#Cora; sniffling: Please be okay

[shima-draws]

Thinking about a Cora lives AU where Law just. Doesn't get sick after Amber Lead Disease. He takes good care of himself and generally his immune system is pretty solid (and he avoids his crew members if they have smth contagious like the flu or a stomach bug). But eventually his good luck runs out and he catches a cold, just a minor one that makes him a little feverish and gives him the standard cough and runny nose. Bepo notices him swaying on his feet and immediately sends him to bed (even tho Law protests like a stubborn brat).

When Cora finds out Law is sick he flips his SHIT. Literally he falls flat on his ass and catches himself on fire. Then he rushes all around the Polar Tang grabbing medical books on how to treat colds and preparing a compress and shouting at the cook to make hot soup for Law and digging into the cabinets for medicine and then he's hauling ASS to Law's room

Law wakes up from a nap and looks over to see Cora sitting at his bedside looking at him like this

And he has to reassure him no Cora-san I'm not dying, it's just a cold, yes Cora-san I'm going to be okay. You worry too much

(But Cora's paranoid bc he's only seen Law sick once before and that was when he was dying, literally days away from succumbing to the poison eating at him, so of course there's trauma there, of course he sees Law cough one time and thinks the world is ending 😭)

[penkura]

OP Men Holding Their Firstborn for the First Time

Note: This is in relation to my post of headcanons for these five men and their children. I just started thinking of which ones of them will cry, who will freak out over holding a tiny baby, who may reject the thought at first. And it came to this lol. I think the next one in this series will be names for the kids or babies taking their first steps! The baby fever is strong help. For now, please enjoy these men being soft about their offspring!

Ace almost has a heart attack when you try to pass your daughter to him, he swears he felt his heart jump into his throat when you ask if he wants to hold her, saying no that he's fine for now, but you insist he should. He doesn't do so for several hours, instead watching you with her as he works up the courage to have her in his arms.

What if my powers activate and I burn her? What if she cries and kicks? Oh lord, what I drop her??

"Ace, please. You need to hold her."

The look on your face, like you're begging him to hold her, finally makes Ace agree, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed to take your hours old daughter from you. You remind him to be careful of her head, make sure to support her, and smile when you finally get to see the two loves of your life together at last.

She doesn't fuss or cry or kick, instead staying fast asleep and seeming like she's snuggling into the warmth Ace radiates thanks to his Devil Fruit powers. He's just amazed by her, her tiny little nose and the beautiful, dark eyelashes that brush her chubby little cheeks. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen after you of course.

Ace fights not to cry but can't help the few tears that sneak out, wiping them away on his sleeve quickly, the one time he wears a shirt and it's the day you give birth to the newest love of his life.

Gosh, he always knew you were amazing. Now you've given him a family of his own, how could he ever repay you?

"Thank you for her...she's so perfect."

Ace can't seem to tear his eyes away from your daughter's little face, and that's okay with you. She's his baby too, he needs to have some time with her.

"What do you think we should name her, Ace?"

Oh. Oh crap, she does need a name huh?

~~

Law doesn't even have a chance to think about it, he's holding your son immediately after birth since he was the one to help you deliver obviously. Once your baby boy is wrapped in a towel Law hands him right to you before checking to make sure you're doing all right. Your vitals are all normal and stable, he's relived that you're both fine, while he watches you talk to your crying newborn.

You tell him that it doesn't count that he held your son right away since he's your and the boy's doctor, eventually getting Law to sit down and actually hold him as his father instead. Your son kept fussing and crying until Law finally got to hold him, the newborn quieting after a few moments but keeping his eyes shut tight and his little hands in fists as he kept whining.

Once he finally opens his eyes to stare up at Law, it's probably the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life apart from Bepo.

Especially once you catch sight of a few tears in Law’s eyes, making you smile softly as you lean back to just watch them. He's quick to rub at his eyes and make them stop, but the few sniffles you hear every bit tell you he's trying to stop himself from looking like a bigger baby than your literal baby he's holding.

He's never actually held a baby so tiny, not since Lammy was born. And to know this is his son, it's crazy to think about while he watches your baby boy start to fall asleep.

He really does wish his parents, sister, and Cora-san were there. They'd all love to meet your son, and you know he's thinking that, but you hope realizes that all the Heart Pirates are going to love your little boy just as much as his family would have.

And that eases the sting a bit, especially when they all do get to meet your son, and not a single one of them is without tears, beyond happy for you and their beloved captain.

~~

Penguin almost begs to hold your daughter once she's born and you're both stable. Law tries to push him away while he takes your daughter's vitals and measurements, asking how on earth you dealt with Penguin being so clingy the last nine months, which just makes you laugh.

"Go sit with your wife, damn it, I'll bring her over in a minute."

"But, captain--"

"Penguin, just come over here for now."

Penguin sits beside your bed and pouts until Law finally brings your daughter over, about to hand her to you before you direct him to your husband. Both ask if you're absolutely sure you want Penguin to hold her first, until you confirm it, and Law hands your daughter to her father, showing him the right away to hold her, before he leaves the three of you alone for a few minutes.

Penguin is absolutely enthralled with her. She's still fussy from being born, stretching out her little arms and legs, making cute little sounds, and he just can't believe she's finally here. He feels like you two waited an eternity for her to be born, now she has been! She's so small, she fits perfectly in his arms and it makes him want to cry so much.

"She's so tiny."

"And she looks just like you, Peng."

~~

Due to you having twins, you hold your son while Sanji holds your daughter, blubbering like the baby girl was because he's just so happy to have these babies with you. It makes you want to laugh hearing him cry, watching him kiss your daughter's forehead to try and calm her down while he dotes on her and you give your son attention.

"You're an angel, a perfect little gift from heaven!"

When you finally swap which baby you're each holding, Sanji still cries, happy to have a son too! He never really thought you'd have twins, or that they'd be fraternal on top of it! Both are so precious to him, you're precious to him, this little family you've now built together.

Your daughter has his hair, but your son looks just like you to Sanji. He kisses your son's forehead before looking at you and your newborn daughter, still unable to believe this is going to be his life from now on. You, and him, and your two tiny blessings.

"I love you so, so much."

He can't wait to call Zeff and let him know the good news.

~~

Zoro has no worries or qualms or tears when holding your son for the first time. Actually, it doesn't hit him for a few hours that he has a child now.

Your son is so quiet most of his first day outside the womb, sleeping and eating, only fussing when he needs something, but you're able to calm him down quickly. The way you're able to do that when this is your first baby impresses Zoro more than anything today.

It's only once you're asleep and he's holding your son again that it really gets to him. There's another person depending on him now, this one being his own flesh and blood, his newborn son that already looks just like him. His hands are so tiny, he's not even able to fully get his little fingers around one of Zoro's fingers.

Chopper made sure you both were left alone for the day, Zoro taking a bed next to yours and laying back with your son on his chest that night. That's when he realized just how small your baby is. His hand covered the newborn's back completely, his tiny hand fisting Zoro's shirt as he slept, small coos and whines coming from him every now and then. Zoro looks at you for a moment, before back to your son with a smile.

Your son may not have been planned, but Zoro's more than accepting of how his life is turning out.

~~

Note 2: I am absolutely willing to elaborate on these men and their children. If anyone wants to see something specific, just send me a message! I'll be posting more of my own thoughts too!

[nehswritesstuffs]

banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 10

I knew the ending of this was going to get tricky, and it's beginning to trip me up, so please forgive me for upturning any expectations you might've had based on how frequently I posted the first seven chapters.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3]

The siblings adjust to their fresh separation and attempt to hold onto the concept of hope. [3994 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

It was especially cold that day, Baby 5 noted. She had waited until it was just her and Lami in headquarters again before she wrapped up her sister in blankets, took Cora-san’s Den Den out, and placed the snail on the bed, doing her job.

“Child.”

“Grandfather…?” She looked at Lami—they both had tears in their eyes. “My sister and I are home alone.”

“…I know.” The snail mimicked a pained expression as the man on the other end was also about to cry. “I already know.”

“What do we do now…?”

“I… that I don’t know.” The man sniffled sadly. “This is going to have to be the last time we talk like this.”

“There was a boy who the Marines rescued,” Baby 5 mentioned. “Is that our brother? Do you have him?”

“…no.”

Baby 5 and Lami stared at one another, not entirely sure how to process that. How come the Marines didn’t have Law if the adults all said they did? Where was he if they didn’t? Did they assume that Grandfather was with the wrong organization? Was Law safe, or…?

“When you are old enough to run,” the man said, “find a Marine base. I will come for you.”

“Grandfather, I’m scared,” Lami squeaked. “Our brother’s gone, Papa’s gone, we don’t know where you are…! Can’t you come for us?! It’s scary being home alone!”

“It will get better,” Grandfather sighed, voice sounding like a hug that was meant to feel better yet didn’t. “My darling grandchildren are strong—be strong for a little while longer, okay?”

“…okay…” both girls mumbled.

“I love you.”

The call clunked to an end and the snail fell asleep. Lami and Baby 5 stared at it before looking at themselves; they were now alone. No one was coming to save them now.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

All Baby 5 knew was that she wasn’t terribly fond of Monet and Sugar. There was something about them that was just… well… off. It was true that the Young Master had saved them, just as he had saved most of them, yet there was just something about the pair of sisters that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on-end, as though there were a lot of coincidences with their assimilation into the Family.

“You’ll look good for your date tonight,” Monet assured Señor Pink as he preened in a mirror. “Miss Russian is going to find you dashing.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” The teen looked over at Baby 5, who was trying to pluck some books from a case without attracting too much attention. “Don’t you agree, Baby 5?”

“I think he needs to tell her the truth,” the girl frowned.

“This could be something really big for me,” Señor Pink said. “I know I’m a member of the Family, but this woman could see me as a family man. Do you realize how important that could be?”

“You hate kids.”

“I hate kids that are in the way and sniveling,” he replied. Baby 5 rolled her eyes and took the books with her, away from where Monet was reassuring Señor Pink that all was going to go well. She went into her room and found Lami sitting up in the chair by the window, looking out longingly.

“Pink’s going out again,” she said, bringing the books over. Lami accepted the top one—a volume about historical architecture—and carefully opened it up.

“At least he won’t be around for dinner.”

“He was having Monet give him compliments on his outfit.”

“Ew.” Lami wrinkled her nose and looked at Baby 5. “Sugar came in earlier but didn’t stay long; the adults really want us to be friends because we’re the same age, but I don’t like it. I don’t think they do either.”

“Maybe we can figure out a way to steer clear of them that doesn’t involve staying in our room all the time.”

“I hope so. Avoiding them sucks—we need to get strong if we’re going to find Law-nii.”

“Yeah, but I wonder where he ended up… if he’s still out there…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lami shrugged. “We have four more years on me; if we can get out in three, that’ll leave an entire year of traveling the North Blue. Law-nii and I did almost all of it in half a year with Cora-san. It should be easy.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Baby 5 smirked. She pulled an extra blanket from a shelf and wrapped up Lami in it. “Oh, and Diamante wants to know if you’ll be okay enough to come down for dinner.”

“Yeah, I’ll come,” Lami pouted. “If we keep skipping Family dinners, then people will start to get suspicious.”

“…but we have a good excuse, at least.” Baby 5 gently took hold of Lami’s forearm and inspected it. “Still looks like it’s fading to me.”

“It’s probably going into my bloodstream,” Lami shrugged. “That’s worse.”

“You still got more time than before, which is time we can use wisely.” Baby 5 let go of her sister’s arm and motioned with her head towards the wardrobe. “Come on; let’s get you ready for dinner.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Opening up the closet door, Law found Lami right where he left her, trembling between the linens. She saw him and squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck as he clung to him.

“You’ve been so good and brave,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her out of her hiding spot, the words technically for both of them. He set her on the floor and took her hand in his, holding tight. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“…but Mom and Dad…!”

“They told me to get you out of here,” he lied. She didn’t need to know they were already cold when he found them. He pulled her along, keeping her from looking inside their parents’ office, before sneaking them both out into the corridor. They hid behind an overturned gurney as they heard the sound of soldiers shouting around the corner. Once their voices faded, Law pulled Lami up to her feet.

“Where are we going?!” she squeaked. “Where’s Bee-nee?!”

“Bee’s waiting for us! Now come on!” He urged her forward, towards the back door where he knew the path the freedom sat. “We’re going to get out of here! We’re going to live!”

Hiding behind some rubbish bins, Law waited outside before making a break for the cart he saw on his way back to the hospital. It was full of bloody, half-stiff corpses, but they could use it as camouflage to get far enough away from the bulk of the soldiers so that they could slip into the woods easier. Was it ideal? No, but it would give his sisters and him a chance.

“Bee! There you are!” Law almost cried in relief as he saw their sister standing by the cart. Her back was turned as they ran up to her, knowing they needed to act fast. “Why aren’t you in there yet?!”

The girl turned around and he gasped—Amber Lead lesions were spread over her face and neck and her eyes dull and unfocused. Wait… this was wrong… why was this so wrong…?

“Join us, Law-nii,” she said, holding out her hand for him to take. “Cora-san is going to help us.”

“We have to get to the forest!

“…but Cora-san is the adult who helps!” Lami chirped. “He didn’t let Bee-nee come before, but now we can all go together!”

“Kids!” Law whipped his head around to see Cora-san running towards them, looking ridiculous in both his uniform and his full-routine of makeup. “Hurry!”

He tripped and shots rang out.

“Cora-san!” Law screamed. The man’s body fell to the ground and did not move, blood pooling and oozing between the white cobblestones in the street. “Cora-san!”

More shots and the boy heard soft thuds next to him. He looked, only to find his sisters’ bodies laying in crumpled heaps, both done in by single hits to the head.

“…Lami…? Bee…?” He knelt down and checked their pulses—nothing. “No… no… NO! NO! IT’S NOT FAIR! WE’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO LIVE!”

“Life doesn’t give a shit.”

Trembling, Law looked up to see one of the soldiers, covered head-to-toe in their protective bodysuit. A gun was in their hand, still smoking from the last round. The soldier pulled off the gas mask to reveal Doflamingo; his sunglasses glinted brilliantly, the bright and gaudy pink so stark against the paleness of their owner and Flevance itself.

“Fufufu… this is for thinking you could actually get away,” he chuckled. The man raised his arm, aimed the gun, and pulled back the hammer to cock it.

BANG

Law sat up straight and shuddered as he woke up in the middle of the night. He looked around at his roommates to see if he had shouted and woken any of them up—nothing so far. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and padded out the room and down the hall, heading towards the kitchen.

“So, you can’t sleep either?” Law nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Penguin’s voice, the older teen sitting at the kitchen table in their small house. He had a half-drunk glass of milk in front of him—huh, a good idea. Law got one himself and sat down as well. “Am I right?”

“Kinda.” Law didn’t want to pry—he knew that Penguin also got nightmares, but they weren’t really the same. For all the horrors he had seen in Flevance, the other lad had lived different ones and for much longer. What did he really want to reveal about his fucked-up dream? From everything he was reading in medical texts and journals, the signs weren’t good. “I was just… reminded of… some people… who I want to find… who I want to join the crew.”

“Join the crew…? Must be special.”

“Yeah, they are.” Law took a sip of the milk and took comfort in the chilled, smooth drink. “If things were different, they would have been the first members of the Heart Pirates.”

“That’s a statement,” Penguin said, making Law cringe slightly. Ah, shit. “They must be pretty important to you if that’s the case—you don’t just want anyone on your crew. Where are they?”

“Spider Miles.”

“Well, then I guess the first thing we do after we finish our training and raise the funds is head over to Spider Miles.” Penguin shrugged and drank some milk. “There’s no helping when the Captain has something in his head.”

“I’m not the captain yet,” Law scowled.

“You’re our wee baby captain—shut the fuck up.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. It’s a fact you’re the smallest of us, even Bepo, so you gotta learn to live with it.”

“I can make it so not even you can find all of you.”

“Nah; that’s a hard pass.” He slammed back his remaining milk like a farmer would his ale. “Who the fuck would keep everyone in line if I wasn’t here? Scrub the toilet you all refuse to touch? Braid Shachi’s hair before bed? Make you super-fucking-thin raisin pancakes of all things?”

“Alright, alright; you win, asshole,” Law conceded. He finished off his glass as well and they both rinsed the dishes with some water before leaving them in the sink. “Hey, uh… can you… not tell the others about this?”

“I make no guarantees,” Penguin shrugged. The younger teen glared at him, which made him just want to give him a hug. “You know that we all know you get nightmares, right?”

“I never said it was a nightmare.”

“…but you came out here for a glass of milk in the middle of the night, which you usually only do after a particularly bad dream.”

“Yeah, but…” Law went quiet and looked away. “Doesn’t mean they need to know every time I get nightmares.”

“Nah, you’re good.” Penguin ruffled the younger teen’s hair—fuck, he was almost too tall for that now considering Law’d been almost in a constant growth spurt since they met. He was shrugged off with a halfhearted shove and he knew all was well… at least, enough for them to trudge back to the shared bedroom.

It felt childish, but Law just wanted his sisters and didn’t want to fully admit it. He watched as Penguin climbed up into his bunk before looking at his own empty one—how often had he gone to sleep alone only to wake up with both of them clung to either side? Back then he’d always yell at them, but now… fuck… what he wouldn’t give to have them both and know they were safe…

…and instead, Law nestled himself in Bepo’s bunk, the Mink squeaking in his sleep as he suddenly was being used as a living body pillow. Even though Law knew that he was with friends—friends he might be able to keep—the loneliness he felt was a crushing, oppressive force, more than he could bear. Ha… bear… fuck. He pressed his face against Bepo’s back to hide his tears and did his best to fall into what would be light, fitful sleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Time passed.

Law and his friends worked and trained hard as they lived on Swallow Island, earning their keep and strengthening their abilities. With every time the teen could stand to keep his Room open for a minute longer or a square meter larger, he knew he was that much closer to his initial goal.

In Spider Miles, Lami kept busy, poring through books and soaking in all the knowledge she could. Science, navigation, medicine, history, language—she read through everything afforded to her and then some. With her strength coming and going at odd intervals, she knew that she needed to what she could, while she could still do things…

…and Baby 5…? She continued to take care of her sister, cooking and cleaning and making sure enough chores were done so that Doflamingo left them alone. It was hard work, often keeping her busy the entire day, but it was worth it for what little beri she could scrape together… for what she was able to do for her sister as she laid in bed on her bad days and wandered around the empty compound when things were good.

The rest of the Donquixote Family, on the other hand, had plans… the more ambitious of such were nearly ready to be put into action. They plotted, they schemed, and one day they began packing the contents of their base, putting as much as they could inside the Numancia Flamingo, for the Young Master… well… he was going home.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Three years later, in a place now all too familiar…

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Invading Dressrosa was… too easy.

It was completely engineered by the Young Master, of course, which meant that he used the king and his soldiers as living puppets, which furthered his plans easier than it would have gone otherwise. Lami had been having one of her bad sick days—they were increasing in frequency and severity again—and it caused both her and Baby 5 to stay on the Numancia Flamingo while the rest of the Family pretended to settle the country’s affairs.

“This feels so wrong,” Lami said, staring out the porthole of the cabin. She could see fires illuminating the night sky as the coup was being staged. “You know… I don’t think Law-nii and I ever really wanted to cause chaos… not if it feels like this.”

“Don’t worry,” Baby 5 assured. “One day, when the time is right, we’ll go back to the North Blue and find Law-nii.” She put a bowl of steaming water on the table and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing hold of Lami’s arm. The younger girl allowed her touch and soon her lesions were being gone over with a wet, hot cloth. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and he’ll find us here. He might rescue us.”

“Maybe you… but not me.”

“…and why would he rescue one of us and not the other?”

“…because this is still late-stage poisoning,” Lami frowned. “It’s like when Cora-san stole Law-nii and me… except now… now his last-ditch effort to save us is who-knows-where, well on the other side of the Calm Belt.” She exhaled heavily and tried not to cry. “I don’t know…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Baby 5 assured gently. “I’m clever and you’re smart—we can survive.”

“You accidentally ate your Devil Fruit.”

“It was planted, alright?” she pouted. The sisters could only look at one another for only a few seconds before bursting into giggles. Baby 5 moistened the cloth again and continued going over Lami’s lesions. “As long as we’re still here, he’s coming for us both. Don’t forget that.”

“You sound old.”

“I am older.”

“Not ancient.” Lami snickered as Baby 5 flicked a bit of water in her face. “Do you think they’ll send for us or…?”

“It’s Doflamingo—of course he will.” An idea then popped into her brain, causing her to perk up. “Say, you want to get some of his ice cream? The kind just for him?”

Lami’s face brightened at the suggestion, knowing it might be their last true act of rebellion for a while.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a while before Dressrosa was deemed stable enough to bring Lami ashore. Baby 5 carried her piggyback all the way to the palace, all the while the girls staring at their new environment with wide, curious eyes. It was so different from Spider Miles, from Kuen Village, from the White City, from the North Blue in general, and they wanted to take it all in the best they could. They eventually stepped across the palace threshold, where Monet was waiting for them.

“The Young Master tasked me with finding the perfect quarters for you,” the young woman mentioned. “There are rooms that are right next to one another, and even a pair that possess an adjoining suite.”

“Lami-chan and I share,” Baby 5 insisted. Monet shook her head.

“Young Master had his orders,” she claimed. “Here; follow me.” She led them up the stairs and down a corridor where there was plenty of expensive-looking things that had been placed on the floor and against the walls haphazardly. “Pick your rooms from these; let us know your decisions when you make them.”

Baby 5 moved to enter one of the rooms, thankful when it seemed like Monet was not following them. She put Lami down on the plush couch that sat off-center in the large room and looked around.

“This’ll be nice,” she nodded. “There’s shelves for all your books, and lots of air and light.”

“There’s already stuff there though,” Lami frowned. She stood and slowly hobbled her way over towards the nearest bookshelf. “Histories, politics, books about Dressrosa’s neighbors and allies…”

“Perfect for the kid who can’t get her hands on enough books,” Baby 5 chuckled. If it could keep her from having to find time to smuggle her sister more books, then the shelves’ contents were more than welcome. She plucked a book from the shelf that was eye-level and looked at the cover—love poems. Ha. “I wonder whose collection this was…”

Just then, a stranger ran in through the open door and flung herself onto the large bed. She was tall and pretty, though sobbing so hysterically that she did not see the sisters standing there.

“…are you okay…?” Lami wondered. The woman flinched at her words as though they physically stung her.

“Who are you?!” she snapped, fear tempering her voice.

“I’m Lami, and this is my older sister, Bee,” the girl said. “We were told to pick out rooms. Is this supposed to be your room?”

“…no, but it belonged to my tia avia at one point,” the woman replied. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the girls could see that she wasn’t that much older than them—her late teens, most likely. “I just got kicked out of my room by that… that… drippy man…”

“Trebol? Yeah, he’s pretty gross.” Lami walked over to the bed with help from Baby 5 and they joined the newcomer. “What’s your name?”

“Viola… but… I just joined the Family… so I guess my name is Violet now…”

“Why did you do that?” Baby 5 asked. “You’re able to run away, aren’t you?” Viola shook her head.

“My father is the king who was in charge only two days ago,” she explained. “If I didn’t agree to work for Doflamingo, he would have been executed in the Coliseum already.” She then looked at the pair and frowned. “Why are you here?”

“We were found, like anyone, and Doflamingo gave us a place to stay,” Baby 5 said. “We were separated from our big brother a while ago and we’re just buying time until we can go back for him… or he finds us…”

“You two are so lucky to at least have each other.” Viola sniffled and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to dab at her eyes. “My sister died in the take-over and her daughter—my dear neboda—is missing.”

“Don’t you have a brother?” Lami asked, tilting her head to the side. “I remember the Officers saying how there was a guy that they needed to watch out for who wasn’t the King…”

“Must have been one of the guards,” Viola replied, shaking her head. “I wish I knew the man who had won my sister’s heart—if that was the case, then maybe he could be someone on the other side who could help… like your brother…”

Yeah. If only they had their brothers… then things might really be different.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lami was getting worse with each passing day they spent in Dressrosa. The warm, dry air should have been good for her—it really should have—yet she seemed to be deteriorating faster than she was on Spider Miles. It was so bad that Baby 5 barely left her side, knowing only that her sister was dying and she wanted to be there for her. In fact, Baby 5 knew her sister needed her—ha, it felt like it wasn’t that long ago that she would bend over backwards if she thought someone new needed her. Now? Now no one could rip her from her sister’s side without breaking her arms and legs first.

“I thought she had five more years,” Doflamingo frowned. He was standing by Lami’s bed in the palace sickroom, where both girls were sleeping peacefully, Lami snug under the blankets while Baby 5 was passed out next to her atop the bedding. The Elite Officers were there as well, all three some level of curious about their boss’s continued interest in the dying child.

“A brat’s still a brat,” Trebol sniffed. “He could have given a misdiagnosis.”

“This won’t do.” Doflamingo leaned over the bed and traced his finger over Lami’s forehead, down her cheek, then jaw, flicking up off the underside of her chin. “You’re an important part of the Family, Lami, and I take care of my Family.”

“With all due respect, Young Master,” Diamante frowned, “she’s yet to go on a mission… hasn’t proven herself…”

“She will once she’s better. Those who have been with us as long as she are going to be the core of our empires.”

“…but she left,” Pica mentioned.

“He’s right,” Diamante added. “She ran away once before—who is to say that she wouldn’t again?”

“Where would she go? Even if both of them work together, they’re still children in the New World—neither of them are going to escape. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How do you propose that, Young Master?” Trebol wondered. Doflamingo simply smiled.

“I’m going to make sure that she doesn’t remember she was even sick at all.”

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Hope I’m not too late- May I please request either headcanons or a short scenario of Law receiving some comfort after all that happened on dressrosa from his fem s/o? Don’t feel pressured to do this! :)

Law Receiving Comfort After Dressrosa - Fem! S/O

a/n : I’m running out of Law pictures. Thank you for requesting! Law deserves so much comforting and love after what he’s gone through :( and no worries, you’re okay! :)

Warning : small Dressrosa Arc spoilers!

Summary : After Dressrosa, Law and the straw hats are headed to Zou to regroup with their crews, with the help of the Barto Club Pirates. During this, Law’s significant other helps him through these painful memories that occurred during Dressrosa.

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“They’re certainly a peculiar bunch..”

Shutting the door behind you to muffle the loud noises of Usopp, Franky and Luffy all shouting with each other about who knows what, you turn to Law, who was laying back on the chair in the aquarium bar.

“It seems as if they’ll never shut up.” Law scowls a bit, pulling his hat down to cover his eyes as he exhales quietly.

Giggling, your smile softens as you walk over and held out the tray in your hands before placing it down on the cushion of the chair beside him.

“They’re lively at least. Reminds me of a certain trio of our own.” You joke, picking up the teapot and pouring the hot liquid into two separate cups for the two of you.

Setting the teapot back down, you gently lift up the teacup by its handle and the saucer, holding it out for Law.

“Speaking of which.. I wonder if they’re alright..” Law mutters, sitting up and slowly taking the cup from your hands, pulling it over to his lips.

Smiling at your captain’s endearment for his crew, you let him take a sip of the tea before pulling it back away from him.

“They’re fine. If they’re part of the Heart Pirates, then it’s already known how strong they are. They’ll manage.” You assure him, setting down the teacup and then moved the tray aside.

Keeping quiet, Law watched your movements carefully, as if you were going to suddenly snap and / or drag him somewhere, or just give a long lecture.

However, you were still and calm.

Staring at the pale, stoic doctor who was watching you back, your lips curl into a softer, smaller smile.

“..how are you?”

Law, taken back, furrows his brows a bit as he rubs his arms, assuming you meant his physical injury. “I’ll live. It’s-“

“No. How are you, Law?.. I know Doflamingo brought back some.. painful memories..” you whisper softly, gently moving your hand to place over his, in which he didn’t pull away. He let you stay there, his eyes widening at your words.

“You can tell me, you know. I’m here to listen.”

Looking down to hide his face, Law sits up and clears his throat the quietest he could.

“..I’m fine.”

Frowning a bit at his stubbornness, you only continue to blatantly stare at him until he fessed up, which was slowly working.

“Stop that.”

Staring.

“[Name]-ya.”

Staring.

“I said quit it.”

Staring.

Irritation building up in his system, he stands up to yell or lecture you, about to pin you down and/or room you if you didn’t stop.

“[Name]—“

“Corazon.”

Gasping, Law stops in his tracks and widen his eyes, feeling his heart tightening from just one word that came from your lips.

“...” Seeing his reaction gave you more than what you needed to know. “..that’s what I thought..”

Law clenches his fists and clicks his tongue, turning away from you. “And?”

“Law, talk to me. You don’t have to be in anger.. or be afraid anymore. Okay? Straw hat did it..” Slowly, you stood up and walked over towards Law, placing a hand on his shoulder delicately. “He took down Doflamingo.”

Law didn’t say anything and just looked down, avoiding your eyes. You could feel his shoulders tensing under your hand.

Eyes filling with sadness at him, you just move your arms to wrap around his waist, and secured it around him, pressed your face against his upper back.

“Law...please..”

As if something snapped in him, Law suddenly turns and forcefully shoved himself into your arms, his own wrapping around you while he hid his face in your neck.

And then you heard him. He was crying.

“...Is it truly over?.. Is... Is Cora-san going to be in peace now?..”

Widening your eyes, you felt his grip tightening around you and the smallest sniffle could be heard.

Tears brimmed his eyes and a few had already fallen down his cheeks.

“Tell me, [Name]-ya. Will Cora-san really be alright now? Is he at peace? Would he be proud of me?..”

Seeing how vulnerable he was nearly brought you to tears yourself, but you withheld from doing so, to stay strong for him as you tightened the hug back.

“I.. I don’t know for sure, Law..” You admitted, him staying quiet just for you to talk. “But..”

Pulling away, you cup his cheeks instead and saw his slightly red nose, puffy and tear filled eyes and the pained expression.

Wiping a tear of his with your thumb, you offer the softest, genuine smile you could.

“I bet he was watching you.. and as much as he’d be disappointed and worried for you hurting yourself like this, putting yourself in danger for him.. I bet he’s extremely proud of you, and watching over you from above. You gave him justice.”

Bringing a hand down to grasp his, you held it tightly.

“Corazon would be giving you the brightest grin, thanking you for caring about and holding vengeance for him for so long.” You add, closing your eyes and relaxed yourself.

“So please.. please stay safe from now on, okay?”

You knew this was more of his moment and of Corazon, but you couldn’t help but plead him to be more careful, especially having thought you lost him in Dressrosa.

“Everything’s going to be okay now.. sure, we’re going against an Emperor pretty soon..”

Weakly laughing at the thought, you open your eyes and smile at Law, seeing his pained expression softening in the slightest as he continued to stare at you.

“But we have allies now. Straw hat is trustworthy, and his crew is strong. We can do this.”

It was quiet, the two of you just staring at each other. Before a small smile curled onto Law’s lips.

“..alright..” Closing his eyes, Law leans down and pressed his lips against yours with ease, which you happily returned softly.

Now pressing his forehead against yours, Law using his finger to wipe any extra tears that were left, he exhaled gently.

“Thank you, [Name]-ya.”

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a/n : ooc~ 🥲 hope it was okay! Sincerely hoped you liked this too!! ;-; is it rushed?—

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 28

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By the time we got back to the Stilinski house, Nicholas was awake. Uncle Noah had been sitting with him at the kitchen table for breakfast when we walked in. When he saw us, Nicholas scrambled down from his chair and onto Uncle Noah’s lap, hiding his face in his shoulder. I looked back at Derek, seeing that he looked disappointed.

“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him.” I said softly. He nodded, smiling sadly. I walked over to the two, taking Nicholas upstairs into my room and sitting with him on the bed. 

 “Mommy,” Nicholas looked up at me with his large green eyes, “Why is the bad man here?” 

“Well, sweetie, he’s not a bad man. He just did a bad thing yesterday by scaring you. He came to apologize.” I wanted to give Derek the opportunity to explain himself. Hopefully in a way that Nicholas would understand. 

He still didn’t look convinced, hugging his little wolf plush tight. 

“Nico...” I kissed his forehead, “Mommy is going to be right there besides you the entire time. I promise you that he isn’t going to hurt anyone. He’s not going to hurt grandpa or Uncle Stiles or Uncle Scott.” I intentionally left Michael out. I wasn’t too convinced that he wouldn’t hurt Michael. “I have known him for a very, very long time. Longer than Uncle Stiles.” 

“Really?” He asked.

I nodded, “Really.” I paused, “He used to have a big, big family. But they all got taken away. So, he has a lot of anger built up and sometimes that comes out in bad ways, but he doesn’t mean to and he didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Who took his family?”

“A really bad lady.” I stood up, setting him down on his feet, “He apologized to me and he wants to apologize to you. Is that okay?” 

Nicholas blew air out through his nose and hummed as he thought about it. He hugged Puppy dog tight to his chest and looked up at me, “Okay, mommy.” 

“Thank you.” I held out my hand to him, “You ready?” 

He took my hand, “I can do it. I’m brave.” I grinned brightly at him, walking with him down the stairs and into the living room where we found Derek sitting on the couch.

DEREK

To say that Derek was nervous would be an understatement. He was a wreck. He had gone over in his head multiple times how he would talk to his son. A few of those situations involved him flying to Scotland and stealing both of them away from the Lunar Circle. Well, less them and more Michael. He hated that Michael was living with them, playing family when he knew that Derek couldn’t be there. 

After (Y/N) went upstairs with Nicholas, Scott and the Stilinski’s had gone outside to give them some privacy. Michael stood in the corner of the living room, arms crossed over his chest and staring him down. 

Derek sat on the couch, cracking his knuckles, bouncing his leg at an unmeasurable rate. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long time, not because of the ass-hate in the corner of the room. If that little boy, his little boy, didn’t like him? Well, what was he going to do? His dream for (Y/N) and himself was to have a family, he had known this since he saw her again. 

2011

After finding Laura, he knew there was a new alpha in the area. His first thoughts went to revenge. New alphas were just as weak as a beta like him... or omega now. The deer that had brought both of them back to Beacon Hills had been found in the woods outside near the apartments at the edge of town. He had been waiting there since the early morning, hoping to find something. He had searched the woods and found nothing. Now, he was standing in the parking lot of the building, thinking over and over again about finding Laura. He should have come with her, she shouldn’t have come alone. He should have insisted. But she told him she would be fine. Nothing was fine.

The worst part of this situation was that he could still smell the smoke coming from the (Y/L/N) house. He had driven by on his way to the woods and it made his stomach lurch. Kate got what she wanted, all of the werewolves out of Beacon Hills. He hated (Y/D/N), he hated him from taking his best friend away. And because of Kate, he lost his whole world. He didn’t even get a chance to see (Y/N) again. He’d never see her again except for a picture in the obituary. 

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and leaned against the passenger door of the Camaro. 

“HELP! HELP ME!” He heard the shout coming from behind him, accompanied by two sets of hurried footsteps. He turned quickly and his heart almost stopped. He tried to keep expression neutral but his heart was beating rapidly. 

It was (Y/N). She was alive. Behind her was Michael, chasing her with a knife. 

“Help!” She shouted as she crashed into his body. She looked up at him with those beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes. There seemed to be a spark of recognition, but nothing like before. She still couldn’t remember. 

“Please help me.” (Y/N) gripped tightly onto the lapel of his jacket, “Please.” 

In that moment he had a vision of what the future could be. Both of them together. Smiling and laughing like they used to. Holding hands. Kissing. Starting a family. The last image was her smiling face, triskeles in her eyes. 

Derek didn’t know what his future with (Y/N) would look like, he wanted to be with her, he loved her too much. But at this moment, Nicholas was the only one he had on his mind. Today was going to be life changing. He was either going to be a father or his son could reject him.

Derek stood up quickly when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He hoped that he could somehow word what he needed to say in a way the four year old would understand. 

Then in walked the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Nicholas was walking hand in hand with (Y/N) into the living room. He looked... like Derek. His knees gave out, taking him to the floor to be at eye level with his son. 

“He’s so beautiful.” Derek whispered. (Y/N) grinned, stopping a few feet in front of him and coming around to kneel beside him. Derek could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He was... Perfect. From his dark hair to his nose and little toes.

“If you get nervous, just look at me.” (Y/N) said softly, “I’m right here.” Nicholas nodded and looked straight into Derek’s eyes, right into his soul.

(Y/N) put a hand on his shoulder, breaking him away from his trance. He sniffled and wiped his eyes quickly. 

“Introduce yourself.” She nudged him with her elbow. 

“Uh, yeah.” He smiled, “Hi Nicholas.” He swallowed thickly, “My name’s Derek. Derek Hale.” He held his hand out. 

His son glanced at his mother before reaching out and taking Derek’s outstretched hand and shaking it, “I’m Nicholas Hale.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Derek hesitantly pulled his hand away and motioned to the wolf plush in Nicholas’ hand. The little wolf plush that he had sent all the years ago, he still had it, “Ya know, I sent that to your mama to give you.” 

“You did?” His eyes widened. Derek had just now noticed that he had a little accent, probably from his upbringing across the pond.

“I did. What’s their name?” 

Nicholas held up the toy for Derek to look at, “His name is Puppy dog. He’s a Lunar Circle wolf with Lachlan and Mikey. He eats bad guys.” 

“Oh wow. Little tough guy, like you.” 

Nicholas looked down towards the floor, shifting on his feet, “He almost ate you last night.” 

“I...” Derek sighed, shaking his head at his behavior from yesterday, “You’re right. I was being a bad guy last night. I shouldn’t have been fighting your mama. It’s just that...” How was he going to explain this?

Thankfully, (Y/N) spoke up, “What he’s trying to say, sweetie, is that Derek wanted to see you so badly that no one could get in his way. And that got to his head too much.” She reached out, running her fingers through Derek’s hair. 

“Why?”

"Well, Nicholas, because... Because I'm your father." It was out. He looked a little confused honestly. 

“Derek and I are mates, like you learned about in daycare.” He nodded along to his mother’s words, “And we loved each other so much that we wanted to have the perfect little boy.” She poked his stomach causing him to giggle. 

“How come I never got to see you?” He asked, “All I had were mama’s pictures.” 

“That’s because I was here, taking care of all the bad monsters so that it would be safe for you to come home.” Derek glanced at Michael, “And whenever I tried to call, there was no connection.” 

“Oh...” Nicholas looked between, “What should I call you?” 

“You...” Derek cleared his throat, “You can call me anything you like.” 

Nicholas grinned, “Sour Wolf!” He giggled. Derek’s jaw tightened. From outside he heard Stiles laughing. He’ll get him later. He could hear (Y/N) snort, but keeping a straight face.

"Maybe a different name." Derek said, giving his son a soft smile.

"Uh..." He hugged the wolf tighter, "Daddy."

 "Yeah," His voice cracked, "That sounds good."

Nicholas smiled, strapping forward and wrapping his arms around Derek's neck, hugging him tight. He felt like the air had been taken from his lungs. He slowly wrapped his arms around the little boy, swaying back and forth. He glanced at (Y/N), seeing tears making paths down her cheeks to reach her smile.

Derek reached out, adding her into their first hug as a family. His family.

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(Y/N)

For the most part, Nicholas took it very easily. It was a smooth transition for him. Probably because he's just a little kid. But the hardest thing for me to comprehend was what Derek was asking me at the moment. 

"So would that be okay?" He asked.

I shook my head, "Let me get this straight. You want to take Nicholas to meet Cora and Scott and whoever else is in the new pack who I certainly haven't met in person. Skyping is a poor sense of character."

"And Peter."

"And whom?" I asked as if I didn't know who his psycho uncle was. 

“I want him to meet him and Malia." 

"Why? Why would I want my-our," I corrected myself when he got the grumpy look on his face, "Our child to be exposed to the same man who tried to Jafar me."

His eyes narrowed, "What's a Jafar?" 

"Remind me to make you watch Disney movies with your child. Gonna have to get used to it. A lot of Disney movies out there, he’s seen almost all of them." I walked out of the laundry room where I had been folding laundry before I was interrupted by Derek asking me to take Nicholas on a day trip. Yesterday had been about father-son bonding, taking him to the park, getting ice cream, playing games. Today he wanted to introduce the whole family.

"And it's not like he doesn't know who they are.” I added, “He knows Uncle Scott and Aunt Cora and Aunt Malia and Uncle and Aunt whoever else." 

"Are you telling me that he's met his family before he met me?" He somehow managed to get in front of me. He's really pushing the boundaries and the alpha instincts were telling me to beat his ass. But I didn't, that was rude. 

"They answered the Skype calls, Derek. You weren’t able to." I walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast for Nicholas. He was probably still sleeping after staying up passed his bedtime with Derek. I would have usually been pissed but seeing them together was enough to make me melt. I got the eggs and bacon out of the fridge and watched him lean on the threshold of the kitchen and shove his hands in his pockets out of the corner of my eye.

“They never tried to defend me?" He asked. I put down food and walked over to him, cupping his scruffy cheek in my hand. 

“They did, Der-Bear. I just didn’t believe them." I patted his cheek and turned back to the food. He scoffed and walked up behind me, turning me quickly and picking me up and setting me down on the counter next to the stove.  

“Excuse you, sir.” I poked his nose, then, just like always, I got lost in his eyes. Derek always had this way about him that if he just looked at me, I would be memorized for who knows how long. And he knew it too. He was smiling softly, like all the years of heartache and pain were over and he was back to the boy I remembered. Kind, shy, soft. 

“Been a while since you called me Der-Bear." 

"Been a while since I was twelve, Der-Bear." He grinned, his eyes sparkling. He slowly slid his hand behind my neck and pulled my head forward for our forehead touched ever so slightly. 

"This brings me back..." I whispered softly, sliding my hands behind his neck and lacing my fingers in his hair. 

"Yeah, it does." He hummed and leaned forward. 

"Mommy. Daddy." We both jolted a part and looked for the little voice. We found it at about three and a half feet tall and wearing dinosaur footie pajamas." 

“Well hello, sleepy head." Derek bent down and took the boy into his arms, "Mama and I were making you breakfast."

He looked at us both skeptically, "It looks like-" 

"A really intense staring contest, sugar." I combed his hair out of his eyes, "And mama won."

Derek rolled his eyes, then he smirked, "Hey Nico, after breakfast, you wanna go see the Pack?" Nicholas gasped, his eyes sparkling. He had been intrigued by a pack since he was told what it was. He talked about how excited he was to run with his own pack someday, even if he hadn’t turned yet. 

“Yes! Can we go, Momma? Pwease!?" He laced his little hands together, begging. Derek knew I couldn't say no to him, not when it came to pwease. 

"Fine. But I'm going to." Nicholas raised his arms in the air and cheered.

"Thank you!" He grinned with his little baby teeth. 

"Yeah, thank you mama." Derek said, setting the boy down on his feet, "Now go wash your face and hands before breakfast." He said, utterly surprising me with how he just parented. I... I had imagined him with our kids before but... I don't know, it was weird seeing him this gentle. 

“I think I like parent Derek.” 

Derek smirked as he took the bacon and got a pan out from the cupboard, starting to cook the bacon. In that moment, I realized that seeing him like this did make me love him again, just as much as I loved him when I saw him alive on that hilltop all those years ago. Domestic father Derek was the Derek I never expected, but couldn’t live without. But this was just regular Derek. He wasn't afraid right now, he wasn't being hunted. He was just at home making breakfast for his family. He had a family and that's all he's ever wanted.

"You alright?" He asked, seeing that I was just staring at him with two eggs in my hands.

“Yeah, I just love you a lot.” 

Derek leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, “I love you.”

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"Breakfast!" Derek's loud booming voice called through the house. And down the stairs came Nicholas with his wolf toy in hand, Michael, Uncle Noah, and Stiles. Derek and I had set the table like a cute couple does and were starting to serve out food to the family. Then of course, everything had to be ruined. 

I sat down in a chair next to Nicholas, whose face was clean and so were his hands, with an empty chair next to me that Derek took. Michael looked like there should have been smoke coming out of his ears. 

"Hey, Derek, why don't you trade with me?" He said calmly from across the table. Uncle Noah just started eating his food, trying to ignore the tension as best as he could with eggs.

Derek, being Derek, grinned and took his silverware in both hands, "I'm alright."

"I really think you should move, Mutt." He spat the word. That's when I stepped in, I knew Derek was being a little shit right now, but there was no need for that kind of language, especially in front of a four year old. 

“There will be no use of that word at this table and if you would like to sleep here tonight, I suggest that you stop talking." The rest of breakfast went without incident, until Uncle Noah and Stiles had left the table. Uncle Noah headed off to work and Stiles went outside to avoid the situation.

"Why do you keep sticking up for him?" Michael asked. I sighed and looked at Nicholas, he was putting his last forkful of scrambled eggs in his mouth. 

"Hey honey?” He looked up at me, chewing, “Why don't you ask Uncle Stiles to play soccer with you?" 

"What's soccer?" He tilted his head to the side.

"Football, honey.” Forgetting briefly that he had been raised in Europe, “The American football is like rugby, they call football soccer here." 

"Oh, okay, mama." He hopped down from his little chair and out the front door.

 Once he was gone, Michael spoke again, "You keep standing up for him and I won't have it. We've talked about this so many times, darlin. How am I supposed to just sit by with him nudging his way into our lives? Lives where we were perfectly fine without this mangy mutt and his family." He stood up and glared down at us both. Derek stood and was prepared to say anything and maybe do anything, but I stopped him by putting a hand on his forearm.

"Sit." I ordered. Derek sat. I took his place standing and inhaled, ready to give a harsh blow. 

"You can't control who I chose to side with. Frankly, I’m not choosing a side at all. You also can't control who my family is, because it's mine and mine alone. Derek is my mate and he is the father of my child and you need to learn how to respect that. Do not ever get so self righteous with me. We aren't together, Michael, we haven't been since high school and I refuse to be treated like some little housewife. I am not a housewife, I am an alpha werewolf and I will be treated with such respect." I refused to look in his eyes, instead looking at the bridge of his nose which had started to scrunch up in anger. 

“What about, Nicholas, huh? What about him? What's he gonna say when he sees his mother and this new person acting closer than us?" 

"He's a smart boy, he’ll understand. And if he doesn't then he can talk to me, his mother. Because it seems like the other mature adult in his life is having a temper tantrum over a girl." 

"You're not just some girl, (Y/N). You're min-"

"I belong to no one!" I barked, "I am no one's girl or wife or thing. I am my own person, I belong to me." I stood up and looked at Derek, "Come on, let's bring our son to meet his family." I grabbed Derek's hand and practically dragged him outside. Stiles was in the front yard, passing a soccer ball to Nicholas.

“Nico, honey, let's go." Nicholas, whose little cheeks were so red from running around in the cold weather, nodded and grinned. 

“Crap, I forgot," I whispered, remembering that I forgot his coat inside, not really wanting to go back in to get it.

"Don't worry, dad's got it." Derek walked past me with Puppy dog and jacket in hand. Nicholas ran up to him and held his arms out as Derek helped him put on his jacket, he insisted that he do the zipper by himself. 

"Is Mikey comin'?" He asked, looking back at me, hugging Puppy dog tightly to his chest. 

"No, he's busy doing Lunar Circle stuff." I lied. Derek smiled at me, knowing that he was winning between him and Michael, took Nicholas into his arms. 

“Hey, buddy, let's get in the Camaro." They both cheered and walked towards Derek's car. 

Stiles walked up next to me, hands on his hips, "Is everything alright?" 

"Probably not." I said before giving him a weak smile, then I looked towards the boys, "There better be a booster seat in that car, Derek Hale!" 

MICHAEL

"Hello, thank you for calling Praetor McLeod’s office, how can I direct you?" The receptionist’s chipper voice crackled over the line. Michael gripped onto his phone, grinding his teeth together. 

"Hello?" She asked.

"Put him on, Shawna." From the tone in his phone, she let out a small yelp and switched the lines. 

"McLeod speaking." Lachlan’s voice boomed over the phone. 

"I got him." He growled. 

"Michael, is that you?"

"I got Derek Hale. He's living at the Stilinski house." 

“Michael, he isn’t a person of interest. Hale hasn't caused any trouble in the last five years." He said calmly, but Michael wouldn't be deterred. And he didn't mind lying either. 

“He kidnapped (Y/N) and Nicholas. He took them, he's claiming that Nicholas is his son and he took (Y/N) hostage." 

"So you're saying a beta took an alpha and her son hostage?" He sounded bored. 

“Lachlan! I'm not screwing around, he's crazy!" He tried to put his point across, "He's a bloodthirsty monster and he took my son!"

"Listen, you're not thinking clearly. I know what this is about, you’re jealous that Nicholas is with his father after you’ve had that role. And from (Y/N)’s report, Derek has been fine, it's you who’s been acting differently. Now you better start acting like a man and get your act together before I have to do something drastic." He said sternly and hung up. Michael slowly took the phone from his ear and gripped it hard. The glass shattered, digging into his hand.

Well, if the Praetor won't do anything... And (Y/N) won't do anything. Then it looks like he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. 

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.38

Word Count: 1,670

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Calveras, Braeden, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

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“I swear, Peter, why do you have to be such a bitch?” you groaned, restraints holding your arms up, tied to a fence.

“Are you blaming this on me?” Peter scoffed.

“Yes,” you and Derek both deadpanned.

“Assholes,” he muttered.

You leaned your back against the fence, in defeat as you breathed heavily. It had been at least a week.

Derek needed to talk to Talia, somehow. He said that all that was left of her was her claws, which were hidden away. After retrieving them, Peter had decided to start a fight with some people, leading to where you were now, all three of you chained up in a basement.

You heard your phone buzzing on the table, next to your top.

“That’s the 100th text you’ve gotten in the past hour. Who the hell would be texting you so much?” Derek groaned.

“Cora, Isaac, Stiles, Scott, all of the above?” you shrugged.

“How many times do they text you a day?” he asked.

“At least 500,” you sighed.

“That’s a lot,” Derek said.

“No shit, Sherlock,” your face dropped as you glared at him.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Petter muttered.

“And someone’s about to die,” you mocked.

“Okay, both of you stop arguing. We have to find a way to get out of here,” Derek interrupted.

“Any ideas?” you asked.

“You can’t do magic, can you?” Derek turned to you.

“Nope. Why can't we just make up some crap and tell them that’s where the ‘she-wolf’ or whatever is?” you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t try to deceive us, (Y/N), you should be smarter than that,” you jumped as you heard Severo coming into the room.

“What? I would never,” you said sarcastically.

Your body tensed as he put his hand over the dial, which controlled the electric current running through the fence.

You screamed out in pain as he turned the dial, getting shocked throughout your body as your body went limp, being held up by your chains.

“Why don't you tell us where the she-wolf is, and this will all be over,” he said.

“We don’t know any she-wolf,” Derek yelled.

“Don’t lie to us. It’ll only bring more pain to you,” he shrugged.

You heard Derek and Peter roar, getting electrocuted.

“I’ll be back soon,” Severo said, walking away from the three of you again.

“Are you okay?” you turned to face Derek.

“I’m okay, are you okay?” he replied.

You nodded softly, sighing as your body slumped.

---

“How do you feel?” Derek asked you.

“Tired. You?” 

“Me too. We’ll get out of here, okay?” he said softly.

You smiled tiredly, sighing. The two of you looked into each other's eyes, blocking out everything else around you.

You could feel your heart rate slowing down. 

“I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Peter said loudly.

You inhaled deeply, looking away from Derek as he glared at Peter.

“Can't you do a spell or snap your fingers and make these disappear?” Peter motioned to his chains.

“I already told you, I don’t have powers,” you replied.

“Why not?” Peter asked.

“Because, none of your business. I just don’t have powers, okay?” you rolled your eyes.

“If we’re gonna be trapped together, the least you can do is trust me, you know,” Peter started.

“Shut up Peter,” you and Derek both said.

Your mind wandered back to the events from two weeks ago, before you were taken hostage.

---

“You sure you want to do this?” Derek asked.

“I don’t know what else to do. I almost killed you, I almost killed Cora. It’s only a matter of time till I can’t control it anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone and I can’t just rely on Deucalion finding something,” you ran your fingers through your hair.

“We can always find another way-” 

“There’s no other way. Once I’m a demon, there’s no going back,” you shook your head.

“Do you have it?” you asked.

He handed you a small pendant, given to him by Talia when he was younger. If you could focus, you would trap your power in that object. You only read about actually being able to do this once, but it’s what you needed. You wouldn't have your powers but everyone would be safe from you.

“Be careful,” he wrapped his arms around you, as you hugged him back.

You looked up at him, while he continued to hold you. You bit your lip softly, feeling your heart beating slightly faster.

“I…” Derek started.

“Not right now, please,” you begged softly.

You saw his heartbreaking, as you turned away from him, yelling at yourself in your head.

“Let’s just get this done with.”

---

“We could just cut one of you in half… the other two can talk,” you tensed up as you looked at Severo. 

“We're all curious about how far your healing game can go. Can you grow back an arm? We’re sure you can’t grow back your head,” your eyes widened as he held a chainsaw to Derek’s head. 

“Boys,” you heard another woman's voice walking towards the three of you.

“No tienes ser tan duro,” Araya said. ( You don’t have to be so hard).

“No hablo Espanol,” Derek lied, tiredly as he groaned. 

“Tu hablas muchos idiomas, Derek Hale,” Araya scoffed. (You speak many languages, Derek Hale )

“You know exactly what I’m saying… now where is the she-wolf?!” she raised her voice. 

“We don’t know any she-wolf,” Derek exasperated. 

She walked towards Derek, looking in his eyes, before traveling across to you. She continued to silently look at you before laughing softly, walking to Peter. 

“These two won’t talk,” Araya started.

“But this one… this one loves the sound of his own voice,” she slowly walked to the table across from you. 

“You should hear me sing,” Peter replied sarcastically, while you rolled your eyes. 

“We wanna hear you scream,” Severo said. 

“Where is the she-wolf?” Araya asked Peter once again.

Peter rolled his eyes, acting slightly bored before Severo turned the chainsaw on, hearing Peter yell out, as your mouth dropped, watching them cut off his finger. 

“Think about it. We’re only going to ask you… nine more times,” she waved, walking away, dropping Peter’s finger on the ground. 

---

You looked up, hearing a loud band from above you. You turned to Derek, who shrugged, before looking up. You jumped, hearing multiple gunshots from upstairs. 

“What the hell is that?” you tensed slightly, hearing footsteps, before hearing a noise of someone falling on the ground. 

“Someone's coming,” you whispered. 

You saw another woman standing in front of the three of you, putting her gun in her pocket. 

“You’re the one who saved Isaac,” Derek said softly. 

You noticed a wound covering her face, scratches from a werewolf. 

“I was the one who was hired to save Isaac,” she replied. 

She picked the keys up from the table, walking over to you.

“Someone hired you to save us?” Peter scoffed.

“Deucalion hired me to save (Y/N) and Derek. You, I’m okay with leaving for dead,” she gave a sarcastic smile to Peter as you chuckled softly. 

“Braeden,” she said, holding her hand up.

“(Y/N), but I guess you already knew that. Thanks for saving us, and for saving Isaac,” you said, walking over to Derek.

You stood on your toes, reaching up to Derek’s chains as you unlocked them. He exhaled sharply, leaning onto you as you put your arm around him, helping him up.

“Let’s go,” Braeden nodded. 

“Wait, we’re not going without it,” Derek said weakly, leaning on you.

“Without what?”

---

“It should be… in here,” the four of you ran around the house, opening a room. 

“Wanna tell me what we risked our lives for?” Peter mumbled.

Derek walked to the large chest, putting his hand on it before flinching. 

“It’s made out of mountain ash,” Derek said.

Braeden pulled out her gun, shooting the lock before pulling it open.

You opened the chest, before seeing more mountain ash inside.

“Someone really doesn’t want our hands in there,” Peter said.

You put your hand in the box, pulling out a smaller box, with the triskelion carved into the top.

“We got it.”

---

It was nearly 3 AM as the three of you made it back to Beacon Hills.

“So…” Derek started.

“So…” you smiled awkwardly.

“Peter went to his apartment, so… it’s just us,” he nodded softly.

You could feel the tension in the air as you pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I should probably get home…” your voice was low as you spoke.

“O-Oh, yeah. Uhm, thanks for everything,” he said.

“Yeah, no problem,” you shook your head.

“I’ll see you later,” you waved.

You walked to the door nervously before hearing Derek call your name as you turned to face him.

“I’m sorry,” he started. 

You frowned slightly, walking towards him, as you looked up at him.

“What are you talking about?” you crossed your arms as you took a deep breath.

“For getting you kidnapped,” he started.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re all okay, it doesn't matter,” you gave him a small smile. 

He took a small step forward, closing the space between the two of you, stroking your cheek slightly. 

Your heart rate picked up, out of slight fear of what he was about to you. You loved him, and you know you do, but that doesn’t change what happened between the two of you, and nothing could make that go away. The two of you only just started being friends again and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.

He leaned his head forward, saying your name softly, as your eyes watered, moving back a little.

His face fell as he looked at you, confused and hurt. 

“I have to go home,” you sniffled.

He ran his fingers through his hair, watching you leave before freezing.

“(Y/N)...” his voice drifted off as you ignored him, before hearing a loud noise from behind you as you jumped, turning around.

“Derek?”

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Oml *run* God please let me have a spot 🤞 Can i request hcs (or scenario if their still slot? As you want, it doesn't really matter) of little Law calling Corazon's s/o "mom" for the first time ?Like how little Law and Cora would react ? Thank in advance 🤗 And good luck with your requests 😊

Okay. Okay. Okay. So I guess this is a little bit AU because I cant imagine Law being in the right frame of mind for something like this for the period of time where he was with Cora. So I've sort of based it off of Corazon surviving and the two of them going to live with Coras S/O while he recovers and Law figures out his powers etc. ... its uh. Baby angst? A little bit of angst? Idk. But I still hope you enjoy it!

Little! Law calling Corazons S/O mom

You frown down into the gently simmering pan and tap your lip with your finger, debating. It needs something else to give it a little kick but you're not quite sure what.

“Need some help?” Corazon asked, strolling into the kitchen. He stops beside you, one hand coming to rest on your hip while the other leans against the counter. You instantly move him away from the stove, surprised he hasn't already burst into flame from proximity alone. He gives you a sheepish smile.

“Mmm, taste this,” You say, holding out a mouthful on the spoon for him to sample. "What do you think?"

Cora gives it a look before leaning forward to taste it. He tilts his head to the side as he eats it before beaming at you. “Perfect as always, Name.”

“You're no help,” You grumble, rolling your eyes even as a small smile tugs at your lips.

Corazon grins and drops himself into one of the kitchen chairs, long legs splayed out under the table. He watches you cooking for a moment before asking, “Where's Law?”

“Reading in his room I think,” You say, examining a jar of spices before putting it down again. “Go get him and the two of you can set the table.”

Corazon lets out a dramatic sigh and gets back to his feet. He leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek before disappearing down the hallway.

You hear a clatter, followed by a groan as he trips over something and then muted talking as he finally reaches Laws room and collects his ward.

They return together and begin setting out the table in companionable silence.

“How's the book Law?” You ask, glancing back over your shoulder.

No matter how much you feed the boy he doesn't seem to get any bigger, his arms and legs are still stick thin and he has a sickly look about him even though it's been almost a year since he cured himself of Amber Lead poisoning. He doesn't look quite as haunted though, so you suppose that's a good sign.

“Mm,” He shrugs. “It's very informative.”

Law takes off his hat, hooking it over the back of his chair and takes his seat, rearranging the cutlery to his liking. You smirk, resisting the urge to go over and ruffle the unruly black hair of his. He catches you looking and gives you a small uncertain smile.

“Almost ready!” You say.

Corazon moves around you to fetch plates and together you serve up the dinner.

“One for you, Cora – and you Law,” You say, placing their food in front of them before sitting in your own place.

The three of you begin your meal. Corazon carries the conversation while Law butts in to correct him now and then, but you watch quietly, smiling to yourself at the sight. It had been a hard journey for the pair of them – but Law in particular. You had been worried that your partners little tag along might have trouble adjusting after all he's been through.

“This is great, Name,” Corazon says, nudging your arm to get your attention, a wide smile on his face. “What do you think kid?”

“It's really good, thanks mom.” Law says, shovelling another spoonful into his mouth. He freezes half way through chewing, his eyes flick from you to Cora, then back again.

You can see that stupid grin forming on Corazon's face, but Law doesn't look happy at all by his slip up. He's looking down at the table, not meeting your eyes, shoulders hunched.

Law swallows the mouthful with barely more than one bite. “I'm finished, thank you, Name.”

He pushes his chair back, knocking his hat to the floor as he does so, but Law doesn't stop to pick it up. He practically runs back to his room. You hear the door slam.

“Law!” Corazon starts, his face worried. He starts to rise from his seat but you take his hand and keep him in place.

“Leave him, Cora,” Your voice quiet. “Give him some time.”

Corazon nods and sits back down, lacing his fingers with yours. The two of you sit in silence and finish your meal.

 

You pick the hat up off the floor and dust if off as you walk down the hall. It's been a few hours but Law's door is still closed. You tap lightly on the wood. “Law, can I come in?”

There is no response. You tap again, a little harder this time before trying the handle. The latch clicks and you slowly open the door. Law is lying on his bed, back to the door, curled around himself.

“Hey, Law,” You step in, closing the door quietly behind you. The bedside lamp is on, casting the room in a soft glow. “You alright sweetheart?”

You get a sniffle in response. Law hasn't asked you to leave yet, so you move over to the bed and sit down in the space between the curl of his legs. “Here's your hat.”

It takes a second but his hand reaches back to take it from you, pulling it up to his chest.

“Do you want me to go?” You ask, pushing the hair back from his face. He makes a little gasping noise in the back of his throat but you see the slight shake of his head. “Are you embarrassed?”

He doesn't answer you for a while, just lets you stroke his hair, clutching his hat.

“I.. I feel guilty,” Law finally says, rolling onto his back so he can see you. His eyes are a little puffy, but any tears he might have shed have dried. “Y-you're not... I shoulder have called you that.”

“You miss them, huh?” You ask, because you're not sure how you're supposed to tell a child that lost his whole family that he shouldn't feel guilty for finding another one.

Law nods, his fingers digging into the fabric of his hat.

“That's okay, it's always hard to lose people you love,” You tell him. “But don't beat yourself up about caring for other people, hm?”

He nods again, his face scrunching up as he tries to stop himself from crying in front of you. Law takes a big, gulping breath and pushes himself up, flinging his arms around your neck. You don't hesitate to wrap your arms around him and return the hug.

“And Law,” You say, feeling him nod against your shoulder. “If you ever decide you want to call me that again, I don't mind at all.”

[bella-caecilia]

Hey, please can I request 12 for modern Cobert? Thank you and I love your Drabble so much 🥺💕

Thank you, dear! I finally managed to write this prompt too. I hope you like it <3

12 – an incredibly loud and painful high-five

Cora was entering their living room with a large patterned box in her hands. She grinned at the sight that greeted her. Robert sat on the oriental rug, one hand supporting his upper body that was leaned slightly forward, the other waving a stuffed bunny in front of his fascinated granddaughter. Little Sybbie had recently learned to sit on her own and Robert had taken the opportunity to seat her on the thick carpet of their living room and engage her in a little game. When Cora had seen his sweet attempt to play with their granddaughter, she had remembered the box of their girls’ toys still resting somewhere in the attic.

“I’ve got something for you two,” Cora announced in a soft voice. Robert turned around to her and gave her a small smile of gratitude. Cora took the five steps to them and put down the box next to Robert. Then she lowered herself to the floor and sat down on the other side of the box.

“Oh, what have we got here?” Robert spoke in a hushed but animated voice to Sybbie. The girl followed her grandfather’s movements with her eyes in great admiration. Robert retrieved a soft and plush ball out of the box and rolled it across the floor between him and Sybbie. He emitted some gentle noises and Cora was amused by his attempt to imitate the sounds a soft ball made in his imagination. She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at his adorable demeanour.

Sybbie was at her grandparents’ today, because her parents were out, eating at a restaurant and visiting the cinema. Robert and Cora had happily agreed to take Sybbie and look after her.

That Cora would immediately take the child to her heart was no surprise. As soon as Sybil had expressed the suspicion to her mother that she might be pregnant, Cora had been highly excited. She had stopped her initial gushing when Sybil had emphasised that she wasn’t sure yet. Not much later, though, the pregnancy had been confirmed and Cora had taken up her anticipation again. Even if Sybil was acting hushing when her Mama was showing her joyful expectation, she was silently touched and glad about her mother’s positive response. Her father had been a different matter altogether. In his eyes, Sybil was much too young to become a mother and he wasn’t convinced that her relationship with Tom was a lasting connection. Nobody had needed to utter that Cora hadn’t been much older when she and Robert had decided to try for a baby, for Robert wasn’t open to any argument. However, he had kept quiet as he had sensed that there was nothing to be done about it and that Sybil was indeed expecting a baby. He had stayed silent beside his gushing wife and Cora had ignored his quiet disagreement. And when Robert had held his granddaughter for the first time and had looked into this endearing little face, that had something so own and unique about it, but was nevertheless visibly his daughter’s daughter and his wife’s granddaughter, his heart was conquered in no time. When someone mentioned his former fury and opposition he only laughed and changed the topic, mostly talking about how good Sybbie was already grabbing items he handed her. Robert still didn’t agree with Sybil’s and Tom’s way of raising the child in their shared flat where they lived with people Robert called ‘crazy communists’. But it was a discussion that followed a regular exchange of blows and had lost its prior heat. Sybbie had managed to bring a certain peace to the family.

“You can try it yourself, Sybbie,” Robert instructed, and tried to guide the tiny hand to roll the ball. Sybbie didn’t seem to understand what her grandpapa was expecting from her and she looked up from his large hand into his face. She looked back to their joint hands as he made a second attempt to instruct her. Suddenly she started to sniffle and the first sobs soon followed. Surprised Robert looked to Cora, somehow searching for help. He had no clue what he’d done wrong. Cora smiled warmly at him when he turned his gaze back down to his sobbing granddaughter.

“I think it’s just time for her feeding,” Cora stated. “It’s already half past five.” She moved to take the baby and rose from the floor with the snivelling Sybbie on her hip. Robert followed suit and brushed some lint off his trousers.

“Where did Sybil put the prepared stuff?” he asked as they left the living room.

“It’s in the bag on the floor of the hallway. Would you get it?” Cora spoke over her shoulder.

“Yes.”

Cora went into the kitchen where they had a baby chair for Sybbie. She put her granddaughter into her seat and adjusted a bib around Sybbie’s short neck. She sat down beside the girl and smoothed the bib on the toddler’s chest. Sybbie started wailing again as she realised that the food didn’t follow immediately. Cora patted the girl’s soft hand.

“Grandpapa will be here soon, and he’ll bring your food,” she spoke in a soothing voice and it managed to calm down the toddler slightly. Robert appeared in the doorway, his face an expression of high concentration. Cora spotted the plastic bottle with milk in his hands and he seemed to fumble with the lid.

“Bloody…,” Robert muttered, but was immediately interrupted by his wife.

“Robert… no cursing,” she reprimanded with raised eyebrows.

“I’m sorry. But this bloo…, this annoying lid seems to be too high technology for me to open,” he explained, and handed her the offending item with pursed lips. Accompanied by Sybbie’s sobbing Cora pulled the lid and tried to unscrew it. Sybbie watched her grandmother for a moment silently before she resumed her crying. Cora shook her head at Robert. She didn’t manage to open it either.

“Give it to me. I’m going to cut it open, this modern nonsense,” Robert announced. Cora looked at him wide-eyed when she handed him the bottle.

“Well, that’s surely not necessary. Just try it again with patience.”

Robert had placed the bottle on the kitchen counter and stopped rummaging in the drawer with the knifes and scissors. He huffed.

“Okay, one last try,” he relented. They stood next to each other at the kitchen counter and all three watched the bottle in Robert’s hands with anticipation. Robert shuffled the lid back and forth.

“Hah!” he exclaimed when held the lid and the opened bottle in his hands a second later. “It’s an absolutely trivial technology. You have to push the lid down first before you can unscrew it,” he now explained. Sybbie cried in exasperation that she was still without feeding.

“Well, you’ve done great! You did it!” Cora said to Robert and held out her hand for him to high-five. He clapped her hand with vigour and the resulting high-five resounded in the kitchen loudly.

“Ouch!” Cora called, and Robert rubbed his palm while scrunching his nose.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he muttered. Sybbie had silenced instantly and looked at her grandparents now with wide eyes. Cora chuckled at the adorable image the toddler gave.

“I’d say you may release our Sybbie from her torment. You’ve clearly won the prize,” Cora said to Robert. He sat down in the seat next to Sybbie immediately, a subtle grin on his face. He assisted the girl, who greedily drank the milk. Cora shook her head at the two of them sitting at the kitchen table, completely engrossed in each other.

[teamhook]

Hello! Finally and update!! I want to thank everyone for their patience, the @captainswanmoviemarathon, the Discord shipmates, and my lovely Beta @ultraluckycatnd and my talented artist @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713

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|FFN|

Emma had been so disappointed after her idea was shot down. It had been a long day at work, so she only stops to get a quick snack at a 24-hour diner before heading to get some sleep. She opens the door to the hotel room she has rented for the week only to find it tossed. Her heart sinks as she runs to check for the money she had been saving to rent an apartment. The money was gone, all of it. They didn’t leave a single dollar behind. Her eyes water as she wonders what the hell she is going to do now?

Killian finally arrives home after a small detour. He is parking his motorcycle when he notices a body huddled on his steps. He removes his helmet and walks slowly to his door. The hoodie falls from the head revealing golden hair. Emma. 

“Swan, is everything okay?” Killian asks as he helps her to her feet and opens the door to the apartment. 

Emma sniffles as she follows close behind. She still doesn’t know why she came here. Lies. He is her closest friend, her only friend. 

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable. How about a drink?” Killian asks as he pours a drink for himself and one for her. 

“Yeah, I really need one.” Emma takes the offered drink and bottoms it. 

Killian asks, “Do you need anything else? Swan, how can I help?”

Emma’s tears run down her face. 

Bloody hell, he made her cry. “I’m sorry, lass, can you tell me what happened?”

“Someone went into my room and robbed me. I talked to the manager but he said they weren’t responsible. That I should have taken the money with me or hid it better,” Emma says. She can’t seem to stop crying. 

“It’s going to be fine,” Kilian says and adds rapidly, “you can stay here.” The words are out of his mouth before he can think about it. Milah is going to kill him if she ever comes home.  

“Really?” Her hopeful green eyes devoid of tears confirm this is a really good idea. “Aye, you can stay here.” 

“I promise it won’t be for long, one night tops. I just need to sleep on it and figure some things out,” she smiles. 

After a few drinks and a few arguments on who should take the bed, Emma is tucked in, stretched out on the daybed he has as a couch. He plays a song on the piano as she relaxes for the night. 

She smiles, the music very soothing. “Killian, that is beautiful. Who wrote it?”

He smiles back. “I did.” 

“That is really, really good. Do you have more?” she asks as she sits up.

“Aye, but they’re not ready to be heard,” he says as he finishes the song. 

“Killian, why did you leave Boston?”

“Emma, why did you leave Maine?” 

She sighs. “Well, because it didn’t feel like home anymore, and I wanted to follow my dreams.” 

He smiled. “Exactly.”

“Killian, I’m really happy I don’t have to be alone tonight,” Emma said as she yawned. 

“Get some sleep, love,” Killian says as he leaves the piano and closes the door to his room.  

The next day, the sound of rain hitting the window wakes him up. The smell of bacon mixed with the scent of fresh-brewed coffee hits him and for a second, he is startled because he is the one that normally makes breakfast; Milah didn’t like to cook. He gets up and makes sure he is presentable. 

The vision that greets him is perfect. He shakes his head as he approaches his guest. He scratches behind his ear when he notices her clothes, or lack of. She is lost in what she is doing to notice him ogling her as she simply wears a long, sleeveless shirt that barely covers her arse, her long legs on display. He was mesmerized for a minute, then clears his throat to get her attention. “Good morning, love.”

“Oh, good morning. I hope you don’t mind. It’s the least I can do,” she says, smiling. 

Killian returns her smile. “It smells delicious.”

“How do you like your coffee?” she asks as she pours the liquid. 

“Black, like my soul,” he answers as he takes a seat. 

They start eating their food while enjoying some small talk. 

Emma’s eyes drift around the room and land on one of the pictured frames. “She’s very pretty, your sister?”

Killian looks up from his food. He doesn’t need to figure out which photo she’s talking about. “Ah, that would be Milah, my fiance.”

“Wait a minute, you’re straight?” Emma stands. 

“What, you thought I was gay?” Killian asks. 

“Yeah, I mean you wear more eyeliner than I do. You own a daybed. What kind of guy owns one?”  Emma states.

“In my defense, the eyeliner is a very straight look. Cora loves it and it works at the club,” he shrugs. “The daybed was Milah’s idea.”

“I should really put some pants on.” Emma goes to her bag to look for some jeans to put on.

“That’s probably a good idea.” He pouts as he watches her pulling on her pants. 

“So where is she, your fiance?” Emma wonders.

“She’s in New York doing a play,” Killian says as he clears off the table.  

“Well, since you’re not only straight but engaged, it is really weird I came to you. I should leave. I’m sorry I came here,” Emma says. 

“Swan, you don’t have to go.” 

 “Killian, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

“Emma, it’s pouring outside.” He blocks the front door to prevent her from leaving.  

“It’s okay, I got a plan. Could you please get the door for me?” Emma says, determinedly.

He hesitantly opens the door.

“Thank you.”

���You’re welcome, love.” 

“See you at the club.”

She steps outside, the rain coming down hard and the thundering is loud. She grabs a newspaper from the wooden chair next to the door, covers her head, and walks down the steps.

Killian looks out of his window, sighing. Bloody hell. Emma looks like a wet cat doing a poor job at staying dry. He runs out and before Emma can object, he picks her up bridal style and turns back to his place. They’re both drenched once they’re back inside. 

Emma screams as soon as he puts her down. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“You have nowhere to go, Swan. I have an empty couch.”

“It's just water. A little water never hurt anyone.”

“Swan, it’s a lot more than a little water, it’s pouring.”

“Killian, you’ve done enough.”

“I don’t care what you bloody say. You’re going to stay here for a few more days.” Knowing that she isn’t going to win this argument, Emma nods her agreement.

The phone rings and he smiles as he answers., “Hello, Milah. That sounds great.” He walks to his room and closes the door.

Days later at the club, the restroom is quiet until the sound of someone throwing up shatters the illusion. Cora looks underneath the stall door to see who has dared break her out of her spell. One look of the glass heels tells her she knows who it is. “Ashley, darling are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” she sniffles as she comes out of the stall. 

Cora studies the girl in front of her and sighs. “Tell me you don’t have the flu.”

Ashley starts sobbing. “No, I’m pregnant.”

“Have you told Sean?” 

“I haven’t, I’ve been so scared. What if he doesn’t want it? What am I going to do?” Ashley starts rambling.

“We will figure it out, but you have to tell him,” Cora says, trying to comfort the poor girl.

“Okay.” Ashley gives her boss a weak smile. 

Emma continues to practice the dance routines every free moment she has because she knows a chance will come up. Her parents had always told her to have hope; that’s the only reason she is following her dream. For now, she will be the best waitress the club has ever seen.

Killian had proven to be such a good friend because he was letting her stay with him for a couple of weeks. The only problem with that is that she is enjoying his company too much. He is sweet and funny. Some days, she had to remind herself that he was taken because she was starting to yearn for something that couldn’t be. 

Days later after Ashley's revelation, Cora decides to be prepared. Henry and Cora hold tryouts for a new dancer. 

Emma walks in to find the stage full of potential candidates. Music is heard throughout the club; high kicks flying, hips gyrating to the music, hair flowing with each head twirl, all followed with a spiral roll into a final fan kick. 

After the girls are dismissed, Cora turns to Henry with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t love any of them. Where did all the best dancers go?” she sighs.

Henry is flipping through the portfolios for the club’s best match. He turns his attention to Cora and smiles. “They’re all Dancing with the Stars.” 

The blaring of sexy music disrupts their conversation. They turn to the stage to find Emma moving her hips sensually to the music, her head flipping right and left. She is moving as if her life depends on it. Sadly she is putting her all into an unappreciated display until her intended audience dismisses her with barely a glance in her direction, followed by a disgusted flick of her wrist, halting her dance before it really even gets started.

Cora cuts the music off and starts to walk away. 

“Wait a minute! I can do this, just tell me what you want!” Emma’s panicked scream halts Cora’s movement.

“It’s really sweet that you think you can. I know I don’t want someone that thinks auditioning for me is the same as a common strip club. All my dancers are professionals. What was that?” Cora said as she placed her hands on her hips.

“I know all the dance routines. I have practiced them in my spare time.”

“You have to make me believe that you belong on that stage and that no one will take it from you.”

“Alright, which number do you want to see?”

Cora stares at Emma. “You know all the numbers? Okay. Merlin, play Wagon Wheel Watusi.”

Zee, Ashley, and Tiana arrive just in time to see the audition.

The music starts and Emma moves as if her life depends on it. She twirls, shimmies her breasts, and when the music ends she stands breathless waiting for the verdict. 

Cora and Henry are talking in whispers. 

“You were off the last half,” Cora finally says. 

“I can do better. I’ll practice every single free moment I have. I really want this. Please, I know I can do this. Didn’t anyone ever give you a chance?”

“Fine! You’ve got the job.”

Emma jumps up and down in excitement while several things happen at once. 

Cora and Henry share a look. 

Ashley claps excitedly. 

Zee turns to Ashley. “You know she’s replacing you, right?”

Henry walks up to Emma. “Meet me in the dressing room in five minutes.”

The girls leave for lunch. 

Before she can head to the dressing room, loud claps catch Emma’s attention. 

Killian meets her eye and smiles. “Congratulations, love.”

“With my raise, I will be off of your couch before you know it!” She squeals in excitement as she rushes to the dressing room. 

She misses the disappointment on his face.

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[luccislegs]

Ace, Zoro and Law fem!s/o finding them drunk and making out with some else or in general, they just cheated on them and how they would react and try to mend things (wether s/o takes them back or not is up to you!)

Law didn’t drink. Not often, and certainly not as much as he did that night. That’s what he blamed it on when he woke up the next morning with an excruciating hangover and, if he was being honest, still a little drunk. You were missing from the bed beside him, but he had no time to consider it as he rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything his stomach had to offer.

He stayed there for several long moments with his cheek on his arm on the seat, his head spinning, his throat and sinuses burning, cursing himself for ever getting so drunk in the first place. He could remember absolutely nothing about the night before and that worried him. As he stood on shaky legs, he finally realized you still weren’t there, and alarm bells started ringing.

Taking a deep breath, he braced himself on the counter as he looked at himself in the mirror. The circles were deeper than usual, framing hooded, bloodshot eyes. His mouth was turned down even further, turning his perpetual dark look into a full blown scowl. 

He felt awful and he was annoyed at your absence.

As if on cue, the door opened behind him and he spun around, ready to ask you where you’ve been, but froze in his tracks when he saw the state of you.

Your eyes were rimmed red, and he would have thought you were hungover if it weren’t for the fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. You were hugging yourself close and avoiding eye contact with him, and panic immediately replaced the sluggishness.

“_____, what’s going on? What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, gripping your shoulders. The anxiety was doubling his nausea and his equilibrium felt off, the room shifting to one side momentarily.

You paused, taking in his disheveled, miserable appearance and then shook your head. “Do you-- remember anything about last night?”

Law grimaced, his hands sliding down to your elbows and his head falling to your shoulder. “No, nothing. I’m sorry if I did something. I don’t know how I got so drunk, but I feel terrible. Where have you been?”

You shifted in his hold, pulling out of his grasp and the floor seemed to move at light speed towards his face until your arms caught him around the chest. You led him to the bed and sat him down, but continued to stand.

As if he wasn’t already anxious enough, the nervous way you played with your hands and you still hadn’t looked at him was making the panic ramp up. Reaching out again, you stepped just outside of his reach, turning your head to the side and he caught a hiccup of breath from you.

“What did I do, _____? Tell me, now,” he demanded. He didn’t like the way you were playing around. He couldn’t fix it if he didn’t know what was wrong.

“You don’t remember anything from last night...Not even the person you were making out with?” you asked in a monotone. You watched him from the corner of your eye, taking in the way he jerked upright and his eyes widened, staring at you with dawning horror.

“No..._____, I didn’t-- Did I? I--” His brain was in overdrive, trying to rack for memories that just weren’t there. His heart slammed against his ribs as his head spun. No matter how drunk, how could he do that to you? “_____, I’m so sorry.”

The dam broke and tears spilled down your face again, a broken sob escaping your lips before you covered your mouth. It had been terrible, waiting all night. The only comfort you could find was sleeping on the couch beside Bepo, who was with you when you found Law. It was fitful sleep, broken by tossing and turning and bouts of silent crying.

In an instant he had his arms around you, his fingers tangled in your hair and his lips were pressed to your temple. He had no idea what had actually happened, but that didn’t matter. If you said it happened then it happened, but he couldn’t know how to make up for it.

“I don’t know what to do, Law. You don’t remember but I saw you…” you sobbed into his shoulder. His other arm was around your back, holding you so tight it hurt but it was comforting. His reaction wasn’t what you expected, which wasn’t fair because you knew that he would never do anything like that to hurt you, at least not on purpose. Remorse dripped from everything he did, from his bone-crushing hug to the endless apologies that fell from his lips.

After fighting against his feelings for you for a long time before at last breaking down to you about Cora and his childhood, he was single-mindedly loyal to you, as loyal as he was to his crew. There had never been a reason to distrust him, but that thought was at war with the image of him with someone else in his lap last night.

A sigh ruffled your hair before he pulled back and tilted your chin up. The tears streaming down your face were tearing him apart, and he wiped them away as he said, “You don’t have to do anything. This is my fault. I should never have gotten so drunk. I shouldn’t have let it happen. I’m so sorry.”

Still sniffling, you leaned into his hand, letting your eyes flutter closed. You wanted so desperately to believe him, to let it go, but the image of his lips on another person’s flashed. The pang of hurt it brought was diminished though, replaced with tiredness, and you released a sigh.

“I will fix this, _____. I promise. I love you and no one but you. This will never happen again, I swear it. Just give me a chance, please,” he asked, all but begging.

There was a desperation in his hoarse voice, panic interlaced with guilt and it struck you to the core. “Law, I want to trust you again. Please, I can’t lose you,” you said, the tears starting again and pooling against his hand. 

You stared up at him with such raw hurt that his words fled, and all he could do was nod. There was a pause before he leaned down, brushing his lips across yours. Your lips tasted like salt, but it was no less than he deserved. He was relieved when you returned the kiss, though. It told him he still had hope. 

[misc-headcanons]

Omg, YES. Hello, dear! I was waiting for this, hehehe. Law calling Dad/Mom to Roci and/or his partner for the first time, please? I don't really care about the context, it can be when he's sick, by accident-... I just think it's really cute ;^;

(😭😭😭 I love this)

Law had been searching for his hat for the past ten minutes. He could have sworn he had left it next to his bed like he did every night before going to bed, but after turning his room upside down, it still hadn't turned up. Since you were the person he trusted most (aside from Cora, of course), he had come to you for help.

He was trying not to seem too upset, but his voice wobbled a bit when he'd asked you if you'd seen his hat somewhere on the ship. You took him to the laundry room on the ship and handed it to him, explaining that you had washed it after noticing it had a few stains on the brim.

Law eagerly took his hat and put it back on his head. He didn't like that you'd taken it without asking him first, but...he did like that it didn't smell as grungy, and was a little softer now. "Thanks, mom," he said quietly. "Next time though, ask me first before taking it." He took a step towards the door to leave and froze as he realized what he'd just called you. "Um…" His cheeks turned red and he stared straight ahead, too embarrassed to even attempt to look back at you. Before you could say anything, he scurried out of the room. 

For the rest of the day, Law didn't talk to you and would quickly leave the room if you walked in. When you'd told Corazon what had happened, he'd laughed silently and nodded. (Because he needed to keep his cover, he chose to sign with you instead of speaking)

"I know. He told me a little while ago, and said that it was an accident. Said he knows you aren't his real mom, but...you act a lot like her sometimes. Listening to him, feeding and reading to him when the sickness keeps him in bed, comforting him when he has bad dreams. Stuff like that."

He paused for a moment.

"He doesn't know how to feel about it. A month or so ago, he accidentally called me 'Dad' and I think he doesn't know how to feel about that either. Doesn't want to forget his birth parents, but...he loves us like family, you know?" He reached out and squeezed your hand, and gave you a small smile.

At dinner, Law was the only one absent from the table in the kitchen. You went to his room with a plate of food and gently knocked at the door. 

"Law? It's M--it's me. I brought you something to eat."

He opened the door and looked up at you, and his cheeks were still a bit pink. When you gave him his dinner, he set it onto the desk in his room and looked at you nervously. He took a few tentative steps towards you before giving you a small hug. His voice was muffled as he buried his face against your legs.

"____...Is it okay if I call you...M-Mom...from now on?" He looked up at you. "Only when nobody's around though," he added hastily.

You smiled and bent down to return his hug. "Of course, sweetie!" You hesitated for a moment and smiled to yourself.

"And...I don't think Cora would mind if you wanted to call him Dad too."

You pretended not to hear him sniffle a bit as he rested his head on your shoulder. Even if it wasn't through blood, and it wasn't just because you were on the same crew...you, Cora, and Law were definitely family.

[nokomiss]

unprecedented times

title: Unprecedented Times

summary:   Stiles is handling quarantine like a champ, and is absolutely not pestering Derek at all.

Notes: For @lielabell, who requested sterek covid socially distancing fluff fic. Hope you enjoy!

***

Official Stilinski Mission Log: Day 2

It has been over forty-eight entire hours since having contact with the human world. Built a fort out of the toilet paper Dad commandeered from the convenience store. (okay, bought, whatever.)  Plan on living out of the fort until the world returns to normal.

Stiles was like, the best person ever to be quarantined. Like, seriously. He had an entire internet full of interesting information at his fingertips, and he absolutely did not miss Scott, and there was zero chance at all of him going all cabin fever-y and chopping through doors like Jack Nicholson.  

Zero. He was so fucking chill with not seeing or touching or being near anyone. He was going pull off this shit like The Martian. He wasn’t going to lose his shit at all.

Seriously.

*

Official Stilinski Mission Log: Day 3

Friends have abandoned me to my fate. No one is willing to rescue me from my boredom. Have tried calling most boring person possible and he managed to scowl at me over the phone. Not even video, just… an audio scowl. Probably should have recorded that for posterity,

“But you’re immune, right? So just come on over,” Stiles whined into his phone.

“We have no way of knowing that,” Derek said firmly.  Apparently he and Scott had been sharing notes, because that was exactly what he’d told Stiles, too.

“Uh, you’re a werewolf who has never had so much as sniffle? Dude, you’re invincible,” Stiles said.  

Derek sighed, and Stiles did his best to not memorize the way it sounded in his ear for replaying later on during Special Stiles Time. “Stiles. I’m not breaking quarantine just because you’re bored. It’s been two days.”

“Uh, it has now been three days, thank you very much,” Stiles informed Derek. “And I think that, if you look at the science, you’re wrong.”

“Goodbye, Stiles,” Derek said. 

“Wait! At least sing me a song--” but Derek hung up, leaving Stiles stuck in the wasteland that was his room, alone except for Netflix and Fort TP.

*

Official Stilinski Mission Log: Day 6

Fort TP has become a refuge in these troubled times. Have installed christmas lights and a Ouija board, but so far have been unable to contact any interesting conversationalists.  Had brilliant thought about creating a vaccine using werewolf dna, but realized that would infect people  with lycanthropy which potentially could cause even more problems long term.

Stiles, after suffering through an online class that was seventy percent his professor talking about the fact that it was an online class, thought he should treat himself,  so he video-called Scott.  

Scott was deemed essential, since puppies need to be fed and walked and taken care of, so Stiles got to take a tour of the vet’s office and make cooing noises at all the puppers that Scott introduced him to.  It was easily the highlight of his week.  

After Scott introduced him to a particularly charming shepherd, Stiles casually asked, “So you’ve been in town the last few months… how’s ole grumpypants holding up? Still sad and alone?”

Scott looked up from the dog, and gave Stiles the exact same look he’d just given a beagle who had fruitlessly tried to steal treats from the counter.  “Are you asking if Derek is single?”

“Uh, no, I was asking after his mental well-being,” Stiles said defensively.

“He has the pack,” Scott said. He grinned at Stiles. “Single, though. He mentioned you called him.”

“I never.. I was just bored,” Stiles said and abruptly hung up the phone, even though it meant not seeing the shepherd dance with Scott.  

*

Official Stilinksi Mission Log: Day 15

Have new working theory that Beacon Hills is actually under a curse. Maybe i should learn magic to break the spell and return life to normal. Well. What passes for normal around here.

“So like, I’ve had so much time to think, and I realized that this is like freaking utopia for you,” Stiles said.  He had chosen to ignore Scott’s teasing and continued to call Derek daily, because Derek was sad enough, he definitely needed the cheering-up that Stiles could provide.

“Is it really?” Derek’s eyebrows did the thing that they do, like they’re emojis punctuating his sentences. Like billboards over Derek’s eyes flashing the eyeroll emoji.

“I mean, brooding, staying at home, not talking to anyone… you must teach me the secrets of your ways,” Stiles said. “It’s totally unfair how good at this you are. Look at you, my man. Lemme see what you’re wearing. Are those actual jeans?”

Derek shifted the camera to focus solely on his face. “Stiles, please tell me you’re wearing pants.”

“Of course I am,” Stiles lied, even though the first rule of Fort TP was No Pants Allowed. And actually, if he was British, he wouldn’t even be lying, a fact that he considered telling Derek smugly before deciding to let it drop.  Not his underwear, but the topic. 

Not that he would be opposed to dropping his underwear for Derek, but that was neither here nor there. And a topic totally under the purview of ‘things Stiles didn’t let himself think about while actively having a conversation with Hottie McEyebrows.’

Stiles was so desperately horny, was the problem though. It wasn’t that he had an active dating life at college, but he at least had contact with other humans and that somehow made jerking off in the shower less depressing.

And he didn’t regularly video chat with Derek while at college, either, which… possibly was a contributing factor. Derek’s face should be illegal, seriously.

“If you don’t have any more insults for me,” Derek said, “I’m gonna go now.”

“And do what?” Stiles said, hoping for an exciting answer. “Gimme some ideas, Dere-bear.”

Derek blinked a few startled times, looking more like a confused kitten than the werewolf he was, and then said, “I’m going to just. Go. Now.”

Stiles tried to stop him, but the annoying thing about video calls was that he couldn’t fling himself bodily in front of the end-call button.

*

Official Stilinksi Mission Log: Day 16

Is it normal to miss standing in lines? 

When Derek answered, his hair was wet and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Water droplets rolled slowly down his pecs, as if in slow motion. 

Stiles made a sound previously only heard from Muppets and turned off his phone.

Mortified, he didn’t call Derek again for two days, even though he hovered his finger longingly over his name at least once an hour.

*

Official Stilinksi Mission Log: Day 18

A positive in all this: hiding your face in shame is so, so much easier.

Stiles kept replaying the noise he had made upon seeing Derek’s glistening torso -- and it wasn’t even like he’d never seen Derek’s shirtless body, seriously, sometimes it was like Derek was allergic to shirts, and when he did wear them, they were so stupidly tight that they might as well not even exist at all, and his reaction had been --

Well, his reaction had been what his reaction always was, only this time in his outside-voice.

Probably he was making it weirder by  not calling Derek for his daily dose of entertainment. Since Derek had to be aware of Stiles’s hormonal reaction to him. He was a werewolf. He could probably sense horny from a mile away.

Though that theory was shot down a bit by exactly how many teenagers Derek had spent prolonged amounts of time with. Stiles sent Scott a slightly panicked do werewolves smell boners text that he immediately regretted.

Scott immediately responded with an upside-down smiley face and  not through the phone.

Scott was easily the worst best friend ever. Easily.

*

Official Stilinksi Mission Log: Day Whatever

Fort TP is dwindling alarmingly. Must venture into the wastelands to procure building materials.

The grocery store, as it turned out, was still there.  Still just standing in the parking lot, lights on, shelves at least mostly full of food and essentials.

Not the essential Stiles was after, though.

He was staring woefully at the empty shelves when he heard the squeak of a cart turning into the aisle, then stopping abruptly.

“Hey, you’re going the wrong way down a one-way---” Stiles began, then stopped just as abruptly as the cart as he realized he was bitching at Derek.

Derek looked like he wanted to slink away into the shadows, but unfortunately for him, no shadows were to be found in the toilet paper aisle.  He was wearing a pink floral mask that looked absolutely precious with his leather jacket, and Stiles felt his mouth quirk up into a snicker.

“What?” Derek said defensively.

“You look cute,” Stiles said, which was true on oh so many levels, and he was so happy that his own mask (plaid and not nearly as festive) covered the blush that resulted.  Looking closer, he could see that it wasn’t a pink floral mask, but rather, a pink mask covered in tiny pastel chibi wolves.

“Cora thinks she’s funny.”  

“Cora is my favorite Hale,” Stiles said cheerfully, a total lie, but worth it to see Derek’s eyebrows veer together crankily.  

He edged his cart closer.  Close enough that he could tell that Derek, besides having put on actual jeans and leather jacket to venture to the grocery store, also smelled unfairly good. Stiles was pretty sure he smelled like Fruit Loops, and he was wearing sweatpants with a threadbare Beacon Hills t-shirt. 

Derek was absolutely close enough to smell him, and his conversation with Scott flashed through his mind like it was accompanied by the Kill Bill sirens. Whatever happened, he couldn’t let Derek know how desperately he wanted him.  

Their carts were facing each other, creating a socially responsible barrier that Stiles had never resented so fully until this moment.  “They’re out,” he said dumbly, gesturing towards the empty toilet paper shelves.

“Um, isn’t your little house made of toilet paper?” Derek asked. “Do you  really need more?”

“It’s a fort, thank you very much,” Stiles said with great dignity.  

“Sorry?” 

Stiles wondered why Derek always looked so wrong-footed when he was talking to him. 

 “It’s really nice to see you in person,” he blurted out, because apparently a side effect of never seeing people in the flesh was forgetting how to have a normal interaction with them.

But then Derek’s eyes crinkled in a way that showed he was actually smiling under his mask, and wow, Stiles hated that mask for obscuring that view, and said, “Yeah, it is.”

“Wanna shop together?” Stiles asked, because he was unwilling to walk away.

Derek nodded, and the next hour was the best Stiles had spent in months. Possibly ever, even though he never got to get any closer than six feet away.  An entire Derek length, he thought ridiculously. A prone Derek on the floor, that was the distance they had to keep.

Stiles bought way too much junk food and made fun of Derek’s basic groceries.  Leaving in separate cars felt like torture.

*

Official Stilinksi Mission Log: Day 19

Contemplating trips to the grocery store in hopes of bumping into… someone you know… is not socially responsible. Don’t do it, Stilinski.

“Stiles, you realize it’s only been a few weeks, right?” Lydia said.  He could hear the tapping of her fingertips on a keyboard in the background, and of course Lydia was still motivated enough to do schoolwork, even when talking to someone as brilliant and entertaining as Stiles.

“Lydia. You’re a genius, you know perfectly well we’ve been at this for 456 agonizing hours.”  Stiles was honestly disappointed; he’d thought that Lydia would understand his plight.

“I know, I’ve actually had the time to thoroughly research my final paper,” Lydia said happily. “I’m thinking of trying to get it published.”

“Yeah, I totally am doing that with my papers, too,” Stiles said, which. Theoretically he could, as none of his final papers had been written yet. Probably he could make a scientific breakthrough if he really wanted to.

“Uh-huh,” said Lydia, who knew him entirely too well. “So what’s your quarantine hyperfixation been? Please don’t say that tiger guy.”

“Nope,” Stiles said. “Not a tiger guy.”

“A wolf guy maybe?” Lydia’s voice was sly.

“What did Scott tell you?”

“Nothing,” Lydia sing-songed. “Allison, on the other hand, mentioned that you’re mooning over Tall, Dark and Moody.”

“I am not mooning! I have never mooned in my life,” Stiles protested.

Lydia’s silence was pointed and devastating.

“Okay,” Stiles said, because she had a fair point. “Maybe I’ve been known to moon gently over someone. But. I mean. You’ve seen him. You know what a trainwreck of precious proportions he is. I mean. I can’t help it!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Lydia said gently. “You’ve got it bad.”

Stiles couldn’t even argue.  He was so fucked.

*

Official Stilinksi Mission Log: Day 27

What a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Stiles practically skipped down the stairs, awash in his own brilliance. Building a pantry onto Fort TP was something he couldn’t believe it took him nearly thirty days to come up with.

Well, maybe he could. Things were starting to get a little fuzzy. Probably he should be putting more effort into his schoolwork.

He heard voices as he turned into the living room, but didn’t think anything of it until the couch and table came into view. Well, more notably, his father’s open laptop, full-screened onto an image of Melissa McCall with her shirt flung open.

“Oh my god,” Stiles said as Melissa echoed him and jerked her shirt closed.

“Oh my god,” said the Sheriff, and while his shirt was blissfully on, his pants were clearly unbuttoned, belt hanging open. “I forgot you were here.”

Stiles clamped his hand over his eyes, but his mind traitorously kept replaying the one-second image of Scott’s mom’s tits. “Where else would I be?”

There was a telling silence, and okay, maybe Stiles’ brain wasn’t the only fuzzy one around here.

“I’m just gonna…” Stiles kept his hand over his eyes resolutely as he backed out of the living room towards the front door. “Leave. Now.”

“You don’t have to--” his dad said, though even to Stiles’ ears it didn’t sound sincere.

“Bye,” Stiles said, flinging himself out the front door and finally removing his hand from his eyes. Then he remembered, oh yeah, keys are a thing that exist, and knocked loudly before opening the door again and grabbing them.

Stiles drove aimlessly around town, drumming his fingertips on his steering wheel, full of nervous energy. He thought about calling Scott, but he didn’t trust himself to not blurt out something about how great his mom’s tits were, so he decided that only one of them truly needed to be traumatized this day. Things were rough enough as is.

Eventually, aimless driving lead him to the parking lot outside Derek’s loft.  Stiles sat in the Jeep for a few long moments, trying to decide whether this was a good idea or not, before deciding, fuck it.

He went inside.  Knocked on Derek’s door, like that was a normal thing he did all the time. And when Derek opened a few moments later, a confused look on his face, Stiles further added to his confusion by flinging himself forward.  His rough plan had been to hug him -- it had been so long since he’d had physical contact -- but apparently his body didn’t quite get that memo and instead he kissed him, full on the lips.

“Mmrph?” Derek said into his mouth, which -- okay, that made it even better.  Derek seemed to think so, too, as the kiss lasted way longer than an impulsive greeting-kiss between friends ought to. Probably included more tongue, too, but who was Stiles to say that wasn’t normal.

When they broke apart, panting, and Derek looking almost preciously confused, Stiles said, “Hey, now we have to quarantine together. Neat.”

“What?” Derek blinked at him a few times.

Stiles pushed his way into Derek’s loft, glorying in how different it was from his own room, and said, “I’m just gonna hang out here until the plague’s up.”

He headed over to the sink, washing his hands like a responsible houseguest as he explained the situation. “And they were doing that right there, in front of my Twizzlers!” he concluded.  

Derek just said, “Everyone’s a little frustrated right now…” like he thought that the Sheriff had every right to have sexy video meetings right there in the living room.

“Of course we are!” Stiles exclaimed, inadvertently flinging soap across the room. He finished rinsing his hands as he said, “but we keep that shit to our bedrooms and the shower, right?”

There was a faint flush to Derek’s unfairly beautiful cheekbones, and -- oh, okay, so maybe Derek didn’t. Stiles cast his eyes around the room and felt a montage of Derek having Special Derek Time in various spots around the loft flash before his eyes. Probably now Derek wasn’t the only one blushing.

“Well,” Stiles said. “I mean.” He looked around again. “As your houseguest, I grant you full permission to do… whatever you like… in the living room.”

“Gracious of you,” Derek muttered. Then he looked back at the door. “Wait, houseguest? You don’t even have bags.”

Stiles didn’t. Stiles decided to brazen it out. “Where we’re going, I won’t need bags. Or clothes. Hopefully?”

Derek blinked at him again, and Stiles decided that meant to go for it, so he kissed him again, this time with intent.

“Yeah, okay, it is unprecedented times,” Derek mumbled into his mouth. “Clothes are very much optional.”

Stiles didn’t need to be told twice.

[fluffy-marshmallow-heart]

20 Seconds of Courage -Part 17

The Elementalist au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

Words: 1604

Warnings: NSFW

Series master List

Complete Master List

Arriving home, the tension between Beckett and Oriana was palpable. He’d told the officers everything he knew about his sister’s death and they said they’d be in touch. Oriana was finally released, though she still wasn’t quite herself.  Beckett led her over to the couch, pulling her into his arms. He was hurt, but also just happy she was safe, and wanted to be as close to her as possible.

  He could feel her blinking against his chest, and soon felt wetness and heard sniffles. He gently hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Don’t cry.” He told her gently. “You’re home now, you’re safe, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Stop being so nice.” She hiccupped. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Oriana, listen. I think…no, I know…you went out with the best of intentions. You didn’t set out with the intent to hurt my feelings. I know the Jason thing is hard to believe. I’d like us to just…put this behind us. Please.” Beckett murmured, stroking her hair with his hand.

“But…”

“No buts.” He interrupted. “I could have lost you. Forever. In the worst way possible. I’m not about to start fighting with you over what you did or did not do. You don’t remember, you can’t defend yourself, and that’s not a fair argument. If you ever remember your side of the story, then I want to hear it, and we can discuss it then. But not before that. I love you so much, Ori. I won’t let a misunderstanding or miscommunication come between us. We’re much stronger than that. I just want to take care of you right now, please let me do that for you.”

“Why are you so good to me?” She whispered.

Beckett smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Because you’re my world, Oriana. You’re my everything. And something terrible just happened to you.”

Another tear escaped from her eye and trickled down her face. Beckett softly wiped it away with his thumb before moving his hand to caress her cheek as he leaned down and kissed her slowly. “And also because I love you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe…maybe we’re just not meant to be.” She murmured into his lips, causing him to freeze and pull back. He sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish I could make love to you right now. I’d show you why that’s not true.” He replied sadly. “I know I said a lot of things at the hospital, and so did the doctors and police and I know your mind is reeling.” He looked back at her. “Do…you believe me? About my sister?”

“I do. Of course, I do.”

“Do you trust me? Do you trust that I’ve never lied to you?”

Her eyes were welling up with tears again. “Yes.”

Beckett turned onto his side to face her, taking her hand. “Do you still want to be with me? Do you actually see a future together? Just…be honest. I can handle it.”

“I do. I want everything with you.” She breathed.

Beckett scoot closer to her, capturing her lips with his own before trailing a hand down the curves of her body and resting on her hip. “Then let’s have everything.”

Oriana leaned in and kissed him hungrily, wrapping her arms around him, before he pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him. She ground against him and he groaned.

“Shit, Ori, we can’t do this right now.”

“The doctor said I can resume normal activity.” She responded breathlessly, her kisses becoming more fierce.

“Oriana, stop.” Beckett grabbed her arms, pulling her away from him. He didn’t miss the unmistakable hurt written all over her features because she stood up abruptly and left the room. He sat there feeling ashamed of himself. He was giving her mixed signals, he knew. But she wasn’t the only one hurting.

Oriana went into their bedroom, closing the door and letting her tears fall freely as she disrobed and climbed into bed, yanking the blankets over herself completely. She cried into her pillow to muffle the sound. She hated herself in this moment. She completely betrayed the love of her life, and didn’t know how to fix it. One minute he’s telling her he loves her and wants the world with her, but the next minute he’s pushing her away…literally. She heard the door open and close.

“Ori…?”

“Go away.” She cried. “Just leave me and get it over with.”

The bed dipped next to her, and a second later the blanket lifted and Beckett appeared, pulling the blanket back over them both. “I don’t know how to fix this. I’m sorry, I wish I did. I wish I could say that what you did had no effect on me, especially since you can’t remember doing it. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I never saw that stupid bracelet.”

Oriana scoffed and turned her back to him, unable to stop the flow of tears. A warm arm wrapped around her as Beckett’s sculpted body pressed into her back, spooning her. “I’m not going to leave you, Oriana.” His breath was hot in her ear. “You’ve been through a trauma. Which, in turn, traumatized me as well. We need each other. We love each other. We’ll figure it out, I promise. I refuse to give up on us. So…please tell me you feel the same.”

“And what if I don’t.” It was a statement, not even a question.

“Then I’ll have to make you fall in love with me all over again.” He teased lightly, nibbling her ear. “I’ll have to remind you of all the reasons I love you.”

Oriana gasped as he trailed kisses along her neck and jawline, moving his hand to caress her breast, tweaking her nipple as she whimpered. Beckett chuckled lightly as she began writhing against him.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want to make love to you, Ori. I can’t keep my hands off you. I have to kiss you like I have to breathe.  I need you.” He finished, his voice hoarse.

“I need you, Beckett. I need you to show me you love me, that you won’t leave me over this.”

“Never.” He assured. “Our emotions are running high. But I won’t leave you, Oriana, ever. If anyone wants out of this…it’s going to be you. You’d be the one leaving, not me.”

“But you said…”

“Forget about that. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong Oriana. Forgive me.” He dropped kisses to her bare shoulder. “You shouldn’t have gotten naked. You know I can’t resist you.”

Oriana let out a watery laugh. “Yes, you figured out my master plan.”

“Tell me what you want. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I want to feel you inside of me.” He could barely hear her, her voice was so low and thick with emotion.

“You sure?” He asked, his heart beating faster.

She nodded, and he let go of her breast to fumble with his pants and kick them off before wrapping his arm back around her.

“I’ll go really slow.” He gently pressed his tip into her tightness, moaning at how wet she was. He paused when he was all the way inside. “Are you okay?”

“Yes”

He moved slowly in and out of her, thrusting as soft and gentle as he could, not wanting to get her heart rate too high. He peppered her shoulders and back with kisses until he moved his hand to her chin and turned her head to face his so he could kiss her lips. They kissed until they came, their quiet moans of ecstasy filling the room as their bodies found their release. He pulled out of her, turning her to face him so her breasts were pressed against his chest as they continued to kiss sweetly.

Running his hands through her hair he finally pressed one last kiss to her lips before pulling slightly back and gazing deep into her eyes. “We’ll be okay.” He told her again. “Maybe not immediately. We both have our demons, Ori, I know that now. It’s not just me.”

“Can we face them together?” She whispered.

He nodded, smiling. “I’d really love that.”

“Beck…I don’t think I can continue working, at least, not if it’s with Jason. The next time I see him, I want it to be as he’s being arrested with no chance of being released.”

“I’ll make sure he loses his job and is blacklisted from every company within 400 miles.” Beckett didn’t miss a beat and was already thinking about what calls to make to ensure Jason wouldn’t find a job, but also would ensure he wouldn’t leave the area for a while. “We’ll also talk to Alex and maybe even Michael together, and see what they want to do. Maybe this project will be postponed or scrapped altogether.”

“Okay.”

Beckett kissed the top of her head, smiling down at her. “Do you trust me?”

Oriana grinned, feeling a weight being lifted off her shoulders. “Always.” Her smile faded momentarily. “But do you trust me?”

“If we don’t keep any more secrets from each other, tell each other what’s going on, and don’t sneak off while one is sleeping…yes. I’ll trust you.”

She took a shuddery breath while nodding. “So what do we do now?”

Beckett paused. “Now we rest. Tomorrow we’ll start dealing with the world. But for today…it’s just us.”

“That sounds perfect.” She whispered, leaning forward and kissing him again.

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.33

Word Count: 2,353

Characters: Derek Hale (brief), Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall (mentioned), Allison Argent (mentioned), Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Deucalion, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: shitty writing, small fluff, angst, character death(s)

A/N: thanks to everyone who’s binged this series in the past few days, this part will let you all down majorly with it’s bad writing so sorry in advance

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“Dad? No!” you fell to your knees, your hands shaking as you pulled out the glass shard from his chest. You could see the blood spilling out as you put your hands on it, putting pressure to stop the blood.

“S-Say something,” you said shakily, pressing onto his wound.

His eyes were closed, you could see more and more blood spilling.

“Oh, god! Dad, please, please don’t die,” you cried as his body laid in front of you.

You could tell he was already gone, his body was limp as he laid in front of you. He wasn't breathing.

“(Y/N), what's going on… holy shit!” Isaac stood in front of you, looking down in shock.

Your eyes were red as you looked up at him, drenched in your dad’s blood.

“I-I killed him,” you stuttered, gasping for air.

“What happened?” Isaac ran to you.

“I-I….” you could feel your head pounding as you wheezed, trying to breathe.

“I-I need to…. his body,” you cried.

“Shit! O-Okay, this is what we're gonna do. I-I’ll get rid of his body. Y-You need to clean up the blood a-and the glass and anything that shows he was here,” Isaac said, sitting next to you.

“I killed him, Isaac! I-I killed…” you sobbed loudly, as you looked at your hands, covered in blood.

“(Y/N)! You need to get it together. We need to do this now! What if someone heard you? What if someone comes? We need to do this now,” Isaac yelled. standing up.

“I-Isaac, I-I killed him,” you cried.

“(Y/N),” he grabbed your arm, pulling you up roughly.

“We need to do this now. Go!” he yelled as you nodded your head, running to your bathroom, gathering cleaning supplies.

---

You held your head in your hands, shaking as you took deep breaths, remembering the event from the previous night.

Isaac disappeared, you hadn't seen him since then. He must've spent the night someplace else.

Flashes of images. Blood on your hands and clothes. Blood spilled on your floor. A body. A dead body. Your father’s body.

You felt shivers go down your spine as you gripped your head, rocking slightly.

You couldn't hear the noise of someone knocking on your door, too preoccupied with your thoughts.

“(Y/N),” you jumped as Cora walked to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“What happened? What's wrong?” she asked.

You wiped your face, standing up.

“N-Nothing’s wrong,” you shook your head.

She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. She always knew when you were lying.

“What happened?” she asked again.

“Nothing happened,” you said again.

“Just tell me,” she said.

“D-Don’t worry about it,” you replied softly.

“(Y/N)...” she started.

“What are you doing here?” you tried to change the topic.

She gave you a look, before sighing.

“I’m going to Beacon Hills, I need Isaac and Boyd,” Cora explained.

“Why?” you asked.

“The alpha pack is coming after Derek tonight. He needs help, even if he won’t admit it,” you bit your lip softly, taking a deep breath.

“Oh,” you replied.

“Okay, seriously? What’s going on?” Cora asked.

“Why do you think something's going on?” you asked softly.

“Because I know you,” she shrugged.

“Please, Cora, I’m fine. Just stop asking me,” you rubbed your head.

“If you’re fine, then spend the day with me. We’re going to Beacon Hills,” Cora shrugged.

“I-I can’t. I have to go to my actual school,” you replied.

“Now that's a lie. You don't care about college. Just drop out already,” she said.

“I do care, I want to do something in my life, not be a 20-year-old who runs after teenagers who don't know how to do anything in life,” you said.

Cora laughed loudly, leaning onto you.

“That is what he does. Oh, come on, (Y/N), please?” she begged.

“I can’t even get into the school, I’m not a student anymore,” you said.

“They have no security at the school. Come on,” she linked arms with you, pulling you with her.

The real reason was that you didn’t want to see Isaac. Not after last night. He was very clearly trying to keep his distance, as well as you.

“What happened to that glass vase thingy?” Cora asked, you could feel your heart racing.

“It broke,” you said softly.

“Okay, then. Come on, let's go,” she kept pulling

you until you agreed to go.

---

“Cora? What are you doing here?” you heard Isaac say, calling from behind the two of you.

You turned around, as his eyes went wide, looking at you. You bit your lip, looking down.

Cora eyed the two of you.

“I need you to go to Derek. You and Boyd. The alpha pack is going to go after him and he needs help,” Cora said.

“Yeah, of course. Uhm, we’ll go now,” he said, nodding softly as he took a step back.

Don't do it, (Y/N)

You found yourself running to Isaac, pulling him aside.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m okay. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Just… be careful,” he said softly.

You hugged him softly, as he rested his chin on your head.

“Crap, I have to go now. I’ll see you,” he waved at you, walking away.

“What happened? You have to tell me,” Cora said.

“Let’s go,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Did you see that?” Cora said, looking behind you.

“What was it?” you asked, turning around to see an empty hallway.

“Oh hell no,” she ran to the fire alarm, pulling it.

“Cora, what the hell-” she held your hand, pulling you outside of Coach’s office.

Aiden ran out of the office as you raised an eyebrow, eyes dropping as you saw Lydia standing in front of you.

Your jaw dropped as you stared at her.

“What are you two doing here?!” she exclaimed.

“Next time I catch the two of you together, I won't just pull the fire alarm,” Cora threatened.

You stood quietly, watching the two of them talking while your mind drifted away. 

Not now

You turned your back to them, rubbing your fingers through your hair.

“(Y/N),” Cora called.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” you wiped your eyes as you made your way through the hallway, going to the bathroom.

---

You could see your hands shaking, your teeth chattering as you leaned on the sink, closing your eyes.

You heard the door creak, as your head shot up, looking around.

You immediately recognized the sound of a walking cane tapping the tiles.

You turned around, clenching your jaw as you watched Deucalion walk into the bathroom.

You stepped back, away from him.

“I’m not here to hurt you, (Y/N),” he said.

“Get away from me,” you spat.

“How did it feel?” he asked you.

“What are you talking about?” you paused, looking at him cautiously.

“Killing him,” he replied.

You felt your spine shiver as your heart began to race.

“I-I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stuttered.

“It must've felt amazing. Killing him. He tried to kill you twice, didn’t he?” Deucalion stepped closer to you, while you felt your back hit the wall.

You remained quiet, taking a deep breath as you looked down.

“You watched him bleed out. You watched him suffering. It made you feel good,” he said.

“What do you want?” you spat.

“I want to help you,” he said.

“I don't need your help. You almost killed…” you started.

“Derek doesn't care about you anymore. He made that clear. Look at your eyes, (Y/N). You’ll need my help,” he lowered his glasses, his eyes flashing red before he walked away from you.

You exhaled sharply, leaning against the sink as you looked at your eyes in the mirror. You gasped softly, looking at your eyes, which were pitch-black.

You shit your eyes tightly, taking a deep breath as you get your heart stop. You whimpered softly, opening your eyes slowly, as they reverted to their normal color.

“(Y/N),” you jumped as Cora stood by the door, crossing her arms.

“Y-Yeah,” you turned to her.

“What is up with you? Something clearly happened,” Cora crossed her arms, giving you a look.

“Nothing happened. What is it?” you wiped your face, walking to her.

“The vet was taken. Stiles thinks Lydia can help,” Cora explained, giving you a look.

“Well then let’s go,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you walked past her, walking away.

---

“Hey, is it too much to ask you guys to get off your phones?! We need help here!” Stiles exclaimed grumpily while you put your phone down, getting a look from Cora.

“What are we doing?” you asked.

“We’re trying to get Lydia to tell us where Deaton is,” you raised an eyebrow as Stiles put a ouija board in front of the four of you.

“Stiles, her powers don’t work like that,” you started.

“Shhh, c’mon it's worth a try,” you sighed, rubbing your head before placing your hands on the board.

“Where is Deaton?” Stiles asked aloud.

The three of you looked at Lydia, who raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, me?” she said.

“Yes, you,” Stiles replied.

You turned your head to Cora, who continued to give you a look.

You knew you had to tell her eventually, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. 

“Okay, how about a break, and then we come back, yeah? (Y/N),” Cora grabbed your arm, pulling you out the door before you had a chance to reply.

You heard Stiles’ frustrated groans as the two of you left.

“Cora,” you started.

“I know we haven't seen each other for a long time. But you’re still my best friend and I still care about you. I'm here for you, (Y/N),” she started.

You could feel your body getting warmer as you rubbed your neck.

“I know that, but,” you tried to speak.

“So do you just not trust me anymore? Is that it?” she asked softly.

You wiped your face nervously, rubbing your fingers through your hair.

“I trust you, Cora. O-Of course I trust you. B-But this is….” your voice broke as you took a deep breath.

“(Y/N), there’s nothing that can happen, that you can do, that will change anything between us,” she held your hand softly as you sniffled.

“I-I….” you stopped as your voice broke, unable to say the words.

“(Y/N),” she said softly.

“I killed… I killed someone,” you saw her entire body tense up as her hand dropped from yours.

“I-I didn’t mean to. I-I lost control… and,” you stuttered as tears fell from your face.

“Okay, hey, it’s okay,” Cora wrapped her arms around you tightly.

“I’m a terrible person, I-I…” you held your cries in as you held onto her.

“It’s not… It’s okay. We’ll figure this out,” she cooed softly.

“Isaac got rid of his body and that’s why I-I didn't tell you. I-I lost control and I-I killed him and I didn't mean to, I was just so mad and…” you continued crying while Cora wrapped her arms around you.

“It's okay, I understand,” she said softly, holding onto you.

---

You, Stiles, Lydia, and Cora made your way to the loft. After the day’s unsuccessfulness with trying to help figure out where Deaton was, Scott and Allison found a way to find him. For whatever reason, they all lied to you about what it was, and Cora said she’d tell you later. 

Isaac texted you, saying they needed help. Kali and the other alphas somehow figured out Boyd’s plan of stopping Kali from killing Derek.

“What do we have to do?” Stiles whispered as the four of you made your way to the electric room.

“When Isaac texts me, start flipping all these switches. It’ll get the power back on, and shock Kali,” you explained.

You waited for a minute, before hearing your phone buzz. Isaac texted you.

“Now,” the four of you quickly flipped on the switches.

“Now what?” Cora asked.

“Let’s go,” you motioned up, as the four of you ran to the loft.

---

You and Cora ran in first, pushing Ethan and Aiden into the water, as Isaac ran, holding Jennifer back.

You looked down at her, as she gave you a look.

You took a deep breath, turning away from her.

“I-It’s off,” Cora gasped.

“What do you mean?” you exclaimed.

“Power. Look,” she said.

You saw as Ethan and Aiden wrapped their arms around Boyd, holding him up.

“W-What are they doing to him?” you said nervously.

Kali held Derek’s hands up, his claws coming out of his fingers, as he tried to fight her grip.

You gasped loudly, as tears instantly came to your eyes, watching as Derek’s class went into Boyd’s chest.

“N-No,” you pulled Cora’s arm, holding her back as she tried to run to him.

You watched as Kali, Ethan and Aiden walked past all of you, leaving Derek’s loft. Kali looked at you, winking before walking out. Cora pushed away from you, running to Boyd’s body as she cried. Your eyes were red as you looked at Derek, tears falling from his eyes. Boyd laid on the floor, lifeless while Cora held him.

“Boyd…” you looked at Isaac, who wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face.

You felt your tears fall freely, as you held onto Isaac tightly.

---

“Why does everyone around me keep dying?” you stroked Isaac's hair softly as he laid in your lap, on your bed.

“My mom’s dead, my brother's dead. My dad’s dead, and now Boyd too. D-Derek…. you’re the only person I have, (Y/N),” he shifted his position, laying down next to you.

“It’s gonna be okay, Isaac,” you said softly.

“I-It’s not. I-I’m scared to have people around me now. I can’t keep…” you wiped his tears softly, looking at him.

“You’re always going to have me,” you whispered.

More tears rushed to his eyes as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, while he buried his face in your chest, holding onto you.

[choicecrossover]

Marcel - Mon Journal: Avec Kamilah Et Filippa

Marcel: Good evening mes amies. Merci for letting me interview you both. You know how I just love to write in my journal.

Filippa: Oh, patatina, he is precious!

Marcel: Merci, ma chère.

Kamilah: *Shuffles in her seat* I understand that you enjoy the "process" Marcel, but could we perhaps move this along?

Marcel: Always in such a rush. It is just so lovely to see you in love, Kamilah! How exactly did the two of you meet?

Kamilah: I found her painting in the moonlight and admired her work, so I became her patron.

Filippa: I was struggling financially but this perfect woman came along and saved my life.

Marcel: *Gasps* OH! How terribly romantic!

Kamilah: *Smiles faintly* Yes, I suppose it is.

Marcel: This is wonderful, mes amies. When did you know you were meant to be together?

Kamilah: From the day we met.

Filippa: Really?

Kamilah: Yes. Do you remember that we took a stroll until sunrise?

Filippa: Of course I do, patatina.

Kamilah: That was when I fell in love with you.

Marcel: *Sniffling* This is too much. I need a tissue. Please, pardon me whilst I clean myself up.

Filippa: Are you okay?

Marcel: It's just... I feel so emotional seeing my beautiful friend truly happy. I have never seen her so in love.

Kamilah: Why don't we try a more lighthearted question?

Marcel: Of course! *Blows his nose* What would be your dream vacation?

Kamilah: I want to take her back to Egypt with me. To show her where I grew up. *Turns to Filippa* There is so much I want to show you.

Filippa: *Eyes widening* I would be honoured to travel by your side. My dream vacation for us would be somewhere beautiful, so that I could paint whilst being by her side.

Marcel: *Tearing up* Please don't make me cry again!

Kamilah: You're so sensitive, Marcel.

Filippa: Patatina, we mustn't criticise him for expressing himself. He is a beautiful soul, so full of love.

Kamilah: *Sighing* I suppose you're right. Please continue Marcel, even if you're going to cry the whole time.

Marcel: No more tears, mes amies, I promise. *Clears throat* What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve faced as a couple?

Filippa: Dying was rather frightening to tell you the truth. I thought I would never see my patatina again. I'm just so relieved that she made me one of you so we could be together forever.

Kamilah: *Gripping Filippa's knee* Yes, I think knowing that we're constantly in a state of hiding. That has been tricky. But we're managing. There is a villain around at the moment who kills our kind, though, and I'm not too happy about it.

Marcel: Ah, yes, The Wolf of Venice, non?

Kamilah: That's right.

Marcel: Be careful out there! Perhaps Gaius could offer you-

Kamilah: What's your next question?

Marcel: Very well. What’s your favourite thing about the other person?

Filippa: Oh, what isn't to love about this beautiful woman? Just look at her! She's perfect in every way. She is kind, smart, loving and between you and I... *whispering* she is an EXCELLENT lover!

Kamilah: Filippa! I don't think Marcel needed to know that.

Marcel: *Giggling* Oh please go on, mes amies! This is very amusant.

Filippa: Honestly, there's this thing she does where she touches my-

Kamilah: Okay, topolina, let's move this along.

Filippa: But you haven't told your friend what your favourite thing about me is yet.

Kamilah: *Thoughtful pause* Honestly? that's because there isn't just one thing. It's everything. Every inch of you is everything I've ever wanted or needed. Every moment that we're together is how I imagine true bliss. I could never choose a favourite attribute. Because every part of you is my favourite.

Marcel: Oh Kamilah... you really love her, non? But what about Gaius? Does he know about Filippa?

Kamilah: No. And I hope that you won't share our little journal interview with him.

Marcel: Of course not, ma chérie.

Kamilah: Was that your last question?

Marcel: Just one more! Where do you see yourself in five years?

Filippa: In the arms of my love. Perhaps travelling with her. Painting her still.

Kamilah: I prefer to focus on the present to be honest Marcel, but if I had to give an answer, I would also say travelling with Filippa.

Marcel: C'est parfait. Merci beaucoup, dames.

Kamilah: Any time Marcel. See you again soon.

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Midnight Steter ideas (delusions) #1.1

Hi, this was removed from my page for some reason so this is actually me reposting this story. even though its the first of this little series of mine... technically.

What if stiles and derek are childhood friends?

like… they had the same classes together, were the same age, grew up together and all that?

And Derek and Laura still vanish right after the fire. Leaving behind stiles and peter

And stiles can’t understand why.

Because it hurt like he had lost family too

Because after his dad fell into his drunk depression he spent all his time at the hale house

And suddenly the people who loved him and fed him and helped him with his homework are gone

And sure, the last few months he had seen a little less of them

Because Derek had found better friends and had started to ignore him

But he still babysat cora sometimes. Peter still picked him up from the library sometimes with Laura or talia or Jonah to stop by the diner on the way home to get something to eat. And now Laura and Derek are gone, and stiles never even saw him aside from that devastating night standing outside of his father’s police cruiser hearing peters screams as he was carted away in the ambulance. Derek made eye contact with him then just left.

And he thought maybe they were going to the hospital

So stiles begged his dad to drive him over

And he sat in peters room watching him breath through all the machines. He sat and he waited and he waited and they never showed up

Until his father comes in at 4 am covered in soot with a grim expression in his face

Saying that they had left and he didn’t know where

And stiles just, squares his shoulders and tells his dad to go to home, get a shower and get some rest.

And his dad prompts him to come with him but he shakes his head face grim. As he looks at peters pain twisted scars. “I’m staying here dad… I’ll come home in the morning when Mellissa comes on shift.” And John knowing a lost fight when he sees one just swipes his hand down his tired face and nods backing out.

John doesn’t go home that night. He sleeps on the cot in the station going over everything he can. The hale were friends and he wants to know how this happened. Beside he doesn’t come home much anyway….

Neglectful dad… great cop… but he tries.

As soon as John leaves the room stiles grabs peters non burned hand. And just starts talking

Not knowing if peter can hear him. But knows peter would want the truth

“Hey peter… it’s… it’s just us now… I mean Derek and Laura are still alive, but they…” he shook his head and swallowed his grief. “They left us peter.” His grip tightened as a surge of rage welled up from beneath the hurt. “They just… they tucked tail and ran.”

And he knows it’s not fair

Being mad at them

They just lost their entier family in one night

And grief is handled in different ways

If peter were able he would have laughed at the analogy

But he couldn’t

So silence hung in the room

As stiles breathed deep and rest his head against the unmarried half of his chest

Listening to the steady thrum of peters heart

“You’ll get better… you’ll get better and I’ll be here, and you won’t be alone…. you won’t.” He whispered fiercely

He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t dream of fire.

Within peter. In the dark… buried beneath the pain and the loss. His wolf howled mournfully and with rage. Latching onto the single pack thread that still glowed strong. Latched onto it with teeth and claws and held on for all he was worth. The bright gold thread pulsing with the same hurt and rage. “Friend, pack, safe, protect” his wolf felt. And settled into the darkness to heal.

Stiles is Derek’s age?… maybe?

He baby sat cora who is scots age

He sometimes babysits scott too

Since Melissa took such good care of him and his dad. That’s why he knows her

So he is 15? Now… 16?

Or is he 17… since Derek was 15 for page… but that death didn’t happen. Because that was about the time stiles mom died and so most of the hales were hovering around the stilinskis at the time. Including peter.

So Paige just moved away

Derek was still sad… but not distraught

But still fell into kate anyway

The French teacher… stiles took Spanish so he didn’t see it. Didn’t know that was why Derek had pulled away.

Anyway, stiles is… 17. Old enough to drive and have a job and shit…

Melissa jostles stiles awake around 9am telling him to go home and take a shower that he smells like fire. Stiles flinches and Melissa curses her stupid mouth. She hugs the boy. And stiles cards his long fingers gently through peters hair. Before bidding goodbye. And driving home.

Stiles doesn’t see the cruiser in the drive way

Assumes his dad stayed at the precinct again

As usual. It stopped hurting a long time ago.

And goes to unlock the door

He almost didn’t hear it

Almost in his tired state dismissed it as a noise he made or a delusion all together

But something prickles at the back of his neck tugs on his chest, made him take notice. Made him check

He strained his ears and heard it again. A noise from the tree house in the back of his yard that he and Derek and Laura (his dad and peter and talias husband Lukas) has built when they were younger.

And his heart lept, for a moment stiles though it might be Derek, maybe he had waited to say goodbye after all?

Maybe… maybe… the sudden quiet sounds of a baby crying make all his thoughts stop as he rushed around to the back of the house and scaled the tree.

There, covered in mud and soot and blood sat little Cora hale and the youngest of the hale family. Malia, daughter of peter. A scandal that had shocked the whole hale family when the mother had left her on the portch with but a short note attached. Even more surprising was when peter stepped up to take care of her.

Cora sat curled into the corner of the tree house with baby malia clutched to her chest like a life line. Wedged between a beanbag chair and the wall.

Not knowing what to say, stiles took in the wild harried frightened state of her and said the first thing that came to mind

“I bet you two are pretty hungry by now huh?”

Hitting himself for not knowing what to say was so busy berating himself that he almost didn’t catch the baby and child who had all but flung herself at stiles sobbing

Gently pulling the whimpering baby from Cora’s grasp as she in turn latched her small arms around his middle. He checked over the slightly damp disgruntled baby. In one hand and then curled the other around Cora. “Hey there dragon slayer, you’re safe now, you protected the princess in the tower and the evil has fled. You were so brave and did such a good job. None of the dragons fire touched her. How about I reward your bravery, with a nice meal and a hot bath?” Cora nodded into stiles stomach where her sobs were starting to wind down. And pulled away.

When stiles baby sat scott and Cora it was always a game they played. The tree house being the tower… though usually stiles ended up being the princess

While Cora and scott slayed imaginary dragons

Carefully stiles tucked the baby close to him and climbed out of the thankfully low to the ground tree house.

Watching carefully as Cora nimbly decended and latched herself to stiles like a lamprey. Stiles wound his free hand around her small shoulders and guided her into the house through the back door and into the kitchen.

He emmediately started heating a bottle of milk for malia and making a cup of cocoa for Cora. And as she sniffles quietly over her mug. Stiles pulled the milk off the stove to let it cool and called his dad from the phone in the kitchen.

His dad picked up on the 2nd ring. Sighing. “Hey stiles, I know I’m not home and I said I would be, but I’ve still got paperwork and.” Stiles cut his dad off mid rant. “That’s great and all but I’ve got two tiny hales sitting in my kitchen, and I need you to not freak out, or tell anyone they are here until you’ve finished your investigation, can you do that? Because if you can’t, I will take them and hide. Because something has Cora spooked and she is the bravest of literally all the hales.” At that Cora looked up both surprised and pleased. Then went back to slowly sipping her cocoa.

“Stiles… I know you, we can set them up in a safe house or something, this isn’t your responsibility. Yes they were good to you, but I won’t be around to help you take care of them.” Stiles cut him off again.

“No, they aren’t my responsibility, but they are mine. My friends. My family, mine. And I won’t abandon them just like I would never abandon you. Now don’t argue with me or I’ll make you eat green foods only for the rest of the month. I need to call Melissa so she can come over and make sure neither Cora or Malia have any lasting damage due to smoke inhalation.”

“After that, and only after we know they are physically okay, can you start your questioning. Okay? Good. I’ll make stake tonight. You can even have mashed potatoes with extra cheese like you like.” And then befor his dad could argue or respond he hung up

And dialed the hospital to talk to Mellissa

Once Melissa was in the phone he gave her the rundown requesting her to pick up some clean Cora and Malia sized clothes, which he knew she would know sizes since she also had babysat the smaller hales from time to time seeing as they were in the same class as scott and had gotten along well.

After stiles hung up. He turned to Cora. “So I know you heard all that, and know Melissa is coming over wit some clean clothes for you, but I bet you’d like to go ahead and take a bath. Get all that mud and everything off of you.” At this cora nodded quickly and made her way to the bathroom upstairs shedding her clothes like a tiny tornado. Stiles just smiled and picked them up and threw them in the bin in the kitchen before making his way upstairs to find Cora already making a bubble bath

He laughed as Cora all but flung herself into the bubble bath, busting herself with some of the toys she had left the last time stiles had babysat them over night. When Cora caught him staring she tilted her head in question. “Nothing just though you had the right idea with the bubble bath. Hope don’t mind wearing one of my tee shirts when you get out… I’ll even let you wear the lacrosse hoodie okay?” At this Cora cheered. “Thanks stiles!” And then dunked her head under the water sloshing some of it into the bathroom floor.

Stiles laughed and started pulling off malias dirty clothes and diaper. Washing her in the sink while singing the little mermaid with Cora.

After maila was in a fresh diaper and swaddled in the softest blanket. And Cora wash swimming in stiles lacrosse hoodie. Stiles had barely sat down on the couch when the doorbell rang. Instantly Cora had wedged herself behind stiles unsure of who was visiting. Only to relax completely when Melissa came barging through the door. With bags of baby stuff and things for a 6 year old little girl.

And surprisingly, or not surprisingly a small sad eyed scott and food groceries.

As soon as Cora saw scott and his puppy eyes it was wailing all over again. The two 6 year olds crying and hugging in a pile on the living room floor.

And pain lanced through stiles heart at he was once again reminded of everything they had lost, the Cora had lost. But he still had Cora and Malia and peter. So he would hold up. For them. Always. He shushed Malia before she started crying with the sad duo. And pulled blanked and pillows off the couch onto the floor for a now exhausted scott and Cora to curl up on and under. And pressed play on the remote for the vcr. Letting lilo and stitch play in the background for them while he brought Melissa into the kitchen with himself and a now sleeping malia.

They traded loads. Melissa taking Malia and a new onesie she had bought on her way over with many other essentials. And sat at the kitchen table dressing her and stile quickly rifled through the bags sorting them and putting the food away.