconds.”

Things you said at 1am.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” “O-Okay.” 18+

“Okay, but I think we should do that again. For research purpose. For humanity.”

For one muse to take the other from behind. 18+

Cliché

Trouble

“If you don’t turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I’m gonna masturbate right here.” + “Show me how you pleasure yourself.” 18+

Surprise

Bonfire

“Damn you look good on your knees.” + “You taste so good.” 18+

Gift

No one’s ever done this for me before

“Now everyone knows you’re off limits.”

“Do you want my fingers?” 18+

Sharing ice-cream

“You know, I talk to a lot of people every single day. I hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff; I hear it all. And the only voice I really wanna listen to is yours, you know? Even when you’re driving me crazy. So come on. Please… Just drive me crazy again?”

To take a hot bath with my muse 18+

“Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” + “Don’t act so shy now.” + “Stop, you’re making me blush in public.”

“My muscles are aching.” “They weren’t aching last night when we were…” “Shut up, that’s exactly the reason why they are aching right now.”

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

How He’d React:

To you asking him out on a date rather than the other way round

To finding out you hadn’t seen his favourite movie/TV show

To you wearing his clothes

Play Pretend: You ask Otis to attend your family reunion with you on one condition… that he pretends to be your boyfriend. complete - ao3 link

Original Character (ao3):

To Hell and Back: Chicago Fire x Supernatural crossover - In which Otis comes to learn about what’s truly out there when he finds himself falling for a Winchester ongoing

One Night Stand: In which after a drunken one night stand, Otis makes it his mission to track down the woman who he can’t seem to forget. complete ✔️

City of Smoke: In which a new paramedic has a rocky start at firehouse fifty-one, but after working her way into the hearts of those in the house, she soon finds she’d worked her way into one of their hearts just a little too much. complete ✔️

A Slow Burn: In which a new truck member catches the eyes, and the heart, of fifty-one’s very own Otis. complete ✔️

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sjhhemmings · 4 months

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Chicago Fire Masterlist 🔥

Character List (closed for requests):

Brian Zvonecek

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Jeff Clarke

One Shots:

Give me a hug?pt.1 - Brian Zvonecek

Give me a hug?pt.2 - Brian Zvonecek

It was was never you - Brian Zvonecek

I couldn’t resist - Brian Zvonecek

Buy me a drink?pt.1 - Brian Zvonecek

Happy Birthday - Kelly Severide

Welcome Home - Jeff Clarke

Fighter - Matt Casey

Imagines:

Chief’s Daughter - Brian Zvonecek

What you need - Matt Casey

Prompts:

Forbidden Love #14 - Brian Zvonecek

Deep Cuddling #21 - Brian Zvonecek

Various Question Sentence Starter - Brian Zvonecek

Midnights #5 - Jeff Clarke

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 1 year

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Of Love And War || B.P

Pairing : Bloody Painter// Helen Otis X Reader Genre : Angst, fluff, yandere (also x hogwarts) Summary : Helen had always been in love with yoou. What will he do when he has to choose between the dark arts and you? Wordcount:7k Triggers: uhh, people die, Helen’s obv crazy,, Harry Potter spoilers I think that’s it, oh also reader isn’t entirely sane either

[ A/N: It took a while, but it’s finally here. : ) ]

Hogwarts, 1st year

" Hi, I'm Y/N L/N. I see you haven't got a project partner yet. Wanna partner up? "

Helen glanced up from his desk as he's approached. He's aware of who you are. You're nice, a stereotypical Hufflepuff. The only thing that sets you apart from your housemates is that you've actually got a bite to your bark when provoked.

This makes you quite popular amongst your housemates.

" Why? Did your friends ditch you? " Helen snaps back rudely.

His housemate, Theodore Nott, snorts. Helen doesn't get why he's listening in, but as long as Nott won't bother him, he doesn't care.

" They partnered up with each other. If you don't want to be partners, that's fine, I'll just find someone else. " You shrug, seemingly unbothered by his rude attitude.

You turn around to walk off, but before you can take a step, Helen suddenly finds his own hand clasped loosely around your wrist.

" No, I need a partner too anyway, when can we meet? "

" Hey Otis! " Draco Malfoy calls out into the commonroom as soon as Helen enters.

Helen sighs, not in the mood for Malfoy's bullshit.

" Yes? "

" So, L/N, huh? I didn't estimate you to be that low. She's a muggle born, is she not? " He scoffs, a disgusted look on his face.

Helen barely glances his way.

" I'm surprised to know that you manage to find time to butt into my business, Malfoy. If I were you, I'd study more for Charms. Your last grades were rather, embarrassing... Were they not? "

Draco's eyes widen. No one's ever spoken to him like that before, but then again, he's never bothered to cross paths with Helen before.

Hogwarts, Year 2

" Y/N, what are you doing here? " Helen whispers harshly as he spots his best and only friend.

" What? Oh, hi Helen. I was looking for a good book to read. Why, is something wrong? " You ask him.

" There's a monster loose who's out for muggle borns and you're casually hanging out by yourself. Don't do that. " He crosses his arms as he stands beside you.

" Don't worry. I'll be okay. Besides, it's broad daylight-"

" I doubt the monster would care. Do me a favor, just stick around me. "

Your big eyes look up at Helen's words, before your lips turn up into a teasing smirk.

" Awe, do you actually care about me? "

He raises a brow at you.

" Of course I do. You're the only person who's... I don't know, durable, I guess. " He shrugs.

" I find you durable too. "

Hogwarts, Year 3

" Helen? "

Said male woke up at the sound of his name being called.

" Huh, what is it Y/N? " He grumbles.

All of the students have been gathered in the great hall, the reason for it being Sirius Black on the loose.

" Can I sleep beside you? " You ask him, no further explanation said.

He slightly opens his eyes, glancing at you. Once he realizes you're most probably scared, he nods.

" Yeah, whatever. "

And so you take the sleepingbag beside him. He's surprised you don't immediately quack his head off like you usually do, instead, you get into a comfortable position, and close your eyes.

Helen can't help himself. He keeps looking at you for a while. He never really realized, but you really are gorgeous.

It doesn't take long before you've drifted off.

Neither of you mention it when you wake up cuddled into each other.

Hogwarts, Year 4

" Helen, look at how cute this creature is! " You yell as you thrust the book of magical creatures you're looking at in his face.

Helen blinks, needing a few minutes to be able to read what's on the page.

" Bowtruckles? Really? They're not cute, they're pests. "

You blink.

" You say that as if you've seen them before. "

" Because I have. They live in the trees behind the mansion I live in. " Helen says unimpressed, pushing your book aside to go back to reading his homework.

" Wait so you have?-"

" Yes I have, no I will not show you. Also stop blabbering, and focus on your homework for once. " He says, smiling wryly at the end.

He takes your book gently, closing it and setting it aside. Once it's placed on the table, he places a hand behind your head, suddenly pulling you close.

" Study. " He says, his voice giving you shivers before he pulls away again.

You blush faintly as he pulls away.

Had Helen always been that attractive?

" I dare you to swap wands with Y/N for a whole day. " Lui grins evilly.

You cough, before choking and eventually breathing again.

" What? That's not fair. My wand is the biggest traitor in the world, it works for almost everyone. Helen's is more loyal than,, I don't even know. That's how loyal it is." You complain.

Helen grins, holding his wand out to you. You huff and roll your eyes, before holding in out your own as well.

" Please don't listen to him." You whisper to your wand as you hand it to him.

Helen snorts, taking yours as you take his.

About twenty minutes later, you're in your defense against th dark arts class, and you feel sweat break out as you're stood on a dueling table, a classmate of yours stood opposite you.

You swallow, glancing down at Helen's wand which you're holding.

Time to test his wands' loyalty.

Your classmate opens her mouth, ready to fire a spell at you, but although nervous, you don't back down.

" Expelliarmus!" You shout.

To your ( and your friends') surprise, your classmate's wand flies out of their fingers.

" Well done Y/N, well done!" Your substitute teacher calls out with a proud grin.

You and Helen blink owlishly at one another.

Hogwarts, Year 5

" I think I'm going to join the Inquisitorial Squad. " Helen suddenly says as the two of you are chilling near the Black Lake.

" What? Why? " You ask him.

He shrugs.

" For the extra credit. "

" You don't even need that though, you're top of the class. " You point out as you lay down in the grass.

Helen glances at you for a moment, before scooting closer to you, pulling you into his embrace.

" Promise me you won't engage in any stupid activities. "

" Bombarda Maxima. "

Draco seemed smug when he pulls Cho Chang in front of the broken down wall.

Helen felt anything but as his eyes connected with yours.

Why didn't you listen to him?

Helen and you barely spoke after he caught you being part of Dumbledore's Army. That doesn't mean he actually let you out of his sight though.

" I caught these two trying to help the Weasley girl! " Draco exclaimed proudly as he walked into Umbridge's office, holding who he recognized to be Neville Longbottom and you.

His cold eyes never left yours the moment you entered the room.

He had originally been called to fetch veritaserum so Umbridge could question Harry Potter.

" I'm afraid you used the last of it already, professor. " He tells Umbridge, though he keeps his eyes on you.

Umbridge opens her mouth, ready to tell him to go fetch Snape, but he's already towering over Draco before a word can leave her mouth.

" Hand her over to me. "

Draco doesn't think twice before pushing you into Helen's arms.

" I thought I told you to stay out of trouble. " He whispers harshly to you.

" Yeah, well, that's pretty hard when she's headmaster. " You bite back.

" Shut it, you'll only get into more trouble. " He hisses.

Meanwhile, Snape has dropped by, Harry said something sketchy to him and now Hermoine's yelling something about a secret weapon.

Moments later, the golden three are out of the room, along with Umbridge.

" Well then-"

" Do with them whatever you like. I'll have a good talk with her. " Helen says before Draco can even finish his sentence.

Next thing you know is that he's roughly pulling you out of the room and into the hallway.

" Hey! No need to be so rough! -"

" If you don't want me to be so rough, fucking listen to me! " He yells suddenly, slamming you into the wall.

You blink, fear slowly seeping into you. He's never been rough with you. Nor have you ever seen him mad before.

When he finally catches up to your reaction, he slowly lets go of the shoulder he's had pressed against the wall.

" Look, sorry, but-"

" I'm not someone you can boss around Helen, you should know that by now. " You tell him carefully.

" Boss around?! The only reason I'm bossing you around is because you easily manage to get into trouble- Which I in turn hate, because Umbridge is a major bitch. " He bursts out suddenly, running a hand through his hair.

He turns to look at you, his crystal blue eyes boring into yours with an unusual amount of emotion and affection.

He carefully steps closer to you, and when you don't step away, he cups your face with both of his hands.

" I'm in love with you, Y/N. "

Your eyes widen at his confession. Yes, you most definitely have a crush on him too, but love?

You carefully place your hands on his sides.

" Helen, I like you too. "

He doesn't need to hear anymore as he connects your lips together. He gives you a soft peck, never having kissed anyone before.

He's your first kiss as well, but you're less shy. You move one of the hands on his sides to cup his face, pulling him back to you.

You might not know what the future holds for you, but you believe you'll be okay in the battle against he-who-musn't-be-named with him by your side.

Malfoy Manor, summer before 6th year

Helen's monotone expression remains the same as he comes face to face with the dark lord himself.

" Ah, Helen it is? I believe you'll be a great addition to my army. I trust you accept? " The dark lord speaks to him.

Helen doesn't need to look at his parents to know that this is what they want him to do.

" Of course. " He answers, voice holding no tone of flattery.

" Good, good, just the answer I hoped. You see, I've set a mission for your friend, Draco. I, however, believe it's best if you help. " The dark lord tells him.

Helen nods, shortly glancing at Draco who's seemingly trying his best not to quiver.

Your eyes widen as you look at the letter your friend Hermoine send you.

Dear Y/N,

Hi, Hermoine here. I was out with Ron and Harry the other day when I saw Malfoy and Otis acting suspicious by Borgin and Burks. I know we're not close, but I thought that Malfoy and Otis weren't either. Just giving you a heads up in case he's now on you-know-who's side.

Can't wait to see you in school!

Hermoine Granger

Did Helen really join him?

Hogwarts, Year 6

So far, things have been relatively grim between you and Helen. The two of you talk, as you always do, but sometimes he randomly runs off with Malfoy, sometimes for hours on end, without any explanation.

" What's going on with you and Malfoy? "

Helen looks up as he hears you ask the question he dreads to answer.

" Nothing. We don't talk all that often, why? "

" 'You don't talk that often? ' He literally came to pick you up from our study date yesterday. " You raise a brow.

He sighs, but doesn't say anything otherwise.

" Look, I know you're hiding something. I also feel like it's got something to do with you-know-who being back. I need you to tell me Helen, are we together in the war that will no doubt be coming, or not? "

He remains silent, confirming your fears.

" Okay. I guess I'll see you arou-"

He's pulling you right back down beside him before you can finish your sentence and properly get up from the grass.

" You're right. I'm afraid we won't be on the same team when it comes to the war Y/N." He sighs, his eyes turning sad.

You haven't seen him so emotional since last year, when he confessed his feelings for you. Now, he's got a tight grip on your hand. He's avoiding eye contact, but his deep blue eyes look sad whilst he's looking out on the black lake. You know what it means; he's worried about something.

" This summer wasn't like any other. Malfoy and I were approached by the Dark Lord to join his side. We know better than to say no. Now we've been charged a mission. I won't burden you with what.... " He explains.

You look at your boyfriend, shocked by what he's telling you.

" Just, please tell me, are you asked to kill someone? " You ask, taking the hand he's holding into both of your own.

In return, he pulls you into his side, wrapping the arm you were holding around you as he replaces it with his free hand in your own.

" Yes. "

" I once knew a boy, he was quite like you you see, he made all the wrong choices-"

" Get it over with Malfoy. " Helen hisses, stepping out from where he was hidden in the shadows.

" Otis?-"

" I don't need a peptalk. I'm morally much worse than you know. " He says.

Dumbledore could tell he was right. Helen's eyes were dark, filled with some kind of unexplained rage. Like he's been carrying around anger for a very long time.

In a quick attempt to keep Helen from doing what Dumbledore has asked Severus to do, he tries to get through to him.

" What would miss L/N think, Helen? "

" She'll never know. " He says, slipping his wand out of his pocket.

Just as Dumbledore hoped, the sound of more people arriving catches their attention.

" There's others? How? "

" The vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement. It has a twin. "

The Burrow, summer after 6th year

" What was the first thing I said to you when Helen became our housemate?! " Link yells as he points his wand at you and his own twin brother Ben.

Ben is quick to react, pulling his own wand out and pointing it back at his twin while he pulls you protectively behind his form.

" What the hell is this about Link-"

" Answer me! "

" That he looks like a damn angel and smells like flowers! " Ben yells frustrated.

You pop your head out from behind his back.

" I mean, I agree- but,, what? "

Link grins, lowering his wand.

" We have to check everyone this way, they knew we were coming. " Link says, stepping inside of the burrow, letting you and Ben in as well.

Today, the trace has finally faded on Harry, and because of that, you, Ben, Link and Lui were helping with bringing him to the Burrow, the Weasleys' household. You had been paired up with Ben (with you morphing into Harry, thanks to the Polyjuice potion. Now, you're thankfully back in your own skin.) Everyone is also staying at least until the wedding of Ron's brother Billy and Fleur.

" George! Are you okay? " You ask as you see him nearly passed out on the couch, his twin by his side as always.

" Oh, yeah, feeling kinda holy, don't worry.-"

" Y/N! Thank Merlin you made it! " Hermoine calls suddenly, running to you to give you a big hug.

" Hermoine! You too." You smile as you return the hug.

It thankfully doesn't take long until the rest arrives.

" Mad eye's dead. Mundunges fled as soon as he saw the first death eater appear. " Billy says, bringing an uncomfortable silence with him.

You smile sadly at the couple who're dancing. You're happy for them, truly, but you're also sad, as they remind you of what (or rather who) you're missing.

" Pitty party for one I see, mind if I join? "

You look up from where you seated to see Link standing there.

You snort.

" Sure, sit down. "

" Kind of sad that they're having a wedding right now." You say as soon as he sat down.

" You think so? " He asks in return.

" Yeah, you don't? "

" I think it's rather cute that they choose to die married, kind of. "

" I mean, I guess you could see it like that too. Never expected you to be a 'till death do us part' kind of guy. " You tease.

Understandably so too, Link had always been a player for as long as you knew him.

" What can I say, I suppose I'm full of surprises. "

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you after that for a moment, until he spoke the words you dreaded to hear.

" You know, I saw him. " Link started carefully, looking at your face.

" When we escorted Harry here. He didn't shoot a spell at me, but I can't read him. He didn't exactly seem to be there against his will either-"

" He was forced Link, just like everyone else in that wretched army. "

" I know, but still. You should be careful.... I think there's a chance- DUCK! " Link cut himself off as he threw himself on you, pulling the both of you down.

Death eaters started breaking down the tent, shooting spells left and right. From the corner of your eye, you could see the golden trio apparate.

" Wand out, Y/N." Link says as he gets up, throwing spells right back at them.

You get up too, intending to do the same. However, before you've even properly drawn your wand out, someone knocks you out.

When you wake up again, you're in some kind of underground cellar, Luna, and who you recognize to be the wandmaker Ollivander are with you.

" Y/N was it right, are you okay? " Luna asks.

You cough, carefully getting up.

" Uhm, sort of I think? You're Luna right? Luna Lovegood? "

" Yes, that's me. "

" Where are we? What happened? "

" We're in the basement of Malfoy Manor, I'm afraid we're taken. "

" We did not manage to catch him, my lord-"

" Fools! How is it, that even a simple task, you cannot manage! " He-who-musn't-be-named booms as he walks over to the poor man, who gulps in fear.

" M-my lord, we did manage to take two girls. We believe they're relatively close to Potter. Mayhaps they could help? " Another, who had been part of the wedding crashing, asked carefully.

The dark lord looked him cold in the eye, contemplating on whether he should kill him or not, but eventually waved him off.

" Get them, perhaps we can get some information out of them. "

The man immediately scrambles off, doing as told.

Draco turns to carefully look at Helen, who's sat beside him. The black haired male was much colder than he had anticipated, in fact, sometimes Helen seemed to enjoy torturing people, hurting them.

He was unbreakable, nothing seemed to get to him.

Until today that is.

Helen's eyes widen as he recognized the pair of (E/C) eyes who seemed to stare right back at him.

However, knowing better than to show emotion in this environment, he quickly wiped his emotions off his face.

No one is to know you two were something.

And so he watched. He watched as another death eater started using the cruciatus curse on Luna whilst questioning you. He watched as you didn't give in. He watched as they in turn used the curse on you. He watched with pain as Luna didn't give in. It went on like that for a while, until the dark lord grew impatient.

You didn't look him in the eye once.

" Enough. If they don't want to speak, that's fine. Kill them." He ordered.

Helen felt his heart stop as you finally broke eye contact, hanging your head, ready to die.

" Don't. " Helen says suddenly.

He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't yell, doesn't show any emotion.

The dark lord's cold eyes turn to him now, daring him to give an explanation.

" They'll be no use to us dead. Lovegood's father will look for her. As will Drowned's for Y/N. " He says, not stuttering once.

" Mayhaps, we should sent them a note. Lucius, I trust you own an owl? "

Eventually, hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks.

Helen watches you suffer sometimes, not budging with interfering.

Luna was at some point left alone, for she seemed to be more of use as long as she was alive.

You on the other hand? You were close to breaking. The torturing truly got to you, and Helen watched painfully as you turn into the ghost of yourself. Your skin which once shined was now dull and dirty, your hair matted, and you've lost so much weight. Your eyes get to him the most. They don't look at him with the hope you once had for him anymore.

One day, he finally has enough.

" That's enough. She'll die. She'll be useless to us dead. " He stops Bellatrix from murdering you.

" What, it sounds to me as if you have a soft spot for this one, Otis~" Bellatrix laughs cruelly.

" Not at all, Lestrange. But I doubt the dark lord would be happy with her dead when he specifically told you to keep her alive. " Helen glares back, stepping closer.

Due to his height, he towers over her. Her heels barely giving her enough height to make them face to face.

She scoffs, obviously bummed he interrupted her fun.

That night, Helen finally goes down to see you.

" Y/N? " He asks carefully as he opens the door to the cellar.

" H-Helen? " He hears you call back to him.

The basement is dark, and he whispers a small spell to create light.

" Y/N." Helen breaths out as he walks over to where you're cuddles up in a corner.

" Leave her alone! " Luna suddenly jumps in his way, pushing him back.

" Haven't you done enough damage to her?! " She yells, although she keeps her voice soft.

Helen feels a new emotion dwell up in him. He doesn't like Luna. How dare she say that when she didn't budge to say anything when they tortured you?

He can't seem to control himself as he pushes her aside roughly, her head hitting one of the columns.

He doesn't watch to see how she does, instead he stalks over to you.

It scares you to the point where you try to press yourself further into the wall. But he's having none of that, instead taking you into his arms and taking you upto his room.

Once you've arrived in a different room on the third floor, you look at him.

" What are you doing? "

" Saving you. "

" Why? "

Helen glances at your face, but doesn't say anything else.

" Do you need help getting yourself clean in the bathroom? " He asks instead pulling you up with one hand on your lower arm and one on your waist.

He doesn't miss how your skin shivers at his touch.

" No. " You say as you try to push him away.

However, the moment you're on your feet by yourself, you nearly collapse, had it not been for Helen who caught you.

" Seems you do though. "

A few weeks later, Malfoy Manor

So far, Helen has been keeping you in his room.

You've been walking around in his clothes, sleeping beside him in his bed and did well by keeping quiet.

He says he's planning an escape for the two of you, but you know better than to believe him.

He's always been calculated and quick, if he had a plan, it would be put to action by now.

Instead, you're left to wait for the right moment.

He's made the stupid mistake of giving you your wand back, with the empty promise that you wouldn't use it.

For now, you can't yet, considering it would most probably only bring you trouble, and impossibly more pain.

Currently, you're seated in the window sill. It's a relatively sunny day out, but of course, you're stuck inside.

The moment you hear footsteps in the hallway, you turn your head to face the door, your hand on your wand beside you.

The door opens, but like always, it's just Helen.

" Hey, how do you feel?" He asks, face void of a smile.

You miss his smile. You miss the Helen you used to know.

You don't respond, instead turning to face the window again.

You hear Helen sighs, before you hear him approach you.

" You wanted to see Bowtruckles sometime, right?" He asks suddenly, pulling out a chair to sit on from the desk beside the window.

You turn to look at him, but don't say anything, though the question is clear in your eyes.

He reaches into his hoodie's pocket, and pulls out a small green twig-leaf like creature.

Your eyes widen.

It's a Bowtruckle.

For the first time in a while, he actually smiles, and holds his hand out to you. And for the first time in a while, you take it.

The Bowtruckle seems to be scared of the both of you, but still jumps onto your hand.

The window sill is low, and as Helen scoots closer, into your personal space bubble.

You put your wand in the same hand which is holding the Bowtruckle, something the creature appreciates.

While you're busy fawning over the Bowtruckle (you even tell Helen you're naming it Twig), Helen has his eyes on you.

This is the happiest he's seen you in a while, and he can't help himself when he turns your face, kissing you full on the lips for the first time.

Your eyes widen, but you don't push him away, instead pulling him in closer with your free hand, you don't even realize when you start crying. He also pulls you in closer, holding the back of your neck.

When the two of you pull away from one another, he wipes your tears.

" I know I've made all the wrong choices, and that I don't deserve you- but please know, I really do love you, Y/N."

A few months later, Malfoy Manor

You've always been patient, something you're very grateful for right now.

Finally, today seems to be your lucky day.

" Come. " Helen calls you over suddenly from the doorway of his room.

You were on the other side of the room, looking through the window, aimless on what to do.

" Why? " You ask carefully.

Helen rolls his eyes but walks over to you, taking you by your arm.

" You're going to identify Harry Potter. Don't do anything stupid, I can't do much with the other death eaters around. "

And so, seconds later, you're sat down in front of a man who's most probably Harry Potter.

" I-I don't know. " You stutter out.

You're scared out of your wits, surrounded by some of the people who've tortured you the worst.

" Think harder! " Bellatrix screams at you, making you flinch.

" I really d-don't know. "

" Get Draco. "

Draco, who was just as 'unsure' as you, didn't clear much up either.

However, in a sudden turn of events, Bellatrix spots a sword, and Harry and Ron are ushered to the basement. Bellatrix makes a move to come for you too, but to everyone's surprise, Helen actually draws his wand out.

He wraps a possessive arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close against his body, and raises his wand to her chin within a quick motion.

" Touch her. " He hisses out.

" I fucking dare you. "

Bellatrix glares back at him, hard enough to make you shake in fear.

" You can't keep your pet forever. I'm going to kill her one day or another. " Bellatrix hisses before turning around to torture Hermoine.

When Helen feels you start to shake even worse at Hermoine's screams, he turn you around, pushing your face into his shoulder, as if to offer comfort. The hand which is holding his wand wrapping around your waist.

After a while, it thankfully stops.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bellatrix' wand goes flying.

Harry and Ron come up from the basement, and suddenly you feel something you haven't felt in a while, hope.

However, Bellatrix isn't easily defeated, and brings a dagger up to Hermoine's throat, making Harry and Ron stop as they were fighting Draco and Narcissa.

You're not sure what to expect from there, but then suddenly the chandelier squeaks, and eventually it falls down, as an unfamiliar house elf drops it.

You take this as your moment to run, you elbow Helen hard in the stomach as you run over to Ron, Harry, Hermoine, a gringgotts creature and the house elf, picking up everyone's wands on the way there.

" You stupid elf! You could've killed me! " Bellatrix screams.

Helen just looks at you, emotionless, unreadable.

You don't know what he's thinking.

" Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to seriously injure. " The house elf, you guess Dobby, says.

Narcissa raises her wand to do something about it, but with a click of the house elf's fingers, her wand flies into his hands.

" How dare you take a witch's wand?! How dare you defy your masters?! " Bellatrix screams, outraged.

Dobby stands up straight, the look on his face serious.

" Dobby has no masters. Dobby is a free elf. And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends. " He speaks bravely, before he nudges everyone to hold hands.

The last thing you see is Bellatrix throwing a dagger at you before you disapparate.

When you arrive at the new location, you feel sand. You're momentarily numb to your surroundings. You can't hear anyone, you only see.

Freedom.

Finally.

After only being able to look into the sad yard of Malfoy Manor, you're finally outside.

After a minute, you register the pained screams from Harry, and it takes a moment longer before you've registered that the dagger that Bellatrix had thrown had hit Dobby. And that he's passed now.

Silent tears escape your eyes as you walk over to the group.

" There, he looks more peaceful now. " Luna says as she closes his eyes.

" I'm so sorry. " You whisper.

Luna wraps a kind arm around you, as everyone else is too broken about what happened.

" Y/N! " Link yells as he all but runs over to you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace.

" I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let go of you-"

" Hey, sush, you couldn't have done anything, Link. Nothing could've saved me. " You sniff as you hold him just as tight.

" Still, I'm so sorry. "

" I was so scared." You cry.

Link rubs your back comfortingly, and after a while, you calm down a little.

" I was with him most of the time." You confess.

Link's eyes widen, pulling away from him slightly.

" You mean with Helen? What was he like?"

" I don't know. With me, he was sweet. But when there were other people around he just, seemed like an entire different person."

Link sighs.

" I'm afraid we'll have to see what's become of him when it comes down to it."

" Hello, I'm sorry to bother. Can I ask you a few questions?" You ask as you step into Ollivander's room.

" Of course, come in. " He tells you kindly, straightening his posture in awareness.

" How are you?" You ask him as you sit down on stool opposite him.

" I'm alright. Healing I'd say. How are you?"

" Quite the same. You see I have a Bowtruckle. I just.. don't know how to care for it." You say as you fish the creature out of the pocket of your hoodie.

Ollivander smiles, and you hold out Twig so he can hold it if he wants to. To your surprise, Twig actually moves onto his hand as soon as it's offered.

" Peculiar creatures, Bowtruckles. Much like the wood of their hometree, they rarely bond with more than one person. Did young Otis give you this?" He asks.

Your eyes widen, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

" Don't worry. I don't judge you. I remember back when I was in school and in love. it seems so long ago." He says with a smile.

" I saw the way the Otis looked at you. I believe he might be mad, but there's a big chance he's also mad for you."

He doesn't look at you as he speaks, instead looking at the bowtruckle.

" They eat bugs. I'd recommend letting it go, but I have no idea where a tree with wood worthy of a wand is." He finally tells you, holding his hand out to yours, Twig jumping back onto your hand without second thought.

" Uhm, thank you." You eventually say, not knowing how to react.

How did Ollivander know?

The Burrow, A few weeks later

" Harry got into Hogwarts. " Kingsley says.

" This is it. " Tonks says as she takes her lover's hand.

" The last battle. " Lupin sighs.

" We better go. " Fred says, and one by one everyone starts disapparating.

" Link, disapparate me with you, I can't do it by myself yet. "

" No, stay here-"

" I'm going to fight, Link. I have a right to make them pay after what they did to me. " You say, although you don't fully mean it.

But you can't let your friends fight alone.

" If you panic or can't handle it anymore, you run and hide, deal? "

" But-"

" Deal or no deal? Otherwise you're not coming. " He says.

" Fine, deal. "

The preparations for the battle scare you. You're stood with Link, Ben and Lui. The friends you've made this year.

All of you are just watching as the shield is drawn up around you, eventually connecting.

" This is it guys. " Ben says softly.

" Never figured we'd make it this far. " Lui says.

Link scoffs, giving him a look.

" What's that even supposed to mean? "

" You slept through all your classes. Ben was busy drawing random doodles instead of actually taking notes and Y/N was usually busy bullying Helen- speaking of him, what will you do if you come face to face with him? " Lui asks, turning to face you.

You shrug, you hadn't thought of that.

" I don't know, I guess I'll just actively avoid him. " You say, not entirely sure on what to do either.

" I don't think you can, Y/N. From what happened at Malfoy Manor- I think he'll go looking for you first thing. " Link points out.

You hum, thinking for a moment. Truth to be told, you're scared. You don't know what'll be of Helen. You know he's definitely done some horrible stuff. And you could barely recognize him when you were locked up with him.

" Just stay close to any of us. Well all be taking the back flank anyway, right? " Ben suggests.

" Yeah-" Link starts, however, he's cut off as hundreds of spells hit the shield.

" You'll go looking for L/N, won't you? " Draco asks Helen, who gave him a blank look, before throwing another spell on the shield.

" Why do you need to know? "

" I've got to go get something. From Potter. I could use some back up. "

" Ask your aunt, she seems to quite enjoy herself. " He says, throwing a short glance at Lestrange, who was indeed, having 'fun'.

The dark lord however, was not, it seemed to be taking too long, and so he finally drew his wand.

And so, the field collapsed.

" Look, I doubt Voldemort will win. I just want Y/N. I don't care about him or his fickle obsession with power and eternal life. " Helen spat, before apparating straight into the Great Hall, on his way to you.

You're running. Chaos is surrounding you from everywhere. As expected, You've lost Link. Instead you thankfully did find Jeff, Lui's brother. You have no idea who's side he's on if you're honest, but he seems to have your back. So you'll have his for now.

Unbeknownst to you, Helen is already out looking for you. From a distance, he looks untouchable. Like always, he remains unbothered and untouchable, making his way through the crowd without much trouble.

He doesn't look at who he fires a spell, he doesn't care who's friend he just killed, he has his mind set on only one thing. You.

He's done waiting.

He'll do whatever it takes to have you now.

Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to find you. He's less pleased to see you're not alone, instead back to back with Jeff.

He doesn't need to call you before your eyes connect.

You freeze. Jeff turns around to yell at you when he feels you freeze up, but when he turns to see Helen a short distance away, he too freezes.

No one says anything, everything around you happens in slowmotion.

Untill the building starts to rumble.

Jeff is the first to react, running off without second thought. Helen is next, pulling you into him before he leads the two of you away.

He covers you as the roof of the hallway you're stood in breaks, and when he trips over a fallen piece of brick, he makes sure you don't hit the ground.

He holds you close to his body, reveling in the feeling of having you close to him.

After a moment, you finally seem to come to your senses when you get up again. And after a moment of pondering about it, you hold out a hand to Helen.

He takes it without hesitation.

" Y/N I-"

He's interrupted with Voldemort's message. He's withdrawing his forces, calling out to Harry personally this time. By the time he's done, you swallow.

" Seems you have to go." You swallow.

Your grip on his hand loosens, , but his tightens.

" I'm not going anywhere, N/N." He says

You don't know how to reply. Your mind is overrun with opinions and thoughts of him.

Before, you seemed so sure he had gone bad, that he was a terrible person. But now? Everytime you look into his eyes, you feel yourself melt.

Will it be so bad to be a little more selfish and choose for yourself this once? Will it be that bad if you choose for him?

Before you can make a choice, Lui comes running in your direction.

He doesn't seem to care when he spots Helen, and that immediately makes you concerned.

" Y-Y/N, It's Link."

Moments later, you're stood in the make shift infirmary which used to be the Great Hall. There's tears streaming down your face, and you're holding Ben close as the both of you sob together.

Link is laid on a makeshift bed, his eyes closed. He doesn't look peaceful, he looks like he's in pain, something that makes you sob louder.

Helen's watching the scene with sad eyes. Although things between him and his old friends had been tense the past year, he still holds dear memories with Link.

About twenty minutes later, you and Helen are sat on a curb outside. The weather seems to have cleared up the slightest bit and you're tucked into his side, your eyes closed in exhaustion, though you're very much awake.

" Let's run away."

You open your eyes at his words, a few tears escaping as you're stuck in grief.

" W-what? But what about Ben, and Lui, and-"

He wipes your tears as he cuts you off.

" I've told you I would help you escape. I didn't back than. Now is our moment, let's leave the war, N/N. Let's create our own paradise."

You want to say yes. You really, really want to.

But what about your friends?

He kisses the top of your head, before letting go of you and getting up.

" This isn't our fight. It never was. Let's go."

You look at him, studying him for a few minutes.

Will you take it?

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta angst #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader #creepypasta one shot #helen otis #helen otis x reader #dark link #Homicidal Liu #x reader #yandere x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Otis: ... I would fucken sell you two for a roast chicken outta Walmart's garbage.

#Otis B Driftwood #Baby Firefly #Winslow Foxworth Coltrane #Foxy Coltrane #Otis Driftwood #thats whats happening in this shot isnt it? XD

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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As Fast As I Can

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Otis x Reader

Warning/s: pregnancy/labour

Word Count: 726

Request: Can you write something like Brian Zvonecek’s wife (the reader) goes into labor when he’s on call and when he’s told she went into labor he freaks out and rushes to the hospital?

@captainpicardsstuff

Your pregnancy so far had been a nightmare; the aches, the pains, the morning sickness, the hormones, but after two separate Braxton Hicks scares, you were ready to take this baby out yourself.

Otis had been staying home since the first supposed labour, taking leave just in case, but nothing was happening. Honestly, you were both getting a bit stir crazy since you'd been put on bedrest, and Otis' constant worrying about every time you winced or groaned as you moved was driving you up the wall, rushing over to see if it was your labour finally starting.

So you sent him to work.

Kicked him out really.

You needed some you time and you didn't want to have to murder your husband to get it.

Honestly, a part of him didn't need to be told twice.

He was a couple hours into his shift, on call at a traffic collision, when you actually did go into labour. And of course, now he wasn't answering his phone.

You had everything prepared from the first two near misses, but this feeling, right now, you knew this was the real thing. So on your way you tried every number from the firehouse you had, which was all of them.

No one picked up, and your contractions were getting worse as the taxi took you to Med, the driver casting very worried glances back like you'd give birth on his backseat.

Eventually, you got Kylie on the line by calling the firehouse line. "Firehouse 51-"

"Kylie, baby, now," you made out as another contraction came on, the timing terrible.

She didn't need any elaboration. "I'll make the call."

You could hear her radio Boden down the other end of the line, not hanging up on you yet. "Chief, sorry I know you're on a call, but Y/N's in labour-"

"I'll get Otis," came the reply before she could even finish and you couldn't help but be grateful for the family you were about to have around this baby.

You were pulling up to Med, so you had to hang up, but you had no doubt Otis was speeding over as fast as he could.

"Otis-" Boden called over, the fire out as overhaul began.

"Chief," Otis looked up, the expression on his face enough as his eyes went wide. The baby was coming. He knew he never should have gone into work today.

Practically dropping his halligan he ran over to his chief, tripping over the firehose and stumbling around before he reached him, the others offering him cheers and congratulations as he passed.

"I'll drive you," Boden offered, taking in the frantic look on his firefighters face, and smiled.

"Thank you," he said, near launching himself in the passengers side of Boden's car, his helmet falling off in the process. He just had time to grab it and close the door before Boden sped off, sirens on as they made their way to Med, Otis' heart pounding in his chest.

He barely let Boden stop before he jumped out the car, rushing in and asking where your room was. The nurse didn't need to ask whether he was the father.

Otis burst in just as you were getting ready to deliver, running up the stairs to the maternity ward as the elevator was packed and taking too long to come back down, uniform still on, panting and drenched in sweat.

"Sorry I'm late," he said between breaths as he put his hands on his thighs and inhaled deeply.

"You okay?" You managed to ask, also covered in sweat and in copious amounts of pain, the nurses and doctors all pausing momentarily around the sudden arrival.

"I just-" he panted, "need a minute to catch my breath."

"You need a minute to catch your breath!?" You screamed in pain at your last contraction, the doctors ready for your final push.

That snapped Otis out of his shock and daze as he really took you in, "right, right, sorry, sorry."

He rushed over and took your hand, trying to hide his wince at the vice like grip you put on his hand.

"You ready for the final push?" The doctor asked you, looking up at your face to let you know it was now or never.

You looked to your husband next to you and smiled, "I am now."

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nineteen-nineseven · 1 year

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part 1. a friend you can keep

inspired by this song

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Her shift at Med finished later than usual thanks to an abnormal high volume of paperwork she had to finish. Her wrist felt sore by the time she signed the last couple of reports and all she wanted was to wind down after a long day. A couple of her colleagues mentioned going over to Molly’s as they were leaving, so that’s where she decided to head to. Even though it’s been a few hours and she doubts there was going to be any movement there by this time of the night. But it didn’t matter because that was not the reason she was going.

Molly’s felt like a second home in Chicago since the times she spent as a paramedic at 51 before going back to med school. She watched that place being built from zero. From Hermann, Gabby and Otis arguing countless times at the break room, to it being a safe haven for all first responders in Chicago to relax after a day of saving lives. And for her, especially, it felt like a small part of 51 that she was still part of.

She could tell from the sidewalk that the movement had started to slow down for the night. The music was no longer playing and the TV had been turned off. A few identifiable voices could still be heard, though. She pushed the heavy wooden doors and was instantly greeted by Gabby about to head home. “Hey, girl!” she exclaimed in surprise by the sight of the old friend entering the place and greeted her with a quick kiss on the left cheek. “Too bad you just got here. We should catch up sometime!” She nodded, returning the smile as she made way past her.

Inside the bar she could see three familiar faces: Hermann and Mouch sat on a table in the corner, chatting about some other business projects; and Otis behind the bar cleaning up some glasses. The older men in the corner of the room briefly acknowledged her presence before turning back to their own conversation. Otis shook his head at them, offering the woman a friendly smile. He nodded to the stool in front of him and she sat down on it, leaning against the counter.

“Thought you were never going to come back again” He joked. “I know you’re busy hanging out with your rich doctor friends but you could at least visit your 51 family every once in a while.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “I didn’t think you were the jealous type, Otis. Green really doesn’t suit you.”

“Ouch.” He laughs, putting a hand over his chest playfully. “We miss you, that’s all I’m trying to say.” She grinned, feeling her cheeks flush a little bit. “You know I miss you guys too. A lot. But school’s been kicking my ass lately.” He puts down one of the glass he’s been cleaning and looks at her sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that. Can I get you anything?” She nods and he immediately picks up two glasses and puts them down on top of the counter. “In that case, I’ll get you something extra special. From my personal stash.” He searches through the bottles hidden in a cabinet behind the bar and pours two glasses of whatever liquor he found. She didn’t care too much what it was. He’d always seemed to know exactly what she’d like and at this point she trusted his taste more than her own. Hermann and Mouch seemed to be getting into a heated argument, so Otis gestured for the two of them to head to the patio. So they could talk without disturbing whatever multi-million idea they were discussing.

She chuckled at the two of them bickering in the background. They’ve always been like this, so it felt nostalgic. The two friends sit beside each other on a table away from the door. They sip on their drinks in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before he breaks the silence. “Is everything okay?”

He puts his glass down and looks at her. She shrugs, struggling to find the words to answer her long-time friend. “I have no idea.” She lets out an awkward chuckle, stealing a worried smile from his lips. “I’m just tired. This job can be overwhelming sometimes. It gets kinda lonely too.” She sighs and takes a sip of her drink. “Can’t you guys all come work at Med with me?”, the two laugh. “I don’t think Chief Boden would approve of that. Besides, I don't think any of us would make great doctors. Unlike you, Doc.” He smiles, nudging her side softly, making her smile shyly as well.

She put her empty glass down on the table and gently rested her head on his shoulder. Maybe it was the booze, but she felt her face burn hotter at the proximity. Otis was one of the first friends she had made at 51 and as the months went by they became closer and closer. At one point her feelings for him became so big that she couldn’t draw the line between their friendship and her massive crush on him. She was well aware that they were not reciprocated, though. And she was okay with it. At least she thought she was. Leaving 51 for med school offered her a chance of a new beginning in love, but she didn’t seem to like nobody else as much as she liked him.

She closed her eyes and sighed quietly, wishing her mind would quiet down just for a few seconds so she could soak up this very rare moment between them. With both of them working on such busy schedules, she never knew when that would happen again. Suddenly, the silence was broken by his soft, almost whispering tone. “You’re going to be okay.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her hairline, which made her heart sink a little bit.

She slowly sat up straight again and looked into his hazel eyes, that looked even better under the soft lights of the patio. “You really are one of my best friends, Brian.” He chuckles softly. “That’s a good thing, right?”.

She stared at him with a soft smile, not sure what to answer. Suddenly it didn’t make sense to hide her feelings anymore. He stared back at her, his soft expression turning into a confused one as he waited for the woman to say something.

“We are friends, yes…” she said, “I’m not sure if that’s what I want anymore”.

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