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Welcome to Stars Hollow

Words: 1k

Fandom: Gilmore Girls

Ships: Jess Mariano/reader

Warnings: smoking, implied/referenced child abuse

“Jess?” You called as you walked out onto the patio of Rory’s house, holding a plate of food. Jess was trying —and failing—to open a beer until he caught sight of you.

You smiled awkwardly and handed him the plate. “I don't really know what you like, so I just got a bit of everything; figured you were hungry.”

“..thanks.” He turned away from you. “Why are you here?”

“You disappeared.” You shrugged and touched his arm. “Everything okay?”

“Just peachy,” he hissed despite grabbing your hand. Gingerly, you squeezed his hand. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” He pulled you over to the stairs, setting the plate of food off to the side before sitting down with you following suit.

The wood creaked under your weight, and you picked at the chipping paint. Wind blew through your hair, making you shiver slightly and scoot closer.

Wordlessly, Jess pulled you to his side and draped his arm over your shoulder, letting you slump against him.

“Are you cold?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Not really.”

“Your hands are cold.” You took his other hand, contorting yourself to do so. “So…”

“So,” Jess rolled his eyes, “why are you here?”

“Rory invited me.”

“No, in this town.”

“Rory lives here,” you shrugged. “I’m from Hartford.”

“Hartford, huh? That’s a fancy town, isn’t it?” 

You laughed, “I guess, you should come visit.”

“…what?”

“You should come visit me, in Hartford.” You tilted your head to the side and gave him a soft smile. “I can show you all the sights.”

“Are you sure? I might cause an incident.” He rested his head on top of yours. A quiet laugh escaped you “And why would that happen?”

“Dunno, ask my mom.” He shrugged, pulling his hand from yours and grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it, and sticking it in his mouth. “People aren’t very fond of me.”

“I’m fond of you.” Red covered your face the instant the words left your mouth, and you could feel Jess tense. “Fond of me, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you won’t be for long.”

“Says who?” You pulled the cigarette from his mouth, leaning up to kiss him before hesitating, “Can I?”

Jess didn’t respond, opting to kiss you instead. He tasted like cigarette smoke, and his lips were cold as he pulled you closer.

Finally, you pulled back, only to find yourself stuck inches away from his face. “You taste like smoke.”

“Shocking,” he tried to pull you into another kiss, but you managed to put his cigarette out on your hand.

A loud yelp echoed across the patio, and you jerked away to cradle your hand against your chest. “Oww.”

“What?” Jess peered down at your hand. “Geez, it’s not that bad.”

“There’s a cigarette burn on my hand!” You pouted.

“I’ve had worse.”

“…what?” Tilting your head to the side, you grabbed his arm and started to inspect it. “How?”

“My mom’s cooking attempts, husbands, boyfriends, whatever.” He shrugged and tugged his arm back. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“Jess! That is totally a big deal!” 

“What would you know about stepparents?”

“Lorelai was almost mine.”

“What?”

“Yep, she ran away right before the wedding,” you scoffed. “On the bright side, I got her ring.”

“You got her ring?”

“Check it out.” You held up your hand for him to inspect. Jess reached out and fiddled with the ring, eventually taking it off and putting it on his finger. “…good for you.”

“Did— did I say something wrong?” You flipped over to look at him and laced your fingers through his. “I didn’t mean to— I just—“

You inhaled sharply before sighing. Then pulled him into a tight hug, making him make a small ‘oomph’ noise.

Gently, you ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m so sorry that happened.”

“Uh, Y/N? You’re kind of crushing me.”

“Oh! Sorry!” You reluctantly pulled away. “Just… if you ever wanna talk, I’m here.”

“…thanks, I guess.” A beat of silence passed, then another, then you were just left staring at each other awkwardly.

Jess looked away and peeled a long strip of paint off the steps. “I don’t know what her problem is.”

“Lorelai? Me neither.”

“She was just out here,” he grumbled and pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder, “gave me a whole speech about how good I have it here.”

“I take it you don’t have it very good here?”

“What do you think?” He scoffed and shut his eyes. “Nutjob mom, freak town, raft bed. I just want to break into song about how great it is.”

“Raft bed?” You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. “Is Luke expecting a flood?”

“Probably”

“And your mom?”

Jess tensed, and he squeezed your hand hard, going silent. Finally the silence became unbearable, and you pulled him up. “Come on, let’s do something fun.”

“Great, what?”

“It’s your pick.”

Jess proceeded to lead you on what you were sure was a wild goose chase around the town until you finally ended up at a lake.

The bridge was cold as you sat down next to him, watching the water ripple when Jess tossed a rock in. “The ring’s nice.”

“Thanks, it looks good on you.” You took his hand again, kissing his palm. “Why are we at a lake?”

“I like the lake.” He shrugged and leaned against you. “It’s calm, peaceful.”

“I didn’t think you liked calm and peaceful.” You teased and ran your fingers through his hair as Jess practically melted into you.

Gently, you kissed him again. “You’re right, it's nice here.”

“You’re warm.” Jess mumbled against your lips and wrapped his arms around you, sliding his head onto your lap and stifling a yawn.

Warm hands ran through his hair as darkness engulfed his vision.

~

Carrying Jess back to the diner was no easy feat, but you got him settled in his… raft-bed, lingering longer than you should have to tuck him in and press a kiss to his forehead.

You tucked your ring back into your pocket and whispered a goodnight before sneaking off.

[crabcanwrite]

Mean Swan

Words: 1.4k

Fandom: Gilmore Girls

Ships: Jess/reader, Jess/Rory

Warnings: sfw agere, Christian reader, emotional infidelity

Knocking echoed through the Gilmore mansion, startling you out of your book as a maid ran past you to open the door.

Emily got there first, of course, and opened the door to reveal Rory and someone you didn’t recognize.

You jumped up and shut your Bible, cringing as you lost your place before rushing over.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You smiled awkwardly. “Rory’s half-brother.”

“Jess,” Jess replied as Rory stared at him and Emily said a polite hello. A dark red ring covered his cheek, and his eye was dark black.

You frowned, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He pushed Rory’s hand away despite her protests.

“How did this happen?” She asked,

“Can we not talk about this now?” He hissed back, she ignored him. “Is this why you were late?”

“Traffic” He jammed his hands into his pockets. “We should sit.”

“Were you in a fight?”

“Dinner”

“Jess! Were you in a fight? Was it Dean?”

“Don’t want to talk about it…” What looked like some odd combination of embarrassment and anger washed over Jess’s face before he forced it back into a still expression that hid nothing.

“Why?” Rory pressed, grabbing his hand.

“Rory… I’m already upset; traffic sucked, and I’m hungry and thirsty. So drop it, okay?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but you grabbed Jess’s wrist and dragged him to the kitchen. “Here, I think there are some ice packs in the freezer.”

You rummaged through the freezer with one hand, keeping the other on his wrist. “…Can you help me look?”

“Uh, sure.” Jess leaned over you, poking at the various raw meats until you found the ice pack.

Gently, you pressed it to his eyes. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“It looks like it hurts.” You frowned and studied his face. He looked lost, worried almost. “I can get you some painkillers?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, then here.” You took his hand and put it over yours before trying to free your hand. “Can you hold the ice pack?”

“Right.” Jess let your hand go and walked back to the dinner table, sitting across from you and Rory.

Several minutes of awkward small talk ensued before Rory was back to asking about his eye.

You shot her a look and coughed not so surreptitiously, but she ignored you.

“Can you drop it?” Jess groaned as the maid took his jacket.

Despite both your and Emily’s attempts to change the subject, Rory did not drop it.

The chair screeched as Jess stood and rushed out of the room; if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was crying.

Another awkward silence ensued until Rory got up. “I’ll go give him back his jacket.”

“I can do it.” You stood up and stepped around her, biting your tongue to keep from saying something passive aggressive, and grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door. “Go ahead and eat.”

You found Jess sitting in his car, curled up in the driver’s seat.

You knocked on the window and held up his jacket, earning yourself an open passenger seat door.

The car was cold as you climbed in and wrapped him in the jacket. “Are you okay? It’s cold in here.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you reached over before putting your hand back in your lap, “about tonight; dinner isn’t usually like this.”

“It’s fine.”

“Do you want me to go back inside?”

“…no.”

“Okay,” you gave him a soft smile, “is there anything I can do?”

“…” He jerked to look at you before staring for a solid minute. “What?”

“Can I do anything? To make you feel better.” Gently, you put a hand on his arm.

Jess shook his head and froze but didn’t move. You frowned and touched his icy hand. “You’re cold.”

“No,” he whispered. 

“Yeah, you are.” You leaned over and turned the car on, aiming the heat at him. “Here.”

He didn’t move, just staring at you until you took his hand, squeezing it slightly. “Did something happen? You seem… upset, I guess.”

“Nothing happened.” He turned away from you to stare at the large house. You sighed but nodded. “I won’t make you talk, you know. Whatever you want.”

Silence filled the car as you watched Jess look out the window.

Finally, you shifted back into your seat, drumming your fingers on the door. “We can talk about something else, like… cats?”

“Swan”

“Yeah, we can talk about those.”

He shook his head and pointed to his eye. “Swan.”

“It was a swan?”

“Beaked me”

“It beaked you?” You couldn’t help the fit of laughter you broke out into, reaching a hand up to cover your mouth.

Tears ran down his cheeks, making you freeze and turn back to him. “Oh, oh no. I’m so sorry, please don’t cry.”

“Hmph,” he huffed and crossed his arms, curling up to turn his back to you.

Gently, you pressed your hand to his back. “I really am sorry, Jess; I didn’t mean to laugh. Why did the swan beak you?”

“Mean swan”

“Aw,” you pulled him into an awkward half-hug, leaning over the console to do so. “Thanks for telling me.”

Jess turned and buried his face in your shoulder before going rigid. You frowned for a second but stayed when he didn’t pull away.

Slowly, you ran your fingers through his hair. “Are you comfortable? You're kind of squished against the wheel there.”

“I guess”

“We can move to the backseat if you’d like?”

“Backseat.” He nodded.

You pulled away and moved to open the door, but he pulled you back and held on tight. “Jess? You’re gonna have to let go for a bit.”

He didn’t move.

“I guess I could climb?” You untangled yourself and attempted to climb into the backseat, only to end up face first on the floor with Jess laughing above you.

You looked up to grin at him, “Your turn.”

Expertly, Jess climbed into the backseat and helped you up into the seat next to him. You pulled him back into a hug. “Feel any better?”

“…sad.” He looked up at you in what you could’ve sworn was a pout. “Fix it?”

“Fix it?… Okay, uh,” you frowned, trying to remember what you did when you were sad. “How about a story?”

“Story?” Jess nodded and laid his full weight on top of you. “Story.”

Warmth filled you as Jess lay against your chest; a soft smile spread across your face.

Running your fingers through his hair, you stumbled through the first Bible stories you could think of before trying and failing to make one up.

He laughed at your failed attempt, seemingly enjoying the nonsense you’d managed to come up with.

“Better?” You smiled at him, to which he nodded “better.”

“Good.”

A knock on the window startled you and made Jess jump hard enough to bang his head on the roof.

You opened the door to find Emily staring at you, holding a plate of food. “I brought you dinner.”

“Thanks.” You stared back at her and handed Jess the plate. “Can we come back inside?”

“We?”

��Jess isn’t feeling well.” You grabbed his arm. “He should stay here.”

“Rory’s staying here.” 

“He can stay in my room.” Without waiting for an answer, you pulled Jess out of the car and walked up to the door before looking back to Emily. “Should we go in the back?”

“No, she’s in her room.” Emily sounded more than shocked as you led Jess up to your room.

Immediately after you shut the door, Jess was lying on your bed, cuddled up to one of your pillows.

You sat down next to him, putting your hand on his shoulder before he slapped it away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, sorry.” You pulled your hand back and opted to pull a blanket over him instead. “Are you hungry? I think we left the food back in your car, but I can get you some more?”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled.

“Okay,” you lay down before sitting back up. “You can have the bed; I’ll take the floor.”

“Floor” Jess shook his head and moved to roll off the bed before you pulled him back. “No, stay.”

“…don’t want you on the floor.”

“Okay...uhm,” you paused and shifted under the blanket, “we can share, I guess?”

“Share?”

“We don’t have to.”

“ ‘s okay.” He rolled over to stare at the wall.

You got up, grabbing two pairs of clothes from the dresser and tossing one to Jess: “Here, you can’t be comfortable like that.”

“O-oh, thank you.”

You left to go change, and when you came back, he had changed and was fast asleep, taking up most of the bed.

You chuckled and climbed in next to him, letting Jess squish you against his chest as you fell asleep.

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Second Fiddle

Requested by Louie on Ao3

Words: 926

Fandom: Mariolore

Ships: Bowser/Luigi, King Boo/Luigi

Warnings: kidnapping

“That should do it…” Luigi said to himself as he sprinkled the potion around his room in Peach’s castle. He waited for a second, only to be met with silence. 

“Boo!” A voice laughed behind him, “Looking for me?”

He yelled for a second before whirling around, finding the ghost of King Boo grinning at him.

Backing into a wall only got him so far before he was face-to-face with the dead king. “I, uh, yeah.”

“Well, you’ve got me.” He pulled back and swirled around in the air. “What now?”

“I’m not sure..” Luigi rubbed his arm and frowned at the floor. “This was all that Mario told me to do.”

“Ugh, that guy?” Boo snorted, playing with the various objects on the desk, “Not a fan.”

“…okay”

“Why am I here?”

“I don’t really know.”

“Lovely.” Boo groaned and handed him a card. “Here, call me when there’s something interesting going on.”

~

The next time they met was in Bowser’s castle, Luigi had been placed in a cross between a bedroom and a cell, where he was bored out of his mind.

Finally, he grabbed the card out of his pocket, fidgeting with it.

“Miss me already?” Boo appeared next to him on the bed. “Nice place you got here; my brother must like you.”

“Are you sure?” He sat down on the bed, playing with the sheets.

“Absolutely.”

Luigi rolled his eyes and lay down, pulling the blanket over himself. A cold hand ran through his hair, Boo’s hand, no doubt.

The strangely comforting feeling of his hand in his hair managed to lull him to sleep. The door slamming open woke Luigi from his slumber.

“Boo?” Bowser frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“Luigi called; I had nothing better to do.”

“Okay, well… It’s good to see you.” Bowser rubbed his neck and walked over, pulling Luigi up. “Come on, breakfast.”

Luigi squeaked but let himself be pulled down the hall and into the dining room.

A plush seat was laid out for him, which he promptly sat on. Boo and Bowser each sat at his side, and a plate of food was placed in front of him. “Oh! Thank you.”

“Of course.” Bowser grinned and ruffled his hair. “Eat up.”

Luigi nodded and scarfed down his food. “This is actually really good.”

“Thank you!”

Several minutes of awkward silence ensued, broken only by the sounds of eating.

At some point, Boo had disappeared, probably roaming around the castle. Finally, Luigi broke the silence. “…where’s my brother?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him.” Bowser laughed. “Peach’ll have him back soon enough.”

“What about me?”

“Do you really want to go back?” Boo appeared next to them, smirking, “Wouldn’t you rather stay with us?”

“I—“

“Come on.” Boo took one of his hands, and Bowser took the other. “Aren’t you tired of playing second fiddle to him?”

“Well… I suppose.” Red blush covered his face, but he resisted the urge to hide his face in his hands.

Bowser grinned and ran a hand through Luigi’s hair. “You’ll never have to do that here.”

“Maybe you’re right…”

“We are” Boo wrapped his arm around his waist. “You’ll be a king. Mario can’t say that, now can he?”

“…no.”

“Join us, and you’ll never be the second choice again.” Bowser moved his hand to cup his face. Luigi turned a darker shade of red but nodded “o-okay.”

“Really?” Bowser’s expression brightened, and he grabbed him into his arms, spinning him around.

A squeak escaped him before Luigi hid his face in his chest, making Boo laugh. “You made the right choice.”

~

Hushed whispering woke Luigi sometime in the middle of the night, along with a purple glow on his left.

Opening his eyes, he found Boo and Bowser standing at his side, whispering harshly. “Hm?”

“Did we wake you?” Bowser frowned and sat down on the bed. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you in my room?” Luigi groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Boo floated over to his other side and lay down, making himself comfortable on the small bed, “wedding planning.”

“…What!?” Luigi choked on air. “We’re not even dating.”

“That’s what I said!” Bowser exclaimed,

“Okay, do you want to be dating?” Boo rolled his eyes.

“I—okay.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.” One of Boo’s cold hands came to rest on his arm, and a genuine worried expression covered his face. Luigi nodded. “I’m sure.”

Bowser grinned and pulled him into a tight hug before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Boo huffed and pulled him back, taking one of his hands and kissing it.

This continued for several minutes before Luigi got fed up and kissed them each in quick succession. “Can I go back to sleep?”

“Of course, sorry.” Bowser stood up and stepped back, motioning for Boo to do the same.

Boo ignored him and continued to make himself comfortable, taking up the majority of the bed and ignoring the pointed look Bowser gave him.

“I’m not moving.” He shrugged.

“O-okay.” Gingerly, Luigi lay down next to him, shivering slightly at the otherworldly cold.

Bowser stared at them for a second and fidgeted with his hands before speaking up, “Can… can I lie down too?”

“Yeah.” Luigi scooted over, allowing Bowser to lie down and pull him onto his chest. 

“Goodnight, Luigi,” Boo grumbled, phasing into the bed slightly.

“I don’t get a goodnight?” Bowser huffed.

“Nope.”

“Goodnight,” Luigi mumbled and shut his eyes, trying to ignore the odd combination of hot and cold as he fell asleep.

[crabcanwrite]

In the Rain

Requested by ANGYSC on Ao3

Words: 1.3k

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Ships: Shane/Harvey

Warnings: Alcoholism

“Shane? Are you awake?” A voice woke him from the strange unconscious state he was in, floating between dreams and reality.

A hand was on his, and Harvey was saying something he couldn’t understand.

Shane groaned as he opened his eyes, white hospital light making him cringe. “Harv?”

“Right here, baby.” Harvey tapped his cheek before kissing him gently “are you feeling okay?”

“No,” he groaned before trying to squirm into Harvey’s lap, tugging on his IV in the process. “Sick.”

“I’m not surprised.” Harvey sighed and disconnected the IV, pulling him into his lap. “Don’t scare me like that again?”

“ ‘m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.”

Shane sighed and buried his face in his neck, starting to cry.

Warm arms wrapped around him as Harvey shushed him and peppered his face with kisses.

Soft jingling echoed through the clinic as someone walked up to them. 

“We’re closed!”

“Just a food delivery,” the farmer said, placing a grocery bag on the bed. “See you later.”

Shane groaned, “Don’t let anyone in here anymore? I don’t need more people seeing me like this.”

Harvey chuckled and grabbed the bag, looking through it. “Hungry?”

“What’s in there?” He craned his neck to look in the bag, grinning when he saw a frozen pizza. “Ah, sweet!”

“That’s not very healthy…”

“Your fridge is full of frozen stuff!”

“Point taken.” Harvey grinned back and pulled him into a quick kiss. “Can you make it upstairs?”

Shane shrugged but stumbled upright, grabbing Harvey’s arm.

The walk upstairs was slow, complete with plenty of complaints from Shane until he collapsed onto Harvey’s bed.

A soft blanket was placed over him, and he could hear Harvey preheating the oven. 

“Hey,” a hand was on his face, scratching his stubble, “feel any better?”

“I guess”

“Let me just put the pizza in the oven, okay?” As soon as he was done, Harvey lay down next to him, pressing him into his chest.

Shane huffed but wrapped his arms around him and shut his eyes. “This is nice.”

“Very” Harvey nodded and ran a hand through Shane’s hair. “We should do this more often. Why don’t we?”

“I don’t like being reminded that I’m short.”

“I like your height!” Harvey protested.

“But—“

“No buts.”

“Is the pizza ready yet?”

“It’s been five minutes.”

“So no”

“I think there was a ginger ale in that bag.” Harvey moved to stand before being pulled back down.

Shane groaned and shook his head, holding him tighter than necessary. “Nooo.”

~

“Pizza’s ready!” Harvey shook Shane awake, who sat up and grabbed the slice of pizza off the plate.

Harvey chuckled and sat down next to him, having set up his small TV at the end of the bed. “Do you want to watch something?”

“Yeah, sure.” Shane grabbed the remote and turned on It Howls in the Rain. Harvey groaned and buried his face in his neck “again?”

“I’m the patient, I get to pick”

One hour of horror later, Harvey had ended up hiding behind Shane, who was unperturbed.

Shane laughed and turned the TV off before pulling him into a kiss. “You’re cute when you’re scared.”

“Thanks...” Harvey groaned and lay back down. “Please don’t get sick anytime soon; I can’t watch this anymore”

“No promises.” Shane curled up in his arms, shutting his eyes tight.

A soft blanket covered him, and Harvey laid his head on his, pressing Shane into his chest.

Darkness engulfed them as Harvey turned off the light. “Good night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Harv.”

The pitter-patter of rain filled the room before the crash of thunder made Shane gasp and try to jerk upright several hours later, held down by Harvey’s body.

Harvey yawned and opened his eyes. “Mm? What’s wrong?”

No response, Shane’s eyes just darted to the window before looking back to his boyfriend.

Another crash echoed through the room, and Shane reached onto the end table, trying to grab something that wasn’t there. “I need a drink.”

“Why?” Harvey frowned and took Shane’s hand. “What happened?”

“… the storm freaks me out.”

“Is that what happened the other day?”

“I guess…” Shane looked away. “It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not!” Harvey squeezed his hand. “We’re all afraid of things.”

“Rain is a stupid reason to get hospital level drunk.”

“To be fair, there’s really no good reason to get hospital-level drunk.”

“How is that helpful?!”

“I don’t know, Shane; I’m tired.” Harvey pushed Shane’s head down onto his shoulder “go back to sleep”

Burying his head in Harvey’s neck, Shane shut his eyes and tried to ignore the sound of rain banging on the roof.

Eventually, Harvey’s snoring blocked out the sound. 

~

The smell of coffee woke Shane from his slumber; he opened his eyes and groaned as he sat up. 

“Morning!” Harvey chirped from the table, “Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”

Shane stumbled upright and over into the chair next to Harvey. “Wow, it’s not frozen.”

“I ran out and got some food while you were asleep.” Harvey shrugged and passed him a plate.

Shane devoured it before stealing most of Harvey’s food and downing a cup of coffee.

“When was the last time you ate?” Harvey frowned.

“Pizza, last night.”

“And before that?”

“… spaghetti?” Shane sighed and hid his face in his hands. “I don’t remember.”

“Shane…” Harvey ran his fingers through his hair, frowning softly. “There’s a counselor in Zuzu City I’d like you to see.”

“What?” He turned to look at him, pushing his head into Harvey’s hand. 

“I can drive you.”

“…I don’t know.”

“Please, love?” Harvey looked at him with large, pleading eyes. “For me?”

“Okay, for you.” Shane sighed and scooted over, hiding himself in Harvey’s side.

Harvey wrapped an arm around his waist and played with his hair. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He mumbled and shut his eyes, listening to the rain start again. “This damn rain…”

“Here, come on, let’s do something fun.” Harvey grabbed his hands and pulled him up.

Shane grumbled but followed him, letting Harvey help him into a coat and pull him out the door.

Rain poured onto them, making Harvey’s glasses obsolete as he led him down to the docks.

“How is this fun?” Shane grumbled, glaring into the ocean.

“It’s romantic!” Harvey nudged him gently and took his hand, kissing him gently “you really scared me, have I told you that?”

“On multiple different occasions”

“I mean it.” He brushed wet hair out of his face and pulled Shane into his arms, who jumped every time he heard thunder. “This is mean, Harv.”

“Okay, okay, we can go back inside.” 

Shane practically ran back into the clinic, shaking himself off like a wet dog in the waiting room despite Harvey’s protests.

Harvey tossed a towel over his head before heading upstairs. “I’m going to shower; come upstairs when you’re done making a mess.”

“It’s just water!” Shane huffed but followed him upstairs and into the shower, tossing his clothes off along the way.

Warm water poured onto him, a welcome change from the cold rain. Just then, Harvey squeezed into the small shower with him. 

“You know I said upstairs not into the shower, right?”

“It’s not my fault you made me go out in the rain.”

Harvey snorted and pulled him into a hug from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Shane opened his mouth to say something before he choked on shower water. “Isn’t it a little early to shower?”

“Early bedtime.” He shrugged.

“Since when?”

“Since you passed out by the cliffs” Harvey said, “You need to rest; I know you’re sleep deprived.”

“I guess.” Shane sighed and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself before rummaging through Harvey’s closet and stealing a pair of pajamas.

Harvey rolled his eyes but followed suit, curling up in the bed until Shane joined him.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” Shane mumbled into his hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too, always.”

[crabcanwrite]

Can I request some more yandere harvey? I think you write him so well! Maybe he’s tired of you going to the mines against his wishes and decides to take it into his own hands? Or a rivalry between him and another bachelor.

Words: 1.7k

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Ships: Harvey/reader, Sam/reader

Warnings: yandere Harvey

“Vincent? What’s wrong?” You rushed up to him as soon as you saw the tears running down his face. He was standing alone in front of his house.

“…I have to get my shots today.” Vincent sobbed.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” You winced as he grabbed your bruised arm. “Where’s your mom?”

“Sam’s taking me.” He sniffled and reached up to wipe his eyes.

“Ok, where’s he?”

Just then Sam rushed out of the house, still tugging on a shoe. He stared at you for a second before looking away and taking Vincent’s other hand. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I saw Vincent crying,” you frowned. “Why are you taking him to get his shots?”

“Mom’s busy.” Sam pulled him forward, and you followed them into the clinic.

You sat down next to Vincent in one of the cheap plastic chairs, letting him hold onto your arm as you rummaged around in your backpack.

Before you could pull out the frog egg, Harvey was standing in front of you.

“Y/N? What happened?” Harvey grabbed your face and tilted it to the side, frowning as he inspected your injuries. “Who was it?”

“Harvey!” You turned red and pushed him away. “It’s Vincent’s appointment.”

“Ah, yes.” Harvey turned to Vincent. “Ready?”

“…no.”

“Come on, Vince.” Sam grabbed him and pulled him into the exam room. “You can do it.”

“No! Don’t make me!” Vincent cried and tried to squirm away. “Help me, Y/N!”

“It’s okay, kiddo.” You sat down next to him on the exam table and let him keep his hold on your arm as Harvey readied the syringe and pushed it into his arm.

Vincent cried until it was done before looking up at Sam.

“Do I get a lollipop now?”

“…I don’t have one.” Sam shrugged and looked to you. “Was I supposed to have one?”

“Here, I brought you something.” You nudged Vincent and pulled a frog egg out of your bag. “Like it?”

“Eww!” Vincent grabbed it and squished it. “Can I have it? Please? Please?”

“It’s all yours.”

“Yaaay!” Vincent jumped up and followed Sam to the door of the clinic.

You followed, but Harvey cleared his throat. “I think you better stay here, Y/N.”

“Oh, okay,” you paused, “let me just walk Vincent home, and I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, come on.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the clinic and back to his house. “Are you sure you have to go? Do you want to watch me practice for a bit? I’m learning a really cool new trick.”

“I can’t, sorry.” You smiled awkwardly and squirmed out of his grip. “Harvey will get worried.”

“Geez, he’s a little overprotective, don’t you think?”

“Well, he is a doctor,” you laughed and stepped out the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Harvey?” You called before walking around the waiting area, “I’m back!”

Harvey ran downstairs and grabbed your hand. “Sorry! I was, uhm… nevermind”

“Okay… I’m really fine though; I was just mining.” You reached up to rub the back of your neck before wincing. “On second thought, maybe a checkup isn’t a bad idea.”

“Ok, come on,” he ushered you back into the exam room. “You’ve really got to stop going in those mines.”

He fluttered around you, grabbing what you were sure were more than enough items. Finally he stood back in front of you, wringing his hands. “Okay, uhm, lay down.”

You lay down on the exam table. “Now what?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I panicked.”

You laughed and sat back up, looking up at Harvey. He looked back down at you with wide eyes as his face turned red and he cleared his throat.

Warm hands took your arm, pulling up your sleeve and dabbing some ointment on it before wrapping it in bandages, tight.

This repeated on your other arm until he stepped back and started to fidget with his hands again.

“Please don’t do anything strenuous with your arms for at least a month.” He sighed, “No chopping trees, and especially no mining!”

“There’s more,” you mumbled. “The skeletons got me pretty bad.”

“The what?” Harvey rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Nevermind, let me see.”

“Alright, give me a sec.” You hopped off the table and reached down to pull off your pants despite the bandages making it more than difficult to move your arms

Finally, you gave up. “Help me?”

“O-oh.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No! Of course I will.” He kneeled down and helped you out of your pants, sighing at the cuts littering your body. “No more mines for you.”

“Harvey,” you whined, “there’s good money down there!”

“There’s death down there.”

“And stuff I want!”

“Y/N…” Harvey finished bandaging your legs and helped you back into your pants. “Please? For me?”

“I’ll take a break,” you sighed, “for a little bit.”

“We’ll talk about this later.” He pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You giggled and nodded, letting him cling onto you for longer than you probably should’ve before pulling away. 

~

The next morning you woke up to knocking on your door, which you begrudgingly got up to answer.

A far too cheery Sam met you, holding a daffodil. “Hey, I was hoping you could help me practice for the flower dance?”

“Oh, sure, let me just get dressed.” You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and took the flower before closing the door and changing out of your pajamas, placing the flower in a vase.

You stepped back out onto the patio, “Alright.”

After an hour of dancing to some music Sam had brought over, you heard someone else approach.

You turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Harvey standing awkwardly next to your mailbox, also holding a daffodil.

Smiling, you let go of Sam and rushed up to him, taking the flower.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I, uh, wanted to make sure you were okay.” Harvey blushed and adjusted his glasses, shooting Sam a glare. “Are you?”

“I am. I was just helping Sam prepare for the flower dance.” You gestured to Sam, who had moved next to you. “Yeah, and I don’t think we were done; were we, Y/N?”

“I guess not,” you laughed before turning back to Harvey. “Did you need anything?”

“I was wondering if—“ he cleared his throat “—you would want to visit the spa with me? It might help your bruises.”

“Sure, that sounds nice! I’m free tomorrow?”

“I’ll come by.”

Sam pulled you back into a dance as Harvey walked away.

~

Wind blew pollen into your face as you made the short walk to the spa.

Harvey stood anxiously by the door, lighting up when he saw you. You smiled and waved as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. 

“Are you feeling okay?” He pressed you against his side. “No new injuries?”

“Not yet,” you laughed and followed him into the changing room.

Steam fogged the room, but you could still catch Harvey sneaking glances at you as you changed.

Warm pool water enveloped you as you stared up at him. “Come on.”

“Right, yes.” He stepped into the water next to you, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Don’t act so nervous!” You laughed again and took one of his hands. “I don’t bite.”

Harvey chuckled awkwardly and squeezed your hand. “Well, to be honest… I can’t really swim without floaties.”

“Oh, well, here.” You took his other hand and wrapped one of his arms around your neck, floating into deeper water. “I float.”

He turned bright red and wrapped himself around you, pressing his forehead against yours. “May I?”

“Y-yeah.”

He kissed you gently, keeping his lips on yours for as long as he could manage.

You blushed and buried your face in his neck as Harvey kissed the top of your head.

"You'll never have to worry about anything ever again." He whispered, so quietly you could barely make out what he was saying, "Not as long as I have you."

~

Most of spring came and went; the egg festival and several birthday parties kept you busy.

Until the flower festival, you had tried to wear your nicest clothes, which really only meant the least dirty ones.

A pair of pink pants and a collared shirt in this case. 

Sam grinned and ran up to you, taking your hands in his. “Y/N! You came!”

“I did,” you grinned back at him. “Are you okay? Is it the pollen?”

“Yeah, it’s always bad this time of year,” he chuckled. “Anyway, do you want to dance with me?”

“Oh!” Your face turned red, and you stepped back. “I’m sorry, I was going to ask someone else.”

“…okay.” Sam let go of you and rushed away, hiding next to Sebastian.

A pang of guilt hit you before Harvey came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Who are you asking?”

“Eep!” You jumped as he pulled you against his chest.

“Anyone I know?” His voice was low, almost threatening.

“Harvey”

“Yes?”

“No,” you shook your head, “you.”

“Me?” Harvey stepped back, letting you turn to look at him. “I’m honored.”

“Come on, there’s no time like the present.” You pulled him into the dance, laughing as you stepped on each other’s toes.

Harvey held you pressed against him despite your dirty clothes.

Slowly, he laid his head on yours, mumbling something you couldn’t understand.

“What?”

“… I’ll tell you later.”

One nasty fall later and Harvey was carrying you back to the clinic as your ankle throbbed.

You frowned as he carried you up to his apartment. “This is where you live?”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be walking on that.” Harvey cleared his throat and set you on the bed. “You should sleep here.”

“Okay,” you lay back before reaching up for him. “Come here.”

His face softened, and Harvey pulled you into his arms. “I’ll always be here, Y/N, my Y/N, all mine.”

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Heya!, i saw on the masterlist that there's a chain chomp charater and i got curious on what about 'em? May you write some headcannons of them pretty pls with sprinkles on top?

Words: 99

Fandom: Mariolore

Warnings: none

Bites in all situations (romantic, aggressive, platonic, bored)

Can’t read (she claims she can)

Super sweet when you get to know her

Eats rocks

Hates play fighting 

Can’t dance

FRIENDSHIP

Protective friend

Won’t say she likes you

Will fight anyone you ask

Favorite thing to do with you is stargaze

ROMANCE

Slowest of slow burns

Seriously will not trust you for months

After she finally trusts you she’s incredibly affectionate 

Will not let go of you

Favorite thing that you do: protect her (she claims she doesn’t need it)

Love language: touch

Favorite thing to do with you: dance

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Handmaiden

Angstpril Day 30: why me?

Words: 793

Fandom: Mariolore

Ships: Bowser/Toadette, Boo/Toadette

Warnings: kidnapping, referenced domestic violence

Familiar shaking woke Toadette from her slumber; another attack from Bowser, no doubt.

Looking around, she saw Princess Peach already awake, sitting up and mumbling to herself.

Toadette tiptoed over to her and placed a hand on her arm. “It’s alright; you don’t need to worry about him.”

Peach ignored her and continued to mumble fragments of sentences, only looking up when the door opened.

Bowser grinned as he walked inside and reached out to grab her.

Before she could react, Toadette was pushed into his arms and carried out of the castle.

“Did you get her?” She heard King Boo ask as she was set down on the plush interior of a carriage.

“Yeah, I got her.” Bowser was sitting next to her, blocking the door. “Where’s the sleeping potion?”

“Here,” Boo tipped something down her throat; it was a sickly sweet liquid. Her limbs became lead as darkness closed in around her.

~

“Mmm?” Toadette sat up in an unfamiliar bed, soft blankets and pillows surrounded her, but they couldn’t comfort the feeling of being watched.

“Welcome back.” Boo emerged from the wall, grinning widely. “Miss me?”

“Boo!” Toadette jumped out of the bed and glared at him. “Where’s Peach!?”

“Back in her castle” He walked over and began looking through the closet, pulling out a dress. “Here, put this on.”

“I will not!” 

“You will” He pushed the dress into her arms before disappearing through the door.

Toadette emerged fifteen minutes later, dressed in a puffy baby pink dress; as much as she hated to admit it, the dress was beautiful.

“You look great.” Bowser took her hand and led her into the dining room. “We missed you.”

“You… missed me?” She frowned and sat down in between Bowser and Boo, picking at her food. “Why?”

“You’re cute.” Boo rolled his eyes and stole some meat from her plate. “Go well with the decor.”

“…Okay, Bowser?”

“You’re nice, and we like you.” Bowser smiled at her. “Eat your food; it’s not poisoned.”

“Why not Peach?” Toadette frowned but began to eat in small, careful bites.

“She is neither nice nor liked.” Boo tried to steal more food off her plate before Bowser slapped his hands away “And she does not go well with the decor.”

“…thanks, I guess.” 

Awkward silence filled the room as Toadette stared between them; Boo never failed to set her on edge, and she had seen what Bowser could do.

Finally, breakfast was over, but before she could escape back to her room, Boo was grabbing her arm.

“Come on, we need to get you new clothes.” He dragged her over to the door as Bowser followed.

“You really don’t have to do that!” Toadette squeaked as Bowser took her other hand.

The city streets were crowded, but the sight of King Boo cleared a path as he led her into a fancy store, the kind Peach used to shop in.

Bowser let go of her hand. “Pick out whatever you want.”

“I don’t understand,” Toadette looked up at him. “Why?”

“So you can have clothes?” Bowser frowned. “Go ahead.”

“If you say so.” She walked over to a rack of clothes, searching through them before picking out a couple of dresses. “What about these?”

“I like that one.” Boo popped up behind her, pointing to a white dress she was holding.

“Aah!” Toadette whirled around only to find herself barely an inch away from him. “Stop that!”

~

When they got back, the clothes were quickly taken and folded nicely in her closet as Bowser and Boo followed her to her room.

“Do you have enough blankets?” Boo asked, “There’s more if you want.”

“It’s fine, but you really don’t have to do this.” Toadette laughed awkwardly. “I’m sure Peach will come get me soon.”

“…So, uhm, about that.” Bowser rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “She—uhm, she…”

“She what?”

“Peach gave you to us so we would stop harassing her.” Boo rolled his eyes. “So no, she’s not coming to get you.”

“What? But…” Toadette stumbled back onto the bed. “She loves me, she said so herself.

“She loved me and tried to kill me.” Boo shrugged, earning himself a glare from Bowser.

Bowser sat down next to her and took her hand. “It’s alright.”

She blinked up at him for a second before tears filled her eyes and she was sobbing, warm arms wrapped around her with a gentleness she didn’t know Bowser was capable of.

A heavy coat was wrapped around her, and she could feel Boo sitting behind her, hissing something she couldn’t understand.

“I’m her handmaiden; she can’t just toss me away like this!” 

“Now you’ll be something better, sweetheart.” Boo wrapped an arm around her, “a princess.”

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Sour Apples

Angstpril Day 29: Inevitable

Words: 893

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Katniss/Gale/Finnick/Peeta/Cato

Warnings: a/b/o, implied rape, trauma

“With the new influx of residents, it was inevitable that the alpha-omega balance would be upset.” Coin had made the announcement herself, holding a small device in her hand. “There are too many alphas and too few omegas.”

Katniss tensed, grabbing Gale’s hand. She knew what this meant; they all did.

Gale squeezed her hand back and growled as Coin pressed a button on her device.

She called several names they didn’t recognize, and Katniss turned to hide herself against him.

“Katniss Everdeen!” Coin gave her a placating smile. “Please go through the door to your left so we can begin the bitching process.”

Katniss froze; the sounds around her became a blur as someone was pulling her arm.

Gale was missing; where was he? Warm hands were on her arm, pulling her back, away from that wretched door.

Everything was dark, a power outage maybe; she couldn’t see, she couldn’t breathe.

The last thing she remembered was a familiar scent, lime and something

“Katniss? Are you awake?” 

She could smell him before she recognized him: cherry, sea water, and clove. Finnick.

She opened an eye, finding herself lying on his chest. “Mm? Finn?”

“I’m here, princess, you’re safe.” Finnick leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “They didn’t do it.”

“I’m still an alpha? How?”

“Gale… he went in your place.” Finnick shushed a whine she didn’t know she was making. “He’ll be back soon, Cato and Peeta went to get him.”

Katniss nodded and shut her eyes, whining at the lack of pack members.

“Gale?” Katniss sat up as the door opened.

Clove helped Gale limp inside until he could collapse into the nest.

The smell of sour apples and dirt filled the room as Gale curled in on himself.

“What did they do to you?” Katniss sighed and buried herself in his chest. Cato lay down behind him. “You don’t want to know.”

“But—“

“Let him rest, Katniss.” Finnick lay down next to her. “It’s a lot to go through.”

Peeta squished himself in the middle of the nest, making a soft, soothing noise as Gale whined.

A different scent filled the nest, Peeta’s scent: pancakes and brown sugar and lemonade. 

“You’re safe here,” Cato growled. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Promise?” Gale mumbled. The sadness in his voice made Katniss’s heart hurt, and she whined. “Promise”

“…thanks, Catnip.”

~

“Hey, Peeta?” Gale whispered once he was sure everyone was asleep. Peeta whined and opened his eyes, scenting him quickly. “Yeah?”

“Do… Do you like being an omega?” Gale tightened his grip on him.

Peeta thought for a second, “Yeah, it’s… great, actually.”

“Really?” Gale sighed and ran his fingers through Peeta’s hair. “It doesn’t feel great.”

“If it’s any consolation, I felt like that too.” Finnick spoke up from underneath him, wrapping his arms around both of them, “like your insides have turned outside.”

“How did you know?”

“I went through it too, well, the opposite, actually.” Finnick took Gale’s hand and kissed it. “It gets better, I promise.”

“When? I feel worse.” Gale whined and buried his face in Finnick’s neck as Peeta buried his face in Gale’s.

“It took me years when I was by myself,” Finnick sighed, “but it’s easier with a pack.”

“Thanks, Finnick.” Gale shut his eyes again. “Sorry for the reminder.”

“Don’t be, a good pack heals all wounds.”

Katniss’s soft growling woke him up next. Finnick was there, but Peeta and Cato had left.

Finnick smiled down at him and cupped his face in his hands. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He looked around. “Where’s Peeta and Cato?”

“Doctor’s appointment.” Katniss kissed the back of his head. “Are you feeling any better?”

“…I guess.” Gale sighed and turned to kiss her as Finnick buried his face in his neck, inhaling.

He wrapped his arms around Gale’s waist and made a pleased noise.

“I know this sucks, but you smell delicious,” he mumbled before Katniss pushed her face next to his. “You do.”

“If either of you says I smell like some ridiculous dessert, I will cut my scent glands out myself,” Gale groaned, reaching up to push them away.

“You smell like apples and nutmeg and forest.” Katniss pushed her head into his chest. “It suits you.”

“So apple pie.” Gale rolled his eyes but began to braid her hair anyway.

“No, mainly apples and forest.” Finnick twisted his head to kiss him. “Please keep your glands”

“I’m outvoted anyway.”

When Peeta and Cato got back, they both immediately lay down next to him.

Peeta whimpered quietly and hid his face next to Katniss’s, and Cato immediately stuck his head on Gale’s neck. “You smell much better, less sour.”

“…thank you?” Gale frowned. “I don’t smell like apple pie, right?”

“No,” Peeta spoke up. “Pie has more spices.”

“Good, at least someone isn’t sticking their face in my neck.” Gale gave Cato a look, which Cato responded to by biting his mating mark.

Gale whimpered before biting his tongue and turning dark red. Cato grinned and kissed him softly as Finnick leaned over.

“The first time’s weird, right?” Finnick grinned. “You sound good.”

“I think you mispronounced humiliating” Gale whined as Cato leaned down to bite him again. “Stop that, Cato!”

“Sorry, but you really do sound good.”

“Thanks.” Gale leaned over to kiss him before twisting himself to kiss everyone else “for everything.”

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He used to be Mine

Angstpril Day 28: Stolen

Words: 2.5k

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Katniss/Gale/Peeta/reader

Warnings: sfw agere, diapers, bed-wetting, wetting

“Peeta!” You watched him force a grin as he ran into your arms. “I missed you, doll.”

“I missed you too.” His voice cracked, but he masked it by kissing you hard.

You frowned for a second and wrapped your arm around his waist, leading him away from the crowd and into his house in the victor’s village.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, Peeta raced upstairs.

“Peeta?” You called after him before pushing open any door that wasn’t locked; unsurprisingly, they were all empty. Finally you came across a locked door. “Peeta! Are you in here?”

Sobbing, answered you as Peeta cried something unintelligible.

The door didn’t budge, despite how hard you pushed it. “Open the door? Please?”

You sank down and pushed your hand under the door; cold fingers met yours. “You’re shaking, baby. Can you let me in?”

After several long minutes of coaxing, the door finally opened, revealing Peeta hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing.

A puddle had formed around him—pee, by the looks of it.

“What happened?” You crouched down next to him and pulled him into your lap, ignoring the wetness that spread onto your legs.

He just buried his face in your shoulder and sobbed harder, “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry.”

“Shh, what happened, baby?” You kissed his forehead as hiccuping sobs echoed around the room.

He opened his mouth to say something but only gasped sharply and started to hyperventilate. 

“Okay, okay, deep breaths.” Rocking him back and forth, you took one of his hands in yours. “In…and out.”

“…in,” he mumbled, following your instructions. Finally he looked up at you with large, sad eyes: “accident.”

“Oh,” you frowned for a second before tilting his face up and kissing him. “That’s okay; let’s just go get cleaned up?”

“Not mad?” He sniffled and didn’t move, wrapping his arms around your neck instead.

Carefully, you picked him up. “No, you’ve been through so much, doll.”

Peeta hid his face in your chest and clung tighter onto you, whining as his prosthetic leg was jostled.

You paused and set him back down. “Do you want it off?”

“Off,” he whispered, cringing as you removed the prosthetic and set it carefully to the side.

“Is that better?” You picked him back up, carrying him to the bathroom. A small nod answered you “better.”

“Do you need help getting undressed?” You didn’t wait for him to answer before helping him out of his soiled clothes, placing them in the laundry basket before doing the same with yours.

Warm water enveloped you both as you carried him into the tub, a fresh batch of tears dripping down Peeta’s face and into the bath.

“Sorry,” he clung onto you as you held him.

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart.” You peppered his face with kisses. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Had ‘n accident.” He mumbled, “Made you bathe me.”

“No, you didn’t make me do anything; I want to take care of you.” Unconsciously, you made a soft shushing noise and held him closer. “Did something happen?”

“Doesn’t love me.” 

“Katniss? I’m so sorry.” 

“…You love me?”

“I do.” You grabbed him into a hug and kissed him hard, splashing water everywhere. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you.”

Peeta giggled and kissed you back, looking genuinely happy for the first time since he got back. “Even when I’m all wrong like this?”

“You’re not wrong; you’re never wrong.” Your hand found its way into his hair, “and I’d love you even if you were.”

He nodded softly and let you clean him as he played with a still-full bottle of soap.

You kissed his forehead and lifted him back out of the bed, holding him steady. “There, all clean.”

“Clean” Peeta smiled up at you. “Nap?”

“Sure, you must be exhausted.” You helped him into a pair of pajamas and borrowed a too-large pair for yourself before helping him to his bedroom and cuddling up to him.

A soft whimper made you look back down to Peeta, who was staring at you with the same sad eyes. “Story?”

“Story it is.”

~

You woke to an empty bed and a wet spot where Peeta was asleep, coloring the white sheets yellow.

A sigh escaped you as you searched the surprisingly large house for him, finally finding him hidden away in the closet of one of the spare bedrooms.

“Peeta?” You sat down and pushed the closet door open.

He was hiding behind several moving boxes, and you could barely see him. “Hey, why are you hiding?”

Silence met you, but he flinched away when you reached to touch him. “Is this about the bed?”

That got you a small nod.

“Oh, it’s alright, really,” you frowned. “I can just change the sheets, and it’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Mad?”

“Not mad, baby.” You shook your head and reached your hand out, which he took after a minute. “I’m just worried about you.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You pushed a box out of the way. “Please tell me what happened?”

“Nightmare,” slowly, he scooted next to you, “didn’t want you to be mad.”

“I won’t get mad at you, I promise.” You wrapped an arm around his waist. “Just wake me up next time?”

Peeta nodded and laid his head on your shoulder. “Feel sick.”

“Sick how?” You pressed your hand against his forehead; he wasn’t hot. Several minutes of silence passed before he answered, “Fuzzy.”

“Hm, that’s not too bad.” You picked him up, giving him a quick spin. “How about a bath?”

“Bath!” Peeta laughed and hugged you until you set him down, then he tried to take off his clothes.

Instead he wobbled and nearly fell over. “Help?”

“You’re too cute, you know that.” You kissed his cheek before helping him out of his clothes. “Can you stay in the bath by yourself for a bit? I need to go change the sheets.”

His face fell, but he nodded and managed his way into the tub. “Back?”

“Before you know it”

When you got back, Peeta was playing with a now-empty soap bottle, a sad look on his face.

You kneeled down next to the tub. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Thought you left,” he grabbed your sleeve, “…like Katniss.”

“I’ll never leave you, I promise.” You kissed him before grabbing the soap. “Do you want me to do it?”

“Please?”

You stepped out of your pajamas and climbed in next to him, using the fancy soap you brought back from the Capitol to make sure he was clean.

He smiled and sat down in your lap, sighing as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Still fuzzy?”

“ ’s nice.”

“Then it can’t be too bad.” You kissed the top of his head as Peeta fell asleep in your arms.

Sometime as you were drying off and getting dressed, he started sucking his thumb.

Odd, but he’d done stranger stuff.

Getting him dried and dressed while he was unconscious was more than a struggle, but you made it back to the bedroom.

~

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you teased as he woke up, blinking and making a soft mumbling sound.

“Huh? What happened?”

“You fell asleep in the bath.” 

The fuzzy feeling had subsided, leaving him confused and humiliated. “Sorry about everything.”

“Doll, how many times do I have to tell you it’s okay before you believe me?” You kissed him multiple times in quick succession. “I love you, all of you.”

“I peed the bed, I hid in the closet, I acted like a damn toddler!” He cried as a sob burbled out of his throat. “You couldn’t have loved that.”

“You want my honest opinion?” Gently you ran your fingers through his hair as he nodded. “I thought you were adorable; I enjoyed taking care of you.”

“You’re not leaving me?”

“Never, okay? Not ever,” you wrapped your arms around him, “but we do need to talk about what happened.”

“Okay…” He sighed.

“You said your head was fuzzy and you were sucking your thumb. You’ve also had multiple accidents.” You leaned down to kiss the embarrassment off his face. “Do you have any idea what that was about?”

“Just— just felt fuzzy; I couldn’t control it.” Peeta whined and hid his face in your hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you, baby,” you pried his hands from his face. “You said the fuzzy feeling was nice, right?”

“Yeah, I liked you taking care of me.”

“Good, I’m happy to do it.” You hugged him tighter. “But we should still get some stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“A mattress protector for one, and Haymitch was telling me about something called age regression.”

“Age regression?”

“It’s when your mind makes you feel younger.”

“Oh…” Peeta frowned. “Is that what’s happening? That’s what’s wrong with me?”

“I think it’s what’s happening.” A soft sigh escaped him, and he looked away. “But that’s not wrong.”

“If you say so..” He hid his face in your neck. “What now?”

“There aren’t any age regression stores here, but there are some baby ones.” A laugh escaped you. “I figure we can find something there.”

“I-I’ll try it.”

~

The store was overwhelming with pastel colors and shop attendants flitting about.

Peeta held tight to your hand, avoiding your gaze as his face turned red.

You pulled him down an aisle filled with stuffed animals. “Let’s start here. See any you like?”

“That one,” gingerly, he grabbed a hare plush from the shelf. “What is it?”

“It’s a hare.”

“A what?”

“Like a rabbit,” you kissed his cheek. “I’ll show you sometime.”

“Thank you.” He followed you down another aisle; this one had diapers, mostly baby, but a few adult ones. 

“If you want” You squeezed his hand and smiled when he looked up at you. “You can.”

“…pick one?”

“Sure, how about… green?”

“Okay, can we go now?”

“Yeah.”

~

Rain poured onto you as you left the house to get more food. Peeta had whined as you left but wouldn’t go out into the rain.

The streets were quiet as you made your way into town. Before you could get very far, someone shouted your name. Was that Katniss?

“How dare you!?” She shouted as you turned to look at her.

“How dare I what?”

“You stole him! He was mine!” She stumbled over to you and pointed a finger at your chest.

“Peeta? You said you didn’t want him!” You could smell the alcohol on her breath, Haymitch’s, no doubt. “He’s not yours anymore.”

“He was!” She pushed you, and you pushed her back.

“Then why did you break up with him!?” You growled, “What do you want from me?”

“I love him, okay!” She pushed you again, and you pushed her harder, making her fall onto the street.

A second passed as she started sobbing, the kind of sobs that made you unsure if she could breathe.

A wave of panic hit you, and you kneeled down next to her, ignoring your now wet clothes.

“Shh, you’re drunk, Katniss.” You wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Sleep it off; you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Hurts,” she whimpered, pointing to a large scrape on her knee.

“Aw, that must hurt.” You picked her up as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “Is Gale home?”

“Gale,” she just repeated before whining and trying to grab at your clothes, “I feel sick.”

“You feel sick?” A soft whimper came as your response, along with a bottle of booze slipping out of her pocket and shattering on the ground. “Let’s get you home.”

“Can walk,” she hiccuped before looking at the door to her house, “down.”

“If you say so.” You set her down, only for her to yelp and try and climb back into your arms, to which you obliged. “Gale!”

Gale slammed the door open. “What are you doing with her?”

“She’s drunk, she got hurt.” You took a breath and pushed past him. “And she’s regressed.”

“She’s what?” Gale took Katniss from you. 

“Age regressed, look at her,” you gestured to her. “Haymitch told me about it; Peeta does it too.”

Just then, Katniss started to cry, burying her face in Gale’s chest. He looked back to you, panic clear on his face. “What do I do?”

“Uhm, lie down with her, try to be soothing.” You frowned. “I can bring Peeta over? She seems to miss him.”

“Please.”

You ran back to your house, finding Peeta asleep on the couch.

After grabbing an assortment of objects you thought Katniss might need, you returned to him. “Hey, Peeta, wake up.”

“Mm? Y/N? Where are you going?”

“I found Katniss; she’s regressed.” You pulled him up. “Can we go over to her house? Gale needs help.”

“O-okay.” Peeta followed you out the door. “Did she… say anything about me?”

“She loves you.” You leaned over to kiss him before opening the door and walking inside.

Where Gale was holding a still crying Katniss and rambling about types of traps.

“Katniss?” Peeta whispered in a suddenly too small voice. She smiled shyly at him and waved, “Mad?”

“Sad” tears welled up in his eyes, and he climbed up onto the couch before trying to pull off his prosthetic. “Off?”

“Sure, baby.” You took it off and set it carefully to the side, watching Katniss and Peeta hug before sobbing into each other.

“What now?” Gale turned to you, taking the bag.

“I got a bit of everything.” You pulled everything out. “She seems pretty young to me, so probably a diaper.”

“Are you sure?… she’s never—“

“Better safe than sorry,” you nodded and took his hand. “It’s a lot, I know.”

“What if I hurt her?”

“She’ll forgive you.” Instinctively, you pulled him into a tight hug. “You make it right, and she’ll forgive you.”

“Okay, she, uhm, she should probably sleep off the alcohol, right?” He tried to pick Katniss up but ended up with both her and Peeta in his arms.

“Right! Come on, it’s best if we stay with them.” You followed him up to a large bedroom, where he set them down and lay next to Katniss.

You lay on Peeta’s side, wrapping everyone in a blanket. “Get some sleep, Gale.”

~

The sound of Gale’s pacing woke you, making you sit up. “Gale? What happened?”

“She had an accident.” Panic was evident in his voice as he scrubbed a hand over his face.

“Okay, calm down.” You pulled back the blanket. “Start a bath; I’ll wake them up.”

He rushed out of the room as you shook Katniss awake. She sat up, her eyes widening in shame as she took in her surroundings. “No, nonononono”

“Shh, it’s okay, accidents happen.”

“No! I have to be a big girl!” She cried.

“Katniss?” Peeta mumbled as he opened his eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“The bath’s ready.” Gale scooped Katniss up. “Hey, don’t cry, Catnip.”

“But ‘m not big.”

“That’s okay,” you gently unbraided her hair. “You don’t need to be big.”

“Small,” Peeta echoed, reaching out and grinning when you picked him up. “Bath?”

“Bath,” you nodded. Once Katniss was in the warm water, she went silent, smiling but playing with the bar of soap Peeta gave her.

He seemed to play with her, occasionally mumbling a word or two.

“This is good; you’re doing good.” You took Gale’s hand in yours. “I can bring him by more often, If you’d like?”

“I—yes,” he leaned down, stopping just short of kissing you. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow”

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We’re Okay, He’s Okay

Angstpril Day 27: Giving all they’ve got

Words: 1.2k

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Gale/Peeta/reader

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnant reader,

“If it weren’t for the baby”

One sentence managed to turn your blood to ice and made you whine as you scrambled to hug him tightly, burying your face against his neck. “How did you know?”

“It’s your scent.” He kissed you gently, making you blush. 

“Is it that obvious?”

“You might as well have a neon sign above your head.” Peeta wrapped his arm around your waist and let you relax in his arms. “Want to go back to our room?”

“Mhm,” you whined quietly but let him lead you offstage and into the elevator. He frowned as you clung onto him. “This changes things…”

You nodded. “1 has a lot of victors, but 12? It’s just you and Haymitch, and you’ll never let him go back.”

“I’ll come back to you, I promise.” an arm wrapped around your stomach, feeling the nonexistent baby bump.

You looked up at him with wide, sad eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know,” he pulled you into your hotel room and lay down, letting you squish yourself into his chest. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Whose baby is it?” You could hear the sadness in his voice as he pressed himself against you.

A sigh escaped your lips as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “Gale’s, it’s his baby.”

“Why?” Peeta growled before taking a breath.

“He found me during my last heat; it was a bad one.” You kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, he was good to me.”

“Are you sure?” He leaned down and inspected you for any bruises or cuts. “He didn’t hurt you? He took care of you?”

“I’m sure.” You shushed his growling and took his hands in yours. “He was more than gentle; you would’ve liked it.”

“Oh,” his face turned red, “well, good.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m still yours.” You kissed him gently. “No one else will change that.”

“Sorry, I’m still getting used to the whole open relationship thing; I didn’t expect the first guy you dated to get you pregnant.”

“Don’t be; it’s new for me too.” You laughed and kissed him again before wrapping your arms around him as he did the same. “Trust me, I didn’t think Gale of all people would get me pregnant.”

“I think the baby being Haymitch’s would’ve surprised me more.”

That made you nearly choke on air and make an odd half-coughing, half-laughing sound. “You couldn’t pay me enough for that, no offense to Haymitch.”

“Good” soft growling filled the room as Peeta ran his hands over your stomach. “It’ll be okay; I’ll make Haymitch promise to keep you safe,”

~

It was the first day of the games; you sat in Haymitch’s living room, curled up and watching with rapt attention.

You had been watching since the parade, only getting up to use the bathroom. Haymitch crouched down next to you. “Y/N?”

“Mhm?” You didn’t take your eyes off the screen, desperately searching for your husband.

“You need to stop.” A hand was placed on your arm, and the screen went black, making you jolt before starting to sob, “Haymitch!”

“I know, I know,” he pulled you into a tight hug, “but you’re gonna make yourself crazy.”

“But— but what if he dies?” Tears wet Haymitch’s shirt as you cried, and he made a strange half-shushing, half-growling noise.

Which made you laugh, “Are you trying to comfort me?”

“Give me a break; it’s been a while!” He groaned and picked you up unceremoniously, carrying you to the kitchen table and setting you down in front of it. “Sit.”

You huffed but sat down anyway as a bowl of stew was placed in front of you, which you scarfed down.

It was the meat Gale had brought by earlier; he’d said it was the best pieces. “I’ve eaten; can I get back to watching now?”

“No, now you’re going to take a shower and go to sleep in an actual bed.”

“Just tell me if anything happens, okay?”

“I promise.”

You managed to shower without breaking out into full hysterics, only to find yourself lying awake in bed.

It was too cold and too large and empty without Peeta next to you.

Dozing in and out of sleep left you unsure of what was going on, stuck between dreams and reality.

Finally a knock on the door snapped you out of it. You stumbled out of bed and to the living room, where Gale stood in the doorway.

“…Gale?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

“Y/N? You don’t look too good.” He ran to your side and wrapped his arms around you. “Baby, you can’t just watch the games 24/7.”

“It’s the closest thing I have to being with him,” you whimpered as he led you into the kitchen.

“He’s okay, I promise.” Gale pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled out a bag of meat. “Take a nap; I’ll make something for breakfast.”

“Mkay” you mumbled as you collapsed onto the couch.

This time, it was Haymitch who woke you and helped you back to the table, where Gale set a plate of food in front of you.

“Thank you.” You ate slower this time, trying to keep yourself from panicking. “Is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Gale nodded and took your hand. “He’ll come back.”

“Okay.”

~

After a long three days of trying to survive by the lake, you were finally brought to District 13.

Gale lay curled on top of you in your shared room; it was a fruitless attempt at comforting you after another one of Peeta’s TV interviews.

You buried your face into his neck. “It’s gone, it’s all gone.”

“Shh, it’s not all gone.” He pressed kisses across the top of your head. “I’m here. We’ll get him back, Y/N, I promise you.”

Silence answered before you whimpered quietly and tightened your grip, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

After an impossibly long week you were finally allowed to see Peeta, as long as Gale was with you.

You practically ran into his hospital room, stopping just short of jumping onto him. “Peeta!”

“…Y/N?” His voice was flat, as empty as his gaze.

“I’m here, sweetheart; we’re here.” You laid your hand on his. Gale waved awkwardly and stood at your side. “Are you okay?”

“Gale?” Peeta looked up at him. “Why?”

“He, uhm—“ you sat down on Peeta’s bed “—he got me pregnant.”

Peeta tried to reach over but was stopped by the restraints before you could react.

He growled and bit at them, ending up biting himself more often than not. Gale undid the restraints, shushing him softly, “It’s okay, you’re free now.”

Peeta looked up at him and gave him a glassy-eyed look before nodding and reaching over to press his hand against your stomach. “Baby?”

You nodded and kissed his cheek, making him blush dark red. He whined softly, “Mine?”

“Technically ours,” you gestured around the room. Peeta growled gently, “Is he safe?”

“Yes, love, I promise.” You scooted over and motioned for Gale to sit down. “He won’t hurt any of us.”

“I promise, Peeta.” Carefully, as if he were made of glass, Gale pulled Peeta into his lap. “You’re safe here.”

“Katniss can’t hurt us?” His voice was small and wary. “You’ll protect me?”

“Yes, love.” You curled up against him as Gale pulled you both into his arms. Peeta whined and hid his face in Gale’s arm. “Sorry.”

“For what?” You reached up to run a hand through his hair, finding tears on his face.

“Acting like an omega” 

“You can act however you want, baby.” Gale leaned down to kiss his head. “You’re still our alpha.”

“Your alpha”

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Adorable King

Angstpril Day 26: Accident

Words: 916

Fandom: Mariolore

Ships: King Boo/reader

Warnings: sfw agere, implied child abuse, bet wetting

You were another in one of King Boo’s series of one-night stands, but it hadn’t gone anything like either of you had expected.

He’d managed to stumble out of the ballroom before falling flat on his face, leaving you to carry him as he gave you drunken instructions on where to go.

When you’d finally managed to get back to his room, he had leaned in to kiss you before passing out in your arms.

King Boo groaned as he opened his eyes, finding you asleep next to him. “Mm?”

“Hm? Oh, hello.” You gave him a tired smile. “You’re awake.”

“I am.”

“…” You sat up and looked around the room. “So,”

“Did we do anything?”

“You made me walk in a circle about four times before finally giving me correct instructions,” you laughed, “and then you passed out.”

“You could’ve just said no,” he huffed before sitting up, his face turned pale, and he clenched his hands around the blanket.

“What is it?” You frowned and touched one of his hands. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he hissed and pushed your hand away.

“It can’t be worse than what I’ve already seen,” you teased.

“It can,” he sighed but pushed the blanket to his feet, revealing a large wet spot around him.

“See? Was that so hard?” You continued to tease him before you saw tears dripping down his cheeks.

Your face fell, and you reached over to hold his hand. “Oh dear, don’t cry.”

“ ‘m sorry.” He sobbed and squeezed your hand tight enough to turn the tips of your fingers red. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” you squeezed his hand back, ignoring the pain from his grip. “I’ll draw you a bath and call someone to change the sheets, okay?”

“O-okay,” he sniffled but nodded, letting you get up to draw him a bath.

You returned to find him shakily trying to change the sheets himself; he had managed to get one corner off but was just staring at it, looking lost.

“Hey,” gently, you took his hand and made him let go of the sheet. “What happened?”

“ ‘s my mess; I have to clean it up by myself,” he sniffed. 

“No, you don’t.” You led him back to the bathroom. “It looks like you’ve had a hard enough day as is.”

“But it’s my fault!” He cried as he tried to wrestle his way out of his clothes.

“It was an accident,” you shushed him gently and helped him out of his clothes. “I’m not upset.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you nodded and helped him into the tub. “I’ll go get someone to change the sheets.”

Boo reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Stay?”

“Uh, sure, I’ll be back in a minute.”

When you came back, you found him crying and curled up in the tub, hugging his knees to his chest. You kneeled down next to the tub. “What happened?”

“You’re back?”

“Of course I’m back.” You tilted your head to the side. “Why wouldn’t I come back?”

He just shook his head and grabbed your hand, continuing to cry quietly.

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, wiping away his tears with your free hand.

Silently, he pointed to the bar of soap before looking at you with big, sad eyes.

“Oh, uhm, here.” You tried to hand it to him, but he pushed it back into your hand. “You want me to do it?”

That earned an enthusiastic nod and a small smile. You laughed and started to wash him, “Alright.”

Cleaning his upper body was easy, ignoring how wet your sleeves got, his lower half was more difficult. “Okay, uh, can you raise one of your legs?”

Instead he raised both legs and fell underwater, making you laugh hard enough to almost fall over.

When he surfaced after a surprisingly short time, he gave you an indignant glare. “You said to raise my legs!”

“I said to raise one of your legs!”

“…stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry, baby.”

“I’m a king! You’re not supposed to laugh at a king.” He pouted and crossed his arms.

“Adorable is what you are.”

That made him perk up; his eyes sparkled. “Really?”

“Really”

He grinned and jumped onto you, grabbing you into a hug.

You fell back onto the floor but wrapped your arms around him. “I take it you're done with the bath?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, then let’s get you dry before you catch your death.” You grabbed a towel and tried to dry him as he clung to you. “Come on, you have to get up.”

“Sorry! Sorry…” He jumped up and grabbed the towel, scrambling to dry himself off before you stopped him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You helped him into his robe. “No need to panic.”

“O-okay.” He grabbed your wrist and yawned. “You're not mad?”

“Not at all.” You pulled him back to the bedroom, finding an extra robe laid on the bed. “Did you?”

Boo just shook his head and lay down, whining when you didn’t follow.

You leaned over to kiss his forehead. “Let me get changed first.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to sleep in wet clothes, baby; I’ll be back in a second.” You could hear him crying as you changed before immediately perking up when you got back.

“Did you really miss me that much?” You teased as you lay down next to him but let him slide into your arms and hide his face in your neck. 

“Yes, don’t do that again.”

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Bear Traps and Pancakes

Angstpril Day 25: Mistake

Words: 1.7k

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Peeta/Gale/Katniss

Warnings: A/B/O, blood and injury, bear traps

“This really isn’t the place an omega should be so late at night.” Gale growled as he leaned over Katniss, pinning her to a tree.

It was a game they played often, cat and mouse. Alpha and omega. “I just set new traps too.”

“Did you now?” Katniss stared up at him, unafraid as he backed away. “I think I can handle a couple traps.”

“Go ahead.”

Then Katniss was running, pretending to be unsure of where to go as if this wasn’t the same practiced routine she took nearly every time.

But this time she dodged the usual tree left instead of right and took a new path, leaving Gale to try and track her.

Wet leaves squelched under her feet as she ran past a tree and over something metallic.

The air rushed out of her lungs as she fell, something clamping around her ankle.

She couldn’t move as metal dug into her flesh and bones, she couldn’t speak, only managing a pained whimper.

“Katniss? Katniss?” She could barely make out Gale’s voice through the buzzing in her head.

She shut her eyes, and when she opened them, Gale was crouched next to her.

“Oh, baby, what did you do?” There was a hand on her face, wiping away tears she didn’t know she had. Gale leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.”

“Alpha,” Katniss whined. Had she called him that before? She couldn’t remember; she couldn’t remember much of anything.

“I’m here, right here.” Gale picked her up carefully, the moonlight glinting off of what she now knew was a bear trap stuck around her ankle. “Why didn’t you take the usual path?”

But Katniss had somehow managed to forget how to speak, only whining louder as he carried her back to her house. “Shh, Catnip, we’re almost there.”

He shifted to hold her awkwardly over his shoulder as he went to open the door, only to find it locked. “Where’s your key?”

Katniss just whined and squirmed in his hold until he brought her back into a princess carry.

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and red-faced, before leaning her head against his chest. “Alpha.”

“Okay, Peeta probably has a spare key.” Gale muttered to himself as he made the short walk and banged on Peeta’s door instead, “Peeta! It’s Gale!”

The door swung open, revealing Peeta in a poorly tied robe. “You better have a good reason for waking me up, Hawthorne.”

“It’s Katniss; her ankle got caught in a bear trap.” Gale pushed past him and into the house while Katniss whined and tried to grab Peeta’s robe.

“What? How?”

“I put out some new ones, and she took a different path.” Gale sighed, “Go get Prim, please? Her mom will kill me if she knows this happened.”

“Fine, but you’re on thin ice for messing with my omega.” Peeta gestured to the couch. “Stay here.”

Gale huffed but sat down. “She’s my omega too, Mellark!”

~

“Her ankle's broken all right.” Prim nodded as Katniss sat in Peeta’s lap, whimpering as Prim tried to treat the wound around the bear trap. “Gale, can you get the trap off?”

“I can try.” He leaned over to kiss Katniss quickly before he grabbed the trap, fiddling with the release mechanism until it fell to the floor with a clatter. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” Prim leaned over to try and set her ankle in a cast as Gale sat back down next to Peeta. Katniss leaned over to grab at his coat. “Alpha…”

“Catnip? You okay?” He took one of her hands, bringing it to his face and scenting her. Peeta sighed, “She’s in heat.”

“How? It should be at least a week.” Gale turned to look at him.

“It’s a stress heat,” Prim replied before getting up. “Keep it elevated, no strenuous activity— Gale— and put some ice on it if it hurts.”

“Hey! I’m not the only one dating your sister!” Gale protested, “Why aren’t you saying Peeta’s name?”

“You did get her stuck in a bear trap.” Prim rolled her eyes before leaving. Peeta smirked, “She’s not wrong.”

“Peeta! It was an accident!” Gale whined and wrapped his arms around Katniss. “See? Katniss agrees with me.”

“She didn’t say anything.” Peeta huffed and placed his head on Gale’s. “Come on, help me carry her.”

Gale huffed back but picked her up and brought her back to Peeta’s bedroom, setting her on the bed and holding her down when she tried to get back up. “Stay here, okay?”

“What do you need?” Peeta added. Katniss whimpered and continued to try and squirm “nest.”

Peeta nodded and rushed to go find the spare blankets as Gale continued to try and keep Katniss from getting up. “Here, you can have my jacket for your nest, but you have to stay still, okay?”

She whined and tried to grab at his shirt, making him roll his eyes. “You can have my shirt too, now don’t move.”

Slowly, he let her go, watching to make sure Katniss didn’t try and get up again before pulling off his shirt and jacket and handing them to her. “Good girl.”

“I thought Prim said no strenuous activity?” Peeta teased as he sat down next to her. Gale turned red. “It wasn’t—we weren’t—“

“Whatever you say, just try not to mess up her ankle any more than you already have.”

Gale groaned and watched Katniss snatch the assorted pillows and blankets out of Peeta’s hands and arrange them in a nest.

He leaned over to kiss her gently before moving off the bed so she could arrange the nest where he was sitting.

“Alpha…” Katniss whined as soon as she was done and looked back up at him with big, sad eyes.

Gale immediately sat back down next to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

Peeta nodded and got up so Katniss could continue making her nest, lying back down when she was done.

Finally, Katniss relaxed and curled up, grabbing Peeta’s robe to drag him closer.

She reached to grab Gale’s shirt, but it was already off, settling for grabbing his hair instead.

“Ow! Katniss!” He pried her hand off. She whimpered and pulled back, tears springing to her eyes. “…sorry.”

“No, don’t cry.” He lay down and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay, everything’s okay.”

Peeta kissed her cheek as she sniffled, “We’re not mad.”

“Are you sure?” Katniss whined and buried her face in Peeta’s chest. Gale scooted over to spoon her and wrap an arm around Peeta. “We’re sure.”

“Mmm,” she hummed before nodding, “mmkay.”

~

Katniss groaned as she woke up; somehow she felt worse than before.

Her ankle throbbed as the adrenaline wore off, the giddy preheat feelings had crashed, and now her head felt like it was filled with cotton, and the room spun around her.

Whining quietly, she rolled over only to find her face barely an inch away from Gale’s, who was staring at her awkwardly. Katniss blinked “hello.”

“Hey.”

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Not for very long.”

“…” She sighed before laughing weakly and resting her head against his chest. “Why are you like this?”

Peeta groaned behind her and sat up. “Was Gale watching you sleep again?”

“Again?” Katniss exclaimed.

“Peeta!” Gale pushed him gently. “You said you wouldn’t tell her!

“Peeta!” Katniss scolded him, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because he hides your hunting stuff when he doesn’t want you to leave!” Gale stuck out his tongue.

“I could have picked anyone else in 12 to be mated to, and somehow I picked you guys,” she whined. They both hugged her tightly and each kissed one of her cheeks.

“As weirdly sweet as this is, can one of you move so I can get up? I’d like to wear something that’s not covered in blood and dirt.”

“You shouldn’t be walking,” Peeta shook his head. “And Prim didn’t give us any crutches.”

“Great, then can you help me to the bathroom?”

“To do what?” Gale asked as he scooped her up.

“What do you think?” Katniss glared up at him.

“I think you should be nicer to the person who’s carrying you,” he scoffed.

“I think the person who’s carrying me needs to make up for getting my ankle broken.”

Somehow, they made it to the bathroom, got Katniss dressed, and down to the kitchen for dinner without Gale getting bitten.

Katniss laid her head on the table, her anger subsiding into a mixture of exhaustion and sadness.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Peeta said as he set a plate of pancakes in front of her and one in front of Gale, “Be grateful I’m feeding you.”

“Thank you, Mellark,” Gale grumbled as he shoved a pancake into his mouth. “Where’s yours?”

“We didn’t have enough batter.” Peeta smiled awkwardly and held up his hands. “It’s alright; I had a heavy dinner.”

“Here.” Gale cut the remaining stack in half and pushed one half towards him.

Just then, Katniss burst out crying, startling them both and making Gale nearly choke on his pancakes. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“You’re being so nice to each other,” she whimpered. “I don’t deserve this.”

“…what?” Gale frowned and looked to Peeta for help. Peeta scooted his chair over and tilted her face, kissing her. “Where’s this coming from, love?”

“You both sacrifice so much for me,” she cried as Gale wrapped an arm around her waist.

“That’s just what you do for people you love,” Peeta shrugged.

“And we love you.” Gale interrupted, “Okay?”

“But won’t you get tired of taking care of me?” She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

Gale gave her an unimpressed look. “Katniss, I broke your ankle yesterday, it’s literally the least I could do.”

“So you admit it!” Peeta yelled through a mouthful of Gale’s pancakes, “It was your fault!”

Katniss smiled softly before laying her head back on the table, whining, “I’m tired. Why am I so tired?”

“Here, have some food.” Peeta pressed a piece of pancake to her lips, and Katniss ate it slowly, making it through most of the pancakes before she pushed the plate away and just watched them eat.

~

“Is she asleep?” Gale asked as he finished eating, picking up Katniss’s limp body, “Yep, she’s out.”

“Hey, thanks for sharing your pancakes with me,” Peeta said as they made their way back to the nest.

“Always,” he leaned over to kiss him as they lay down, “always.”

Peeta blushed furiously, and Katniss cheered weakly, “yaaaay”

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Missing Fiancé

Angstpril Day 24: It would have been fine

Words: 1.2k

Ships: Bowser/reader

Warnings: Sfw agere

An empty bed woke you for the third time that week; it was getting increasingly common for you to wake up in the middle of the night to a missing fiancé.

And it was only getting worse the closer your wedding got.

Finally you slipped out of bed, wandering around the castle until you heard voices coming from Boo’s study.

“Bowser?” You called as you pushed the door open, “…and Boo? What’s going on?”

“Y/N, why are you awake?” Boo hissed as Bowser lay curled up next to him. You narrowed your eyes. “What are you doing with my fiancé?”

“Might I remind you he’s my brother?”

“Is this where he’s been sneaking off to?” You frowned and sat down next to the couch, running your fingers through Bowser’s hair.

“Yeah, he’s, uhm, he’s been stressed.” Boo looked away, clearing his throat.

“So he’s not cheating on me?”

That made Boo laugh hard enough to wake his brother “Bowser? Cheating on you?”

“I’m going to take that as a no.” You rolled your eyes and kissed Bowser’s cheek. “Hey, why have you been doing this?”

“I—“ Tears welled up in his eyes as Bowser started to cry, turning to bury his face in Boo’s side.

Boo sighed and wrapped an arm around him. “He’s an age regressor.”

“And that means?”

“His mind makes him feel younger because of…” He bit his tongue to keep from making a snide remark. “Stress, Toadsworth said, it would be a good alternative coping mechanism. To, you know,"

“That’s why he’s been disappearing?” You moved to sit up on the couch, running a hand through your hair. Boo nodded as Bowser continued to try and hide.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You sighed and took his hand. “Honestly, this is a relief.”

“It is?” He asked in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. “You’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not mad.” You pulled him into a hug and watched as he buried his face in your shoulder. “I just wish you’d have told me earlier.”

“…’m sorry.”

“It’s alright”

“So are you going to be taking care of him now?” Boo gave you an unimpressed look.

“We can do it together?” 

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes again and stood up, stretching. “Come on, he should be asleep.”

“O-okay,” you squirmed out from underneath Bowser, making him whine, before helping him up. Boo took one of his hands, and you took the other, kissing his cheek.

The dark hallway seemed to unnerve Bowser as he stuck closer to his brother until you reached your bedroom. He curled up next to you as Boo tucked him in.

“Goodnight, Boo,” you smiled up at him, “and thanks.”

“Goodnight, Y/N, night, Bowser.”

~

Everything flooded back to him the moment Bowser woke up, shame coloring his face red as he sat up and grabbed onto the blanket.

You groaned and opened your eyes. “Bowser?”

“Y/N?”

“Hey,” you sat up next to him, taking his hand in yours. “It’s alright.”

“It is?” He glanced over at you. “You aren’t going to call off the wedding? I wouldn’t blame you.”

“What? No!”

“But this is weird; you didn’t sign up for this.”

“I signed up for you.” Gently, you pulled him into a hug. “All of you.”

“Are you sure?” His voice cracked as Bowser hid his face against your neck, his horns bumping into your face as you felt tears spill onto your clothes.

You nodded carefully in an attempt to avoid getting your eye poked out. “I’m sure.”

“I should probably go; I have to go investigate the catacombs.”

“Yes, right,” you blushed and let go of him. “Be safe.”

“I will.” He leaned over to kiss you as he got dressed in his military uniform.

“Oh, and Bowser?” You called as he left, “I love you.”

~

“Boo? Is Bowser in here?” You walked back into his study, where Boo was staring at some papers. He looked over to you and shook his head. “He’s not back yet.”

“That’s not good.” Cold ran through your body as you sat down on the couch, resting your head in your hands. “Do you think he’s okay?”

“Hope so.” Boo shrugged as he refilled his wine glass.

Just as he raised it to take a sip, someone banged on the door, making him jump and spill wine everywhere. “Who—“

Toadsworth pushed the door open, holding up an injured Bowser. “He wouldn’t let the doctors touch him.”

“Oh, geez, Bowser?” You rushed to his side and helped him onto the couch, ignoring the blood stains on your clothes. “What happened?”

“I don’t know; he won’t talk to me.”

“Thank you, Toadsworth, I’ll handle it.” Boo nodded and shut the door again before kneeling at his brother’s side. “Y/N, go get me the bandages on my desk.”

You rummaged through his drawers until you found a roll of white fabric, and was that Bowser’s clothes?

Shaking your head, you grabbed both of them and ran back to Boo. “Here, I also got the clothes in your drawer.”

“I didn’t ask for those.” He sighed and began to bandage Bowser’s wounds as you watched. “Help him stand; I need to get the ones on his back.”

“Right, come on, honey.” You pulled Bowser up, ignoring his groans, and let Boo bandage the other cuts.

Bowser whined quietly before leaning his head onto your shoulder. "Kiss?"

"Okay, love." You kissed his bandaged cheek gently. “What about the cuts under his clothes?”

“What do you think?” Boo stood up. “Arms up.”

Bowser put his arms up, with you following suit, earning yourself another disapproving look as you grinned.

Boo huffed before pulling off Bowser’s jacket and shirt. “Anyways…”

He made quick work of bandaging Bowser’s chest before motioning for you to look away. “I need to take off his pants.”

“Okay?” You rolled your eyes back at him before wrapping an arm around Bowser’s waist. “I’ve seen him naked before.”

“Of course you have.” Boo quickly finished undressing, bandaging, and redressing Bowser. “Take him back to his room; let him sleep. Give him a bath and replace the bandages later.”

“Thank you.” You leaned over to hug Boo quickly, making him squirm away and push you out the door.

Bowser just lay awake as you lay down next to him and tucked him in, pulling him into your arms. “Are you doing okay?”

“Mmph.” He mumbled something unintelligible and turned to press his face into your chest. “Story.”

“Story? You— you want me to tell you a story?” He looked up at you with large, sad eyes and nodded. “Ok, I can do that.”

You recited a story from your childhood, an old fairy tale, and watched Bowser fall asleep.

~

Bowser woke up hours later and whined quietly, reaching up to poke you. “Y/N?”

“Hey, baby,” you leaned down to kiss him. “Are you feeling better?”

“Sticky”

“You want to take a bath?”

"Bath." He nodded, and you helped him up and into the bathroom, drawing a bath. “Do you need help with your clothes?”

No response, Bowser just blushed and looked away.

Your expression softened into a worried smile as you helped him out of his clothes. “That’s okay; I’m happy to help.”

You tossed his clothes into a pile and helped him into the bathtub, gently running your hand over his shoulder in an attempt to clean his scales before switching to using a washcloth.

You replaced the water several times until he was clean. “Is that good?”

Bowser shrugged and grabbed a cup from the edge of the tub, beginning to play with it.

Laughing, you leaned over to kiss his forehead. “You’re adorable like this, you know that?”

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Safe

Angstpril Day 23: terrible things

Words: 2.4k

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Cato/Katniss, Gale/Katniss, Peeta/Katniss, Finnick/Katniss

Warnings: Drugging, sfw agere, violence, implied noncon, avox Katniss, hallucinations, gore, blood, possessive behavior, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Party lights swirled around Katniss’s dazed form as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of where she was and whose hands were grabbing her.

Someone tugged her arm over and put their cigarette out on her palm.

She tried to protest, to say something, but all that came out was unintelligible whimpering.

Shrill laughter filled her ears as someone pulled her onto their lap, pouring champagne down her throat despite her inability to swallow.

Then she was pushed down, her head between her knees as she tried to choke the alcohol out of her mouth and onto the couch.

“Such a good girl.” Someone’s hand was in her hair, people were tugging at her clothes until they tore before blowing smoke in her eyes and pushing her upright, watching her stumble around.

Once that had lost its fun, she was kicked back down onto all fours as camera flashes clicked around her.

“What are you doing?” Someone growled, someone familiar.

Katniss whined and tried to reach up for them, only to fall flat on her face.

Strong arms picked her up, holding her against someone’s chest.

“Katniss? Are you okay, baby?” Someone asked, Cato asked.

She could’ve sobbed from relief right then and there, but all she managed was a pathetic whine that caused more shrieks of laughter to erupt around her.

“Come on, baby.” Cato carried her away, into a small room, the spare bedroom.

By the time she was put down, everything swirled in her vision, and she felt nauseous.

“Aw, sweetheart, what did they do to your clothes? Tsk, tsk, and you looked so pretty tonight too.” He pulled another dress from the closet; this one was soft enough to keep Katniss from trying to scratch her skin off.

“Arms up.”

She didn’t move, barely able to recognize where up was.

A hand gently pulled her arms above her head, gasping quietly before pressing a kiss to her injured palm. 

“Who did this?” He growled low before giving her another kiss.

Katniss just shook her head slightly and blinked to try and stop the world from spinning.

“That’s okay, I’ll keep you safe.” Carefully he maneuvered her out of her torn dress and into the new one. “There, much better.”

Several kisses were peppered across her face before he picked her up again, carrying her back out to the party.

A hand tried to grab her before Cato slapped it away. Katniss whimpered and buried her face in his neck as he sat down at the bar, holding her in his lap.

“It’s okay, I’m right here, and I’m not letting you out of my sight.” She felt him reach around her to grab a drink. “Do you think you can swallow something?”

Rapid head shaking and Katniss nearly falling out of his lap answered him. “Okay! Okay, sweetheart, don’t make yourself sick.”

“It’s just juice, okay? Apple juice” He held the crystal glass up to her nose. “See? Do you think you can swallow it?”

Warily, she let him tip some into her mouth, finding herself able to swallow the tiniest bit.

Much to her relief, it really was just apple juice. Nothing like the awful concoction some of the guests who arrived far too early made her drink.

“Good job, you’ll feel much better soon.” Cato kissed her forehead as she started to sob, twisting herself around to hide against his chest.

Someone said something she can’t understand, and Cato hissed a reply at them, their words turning garbled in her ears.

“Shh, don’t cry, sweetheart.” He tilted her face up and pressed kisses over the tear tracks she didn’t know she had. “You’re doing so good; the party’s almost over.”

Cold hands poked her cheeks as she opened her eyes; someone was carrying her, and someone else was poking at her.

Katniss squinted through the haze that was her vision to try and make out who was touching her, trying to sluggishly bat their hand away.

“I’ve got you, I’m here.” A familiar voice, Cato’s voice, said, making her relax into his arms as he pushed the hand away. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

~

Soft waves woke her up. Water—was she back at the lake? There’s a hand around her side, and someone’s holding her up.

Did she fall asleep on the dock again? Someone called her name, and a kiss was placed on her cheek. 

“Mmm?” Katniss opened her eyes, the haze finally dissipating so she could see properly.

“Katniss? Sweetheart?” Cato stared down at her, his blue eyes filled with worry. “Do you feel okay?”

“Mm…” She leaned over onto his chest, trying to convey how very not okay she was.

Luckily, Cato got the message and carefully lifted her out of the tub and placed a warm towel around her. “Party’s over, baby girl; they can’t hurt you anymore.” 

She held up her leaden arms, and Cato slipped her nightgown over them before carrying her to his bed.

Soft blankets enveloped her as he pulled her against his bare chest, shushing her softly.

“Goodnight, Katniss.” He kissed her gently. “I love you.”

Katniss nodded and attempted to say it back, but all that came out was garbled nonsense.

The feeling of being watched that used to unnerve her only made her feel safe; it was Cato’s gaze.

He loved her, he watched to make sure she was safe, to make sure she didn’t have any more nightmares.

~

“Stay close, okay?” Cato said as he led Katniss down the Capitol streets, holding her hand tightly.

Someone dashed in front of them, making him jerk back and grab Katniss to his side.

“Mm?” She looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t—don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” Reluctantly he loosened his grip. “I just didn’t get enough sleep.”

Katniss nodded and stuck to his side as they walked into a clothing shop, looking around at the extravagant displays and feeling a bit underdressed herself.

“Pick something warm, okay? It’ll be winter soon.” He piled several fur garments into her arms. “Can you get dressed by yourself?”

Katniss just shrugged and staggered under the weight of the clothes, trying to keep herself from regressing.

Innocence was a commodity as much as everything else was, they both knew that.

Tears welled up in her eyes as Cato nodded and brought her back to a changing room. “That’s okay, I’ll help you, they can’t hurt you while I’m here.”

She giggled softly as he helped her out of her dress and into a fur one, tickling her sides as he did so.

“Do you like it? Is it warm enough?” 

Katniss grinned and nodded, smoothing her hands over the fur.

It reminded her of the occasional fox she managed to hunt back in 12.

Cato picked her up, carrying her out of the small room to spin her around in his arms.

“Wow, Cato, was there a wedding that I wasn’t invited to?” Someone laughed and ruffled Katniss’s hair gently. “Hey, Katniss.”

“Finnick? Hey, where have you been?” Cato didn’t jerk away like he would’ve with everyone else. “No, no wedding yet.”

Katniss turned red, making Finnick double over in laughter. “Yet?”

“Not yet.” Cato nodded, seemingly unperturbed by Finnick’s teasing. Gently, Finnick picked Katniss up and kissed her cheek lightly. “Hey, you doing okay?”

Katniss nodded and reached over to mess up his hair, which made Cato laugh. Finnick’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Katniss, I have someone to introduce you to!”

“Who?” Cato’s eyes narrowed as he took Katniss back, holding her tight.

“It’s a surprise.” Finnick sing-songed before walking off and returning a minute later, a blond boy in tow. “Katniss, meet Peeta.”

Cato took one of her hands but didn’t pull her back as she stepped forward and waved. Peeta grinned and waved back, “Hi.”

“You can let them play; he’s harmless.” Finnick took Cato’s other hand. “He won’t hurt her.”

“Where’s he from?” Cato hissed.

“He won’t hurt her.”

“Where is he from?”

“Twelve,” Finnick sighed, “but he won’t hurt her, I promise.”

“Finnick, you know I don’t want anyone from there around her.” Cato moved to grab Katniss back to his side but paused, seeing the happy look on her face.

He sighed, “I’m giving him one chance, Odair, that’s it.”

“Thank you,” Finnick and Peeta echoed.

~

That night, Cato woke up in a cold sweat, desperately trying to get the image of Clove’s dead body out of his vision.

He turned, only to see her lying next to him, her blood staining the white sheets red. 

“Clove?” He whispered, reaching out to touch her shoulder, only to watch her still-beating heart fall out of her chest and splatter on the floor. “Clove!”

Sobbing shook him out of the hallucination as he blinked through the darkness to see Katniss crying next to him. “Oh, Katniss, it’s only you.”

She nodded before more hiccuping sobs echoed through the room.

Cato sighed and pulled her into a tight hug, trying to remember how to breathe. “I’m sorry for scaring you, honey, it was just a bad dream.”

“Oh?” Katniss traced some sort of pattern onto his chest, flowers probably.

“Bad memories, but it’s okay now.” He kissed her gently, “And I won’t let anyone hurt you like…”

“Mm?”

“Never mind, don’t worry about it.” Slowly he let go, running a hand through his hair. “Are you okay? Did you have fun with Peeta today?”

“Mhm,” Katniss smiled shyly, blush dusting her face. 

“Good.” Cato kissed her again. “He’s not too bad, I guess.”

Katniss lit up and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and nodding. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, love, I’ll invite him back sometime.”

~

The next thing that woke him was an empty spot on the bed and hushed whispering next to it.

Cato scrambled out of bed, squinting to make out four figures, only three of which he recognized.

“Put her down.” Cato hissed and lunged at the man holding her, wrestling her out of his grip.

Katniss cried out and grabbed onto Cato’s arm, starting to sob again. “What did you do?”

“Cato, calm down! He won’t hurt her.” Finnick half-whispered, half-yelled.

“Finnick? Why are you here? Why are you with them?” Cato clutched the sobbing girl in his arms tighter. “You can’t have her, she’s mine.”

“Cato, you can’t stay here.” Finnick stepped forward slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. “There’s going to be a riot; you can’t protect her unless you leave.”

“How would you—?” His eyes widened, and he stepped back. “You’re with them, aren’t you?”

“They won’t hurt Katniss, I promise.” Finnick followed slowly, “This is nothing like what happened with Clove.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“I swear, Cato, I want to keep her safe too.” Gently, Finnick ran a hand through Katniss’s hair. “You can protect her, just— please, come with us.”

Someone else nodded and walked over, Peeta.

He picked up a cat plush from the ground and handed it to her, it was one of the first things Cato had gotten for her.

Katniss half-smiled and took it, burying her face in Cato’s neck.

“…okay, I’ll come with.” Cato nodded. “But under no circumstances does anyone touch her, got it?”

“Yeah,” Finnick smiled, “I can go grab her stuff?”

“Fine, just let me get her into clean clothes.”

“Why?” The man who was holding her asked.

“Accident.” Cato kissed her forehead as Katniss turned red and tried to hide against him.

She tried to reach down and hide the wet bottom of her nightgown but only ended up almost tumbling out of his arms.

“Put her in that fur dress, it’ll be cold,” Finnick added as he shushed her softly.

Cato sighed and grabbed the dress out of the closet, carrying Katniss into the bathroom. “Arms up, baby.”

Katniss raised her arms sluggishly and let him pull off her nightgown and slip the fur dress over her.

Then he pulled out the box of pull-ups, grabbing a green one. “Can you stand?”

Carefully, Katniss held onto the counter and forced herself up, only to stumble into Cato’s arms, whimpering quietly.

“Shh, that’s okay, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Cato helped her into it, holding up most of her weight. “There, all better.”

She tried to blink through the haze in her vision, whether it was sleep or something else, she didn’t know.

Then it was tears that made her already blurry vision worse. Strong arms picked her up again as Cato brought her back out. “Alright, Finnick, go get her stuff.”

“On it.”

Katniss hiccuped and grabbed onto Cato’s upper arm as he pulled on a jacket as she tried to say something, unable to make out more than whimpering and unintelligible noises.

He leaned down to kiss her cheeks, shushing her gently. “Oh, baby, what did they do to you?”

~

The hovercraft was silent, tense. Gale, as Cato now knew, kept trying to touch Katniss, and Cato kept slapping his hand away.

Peeta sat on Cato’s other side, awkwardly trying to make conversation despite Katniss’s inability to speak. Finnick was thankfully silent.

“Try to touch her again and you lose the hand,” Cato hissed for the umpteenth time.

Gale rolled his eyes. “Calm down, Capitol, I’m just trying to braid her hair.”

“What are you? Five?”

“Katniss is like three,” Peeta pointed out, ignoring Cato’s glare. “I’m just saying,”

“And I’m not letting some stranger braid her hair.”

“She knew Gale before…” Finnick sighed. “He loved her, he won’t hurt her.”

“I love her.” Cato turned to glare at Finnick from across the room. “I’m not risking it.”

Hours later, the hovercraft still hadn’t landed as morning broke. Peeta was sleeping on Cato’s shoulder, having long given up trying to converse.

Katniss drifted in and out of consciousness, mumbling incoherent syllables as she did so.

Finnick was stretched out over the entire other couch, and Gale was still trying to braid Katniss’s hair.

“Come on, Cato, I won’t hurt her.” Gale groaned as his hand was slapped away. “Give me a chance!”

“Fiiine, Hawthorne.” Cato sighed, “One braid, then you’ll shut up.”

One braid turned into two as Gale not so surreptitiously stalled. Cato blinked and mumbled to himself, trying to stay awake.

Finally, Finnick woke up and walked over. “Want me to take her for a bit?”

“No.”

“Cato, you’re exhausted, and don’t think I don’t see you fighting off hallucinations.” Finnick gently took Katniss, lying down with her, “Go to sleep.”

~

Katniss woke up surrounded by people, but this time there was no fog in her head or haze over her eyes, only warmth.

Cato lay underneath her, Gale and Peeta lay on each side, and Finnick had decided to lie on her stomach. 

“Mmm?”

“You’re safe here, baby.” Cato mumbled, kissing her gently, “And your… friends aren’t awful either.”

[crabcanwrite]

Here Together

Angstpril Day 22: sacrifice

Words: 1.8k

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Katniss/Gale/Peeta/Reader

Warnings: survivor guilt, ruts, Prim is dead (canon)

“So this is District 12?” You held onto Gale’s arm as he showed you around the newly opened shops and town square.

The new paths were smooth under your feet, missing the usual wear and tear. Gale nodded and smiled down at you. “It is.”

“It’s nice.” You leaned up to kiss him. “Smells like you.”

“I think you mean I smell like it.” He laughed against your lips and pulled you down the road, towards what remained of a fence. “Come on, you haven’t even seen the best part.”

“I think I have,” you smirked up at him before grabbing him into another kiss.

Red blush dusted his face as he whined and pushed you away. “Y/N…”

“Gale?!” Someone exclaimed, making him jump away from you and look around.

Finally, his gaze landed on a plain woman, her hair tied into a thick braid, with a man standing next to her holding her hand.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed, storming over and pushing him back. “And who’s he?”

Gale wrapped his arm tightly around you, pressing you into his side and growling low, “He’s my boyfriend, and I’m showing him around.”

“Why are you back?” She growled right back at him, unafraid despite being nearly half a foot shorter than him. “Shouldn’t you be in the army?”

“I’m on vacation.” He pushed her back, making her lunge at him. _

You stepped away and waved awkwardly to the man. “I’m Y/N. It’s, uh, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Peeta.” He reached out and shook your hand. “So... you’re dating Gale?”

“Yeah, do you two know each other?” You looked over to the two fighting alphas. “They know each other, right?”

“Yeah, Katniss used to be really close with him.”

“Used to? What happened?”

“He killed my sister!” The woman— Katniss yelled.

“…okay,” you looked back to Peeta. “I’m confused. Who was her sister?”

“He blew her up!” Katniss growled.

“I didn’t know it would happen!” Gale snarled back. “It was a war; these things happen!”

He moved to grab her arm as you grabbed him and tried to pull him back before biting the mating mark on his neck, making him go limp.

A whine escaped him as he glared at you, but there was no real fire in his gaze. “Y/N…”

“Come on, back to the hotel.” You gave them both an apologetic look as you pulled Gale away.

~

“So…” you lay down next to him in the hotel bed, wrapping your arms around his chest, “you want to tell me what that was about?”

“Not really,” Gale sighed and stared at the ceiling before going silent.

“Did you kill her sister?”

“I—“ his voice broke as he jerked upright, “—I didn’t mean to; it was during the war!”

“Okay, okay, calm down.” You sat up next to him, taking one of his surprisingly cold hands in yours. “Tell me what happened?”

“It was around the end of the war. Beetee and I were working on weapons: a hovercraft that dropped bombs in two waves.” Tears began to stream down his face as his scent changed to the acrid smell of alcohol and smoke.

“Is that what killed her?”

“She was too kind for her own good,” he laughed bitterly. “She tried to help some of the kids hit by the first wave, but…”

“The second wave,” you nodded, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”

He grabbed you back, turning to stare at the wall. “Katniss stopped talking to me not long after that.”

“But it wasn’t your fault.” You placed your head on his shoulder and scented him. Gale frowned. “Wasn’t it?”

“You couldn’t have known.”

“I should’ve,” he grabbed your arm hard enough to leave marks from his nails, “I shouldn’t have made it! She shouldn’t have been a sacrifice!”

“Gale, you didn’t know.” You rested your hand on his “It’s not your fault.”

He sobbed, burying his face in your neck, “You don’t know that.”

“Honey, unless you’ve lied to me— which seems unlikely,” You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You really couldn’t have known.”

“It’s not fair,” he gasped. “She should be here… I shouldn’t be on a vacation; I’m a murderer.”

“Shh, we all did bad things during the war; we all lost people,” you coaxed him to lie down next to you. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Some mixture of a whine and a sob escaped him before he buried his face in your side, shutting his eyes tight.

Shushing him gently, you wrapped him in blankets and gave him a kiss. “Get some sleep, baby.”

~

A sharp gasp woke you, not unusual. Then a whimper, very unusual.

You sat up, finding Gale curled up and clutching his stomach, whimpering. 

“What’s wrong?” You reached over to touch his stomach as his scent hit you: basil, pepper, and smoky wood. Rut. “You’re in rut.”

“I can’t be; it’s not for a week!”

“You are,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him and rub his stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.” His voice cracked as he leaned onto you. “Why does it hurt?”

“I don’t know.” More whimpering filled the room as you got up. “Where—where are you going?”

“I’m making you a nest.” You kissed him quickly before grabbing the spare pillows and blankets and arranging them around him.

You crawled back into the nest and wrapped your arms around him. “Feel better?”

“I’m not in heat…”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes…” Gale whined and rolled over to hide against you, though he wasn't doing a very good job.

You shushed him gently, leaning down so he could halfheartedly scent you. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere”

“Maybe try getting some sleep?”

“Okay,” more whining filled the nest as he pressed you into his chest. ”Mine, mine.”

“Yours, your beta.” You nodded, breathing in his scent, “All yours.”

“Don’t go.” Strong arms grabbed you close, hard enough that you would have marks in the morning. He leaned down and bit your neck hard, drawing blood. “Stay.”

“I’m here; I’ll always be here.”

~

“Feel any better?” You asked when Gale woke up, but judging by his whimpering, he was only feeling worse.

He just shook his head and pressed his face against your neck, mumbling what sounded like an apology as he kissed the bite wound.

“Can I go buy you some medicine?” Asking his permission was almost solely to placate him, almost.

You knew just as well as he did that if he really didn’t want you to go, you couldn’t stop him from keeping you at his side.

“Mmmine,” he whined but loosened his grip. “Back soon?”

“As soon as possible,” you kissed him quickly, letting him bite your lip before ignoring his whines as you pulled on his jacket and left.

The general store was quiet, completely empty aside from a couple of bored-looking workers.

The medicine aisle was filled with names you didn’t recognize, leaving you to grab an assortment of what you hoped were painkillers.

As you exited the aisle, you crashed into someone, an omega; the smell of bread, milk, and nutmeg clung to you as he helped you back up.

“Y/N?”

“Peeta?” You smiled at him, “Hey.”

“Is everything okay? That’s a lot of medicine,” he pointed to your basket. “Are you sick? None of those will treat your lip, you know.”

“No, uhm, Gale, his rut started, and he’s not doing well.” The smile dropped from your face. “He’s in a lot of pain…”

“Katniss gets like that too; she bit my arm pretty bad.” Peeta pointed to several matching medicine boxes in his cart and a large bite mark on his upper arm. “Nothing really helps.”

“Do you know why? About the pain"

“The doctor said something about missing a pack member, but honestly? I have no idea how to fix that.”

“Maybe they miss each other?” You tilted your head to the side, wincing as you jostled your bite. “You said they used to be close; maybe they were a pack?”

“Maybe, I’ll ask her.” He pulled you into a quick hug before taking most of the stuff out of your basket. “You really only need these.”

“Thanks.”

~

When you got back, Gale was in the same spot, holding one of your shirts up to his face.

A frown crossed your face as you lay down next to him, making him jump before rolling on top of you.

“Was I gone long?”

“Too long,” he nodded. “Did you get the painkillers?”

“I did, here.” You passed him a pill from each packet, which he swallowed dry. “Are you doing okay?”

“No,” he whined and buried his face into your neck.

His entire body shook as you ran your hands through his tangled hair; sweat covered him, making his clothes stick to his skin.

“Hey, Gale?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you miss Katniss?” You whispered, hearing him whine in response before nodding.

“I’m sorry, I saw Peeta today. I asked him to ask her if she misses you.” You leaned up to kiss him, letting him lean down to bite at your mating mark before a knock echoed through the room.

You tried to get up, but Gale only held you down harder, growling loudly.

“Uh, Gale? I need to answer the door.” You patted his head before continuing to squirm until he whimpered and let you go. You rushed to open the door. “Peeta? What are you doing here?”

“It’s Katniss; something’s wrong.” Peeta panted, “We were talking about Gale, and then she just passed out.”

“What?” You turned back to look at Gale, who was calling for you. “Do you think they need to see each other?”

“Can’t hurt,” he shrugged.

“Peeta?” Gale called before stumbling over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, “Mmm?”

“Is he okay?” Peeta frowned and reached to take Gale’s free hand. “He looks like Katniss.”

“I don’t know, let’s just get him to… your house?”

“My house,” he nodded and helped Gale stumble to his house in the victors village and into the spare bedroom, where Katniss lay unconscious in a nest.

“Katniss?” Gale whispered her name before stumbling over and falling next to her, pulling her into a half-hug.

“Gale?” She blinked for a second before burying her face in his chest, whining softly, “… You’re here?”

“ ’m here,” he mumbled before closing his eyes, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he started to tremble again.

Katniss followed suit, whimpering as she unconsciously tried to grab a blanket.

“Here,” you laid the blanket over them before returning to Peeta’s side. “This is good, right?”

“I’m gonna say yes.” Slowly he crawled into the nest with them. “This is nice.”

“Alright, scoot over.” You squished yourself into the nest next to him. “You’re right, this is nice.”

“Y/N?” Gale mumbled, grabbing your hand. “Y’here?”

“I’m here, baby; we’re all here.” You squeezed his hand gently as he echoed your words.

[crabcanwrite]

Ours

Angstpril Day 21: Hopeless

Words: 1.3k

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Katniss/Peeta/Reader

Warnings: possessive behavior, omegaverse heat (no smut), bitching, unspecified eating disorder

You took Katniss’s hand as you walked back to her room; an unfamiliar scent filled the air, different than any of yours.

Pushing the door open, the room was a mess, as if someone had been desperately searching for something.

Pillows and blankets covered the floor in what could’ve been a poor excuse for a nest.

“Peeta? You in here?” You stepped inside, surveying the damage.

A loud growl answered you as you spotted him curled in a corner sorting through— was that Katniss’s laundry?

“…Peeta?” She stumbled back, her face turning red. “What are you doing?”

He just whined and grabbed something out of the pile with shaking hands, adding it to a poorly made nest.

You stepped closer and crouched down, reaching out to touch the laundry before he smacked your hand away.

Sweat dripped down his flushed face. 

“He— he’s in heat.”

“No,” Katniss’s face paled, “no, he’s not— he’s an alpha.”

“Not anymore.” You shook your head and moved away when he continued to growl at you. 

“Is that my underwear?” She looked a mixture of embarrassed and flattered as she backed out of the room.

You paused to inspect his nest, which was, in fact, a large part stolen underwear.

“Come on, Katniss.” You took her arm and dragged her out of the room. “Why don’t we go get him some nesting stuff that’s not, you know, underwear?”

“Y-yeah, right, let’s do that.” She followed you down the hall to your room, helping you gather blankets and pillows before returning.

Peeta growled the minute the door opened, now sitting in his nest.

“Hey, baby, we brought you something.” You kneeled down in front of his nest as he growled and glared at you.

You held several blankets out as a peace offering. “It’s for your nest.”

“Hmph.” He snatched them and arranged them, nodding once and letting Katniss hand him the pillows.

“Can I come into your nest?” You tried to make your voice as soft as possible, but he growled louder and shook his head. “Okay, can Katniss come in then?”

The only response you got was a clipped whine, and he scooted over, allowing Katniss to scoot in next to him and you to follow despite his whines.

Peeta grabbed her, moving to pull her against him before pausing, whining, and curling up in her lap.

“Oh!” Katniss jumped before wrapping her arms around him. “Peeta?”

No reply; instead, he had taken to staring at the floor. 

You frowned and reached over to run your fingers through his hair. “He must be taking the…transition very hard.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone take it this badly.”

“You’ve seen others?” Peeta hissed before grabbing your arm. You let him pull you to his side as he growled and nuzzled against you both.

“Did you like them more than me?”

“Sweetheart..” A frown crossed your face as you pulled him into your lap despite Katniss’s protests. “Why would I?”

He sniffled, and Katniss moved him onto the floor of the nest, lying down next to him.

More whining filled the room; you could smell how upset he was as you lay down on his other side.

It was a sharp, metallic smell, cut only by the scent of burnt bread.

“ ‘m broken,” he whispered. “No one picks me.”

“Shh, no,” you nuzzled your face against his neck. Katniss nodded and scented him gently, “You’re not broken, not at all.”

“But I’m an omega.” A whimper escaped his throat, then a cry, then he was sobbing and clinging onto your shirt and Katniss’s hair. “Bad omega.”

“No, never, pancake.” Katniss kissed him gently and pressed her head into his chest, letting him fiddle with her braid until it came apart. 

“You’re good, baby, very good,” you added, covering him in your scent before pulling a blanket over you, a calming but unnecessary addition to his overheated body.

“But—“ he cut himself off with more sobbing, enough to make himself shake before Katniss wrapped her arms around him and you followed suit.

He finally stilled and shut his eyes, whimpering softly as he fell asleep.

You looked back to her. “The first heat’s usually rough, but this is beyond unusual.”

“Really?”

“Definitely, feel how hot he is—“ you placed her hand on his forehead “—that’s not normal… Maybe it’s the hijacking and the bitching?”

“What do we do?” 

“Stay here with him; I’ll go get a cold towel.” You got up and wet a rag with cold water before placing it on his forehead and cuddling back up to his side. “Hopefully that’ll cool him off a bit.”

“What else do we do?” Katniss frowned. “I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“Keep him fed, hydrated, stay with him…” You frowned back at her. “It’s all we can do.”

~

“Hey, Peeta, wake up.” You murmured as Katniss kneeled next to him, holding a tray of breakfast foods. “Breakfast time.”

“Mm?” He opened an eye, grinning at the sight of food before pausing and shaking his head. “ ‘m not hungry.”

“Are you sure? The doctors said you needed to eat more.” Katniss placed the tray of food on his lap, forking up some meat and holding it to his mouth. “Please?”

“No!” He pushed it away, setting the tray on the ground before curling into a ball, sobbing into his knees.

“Why not, baby?” You pulled him into your lap and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“You won’t want me,” he whined, making Katniss grab him and wrap her arms around his side.

“ ‘m already bad…” Another whimper escaped him. “Don’t need to be ugly too.”

“Oh, Peeta, you’re not ugly.” She kissed him, growling low, “Or bad, you’re ours.”

“Our omega,” you nodded, grabbing a piece of meat with your hand and holding it up to his mouth, “our very pretty omega who needs to eat.”

“A-are you sure?” Reluctantly he took the food from you and ate. “They said—“

“You don’t have to listen to anything they said.” Katniss growled, “We’re your alphas now, not them.”

He sniffled but nodded, letting you and Katniss alternate feeding him until he had eaten his breakfast.

Finally, his scent changed back to the new, unfamiliar scent, heat. Cinnamon, honey, and the soft smell of cashmere.

You grinned and buried your face against his scent gland. “Mmm, you smell delicious.”

Katniss pressed her face next to yours, making him whine, “Oh, wow.”

Peeta whimpered happily, “You like it?”

“Of course we like it.” You kissed his cheek. “You smell like dessert.”

“You’re just saying that.” The smile fell from his face. “The other alphas, they…”

“They what?” Katniss growled, getting louder when Peeta didn’t answer, “What did they do?”

“Didn’t like it,” he sniffled. “Wanted to get rid of it.”

“How would they get rid of your scent?” She frowned, pressing her face back against his scent gland.

Your eyes widened as you pulled back to run your fingers along his neck, finding indents along the length of it. “Did they try to remove your scent glands?”

“Tried to make me better,” he whispered, voice cracking, “I failed.”

“No, you’re not worse with your scent glands, okay?” You kissed along his missing scent gland, covering him in your scent.

“Really? You don’t hate it?” A watery smile reemerged on his face. “The other alphas said no one would like it.”

“They aren’t your alphas.” Katniss grabbed him and pinned him against her chest. “You’re ours, only ours.”

A low growl escaped you as you hugged Peeta from behind. “Don’t even think about them, sweetheart; you’re our omega.”

“All yours?” A small voice asked, and looking down, you found Peeta staring up at you and Katniss with wide eyes, “And you’ll protect me? And I don’t have to talk to any other alphas ever again?”

“Yes!” You grinned, more than likely a bit too excited. Katniss grinned back at you, “Absolutely.”

“Ours.” She kissed you before kissing Peeta. “Our pretty, perfect omega”