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hedwig221b · 3 months ago

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Hi! Can you please recommend age gap sterek fics? 🙏🙏❤️❤️

and @dauntlesslypinkterror asked:

Hii. Can you recommend age difference fics? ❤️❤️

You may notice by the length of this rec list that I love age diff... This was very delightful to put together. Featuring older Derek as well as some older Stiles

Older Derek

serve me lemonade by endversed

"Do not hit on our professor,” Lydia says. “Technically,” Stiles starts to point out, “he’s just our professor’s friend.” “Technically,” she purses her mouth primly around the retort, “he’s old enough to be your father.” Instantly, Stiles catches his tongue between his teeth. He can feel his nose scrunching up with the utter glee of his smile. “I know,” he breathes. “Isn’t it awesome?” Stiles is a law student with a thing for older men. Derek is the middle-aged divorcee he wants to climb like a tree.

DNCE (Desperate Need for Care and Ecstasy) by LillianDeLooney

Gentle lumberjack Derek takes care of Stiles in a new and exciting way.

Hunger by SinQueen69

Anon on tumblr: Are prompts open? feel free to ignore. 40 year old werewolf Derek/ Succubus Stiles. Derek is a hot experienced werewolf who can keep up with Stiles hunger, Stiles can takes whatever Derek can dish out and looks like all his shameful jailbait fantasies. Rough sex, knotting, come inflation, and Derek using Stile' little demon horns as a hold to pull him back on his dick. + Anon on tumblr wanted: Hey can you write a story where Derek has to train Stiles to take his very BIG cock and then after taking it for the first time Stiles becomes addicted to Dereks dick and he wants to have it in him all the time?

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

"Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.” “I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning. “This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it. * When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard. Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Impatient by SinQueen69

2024 Suggestion Form Anon: Older biker/criminal Derek loves corrupting 16 year old sheriff's son Stiles. Stiles makes a joke about how it's good he can't get preggo but Derek instantly develops a new kink. The thought of knocking Stiles up so everyone in town knows that Stiles let Derek breed him, that it was Derek that stole Stiles out from under the sheriff's overprotective grip is almost too much. Any Fandom Dark Bingo Square: Forbidden Relationship

i've been pushing for this (for so long) by marinbel

"I’m too old for you,” Derek says. “Peter’s too old for me, and he still wants to fuck me,” Stiles says. He smiles—just a little, just the corner of his mouth—and spares a glance in Derek’s direction. “I think you’re just fine.”

Hitchhiking and Propositions by halcyon1993

Stiles hitchhikes and gets picked up by an older man.

One life stand by Vendelin

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale. All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up. Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

Put In His Place bySinQueen69

Tumblr Anon: aggressive underage omega Stiles pursuing older alpha Derek who is reluctant because he's married or he feels guilty about the age difference

One Door Closes by KouriArashi

Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. (I'm sure a million fics have been written about older Stiles and Derek, but this one has cowboy Derek, does that help?)

With or Without You by SinQueen69

Anon on Tumblr wanted: Could you write Alpha stepdad Derek finally gives in to barely legal omega Stiles' seduction. & Anon from my feedback form wanted: bottom stiles. belly bulge, nipple play, a/b/o, so much dirty talk

Off Limits by halcyon1993

A story in two parts: When Stiles tags along to one of his dad's basketball games, he's instantly drawn to one of his dad's friends, a man named Derek Hale. Derek is over twice his age, but Stiles can't stop himself from wanting him. Jackson has hidden his sexuality and obeyed his parents' orders for years, but when the pressure finally becomes too much, he can't do either of those things anymore. As his best friend Danny helps him to pick up the pieces of his life and discover who he truly is, Jackson realises there might be more between them than he thought.

His Father's Friend by SinQueen69

Tumblr Anon: Derek is John’s friend from high school coming to stay with him while he manages a messy divorce. John’s happy to have an extra set of hands around the house and someone to makes sure 16 yo Stiles is home by curfew. He wouldn’t be so happy if he knew what went on while he’s at work. Kinks-size and age difference, bottom Stiles, hung Derek, taboo kink, possessive Derek, forbidden love. + Stiles has very puffy sensitive nipples and Derek just can’t leave them alone. He gropes and pinches them whenever he can, he shoves Stiles into dark corners and makes Stiles pull up his shirt so he can suck on them in public, he pulls out of Stiles’ mouth half way through a blow job to rub his wet cock on them. Kinks- Stiles with sensitive puffy nipples, hung uncut Derek, possible surprise lactation.

Oh, Teach

Stiles is Derek’s mate, and Derek is Stiles’ professor. So Derek does the only logical thing he can think of: he repels him.

Alway's Hungry by SinQueen69

Chapter 1-Anonymous prompt fill: Teen Stiles starts hooking up with or is in a sugar daddy/baby relationship with an older bear with a big, hairy gut. He loves parading Stiles around in crop tops, tiny shorts, choker collars, covered in hickies. They fuck in public bathrooms, or Stiles sits on his cock every opportunity he gets. Stiles with zero shame loving his daddy's coke can thick cock. Barebacking/toys/creampies/voyeurism all great! Chapter 2: Anon on Tumblr wanted: Can I prompt sterek + spanking + daddy kink + exhibitionism Chapter 3: request from moodyprincess00 for Fisting

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--” “Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.” “About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types. “The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

Sharp and Sweet, Soft and Sound by astrugglingstoic

After spending the last six years together, Stiles thought it was time to expand their family.

A New Toy by SinQueen69

Derek has a new toy for his baby to try out.

Housekeeping by lvmehtme

Derek is a busy novelist with no time to care about or clean up his house. When he's made aware of the condition of his house he turns to a housekeeping agency for help. Stiles is having financial troubles and takes on a load of jobs to help him and his father get by.

The Long Way Home by MonsieurBlueSky (MyChemicalRachel)

Stiles didn’t plan to sleep with his best friend’s dad. It just kind of happened. And then it happened again. And again. And again…

Later, mate! by Smowkie

Derek looked at the time and sighed. One more hour until he could go pick up Alex and go home. It was Friday, and Fridays were their nights, so they were going to eat Chinese food and watch Beauty and the Beast for the thousand time and probably play a game together, and he couldn’t wait. Someone knocked on his open door and he startled a little as he was pulled out of his head. Stiles smiled at him from the doorway. ”Hey, professor Hale,” he said. ”Mr Stilinski,” Derek said and tried to keep his smile professionally polite. Every time he talked to Stiles he had to remind himself that he was his student, that while he was 18, and legal in that aspect, he was still ten years younger than Derek, Sheriff Stilinski’s son, and again, his student.

Knotty Professor by CharWright5

It wasn't the first time Stiles had totally lost focus while working on an essay, writing a topic that most definitely wasn't the assigned one. It was, however, the first time a teacher—or professor, in this case—decided that his paper was so inaccurate he would have to give the student a first hand lesson in order to right his wrongs. Which, this time, meant teaching Stiles exactly what it was like to be knotted.

Take Your Breath Away by thecheekydragon

Stiles didn’t need Scott to tell him who their new English Lit teacher was. He knew it was Derek Hale. He also knew Derek Hale was hot.

The Land of Milk and Honey by MereLoup

Derek had followed Peter to many a business dinner. When Peter was trying to woo a client, he pulled out all of the stops. He would spend however much money was necessary to ensure that the client was impressed and felt like the most important person in the world. Peter Hale had a gift when it came to client relations. Derek had been to just about every five star restaurant in Manhattan, so much so that the shine of expensive business lunches and dinners at exclusive restaurants had begun to wear off just a bit. All of the safety precautions were a little strange, and they were definitely atypical from the normal places they had attended. Derek wasn’t exactly sure why, but he didn’t really care. Every place had their niche. But once they passed through those doors, everything made complete sense. This wasn’t a restaurant at all. It was a bar. An omega milk bar.

Mixing Business with Pleasure by halcyon1993

To get away from the stress of his job in NYC, Derek rents a house in the Beacon Hills preserve and quickly picks up a not-so-secret admirer in Stiles Stilinski.

Only Me

He held Stiles’ face like it was the most precious thing and licked Stiles’ neck like he owned it. A kiss was the first thing to greet Stiles in the mornings they spent together, and at nights, it was the last thing he felt on his face. Each time was more desperate than the last. Derek told him he was made to be kissed. It was a reward, a pleasure, a relief. And then, after all of this, he would disappear. For two days, three, or for a week. Stiles would choke from the thought that this time he definitely ruined it (how? god, how?), and then, in a click of a light, Derek would come back as if he were always there. Calling from a hidden number, cupping his chin, tugging Stiles closer with his hand splayed on his back, so big and insistent. Kissing, loving, refusing to let go. But only in a closed room, in the darkest corner of a restaurant, in a black sports car with its windows thick and tinted. Stiles dreaded saying goodbye.

Desperate

Derek understood perfectly well how young Stiles was. Just how many times did he stop himself from digging his teeth into that lovely neck to claim him? Maybe, next time he shouldn’t. The thought, wild and sudden, came to him, and once it did, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it. If he got Stiles pregnant, then the omega would be his. Fully his. They would be bound for life. Stiles wouldn’t refuse the mating bite, then. Stiles was his omega. Derek would do anything to keep him. Anything.

Older Stiles

Risking It by dbeaux

A chance meeting changes everything. Stiles and his band, Rogue, are currently on hiatus, and he's in the process of turning things on their end. He's not looking for love. He can't. The band and his daughter have to come first. Add in that he's not out to anyone other than his best friend and his dad, he's resigned to the fact that love is just not in his future. He's not even sure how to be in a relationship, much less where to begin. Derek is Rogue's self-proclaimed biggest fan. He's had posters of Stiles Stilinski on his walls for years and went to loads of concerts, but he never got a chance to meet him before the band went on hiatus. Little did he know that he wouldn't even recognize him if given a chance. Will Stiles be able to figure out how to let someone in? Can Derek trust that he's enough for someone like Stiles?

Multidisciplinary Studies by DevilDoll

Stiles is a slightly-older-and-very-sexy librarian and Derek has a thirst for knowledge.

Becoming Yours by dbeaux

As a dom and owner of Stockholm Syndrome, Stiles takes pride in providing a safe place for people to scene. After a bad breakup, he's not looking for a sub, isn't sure he wants a full time sub again. College student and curious sub Derek needs a full time dom but hasn't found anyone willing to take him on so he spends as much time at Stockholm Syndrome as he can, pairing up with various doms willing to take him on for an evening. When their worlds collide, can they find what they need in each other?

Knot So Typical by KnottheWolf

Sure, Derek has a boyfriend. But he keeps it a secret, not because he's embarrassed he's dating an older Alpha man, but because he knows the moment his sisters find out it'll be hell.

Duly (K)noted by KnottheWolf

"Interesting little show you’ve got their, Derek.” The Alpha comments, his voice is so cold with an edge of harshness it has Derek’s stomach rolling with anxiety. “H-How much did you see?” Derek twist his head a little so he’s not staring up at Stiles face. He wants to hide somewhere dark and cry, Stiles saw him. He saw him showing off to a bunch of strangers like a whore. God, what if he tells his mother, what would she think of him? “Enough.” Stiles clips, pushing off from the wall to stand in front of Derek, “Enough, that I could see you fingering yourself open before fucking yourself on some silicon cock just to show off to a bunch of nobodies.” It’s like a slap to his face and Derek’s head is dipping low in regret.

Coach Stiles by DirtyKnots

Stiles shouldn't be doing this, any of this. Shouldn't feel like this about a student. But he does.

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thought-you-knew · 22 days ago

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pb&jj roommates au: the one where the cat escapes

Summary: the kitten, hank gets out during a storm, and out of all your roommates, joaquin is the most distraught. the kitten he couldn't care less about. can be read as a stand alone, or you can read the first part here.

based on this prompt: i like cats, but no one should love their fur balls as much as you do, but now there's a storm outside and the cat's not at home and you're devastated, so now we run through the rain, screaming for your cat

Pairing: pb&jj x !platonic reader/fem!reader (pairings may change in the future)

Warnings: living with 4 guys, fluff, limited use of y/n, the reader's appearance isn't described. not proofread

WC: 1.1K

Author's Note: i saw this prompt and thought of joaquin. i know i've been mainly posting pbjj, but they have taken over my brain. i do have a new bob reynolds fic i'm working on, and i'm hope to have it out sunday, but most likely monday. i'm riding this inspiration train while it lasts because usually i'm a very slow writer. anyways, i hope you guys like it. (:

Who would’ve guessed that out of all your roommates, Joaquin would be the most devastated about losing the kitten, aka the unofficial/official mascot of the apartment. It wasn’t anyone's fault (Joaquin blames Bob) who left the front door a crack, and Hank, the kitten, got out. To make matters worse, it’s been storming all day long.

After returning from another overly long and grueling shift at work, all you want to do is relax with a nice bottle of wine. Of course, living with four guys can make that difficult. You’re still at the top of the stairs, and you can already hear raised voices coming from your apartment. Letting out a long sigh, you prepare yourself for the inevitable chaos.

The moment you walk in the front door, you see all four of your roommates in the living room. Bob is sitting in the middle of the couch, looking distressed. Johnny, Peter, and Joaquin are all having a faceoff.

Joaquin tries to shove past Johnny and Peter to get to Bob’s seated figure. “This is all your fault!” You’re shocked, to say the least. You’ve been living here a total of four months, and you’ve never once seen Joaquin get angry or raise his voice at Bob. From what Peter had told you, Joaquin and Bob have been friends since high school.

“Hey, let’s just chill out,” Peter, ever the mediator, gently pushes Joaquin back. “I get you’re upset, but-”

“Hank is out there!” Joaquin shouts and points out the window to the thunderstorm. Johnny is now sitting on the coffee table and trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

“Thought you didn’t like cats,” Johnny comments.

“I don’t like cats, I like Hank.”

“What’s going on?” You finally cut in, making all four turn to you. Joaquin is the first to rush over to you. His face is frantic, and it looks like he might have been crying earlier. He’s already zipping up your rain jacket that you’ve unzipped a second ago and grabbing your umbrella from your hand. He spins you around and pushes you towards the front doors while simultaneously grabbing his jacket.

All the while saying. “Thank god you’re back. Hank is missing, and we have to find him.”

Those words have you racing out the door with Joaquin hot on your heels.

"Guys, seriously?"

You and Joaquin are huddled under your umbrella, and it's doing a poor job of keeping both of you dry. The rain hasn't let up, and it's starting to get dark out. This is the first time you and Joaquin have been properly alone.

It's not that there's an awkwardness between you two; it's just that neither one of you has had the chance to have a one-on-one conversation. It doesn't help that your work schedule is opposite his. If you remember correctly from conversations with Bob, Joaquin works nights at a dive bar.

"So... how long has Hank been missing?" You ask.

"A couple of hours. Bob took the trash out and didn't close the door all the way.

"Hank followed him all the way to the back of the building, and Bob didn't notice?" You find that hard to believe.

"You know how Bob is," Joaquin says, and gently nudges you towards the left. "Anyway, we'd better hurry up and find him before Bob loses his mind over this cat."

You hold back a smile. Right, Bob is worried out of his mind. The pair of you continues down the sidewalk while taking turns yelling out Hank. Joaquin's piercing whistle makes you wince.

"He's not a dog."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I supposed to do that stupid pspspsp."

"Well, that is the sacred cat call." You stop walking, making him stop as well. "Try it again. Only this time, mean it." You say in all seriousness

"No."

"All the other guys have done it."

"You're lying."

"Why would I lie about something so sacred?"

Joaquin stares you down, and you try your best not to crack. "Even Johnny?"

"You'd be surprised, he was the first. But you didn't hear that from me."

"Fine." And you almost miss hearing it over the rain. You can tell Joaquin is trying to collect himself. Either he thinks you're messing with him, or the sheer audacity that it'll work. "pspsps." His mouth moves, but no noise comes out.

You move closer to him and point to your ear. "Sorry, what was that? If I can't hear you from here, what makes you think Hank will?"

Joaquin clenches his jaw. "PSPSPSSPSP! Happy?"

A loud laugh interrupts you two. "What the fuck was that?" You both turn and see Johnny, Peter, and Bob all standing there with their own umbrellas. "Is that your new mating call, Torres?" Johnny continues.

"Fuck off," Joaquin mutters and starts walking again, leaving you umbrella-less. Bob hurries to catch up to him, and you see him say something to Joaquin before they both look back at you.

An umbrella appears over your head. "And they say chivalry is dead."

You roll your eyes at Johnny and suggest going in the opposite direction to cover more ground. Peter says he'll recheck the back of the building.

"We should check the alley we found him in," Johnny says.

Lo and behold, that's where Hank is. Only this time he's muddy and sopping wet.

Mister, I don't care about a dumb cat, volunteers to help you bathe Hank in the bathroom sink. You can't erase the image of Joaquin's relieved face when he saw you and Johnny returning with Hank. Or how he hovered behind Bob and Peter as Hank was being wrapped up into a purrito.

Joaquin is gently holding purrito Hank as you're getting his bath ready.

"I can ask Bob to help me with bathing Hank. I know how allergic you are," you joke, and you swear you see Joaquin clutch Hank closer to his chest.

"No," Joaquin replies fast, "I-uh, Bob's busy... besides my allergies aren't that bad." He gives a sheepish expression at your smug face.

"Mhm, whatever you say, Torres. Hand over the baby." Joaquin unwraps Hank, passes him over to you, and you gently sit him in the water.

Thankfully, Hank doesn't freak out too much when it comes to water. Only hisses as you start shampooing him, and you're starting to get a little self-conscious with Joaquin staring at your every move.

"Sorry about the whole pspsps thing."

"Huh? Oh, that. Nah, it's all good."

You meet his gaze in the reflection. "You wanna rinse him off?" Joaquin stands beside you, and you hand him the cup. "Just before you don't get water in his ears."

"He's so small," Joaquin murmurs as he rinses Hank off.

"Yup, just a baby." You have a towel ready once Joaquin is done. Soon, Hank is wrapped up again and back in Joaquin's arms.

"Look at you being a good cat dad," you say as you boop Hank's nose.

"Eh, he's alright, I guess."

"Careful, Joaquin, people might get the impression you're a cat person."

It's safe to say that Hank is the permanent sixth roommate.

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wlw-imagines · 3 months ago

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Blown Away - Amelia Shepherd x Reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

requested: Hey, can I please request Amelia Shepherd dating Meredith Grey's sister (reader), who is a part of the BAU (FBI) and is best friends with Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan? (Maybe they're out on a case and something goes wrong and reader has to go to the hospital?) (Also can there be some fluffy content with Amelia like wearing reader FBI jacket around there apartment?) - anon

a/n: it’s been a WHILE that this has been in my inbox but i thought this would be a good time to use it! hoping to keep up with the month prompts but we shall see - for now, enjoy! (all medical langugae from heavy google sessions plus good old grey’s anatomy watching, will probs be wrong!)

cw: surgery, explosion

summary: Y/N Grey, part of the famous Grey family and member of the FBI’s BAU, is dating Amelia Shepherd. After a dangerous mission, Y/N is injured and rushed to the hospital. She’s surrounded as she recovers.

Part of Mayloncholy 2025: Day One, “Don’t leave me here.” of @may-lancholy

The radio alarm blared to life, the sharp voice of the morning news anchor cutting through the stillness of your bedroom like a knife.

You groaned, face still buried in the pillow. “Yeah, okay, I get it,” you muttered hoarsely, blindly reaching out to smack the snooze button. The volume only seemed to get louder. “Stop...” You grumbled out.

Eventually, the noise ceased, and silence trickled back into the room. You turned over slowly, arm reaching instinctively across the bed, expecting to pull Amelia into your chest for one of those soft, sleepy forehead kisses you’d grown to crave.

But your hand met only cold sheets.

You frowned, eyes cracking open despite the early hour. The bed was empty. Her side was still rumpled, but the chill there told you she hadn’t made it to bed last night. Your heart sank a little. You hoped she hadn’t been pulled into another marathon surgery. The last one had left her running on fumes for days.

With a reluctant sigh, you peeled yourself from the warmth of the comforter before you could be tempted back under. The light under the door caught your attention - faint and yellow from the living room lamp.

“Amelia?” you called softly, your voice still rough with sleep.

Padding barefoot across the cool wooden floor, you nudged the door open.

And there she was.

Asleep on the couch, still fully dressed in her scrubs, half-wrapped in the thick fleece throw you’d given her for Christmas last year. One foot hung off the edge of the cushion, her face slack with exhaustion, mouth slightly parted in a quiet snore.

Your chest ached with a mixture of affection and concern.

You walked over quietly and sat beside her, careful not to wake her too roughly. The dip in the cushion stirred her, and her eyes fluttered open in a start, panic there for a brief second before recognition settled in.

You gave her a small smile, lacing your fingers with hers. “Good morning, trouble.”

She blinked at you, disoriented, brows furrowed. “Wha—?”

“You never came to bed,” you said gently, brushing a few stray hairs out of her eyes.

She groaned, stretching under the blanket. “I just… laid down for a minute. Didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Her voice was scratchy. You could tell from her face that she hadn’t meant to worry you.

You smoothed the blanket back over her shoulders. “I figured. Long shift?”

“Busy.” She sighed and brought your hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I didn’t even notice how tired I was.”

You nodded toward the bedroom. “Come on, my love. The bed’s still warm.”

With a little coaxing and a sleepy laugh, she climbed onto your back, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and legs around your waist.

“I should stay up,” she mumbled into your hair. “I’ve got emails to answer… maybe even laundry-”

“Nope.” You cut her off, adjusting your grip so she wouldn’t slip. “You’re going back to sleep. There’s lunch in the fridge and fresh clothes by the shower.”

“Mmm, overachiever,” she sighed contentedly.

You ducked through the doorframe, careful not to bump her legs, and lowered her gently onto the bed. She immediately burrowed under the covers, eyes fluttering shut even as she reached for you.

“I love you,” she whispered, her hand brushing your neck before falling back to the sheets.

You adjusted the comforter again, tucking her in like you had when she was sick last winter. “Rest up, okay?”

She tugged you down for one more kiss, this time lingering longer, noses brushing, her warmth anchoring you for a moment.

“Don’t go just yet.”

It almost worked. You hesitated, watching the curve of her shoulder as she sank into the bed, the dark circles under her eyes, the way her fingers refused to let go of yours completely. But eventually, you had to pull away.

“I’m sorry. I really have to get to work.”

She frowned, soft and small. “I miss you,” she admitted, catching your hand again and squeezing.

“I know,” you said gently, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’m right here.”

Her eyes flitted away. “I know,” she repeated, quieter this time.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“Love you too. Have a good day,” she mumbled, already curling into the blankets.

As you shut the door behind you, a small unease settled in your stomach - not quite a worry, but something quieter, heavier. You’d been through worse together. Opposite shifts were nothing compared to what you’d already survived.

Still, the way she said ‘I miss you’ stuck with you.

You made a mental note to come home early if you could. Maybe cook dinner. Maybe just… be there.

She’d always been your home.

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You rushed through the bullpen, weaving between desks with coffee in one hand and a crumpled paper bag in the other, muttering curses under your breath. The weather had been a nightmare with rain coming down in sheets and traffic had decided to stage a small-scale apocalypse. You’d thought a quick detour for caffeine and a pastry might make the morning more tolerable.

Timewise? Not your best decision. But emotionally? Worth it.

From across the room, a voice rang out like a cannon. “Well, damn. Is that Y/N Grey actually gracing us with her presence?”

You didn’t even have to look up to recognize the booming sarcasm of Derek Morgan. He was already halfway across the floor, grinning.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start, guys.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “Start? You’ve been missing for,” he paused to check an imaginary watch, “fourteen minutes! We were about to put out an Amber Alert.”

“Oh, hilarious,” you deadpanned, brushing past him.

Just then, Emily Prentiss rounded the corner with the perfect flair of timing. She gasped as if she were genuinely shocked. “No. It can’t be. Y/N Grey? Walking? Talking? Existing in physical form?”

You were already mid-eye-roll before she even finished.

“I’m literally ten minutes late. You two need hobbies.”

Dropping your bag beside your desk, you collapsed into your chair with the defeated sigh of someone who already regretted getting out of bed. Emily perched on the corner of your desk like a cat in observation mode, while Derek leaned over the back of your chair, clearly not finished.

“She distracted you this morning, didn’t she?” he teased.

You didn’t need to ask who she was.

“Shut up,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

Emily smirked and started leafing through one of your files. “I mean, if I had the hot doc waiting for me in bed, I’d never show up to work either.”

You snatched the folder back and tossed it unceremoniously on top of the disorganized stack on your desk. “When exactly did we form a torment-Y/N club?”

“Roughly the minute you fell for someone hotter and smarter than you,” Derek grinned.

You tried to tuck your chair in, but it didn’t budge. You turned to glare at him. “Derek, are you literally pinning my chair down with your body weight?”

He gave you a smug look. “That’s what being late gets you. Public humiliation and mild physical restraint.”

You yelped as he swatted playfully at the back of your head, and the two of them erupted into laughter.

“I’d hate to see what you do if I was thirty minutes late.”

Emily leaned back with an innocent smile. “Oh, that’s when we start psychoanalyzing your childhood.”

“And if you hit the one-hour mark…” Derek trailed off as he walked back toward his desk, ��...we go full character assassination. No mercy.”

“You do that every day anyway!” you called after him.

Before either of them could volley back, JJ’s voice floated out from the open office door.

“Hey, team? Let’s move. We’ve got a case. It’s local.”

Emily turned toward her, frowning. “A case? Already?”

You, Derek, and Emily all exchanged the same tired glance.

“Do they ever let us breathe?” you groaned. “I’ve got, like, a mountain of paperwork to catch up on.”

JJ offered a small shrug, almost apologetic. “Look at it this way, you got here just in time.”

You exhaled heavily and reached for your coat again. “Great. Guess I should call Amelia and let her know it’s another sleepover with my bulletproof vest.”

“Call her on the road,” Derek said as he passed you, tossing you a smirk. “Maybe she’ll forgive you faster if you sound breathless and heroic.”

You chuckled, despite yourself. “Unfortunately, she’s used to the hero complex by now.”

You followed him out of the bullpen, phone already halfway to your ear. Amelia’s number was the first on your screen, always. And as you waited for her to pick up, you reminded yourself: the job might pull you away, but at the end of it, she’d still be home.

And that was everything.

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“There’s nothing! How is there nothing?” Derek shouted, slamming his hand down on the hood of the SUV in frustration after a fruitless search of the Unsub’s property.

“Hey, we found a dog. I’m calling that a small win,” you called out from a few meters away, crouched beside a shaggy black mutt whose tongue was lolling out as he gazed up at you like you hung the moon.

Derek turned toward you. “How about this... try not to get so distracted next time?” he said, his tone sharp with sarcasm.

You hummed, unbothered. “I think Amelia and I should adopt a dog.”

Emily snorted as she approached, sliding her gun back into its holster. “Whoa, slow down. Everyone knows the only step after adopting a dog is proposing.”

You let out a dramatic groan. “You two are insufferable.”

Derek grinned. “And maybe this is your way of saying that you do want to propose?” He arched an eyebrow, “As long as I’m the maid of honour of course,” he added, bending to scratch the dog behind the ears.

Emily raised a brow and laughed. “Please. She’d pick me.”

“Hell no,” Derek scoffed, turning to you. “You wouldn’t… right?”

You paused, biting your lip. “She might not say yes.”

“Of course she’ll say yes,” Emily said without hesitation.

Before you could respond, Hotch’s voice cut through the air. “Let’s wrap it up. We’ll reassess back at base.”

Emily, of course, wasn’t done. “Wait, you’re really thinking of proposing?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug, but your voice softened. “I love her. A lot.”

“Lock her down before she figures out what a softie you are,” Derek teased.

You ignored him, stroking the dog under its chin. “You’re cute, huh? I think Amelia would love you.”

“Y/N!” Derek called.

You sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

“You know you can’t adopt every stray you find,” Emily said with a grin.

“Watch me.”

“Place the dog... on the ground.”

“Fine,” you muttered, setting the dog gently back on the ground. As you turned to usher him toward the house he probably wandered from, something in the upper window caught your eye. A flicker of movement. A curtain, shifting.

Your body stilled. “Hey... did anyone else see that?”

“What?” Derek asked, already halfway back to the SUV.

“That window. Top floor, two from the left.” You pointed. “The curtain just moved. Someone’s up there.”

Derek sighed. “We cleared that house top to bottom. It’s empty.”

“I know, but… I saw something.”

“One more sweep?” Emily offered.

“Wouldn’t hurt.” You started back toward the house, more alert now. Your hand instinctively dropped to your sidearm.

“Y/N, wait up,” Derek called, jogging to catch up.

“Hurry up, slowpokes,” you shouted back, picking up the pace. “I swear to God, if we lose someone because you two are dragging your feet, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?”

“I don’t know, but it’ll be super fucking annoyi-”

You didn’t finish.

A deafening rip shattered the air, and the ground beneath you exploded. You didn’t feel the blast before it threw you backward - but you definitely felt the landing. The jarring, shattering collapse. The rain of debris. The weight. The dust.

You couldn’t breathe.

Panic clawed at your chest as you gasped, desperate for air. Your hearing was warped, muffled like cotton in your ears, but you could still make out Derek’s voice in the distance.

“Y/N!”

Your radio crackled with urgency. Officer down.

You blinked. Someone was down. Who? Was someone hurt? You couldn’t think properly.

You heard Hotch’s voice cutting through the chaos. “Derek, stop! There could be a second blast!” But it was too late, Derek was already there, sliding into your line of sight. Your mouth opened but no words came. Just wheezing.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his hands cradling your head with a kind of desperation. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

“Der—” You barely choked it out.

“I’m here. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Emily appeared beside him, horror flooding her expression.

“Don’t—” you croaked, torn between not wanting either of them near any kind of danger but also craving their presence.

“You’re okay,” Derek whispered again. “Just stay with me.”

The fear overwhelmed you and you decided you just wanted them, needed them to keep you safe, “Please… don’t leave me here,” you gasped, voice cracked and barely audible.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “Not if you stay with me, too.”

“I-” You didn’t finish the thought. You didn’t have the breath.

“Y/N, stay with me. Just breathe.”

“I’m okay, it’s...” You looked at Emily. “Em… I’m okay,” you tried to promise, voice rasping.

“The ambulance is on its way,” she said softly, her hand finding yours. “Just breathe. That’s all you need to do.”

“Amelia,” you rasped, mind flashing to your girlfriend. “Call her. You have to call Amelia.”

“I’m already on it,” Emily said, pressing her comm.

“The dog… is the dog okay?” You winced as you tried to look around. Pain radiated through your ribs.

A sharp bark rang out across the lawn, high-pitched, frantic. You couldn’t see the dog, but the sound cut through the fog in your brain like a thread tethering you to something real.

“That enough of an answer?” Derek said, voice cracking with emotion as he tried to keep things light. His hands were covered in dust and blood, your blood, and they trembled where they held your head steady. “You’re lying in rubble, and you’re asking about the damn dog.”

You tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “I’ve…” You gasped, chest seizing. “I’ve had worse.”

“No, you haven’t,” he said, barely above a whisper. You saw it in his eyes, the fear, the helplessness he rarely showed. “You doing okay?”

“Y/N?” Emily’s voice came in tight, controlled, but barely hanging on.

“Yeah, I’m... just-” Your voice broke off into another pained wheeze, and this time the fear wasn’t just in their eyes. It was in yours, too. Your vision swam. The world blurred at the edges.

“Stop. Don’t talk. Just breathe,” Emily said urgently, crouching at your side, her hand wrapping tightly around yours like an anchor. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

You looked between them, struggling to find air, to find words. “Derek…”

“I’m here.” He didn’t hesitate. “I’m right here.”

Shouts echoed from the road. Boots pounded against pavement. Gravel scattered.

“Careful with her!” someone yelled as medics rushed in, their voices sharp, movements efficient but frantic.

Hands were on you now, checking your pulse, cutting away fabric, pressing gauze to your side. One of them was talking into a radio. “Female agent, multiple contusions, possible internal-”

The rest faded. Your hearing was pulsing in and out again like the rise and fall of the tide.

Emily leaned in, brushing hair from your face, her fingers shaking. “We’re right behind you, okay? We’re coming. Just hang on.”

The pain wasn’t sharp anymore. It was a dull, deep, blooming pain like ink spreading through your veins. You could feel the weight of it in your chest, your limbs going numb.

Your eyes fluttered, and behind them, a face formed - not Emily’s, not Derek’s.

Amelia.

The curve of her smile. The sound of her laugh. The warmth of her body curled into yours on quiet mornings. The way she said your name like it meant something.

Even as the pain surged, even as your blood stained the grass beneath you, the thought of her was the only thing that kept you grounded.

Hold on, you thought.

You had to get back to her.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

“Meredith.”

“I’ve got two minutes, Amelia, max - I’ve got a consult in Room-”

“Meredith.” Amelia’s voice cracked, cutting through the sterile rhythm of the hospital like a fault line.

Meredith froze. The hallway outside the OR suddenly felt louder - footsteps, intercom buzz, machines whirring behind closed doors.

Amelia swallowed, breath caught in her throat. “It’s Y/N.”

Meredith’s face fell instantly. “No.”

“I just got a call. From her team.”

“No.” Louder this time, more desperate. As if saying it twice might rewind the universe.

“She was hurt,” Amelia whispered. “Badly. In the field.”

“No. No, she-” Meredith took a step back. “She’s okay. She... what happened?”

“There was an explosion, and she-” Amelia blinked rapidly. “I- I paged Bailey. Because she’s the best. They’re bringing her here. The whole team is already on their way.”

Meredith’s mind started racing, already calculating. Blast radius. Internal trauma. Time of arrival. What she’d need to ask. What she couldn’t afford to know.

“She’s not...” Meredith’s voice faltered. “She’s okay though, right? You asked. You know?”

“I- I don’t know.” Amelia cried out, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. “Something about shrapnel. And blood. She couldn’t breathe, and- I didn’t get more, I just... I panicked.”

“You didn’t ask for more details?” Meredith’s voice came sharp, too sharp, too scared. “You didn’t-”

“I didn’t know what to ask! I just- I can’t think, Meredith.” A silence stretched between them, thick with the kind of fear that leaves no room for air.

Meredith took a shaky breath. “Okay. It’s Y/N. She’s strong. She’s stubborn as hell.”

“I saw her this morning. And she was smiling.”

“She’s going to be smiling again.”

“I love her,” Amelia said, and it came out like a confession, like saying it made the possibility of losing her even more unbearable. “What if-”

“No.” Meredith’s tone turned. Steel beneath the grief. “We don’t go there. She needs us. We show up.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Well, get ready.” Meredith took Amelia’s hand, squeezing it hard. “We don’t lose her.”

Amelia’s eyes were wide, unfocused, filled with tears that hadn’t yet fallen. “We can’t.”

“We won’t.” Meredith’s voice shook, but she held firm. “Come on, Amelia. Come on, Y/N. Please, just hang on.”

They stood together in that hallway - two surgeons, two sisters, two women trying not to shatter under the weight of love and fear.

And still holding hands.

Waiting for the ambulance doors to open.

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“I’m staying with her,” Amelia said immediately, arms crossed and voice firm, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her.

Teddy Altman didn’t even hesitate. “You’re not. I’m sorry, but no one is allowed in the OR who isn’t scrubbed in and vital to this surgery.”

Amelia stepped forward, fists clenched. “I am vital. I’m her-”

“I am staying with her,” Derek interrupted, barreling into the hallway in a swirl of panic, breathless from sprinting through the hospital. His eyes locked on Teddy, wild and pleading. Her eyes were quickly drawn to his FBI jacket and she sighed.

“Sir,” Teddy said firmly, holding up a hand, “I understand you care, but this is a sterile surgical procedure and I cannot-”

“Are you working on Y/N’s surgery?” he snapped, cutting her off.

“Yes, I’m leading-”

“Then I’m coming with you,” he said again, resolute.

Teddy's jaw tightened, clearly fighting to stay calm. “I cannot have any of you distracting me. I need focus. She’s critical. This is already... this is already tight.”

“You’re wasting time,” Meredith snapped. “Every second we stand here, she’s bleeding out.”

“I can’t operate with all of you staring at me from the scrub room like ghosts at a funeral,” Teddy said, her voice trembling with contained stress. “She’s not just another patient. She’s... her. And I can’t lose her either. It’s... I just can’t.”

“Teddy,” Meredith tried again, softer now.

“No.”

“Please,” Meredith begged, her voice cracking, “She’s my sister.”

Teddy faltered, her eyes flicking over to Amelia, who hadn’t said another word but was trembling like she’d fall apart if someone breathed too hard. "It’s just you’re... she’s-”

“My partner,” Amelia whispered. “She’s mine.”

The silence pulsed like a second heartbeat in the hallway.

Teddy closed her eyes briefly, then nodded. “Fine. Both. Outside the OR. You do not come inside. You will be updated first, I swear.”

“And me.” Derek stepped up.

“Fine,” Teddy snapped. “But do not interfere. Not one word through that intercom. I need silence.”

Derek nodded, “I wasn’t asking. I was always coming.”

“I don’t care who you are,” Teddy said, her voice steel. “Don’t get in my way. Let me save her.”

Bailey appeared behind them, surgical gown already on, clipboard in hand. “X-rays just came through. If we’re going to do this, we move now.”

They all surged forward, rushing toward the OR. No more talking. Only action.

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Teddy stood over Y/N’s body under the harsh overhead lights. She looked small beneath the sterile drapes, wires and leads tracing lines across her chest. The monitors were too loud, too fast, every beep was a reminder of how little time they had.

“We need to be precise,” Teddy said to the room. Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of tension. “This is a high-risk trauma. These are our people involved. Let’s do this right.”

Bailey nodded, already scrubbing in beside her. “Vitals?”

“Blood pressure’s 85 over 45, heart rate 128 and rising,” called out the nurse.

Teddy looked over at the trauma imaging on the overhead monitor. “Blast injury from an IED. The pattern of the fragments suggests high-velocity shrapnel. There’s a piece lodged close to the anterior wall of the left ventricle, dangerously close to breaking through.”

“She was wearing a vest, but it failed to protect the lower torso,” Bailey added, flipping through the trauma report. “There’s also a liver laceration and a closed femur fracture on the left side.”

“Priority has to be cardiac,” Teddy said. “That fragment moves even a millimeter- we risk myocardial rupture. We need to move forward without cardiac bypass if possible.”

“Can you get in without opening the pericardium completely?” Bailey asked.

“I think so. I need minimal movement. Set up suction and be ready to assist.” Teddy flexed her hand and took a deep breath.

“Understood.” Bailey turned to the circulating nurse. “Two units of O-neg, now. Prep for emergency thoracotomy. I’ll handle the abdomen.”

Teddy nodded. “Let’s get her stabilised.”

Bailey made her first incision in the right upper quadrant, voice calm but focused. “Liver’s bleeding. Packing now. Let’s get some gauze in here.”

“BP’s creeping up. Ninety over fifty,” someone said from anesthesia. “She’s responding to fluids.”

“Hold pressure on that gauze. Let’s see if it holds.”

The room buzzed with quiet urgency... until the monitor suddenly flatlined.

The tone changed instantly.

“V-tach!” someone shouted. “No pulse!”

“Everyone stop,” Teddy shouted. “Charging to 200. Clear the field.”

“Clear.”

Y/N’s body jumped as the defibrillator delivered the shock.

“Still no rhythm. Recharging.”

“Clear.”

After the second shock, the line flickered.

“She’s back. Weak but stable.”

Teddy exhaled, but didn’t pause. “We don’t get a third shot. I’m going in for the shrapnel.”

“I’ve got the liver packed,” Bailey confirmed. “Bleeding’s slowing but still present.”

Teddy adjusted the retractor carefully, guiding her hands into the thoracic cavity. “Suction.”

A moment of tense silence passed as everyone focused on her movements.

“There it is,” she murmured. “Anterior to the pericardium, adjacent to the ventricular wall. It’s not embedded.”

“Any penetration?” Bailey asked.

“No obvious breach. No active bleeding. I’m lifting it. Steady... steady-”

The suction whirred. The room held its breath.

“Got it.”

Monitors stabilized.

“BP’s holding at 100 over 70. Heart rate normalizing.”

“Good work,” Bailey said. “I’m closing the liver now, suture looks clean, field’s clearing.”

Teddy glanced up at the wall clock, then back down. “Let’s close. Keep an eye on that chest tube output post-op.”

Bailey nodded and only as the final sutures were placed did Teddy allow herself a breath.

“She’s stable, for now.”

Bailey glanced toward the scrub room. “Let’s get her to recovery before those two kick the door down.”

Behind the glass, Amelia’s hands were braced against the window, eyes unblinking. Meredith stood beside her, jaw clenched, arms wrapped tight around her chest. Derek stood against the opposite wall, a grim look on his face.

“They’re going to be glued to her bedside,” Teddy muttered, almost to herself.

“And the FBI,” Bailey added with a wry smile. “Don’t forget the feds.”

Teddy gave a tired nod. “Alright. Let’s move her. We’re not losing her.”

“Not today,” Bailey agreed, peeling off her gloves.

The room slowly began to move again.

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Warm light spilled through the curtains, leaving long golden stripes across the bed. The room smelled faintly of clean laundry and the trace of coffee that had long since gone cold. You stirred against the pillow, slow and sore, muscles stiff from healing. Beside you, Amelia’s arm lay draped lightly over your waist, fingers twitching as she blinked awake.

“Good morning,” she murmured, voice low and husky.

You turned your head toward her, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. You just watched each other, the weight of the past week still humming beneath the silence.

“I don’t think we’ve woken up together in a long time,” Amelia said quietly.

“Not without one of us having to run off to work,” you agreed, eyes tracing the curve of her jaw, the way her hair stuck up on one side.

She nodded, shifting slightly closer. “I could get used to this. To you. Every morning.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, voice scratchy from sleep and healing lungs.

“Yes,” she said, with a seriousness that made your chest ache. “You are very, very beautiful. I’m a lucky woman.”

You raised a brow. “Even with all the fresh scars?”

She reached up to gently brush your hair back from your forehead. “Hmm. I love you in every way. I just wish you weren’t hurting.”

You went to sit up, wincing at the pull in your ribs.

“Careful,” she said immediately, her hand bracing your back. “You’re still healing.”

“I’m okay,” you breathed. “I just wanted you right here.”

“You have me,” she said softly, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “You always will.”

You tilted your head. “Day off?”

“Yeah. Swapped my shift.” She grinned and sat up, revealing the oversized black FBI jacket wrapped around her small frame. It nearly swallowed her. “I’ve already cooked breakfast in bed for us, did three loads of laundry, and cleaned the bathroom. Plus a little nap as a treat for the past half hour or so.”

You blinked at her. “It’s not even 8.”

“I am... unstoppable,” she said proudly.

“And slightly terrifying.” You shook your head, amused. “You didn’t have to do all that. You should rest too.”

She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep too easily. I was worried about you.”

“When did you get up?”

“Not long ago,” she lied easily, brushing it off. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That you were still here.”

“I’m still breathing,” you said, offering a weak smile.

Her face fell a little. “Don’t joke. Not about that.”

“Sorry.”

She touched your side again, more purposeful this time. “Let me check. Lift your shirt.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Amelia rolled her eyes as she sat up, her fingers were gentle as she examined the healing incision. Her touch was clinical at first, but lingered slightly at your hip, grounding you both.

“It’s healing well,” she murmured. “No signs of infection. Sutures are holding.”

You watched her work, calm and precise, the jacket sleeves pushed up to her elbows. “I like watching you when you’re in doctor mode.”

“I’m trying to be serious.”

“I know.” You rested your hand on her knee. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“You are,” she said, but her smile was full of warmth. “very lucky.” She leant down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I’m okay, Amelia. You can relax.”

She hesitated, then gave you a look. “And you need to stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m your everything.”

You leaned forward, brushing your nose to hers. “Okay. So what? Maybe I have a crush on you.”

She grinned. “You lo-o-o-ove me.”

“I love you,” you said, and this time, there was no teasing in your voice.

Her expression stilled. Then she whispered, “I love you too.”

She let her forehead rest against yours for a beat before pulling back. “Stay here. I’ll get the food.”

You appreciated the fact that she was taking such good care of you, but you quickly became bored. You wanted her here, with you, after all you’d been through. You squirmed your way across the bed, pushing yourself up to a sitting position and swinging (and by that, you slowly inched) your legs over the bed and landed your feet on the floor.

You'd made it as far as the wardrobe, wobbling slightly on crutches you definitely didn’t need, by the time she returned. Amelia paused in the doorway, tray in hand, her brows lifting.

“I told you to stay in bed,” she scolded, though her tone was more amused than angry.

“How was I supposed to stay away from you?” you asked, leaning against the furniture for balance.

Amelia rolled her eyes, setting the tray down on the bed-side table. The jacket shifted slightly on her as she moved, it dwarfed her, yet looked somehow perfect. She caught you staring.

“What?” she said, glancing down. “Emily dropped it off yesterday. Along with some stuff from the office. And flowers.”

“You wear it well.”

“She calls me the hot doctor, you know,” Amelia said, smirking.

“I know. And she’s not wrong.”

“I like her even more now.”

You hobbled closer and tugged lightly on the hem of the jacket. “I’ll get you one of your own.”

She shook her head. “This one’s warm now. Smells like you. I’m keeping it.”

You stepped into her space, letting your crutches fall to one side as she caught you. “You’re cute.”

“And you were supposed to stay in bed.” She repeated, clearly aggrieved that you had dared to move, “I was bringing you breakfast in bed.”

“Well, I missed you.”

“You saw me, like, ten minutes ago.”

“I still missed you.”

She looked at you like she might melt, then helped ease you onto a chair. “You had surgery. You can’t just wander around like nothing happened.”

“I know. You don’t have to remind me.”

Her hands, warm and steady, lingered at your waist as she helped you settle. “I’m just scared,” she said softly.

“I know,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist, careful not to press too close. “But I’m okay.”

She leaned down and kissed the crown of your head, arms tightening slightly. “Yeah,” she whispered. “You are.”

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rosenclaws · 4 months ago

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for the injury prompts if you're still up for it: #15 with worst or og trilogy Logan (I love them both sm you decide 😅) ilysm super talented beautiful person on the internet ty for the Logan content keeping us fed 🫡

15 - "This is going to hurt, okay?"

warnings: injury, sad boy logan

a/n: I picked worst logan bc he’s my favorite <3

"You're a real fucking idiot you know that?!" Logan spits, his claws out and ready to slice right through Wade.

"Me?! You're the one who decided to get down and dirty right here peanut." Wade yells back. His hands on his hips as he shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Will the two of you shut the fuck up!" You snap. Your nails digging into Logan's hand as you try to focus on breathing.

See these two idiots were pissing each other off all day and it all culminated at dinner where a simple nice home cooked meal turned into a fist fight.

The two were going at it as only they could. Wounds healing fast as Logan drew his claws and Wade had his swords. It was how they showed each other love in their own weird fucked up way.

Unfortunately this time you were caught in the crossfire this time. Logan was aware of where you were the whole fight, his senses picking up on the third person in the back of his mind. But Wade, well he was so far deep in his hack and slashing that he threw baby knife right at Logan, only for it to miss and go right into your shoulder. Fucking idiot.

"I really am sorry I was totally aiming for the big guy." Wade does feel incredibly guilty but Logan wouldn't let him anywhere near you.

"Maybe if you drink my blood you'll heal too, like in those vampire novels you swear you don't read." He says a little too cheerfully.

"The what?" Logan asks, looking back at you.

"Nothing." You say too quickly, glaring daggers at Wade for exposing your guilty pleasures.

"Can one of you just get this stupid knife out of me?!" You lean back as Logan grips the handle.

"Go get some towels dick face." Logan growls.

"Yes sir." Wade scurries off to the bathroom while Logan turns his attention back to you.

"This is going to hurt, okay?" He says gently. He knows what it's like to be stabbed, he may be numb to the pain but you aren't.

"On three. One, Two-" He pulls the knife out of your shoulder before he finished counting making you gasp.

"Asshole!" You yell as Logan presses a towel onto your wound.

"Sorry, thought it'd be better as a surprise." He mumbles.

"It's not deep, we shouldn't have to go to the hospital." You sigh in relief, not wanting to explain this to a poor ER doctor.

Logan moves himself so he's sitting behind you, your back against this chest. He practically enveloped you in his strong arms.

Wade comes back with bandages and pain meds which you take happily. Logan’s hands work gently as he bandages and cleans your wound.

“What were you even fighting about anyways? I came home to both of you on edge.”

"It was nothing…He just wouldn’t stop poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Making his stupid fucking jokes." Logan rests his chin on the top of your head. The smell of your blood is strong and he hates it.

The truth is Wade was being nosy about the two of you. The whole, relationship stuff was new to Logan. It’s been a long time since he’s had anything but a meaningless hook up and if he was honest.

It’s a touchy subject and Wade implying he was too old, too broken for you really sent him over the edge. Especially because he was thinking that himself every day for the past month.

“You know you can’t let him in your head, he’s an idiot but he loves you too. Not as much as me but…” You tease, happy that it gets Logan to smile.

“Whatever he said, just know I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

“Now can you please order a pizza I’m fucking starving.”

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader

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lulublack90 · 2 months ago

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Prompt 5 - Fairy

@wolfstarmicrofic June 5, word count 738

Sirius, James and Peter hovered above the new baby. Sirius thought he was the most beautiful baby he’d ever seen. They were there to bestow gifts upon the new baby. As one of the three most powerful light fairies, they had a duty to protect newborns from wicked fairies who would do them harm.

“I grant you the gift of mischief. May you bring laughter to all those around you,” James said, tapping the babe lightly on the head with his wand.

“James, what on earth were you thinking?” Peter hissed as he quickly fluttered next to James and pushed him out of the way.

“I grant thee kindness, to show empathy to even the lowliest creature.” They looked to Sirius, who still hadn’t figured out what he was going to gift the child. He moved forward, his fairy wings beating hard as he hovered above the crib. Remus slept peacefully below him. He sighed. He really was the most perfect baby. He raised his wand, but before he could open his mouth, the doors banged open and the most hated fairy in all the kingdoms strode in.

“You should not be here!” Lyall shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

“Oh, but I am, and what’s a weak little man like you going to do about it?” Fenrir Greyback growled. He walked across the room and stopped beside the crib.

Sirius immediately flew in front of him to block him, flanked on either side by James and Peter. “Out of the way, little pests, I wish to impart a gift on the little lamb,” Fenrir smirked, batting them aside. Sirius hit the stone floor hard, the breath slammed out of his lungs, and he hunched over, gasping for breath.

Fenrir leant over the crib and brushed a filthy claw-like finger across Remus’s delicate cheek.

“Get off my son!” Hope cried, trying to yank his hand away.

“Don’t be foolish, you’re no match for me,” Fenrir huffed and pushed her away. “Now then, little lamb, what gift shall I grant you? I might have been kind, but the appalling reception I was just given has changed my mind.” He raised his staff above his head and spoke loudly and clearly to the gathered guests. “I curse you, little lamb. Every night, you shall transform into a ferocious beast. No man, woman or child shall be safe from your deadly jaws. You will be hated and hunted by all.” He spun to look at Lyall again. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to invite me,” and in a cloud of green smoke, he was gone.

“No, no, please no,” Hope begged, tears streaming down her face. “Not my baby, please no,” Lyall stepped forward and looked down at his infant son. No tears fell from his eyes, but they lost the sparkle Sirius had known for so long. He finally had his breath back and flew up to see what damage had been done.

“He can’t stay here, Lyall,” he said quietly. Lyall turned his dead eyes on him.

“Is there nothing you can do?” Sirius saw the flash of hope before it died. He shook his head.

“I may be able to lessen the effects of the curse, but I can’t remove it,” he hung his head. How had they failed this poor boy so badly?

“Do whatever you can to help my son,” Lyall told him, putting his arm around Hope as they stared uselessly at the still-sleeping babe.

Sirius moved closer to Remus, stroking his hand over the spot on his cheek where Fenrir had touched him.

“Sweet Remus, you won’t transform each night. Instead, you will transform only when the moon is at its fullest. You will lead a normal life apart from that one night a month. That is all I can do to help you,” he rose and looked solemnly into Hope and Lyall’s eyes. “He will come to us in the forest each month, and we will protect him and everyone else.”

“Thank you,” they whispered, and Sirius knew it was time for them to leave. He nodded at James and Peter, and together they flew out of the open window, back to the forest to make a place where it would be safe for the tiny baby. He was going to have a hard life, but Sirius vowed he’d do everything in his power to make Remus as happy as he could.

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amywritesthings · 10 months ago

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Hi! Hi! Hi! It’s the Floch friend again. I missed Levi and SU reader so much!!! They live rent free in the back of my head and I always miss them, I don know how you do it. I’ve already said a million times how I love your writing, but it always scratches the right part of my brain and I can’t stop rereading everything.

As for the Hallosleepover, I have a couple of prompts, you can choose either of them (or none, if you don’t feel like it). For Levi x SUreader - their first fall on the surface, and for Levi x P4reader - “when they instinctively put a protective arm out to protect the other when an actor tries to jump out and scare them” (a prompt from the second list).

Hope you had a nice week ❤️

hallo-sleepover '24! / accepting.

floch friend, hello my love! gosh you are always so lovely, i swear. you are the best. i would be delighted to give you a lil First Fall for our fearless duo

first fall.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader word count: 860 tags: big fluff vibes, changing of the season, mentions of the underground city, set in the flackbacks and universe of silver underground. credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

Colors.

The trees change colors on the surface.

Levi’s busy fixing his carat in the freshly-cleaned mirror in the corner of the room while you button your ivory pants. Now that you’ve both been on the surface — him for four months, you for two — you’ve settled into a new routine similar to the one you abandoned below the surface.

After living a lifetime there, you’re both used to working in pure darkness. It gives you precious time to be in one another’s presence before you have to slip back across the hallway and into your quarters to pretend yet another day.

The day is still young; dawn fast approaches from its kiss goodnight.

As the sun creeps across the horizon, your eyes see the flutter outside Levi’s open window.

Your chin turns to observe absently, but then the world stops.

Leaves.

Red leaves.

(It’s almost the start of autumn, Petra had told you at dinner not long ago. A new season. It’s beautiful this time of year.)

“James?” you hear from the side; Levi’s voice, gruff from the morning still.

Dropping your leather leg straps to the floor, you abandon dressing in proper attire for a chance to sprint out of his captain’s quarters towards the front door of headquarters.

The wooden door slams against stone, reverberating down the hallway.

The sound may wake up half of the squad from their slumber.

You don’t care.

Ever since the two of you managed to survive the underground with bared teeth and taut fists, it’s been tough to simply be. The Survey Corps are by no means gentle — people die just as often as those who were once your neighbors — but the surface dwellers have no idea of the luxuries they take for granted.

Down there, the gentle caress of the breeze does not exist. Down there, warmth can only be found in another body and not the sky.

There are no trees, no trunks, no leaves. There are no changing skies.

But up here?

Everything lives and dies and lives again. Everything has an order, turning brilliant colors in the blink of an eye. Slowly the humid summer air flutters into a crisp chill.

The start of autumn.

Boots skid against the floor as you rush towards the front entrance. You scoot through a sliver of an opening to find yourself outdoors — surrounded by a sea of brilliant vibrance. The trees that were once a staunch green have now faded into a cacophony of colors: oranges, yellows, reds.

No two trees are alike.

“The hell’d you run out for?”

Hearing the baritone sound behind you, your wide eyes find Levi following out right behind you. His hands are still fussing with the carat at the base of his throat, jacket abandoned.

Then he pauses.

Sees, what you see.

“The trees are finally changing. I saw it from your window and had to see it for myself,” you exhale with a childlike wonder, unable to contain your excitement.

With Levi you don’t have to — just like the changing of the seasons, he knows just about every version of you; every color. You’re allowed to

“Is this what Petra was talking about?” he asks, leaves crunching under the heel of his boot as he moves to stand beside you. “Autumn or whatever?”

“I think so. She called it a season. I think she said there’s four of them?”

“What was the last one?”

Sticking out a tongue as you concentrate for a moment, the word comes to you a beat later. “I’m pretty sure it was called summer.”

“Hm.”

“I can’t believe they’re all different,” you murmur, pointing one out in particular: its leaves are only just beginning to fade into a new color, causing it to stand out. “Look.”

“I see it.”

His statement isn’t said with annoyance but amusement.

When you turn to him, Levi isn’t looking at the trees. He’s staring at you, as if he’s more interested in witnessing your reaction to something so new and beautiful than living in it for himself.

“Well don’t stare at me.”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

His eyes narrow with a fraction of amusement before blinking back to the trees. “Petra also said it will snow up here in the later months.”

“Snow?” you repeat. “What’s that?”

“Got no clue,” Levi admits, choosing to be honest in this private moment with you. If it were anyone else, he’d have a smartass remark. It’s too early for that. “Was hoping you’d know.”

Snow.

You wonder what they call the changing colors, if they have a name as foreign as snow.

Reaching for his hand, Levi does little to dissuade you as you pull him towards one of the adolescent trees to the east by the stables. When you reach to run a fingertip along one of the low-hanging crimson leaves, he squeezes your joined hands.

“Guess we’ll see it together,” he adds.

A promise.

To see everything, anything, together.

(A promise once made in eternal night, now carried into the light. I won't go far from you.)

Nodding, you squeeze his hand back.

“Yeah. Together.”

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x reader #levi x you #aot x reader #aot fanfic #snk fanfic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman fic #aot drabble #snk drabble #levi ackerman drabble #hallosleepover 24

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jayvikbdsmweek · 3 months ago

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♡ IMPORTANT PSA ♡

We have been made aware of the multitude of themed fandom weeks happening during the months of June/July/August. First things first, that is so exciting! This fandom is beyond creative, and it is awesome watching this little world thrive even months after the show has ended!

This event is meant to be fun, casual, and exciting! The last thing we want is for those who wish to participate to become overwhelmed & burnt-out from trying to do all of the prompts in such a busy time. This event is simply a way to inspire people to explore/try new things, and we don’t want our wonderful creatives to feel like they are nothing more than cogs in a machine who pump out content.

With this being said, we wanted to explain a few changes we have made to the usual way themed fandom weeks run:

We will be leaving the ao3 collection up indefinitely. If you wish to write a fic based off of a certain prompt, but simply don't have time to until weeks or months later? Rest assured, you will still be able to add it to the collection!

We will still be watching the hashtag on both X and Bluesky after the event “ends,” so if there is art, fics, edits, and/or cosplay you wish to share but can’t do so during the week, please feel free to continue using the hashtag!

♡ BASIC INFORMATION / FAQ ♡

What is BDSM?

BDSM is an umbrella term for a wide range of sexual practices that involve physical bondage, the giving or receiving of pain, dominant or submissive roleplay, and/or other related activities. It is an abbreviation for bondage, discipline (or domination,) sadism (or submission.)

Why is there a Jayvik BDSM Week?

There are two answers to this question.

The long answer is that BDSM is a way for someone to form healthy sexual relationships with other people, as well as creating a healthier relationship with one’s own body. BDSM as a subculture has been around for many years, yet there is still a stigma that those who engage in BDSM are other or perverted. This is simply not true. Sex positivity is something to be proud of, as long as it is safe & consensual. So why not help bring some of this sex positivity to adult-centric fandom creativity?

The short answer? We want our two favorite men to fuck crazy style.

What if I want to write/draw/create something based off of non-sexual kink?

We encourage everyone who participates to create something that they are happy with. Not everything in BDSM has to be sexual, so please feel free to create non-sexual content!

Is DD/Dead Dove content allowed?

Absolutely. For clarification, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat is a term coined from the show Arrested Development, where a character opens a fridge and finds a paper bag with the words “DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT” written on it. When he opens the bag, he says “I don’t know what I expected.”

In fandom terms DD:DNE is used to mean: The tags reflect what you will find within this content. Essentially, you have been warned.

We do not want to ostracize dark/niche kinks, but we are requiring that any content that may be triggering enough to warrant a Dead Dove warning needs to be tagged appropriately, otherwise it will be removed from the collection, and not shared by the social media accounts. Remember: the Dead Dove tag alone is nothing without the proper tag to go along with it.

Along with this, please refrain from drawing/writing any shota/loli/underage content and adding it to the collection/tag. While the mods are very “anti-censorship,” we will not be comfortable sharing such content.

Is this a Jayvik event only, or can I write/draw/cosplay Vikjayce?

While the name of the event is “Jayvik BDSM Week,” we will happily accept any submissions of our sexy Jayce Giopara & Machine Herald.

Is there a specific dynamic that I need to follow regarding top/bottom or dom/sub?

No, feel free to explore any and all dynamics to your heart's content! Whether it be top/bottom preferences or gender identity, we encourage you to explore the prompts however you see fit!

How strict are the prompts?

Short answer: not at all. If there is a certain kink/fetish that you feel like falls under the general scope of the daily prompts, don’t hesitate to use it! The prompts are there simply for inspiration, and if you find yourself wanting to stray a bit, that's okay! (as long as it is tagged appropriately, of course)

If you have any other questions, please reach out to the mods via DM on either the X or Bluesky account @ jayvikBDSMweek

♡ HAVE FUN AND STAY KINKY! ♡

#arcane #jayce talis #jayvik #vikjayce #viktor arcane #jayvikbdsmweek #jayce x viktor #jayce league of legends #heimerdinger

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verysmallcyborg · 8 months ago

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Roevember Day 30: Dawn

Our love shines as bright as the sun that begins to peek over the horizon at dawn. I know past me never would've thought they'd bump into someone who would have the biggest impact on their life, someone who doesn't complete me, but rather, adds on to me. Someone who did not seek to fix me and my countless flaws, but accepted me for who I am, and I did all the same for her. I preach it more often than not, but Ryss truly is the sun to my little world. We've come a very long way, but I wouldn't have had the journey with anyone else. May we all find someone, or several - friend, family, lover, lovers - who brings us unending warmth and comfort, much like how the dawn brings the world to life.

roevember prompt list ryssrael is @oneiroy's

whew! this was my second year doing roevember, and i did MUCH more than i did last year...! tbh there were quite a bit of factors for that, even when there was an unexpectedly long plogon sundering in the middle of the month LOL (RIP to ideas i really wanted to do during some of those days, i don't think i'll be playing catchup. i'll probably just use those ideas outside of roevember)

it helps that, well, fornax has ryss!!!! do you know how many prompts i did with them!!! (13 of them..... out of 21!!! LMAO oops. i love them ok??) and of course, fornax looks so close to how i draw them, and having a lot more backstory / lore than a year ago, many of these prompts were PERFECT to portray glimpses of that lore

(and importantly, having fun putting the list together with some fantastic roemie friends, loved these prompts very much <3 <3)

i hope fellow roes had fun this month (or ARE having fun, if playing catchup), it's been sooo cool and fun seeing both new and familiar faces and devouring all of the lore and writing that some have done. and i hope y'all enjoyed all of the fornax (and ryss) :)

#roevemberxiv #roevemberxiv2024 #gpose #ffxiv #femroe #au roe #fornax #ryssrael #the sun and star #a nice send off of roevember with beloved butches... fornax and ryss the entire world. to me

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writingwhimsey · 9 months ago

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Hi! 🤗 Congratulations on 400 followers🎉. I choose suitor as a dad from the fluff prompt list. Can I have Mitsuhide, Arthur and Clavis please?. I hope you have fun with this but no pressure🩷

Thank you darling! I love this one and I hope you do too!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff headcanon: Suitors as fathers

Suitors: ikesen Mitsuhide, ikevamp Arthur, and ikepri Clavis

Only warning, you may get cavities from how sweet this is.

Mitsuhide

He’d never given much thought to becoming a father. Bringing a little one into this war torn world, adding another person who could be at risk of being pulled into his darkness? It didn’t seem right to put a child through that. And yet once he met you…and then when you told him you were pregnant…he was scared, but oh so happy.

Once your little one arrived, Mitsuhide fell in love instantly. He vowed that he would make the world a safer place for the little one your love had created. He would always protect and cherish your child. As your child grew, he made sure that they never wanted for anything. Never saw the horrors and hardships he, himself, had experienced.

Though he makes sure your child doesn’t have to experience the same things he had, he still teaches them all the necessary skills they will need to survive…much like he had done with you when you first arrived. He is gentle yet firm while teaching your child all the important skills they’ll need to survive…though he does his best to make sure they never have to actually use these skills.

Arthur

With as much as he had played around, Arthur hadn’t really pictured himself settled down with a family. But then when you came into his life…into his heart he couldn’t help but to want those things. After months of trying, you finally tell him the good news that you’re pregnant, Arthur is over the moon with joy.

He is loving and supportive and doting throughout your pregnancy. He is a major support during the delivery of your child. And as soon as he sees the little one you two made together…he is completely head over heels for this child. He is the most loving and devoted father.

He helps you with the late night feedings, diaper changes, all of it. He doesn’t want to miss a second of fatherhood with this child you two share. As the child grows, he takes to making up bedtime stories to tell them. One of their favorite past times. He is fully involved in your child’s life and loves being a father.

Clavis

From the moment you two marry, Clavis can’t help but to tease you about having a child. Telling you the kingdom of Lecloch needs an heir. Deep down though, he really wants to be a father. Not because of having an heir or such, but because he genuinely wants to have a child with the woman he loves. He wants a family with you. And when that finally happens…he is ready to shout from the rooftops. There may or may not be a week long celebration in his “kingdom” once you announce the news.

During your pregnancy, Clavis is at your beck and call. He is overjoyed when your strange cravings are for his inventive cooking. He happily cooks for you. He dotes on you and loves speaking to your belly. During your labor and delivery, he is by your side the entire time holding your hand…he may make a joke or two trying to lighten the mood of the room, but when you give him that stern look…he knows.

As your child grows, Clavis is loving and attentive. He makes sure to be present in your family life. He never wants you or the child you share to doubt his love for you. He is determined to be a much better father than the one he had. Once the child is old enough, Clavis is teaching them all of his tricks and having them help with his pranks. When they are seen together the staff go, “And now there are two of them.” Clavis is fun, loving, and doting as a father. He absolutely treasures being a father and considers it the best title he has ever held.

Taglist: @oda-princess @zulablaise @violettduchess @kisara-16

@tele86 @otomewonderland @lovely-bubb1es @lucyw260

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traintrainingmontage · 5 months ago

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WELP, I did a whole writing prompt about Stepney and Rusty recently (with a special appearance from the former's soon-to-be boyfriend Rheneas), so here's the ship chart! The RWS is my favorite canon out of the TTTE-verse, so a lot of my ships are based on that, but ofc, that's just personal preference, and whichever canon is your favorite is the best one.

Template by @togetherness23~~

Shipaganda below!

Stepney was purchased and preserved by the Bluebell Railway in 1960, and visited Sodor in 1962. This is only a year after Rheneas comes back from the works, and I would absolutely believe that both of them are struggling to adjust to their new lives. Stepney mentions in his book that although he likes the other engines on the Bluebell a lot, he also misses his work with trucks and that he never gets any good runs on the Bluebell. It's also a totally different line than he's used to, with new people and a new atmosphere. There's a sense of gratitude, but also melancholy at what he's lost.

Rheneas, meanwhile, is also undergoing a lot of personal changes. His overhaul lasted for 9 YEARS, and in that time, his line may as well be totally new. For almost a century, he was used to it just being himself, his brother, and their five coaches. Now, he has four new, young engines to contend with, two of whom are darlings and the other two are hot-headed imps, as well as five new coaches to acquaint himself with. Even though Rheneas is a professional at taking things in stride, this is a lot of change all at once, and he's not quite sure how he fits into this new dynamic.

Stepney is assigned to Thomas' branch line. In typical Thomas fashion, he feels put off by Stepney at first, but Stepney easily sidesteps any drama by giving Thomas a little praise and smooths things over quite easily. He clearly enjoys working the line, and his easy-going nature makes him a favorite with anyone he meets. However, given the fanfare by which he was welcomed to the island, he likely makes a good impression among the various engines, but with the exception of Edward, doesn't feel that he can be terribly close with them due to the level of hero worship from some and disinterest/distance from others.

Rheneas, for his part, is struggling with establishing relationships with the newer engines and coaches. Skarloey, social butterfly that he is, easily took to being the new arrivals' mentor and big brother figure, but Rheneas isn't quite sure how he fits into all of this. He's no longer supporting the entire railway by himself, which is naturally a huge relief, but it also means that some days, he wonders if he's still as Useful of an engine as he's always been. He doesn't mind any of the new arrivals, but now everything feels... crowded, in a way that he's not quite used to.

One day, Stepney goes to Crovan's Gate for routine maintenance—nothing serious, just to make sure all's well—and he and Rheneas happen to get to talking, as they recognize each other thanks to being featured on various television and radio programs. As they talk, however, they soon realize just how much they have in common between them. Both of them feel somewhat out of place in their homes, just trying to figure things out. Both of them are old engines who had to work through the World Wars and everything that followed, and both of them are happy to be where they are, but would be lying if they said they didn't miss the old days. Both of them are surrounded by new engines that they have to get used to, and they're still trying to navigate those new bonds and relationships without feeling totally overwhelmed.

As such, Stepney requests to be put up at Crovan's Gate. It's a bit of an odd request, but he says that he enjoys meeting all of the various engines of Sodor, and Sir Topham Hatt has no reason to refuse (the standard gauge sheds over at Crovan's Gate are also far less crowded). Thus, Stepney is put up over there, and he and Rheneas spend weeks and months talking long into the night about their hopes, their dreams, their lives, and their fears, and find a deep kinship with each other that they've both come to realize that they've hungered for.

And then, it's so easy to go beyond that, to find comfort in each other beyond just their parallel histories. It's the fact that their personalities compliment each other so well, that Stepney's easy nature brings out Rheneas' smile and Rheneas' sarcasm belies a fierce wit and a clever mind that Stepney can't help but appreciate. Over the course of the months that they enjoy in each other's company, they're drawn together almost magnetically, comfort and companion both, that seems almost uncharacteristic for such level-headed engines, but nobody can deny the depth and strength of their bond.

However, it's inevitable that their wonderful time together must come to an end. Stepney has to leave and go back to his new home, and outside of Sodor, there are very few rails upon which Rheneas can travel. As the date of departure draws near, the two try to spend as much time together as they can. Their Controllers notice, of course, but there's nothing that they can do; they cannot make empty promises, and the two engines are being discrete, so they avert their eyes and agree that should they desire to become pen pals, they will happily facilitate that.

Thus, after Stepney double-heads the Express with Duck and leaves Sodor to great fanfare, he's given a short stop at Crovan's Gate. Nobody knows what words were exchanged between Rheneas and Stepney, as they were given their privacy, but all that IS known is that the two did in fact become pen pals, with only their drivers allowed to read and pen their letters on their behalf. What those letters say is entirely between the two of them, their drivers, and the Lady herself.

(Official Media: "[Stepney] thoroughly enjoyed his stay on the Island, during which time he worked on Thomas's branch line, and one gets the feeling that it was only the thought of his responsibilities at Sheffield Park that finally dragged him back home.")

#te talks trains #ttte stepney #ttte rheneas #ttte shipping #ttte rhenney #ttte rheneas x stepney

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swanimagines · 4 months ago

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Hi! Can I get Edmund Pevensie + Young God by Halsey? Thank you!

A/N: It's been about a hundred years since I last wrote for him, wtf where does the time go? (Last fic for him from me was published on 26th of December 2020) Also this was quite hard to write so it's pretty random and may not make sense, but this song just reminded me of how White Witch made Edmund feel but he learned his lesson after that. So this explores a scenario that sometimes the desire and ambition to be admired is threatening to get into his head again, and reader has to pull him back down.

Note: for anyone who's new and hasn't read my rules, the lyrics have a few sexual lines but I don't write smut so this won't have anything like that!

Note 2: the song tells about "a king and a queen" but this is for gn reader as fem reader wasn't requested separately!

YOUNG GOD

Cair Paravel’s balcony offered a breeze of night air, which was welcome after that big party Edmund had thrown for your birthday. You, his partner, married for just a few months, but he absolutely worshipped you.

Sometimes it just felt like his ego grew too much after big events like this. He seemed to think that he’s going to be left imprinted in history as the greatest king in Narnia’s history, and those times he needed you to pull him back down.

The White Witch had lured his inner desire to be admired and accepted and even when he learned the hard way why admiration isn’t always the way to go, he sometimes slipped slightly back into it.

“You know we’re going to be legends, don’t you?” Edmund asked you as you made your way back to your chambers, and you turned your head towards him, but not looking at him. “A hundred years from now, we'll look like we were gods in paintings, songs will be sung about us, how we were young gods.”

You sighed. “We aren’t gods, Ed. You and your siblings are kings and queens, and I’m your royal consort, but we’re far from gods. Don’t let it get into your head again.”

Edmund scoffed with a grin. “We changed the course of Narnia forever, can you blame me for wanting to be remembered?”

You shook your head, turning around and taking his hand. “No, but do you want to be remembered as a great king or a good king?”

He sighed. “What if I want to be both?”

You tilted your head slightly, intertwining your fingers with his. “I know, but one matters more than the other.”

He thought for a moment, before he groaned. “I’m sorry, I got my head too high up in the clouds again.”

You chuckled. “It’s my job, I married you and one of the things is guiding you when you’re about to get lost. And to prevent you from turning into a tyrant."

He laughed. “Considering you’d be the first to throw me over the balcony if I ever tried to take over the palace, I already know better.”

You hummed, and turned back to look at the sea. Edmund came to stand by you, and you were both silent for a moment.

“Thank you for the birthday party, it was lovely,” you murmured, breaking the silence. “I didn’t expect anything to be arranged.”

He smirked. “I wasn’t sure if you like surprise parties, but I was persuaded.”

You snorted, leaning against him. “I usually don’t like being extravagantly celebrated like that, but that one didn’t feel like I’m lifted on some divine pedestal.”

Edmund hummed at that, wrapping an arm around you. “I thought so.”

You fell quiet again, just staring at the waves striking the shore, lazily retreating and coming back. After a moment, Edmund kissed your hand and retreated from you, leaving you to assume he went to bed. You’d join him soon enough, but for a moment longer, you were left staring at the moon and the stars, whispering a birthday wish to them like you did every year. You took in one last breath of brisk night air, before you turned around and dropped your robe beside the bed, crawling in to lay down with your husband.

May there be many years between you and your husband, a long life.

Requests are open! FANDOM LIST | PROMPT LIST(S) | RULES (READ!!!)

#narnia #narnia x reader #narnia imagine #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie imagine #chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia imagine #reader insert #gn reader #romantic

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themculibrary · 4 months ago

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Steve Rogers Needs A Hug Masterlist

A Chance (Of Life, Of Death) (ao3) - DJ_unicornsrgr8 steve/bucky, pepper/tony N/R, 91k

Summary: Bucky's mission was protect. Peter knew that.

He just wasn't prepared for how far Bucky was willing to go to do it.

A bomb goes off on a mission, and Bucky throws himself in front of Peter. Peter gets cracked ribs and a concussion. Bucky gets off worse. Steve doesn't think he can stand losing him again.

Featuring a blizzard of angst. Whiteout conditions, folks. Drive with tissues on hand. There will be a happy ending.

A Day in Time (ao3) - wolfelements bucky/steve/tony E, 194k

Summary: Tony Stark was meant to follow a plan so that, despite being an omega, he'd lead Stark Industries.

Tony Stark didn't expect to be an omega who ends up in the early 40s and meeting a strong Bucky Barnes and a tiny Steve Rogers who doesn't take shit from anyone.

Tony Stark understands that he'll never get what he wants in the end. Each day he's pulled away and each night he comes back, leaving a constant loop of uncertainty.

Tony Stark was never meant to be happy. Until he was.

Adjustment Protocols (ao3) - This_Catnik G, 31k

Summary: After the Battle of New York, Steve retreated to his apartment rather than seek out treatment with SHIELD medical. When Captain America didn't show up the next morning, the Black Widow was sent to retrieve him. Natasha found him - blood-stained and unconscious. Here's what happened, after. It doesn't take long for the Avengers to realize that something isn't right with Steve Rogers.

Counting the Minutes (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness steve/natasha T, 3k

Summary: “I told you I’d see you in a minute, didn’t I?” She answered softly.

“It’s been a lot of minutes,” he pointed out a little hysterically.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 100k

Summary: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.

And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

Held Together by Spiderwebs (ao3) - TunaFishChris T, 17k

Summary: Steve is not coping well in the twenty-first century. At all. Three months after the Chitauri invasion, he decides he's had enough.

But just as he's about to end it all, he runs into the new hero in town.

I Hope You Have Unlimited Text Messaging (ao3) - Misscar steve/tony, wanda/vision, clint/laura, leo/fitz, phil/melinda M, 246k

Summary: Post Captain America Civil War fix-it: For the first time in their entire acquaintance, Tony and Steve start having really honest conversations with each other via text message, of course.

Or Tony and Steve try to repair their relationship before the next apocalypse. This may take a while. Actually, battling blue and/or purple aliens would be preferable to working through their feelings.

Into That Good Night (ao3) - Nonymos steve/bucky E, 73k

Summary: Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too long—long enough to see the world's end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what's left of mankind towards the exit.

But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past.

it's gotta get easier somehow ('coz, i'm falling, i'm falling) (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky doesn't remember being Steve's alpha.

Until he does. ~~~ Based off this wonderful anon prompt I received:

ABO Stucky where Bucky doesn't remember being Steve's alpha until Steve runs out of the scent blockers and heat suppressants he used to hide his depression over losing his alpha and not deal with heats alone. He thought he'd be alright to deal with his untimely heat, Bucky on a mission for another week. So Steve could whimper and cry out for his alpha in peace while using toys. But Bucky comes home and the scent of Steve in heat brings EVERYTHING back.

lacuna (ao3) - alcibiades steve/bucky E, 62k

Summary: The Winter Soldier doesn't remember Steve Rogers, but he needs Rogers' help.

OR: The one where Bucky doesn't remember Steve, but falls in love with him anyway.

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 14k

Summary: Steve doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. Honestly.

It's just...well- Tony's been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who's smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be.

But he's not jealous. Honestly.

One-Man Army (ao3) - Captain_Panda steve/tony M, 632k

Summary: Takes place immediately after the Chitauri attack in Avengers 1.

Steve is running himself into the ground. Tony notices.

Then Steve gets knocked down hard. And Tony intervenes.

The Radio and the Sketchbook (ao3) - PrecociousChild G, 1k

Summary: At the end of the day, Steve Rogers was still just human. Natasha and some of the team start to see through his carefully crafted shield.

The Rain is Gone (ao3) - punkrockhades bucky/steve/tony N/R, 83k

Summary: Tony Stark is dead.

Or, at least, that's what the world believes - that the great Iron Man was killed by Captain America in the Civil War. But if there's anything Tony Stark has proven over the years, it's that he's difficult to kill. And if there's anything Steve Rogers has proven over the years, it's that he's not a murderer.

The Reasons That Lie Beneath (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 10k

Summary: When Loki decides to be a little shit and curse Steve Rogers with a cuddling spell- the Avengers are suddenly the victims of crushing hugs and constant hand-holdings. And weirdly- Steve has a strange attachment to Tony in particular.

But Loki's trick reveals more to Tony than he had ever expected, and now it's time to face some terrifying realisations that come with the curse.

Tony needs more fucking coffee to deal with all this.

War, Children (ao3) - Nonymos steve/bucky E, 106k

Summary: After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.

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