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stormgardenscurse · 3 years

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Hello! I’m very new to tumblr tbh so Im not sure how this will go... I’ve been reading your work without an acc for a while now and I enjoy it a lot! Please? I would like to request headcanons for the 7 twst prefects (hopefully im still true to your guidelines) with a reader who has overblotted because of them~ and when/if they recover from the overblot, what the boys would do or say after that. Thank you sm in advance!

Riddle

Guilt and regret is the first thing he feels crushing his chest. He didn’t mean it, of course, Riddle forgets at times to consider other people’s circumstances when he loses his temper.

While you were unconscious from the aftermath, Riddle made sure you were taken care of and fussed over your recovery, but as soon as he hears you’re awake he’s stuck between rushing to see you and giving you space. Would he be able to apologise to you enough? He’d understand and accept it if you’re mad at him, but… Riddle’s unsure if his presence right now would do more harm or good for you.

Leona

He’s frozen in shock when he realises what’s happened. Haah… This was from his carelessness; his words must’ve been thrown the wrong way, or he’d failed to support you like he should’ve… Leona pushes away his personal feelings aside to prioritize your safety and bringing you out of the overblot state, making sure that the spells used won’t actually harm you by too much.

Leona is at your bedside when you come to. His mane of hair is messier than usual and he seems exhausted… Before you can ask him how long he’s been there, Leona stops you with an apology, sincere and telling of how you’ve made him worry.

Azul

He almost doesn’t believe it at first, but once Azul looks to the twins who seemed to share a concerned look, he has to grit his teeth and keep a firm grip on his magic-pen to keep himself grounded.

Azul is an absolute mess afterwards, he tries not to cling onto you but a part of him needs to make sure you’re really alright. He’s not crying but the expression on his face is almost as painful, and he can’t bring himself to meet you eyes. If you shun him afterwards, he’ll do whatever he can to try and make it up to you.

Kalim

Kalim is afraid and panicked - less for himself, and more for you. He tries to talk you out of your overblot, but if that’s not enough to bring you back to your senses, he’ll try to use other means like magic, or enlisting the help of those that can neutralise you without harm, like Riddle or Jamil.

Don’t be surprised if you get engulfed in a hug once you come to. Kalim is barely holding back his tears as apologies fall out of his mouth like a mantra, except it develops into rambling promises of doing better and never letting this happen again.

Vil

It takes a lot for Vil’s composure to break, and seeing someone he holds dear overblot qualifies as one. It’s hard to notice for those that aren’t attuned to his behaviour, but Vil is feeling a storm of emotions.

He starts to calm down once you’re back to normal. Vil takes some time alone in his room to recover himself before coming to you and waiting for you to awaken - he tries not to let it be obvious but the tenseness leaving his shoulders was enough to tell you that he’s indeed worried. Vil has half a mind to start a lecture but lets you off, telling you he’s glad you’re alright.

Idia

He’s in denial at first, trying to reason with himself that he’s not the center of your world, that you may have overblotted because of other things.

But the sharp-tongued voice in his mind cuts back, dealing him with a blow that says whatever the build-up may be, he was the one responsible for tipping you over the edge.

Idia doesn’t really know what to say at first when he sees you conscious, but eventually starts rambling about what happened as a way to fill up the air. Ortho has to intervene to help prompt his apology, letting you know that Idia had indeed felt remorse for what had occured.

Malleus

You actually don’t see him at first when you wake up; you’re later informed that Malleus hasn’t left Diasomnia ever since your overblot. Not many people have seen him at all, really.

He’s reflecting over what happened, Malleus can’t help but feel disappointed, maybe even a little disgusted, with himself for being the cause of this. You find him brooding, deep in thought as he was strolling by the woods next to Ramshackle dorm. When you call out his name he does stop, but barely manages more than a simple greeting. Malleus’ eyes scan over you as if to check for any injuries before he asks how you’re feeling.

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coyoteimagines · 6 years

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No Limits - Star Trek

So if requests are open, in Star Trek Beyond [oh a Kirk x Reader x big brother! Bones], when Spock and Bones leave, reader goes with them and she gets stabbed instead of Spock, and then lots and lots of angst, but cute fluff and a happy ending????

AN: I used Female pronouns like one time since you specified a “she” reader.

AN: Oh jeez. This turned out to be longer than I anticipated. But I REALLY liked this request. Enjoy!

Warnings: Some injury mentions.

The last thing you remember was being flung into the swarm pod beside Spock and Leonard yelling something about taking the crew. You had managed to eject the sole occupant of this pod, but not before he lunged at you and with a hot flash of pain, embedded something into your side.

You tumbled back into consciousness when fresh air hit your face. You let out a small gasp as your eyes flew open. Sunlight trickled in through the now open door of the pod, which Doctor McCoy’s legs were now disappearing out of. Spock was soon to follow, swinging out with ease.

“I can’t believe it.” You heard Bones say as you made it to the opening.

“Leonard…” You groaned through gritted teeth. The Doctors gaze left its scan of the canyon walls and snapped to you.

“God, Y/N!” He called out, rushing to your side. He looped an arm under your shoulder and helped guide you to the front of the pod.

“Sit here. Spock, help.” He motioned to Spock. Spock moved to your side and replaced Bones in helping you lay down against the metal, curiously cool despite having just gone through the atmosphere. Leonard knelt in front of you and gently ran his hands around the metal now protruding from your abdomen. Despite your best efforts a whimper snuck its way past your lips. Leonard looked up at you, trying to mask his own worry.

“You’ll be fine.” He said with a level voice.

“The forced optimism of your voice suggests you are trying to enlist a sense of calm in order to-“

“SPOCK.” You hissed through gritted teeth, cutting the Vulcan off. You forced your eyes open and tried to sit up.

“And what the hell are you doing?” Bones put a gentle, but firm hand on your shoulder.

“We need keep moving. Find others.” You gasped in ragged breaths.

“I don’t think so. If I don’t get this thing out, you’ll die. And if I take it out and can’t stop the bleeding, you’ll die. And I don’t like either option. Spock?” He asked as he moved back to the wreckage and lifted some sort of energy device.

“Nor do I.” Spock agreed.

“Come on Spock. Surely you can see there is no logic in wasting time on me. We need. To help. The crew” You grumbled, closing your eyes again.

“Y/N?” Leonard asked, straightening up from whatever he had been doing and walking toward you.

“What.”

“Whats your favorite color?”

“What? Wh-“your question was cut off as a scream ripped itself from your throat. In a flash Leonard had yanked the metal spike out of your abdomen and pressed a make shift, red hot cauterizing bar against your flesh. The metal seared the wound with a hiss that was barely perceptible over the cacophony of cries coming from your mouth.

“They say it hurts less when you feel surprise.” He mumbled, examining his work on your wound.

“Bullshit.” You said, letting your head drop back to the cold metal. You shut your eyes to prevent the tears from spilling out.

“Im sorry kid.” Leonard said, much softer so only you would hear.

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You spent the next couple of hours stumbling up the canyon, alternating between hanging off of Spocks shoulder, and Leonard’s. You almost cried in relief when you stumbled across the alien hut and could finally sit. You sat against a wall and closed your eyes and vaguely listened to Leonard and Spock talking about something. What were they saying? Symbols? Uhura? It didn’t matter. You just needed to rest.

“Y/N? Hey. Hey!” Leonard knelt in front of you, tapping your cheek gently a few times. Your eyes fluttered open and you stared blankly at your brother.

“Mmmm?”

“Stay with me ok?” He sat back on his heels.

“How bad is it?” You asked. He shrugged.

“You’ll be fine. We just need to-“

“Leonard.” You cut him off, reaching for his hand. “How bad?”

“You can’t just patch a wound like that with a bandaid…There’s internal damage I need to fix or…you’ll bleed out internally or go septic. Or both.” He squeezed your hand. “But I sure as hell won’t let that happen ok kid?”

You nodded, and halfheartedly squeezed his hand back. Spock walked a few times around the hut, committing as much of the symbols etched on the walls as he could to memory.

“Len?” You asked after a minute.

“Yeah?” He asked, moving to sit against the wall beside you.

“If I die out here…”

“Hey. Absolutely none of that.” He said sternly.

“Leonard listen to me. You too Spock.” You said. The Vulcan turned his attention away from the walls and towards you. “If I die out here. You will both tell Jim I died in the crash ok? I died immediately, no suffering. No pain. Ok?”

Spock tilted his head and started to ask a question before he thought better of it and simply nodded.

“You’re not going to die.” Leonard said.

“Len please. Just promise you’ll tell him that and that…tell him…tell him no limits. Not even death. He’ll know what it means.” You tried to keep the tears from falling again but failed as a few trickled down your cheek. You heard Leonard swallow hard next to you before he stood up. He reached for your arms and helped you stand again.

“You’re a real joy to be around sometimes you know that?” He grumbled.

“Leonard.”

“Fine. I promise. But I’m NOT,” He huffed as he lifted you into his arms. “Not going to let you die.”

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“McCoy to Enterprise crew. Come in. McCoy to Enterprise crew I repeat. DAMMIT” Bones flipped his communicator shut with one hand and shoved it into his pocket.

“Give it up Leonard. I don’t want to die with you yelling in my ear.” You said, words slurring together. He took a couple more steps and then stumbled before setting you down.

“You still with me kid?” He breathed, obviously nearing exhaustion himself.

“Barely.” You managed to mumble. As far as you could tell you weren’t exaggerating either. Your vision had gone completely blurry twenty minutes ago, your legs numb ten minutes after that. And now every breath felt as though you were sucking in sand instead of air.

Somewhere up the canyon you heard the sound of the drones, coming for you.

“I believe this is it Doctor.” Spock said, levelling his phaser in the direction of the sounds.

“Len?” You wheezed. “I love you too you know.”

“I know kid. I know.” He knelt beside you with an iron grip on his own phaser and his other hand clutching tightly around yours. You turned your blurry vision upward to the vast blue sky above you and smiled softly. Of all the things that could have happened to you during your time on the Enterprise, you were glad you were going to die where you could see the sky and feel the warmth of a sun. Even if it wasn’t YOUR sun. And honestly? It wasn’t so bad. Your pain was ebbing away and you felt like you were floating as gold flecks of energy whirled suddenly through your vision.

You distantly heard you brother yell something before the pain came lurching back and the warmth of the sun vanished. You blinked, trying to adjust to the new light but your vision remained dark. You had a brief moment of terror and panic that had you using what little strength you had left to clutch onto Leonards arm.

“Welcome back Bones, Glad to…Y/N? My God.” The familiar voice gasped out and you felt your terror dissipate.

“Bones?” Kirk asked, panic of his own rising in his voice.

“Does this ship have medical supplies?” Bones asked.

“Follow me.” A strange feminine voice commanded. You were lifted again and allowed the steady heartbeat of whoever held you lull you into unconsciousness.

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“Is she going to be ok?” Jim asked, standing nervously behind the doctor.

“If this is a protoplaser then it should heal the internal damage. I’d feel a lot more confident with my own equipment. This stuff is ancient…but I think she’s out of the woods.” Bones straightened up from your position on some old mess hall couch of some sort.

“You know…the entire time the Enterprise was going down I…I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My ship. My crew. All gone. And my mind was on one person. What kind of captain does that make me?” Jim asked, dropping to his knees beside you. He rubbed a thumb gently over the back of one of your hands.

“You couldn’t do anything to help the ship or the crew at that point Jim. It’s logical for your thoughts to turn to what you love most.” Bones shrugged.

“Logical? Damn you WERE alone with Spock for too long.” Jim forced a chuckle.

“Very funny. If it makes you feel better she spent the entire time she was dying down there worrying about you. Said something about…no limits or something.” He folded his arms and started looking around the mess hall. At your side, Jim smiled softly.

“No limits.” He whispered and pushed a quick kiss against your forehead before straightening.

“Come on Bones. Let’s go save the rest of my crew.”

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Your eyes fluttered open and immidiatly stung from the smoke filling the room. You attempted to move but found yourself in seatbelt restraints, OLD style restraints. You fiddled with them for a few seconds before they released and you tentatively stood. You felt a little nauseous but the pain in your side had subsided substantially.

“Hello!?” You called out.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice called out.

“Chekov?” You took a few shaky steps forward and turned a corner to see the young Russian walking toward you through the haze.

“Y/n! Come on. We have to get off the ship now! It sustained serious damage when we entered the station!” He walked forward and took your arm, tugging you down the corridor.

“Station? Are we back on the Yorktown? What ship?” You struggled to remember anything other than the planet.

“Yes yes. We got the crew on the Franklin and the captain used a radio frequency to-“

“Pavel where is the Doctor? Where is the Captain?” You cut him off, no longer caring how you got off the planet.

“They went to stop Edison. I…I don’t know. I was supposed to help get everyone off the ship.” He said nervously. And with that he led you around another corner where artificial light spilled into the hazy corridor of the ship through an open hatch. You stepped outside and took a deep breath of artificial, but clean air. You glanced around looking for any other members of the bridge crew.

“Y/N?” Pavel asked, taking your arm again. “You are bleeding. We need to get to an infirmary.”

You looked at him with a puzzled look and then down at your abdomen as if to answer your own question. Sure enough, your uniform was caked in blood. But none of it was fresh.

“No…Leonard sealed it. This is all old.” You tried to explain, but the Russian started pulling you toward some Starfleet security officers who seemed to be directing survivors.

An hour later you sat on a bench in a long Starfleet Medical hallway. After a quick examination, it seemed like Leonard had managed to fix you up even with old equipment. Therefore you weren’t considered seriously injured and therefore did not get a room. You didn’t mind, there were not enough rooms and there were people far worse than you. You just didn’t like not knowing what was happening, or where people were. Chekov had been popping in and out of the rooms for thirty or so minutes, making sure everyone was ok. You had seen Sulu but he had run off as soon as he was cleared to find his family.

You had not been cleared to leave. So here you sat, clenching and unclenching your fists while you waited for news. Any news. Then from the end of the hallway, a heavily Russian accented voice:

“She’s just over there sir! She’s ok!” The Russian pointed down the hall toward where you were sitting.

Your gaze snapped to the end of the hall and you saw the man Chekov was pointing you out to. You were on your feet in less than a heartbeat, sprinting on shaky legs down the hallway.

He met you halfway, completely disheveled, bloody, and bruised. He threw his arms around you as you lept into him, pulling you tightly against his chest.

“Jim.” You sobbed against him, burying your face against his neck.

“Thank you for being ok. Thank you for being ok. Thank you. Thank you.” He began chanting breathlessly through tears of his own. After a moment he pulled back just far enough to grab your face between his hands. He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled your lips against his.

“I love you.” You said as he pulled back. He pushed another kiss against your lips.

“My love for you, has no limits.” He said, and then another kiss.

“No limits.” You mumbled against his skin, raising your hands to run through his hair. “No limits.”

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