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spookyjuicefiction · 6 months

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Violets & Plums: Astarion/Tav, Part 1

Got an idea for an Astarion fic that I just need to start working through and here is as good a place as any. Part 1 of ?

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He had been wrong about her. And he hated being wrong.

He had seen her on the nautiloid, stuffed into a pod and infected with a tadpole just as he had been. He recognized her when he spotted her trudging up the path toward him away from the crash site. He himself had just clawed his way out of the wreckage and was getting his bearings when she and the she-elf emerged from the smoke. An easy target, he thought, quickly preparing a ruse to trap her. She fell right into it, and he was ready to kill her - that is, until their parasites connected.

When he agreed to team up with her and Shadowheart, it was because he planned to use them as human shields should he meet any attackers. Sure, they had the common goal of finding a healer to remove the parasite, but they certainly had no value as serious allies as far as he could tell. Even only being a vampire spawn, they were slow and weak compared to him. Not to mention stupid. He was the obvious choice to lead the pack.

Then why was it that he was standing at the edge of the campsite alone, scowling to himself as the rest of his merry band of companions passed around a bottle of wine and enjoyed each others' company? And why was she the one in the middle, with every adoring eye on her?

Yes, he had certainly underestimated her. Within hours she had every one of them wrapped around her magical fingers, and within a few days they had all deferred to her as their de-facto leader when decisions needed to be made. She seemed to have a gift for reading people, knowing exactly how to charm and persuade them. Her skills of deception even rivaled his own, though he was loathe to admit to his admiration of them.

His pointed ear pricked toward the campfire as new sounds arose; she - Tav - had started plucking a tune on her lute and leading the group in song. He rolled his eyes. Of course she sings, too. How irritating.

It was truly annoying how easily she gained the others' favors. Wasn't he supposed to be the one so well-versed in flattery and charisma? Yet she deigned to engage with them in ways that made his skin crawl, like listening to Wyll's obviously dramatized renditions of his escapades as The Blade of Frontiers. Or allowing Gale to ramble on about his cat - his tressym, as the obnoxious wizard was so fond of correcting them. Shadowheart seemed to like her just because Tav left her alone and didn't ask her too many questions, but chuckled along at all of her jokes at the others' expense. She had even gained Lae'zel's trust after asking her for fighting tips and electing her as the group battlemaster in case of combat. And Karlach took nothing at all - the two have been practically joined at the hip (from a fire-safe distance, of course) since the tiefling joined their camp. She must be hiding something, he thought. No one can be that good at gaining peoples' trust without good reason. He would know.

She tried to read him, too. She made little jokes and comments under her breath only for him to hear, trying to be conspiratorial. She complemented him often, trying to appeal to his vanity. But most obnoxiously, she went toe to toe with him in battles of wit. Any time he threw loaded grenade of snark and vitriol at one of their companions to entertain himself, she threw it right back. It was infuriating, being undermined and bested at his favorite game. That was probably why the others' liked her so much, because she was fond of shutting him up and making him seethe quietly in the back of the line. Nobody else liked him.

Good, he thought. Best to go it alone anyway. Never needed a friend before, don't need one now. As soon as I get this bastard out of my eye, I'll be gone faster than a rat in Cazador's dungeon.

The thought of rats unpleasantly reminded him of his thirst. Typically, he waited until the others were asleep to go off and hunt so they wouldn't suspect the truth about his condition. But seeing as they were all singing (except Lae'zel, of course), he guessed no one would notice if he stalked off.

He took no joy in his kill tonight, feeling grumpy as he continued to brood over his distaste for Tav. Two hundred years thinking of nothing but Cazador and he was finally free, only to spend every moment bemoaning his luck at being stuck with the spellcaster. He drained the boar of its blood and left it carelessly on the side of the path, electing to wander around for the remaining nighttime hours rather than returning to camp. He was too restless to trance anyway. And she was there. She probably conjures butterflies in her sleep and dreams rainbows, the foul beast.

"The hells is that?" asked Karlach, squinting at a large lump on the side of the path.

"Looks like a boar," said Wyll, going over to toe it with his boot, Tav close behind. "It looks... it looks like it's been drained of blood. There's no stain around it. I can't even see a wound."

"That's odd," remarked Shadowheart, quirking an eyebrow. Astarion shifted on his feet, agitated. Shit. He should have taken more care to cover his kill last night. Looking around, he started as he realized Tav was staring right at him.

"Oh, who cares, it's only a boar," he said impatiently, looking quickly away from her, unnerved. "Surely there are more interesting things to investigate. Look, I see goblins mounting an ambush through the gate up ahead. Let's go and kill something." He stalked off, not waiting for a reply and removing his daggers from their sheaths.

"Something on your mind?"

FUCK. Astarion couldn't remember the last time someone had snuck up on him. He had been pacing in a clearing just outside the camp, wondering if Tav somehow knew his secret. He was debating with himself whether he should abandon the group and set out on his own when her voice - the last voice he wanted to hear - startled him. Rounding on her with daggers drawn and his hair standing on end, he fixed her with his most murderous expression.

"Do you make a habit on intruding on people's private contemplations?" he hissed angrily.

"You know better than anyone the advantage of catching someone off-guard," she replied coolly, folding her arms and shifting her weight.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm as he lowered his weapons. He loathed her completely in that moment.

"Only wondering where you were. Looted some good food for supper from those goblins, if you're hungry." She tilted her head. "Or perhaps you've already eaten today."

They regarded each other cautiously as her words hung in the air. He was certain that she knew. Was she afraid he would hurt her, or the others? She could tell them his secret, and they would all turn on him. So what did she want in exchange for her silence? Was she shaking him down?

"I'm not hungry," he replied slowly. Slowly, he raised his empty hands, daggers now sheathed. A gesture of surrender. "I'm happy to keep watch while you all eat. I will ensure no harm comes to anyone."

She narrowed her eyes, seeming to understand the duality of his words. He was promising not to drink from them. After a beat, she replied with a stiff nod. He allowed his tense shoulders to drop. She was promising not to tell them. For now.

Satisfied at their new agreement, Astarion spent the next 2 days coming up with a new plan to manipulate Tav. With her being the the leader of their group, it seemed prudent to ensure that she would protect him should the others begin to turn on him. Much as he despised her, he conceded that she was his best chance to finding a cure for the parasite, and thus his best chance for true freedom from Cazador. If she was already willing to hide his condition from the others, it would not take too much more effort on his part to get her to play completely into his hand. All he had to do was try a little seduction. Even she couldn't best him at that game.

But even has his plan took shape, he could feel his thirst, an ever-present beast clawing up his throat, undermining him. It made him irritable, weak, and unfocused. Instead of charming her, he more often found himself arguing with her, stabbing her with vicious insults about her sorcery, her class, and even her looks. He didn't really even mean them; she had proven herself an adept spellcaster in both battle and everyday application, she seemed to come from a fine, middle-class family in Baldur's Gate, and her looks were perfectly adequate to the average person. Not beautiful enough to tempt Cazador, maybe, but enough that Astarion caught Gale's eyes lingering a little too long a little too often. For some reason, Astarion found that infuriating.

He had lobbed a particularly nasty mockery at her earlier in the day after she had insisted that they all run in to a burning building to rescue some helpless fool, so he was quite surprised to find her clearing her throat outside of his tent that evening.

"Come to shoot a firebolt at me since you didn't quite singe all of my eyebrows off this afternoon?" he inquired bitterly.

She rolled her eyes. "Can I come in?"

This was unusual. No one had ever asked to enter his tent before.

"I suppose," he replied cautiously, and she shouldered past him through the flap. He followed her back inside and she turned to face him, crossing her arms defensively.

"You've been a real arse these last days." She said it with a finality that left no room for argument. He poked at her anyway.

"Well, thank you," he broke into a smile and a shallow bow. "You should see me when I don't have a parasite in my head."

"I've had enough," she continued, as though he hadn't interrupted. "This ends now."

"What are you going to do?" he hissed, joking manner aside as he closed the distance between them threateningly. She was going to tell the others. "You'll be dead before you reach the door."

But as usual, the moment he had the upper hand, she pulled the rug out from under him. "I'd rather you not drink so much as to kill me, since I'm offering it out of the kindness of my heart."

He never could quite get his footing with her.

"Excuse me?"

"If you drink some of my blood, will you stop being such a devil's shite?"

It took considerable effort for Astarion to clamp his jaw shut and rearrange his features to mask his shock.

"You want me to drink your blood?"

"Want is a strong word. But I'm willing to make a small sacrifice for the good of the group if it'll shut you up long enough for us to find this Halsin without your moaning and whining."

"I do not moan and whine," he protested petulantly. "And I absolutely do not promise to shut up. But it will almost certainly improve my mood drastically." He licked his lips at the thought of it, eyeing her pulse point.

"Very well then. I suppose I'd better lay down in case I pass out."

Astarion watched motionlessly as she lowered herself onto his bedroll and swept her hair off her neck. His body seemed unable to move, yet his every instinct told him to tear her open right then and there. At the same time, the sight of her on his bedroll made him feel slightly nauseous - not because of her, but something akin to shame stirred in his abdomen. Just another victim for him to ruin. It was almost too easy. So why the sudden... guilt?

"Can we get on with it? I don't much fancy falling asleep in your bedroll."

Composing himself, Astarion dropped to his knees with a flourish and bent his body over hers. It was horribly intimate, and he could sense her discomfort. He lavished in it.

"Comfortable, darling?" he smirked at her and winked, and she rolled her eyes.

"If you accidentally kill me, you know that Karlach will make sure you burn alive. So, not a drop more than you need."

"Of course, my sweet. No need to worry. Only a teensy little sip and I'll be out of your hair."

She looked like she didn't believe a word, but she turned her head with a sigh, exposing her neck to him.

"It'll only hurt a pinch," he breathed as he lowered himself to her pulse point. He was struck for a moment by her scent - violet and plums and something smoky - before he bared his teeth. He felt her take a breath, and then he sunk his fangs in.

They moaned almost in unison, her in pain, and him in pleasure, as he began to drink. Gods, it was perfect, even better than he had ever imagined it could be. He could've sworn that her blood tasted like violet and plums as it splashed over his tongue. She was clutching his arms for support, and he felt his hand clamp down on her hip to hold her in place. But she didn't try to get up, laying stiffly beneath him as he suckled her lifeblood.

He could kill her. It would be so easy. She would feel like she was falling asleep, and he could drink her as dry as the boar on the side of the road. The image of it rose in his mind; her, pallid, bloodless, slack-jawed. No more stupid singing. No more butterfly dreams.

He retracted his fangs from her quickly, as though she had burned him suddenly. Her grip on his arms had weakened significantly, and her head seemed to loll on her neck.

"Oh dear. Don't pass out, darling."

He scooped his hand under her cheek and turned her face toward him. Her eyes were placid and unfocused, but she was blinking like she was trying to maintain consciousness. Already she looked pale. He bit back the resurgence of the guilty nausea and pulled a pillow under her head.

"Just a moment, love. We'll get you all sorted." His tone was light and airy as he rummaged in his pack for a healing potion, but he was more unnerved than he would've liked to admit.

"There we are." He uncorked the stopper and held her head up, tipping the potion down her throat slowly so as not to choke her. After a few deep breaths, she brought her hand up to her forehead and rubbed her temple.

"I said 'not too much', you arsewipe," her voice was weak, but clearly irritable.

"I can't help that you're so delicious," he cooed, relieved that the potion seemed to recover her somewhat. He noticed that her fingers were trembling, and a shiver wreaked through her whole body. Sighing, he pulled a thick blanket up around her. Her eyes on him were daggers, but she didn't push it off. "Just relax here for a bit. I won't be sleeping anytime soon, after that. It was quite... invigorating."

She eyed him curiously. "You say it like you've never done it before."

Sharp as ever. How did she always know?

"I... haven't. You're my first. My first... thinking creature, that is." He smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows. "I bet you didn't guess I was a virgin."

She didn't take the bait. "So what did you eat?" Her fingers had stilled against her temple; he had her full attention now. He didn't like how her scrutiny made him feel. Somehow, even though she was so weak she couldn't raise her own head, he was the one feeling vulnerable.

"Oh, rats, flies, roaches, whatever one could find on hand 'round Cazador's dungeons," he said with forced nonchalance, examining his fingernails. "Cazador is - was - my master. I am his vampire spawn." He couldn't bear to look at her, sure he would see pity in her eyes that would make him want to claw his skin off. "How did you know about my condition, by the way?"

"You aren't as subtle as you think you are." His head snapped up at that, insulted. "And I've spent some time studying the condition. One of the guildmasters was hoping to imbibe a potion with some of the properties of vampire blood."

"To what end?" Astarion asked, curiosity piqued.

This time it was she who smirked. "The official story was that the research was focused on creating a more potent healing potion, since vampires are known to have such rapid regeneration. However," she pushed herself up gently on the pillows, "I always suspected they were hoping to create a potion of immortality."

"Well, that would be something," Astarion mused. "However did they get a vampire's blood to experiment with?"

"They didn't. It was all theoretical. I was trained to learn to recognize a vampire if I spotted one, with the hope of obtaining its blood for the research. With permission, or... by force." She looked as though the idea left a bad taste in her mouth. His face must have given his thoughts away as well, since she looked at him and chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your blood. I doubt it would have worked anyway."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well," she sat up further, the color beginning to return to her cheeks, "for one, I don't believe vampirism works in the way most mages think it does. It's not some kind of magical curse imbued with some mysterious arcane properties. I think it's... more like an illness. Like a plague, that can only be passed one way."

"Well, it certainly feels like a curse," Astarion intoned bitterly. "And if it's an illness, I've never heard of a cure."

She shrugged. "It's only a guess. But it is a little exciting to meet one up close, after all my research." She was smiling at him earnestly now, again making him feel uncomfortable.

"You're a strange creature. I just drank your blood and you're excited. One might think you have... odd predilections." He grinned wickedly at her.

She chuckled. "How are you feeling now? Less cranky?"

Astarion took stock of his body as he climbed to his feet. "I feel strong. I feel..." he trailed off a moment, searching for the right word. "Happy."

Tav clamored to her feet as well, with far less grace. She wove unsteadily for a moment, and he caught her waist to ensure she didn't pull his tent down in a fall. They were standing quite close again, and he felt his guard drop for a moment.

"Thank you," he said quietly, "for trusting me. I... this is a gift, you know. I won't forget it."

"I suspect neither will I," she murmured, smiling at him once more. "Well, good night then."

"Sweet dreams."

He watched her walk slowly and tiredly back to her tent on the other side of the clearing, head reeling with everything that had just happened. She had offered herself to him, but not in the way he was used to. She had offered her blood, and she had trusted him to take it. But why? What is there for her to gain?

She wanted him placated, clearly. Perhaps she was as annoyed by him as he was by her and really did just want to shut him up. Maybe she was mounting her own manipulation plan, forcing him to be dependent on her blood to do her bidding. He hated knowing that if she offered again, he would greedily accept. But what reason did she have to trust him so easily not to kill her, when all he had done since they met was insult her? What was she reading about him that he didn't even know himself? The questions plagued him as he hunted that night, wishing every sip of animal blood was hers. He had a taste for it now, and it ruined him. If he had thought about her constantly before, he was doomed now.

As he lay down in his bedroll to trance, he raked his hand over his face. Then, he began to laugh bitterly. All around him, the only thing he could sense was aroma of violet and plums.

Part 2

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion angst #baldurs gate astarion #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #wip

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 1 year

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Fic: In Need

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Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Ship: Joel Miller x you (cishet f reader)

Tags/warnings: Joel is hurt!, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sexual Assault.

Summary: Ellie and Joel return to Jackson after their failed atempt to find the Fireflies. Joel is hurt and you're so scared for him that you almost miss Ellie's trauma. Kind of spoilers for S01E08.

Words: 1,522

A/N: Look I just need Joel and Ellie to return to the safety of Jackson after episode 8, OKAY??? I don't care that it probably won't fit the show's storyline. I needed this. (Could be seen as belonging to the same verse as The Birds and the Bees.)

It’s a late, icy afternoon when the gates of Jackson open to let in the hunting party – and with them, Joel and Ellie.

You are helping out with the recently born lambs. The type of sheep that the Jacksonites have often have more than two lambs at a time, making bottle feeding necessary. You’re holding up two bottles, one in each hand, for greedy little lambs when the door to the sheep pen opens, and Kenya runs in, startling the little ones.

”Joel and Ellie are back!”

You barely take time to reflect on the and Ellie part: you just hand the bottles over to Kenya, scramble to your feet, and rush out.

The party is dismounting, Ellie throwing herself into your arms as soon as she sees you. You’re too confused about her presence to say anything, just hug her close, happy to see her again. But she was supposed to be with the Fireflies...?

Your gaze goes to Joel, who’s staring at you from the back of the horse he’s still on. He looks pale and weak, and you slowly untangle from Ellie.

”What happened?” you ask, just as Joel slides down from the horse. As soon as his feet touch the ground, he wobbles, and has to hold onto the saddle to stay upright.

”Joel!”

You’re by his side in a heartbeat, your hands on his scruffy cheeks. Meeting his eyes, you can see that he’s feverish.

”Joel,” you whisper, hands going to the back of his neck, fingers losing themselves into his hair. When his forehead comes to a heavy rest against yours, he sighs deeply.

”I’m fine,” he says, before his kneees buckle and he collapses into your arms.

As Pearl, one of Jackson’s three physicians, examines Joel, you pace back and forth in the next room while Ellie tells you and Tommy, who’s sitting down and looking austere, about what happened. You shake your head at her story, your teeth clenched together so hard that you’re unable to say anything.

”Jesus,” Tommy draws a hand through his hair. ”Fuckin’ crazy. Are you okay, Ellie?”

”I’m good,” the girl immediately dismisses him, instead looking at you. ”Will Joel be alright?”

You want to reassure her, let her know that of course Joel will be okay, but a tremor has begun to travel through your body, and if you force your mouth to open now, you will break down.

”I’m sure he’ll be just fine.” Tommy comes to your rescue, his keen eye recognizing the first signs of shock in your behavior. ”Ellie... why don’t you go get yourself a hot meal? We’ll stay here, wait for news.”

”No way,” Ellie plants herself steadily in the chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest. ”I’m not going anywhere until I hear Joel’s okay.”

You can’t look at her, can’t fall to your knees in front of her, hug her, comfort her, tell her that everything will be okay. If you look at her, you’ll lose it, and you can’t do that, not in front of Ellie, this brave young girl who has already shown courage and strength beyond her years. She needs you to stay strong for her now, needs to know that you’re going to be strong for her and for Joel.

The door opens, and Pearl steps out. You’re in such a state that you don’t even see that she looks completely untroubled.

”He has an infection,” she begins, ”and he’s lost a lot of blood. I put him on antibiotics and we’ll see in a day or two if they work. If they do, there is no reason for him not to make a full recovery.”

”So he’ll be okay?” Ellie wants clarification. Pearl nods, an encouraging smile on her face.

”I don’t see any immediate risks. He’s weak, but stable. I’ll keep him here tonight just to make sure, but he’s a sturdy one.”

You don’t even hear the last words as you impolitely push past her into the room. On shaking legs, you make your way to the bed and sink down on the side of it.

Joel is awake. His eyes have a medicated drowsiness to them, but they’re fastened on your face as he pulls his hand from under the blanket, seeking out yours. Taking it and bringing it to your lips, you notice that his skin tastes salty. Then you realize that you’re crying.

”Darlin’,” he drawls, ”it’s fine. I’m fine.”

”Like – hell – you – are,” you hack in a strangled voice, your throat hurting from having held back the tears.

”Come ’ere...”

Very carefully, you lay down next to him and let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, as you wrap yours around his torso. Head on his shoulder, you let your tears wet his flannel. He says nothing, maybe because of the drugs, maybe because there is nothing to say as he patiently waits for you to run out of tears.

When you do, you notice Ellie and Tommy hovering in the doorway. Sitting up, you pass your sleeves over your face, take a deep, sniffling breath, and clear your throat. Ellie takes it for the signal it is, and comes up to the bed. She looks a little lost when she takes Joel’s hand.

”The doctor said you’ll be fine.”

”Of course I will,” Joel agrees, ”and that’s all thanks to you, kid.”

Ellie blinks, looking a little surprised.

”You saved my life,” Joel specifies, his voice thick. ”Twice. You risked your own life to save mine.”

”Just took a page out of your book,” she smiles a little bashfully, but you can see that she’s affected. Her sheepishness changes into alarm when Joel tries to sit up.

”The fuck are you doing, man?”

”Joel!” You stop him from moving any further with your hands firmly on his chest.

”What the hell, man?” Tommy chimes in from the foot end of the bed. His brother grunts in dissatisfaction.

”I’m going back to the house.”

”The doc said you gotta stay here,” Tommy admonishes him.

”I’m fine, I just need a good night’s sleep, and I want that in the comfort of – ” He stops there, not knowing what to call the bed that you shared for one night only before he continued alone with Ellie. He looks at you, as if seeking assistance.

”Joel, no,” you tell him softly. ”You need to stay here so that the doc can keep an eye on you.”

”Don’t need anyone but you.”

”We’re fucking exhausted,” Ellie tells him sharply. ”All of us. I sure as hell am not gonna scrape you off the floor when you fall over in the middle of the night.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you feel the corners of your mouth pull up. You look away in an attempt to hide it, but Ellie catches you, and starts to grin as well. Joel looks from you to Ellie, and then to Tommy, who shrugs.

”You’re outnumbered. I’ll tie you down myself to just keep you here.”

Joel grunts and lies back down – with some relief, you notice.

Pearl comes back in to usher you all away so that he can sleep, but Joel won’t let go of your hand.

”She stays,” he stubbornly insists. ”She stays, or I go.”

Pearl agrees, and Tommy and Ellie take their leave. Ellie stops by the door for one last glance back before pulling the door shut. The despondency in her eyes shakes you to the core.

”Ellie, wait.”

You rise from the bed and hurry after her, see the insecurity flicker in her eyes as she expects you to maybe be mad at her. Instead, you get down on your knees and embrace her tightly.

”Thank you,” you whisper. ”Thank you, Ellie, for saving him. Thank you for not leaving him.”

She draws a quivering breath against your neck, and hugs you back.

”You’re my family,” she murmurs, and you’re sobbing.

”Yes, we are.”

When Ellie leaves, you return to bed. There’s a spare blanket at the foot end of the bed, and you remove your boots and your coat before wrapping yourself in it, snuggling up to Joel. Finally alone, you kiss his dry lips, then his clammy forehead.

”She’s not okay,” Joel mumbles. ”She needs someone to talk to.”

”I know,” you nod, ashamed for your inability to deal with it right away. ”I know, I just... Joel...”

He blinks, desperately trying to stay awake for a just a while longer.

”I understand.” He knows your history, your experiences, your traumas. ”Stay with me... until I’m asleep. Then go to Ellie, okay?”

You nod, an odd sense of calm slowly filling you. Joel always had that effect on you.

”You’re my brave girl,” he now tells you, his voice growing more distant as he starts to drift. You scoff softly.

”She is. She’s so much braver than I ever was.”

Joel doesn’t reply: he’s out like a light. You stay nestled against him until you’re sure he’s asleep. Kissing his forehead one more time, you get up, get dressed, and go out to find Ellie.

#the last of us fanfic #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #ellie williams #my fic

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wingedquill · 10 months

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notes on survival (a preview)

so i blacked out and wrote like 4K words of a new fic concept. I don't think I'll be posting it on ao3 until it's entirely done (really do not need another currently-updating WIP) but wanted to share the first little bit on here with y'all (CW: kidnapping, violence against children) ---

Here’s how it starts, for Steve:

He’s ten.

He’s riding his bike. It’s a bit late in the day, but not that late, not nearly his curfew. The sun is still high in the sky, and he can hear kids shrieking with laughter a few streets over. They’d invited him to play with them, but he’d turned them down cause he wanted to check on the tadpoles he’d found in the pond last weekend.

He gets to a stop sign. A car pulls up next to him: old, gray, forgettable. The windows are down, but it’s summer. It’s normal. He wouldn’t have thought twice about it.

A bang. A scream.

“Help!” a voice shouts from the trunk. “Someone help!”

The driver looks over. Makes direct eye contact with Steve.

He knows, even as he starts pedaling, that he’s not gonna be fast enough.

***

Steve can’t really remember a time when he’d been un-messed-up. Not clearly, at least. He has the vague, stretched-summer memories of baking cookies with his mom, of somersaulting off the diving board at the public pool and getting yelled at by a lifeguard, of hiding in the woods simply because it was the best way to avoid his chores.

They’re nice memories, he thinks. Part of him wants to put them in a box and never touch them again. But they’re nice.

He’s good at pretending they’re all he’s made of.

But now he’s here. Walking through the woods. He’s not avoiding his chores but he’s also not hiding, and that’s probably the only reason why he’s not vomiting into the underbrush. Nancy’s hand is cold in his, and it’s enough of an anchor.

He’s not alone.

“Will!” he yells, his lungs burning with the force of the yell. “Will!”

He wonders if he got a search party like this.

***

They’re bumping down a road that’s more potholes than asphalt. The other boy won’t stop hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, if I hadn’t—”

“It’s okay,” Steve says, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when someone apologizes. You’re supposed to accept it.

He doesn’t even know what the boy is apologizing for, not really. He isn’t a kidnapper. He hadn’t tied Steve up and stuffed him in the trunk. He had only screamed for help. That’s what you’re supposed to do.

“I’m Steve,” he says. It’s important that the other boy knows his name. Vitally so. The man who took them isn’t gonna care, and he needs one person here who cares about him.

The other boy sniffles against Steve’s shirt.

“Ed,” he chokes. “I’m Ed.”

***

He’s cold. He’s tired. He’s gasping for air and his sides are on fire.

Second verse, same as the first.

“We gotta get your shirt off,” Robin’s telling him. “We need to, Steve, your dirty, lake-gunk sweater is embedded in those wounds, I don’t want you getting a massive infection on top of rabies. That’s like, for sure definite dead.”

He drags himself out of the hunting shack and into the Upside Down. Eddie and Nancy are huddled together by a fallen tree, Nancy giving him a quick rundown of how the hivemind works. Neither of them are looking.

“I can’t,” he chokes anyway. “They’ll see–they’ll know.”

Cross your heart and hope to die.

She bites her lip. She looks like his mom had, when she’d told him he wouldn’t be seeing Ed again. Like she’s cutting off one of his limbs to save the rest of him.

“Steve, they won’t care,” she lies.

He shakes his head.

“I’ll chance the infection,” he says. “I mean it Robin.”

She closes her eyes. Scoots around to the other side of him, putting herself between him and Eddie-and-Nancy.

“I’ll dress the wounds quick,” she says. “And give you my overshirt. That okay?”

He takes a deep breath. Hunches in on himself. He’s always been a bit too good at making himself unseen. A bit better than he would like.

“Okay,” he agrees.

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“They’re looking for us,” he whispers.

He tucks his face into Ed’s shoulder, wishes they could hug. A hug would make this better, he thinks, if he could just get his arms around to the front. If he could just hug, and be hugged, he’d wake up. They’d both wake up.

They’d both be at home in their beds. They’d be safe. Mom would make him hot chocolate like she always does after nightmares, and he’d check to see if the robin’s eggs outside his window had hatched, and he’d be okay.

“Yeah,” Ed whispers back. “Yeah, they are.”

Around them, the car’s engine roars.

#steddie #stranger things #my writing #my fic #oh noooooo i wonder who ed could be #for those of you who remember me from my star trek days: no u don't

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Avalanche

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Pairings: Will “Ironhead” Miller x DeltaForce!Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence (a stab wound), cursing, and mentions of cocaine. Summary: Imagine surviving the helicopter crash with Will. A/N: let me know if you’d be interested in this becoming a series/more fics in this verse! Read here on AO3.

The steady whump-whump-whump of the helicopter’s blades almost lulled you to sleep. You glanced out the window at the snow-capped mountains before returning your attention to the others. Frankie and Tom sat in the cockpit while Santi and Benny settled against the bench seats. Will was stretched out between you and Benny, his back leaning against the wall awkwardly.

You watched as Pope stood and made his way to the cockpit before letting your headset fall around your shoulders to give your ears a break. You blew out a harsh, slow breath and let your head fall against the wall while Benny followed Pope. A little grunt escaped you as Fish raised your altitude and your ears popped.

Will took his headset off his ears and leaned his back against your shoulder, turning so his mouth was directly in front of your ear. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “Ears are just popping.”

“Mine, too.” He rotated more to look at you and you could feel yourself drowning in his baby blues. He stared back with just as much intensity and something unspoken passed between you like it always did. You and Will had always been the most similar out of the group. It had created a bond between you that felt different than your relationship with the others. You two could read each other with just a look—something you’d been able to do since you’d first met when you both joined Delta Force. He’d been the only one who hadn’t immediately doubted your skills because of your smaller frame and youth and always treated you like the accomplished, capable soldier you were. You’d saved his neck multiple times, just like he’d saved yours. After retiring, you’d stayed in the same town and became practically inseparable. Even through failed relationships, fights, and PTSD episodes, you were there thick and thin.

You hadn’t realized precisely what shape your friendship took in the center of your chest until a few hours ago when Will’s strained voice called, “I’ve been hit.” The red that tinted his hands had your heart trying to scramble out of your throat and the first words in your mind were I love you. Now a war waged in your head over whether to say something before you really did lose him and knowing this was nowhere near the opportune moment.

“How’s your side?” you asked, returning to the moment. You had to shout in his ear to be heard over the noise of the chopper.

“I’m okay…How’s your leg?”

You glanced down at your own bloody, bandaged mess. One of Lorea’s men had stabbed you in the leg and although it wasn’t deep, another of his cronies had pushed you over the banister of the stairwell with the first man’s hand still on the hilt. You’d dragged him down with you, but it had also dragged the blade, and he’d nearly skinned half your leg before falling to the floor below. Will had insisted on bandaging it for you and helping you walk. He’d even tried to carry you a few times, but had stopped at your protests as he groaned and stumbled under the weight of both you and his gunshot wound. “Throbbing,” you answered honestly, “but I’ll live.”

“When we land, I wanna look at it. Make sure it isn’t getting infected.”

You nodded and silence fell over the pair of you again. Something had shifted in his gaze—it felt softer, more private. He’d always looked at you affectionately (and earlier, he’d looked at your leg terrified), but this felt…different. You weren’t sure how to describe it and wondered if he felt the same avalanche of feelings you did. There couldn’t have been a worse time to realize you were in love with your best friend, but you felt the weight of it tumble down and bury you too quickly for you to resist. There was a new depth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before that felt like finally finding air after almost drowning and you clung to it.

Will suddenly swung his legs to the ground and scooted closer to you on the bench. He threw a glance at the cockpit and you followed his gaze. Pope and Benny were still distracted by whatever Fish was telling them. You were about to put your headset back on to see what they were saying when you felt something gently brush against your pinky finger. You glanced at your hand resting on your thigh to see Will’s pinky gently brushing against you. When you risked a look at his eyes, there was a longing and nervousness you’d never seen before and it made your heart flutter. When you didn’t pull away, he let his fingers gently swipe over the back of your hand. You’d watched—and helped—him use crushing strength in missions countless times. His fingers now brushed you like both you and the moment were made of glass that he was desperate not to shatter.

The desperation in his eyes and the hard clench of his jaw had you gently tangling your fingers with his. Before you could turn your hand to fully hold his, the chopper rattled and shook around you. Frankie bellowed, “Lose the money or we’re all gonna die!”

Pope and Benny rushed towards the back as you and Will stood.

“We’ll get it!” Will shouted as he pulled the lever to open the back doors. The two of you shoved several duffel bags out the back. Frankie had warned you that there would be a weight problem and while you felt a pang of sadness at seeing the money go, you’d like to return home in one piece with all of your brothers—especially Will. You had a feeling conversations needed to be had after all this was over.

With the pile of duffel bags cut in half, Pope yelled, “I’ll go check!”

Will ushered you back over to the bench to sit next to him. Benny returned to his spot by his brother’s side as you gripped the handrail. Will gripped his own in one hand, the other hand slung over your torso to hold you in place like a seatbelt, his hand fisting in your shirt as the helicopter suddenly plummeted.

“What the fuck are you doing, Catfish?!” Will screamed beside you, pulling you closer against his side. His arm bent awkwardly in an attempt to keep you safe and you let your fingers finally tangle with his as your heart pounded in your chest. He squeezed your hand as your world bobbed and tilted with the falling helicopter.

Frankie screamed something about an external load release you couldn’t fully hear without your headset. “Pull the lever, Ben!” Pope yelled.

The chopper shifted as the lever came down, but you could still feel it falling. You quickly slipped out of Will’s hold to open the hatch in the floor. You could feel his hand grabbing for you as he yelled, “wait!”

You gave him a reassuring glance as he dropped his arm, looking at you with concern. You grunted with the effort it took to open the trapdoor and felt your stomach drop at the bag still attached to the cable. “It didn’t work!” you yelled.

After a long moment of listening through the headset, Pope said, “Fish says there’s a manual override on the cargo hook.”

Will seemed to sense that you were about to swing your legs out and launched forward to hold your waist. He pulled you against him with a crushing grip, despite your protests. His concern warmed you, but this was your job, damn it. If this was what him liking you back meant, you weren’t sure if you were a fan of that particular development.

“Let me through!” Benny demanded as he carefully lowered his legs outside. Will pushed you behind him and gripped his brother’s shirt hard.

A moment later, you heard the clang of the release and fell back as the chopper surged upwards, free of its ball and chain. You only wished you could get rid of the burden as easily; this job was quickly becoming not worth the risk.

Will scrambled up from where he’d fallen next to you and reached out to Benny, who had now fallen all the way through the hatch and was barely holding onto the opening with his fingertips. “Benny!”

“I’ve gotta jump!” you heard him call. He screamed as Will called his name again, swiping futilely for him.

The chopper hit the ground so hard it rattled your teeth before bouncing back up and slamming down again. The world spun in a circle outside the windows, and you grabbed onto the bench from your seat on the floor to steady yourself. Not even a second later, Will was by your side, hauling you against him and burying his face in your neck. You heard his hand slap down on the bench beside you in an attempt to find his footing. You wanted to say something—anything—but the roar of the failing engines, blades, and alarms drowned everything out.

Just as Will finally made some progress with his feet and began to lift you with him, the whole world tilted with a metallic groan. Will quickly turned so he landed back-first to cushion your fall and held you so tight, you could hardly breathe. You clung to him just as hard as you felt the giant piece of machinery spin in a circle a few more times before the telltale whine of the engines dying and the blades snapping off punctuated the cacophony.

The ringing in your ears almost drowned out Will’s harsh breath. You were panting just as hard and still clinging to him like a life preserver. You let out a ragged breath before lifting your head to find his eyes. He was bleeding badly from the head and blood trickled down the side of his face. You gently traced the edge of it with your thumb. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. His own hand came up to trace your jaw and you winced at the unexpected sting. When he brought his hand back, there was blood on it as well. “Are you?”

“I think so—”

“Are you two okay?” Pope asked in a rushed breath as he scrambled over to you.

You both nodded and you took his hand to help you up. Will’s hand stayed clenched around your shirt as you pulled him up. Santi grunted as he yanked the side door open above him and Will took his moment of distraction to tilt his forehead against yours. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you squeezed his fingers.

“You first,” he said, gesturing to the open door. He bent his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Your side—”

“I’m okay,” he said in a strained voice. He grunted slightly as he lifted you towards the opening.

You found purchase and yanked yourself up with your hands, hissing as your injured leg brushed against the doorframe. You carefully lifted yourself to sit on top as Benny pulled a bleary Fish and Tom through the shattered windshield. Donkeys brayed in the small village in the distance as several people climbed onto the net with all your bounty. Your heart physically hurt as the sun flashed off what you assumed were several knives.

“They’re cutting into the fucking net,” Fish muttered from below as Santi popped up beside you. He laid a comforting hand on your shoulder before sliding down the chopper.

Will appeared by your side with a grunt and you helped yank him the rest of the way through the door. Surveying the ground below, you weren’t sure how you would make that drop with your leg as it was. Maybe if you rolled to land on your side—

“What’s the plan here?” Santi asked.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Benny cried, rushing forward as Will slid to the ground, landing on his knees hard and holding his hip.

Benny stared at his brother briefly, hands hovering over him before turning to you and holding out a hand.

You began to reach for him when Will quickly stood and grabbed Benny’s arm. “Here, let me.” Something passed between them before the younger Miller nodded and turned his attention to Tom. Will held out his arms for you, and you slid forward to slot your waist between them. You laid your hands on his muscled and veined forearms and clenched your teeth in anticipation of the landing to come.

“I won’t let you fall,” Will said quietly. “Come on.”

You nodded before gingerly sliding down. True to his word, Will caught your waist just a foot off the ground before tenderly lowering you to stand beside him. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your hip bones and you let out a shuddery breath as you stared at each other, completely lost.

“That’s cocaine they’re growing,” Tom’s voice pulled you out of your trance, “so they may have weapons trained on us from there and there.”

“Thanks, Ironhead,” you muttered with a small smile, giving Will a gentle pad on the chest.

He gave you a grin in return, his eyes soft. “Anything for you, darlin’.”

Your heart fluttered as you turned your focus to Tom’s plan. Since you were both injured, you and Will stayed by the chopper, but he made sure to stick close to your side. You didn’t want to stray too far from his either. Benny and Fish disappeared into the brush while Tom and Santi headed towards the villagers gathered around the net. Black smoke from the crash piled into the air, clouding the blue sky that reminded you so much of Will’s eyes, and you coughed as it infiltrated your lungs. Will gently rubbed your back, letting his hand slide down your shoulder and arm to gently squeeze your hand. You squeezed back and sighed, praying you’d both get home in one piece.

#triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier x reader #william ironhead miller imagines #william ironhead miller #william ironhead miller x reader #william miller x reader #will ironhead miller #will ironhead miller x reader #will ironhead miller imagine #william ironhead miller fanfiction #will ironhead miller fanfiction #mentions of stab wound #canon typical violence #mentions of drug use #mentions of cocaine #charlie hunnam

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Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: George Daniel, Matthew Healy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Christmas, Meeting the Parents, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 4 of The Infection 'Verse Summary:

“Yeah,” said Matty, pulling his hand away from George’s to run it through his hair. If there was one thing he was good at, it was doubling down, even if usually that just made it worse.

“Christmas, what are your plans for Christmas?” Matty swallowed hard, feeling very small all of a sudden and like he was baring a piece of his soul, “because I would very much like to spend it together.”

“Oh,” said George and Matty wanted to die right then and there.

AKA The Christmas Fic™️

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thestayathomedragon · 6 months

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WIP... what day is it?

Luis: *towers over him with glowing eyes, sharp bloody teeth, bloody clothes, bloody arms, bloody clawed hands, dripping blood, blood, blood, blood... Grins... bloodily*

Leon: 😍 ...You're perfect.

#too tired to continue to write coherent sentences #my fan fic #fic: .scar.crossed.lovers.#au: what a time to be alive verse #ch: .walk.the.plank.on.a.sinking.ship.#luis serra #luis serra navarro #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #re4r #serennedy #infected luis au

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butterflyknifegirl · 13 days

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ᖭ༏ᖫ Knives and Pens ᖭ༏ᖫ

Ellie x Female Reader

MDI 18+

Word count: 5836 (14 pages)

A.N: This is my first fic. Takes place within the TLOU2 universe, with some slight changes.

Any songs used in this story were released prior to Breakout Day; September 26th, 2013.

Warnings for this episode: angst, cursing, violence, gore, nudity, lesbian sexualism/erotica, mentions of murder, pregnancy trauma.

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Name: Aria Rose

You have been trained at a very young age to be a doctor at the Buffalo QZ in New York, following your mother's footsteps. At 16, your mother passed away and it encouraged you to escape into Canada and head West. You stayed in a settlement called 'Orion' in Alberta, Canada where you grew into a proficient neonatal surgeon. Even though you mainly focused on mothers-to-be and infants, you were also well versed in neuro as that was your mother’s specialty.

At 20, you were tasked with a mission to deliver a pregnant 18 year old across the border to a settlement in Jackson, Wyoming where her remaining family stayed. It was discussed between the two settlements that you would also come to Jackson and teach new doctors as you have done in the Orion settlement in Alberta.

When you reach the border of Wyoming located on the map, we will have three of our own to escort you the rest of the way. -Maria

Episode 1: Entering Wyoming

You and a small group from Alberta have made it down through Montana. This is where things get tricky; you were 10 miles away from the border and had to bring Hannah, the pregnant 18 year old, there alone for the rest of the way.

"This is where we leave you," one of the men said while taking out some extra ammo and handing it to you, "When you reach the border they will inspect you for infection. Good luck out there."

You nod at the men and thank them. Hannah, who is wearing an oversized black T-shirt looks over at you with doe eyes and she grips her pistol with two hands. She's 8 months pregnant and it shows. This whole trip has been on foot and you know how tired she must be.

Hannah watches the three men walk back and you slide your beige backpack off. "Here eat this for energy," you say and hand her your last granola square that you made for the trip. "If we keep a steady pace we can be there in about 2 and-a-half to 3 hours." You smile at her encouragingly. She sheepishly smiles back.

The sun was still high in the sky. There were about 5 encounters with infected thus far and you had handled it with the team, but now it was just the two of you. Two hours had gone by walking through a forest. You take Hannah's hand to help guide her through the bushes and over large tree roots. That's when you heard it.

You and Hannah froze. Was it a click? The sound started then stopped. No. "Get down and watch your back, there's a Stalker.."

When there’s one, there’s usually more when it comes to Stalkers. Your pistol was ready and you scanned the area for any movement. You two continued to walk forward slowly. You grabbed a good sized rock and threw it at a tree where it broke on impact.

It was early spring, but the green vegetation was high enough to cover the three crawling Stalkers going towards the tree. They haven't spotted you or Hannah in the tall ferns and bushes. You both aimed and took out two. The third one screamed and ran behind the tree. You stayed low, crouching and going towards it. Then an unexpected scream came from behind. Two more Stalkers running towards you and Hannah. You two shot and killed one. The other was still coming in fast and the other emerged from out of the tree. "Fuck Hannah run!"

She sprinted ahead of you. You needed to create more space between you and them to attack. Then you saw a clearing of tall grass. You two emerged out of the forest and ducked into the field. "Stay behind me." you looked over at Hannah who was out of breath and on her knees. You looked back at the forest and got your pistol ready and flung open your knife.

One Stalker emerged screaming as it dove towards you. You shot it in the fucking head and it dies mid air. The second emerges and you miss, shooting it in the shoulder. It grabs you and before you can stab it, a distant shot goes right through its head and it falls to the ground.

"That.. wasn't me.." Hannah says through breaths. You turn around and see three figures at the end of the field.

The grass almost reaches your waist when you stand. The sun is lower and the sky starts to become orange. You take Hannah's arm and put it around your shoulder. You sigh in relief, "We made it."

You walk to the end of the field while carrying Hannah. The three figures turn out to be two grown men and a girl around your age.

"Stalkers huh?" the brunette man says with a southern twang.

You start to move Hannah's arm off your shoulder so she can rest on the ground. "Yeah." You aren't much for words with strangers, especially after the adventure you just endured.

"Last one was a sonofabitch, I saw you going for your knife but I figured I give ya a friendly hello." The other man says, also with a southern accent. He's holding a sniper. "Sorry about all the blood on you though."

You looked down and didn't realize the amount of blood that was on your gray tank and arms. It was splattered on your face too. "Well this is the friendliest hello I've ever gotten."

"Heh- Well I'm Tommy and this is my brother Joel and this," looking towards the dark auburn haired girl, "is Ellie."

You looked over at Ellie, she wore her short hair half up and was wearing a black T-shirt. A strand of hair framed her face. She was unexpectedly pretty. Your eyes tried to scan her face from a distance. She must have been either in as much awe of you as you were of her, or terrified of the amount of blood on your face, because she only managed to blink at you.

As a doctor, and a young one at that, your personal life suffered. You kept friends to a minimum and mainly interacted with colleagues. You managed to have blips of relationships with women back in Alberta- nothing that stuck. The only real relationship you have ever had was when you were 16. You escaped the Buffalo QZ with your best friend, Emily. Your mother had died under mysterious circumstances due to her affiliations with the Fireflies, but before her passing, she had given you hope. A light that flew around you in the dark and illuminated a path to head west. During your journey across Canada, your relationship with Emily became romantic. For 2 short, passionate months, it was bliss. It all ended when she saved you from a hoard. She was bit and still fought off the infected. After a final goodbye, you gave her the ultimate act of mercy and shot her in the head. Your light went out. That is how you made it to Alberta; a shell of your former self. You dove into your studies and teaching and helping the settlement. Distancing yourself from others made you a stronger doctor, but in reality you couldn't become the unshakable stone that you wanted to be, you were just good at hiding the hurt. Now 20 years old, a successful doctor, and traveling back to the states, the flicker of hope was coming back. Hannah was one of those few friends that knew of your sexuality and the only one you told about Emily. Hannah was an open bisexual and had many relationships. She was your opposite and often encouraged you to keep looking for "amour"(love).

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you snapped back into reality. "I'm Dr. Aria Rose and this is Hannah Moore, she needs food and rest," You directed your attention back to Hannah, your patient- your friend- the only person who you should be concerned for.

"The sun is going down, we'll check if you're clean, then we can make our way back to camp. We'll reach Jackson tomorrow by noon," Joel says.

You help Hannah up to her feet and she continues to hold your hand as Joel comes over to her. She eyes him with scared, blue doe eyes and stiffens up a bit. Joel notices and pauses.

"Ça va aller," (It’ll be okay) you say to her softly and squeeze her hand. You brushed up on some French while being in Alberta. Hannah was a native to Quebec and spoke French fluently, she also needed a lot of encouragement. She looks back at you for reassurance and lets go of your hand to let Joel inspect her.

Joel looks back at Ellie and nods her over to inspect you. You remove your backpack and feel the fatigue in your shoulders. You roll back your shoulders and watch Ellie come over to you, her eyes already inspecting you. You suddenly felt small under her gaze as her eyes traveled down your jeans to your black combat boots with red laces. You held your head low to let the few wispy hairs fall over your splattered face. A failed attempt to hide.

She stood next to you and there was a tattoo on her right arm. Your chest rose as you took a breath of... anticipation? She stood at your right and your eyes flashed up to examine her face; her green, almost hazel eyes were looking down at your body. You were like a cat; curious, unexpecting agile, in your movements and in your thoughts. You were captivated by her. You wanted to hide your interest but like a cat, you couldn't hold in your purring.

Her eyes traced up to your face and was surprised when she caught you staring. Freckles danced across her face, a split eyebrow, pouty lips- dry. Your eyes lingered on her lips, then back up to her wide green eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Her eyebrows unconsciously twitched in response to your quiet acknowledgement of her. Her eyelids descended and she was now examining- no searching your face for... something?

"She's clean," Joel concludes after walking around Hannah. Ellie snaps back and scratches her left ear with her tattooed arm. A fern and a moth. She walks around you in the same fashion. Your brunette hair was in a low ponytail. Your locks cascaded down to the small of your back.

"Clean." Her voice was low, velvety.

"Good let's head to camp and don't worry Hannah, we have horses," Joel smiles politely. Hannah grins in relief and takes your arm. She was younger than you and hung onto you like a child, but she knew how to fight and you admired that. You hated to admit it but your motherly instincts were kicking in for her, especially after everything she's been through. You convinced yourself that your protective nature will keep her alive.

Tommy leads the three horses out to the field. Hannah is ecstatic and leads you to the horses. You feel eyes on your back. Your body felt like it was shaking at a molecular level, luckily nothing that can be seen from the naked eye. "I'll lead, Hannah, you'll ride with Joel, Aria, you'll be with Ellie."

You turn to walk over to Ellie who is already petting a brown horse, "Hey Shimmer," she gets on her saddle and extends out a hand to you. You look up and give her smile, taking her hand. She flexes her arm to keep you stable as you get on. You reached past her backpack and held on to her waist. She straightened herself up in response and took hold of the rein. You could smell a small scent of pine coming from her. You did a terrible job of hiding your attraction earlier, which was incredibly reckless on your part, but it was as if you couldn't hold yourself back. Did she pick up on that? Now you were just breathing in her scent like it was a fine delicacy that you had to savor.

Joel leads his horse to turn around and look back at Ellie. "All set?" Ellie nods. Hannah took this opportunity to look Ellie up and down, making it very obvious she was checking her out. Hannah looks back at you encouragingly with a sly smile, "Elle est jolie," (She is pretty).

"Ça suffit!" (That’s enough!) you quickly meow out her, hiding your embarrassment. Hannah responds by laughing.

"Am I going to have to learn French to figure out what you two are saying?" Joel teases.

"Half of what she says is nonsense anyways, I wouldn't say it's worth it," you chimed back. Ellie chuckles at this.

"But you love it," Hannah had a bad tendency of openly flirting with you for fun, as friends do.

"Hm sounds like someone I know," Joel looks over at Ellie.

"Okay easy there old man," She rolls her eyes and smiles.

Joel holds his palms open in defense, "I'm just sayin'."

"Alright, let's go down this way," Tommy leads the way.

The horses were moving and you grip Ellie's waist a little tighter.

"Uh you okay back there?" Ellie turns her head to ask.

"Y-yeah, I've just never been on a horse before. It's kind-a-cool," very smooth.

"You don't have horses in Canada?"

"Limited amount and they're reserved for certain people or missions," You bit your lip in discouragement.

"Well in Jackson there's plenty of horses, and you'll probably be given your own considering you're a doctor," your hands relax from their grip and you smile. "I can show you some pointers on Shimmer when we get to Jackson, she's pretty tame and takes to strangers easily.. if you want."

"Oh, yeah I would like that," you say quietly. You curse yourself in your head for blushing. You look up at the lavender mountains in the distance.

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Song: Bloom - Artist: The Paper Kites - Released: 2011

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A small neighborhood was now coming into view. There were large pot holes in the street and Ellie held her arm out to be a buffer for you as she maneuvered through.

"Small jump ahead," Tommy calls out.

"Hold on tight," Ellie grips the rein again with both hands.

"Okay," you wrap your arms tighter around her waist. Her stomach was toned and moved with every sway and jolt from Shimmer.

Tommy jumped over the break in the road followed by Joel and Hannah. Looked easy enough.

"Here goes," Ellie has a running start and Shimmer jumps. You go slightly airborne and you hang on tighter. Ellie instinctively takes an arm to hold onto yours that are clasped around her. Shimmer lands successfully and your bottom bounces back on her.

"Ah, my ass," you complain. Ellie laughs a bit. "Well I'm happy one of us is laughing, but I'm not trained in antigravity" you say smugly.

"Oh yeah? So no trips to the moon any time soon?"

She was joking with you and you were always up for a good cheesy joke. You consider what she said for a moment. "I'd take a one-way ticket there if I could.. It’s a good place for an introverted outcast like myself. You can say.. I'm kinda out of this world," you can't see it but you feel her grin at this.

Ellie's interest peaked. Even though you weren't sure in what way.

Her arm was still on yours, "An Outcast huh? Are you an alien or something?" she attempts to look back at you again with a raised eyebrow.

"It can feel that way," you responded in a lower tone. Ellie paused her line of questioning. Without you knowing, she slipped into her own mind where she stood on the cold, gray moon, watching the earth turn. She understood exactly what you meant.

You guys finally made it to the camp. Ellie had held your hand to help you off Shimmer. It was rough; calluses. "Thanks," you said, suddenly feeling shy. Despite this, you still push yourself to look up at her. She gives you a charming side smile and a nod.

The camp was a house that was set up with running water and electricity, unlike the surrounding houses. Food and medical supplies were stashed inside in a safe. There were four bedrooms, each with fresh linens and portable heaters. The horses were placed in the garage.

It was dusk and the air had a chill. You wasted no time in hoping in the shower after checking on Hannah and getting her settled with a bowl of soup in the kitchen. The water was lukewarm and you watched the blood wash off and go down the drain.

"When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light."

"Mom.." You think back to your mother sitting at the kitchen table reading over smuggled letters from other Fireflies. You replay that night in your head like a video cassette tape trying to find the missing details. "What am I missing?" you whisper to yourself.

The water starts to run clear. You stare down for a while and let your mind go blank.

You focus on the water hitting your chest and gliding down your torso. You imagine it to be more than what it was, and like that, your arousal starts. Your hands start to trace your neck, then down to cup your breast.

"Like this baby?" you hear a faint echo of Emily’s voice whispering in your ear. You start to massage your breast.

"You okay back there?" Suddenly, Ellie's voice projected louder in your head, repeating what she had said earlier. Her voice was embellished though, drawled out and huskier. "Oh yeah?...." You bit your lip, grabbing hold of your nipples, and started to sway your hips back and forth.

After about 30 seconds of doing this you caught yourself. 'What the fuck am I doing?' you shake off the arousal the best you could before shutting the water off. You couldn't afford to get sloppy, you needed to be the doctor your mother needed you to be. Ellie was new, beautiful, but the high will pass.

Your beige backpack was stiff on the tiled floor, filled with a few pieces of clothes, weapons, ammo, and mostly personal belongings. Not the smartest thing to do usually, but you were moving and would probably not be back to Alberta in a couple years, or if ever. Luckily, Hannah was fine with filling her backpack with emergency medical supplies. Your backpack was adorned with a medic cross patch and a small wooden buffalo keychain hanging off the small front pocket.

You put on a new set of jeans with a black long sleeve and tied up for red laces. Your hair was down and damp, hovering over the small of your back. You were considering cutting it when you got to Jackson. You grabbed your bag and exited the bathroom.

"Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls from the living room. You walk down the hall to see him sitting on the couch setting up a blanket. Joel comes in from the front porch, holding a mug and bringing it to the kitchen.

"Aria, you can call me Aria."

"Aria," Tommy nods with a smile, "well Hannah’s upstairs, there's a room across from her's, figured you'd wanna stay close by," he reclines.

"Thank you," you rub your arms from the cool breeze coming from the open front door. You walk into the kitchen and start to nibble at the chunky vegetables in the soup on the table.

Joel washes his mug and puts it on the drying rack before turning around. "You're pretty young for a doctor," he starts, making his way to lean on the counter almost across from you, "How old are you? If you don't mind me askin'."

You hear Tommy scoff at this. "You're not supposed to ask a lady her age! Not very gentleman-like," he teases.

You couldn't help but smile at the brotherly bickering. Joel looks sore sorry for asking and scratches his head. "I just turned 20, and yes I am the youngest neonatologist and surgeon that I know, everyone else in my field is at least 8 years my senior."

You were sitting at the table by a window, a thick curtain was drawn, but you could still feel a draft. You used the tip of your fingers to open the curtain slightly and peek out the window. A chunk of glass was broken off and you were looking at the back of a half up bun and Ellie's left ear. She was sitting out on the porch with a lamp. You gasped and closed the curtain. You were certain that this fine lady might be eavesdropping in on you. Thank the Lord the kitchen was dimly lit otherwise Joel would have seen the very obvious blush running across your face.

"How does someone as young as you become a surgeon?" You look back to Joel. He had this way about him that you picked up on. He had rough hands, a sad eye, and a stern voice, but when he spoke, his demeanor would shift, he became softer.

"My mother was a surgeon, so I was trained at a young age."

"Was that in Orion?"

"No, Buffalo."

"Up in New York? So you're American?"

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?"

Joel scratches his beard at this, "Yeah you can say that."

Ellie watches Joel go inside after his cup of coffee. She takes her journal from her backpack and starts to scribble away in her journal on the porch bench. She sat with legs criss-crossed and close to the kerosine lamp.

One way ticket to the moon,No one's home,Where do you go?When you're all alone.

She wipes her left hand on her thigh and rests her head on her other hand on the arm rest. She stares at the page. She flashes back to earlier in the day; Brown eyes looking up at her lips, her face, half lidded, feral.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, "..Fuck."

She slams her journal closed, she knew once she starts getting lost in thought, it would be hard to calm back down. The truth was, you peaked her interest in more ways than one, and it was something she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle, again. Not after the rejection she received from her first and only crush since arriving in Jackson.

She looks out into the darkness, her brows furrowed, eyes dark. Her chest rose with every deep breath she took to calm herself.

“Hey uh, Doctor Rose, we have some soup here for you," Tommy calls out from inside. Ellie listens through the broken window as Joel starts talking to you. She finds out that you're a year older than her and some kind of prodigy. She thinks it sounds lonely.

"It can feel that way." She remembers what you said earlier.

"Yeah, are you familiar with the Buffalo QZ?" you ask.

"Yeah you can say that," Joel responds.

Ellie starts to get annoyed at Joel for asking so many damn questions, but thinks she got away with learning more about you.

She stuffs her journal in her backpack, gets up, and takes the lamp to go inside.

You hear the front door close. Ellie walks in the kitchen and places the lamp on the kitchen island and shoots a look at Joel.

"Yeah okay I'm goin' bed," he concludes walking off to the stairwell, "Good night."

You smile at him before he leaves the kitchen. Tommy is already snoring.

“G’night,” she says dryly.

She stands at the kitchen island not facing you, waiting for something. You start to nibble back at your soup watching her.

Then footsteps. She waited until Joel was going upstairs before turning around and scratching her neck. Out of all the jokes today, you found this to be the funniest thing.

"So," you start to nibble on a piece of carrot, "is he your dad?"

"Joel? No," she walks to the table and takes the seat to your side facing the covered window.

"But he's like a father to you," you side eye her.

"Yeah you can say that," she tilts her head and looks up at you, smirking. "We both came from Boston QZ a couple years ago."

"What made you guys leave?"

"Uh.. hunger mostly, there was a lot of corruption, people getting killed everyday, asshole teachers... but Tommy was already out here with Maria, they’re married, so Joel and I left," Ellie fiddled with her fingers on her lap then smiled back up to you. She was a bit nervous.

"Sounds similar to Buffalo," you got up to clean your bowl, "my mother was a surgeon so we were high up on the food chain, didn't need to worry too much about starving.. until we had to."

Ellie got up and sat on the counter next to you while you washed your bowl. "What happened?"

You had a dry swallow, "My mother was killed," you turned the water off and patted your hands dry.

"I'm sorry," she regretted asking.

"It's okay, she died for what she believed in.." You stood there by the sink, "that's when my best friend and I escaped into Canada, I was 16."

"Hannah?" Ellie had a concerned look on her face as she tried to figure you out.

"No, uh, her name was Emily," your voice had turned into a whisper. You bit down on your lip and regretted even saying her name. For the first time today, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You couldn't even cry for your dead girlfriend.

Ellie hops off the counter, "Hey I uh, I'm sorry for prying," she's playing with her fingers again.

You smiled and shook your head, "It's okay hun, I'm stronger than you think." You finally looked up and she seemed a bit frozen. Even in the dimly lit kitchen, her eyes looked like they were sparkling, again you couldn't tell if in awe or concern.

You grabbed her bicep tenderly and couldn't help yourself from laughing, "Seriously, I'm fine," you reassured. Ellie gave a shaky breath and smiled back. You made her nervous and this was enough confirmation for you that it was both.

Ellie continued to smile but looked away to the kitchen table, "We should probably go to bed," and then looked back down at you.

"Yea okay," you said tenderly before smiling and walking away.

Ellie stood there for a moment watching you head over to the table. She bit her lip, “Damn.” she whispers.

As you go to reach for your bag, you hear Hannah scream in horror, “Oh my gawd, Aria!”

“Hannah!” you respond, running up stairs.

You swing open her door. She was in the bed in shock and crying. “I-I-I don’t know what happened!” You walk over and lift the blanket. Everyone runs in the room.

Joel grips a pistol, “What’s goin’ on?”

You see the amount of blood coming out of Hannah; she was bleeding through her pants. “When did you fall?” you assume sternly still scanning her.

“What? I don’t know, um earlier… Before we left our troop, there were runners and I was pushed out of the way,” Hannah says defeatedly, “I just started feeling contractions right now and I thought my water broke but-” Hannah lifts her hands to show them covered in blood.

“Shit,” Tommy whispers.

“Your placenta detached. It’s causing the bleeding. I need to perform a C-section.” you say removing the bloodied blankets. “I need rags and a bucket of warm water,” you say looking at Joel. He puts the pistol away and runs out the room. “Tommy, a blanket for when the baby is out,” he runs out. You turn to look at Ellie who is already looking at you, “ I need your help to hold Hannah as I inject the epidural. After that, I need you three to stay out of the room, I’ll call you if I need anything else.” Ellie nods.

“No! it’s too soon Aria, it’s a few weeks early, I can’t do this!” Hannah takes hold of your arm and pleads with you.

You lean down to her level, “I have to do this, the detached placenta can not only kill your baby, but you as well. Let me do this and save you both,” Hannah looks up at Ellie, then back at you with doe eyes. “You’ve done all the work until this point Hannah, let me take care of the rest.”

Once Joel and Tommy dropped off the supplies and left the room, you laid Hannah down. You and Ellie placed a fresh blanket covering her. Hannah removed her top and bloodied bottoms which you tossed in a corner. “Okay lay on your side facing Ellie.” Hannah’s full figure went on its side, still covered in the white sheet. You open Hannah’s bag and retrieve a very large needle. “I’m going to inject the epidural, Ellie hold her steady by the shoulder,” Hannah was familiar with some of the procedures you did frequently when delivering babies, but she was still Hannah; young and pure of heart, sheltered by the settlement she grew up in.

Ellie holds Hannah in place. Hannah was nervous and her eyes brimmed with water as she looked up at Ellie, “‘Jolie,’ do you know what that means?” Ellie watches your hands mark where the epidural is to enter the spine. You’re wearing black gloves and using alcohol to clean the area.

“No, is it French?” she looks down at Hannah, her voice is almost a whisper.

Hannah gives an airy laugh, “Yes it’s French- it means pretty.” You pierce the needle through the skin and Hannah gasps.

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying it earlier on the horses. Were you making fun of Aria about the blood all over her face?” Ellie chuckles at this to help lighten the mood.

“Heh no, the truth is I’m good at reading Aria’s mind.. but then she told me to shut up,” she raises her eyebrows insinuatingly. Ellie smirks at her. You remove the needle and Ellie helps lay Hannah on her back.

“Thank you Ellie, I’ll call if I need anything else,” you say and turn to set up your tray for surgery.

“Okay I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.. Aria,” you hear Ellie leave the room.

You sigh, “You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but she likes you I can tell, plus I have a pretty good gay-dar, aaand I talk when I'm nervous,” Hannah is still fighting off tears.

“I know, and you’re lucky you’re getting surgery otherwise I would have hog tied you and stuck a sock in your mouth,”

“Hah, so violent, but effective.”

Ellie waited in the room across the hall. She laid in the full size bed sprawled out. She already decided to stay up until you were done and told Joel and Tommy to get some rest. She didn’t feel tired and opted for journaling. She sat with her back against the headboard and got her journal back open. The moon was bright tonight and shined down on the bed. Ellie smiles to herself and starts to write:

French 101: Jolie = Pretty

“What are you doing kiddo,” Joel stands in the doorway.

“Nothin’, I thought you were going to sleep,” she closes the journal.

Joel walks over to look out the window where the moon light was bright. “I don’t know much about doing a surgery, but I know the risks are always high, especially in a place like this. This ain’t no hospital..”

Ellie watches him and touches her tattoo on instinct, feeling the uneven scarred skin underneath. She has tolerated him so far for the sake of the mission, but she still considered their relationship to be over. It was almost two years since she learned the truth about that night and the Fireflies. She had almost no contact with him for the first year, and now, she has just tolerated him when she had to. It was hard to completely ignore him, and at times she has glimpses of who they used to be.. But Ellie had succumbed to the final notion that she was completely, and utterly, useless. Her life meant something when she was on the operating table at Saint Mary’s Hospital.. then- nothing.. and she had no way of choosing herself when Joel shot his way through the Firefly hospital and killed the only possible people that could have ended the infection and saved the world. All this and then to be fed lies. She watched the earth spin slowly as she stood on the moon, watching it turn and crumble.

“I’m going to sleep,” Ellie was irritated and just needed him out of the room. Joel turns to look at her but she looks dead pan at the end of the bed just waiting for him to leave. Joel again gets the hint that he has invaded her space.

“Alright, goodnight,” he walks out.

20 minutes go by… 30… 40… She waits…

Then finally a call from the other room, and like a prayer, she is ready to answer your call, to be recognized, to be needed.

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Song: Dare You to Move - Artist: Switchfoot - Released: 2009

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Ellie hops out of the bed and opens the door- the sound of the soft cries of an infant baby is suddenly heard. There is a portable curtain rod holding up a teal medical curtain concealing Hannah. “Give me one second, baby is meeting her mommy,” you say from the otherside.

Hannah is crying as she has skin-to-skin, “Hello Sophie Aria Dubois.”

You walk out from behind the curtain holding a small newborn wrapped up in an equally small cloth. You’re wearing a mask but Ellie can see your eyes smiling as you hand her over Sophie. “Keep her warm and watch her breathing, let me know if there’s anything wrong, I’m going to close Hannah.”

“Woah,” Ellie was kind of amazed and looked back at the baby and back to you, “You did say that you were out of this world.”

END OF EPISODE 1

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gomzwrites · 10 months

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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Day 5: Alejandro Vargas

Tags: fluff, xgn!reader, xmedic reader, terrible Spanish(forgive me), medical jargons, mention and description of wounds and injury but nothing too explicit

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in blue (I know I always put it purple so am sorry if you got confuse XD) ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・translation are written below sentences in small size ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: to the peeps who wanted me to write Ale <3 I'll be honest I'm not very well versed with him so if he seems ooc im sorry xD not me writing this and revising my notes at the same time WHEEZE my pharm side is showing heavily in this fic-

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Ah doc! Good to see you again, preciosa~ Ha pasado un tiempo y mis ojos están llenos de ganas de verte…

It's been a while and my eyes are full of desire to see you…

You roll your eyes as you smirk and turn around to see the ever-flirtatious Alejandro walking into the medical bay with a smug look as he leaned on the door.

What can I do for the Colonel this time?

You cross your arms and lean your weight on one leg as you watch him chuckle and walk towards you with confidence.

Please, doc. You can just call me Alejandro like before; there’s no need for formalities, yeah?

He says this as he leans in close to you and gives you a wink. You give another chuckle as you look back at him with a sheepish smile. Alejandro is a big flirt; that much is known, but you can’t help but get weak at his antics and the words that flow naturally out of his mouth.

Just wanted to ask you to take a look at my dressing, cariño.

You nod as you wear your medical gloves and motion to sit on the bed. Four days ago, you dealt with his injury, covered up some of his wound, and have been assessing his recovery progress. There’s a rather deep one on his mid-trunk on his abdomen.

Alright, take off your shirt, Alejandro.

Ah? At least take me to dinner first, doc.

You shot him a glare as you sighed and pretended to be annoyed. You waited patiently as he lifted his shirt up, folded it, and placed it neatly on the bed. You take a look at the strip of the wound, noting how it was still dry and there was no spread or swelling redness around it, but the dressing did have some clear liquid oozing on the side.

Alright, I’m going to change the dressing. Lay down for me.

Alejandro gives you a nod as he follows your order and rests on the bed. You set up the sterile zone on the metal surgical table. You slowly begin your procedure and peel up the old dressing, wipe off any excess fluid with gauze, and clean the surrounding skin, being gentle and careful not to cause him any discomfort or pain. Fortunately, it seems like the wound is still well controlled, with no signs of contamination or infection, no odour, and just some thin serous fluid that leaks around the edges of the wound. You assess the surrounding skin as you go on.

Does it still hurt?

Not as much, but it does itch sometimes.

You give another nod as you remove your gloves and wear another new pair of gloves as you remove the new dressing from the packet and seal the dressing on the wound properly.

Alright, you know the drill: keep the wound dry as much as possible, and come to me if anything doesn't feel right.

Alejandro gives you an appreciative nod as he sits up and gives you a smile. He pulls back his shirt with ease as you wash your hands and turn back to him. You give him an amused look as he leans forward and rests his arm on his legs.

You got a meeting after this?

The question startled him slightly.

Hm? sí sí, need to run through some post-mission things.

Hmmm alright.

You give a hum as you stand before him, and he stares you up curiously as you motion his hair with your hand as you chuckled, his hair was a bit messy, with the front strands of hair hanging and intercrossing with one another.

May I?

His eyes lit up with his signature grin, and he leaned forward while slowly opening his legs to let you stand in between them. You glanced down at his muscular thighs for a few seconds before shooting back up at his eyes, blushing slightly before you finally ran your hand through his hair.

He closed his eyes as he let you do your thing. At this distance, he could smell and feel just how close you were to him, mostly antiseptic and alcohol, but he could faintly pick up the citrus perfume that you wore every day. He recognised it and loves it because it has such a fresh smell to him.

But what really sends his heart beating is feeling your delicate hands; since you often wore latex gloves, he never got to indulge your soft skin often. He hums as he slowly opens his eyes and stares up to you through his lashes, watching the way your eyelids were slightly lower and the pink flush that always appears whenever you’re with him, despite wearing a surgical mask all the time.

He liked that he had that ability over you. He liked it when he could make you flustered so easily with just a few simple Spanish words. God, with how good-looking and cute you are, he wanted to hold your waist and bring you into his embrace.

There.

You finished styling his hair as you met his eyes again.

He blinked before straightening his back and touching his hair, nodding to you appreciatively.

He wished you wouldn’t have done it so quickly.

But that’s how you are—fast and efficient as you work around in the medical bay. Being a military doctor was certainly no easy feat due to the high-stress environment that requires quick thinking.

Gracias, cariño.

You waved him goodbye as you went back to your desk to update his medical files as he exited the medical bay—not before taking one look at you, of course.

"Looking good, hermano."

Rudy bumps his shoulder before the meeting starts; he raises his eyebrow as he laughs and touches his hair. He’s curious now since he didn’t care how you styled his hair since he was so caught up in his own thoughts. He walked up to the window as he stared through the reflection, humming when he realised you ruffled his hair to lay slightly on the left side instead of the right side; additionally, you also pulled out that one curly strand of hair and let it rest on his forehead.

Hm, I do look good like this.

He thought to himself as he grinned, so this is how you like him to look.

For the next few days and weeks, Alejandro will use any excuse he can to find you, but not before deliberately messing up his hair slightly as he begs for your attention.

Ah, médico, I ran out of aspirin again. I just gave you some two days ago. I must’ve lost it, you know how clumsy I get~ You noticed it too, but really you’re just taking advantage and pretending to follow whatever stories he brews up (while still following the guidelines of course, can’t lose that licence now, can we?)

I'm starting to think you don’t intend to find your "missing comb" now, Ale.

You speak as you brush his hair away with your own comb, with him sitting on your office chair, his arm resting on the headrest as he gleefully smiles. He’s been asking you to style his hair for the past few days because he said "I look better when you style it".

Ah, you know the base; it's so large, my comb could be anywhere!

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you shook your head.

It’s like I’m babysitting a child.

That earned a chuckle from him as he scooted the swivel chair closer to you and rested his head on one of his arms.

I don’t mind being taken care of by you.

Yeah? I bet you don’t; you're being pampered by me at this rate.

I’m not complaining~

You blushed slightly when he gave you a sly smirk, clearing your throat slightly as you tried to focus on his hair.

I’ll let you pamper me for life if you would allow me, cariño.

He whispered after a while as he slowly rose from the chair and took the comb from your hand. You gulped slightly as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles softly. You glance away nervously before feeling him pull your chin up to face him again.

What do you say, hm?

Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you digested his words, finally nodding as he immediately grinned and pulled you in for a hug, nuzzling his face close to your neck as you giggled slightly.

Now you don’t have to find another lame reason to come bug me.Oh you’re right mi amor, I’ll bother you whenever and however I want now.

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end of year fic recs, list #2

part one // here

same as last time: i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!

this list will have recs for Spider-Man and BNHA. enjoy! :)

Spider-Man

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). while on a team mission, peter parker bites off a bit more than he can chew. 3k, hurt/comfort

In the Home by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates. 69k, angst and comfort

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (@mysterycyclone). AU where peter parker gets pulled into the DCU after the events of Infinity War, and gets pulled into the both the Wayne family and the Bat Family. 213k+, angst and comfort

Spider-Verse

equifinality by Quillium (@quillium). In a world where Jefferson Davis dies instead of Spider-man, Miles Morales becomes the Prowler and somehow still gets taken under Spider-man's wing. 20k+, hurt/comfort

so lucky, so strong, so proud by ProfessorSpork. Sometimes you end up in a superhero team up where half the people in the group have your face, or your dead ex/best friend’s face, and you just have to find a way to deal with it. 7k, angst and comfort

Down the Waterspout by Mockingone. spiderverse au where spider-man lives.

let's do this one last time by imoticon. michelle jones gets sucked into the multi-verse. gwen stacy helps her. 9k, dimension travel

New Moves by WildInkling (@wildinkling). miles morales takes up ballet!! 3k, fluff

BNHA

komorebi by Calamitatum (@calamitxtum). desperate to prove himself, Hitoshi agrees to help UA find the traitor, even if he has to sacrifice himself in the process. 157k, angst

Accidentally, Tragically, Heroic by whatagoodegg. shigaraki infiltrates ua as a student, and somehow, is accidentally a great hero. 118k+, hurt/comfort

reconcile by whatagoodegg. a child's quirk traps midoriya and shigaraki in a box together until they can 'reconcile' their differences. 151k, hurt/comfort

Foresight by akcugrai (@akcugrai). Izuku's quirk is simple, it tells him exactly what he needs to do, eventually leading him to tear down All for One. 66k, hurt/comfort

Candor by OwlF45 (@owlf45). The Hero Commission passes a new code that requires all heroes to complete a mental simulation test. For Izuku, the consequences are catastrophic. 60k, hurt/comfort

linger on the doorstep (come into the warmth) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). au where midoriya inko adopts aizawa in high school, dramatically changing his life and the life of his brother, midoriya izuku. 408k+, angst and comfort

out of the frying pan (into the ice and fire) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). Izuku runs into his twin at the USJ - and then proceeds to run into him seemingly everywhere he goes. 305k+, angst and comfort

Words as Weapons by NearoRiver. While navigating his father’s (All for One's) high expectations, insidious emotional abuse, and overpowering quirk, Izuku fights to become a hero. 129k+

Ill-Gotten Gains by ghostmaybite. AFO!Izuku steals Aizawa's quirk to kill All for One. things only get more complicated from there. 245k+, hurt/comfort

once forgotten, twice removed by blueh (@blu-eh). number one hero Deku gets thrust into an alternate reality where he’s All for One’s Successor. 42k, hurt/comfort

awake and (un)afraid, asleep or- by driedupwishes. after shouto and eijirou start trending on twitter, shouto starts an instagram to showcase his Hero Deku merch. it spirals from there. 54k, future fic

Independent Study by pianogavin (@pianogavinwrites). After one too many repeat injuries, UA puts a policy in place to alert parents every time their child is hurt at school. This leads to Momo taking care of her own injuries. MomoJirou focused. 6k, hurt/comfort

we don't know what's dead / till it's gone by carolinaa (@officialratprince). momo's dad dies. neither she nor Kyouka know how to feel about it. 8k hurt/comfort

spit to the left, carry on (smile & say you're good) by jublis. Jirou grows into herself during a time of war. 15k, hurt/comfort

old game (new rules) by carolinaa (@officialratprince). the ULTIMATE momojirou fic. after bad experiences in middle school, kyouka is determined to keep to herself at UA, but her classmates have a way of getting under her skin.

Despite Your Good Intentions series by xylophones. yagi toshinori moves into midoriya izuku's apartment building when he is eleven. this has a ripple effect that leads to midoriya izuku becoming the youngest licensed intern that japan has seen, and spirals from there. one of my favorite series!!! 204k, hurt/comfort

Thick Blood, Sweet Water by litbynosun (@coldwind-shiningstars). aizawa shouta and midoriya inko are siblings who only reunite after midoriya izuku has started his first year at UA. 15k, family fluff

the drip of melting ice by planet_B612. Hitoshi moves into the 2A dormitory at the beginning of his second year, learns who his neighbour is, and makes the friends he had declared he isn't there to have within the space of a semester. 20k, hurt/comfort

every story is a ghost by daylightbreaks (). shinsou learns that crushes get complicated quickly when you think that your crush is possesed. shindeku. 26k, hurt/comfort

between the lines (it was there the whole time) by placesinfive. eri, class 1-A, and all the little moments in between. 12k, domestic fluff

make this feel like home by carolinaa (@officialratprince). natsuo spends his winter break at home. surprisingly, it doesn't all go to shit. 27k, hurt/comfort

when the light returns by rubiginosa. bakugou, camie and uraraka go up north to steal a tree for Todoroki. 13k, road trip fic

Leitmotif by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea). midoriya interns with present mic, and runs into a man with a quirk that lets him hear people's "soul song". 7k, hurt/comfort

pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup (@polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup). a quirk creates a younger version of midoriya izuku, who causes headaches for himself and everyone else. this is straight-up one of my favorite fics, and this summary does NOT do it justice. go read!! 74k+, hurt/comfort

hours spent in a hospital waiting room just to lose a knife fight by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku's friends support him when he's hospitalized for appendicitis - a disease he can only get after being born Quirkless. 3k, hurt/comfort

with just a little luck by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku keeps getting hurt, so his classmates start to gift him good-luck charms, not realizing it puts him on edge. 7k, hurt/comfort

Small Enough to Carry by ghostwriterofthemachine (@ghostwriterofthemachine). One Thing Midoriya Izuku Starts Carrying Around for Each of the People that He Loves, and One Thing Each of Them Starts Carrying Around for Him. 12k, hurt/comfort

A Boy and his Ghost series by LowlyWriter. AU where izuku can see ghosts, and soon befriends Shirakumo Oboro, the ghost who follows his teachers around. 543k, hurt/comfort

hero’s shadow by feelingstabby. the story of how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante. one of my favorite longfics! 818k+, hurt/comfort

When Realities Collide by LowlyWriter. hero-in-training midoriya izuku gets transported to an alternate universe where he is a deadly villain. 168k, hurt/comfort

starkly marked by OwlF45 ((@owlf45). izuku is stuck in a timeloop, but the longer it goes on, the more people begin to recognize him - even if they technically haven't met. 4k, angst

but somehow i'll see it through by artfulacrostic (@artfulacrostic). izuku is the victim of an obedience quirk. 16k, hurt/comfort

idle worship by dreamtowns (@dreamvevo). shindeku social media au revolving around secret identities. one of the best social media fics I've read - dreamtowns puts HOURS of effort into their fics, and it shows. 28k, hurt/comfort

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