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-Just a Few Scratches-

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

word count: 4.36k

warnings: injury/blood

desc: you get injured trying to solve xavier's problems for him. silly you :)

a/n: im having a field day writing all my fic ideas :)) can't decide if the next one will be another xavier or wednesday

edit: pt 2 is now posted! 🦭

"fuck, fuck!" xavier yelled, sprinting across the field of pine needles before him and leaping over bushes and rocks.

cold sweat dripped down his flushed face; he could feel tears sting the back of his eyes. xavier felt like he could puke as he ran, but only one thing occupied his mind:

"(y/n)!"

> > >

-5 hours prior-

“are you doing okay, xavier?" you ask with worry. after class you had to stay late to ask the teacher something, so it was a surprise when you found xavier sitting on a bench in the hallway with his head in his hands.

he jolted. looking up, he seemed tired. really tired. you noticed the purple bags under his eyes and the way his breathing appeared to be unsteady.

xavier tried to smile, but it instantly fell off his face when he met your gaze. he bit the inside of he cheek to keep salty tears from spilling out of his eyes.

"I... " he began, but it came out as a strangled sob.

the sight of his pitiful state filled you with worry, and you picked up your pace as you sped over to him.

standing in front of xavier, you ask, "have you been sleeping? you look like a wreck."

xavier laughed at this, quickly wiping away a tear that dared to escape, "yeah, i know. I'm just.." he looked down, "I'm just really stressed."

you stepped closer and he pressed the top of his head to your stomach, refusing to look at you as he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist.

you began to move your hand to pat his head, but hesitated. "can i...?"

without hearing the rest, xavier said, "please."

this consent allowed you to weave your fingers through his hair. "do you want to talk about it?" you asked in a low voice, afraid that somehow, despite the hall's vacancy, someone would hear this sensitive conversation.

he was quiet for a few moments, considering his words.

"it's... wednesday. i'm so, so tired of her- of her blaming me! always saying i'm a mass murdering monster! it fucking hurts and she keeps finding new evidence that genuinely makes sense, " his voice is strained as he tightens his hold, "but i can't do anything to convince her it's not me. and she even found my art studio, which just makes me look worse."

seeing him like this made you want to cry, but you restrained yourself because this wasn't about you; this was about xavier.

"i'm so fucking scared that she's going to get me locked up. i can't even blame her- all of the evidence points directly at me! and these nightmares, they plague me in my sleep and i wake up screaming and then i can't go back to sleep so i've just been painting that fucking thing so i-" his rambling is cut short when he hiccups through his frustrated tears. he felt angry and hurt and afraid.

you leaned down to hug his head, pushing his face into your tummy as he sniffles. "i'm sorry, xavier. i wish there was something i could do."

xavier looked up from your (now wet) shirt to say, "just listening is enough. don't worry about it, hopefully everything will fix itself soon."

and as he rested his head once more, an idea came to you.

there's a way to help xavier.

> > >

three knocks and wednesday was ready to order thing to strangle the person at the door.

she lifted from her desk, about to tell off the perpetrator for interrupting her writing time. when she opened the door, however, she recognized you as the person that xavier constantly follows around.

"enid isn't here," she said point blank, beginning to shut the door. you stick your hand out and risked amputation to make sure it doesn't close, "actually, im here to see you."

wednesday narrowed her dead eyes, "go on then. explain."

"i need to know where the hyde's lair is."

wednesday's facial expression didn't change, but you could tell she was confused.

"why don't you ask xavier? he would know."

the fake smile that you wore to feign being nice dropped. instead, you replaced it with a tight, irritated line on your lips.

"haha, yeah, i would. yknow, if he were the hyde. but here i am, asking you. why do you think that is?" you said all this with a lighthearted tone through clenched teeth.

wednesday could read the passive aggressiveness of your words but decided to press on, "try looking at his gallery of police evidence. that would give you the answer you're looking for."

with that, the door closed and you soon heard the sharp clicks of a type writer. you knew she was talking about xavier's art studio, but he hasn't allowed you in since people started dying around the school.

you decided that the only way to enact your plan would be to sneak into the renovated shed. sneaking in you could do, but distracting him for enough time to find something was completely different.

fuck, this is gonna be hard.

> > >

in the end, enid was your best bet. your plan was for enid to ask him for help on a subject and get him to tutor her for a bit in the library.

she agreed immediately, hoping it would also make ajax jealous; it was a win-win situation.

though, when she asked, you would not tell her why you needed her to do this in the first place. she was skeptical but trusted that you were doing it for a good reason.

finding the studio was easy, you had been there so many times that you knew the trail like the back of your hand. you were xavier's rock after his breakup with bianca, so it made sense that he'd commonly invite you to paint with him in his secret hideout.

when you made it there, you took no time to begin searching every single art piece for a deeper meaning. xavier mentioned that he was having nightmares about the foretold monster, but wouldn't allow you to see the art "for your own safety".

there was nothing of value on the walls and canvases, so you turned to plan b.

you bent down to the trash, fishing through it, hoping you'd find something important. about ten pieces of paper had been uncrumpled by the time you found something worth your dumpster diving.

"there it is!" you excitedly whisper-scream to yourself.

it was a drawing of the monster in front of a familiar cave. though its name and exact location eluded you, there was someone who would know those exact details.

later, after asking eugene if he knew anything considering you'd seen him working alongside wednesday on the investigation, you set the final steps of your plan in motion.

it is here that you will find out who the hyde is, if only to relieve xavier of his stress.

> > >

"enid, we've gone over this topic, like, ten times. i think you're just a lost cause," xavier said in exasperation. he had been attempting to teach enid the different geometrical formulas but she hasn't understood a single word he's said in the past two hours.

xavier, giving up, grabs his phone off the library table to check his notifications.

"huh, that's weird."

"what?" enid asked.

"(y/n) hasn't texted me. usually she'd have sent several messages asking to hang or something by now," he frowned, his expression a dark overcast.

enid, feeling something was off, finally broke, "uhm, well, (y/n) kind of asked me to distract you. im not really sure what for, but she did mention something about an art studio?"

xavier's heart lept in his chest. "what?"

"yeah, sorry, i felt she had a good reason but now i'm a little worried, " enid replied with an awkward laugh.

he wracked his brain for any reason that you might have had to go to his studio. a surprise? was she curious about the paintings i wouldn't let her see? why would she need to sneak around to do it?

instead of searching for an answer that wouldn't come to him, xavier stood from the table, gave a small "thanks", and left the library in a hurry.

at the studio, he found nothing amiss. none of the paintings were gone and nothing had been moved.

that's what he thought, however, until he saw the trash can laying on its side in the corner of the room. kneeling, he sifted through the scattered, unfolded papers.

his eyebrows knitted together in further confusion. what is missing?

then it hit him:

the drawing of the hyde's lair.

xavier didn't know exactly what you were up to, but he knew with every fiber of his being that it was definitely dangerous. he was absolutely terrified.

the doors burst open as xavier ran out of the studio, an unwelcome gust of wind blowing many of the drawings off the walls. at that moment, he couldn't have cared less.

a mirage of trees passed him by as he sprinted. the nighttime autumn air was far too cold for the season.

"fuck, fuck!"

the words were strangled and every noise around him felt muffled; all he could hear was the crunching of the leaves beneath his racing feet and his own hammering heartbeat.

"(y/n)!" he shouted, the distress in his voice echoing back at him.

xavier slowed to a stop, unable to tell where he had gone in his desperation to find you. he took a second to breathe when a shrill scream sounded from an unknown direction.

the scream of a girl. a girl who was horrified, or worse, in danger.

and he would know that voice from anywhere. it was someone familiar; someone close to him. the person most important to him.

"(y/n)! where are you!?" he yelled in response, but the forest had turned into something akin to a funhouse mirror maze and he couldn't tell left from right.

xavier heard footsteps running toward him at a high speed, and just as he began dash in the similar direction, you came into full view.

pain spread through his chest as you slammed into him, sending you both crashing to the moist soil beneath.

you were laying on top of him now; shaking with labored breaths.

it rook a moment for xavier to process what had happened, but he wrapped his arms around you with little delay.

"you- are you okay!? what were you doing!? are you stupid!? there's a fucking monster on the loose and you-"

he shut his mouth when saw a steadily growing red patch on his shirt.

"you're bleeding! oh shit, we need to get you back to nevermore fast," he was quick to hold you, your body laying bridal style across his arms.

you winced in pain, sobbing out the words, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry xavier, i just wanted to help. i really wanted to help. i'm sorry."

xavier didn't give a shit about your apology. he wasn't mad at you. he was mad at that thing that hurt you. he was fucking furious.

he had many, many things to say to you but for now, he'd let you rest in his arms.

he then headed back in the direction he had come from, you now tucked safely in his embrace.

> > >

once the final stitch was in, xavier was allowed to visit your hospital room.

the bright white lights made him feel sick. even more so when he saw you sitting in bed with a hospital gown and an IV drip in your arm.

the moment he walked in, you gave him a warm, content smile.

"is right now really a good time for you to be smiling?" xavier questioned, sitting on a seat next to the bed.

you held the hand that he placed on the edge of the sheets, "well, i was able to achieve my goal."

"at the cost of several pints of blood and a couple scars on your arm? what was worth that?" he asked, unrestrainable anger surfacing on his face.

though, when he took in the finer details of your state, he couldn't help but soften. many scrapes graced your skin from the collision earlier; the complexion of your face much paler than normal.

rubbing his knuckles to ease his frustration, you say, "i was able to convince wednesday that you're not the hyde. how could she believe that out of all the people you could attack, you'd attack me?"

something clicked in xavier's head and it all made sense. this all started after his breakdown in the hallway, caused by wednesday's meddling. the sneaking around, stealing his drawing and going off into the woods.

"so you did this on purpose? you scared me half to death!" he bursted, his emotions a flurry of love, anger, and guilt.

"so what if i did? it's just a few scratches."

god, he loved you. could you believe he had yet to even ask you out?

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bella-rose29 · 9 months

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 7

the mistletoe scene I have to give credit to the lovely @novelizt because of this post

this is basically just 3.5k words of fluff to make up for all the pain I put you through the last two parts

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, making out (it's happening people, but also it's mildly in detail so for the one tiny paragraph feel free to skip if you're either not comfortable with it or not old enough), Will asks the important questions (both sensible and not), brief mentions of self-esteem issues? lockwood is a bit silly at the end, actually they both are

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(why does he look like this :3 😭)

"What?" Y/n breathed. She wasn't entirely sure that she'd heard Lockwood correctly.

"I said that I think I've fallen for you."

He looked so sincere, his eyes more vulnerable than she had ever seen them before, and Y/n felt her heart constrict in her chest.

"You..."

"I know, I know." He rubbed his hand over his face, turning to lean back against the window. The mistletoe still hung at his side in his other hand.

"But you were horrible to me! From the very start!"

"I know. I was awful to you that first night and my only excuse is that I was exhausted and in desperate need of my bed, which I know isn't good enough. And then when you came in for your interview I just didn't want to be the one responsible if anything happened to you - wait, that came out wrong. You walked into the doorframe, Y/n. I was worried that you'd hurt yourself on a job, and I didn't want to get too attached to you in case that happened and you got injured or hospitalised or worse and I couldn't do anything to stop it. When I saw how easily the others took to you I knew that I was doomed," he let out a laugh, shaking his head. Y/n hoped he realised how ridiculous he sounded. "I know that doesn't excuse my actions, Y/n, but I meant what I said about that job we took in March. I really thought I wouldn't get there in time and I was terrified."

"Lockwood... you can't just... say that! I mean, you have said some genuinely horrible things to me and now you're saying that you - you what? That you-"

"I don't know!" he cried, filled with exasperation. "Alright? I don't know how else to describe it! I don't know if how I feel is love because I've never felt like this before, but I do know that I care about you far more than I should given I'm your boss, and I really don't know what would happen to me if you got seriously hurt, alright?" He was out of breath, cheeks flushed as he looked at her, and Y/n felt her own face heating up at his admission.

"Okay, okay," she said quietly, still processing everything he'd said. They stayed there for a few minutes, both leaning back against the windows as they tried to figure out what the hell they were going to do now. "I don't..." Y/n broke off with a sigh. She needed to phrase this right or they would be in even deeper shit than they were before. "I don't think I can just... forgive you, Lockwood. You have a lot - and I mean a lot - of grovelling to do to make up for how you've treated me these last few years." He nodded frantically, hope starting to shine in his eyes.

"Anything," he said. "Anything at all." She knew that he meant it.

"And I want to go on more cases if I'm staying at the company, because you can't just keep me behind because you think I'll walk into a doorframe."

"Done." He paused for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something else. "But you have-"

"Nope! No protests, thank you!" He stopped talking immediately, looking rather like a lost puppy as he gazed at her. "No more hating each other, either, although I feel like that's a given. And the first date had better be fucking incredible, alright?"

"... First... date?"

"Yeah, keep up, Schmoopie." She couldn't deny how her heart lifted at the sight of Lockwood looking so happy, and when he grinned her responding smile was involuntary.

"Wait... so do you... you know. How do you feel, about..." he waved his hands vaguely in the air, then accidentally hit himself in the face with the mistletoe. "Shit, I think that went in my eye. I forgot I was holding that," he grumbled, and Y/n didn't bother biting back her snort. He sent her a glare, but there was only amusement behind it.

"I don't really know, Lockwood."

"Anthony."

"What?"

"If we're going to start dating I'd much rather you called me Anthony." He blushed and went quiet as he looked out the window. "I like it better when you call me Anthony anyway. Sorry, I uh, I interrupted you."

"Oh, no, that's... that's alright. Uh... yeah. Like you said, I don't know how to describe it. I know that it really hurt me when you said that you wouldn't ever feel the same way, and I guess I just didn't want to admit to myself that I care about you a lot too because you were such a huge arsehole to me-"

"Yes, got it, sorry again."

"-but I do care about you, Anthony. A lot. And honestly that does annoy me because I'm pretty sure I've liked you since we met because I did think you were really gorgeous, except then you were really rude and-"

"Wait wait wait wait wait," he exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him. "You think that I'm gorgeous?"

Now it was Y/n's turn to feel her face heat up, and she swatted at his hands. "I did, yeah. Then you opened your mouth."

"Oh."

"Yeah." She waited a moment, then spoke again. "If you must know, I still think you're gorgeous," she muttered, and Anthony lit up, a smug smile landing on his face. Surprisingly she'd missed them, and while she still felt the burning flames in her body at the sight of that stupid smirk, it was no longer hatred.

He stepped forward a little (only a little, since they were back to being incredibly close to each other) and held the mistletoe in both of his hands. "Your grandma Jean gave it to me," he said. "She told me we might need it because it used to be a symbol of peace, and if people met under it they had to stop fighting." They both had been looking down at the plant, but when Anthony lifted his head so did she, and her breath caught in her throat at the look in his eyes.

"So you want to kiss me again?"

"I mean, I wouldn't be entirely opposed to that, if you're offering."

"Really? Really, Anthony?" Her tone was joking, but she felt him move back almost imperceptibly when she didn't immediately agree to it, and her heart skipped a beat when she realised he was waiting for her permission.

"Well I can't kiss you if we aren't under it, can I? So I don't know what you're so worried about, darling."

"Better try and catch me then if you want a kiss," she teased, and leapt away a second later.

"We're running now? When we've just had a huge meal?" He stepped forward anyway, and Y/n laughed with pure joy when he started chasing her around the room, attempting to catch her but just missing every time. Finally she tripped, catching her foot on the corner of the bed, and Anthony swept her into his arms to stop her from hitting the floor. Instead they hit the mattress, Y/n landing on her back and Anthony on top of her, his arms bracing his body while he still clutched the mistletoe in his left hand. They were both breathing heavily from the last five minutes of running and laughing, and now their faces were so close together that they were essentially kissing already.

Anthony held up the mistletoe over their heads the best he could while simultaneously not collapsing on Y/n, and he raised his eyebrows at her. "May I kiss you, darling?" She couldn't speak, so she nodded instead, and within a second his mouth was on hers, somehow better than it had been the first time. It was tentative and small, and he pulled back to flick his gaze between her eyes and her lips. It had left her breathless despite how short it had been, and before she could think they were crashing into each other with the same passion as they had the night before, her hands lifting to grab his hoodie and his hair in desperation. At some point Anthony dropped the mistletoe to move his hand to her waist and bring her closer to him.

There was nothing but him, nothing but the weight of his body on top of hers and his hands touching her and his tongue in her mouth, and then he was pulling back for air and she was chasing after his lips, and he was smiling down at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

For whatever reason, they started laughing, Anthony dropping his head to nestle in the crook of her neck while Y/n wrapped her arms around his torso to bring him impossibly closer.

"So... does this mean I can call you my girlfriend?" he asked, hope making him light up like the Christmas tree they had in the living room.

"Yes, Anthony, you can call me your girlfriend," she laughed, and it turned into a snort when he got up and did a celebratory dance. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Oh, believe me darling, I am fully aware."

~~~

"Hey, Squeak. You alright?"

Y/n had been sitting in the library, staring out the window at the snow that had started falling while she tried to concentrate on the book in her hands. Anthony had been called into the living room by her parents, and they'd parted with a not-so-small kiss just out of view of her family. Will had apparently managed to find her, and was settling into the opposite side of the window seat that she was occupying. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno. You seemed a bit... off. At dinner. Is everything alright with you and Lover Boy?"

"Oh," her face burned at the memory of what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. "Yeah, we're all good." She awkwardly sent him a thumbs up, her smile more of a grimace than anything else, and Will looked unconvinced.

"What's really going on, Y/n/n? Because if I need to beat him up-"

"NO! No, don't... don't beat up my boyfriend, please." It felt weird calling Anthony her boyfriend now, despite it being more real than it ever had been before. "Really, we're fine."

"Fine? You're fine? What did you two talk about upstairs? Because I'm pretty sure I heard shouting."

"We were just..." At the look on her brother's face she trailed off, and glanced at the door to make sure it was closed. "What exactly did Mum say when she got off the phone with me a few days ago?"

"What do you mean?"

"When she told people that I had a boyfriend, what did she say? How did you find out?"

"Mum went into the kitchen to take your call because we were all in here playing board games, and then we heard her shout 'You have a boyfriend?!' and Linda went to investigate, and then you turned up with Lover Boy."

"And are you sure that Mum wasn't just... making it up for some reason?"

"Why would she make it up?"

"Because I didn't have a boyfriend, Will."

"But... if you don't have a boyfriend then why the hell are you making out with your boss?"

"We are not making out!"

"Sure. But when you kissed yesterday under that mistletoe," he pointed to where it hung over the library door, "I definitely saw tongue."

"WILL!" She picked up the nearest pillow and chucked it at his head, then hid her face behind her book. "Oh my god, this is not happening."

"Ok, but that still doesn't answer my question," he said after half-heartedly throwing the pillow back at her. "If you didn't have a boyfriend, then why is your boss here saying that you're dating?"

"Because I made him. We actually can't stand each other. Or, we couldn't. We made up. Ugh, this is complicated. We have hated each other for about three years and then when Mum said very loudly that I was bringing my boyfriend to Christmas in front of Linda I didn't have much of a choice but to bring someone or face utter humiliation. Apparently nobody wanted to go to the middle of the countryside for three days with a complete stranger and pretend to be her boyfriend so I had to ask Anthony because George was already busy, and honestly I think we did a pretty good job of hiding the fact that we hated each other."

"And the shouting was you making up? Or were you angrily making out?"

"Will! Fuck's sake! Making up. I did tell him he's got a lot of grovelling to do, but now we're actually together."

"So you did make out."

"What's with the weird obsession about whether or not I'm making out with him?"

"I just like making you uncomfortable. That's my job."

"Well quit your job and get a different one." They sat in silence for a while, just staring out the window at the dark landscape. Although she knew that Will couldn't see them, she still pointed out the few ghostly figures that she saw. Her Sight wasn't nearly as good as Anthony's when she wasn't using her Touch, but she could still make out the glowing shapes in the fields.

"While we're on the topic of jobs... I'm guessing you're not leaving the company anymore," he said after a while.

"What?" she asked, startled by his words. "What do you mean?"

"I heard you at dinner, Squeak. You said you were gonna leave the company. I didn't hear anything else 'cause Nanna Jean was talking to me about her garden again for like, the eighth time today, but when I heard you say that... I dunno. You love your job, and I didn't think there was anything that would make you leave it."

"I wouldn't have stopped being an agent, I would have just moved company. He said a lot of mean things, and in fairness I said some horrible shit too, but he's not got that much power over me."

"Squeak... are you sure you wanna be dating him? If he hurt you so bad that you wanted to leave the company then I don't know if it's the best idea," Will frowned, concern in every inch of his body.

"I know. If he fucks this up then I am leaving. Properly. Because I know that it's not... ugh, I don't know. I was just tired of not being treated in the same way that he treated the others, and he's explained why he was like that, and he was weirdly similar to a puppy when he apologised - not that that convinced me to date him, by the way - and I really hurt him too, over the years."

"Just... out of interest... what exactly did you say to each other that made you start hating each other this much?"

"I was walking back from a solo case, walked into him, apologised, stepped on his shoes, and he told me that he'd just bought them in the most stuck-up voice I had ever heard and it pissed me off." Will stared at her.

"That's... it?"

"To be fair I then went for an interview at his company, didn't realise it was him, and the moment I walked in he went 'we don't want agents like you' or something, so... you know!"

"Okay... that's still not a lot though. You really started what, three years of hatred based on... on that?"

"Well, when you put it that way it sounds stupid, but-"

"No, no 'buts', missy," Will said, waggon his finger at her. "It is just plain stupid. Did you actually hurt each other or were you too busy being idiots?"

"In fairness I really struggle with keeping up to other peoples' standards, alright?! And it did hurt that nothing I did ever seemed to be enough to make him like me!"

"With the way he was talking about you, he definitely likes you. And thinks you're good enough. You have nothing to worry about there, that's for sure." Y/n flushed at Will's words, thinking back to what she'd overheard Anthony say in this same room the day before.

"So explain to me your feelings on this? Because I feel like you went through every emotion known to man just now."

"I initially thought you two were great together because you're a lot more confident in yourself when he's around, then you told me you weren't together and I was incredibly confused, then you told me that you hated each other and I was even more confused, then you told me that you are actually together now and I was happy, and then you told me that he was horrible to you and I wanted to beat him up, and then you told me that you stepped on his shoes and that's why you hate each other and I was confused again. Make sense?"

"Just about. It wasn't just me stepping on his shoes that-"

"Nope!" Will turned his head away, lifting his hand out in front of him to stop her. "I don't want to hear anymore of this silliness, thank you very much!"

"But it-"

"Nope!" Will pushed forward, grabbing the pillow that he had earlier thrown back to Y/n and whacked her around the head with it. "Nope, nope, nope!" Each 'nope' was punctuated with another hit, and Y/n barely had time to pick up the other pillow and fight back before he was swinging again.

~~~

"Hey," Y/n whispered to Anthony as she came over. He had been sat in the loveseat again (he was almost completely certain that Y/n's family were leaving it specifically for the two of them to use, since her five siblings were squished up on one of the sofas most of the time), and he put down his mug of tea to help her sit comfortably.

"Hi," he whispered back, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to curl into him. She brought her legs up to hook over his and was turned sideways in the seat, her head nestling into his shoulder. He picked up his tea again and was about to take a sip when Will burst into the living room, board game in hand and a slightly crazed look in his eyes.

"We're playing Yahtzee! Everybody take a sheet, you don't have a choice in this!"

"Is this the one you're terrible at?" Anthony asked, speaking quietly into Y/n's ear, and he chuckled when she slapped his arm.

"You can't be terrible at Yahtzee, Anthony, it's a fucking dice game. It's based on luck, idiot."

"Oh, right, silly me. I meant charades. That one you are truly awful at."

"Just because you get really into it and put on ridiculously large hats doesn't mean I'm awful at it," she responded indignantly. "Also, by the way, the use of props is against the rules of charades, so technically you've lost every single one you've done."

"I have not!" he jokingly started, putting on an accent and pretending to be mad. "I am the best at charades! How dare you accuse me of- mmph!" Y/n shut him up by pressing a kiss to his lips, and while he sat there for a moment with his eyes wide open and his posture incredibly tense, he quickly relaxed into it. He still wasn't used to kissing her, and he didn't think that he ever would be, and when she pulled away a few seconds later he was left to chase after her mouth while she giggled.

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Ant." That was another thing he'd never get used to. The way she said his name. He didn't think he'd heard anything sweeter, and then she was laughing at something one of her family members had said and he realised that he would spend his whole life documenting which of all the things she did was the most heavenly.

"You're what makes me happy, darling," he mumbled, not expecting her to hear. She looked round at him, surprise on her face. He thought she might say something nice in response, but instead when she opened her mouth something else came out.

"You are so cheesy, Anthony Lockwood."

"I'm just getting started, darling. Like you said, I have a lot of grovelling to do. I hope you're ready for how cheesy I can be." Y/n wrinkled her nose in disgust, but the wide grin on her face gave her away.

"That sounded weird," she said, and he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her nose. He shrugged in response.

"You're just going to have to get used to it, I'm afraid."

"Good. Hopefully you'll finish all the grovelling needed by the time you're about thirty, then."

"I'm grovelling every second of every day if it means I get to keep you near me, darling," he replied, and he revelled in the flush that crept up her neck. He accepted his score sheet from Will (who was getting very serious about the game, making sure that nobody would be cheating by using loaded dice), and took a sip of tea.

Then he nearly spat it out when he fully registered what Y/n had said.

"Thirty?!"

part 8

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rippledawn · 5 months

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among all the pain there was you | mapi leon x ingrid engen

AN: So funny story but I actually wrote this back in February at the encouragement of a friend. But then I never got around to typing it up, so it's just been sitting in a notebook for a couple months. I'm sick this weekend though, and so with my new found free time I finally got around to polishing it off, and here we are. This is also available on ao3 for anyone who prefers.

I've never written anything for this fandom before, but soccer has taken a hold of my obsessions like no other, so. Hope people enjoy!

Tags: injury, hurt/comfort, fluff

When Mapi had torn her meniscus, at first all she’d felt was pain. She had felt a pop in her knee, and immediately the pain had begun to rush in, forcing her to the ground.

But after she had been taken off the training pitch and healthily dosed up with painkillers, the dread had begun to set in. She knew this was bad. The scans hadn’t been done yet, but she knew what she had felt, and it wasn’t good. Even worse, Ingrid was out with a cold today, and couldn’t be there to comfort her.

“How bad is it?” Mapi asked the doctor.

“We won’t know for sure till we can run more tests tomorrow, but I’m sorry Mapi, it doesn’t look good.”

All Mapi wanted to do now was go home and cry. This was it, her season was over. And she hadn’t gotten the chance to help Barcelona win the league for the 5th time in a row, or get them to another champions league final, or lift the Supercopa trophy one more time.

And what about the team? Jana and Irene were both already injured, and while Ingrid was doing a great job filling in as a centre-back it wasn’t her natural position by any means.

As Mapi was trying to hold herself together, she looked up at a knock on the door to see Ingrid standing there, waiting to come in.

“Corazón, what are you doing here? You’re sick, you should be at home, resting.” Mapi motioned for Ingrid to enter the room.

“Of course I am here Maria, I came as soon as I heard you were injured. You are the most important thing to me. Now come, let me take you home.”

Mapi was really struggling to hold back the tears now that Ingrid was here. But she grabbed her crutches and nodded.

Ingrid stayed close to her as Mapi hobbled her way out of the Barcelona training centre.

“How are you really feeling, min kjaere?” Ingrid asked softly.

“I’m fine, corazón,” Mapi tried to put on a brave face and smile but Ingrid looked at her with doubt in her eyes.

“Alright Maria, let’s just get you home, ok?”

Mapi nodded and they headed to the car.

—

The whole car ride home, Mapi could feel Ingrid chancing glances filled with worry over at her every time the car stopped, but she struggled to keep herself together and not let herself fall apart.

As they pulled into the driveway Mapi let out a shaky sigh. All she wanted to do was go lay in bed and cry, but she didn’t want to worry Ingrid. She would be fine eventually, no need to make a big deal out of it.

“Come on kjaere, let’s get you inside.”

Ingrid was looking at her like she was made of glass. Something precious that needed to be treated with care. It only made Mapi want to cry more.

They entered the house and Ingrid got Mapi settled on the couch while she went to go order dinner.

“What would you like for dinner, kjaere? I’m thinking we could order your favourite, sushi? How does that sound?”

Mapi just nodded mutely while Ingrid looked on in concern.

“How are you really feeling, Maria? And don’t tell me you’re fine, you clearly aren’t fine, and you don’t have to be.”

Mapi finally broke and burst into tears. Ingrid immediately sat down and pulled Mapi into her arms.

“Oh shh, shh, just let it all out, I’ve got you.”

Ingrid sat there and held Mapi while she cried for what felt like ages, feeling like her own heart was breaking the whole while.

“Come on Maria, talk to me, let me support you.”

“That’s the rest of my season over, Ingrid. I know it hasn’t been confirmed but I know my own body. I don’t know if I can cope with being out for that long, I’ve never done this before.”

Mapi looked like she was about to burst into sobs again and Ingrid pulled her close and held her tight.

“It’ll be ok Maria, you won’t have to get through this alone. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

“But what if I can’t do it, Ingrid? What if I never play like I did before, what if I never come back.”

The look of fear and sadness in Mapi’s eyes had Ingrid wishing she could give up her own knee if it meant Mapi didn’t have to go through this.

“Shh, shh, don’t talk like that min kjaere. You’re so strong, you’re going to get through this and come back even stronger. And if you don’t? Well, we’ll deal with that like we do everything, together.”

Ingrid pulled Mapi even further into her arms, trying to provide as much comfort as she could to the still shaking woman in her arms.

Mapi began to finally calm down. Everything was still a mess, but at least Ingrid was here with her to get her through this.

“Let’s get you to bed kjaere, we can cuddle until the food arrives.”

As Mapi settled into Ingrid’s arms she started to finally believe that everything would really be ok, because Ingrid was here and together they could face anything.

#woso #mapi leon #ingrid engen #mapi leon x ingrid engen #hurt/comfort #woso fanfics

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the-evil-lovable-simp · 11 months

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Caine x reader (that can get injured)

Warning: blood and gore and violence

On one of the challenges, you discovered that you could bleed and actually get hurt, hurt. You see, one of the times when Caine was throwing knives at Pomni he completely missed instead of, you know hitting her head, and it flew directly at you. You did dodge it, but not enough, it slightly sliced the side of your neck, it stung, so you touched it and looked at your hand and saw blood, so you covered it up and ran to your room to sort it out, while people asked if you were ok. So ever since, you have avoided those types of challenges and activities. You had also got a scar and you decided to hide it and didn't dare to tell anyone.

----------

After you had been here for a while, someone else had joined, Gunhead, he was skittish from the off, and he's slowly been getting worse, to the point you were getting worried, so you told everyone about it.

---

"If you're so worried about him, why don't you go check on him, while we start today's challenge!" Jax said sarcastically with a $?%! eating grin.

"That's a great idea" Caine added obliviously, you would argue and tell them they were stupid and say Jax was being an @$$hole with anyone else, but it was Caine so you didn't and went to check.

You walked down the hallways to check on this guy, while mumbling about hating Jax. You finally got to the door but........it was smashed open. You looked inside and the room was trashed, Jesus, what the hell happened in here? Suddenly you heard some buzzing glitching noise behind you, you turned around to see a massive black pixely mass of spikes with multiple eyes, you were horrified, you also assumed this was what they meant when they told you about this guy called Kaufmo abstracting. You moved out the way since one of its limbs had directly went where you once stood, and it tried again. It smashed a hole in the wall, you started to run but had wrapped one of its legs around your ankle and pulled you closer, cutting your ankle in the process. You shrieked in pain as blood dripped from your ankle.

As the group looked for the hidden treasure chest, they heard you scream.

"What was that?" Zooble asked as they looked around.

"That didn't sound good," Ragatha added.

"Eh it was probably nothing" Jax said nonchalantly...

As much as it hurt to do so, you pulled your leg from its grip. You successfully did that but this also led to more cuts and more blood loss.

You shakily got up and started running, ignoring the pain in your leg.

You heard it not far behind, and then it jabbed its limb towards you, dangerously skimming your side, and blood seeped through your clothes.

"Ack-" You fell to the floor with a thud, the thing that was once someone like you had grabbed your waist and lifted you up and then seconds later smashed you back on the ground, then the wall, the roof, the other wall three times, the floor again. It tried stabbing you again and you had to dodge it pathetically while rolling on the floor. You took a few more beatings and screamed some more, but nobody came. It was about to stab you until it got distracted by something and ran off. You lay there slumped against the wall with blood everywhere.

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After they had found the chest with disappointingly fake money inside Caine had appeared again.

"Well done! Great job my little superstars..." he trailed off noticing one of his favoured humans wasn't here.

"Urm...Where's (y/n)?" he looked around, and so did the group only just realising you weren't here.

"Oh! I guess they never came back," Ragatha said looking down in shame that she didn't realise sooner.

"Eh, I'm sure they're fine," Jax added not really caring.

"W-wait, didn't (Y-y/n) go to check on the new guy," Gangle sniffled as she looked up from her yet again broken mask. Caine sighed, took his hat off and Bubble came out.

"What's up, Caine?" They asked not really looking in any particular direction.

"Go tell (y/n) and Gunhead to hurry up and get here!" he instructed, to bubble.

"On it boss!" they shouted excitedly as they floated off.

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Bubble hovered around the hallways,

"(y/n)! Gunhead!" they turned another corner.

"(Yyyyyy/nnnnnn-" they stopped as they saw you, they zoomed over to you.

"Oh there you are, come on!" they nudged your unconscious body.

They looked at you,

"Wait a minute,"

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Caine waited as Bubble came back,

"Boss! Boss! Boss!" Bubble rushed up.

"Well, did you tell them?" Caine asked.

"Well...I didn't even find Gunhead," they said awkwardly

"Well did you at least tell (y/n)?" Caine asked exasperated.

"I couldn't," Bubble admitted.

"Why not?" Caine asked starting to get bored of the conversation.

"Well they wouldn't respond, and they were on the floor and covered in red stuff," Bubble rambled on.

The group looked at each other hoping it wasn't what they were thinking, even Jax. "what.....?" asked Caine before he zoomed off with them all failing miserably to follow behind him.

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When he finally found you he was horrified, he floated over to you, not knowing what to do, no one has ever bled in the amazing digital circus before, they normally just glitch and with a snap of his finger they were good again. That's it that's what he'll do he thought, he clicked his finger...nothing. The rest finally caught up, Ragatha covered her mouth, Jaxs' ears flopped down, Gangle started crying again, Kinger waited a few seconds and then screamed, Zooble squinted in disgust, and Pomni threw up. Caine grabbed your arm,

"What-",

and let go, it flopped to the ground,

"Wha..what, WHAT what!?",

he grabbed you and started shaking you, making more blood come out your side, he panicked.

"Right, stop stop stop!" Ragatha walked forward, Caine turned his head towards her looking crazed.

"I know this has never happened before but we need some medical equipment," Ragatha explained while also trying to calm down the very stressed ringmaster.

----After Ragatha stitched you up because she's good at sewing----

"There! All done, I should probably take them to their roo-" Ragatha was cut off as she was about to pick you up, until Caine scooped you up in a flash, hurrying down the corridor.

Jax then suddenly said

"Ooooooh that's what the screaming must have been" and then Zooble immediately started to strangle him.

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Caine whizzed through the halls until he found your room, he looked down at you in his arms, he's never really felt anything like this before. He finally opened the door and put you on your bed he stayed there for a while, maybe a little too long, everyone had already gone to their rooms and went to bed and got up again. He went before anyone noticed, and went on with the day, well if you can call it that.

-------when you finally wake up which was literally a week-------

After a week of him coming to check on you, he went in expecting to see you still lying down, but instead, he got a pleasant surprise, with you sitting at the bottom of the bed, back facing him.

He tried hugging you immediately, startling you and causing pain to shoot up your abdomen. He profusely apologized, and then bombarded you with questions, stuff like 'Are you ok?' and 'Why didn't you tell me?' he also started crying about it being his fault because he sent you there, but you reassured him it wasn't his fault, he also told you that he put the abstracted gunhead in the cellar.

And ever since that day, he has always been more protective of you, making sure nothing happened to you, and making sure you weren't doing anything too dangerous. You'd try to hide it when you hurt yourself because he always starts freaking out and puts you in your bed. you think it's sweet but it can get a bit annoying at times. You and him have started to spend more time together since that day, maybe something will happen between you two.

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I like it :)

Also people pls pls pls make more Caine x readers pls

#tadc #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus #tadc x reader #caine x reader tadc #tadc caine x reader #gore #blood

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therandosfandos · 2 years

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Warning: I almost made myself f*cking cry writing this-

How did the day start exactly?

Well everything was perfectly smurfly. The smart smurf had woken up and got ready to help others around the village or smurf advice to them. He hummed as he got out his smurfway and started to ride it around town. Looking for any smurf that would need help, he kept a close eye out.

Maybe he should stop opening his mouth, huh?

It wasn't hard to see they didn't need any help from him of all smurfs. Everytime he ran into someone, they would all run away, groan or plug their ears until he stopped. It was always like this, he was glad they stopped throwing him out of the village honestly, but no matter what, whatever they did to him still hurt. He jinxed himself there. At first, it was the usual.

"Hey Brainy! I've got a surprise! Hyuk-hyuk!"

Why does he still open that box when he knows what will happen?

BOOM

"GOT YOU! Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk!"

"Smurf up Brainy"

"No smurf cares what you have to say"

"I know what i'm doing!"

"I don't like smurfs who talk too much"

"I'm sorry Brainy, I don't need you right now, maybe find something around the village to help around with or just patrol like usual?"

Like that was any good...

Oh but then, something worse happened. Hes such a fool. He should of known what would happen. Why did he have to smurf advice to Hefty? Oh right, because he ALWAYS smurfs advice to anyone.

"You're doing it all wrong, maybe if you lifted will your shoulders instead of your legs, you would be much stronger and fast-"

"That's it- I'm sick and tired of your yammering!"

Brainy was a second too late before he knew what was coming. He flapped his arms as he was kicked into the air and into the outskirts of the village. He should of braced himself for impact, he landed in a tree first, peices of bark scratching against him each time he landed on a branch.

He fell out from a tall height and landed sharply onto a rock. Stumbling from the fall he knocked himself into various places and his glasses were askew on his face. It's a good thing they weren't broken, but as he fixed them, he yelped and hissed in pain. Blood rushed out from cuts and bruises seemed to deepen their color so they were more visible. He had to get back to the village, he decided against telling Papa, he would do nothing about it. No, he wouldn't tell Papa, he needed to let this out himself.

***

To say Smurfblossom wasn't worried when she heard an all too familiar scream fill the air is an understatement. She was downright terrified for her friends life. She gulped and ran to the village, hoping some smurf would have the answer to what happened. Brainy never got lost, he would surely find his way back soon, he hated to be bossed around too much, so she stuck with figuring out what had happened.

She asked around and soon enough after a lot of no's, head shaking, and Dimwitty just offering her a carrot, she approached Hefty. This was the last smurf she needed to check, if he didn't know, she didn't know what she'll do.

Blossom knocked fast on the door and Hefty opened up, "Do you know what happened to Brainy? I heard him scream" her voice filled with worry exclaimed. Hefty rolled his eyes and was about to begin talking when all of a sudden the bell rang, they both paused what they were doing and ran to the tower.

***

Brainy was there, but he wasn't like any smurf seen before....

He was covered in bleeding out cuts, scars, bruises and scrapes all over. Rashes ran along his arms and a big one on his cheek. His hands were clenched into fists so much that any smurf was afraid he would make them bleed from too much pressure.

The smurf was holding his left arm tenderly, like it was almost broken. His nose was bleeding too, pretty bad. Once Papa got there, he tried to run up to the injured smurf.

However, he was stopped by Brainy raising up his hand and growling out a "Don't come near me"

"Brainy- what happened!?" Smurfette yelled out with concern, but he only turned to glare at her. He was trembling at this point, no he was downright shaking. Brainy snapped.

"Do you have any idea how it feels to get tossed out of the village on a daily basis every single smurfing day!? Of course you don't! I'm the only one who gets that treatment!" He laughs bitterly, and his voice turns up into a louder volume.

"IT SMURFING HURTS! EVERDAY, EVERY SINGLE DAY- EVERY SINGLE DAY THIS HAPPENS AND NO SMURF CHECKS UP ON ME OR EVEN NOTICES, NO SMURF EVEN TRIES TO STOP IT! I GET INJURED AND NO ONE SMURFS A SINGLE CARE IN THE WORLD, NO SMURF SAYS, "Oh hey, what happened to Brainy?" "Is Brainy okay?" "Is he hurt? Is he lost?" NO SMURF! ITS FINALLY SMURFED ME TO THE POINT WHERE I CAN'T SMURF IT ANYMORE- I- I C-I can't, I...I can't..."

Then he just broke, like a dam that was struggling so hard to hold the water in, had finally let it rush out into a waterfall of tears. Everyone stood there in shock, no smurf dared to make a single move or sound towards the spectacled smurf as he slid to the ground and started to cry, fogging up his glasses because of it.

"Ho-How much is it to ask for a little respect every once in a while- o-or praise- or attention instead of being a punching back for everyone t-to poke around" Heavy sobs came out of Brainy. "Is i-it better if I just leave and n-never come back? I just want respect...I just...I just want...I just want to be loved...I-I want to be...I just..I can't do this anymore...I don't want to be alive anymore...I don't...I dont...i.."

Hiccuping filled the air as Papa gulped down a lump in his throat, finally approaching his young apprentice. Blossom came up as well, bringing Brainy into a hug and letting him cry onto her shoulder. Papa Smurf joined the hug soon.

No one realized Brainy had felt this way. No one realized how much Brainy struggled with self worth. He needed praise, attention, anything of that nature even if It was just a little bit

Since then, no one ever told him to smurf up or kicked him out again.

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oceanmusings · 2 years

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♡ Shipuary 07 | Lori and Charlie ♡

Pairing | Lenore “Lori” Holt X Charlie Bradbury

Prompt | None

Note | is this hurt/comfort? idk, but enjoy.

CW | Wounds, pain, not any description on tending wound, fluffy ending

Lori hissed as she lays back on the bed of the motel, grimacing as the gash on her sides shot up pain throughout her body. She could hear Charlie rummaging around in her bags for the emergency aid kit and her anxiety talk but Lori couldn’t process it as her brain pounded against her skull. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Charlie was suddenly next to her, hearing wrappers and other medical supplies fall near Lori, but she didn’t pay attention to it as she tried to remember to breath.

“It’s okay,” Lori breaths, hissing as Charlie lifts her shirt enough to reveal the cuts. “How is it, doc?” Charlie was quiet for longer than Lori would’ve liked and she lifted her head to look at the other woman, Charlie’s eyes wide as she stares at the ripped skin. “Charlie,” Her eyes snapped up to look into Lori’s hazel’s ones. “Please, focus. Do you know how to do this?”

“Oh, uh- yes.” Charlie stuttered.

“Good. Don’t worry how I will be, just worry about stopping the bleeding and stitching.” Lori softened her gaze as best she could and placed her hand on Charlie’s forearm. “You got this,”

Charlie nodded and couldn’t turn her gaze away from how intense Lori’s gaze was. “I got this.” She whispered and started tending the wounds.

Lori groans and cursed as Charlie worked, Lori could hear her apologizing at every groan of pain that slipped through Lori's lips, but after an agonizing amount of minutes. Charlie finished and wrapped a band-aid around Lori's waist. "See? Not so bad. You did good." Lori praised her in hope to make Charlie feel better, a tired smile on Lori's face as she looked up to Charlie. But instead a deep frown and a defeated look on her face, which didn't lift at Lori's words.

"Yeah, not bad. I didn't just almost kill my girlfriend." Charlie mutters. Lori frowns and adjusts herself slowly to sit up, hissing at the shot of pain that followed at the movement.

"Hey, look at me." Charlie didn't lift her gaze as she started cleaning up. "Look at me." Lori placed her hand on Charlie's forearm again and that lifted her gaze to look into Lori's. "This is part of the job, I have had so much worse, this is nothing and I'll survive."

Charlie breathed a laugh and shook her head. "I should've been-"

"Hey, we're not going to play that game." Lori interrupt sharply, Charlie eyes widen slightly at her tone. "Can we be glad we're alive and another fucker like that werewolf is gone? This is nothing I can't handle. Now I'm the one more injured, and you need to listen to my request and come cuddle with me."

Charlie seemed to not want to argue the point anymore and nodded, finishing up cleaning all the medical supplies, throwing away anything bloody and putting the rest away. She then helped Lori change out of her bloody clothing down to her underwear. Putting on a warm sweater Lori had packed and pajama bottoms.

While Charlie changed into her own comfy clothes, Lori took that time to find any wounds on Charlie. Running her hand along Charlie's soft skin, but only finding minor cuts and some major bruising. But otherwise both of them were okay.

Lori crawled into bed and when Charlie joined her, Lori immediately curled herself around her girlfriend. Burying her face into her chest. Charlie put on a movie she knew Lori enjoyed.

She looked down to her girlfriend and smiled as Lori eyes were drooping as she watched the screen, practically purring as Charlie runs her hand through her black hair. She pressed a kiss on her forehead, muttering against her skin. "Feel better?"

"Loads."

#lori holt #holtbury #original character #original female character #charlie bradbury #charlie bradbury one-shot #charlie bradbury drabble #charlie bradbury x oc #charlie bradbury x original character #charlie bradbury x female original character #charlie bradbury fluff

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marwritesgood · 3 years

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Without You | O. Diaz

Pairing: Oscar x Flores!Reader

Timeframe: Season 4

Summary: Y/n knows Oscar wants out of Freeridge, so maybe it is for the best that she lets him go.

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Oscar made a point not to call her until the day after. Partially because his eyes were too swollen for him to compose a text, but mostly because he knew she would be worried sick at the mere sight of how beaten up he was. He did not want that. Not when there was so much promise ahead of them now that the deed was done.

Y/n raced to the hospital as soon as she clocked out for the night. She held her breath when she read the "Mr O. Diaz" placard plastered over the door to his room. As she made her way to the seat beside her bed she felt unsettled by all the bandages and stitches that adorned his body. He appeared fast asleep, so Y/n made no effort to conceal her concern.

"He's gonna be ok." Y/n looked up and saw a nurse standing in the doorway. She offered an empathetic smile and Y/n tried to welcome the comfort of it. "He looked a lot worse when he got in, so he's doing better."

She must have been Oscar's nurse.

"Are you his sister?"

Before Y/n could grow defensive to the hint of hope in the nurse's tone, let alone provide a response to her question, Oscar's voice filled the room within in an instance.

"No," he answered, his voice as coarse and raspy as ever. Oscar gazed upon Y/n for the first time in what felt like a lifetime and reached for her hand. "She's my girl."

The nurse's smile faltered, but she nodded along and excused herself, closing the door behind them. Y/n watched with satisfaction as the door shut before noticing how intently her boyfriend was staring at her.

"Were you awake the whole time?"

"Maybe," Oscar smirked.

Y/n went to sit on the nearby chair before she felt Oscar pull her closer to him. He shuffled over to make space for her and she happily sat next to him, snuggling closer as he wrapped his uncasted arm around her shoulders.

"Seems like you've been well taken care of."

"Doesn't compare to how you take care of me," he quipped slyly.

He heard the hint of hope in the nurse's voice too, but it did not faze him. Not when he had all he wanted in arms already. From the way Y/n chuckled and kissed him softly, he knew it was common knowledge.

As their kiss deepened, Oscar mindlessly lifted his injured arm, desperate to caress her face. When he winced in pain from the movement, Y/n instantly pulled away and watched him worriedly.

"I'm okay, baby," he assured her.

Y/n nodded and forced a smile. Oscar knew it was not sincere, but he also knew her worries would never really go away, especially when most of his face was a dark shade of violet.

"You talk to Cesar again?"

Oscar shook his head. Technically he did talk to his little brother if you would count the one-sided conversation he had with his bedroom door. Y/n rubbed her thumb on the back of his casted hand, knowing it was best to drop the subject altogether.

"What are you gonna do now?"

They spent much of their time in the last week talking about him getting jumped out and no longer becoming a Santo. They never really exhausted over what would come next, other than the fact that for the first time, he would have options.

"Ray reached out to me," Oscar began to explain.

"Yeah?"

Y/n remembered how torn up he was after he left. Not necessarily because Ray was leaving, but rather because he had a huge epiphany that made him rethink everything he was doing. They spent a lot of nights talking it out, and with her encouragement and support, Oscar reached out to his dad again and did so every so often.

"He's at a rehab centre in Bakersfield," he continued. "Says I can go there for a bit. Get my head right, before I do anything else. What do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea," Y/n smiled.

She was gonna make the suggestion herself. Oscar had been through so much in the past years and, while it was great he realised how much it was hurting him and was taking steps to change that, he needed more help. More time.

"I'm really proud of you," Y/n whispered. Considering how prideful he could be, it was huge that Oscar was making the decision to go to rehab for himself. "It couldn't have been easy walking away... after all these years."

"I couldn't have done it without you."

All the times she sat with him. Encouraged him. Supported him. Called him out when he found himself back in his old ways. Oscar knew how crucial Y/n was to him moving on and moving forward, however she refused to let him sell himself short.

"Don't do that," she stated, although she appreciated the sentiment. "This was all you."

Oscar chuckled as her words began to settle. Despite being battered and bruised having just barely escaped death, he felt so strong.

"Have you thought about what you're gonna do? After Bakersfield?"

"Get out of here. As soon as I can," Oscar answered shortly. "Maybe even open up my own place... Somewhere far away from here."

Y/n smiled. The last time he talked about his restaurant dreams was when they were teenagers and he had just gotten into culinary school. His dream was for him to do the cooking and for Y/n to the managing. Watching his eyes light up as he humoured the idea, only this time with the odds stacked in his favour, made her heart flutter.

"Will you come with me?"

She felt like her heart came to a complete stop. Y/n studied Oscar's face. Surely he was feeling lightheaded from all the medication they put him under. Her suspicions were debunked quickly when Oscar repeated his question, this time slower just for emphasis that he was of sound mind.

Unable to say anything, Y/n nodded her head and pulled his face closer to hers once more until their lips met again. This time his heart was the one fluttering as he became overwhelmed with a joy he never thought he would be fortunate enough to experience.

"Visiting hours are almost up."

Reluctantly, Y/n pulled away and pouted.

"It's okay, baby," Oscar laughed, before sneaking in one last peck. "You should go get some rest."

"I'll come back to see you tomorrow," she promised as she got up from the bed.

After exchanging 'I love yous' and one last kiss for the road, Y/n headed out of the hospital. On the elevator down and the car ride home, she found herself unable to stop grinning. The air in Freeridge felt different. Felt light and fleeting as opposed to suffocating.

Upon entering her house, she noticed everyone but her dad and aunt were out for the night. It was late, so Y/n assumed her dad was already placed in bed. She was just about to check on him when she heard faint cries coming from the kitchen.

"Tia," Y/n said softly as she approached her distraught aunt. "What's wrong?"

"Beto's moving to Dallas," she explained. "He got a huge job so he's moving with his husband."

"So, you're sad because he's leaving?"

"Mija," she cried, taking hold of Y/n's hands and gripping them tightly. "I'm leaving with him."

"When?"

"After the holidays," her aunt answered, her tears increasing as she watched the very moment when the realisation hit Y/n.

If her aunt was leaving, the responsibility of looking after her dad would be left with her and with Jasmine. However, with Jasmine approaching her senior year and potentially college, Y/n knew the only way her sister could go was if she bore the responsibility on her own.

The air in Freeridge felt suffocating, yet again.

***

A month had passed since her tia broke the news to her. Y/n spent much of that month contemplating whether or not she should tell Oscar. No matter how many times she played it out in her head, telling him why she had to stay in Freeridge always ended up interfering with his dreams to get out.

By the time he started getting his things in line to go to Bakersfield for a few months, Y/n knew she could not do that to him. He needed to leave. He deserved to leave. She was not going to give him any reason to stick around, even if it meant letting him go.

"I've got a job lined up for me when I get back," Oscar explained. He was crashing at the Martinez's home until it was time for him to go. "Which'll be good since I'm getting a new place."

"Mhm," Y/n mumbled as nodded along. Her mind was preoccupied as she mentally rehearsed how she was going to end things with Oscar. He misunderstood her worried expression.

"Hey," Oscar whispered, taking hold of Y/n's hand causing her to look up at him. "The next three months are gonna fly by so fast... I'll be back to annoy you before you know it."

Normally she would smile. Oscar was counting on her to smile. Even just a little bit. He needed some kind of assurance that she was alright, but she continued to stare blankly at the table, a single crease still persistent between her brows.

"Are you ok?"

Finally, she looked at him and Oscar hoped that would bring the comfort he needed, but it did not. Her lips parted and she looked like she was going to say something but after a moment she stayed silent.

"Just tell me, baby."

Whatever it was, he could take it. At least, that was what Oscar convinced himself. They had been together for almost a decade with, obviously, fights and falling outs here and there, but they always came back stronger. That had to mean something.

"I think we should break up."

Y/n spilt her words rapidly, unable to stifle them any longer. She stared closely at Oscar, who appeared unresponsive. Did he even hear her properly? When he went to speak, Y/n knew he did.

"If this is some kind of a joke..."

When Y/n's expression remained unchanged, the reality of it all began to settle with Oscar. This was no cruel prank. This was real. Immediately, he began shaking his head in disbelief.

"No."

"Oscar."

"No, this isn't happening. Not to us," he stated plainly.

He had already lost enough people in his life, especially after leaving los Santos. He refused to let Y/n be another one. Especially when he had no clue as to what he had done wrong.

"I can't... I can't be the person you want me to be," Y/n cried.

It was the only way she could explain herself without telling him the real reason, and Y/n told herself it was partially true. Oscar wanted someone who could leave Freeridge behind, and Y/n was not that person anymore now that her aunt was leaving.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're moving on," Y/n began, forcing a fraction of a smile through her tears. "But I'm not moving on with you, I... I just can't."

"We can talk this out," Oscar reasoned, reaching for Y/n's hand as she stood. "I don't leave 'til Friday. We can sit down and you can tell me how to fix this. Please just tell me how to fix this."

That was their system. They talked and communicated before doing anything rash. Y/n was the one who developed that system, yet there was making a huge decision without letting Oscar have any input.

"You can't, Oscar." It was perhaps the most honest thing she said that day. "I... I have to go."

She could not bear the look on his face. Y/n tried to turn away and leave, hoping Oscar would not make this any harder than it had to be. When she felt his hand grip her wrist, she knew that was not going to be the case. She spun around to face him but could not bring herself to look him in the eye.

"You're breaking my heart, baby," Oscar choked, his voice cracking as he spoke. He held the sides of her face gently. "Don't do this. Please."

It took everything in her to push his hand away and meet his gaze.

"Good luck in Bakersfield," she whispered, before leaning forward to kiss his cheek which was, to Oscar, the knockout punch.

***

Jasmine was in the middle of performing the Beyonce dance routine she learned for her dad when a figure approached them in their backyard. She squinted her eyes as she tried to make out who it was

"Oscar?" She called out. He had been gone for a few months, but she could recognise him easily. When he got close, Jasmine immediately noticed he was no longer bald. "Your hair."

He shook his head and laughed as he ran his hands through his short curls. It was one of the many things he reunited with since leaving los Santos. When he finally reach Jasmine he glanced over at the house.

"Is she here?"

"She's working," Jasmine answer as she shook her head, disappointed because she was dying for them to reunite again. "She'll be back tonight, though, if you wanna come by around then."

Oscar gave it a moment's deliberation. Jasmine watched curiously as he glanced between her and her dad and stayed where he was.

"Could I actually stick around?"

"It's just me and dad," she stated, wondering if he was sure that he wanted to hang around with them as opposed to taking a lap around the block to kill time.

Her curiosity only grew when he sat in the chair beside her dad.

"Hey," Oscar said after glancing at Mr Flores. "He's looking a little red."

Jasmine nodded before grabbing the sunblock she kept in her back pocket. As she went to apply some to her dad's face, she passed the bottle to Oscar.

"Could you get his arms?"

"Sure," Oscar answered immediately, applying a generous amount of sunblock evenly to his arm.

Jasmine glanced over at Oscar and smiled at how focused he was. She knew he spent a bit of time with her dad through Y/n, but never got to see them interact first-hand. It was clear how much he cared about her, and she knew how much her sister still cared about him.

"She misses you, you know."

Y/n tried her best to hide it, but the walls of their house were thin and it only took a few nights of crying and listening to heartbreak songs for Jasmine to put two and two together.

"Then why'd she dump me in the first place?"

"I don't know," Jasmine answered honestly.

"She never said anything to you?"

"She doesn't really talk to anyone. Except to you. And dad."

They both liked talked to their dad, despite his catatonic state. It was one of the few things they could do with him that resembled how things were before he came back from Afghanistan.

"She's always been a listener more than anything," Jasmine added. "Why else do you think I talk so much?"

Oscar laughed. As the two people Y/n spent the most time listening to, he and Jasmine both knew it was true. Oscar's suspicions that Y/n was hiding something felt confirmed to him. It should have made him feel better about the situation, but it only left him riddled with even more questions.

Before returning to his seat Oscar applied sunblock to the tops of Mr Flores' feet, remembering the times Y/n reminded him to do so until it eventually became a habit. As he adjusted her dad's shoes before sitting back down, Jasmine smiled, impressed.

"How'd you get so good at looking after my dad?"

"Mr Flores and I go way back," he began, glancing over to him and offering a gentle fist bump. "He used to let me hang out here after school when Y/n and I were in elementary."

Things changed after middle school and when he and Y/n started dating, but Mr Flores always made Oscar feel welcome in their home.

"Makes sense," Jasmine nodded, remembering that his history with Y/n was a long one, and it showed. "You're still the only person who Y/n trusts enough to bring home."

Oscar never pieced that together. Y/n had many friends on their block, but he was the only one she invited over without hesitation. She never talked to him about it, but he knew how protective she was over her dad. How much pride she took in looking after the man who raised her and her sister.

It dawned on him that while he was eager to leave because he wanted to escape Freeridge, Y/n's situation was different. She had a family there. People still counting on her who she could not walk away from so easily.

Oscar always wanted to leave Freeridge, but he never wanted to part ways with Y/n.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked Jasmine. When looked past her dad to face him, Oscar glanced between the two of them. "Can I ask you both something?"

***

Y/n got home from work exhausted. She did not think twice about the way Jasmine and her aunt were smiling at her from where they sat in the kitchen. They were obviously up to something, but after a 10-hour shift, she figured it was not worth dealing with until tomorrow.

She sighed as she opened her bedroom door, threw her hat across the room and kicked her shoes off. It was not until she closed the door behind her and turned to face her bed that she realised Oscar was sitting at her desk.

"Oscar?" Y/n huffed.

Had it been any other person, she would have not hesitated to reach for her dad's old baseball bat. However, her bedroom was practically Oscar's second home.

"Hey," he smiled weakly, relieved to finally see her.

"Your hair," Y/n laughed.

The last time he had curls they had just started their freshman year of high school. Y/n threw a dramatic fit and then a funeral to mourn the loss of her best friend's beautiful hair and to help cheer him up after being jumped in. That was when Oscar knew.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asked, catching herself and remembering that they were broken up.

"I want the truth," Oscar spoke incredulously. Did she really think he was gonna walk away so easily? "Not the shit you gave me before I went to Bakersfield. I want the real truth."

Y/n sighed before plopping herself down on the edge of her bed. Where was she supposed to start? She did not get the chance to think much about it before Oscar sat next to her and spoke.

"Is it because of your dad and Jasmine?"

She nodded. Oscar exhaled heavily before turning to face her. He could not understand why she kept this from him. He, of all people, could understand not being able to let go of family.

It became clear that there was more to it than that.

"My tia's moving to Dallas in a couple of months," Y/n explained. "So someone needs to stay back look after my dad and... and I can't let it be Jasmine. Not when she has senior year and college to look forward to."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I know you," Y/n stated plainly. "I knew you'd reconsider leaving Freeridge or you'd feel guilty leaving without me, and I didn't want that to happen. Not after everything you've been through."

Making the hard decision so the other person does not have to. Oscar could have sworn that was his M.O. Clearly they had rubbed off on each other much more they had realised because he spent the afternoon listening to Jasmine while she ranted about her relationship with Ruby.

Oscar laughed and took hold of Y/n hand. She laced her fingers through his and gripped tightly, feeling a huge weight be released from her shoulders.

"I can't do this without you, Y/n," he whispered, his brows furrowing as he spoke. She rested her head against his shoulders and sighed.

No one knew him quite like Y/n did and there was no he trusted more than he trusted her. It was not so much that could not do it without her, because logically he knew could. But he did not want to.

"I love you so much, baby. Pero, my dad needs me more."

She felt incredibly torn. Y/n wanted to leave with Oscar and run a restaurant together like they always dreamed. However, she also wanted Jasmine to go to college and for her dad to be loved and looked after.

She wondered if it was arrogant to ever hope she could have it all.

"I know," he assured her, grabbing the sides of her face and smiling. He was not going to make her feel torn. Quite the opposite, in fact. "That's why I was thinking... maybe he should come with us."

Slowly, Y/n let go of Oscar's hand and turned to face him, narrowing her eyes as she studied him. It was too good to be true.

"You're joking."

"I found a couple places in Berkeley that have extra rooms," Oscar explained. "Just a couple blocks from the place I wanna set up the restaurant. There's even a studio above it. You could be with your dad and crunch the numbers while I-"

"Run the kitchen," Y/n finished, smiling as she remembered the first time he pitched this idea to her in their senior year of high school.

He had just gotten into culinary school and she was gonna study business at UCAL. However, when he ended up staying for Cesar and her for her dad, they never brought it up again.

"Why Berkeley?" she asked.

"Jasmine said she applied there," he laughed. It was one of the few things he remembered from her rambles, but as soon as he did he knew where to start looking.

Y/n felt her heart swell up from how much thought he had given his idea in what she assumed was an afternoon. It meant a lot that to her that he was not only considering her dad but her little sister too.

"What about Cesar?"

In the months that passed, Y/n saw him on the streets with the other Santos. He was essentially unrecognisable, but Y/n still held out hope he would come around. She could only imagine how Oscar was feeling.

"I'm gonna keep trying but... when the time comes, I'm going," Oscar explained. It was hard to say. He did not want to think about leaving Cesar behind. At least not until the moving truck arrived and he made every attempt he could to talk sense into him. "... I just hope I'll be leaving with you."

"This is a really big deal, Oscar."

They had known each other for so long, and there was no one she trusted like she did him, but even this was a big step for them.

"I know, baby. But, hey, it's not gonna happen right away. Obviously, we need some time to save and plan, so we can take as long as you need," "Plus, I know you're gonna wanna stick around until Jasmine graduates."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't do this without you,"

"I'm scared you're gonna regret this."

If they moved in together, there would be no coming back. Her dad would be with them for the long haul and while Y/n knew what that meant, she wasn't sure Oscar did.

"I could never regret keeping you in my life," he assured.

Oscar always knew what that meant. He always knew that Y/n could not leave her dad or her sister, and he never wanted to make her feel like she had to. He always knew keeping her meant welcoming then, and he was more than willing to do just that.

There was silence between them as Y/n gave it some thought. Once her mind was decided, she let out a laugh and pulled Oscar in for a kiss. She knew she was ready and that he was too. She was also so grateful they could take their time.

"I can't wait to tell them," she smiled as she pulled away.

"I might've already done that," Oscar admitted sheepishly.

"What?"

"I wanted to pitch the idea to them first," he clarified.

"Why?"

"Because I also needed to ask them for something."

"Ask them for what?" Y/n asked, as her confusion only grew.

"For their blessing."

It took Y/n a while to realise what he meant. By the time the realisation hit, Oscar had already knelt down in front of her and held up a silver ring in between his thumb and index finger.

"Oscar," Y/n blinked. "That's a ring."

"It was the first thing I bought when I left Bakersfield."

Ray was the one who gave him the idea. He mentioned something about how he thought Y/n was really good for him. Oscar did not care much for his father's opinion on anything, however knowing he felt that way after only meeting Y/n once, he knew he had something special with her. Something worth fighting for.

He knew it was a risk buying a ring when they were still broken up. He knew there was still a chance she'd shut him out and he'd never be able to figure out what happened. But he knew Y/n, and he knew the love they shared for each other and ultimately decided that he liked his odds.

"I don't know where I'd be without you, baby," he said as he reached for her left hand. "And I don't plan on ever having to find out."

Y/n clasped her right hand over her mouth and cried quietly.

"So... Y/n Flores. Mi amor... Mi vida," he proclaimed, before pausing to place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before continuing. "Will you marry me?"

She opened her mouth and tried to answer, but only found herself letting out sobs. So, instead, Y/n nodded her head profusely and waited for Oscar to slide the ring on her fourth finger before leaning over to kiss him. The two of them stood up soon after and wiped each other's tears while laughing at how utterly happy they were.

Just as Y/n wrapped her arms around Oscar's neck and leaned in to kiss her fiance again, the door to her bedroom busted open and her little sister came sprinting in with their aunt following after.

"Ahh, she said yes!" Jasmine cheered, as she wedged herself between Y/n and Oscar and hugged her big sister tightly. "Tia, she said yes!"

She looked to Oscar, half-expecting him to look uncomfortable, but he did not. Instead, he willingly leaned down so her aunt could kiss his cheek to congratulate the two of them. He then willingly stayed for dinner and even let Jasmine show him how to carry their dad into his bed.

Y/n watched in awe and twirled the silver ring on her finger. The air in Freeridge was still heavy, yet somehow all the more bearable now that he was back.

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Hello! Can you write something with female Y/N and Chishiya? She helped him with something and is injured after that. She fell or burn her back or hit her head, but pretends that nothing happened since she think he doesn't care and the injury it's getting worst by days, Chishiya didn't notice at first and he just don't understand why Y/N is not talking with him but lets it go, then the day of game comes and they both have to play and Y/N faints few hours before registration. He is panicking suddenly aware of his own feelings towards her and he is SO worried and feels guilty. I hope you can add a lot of angst but fluffy end? I'm sorry if this is messy, english is not my first language 😭 Thank you!

Of course! And don’t worry your English is great 😊 I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Panicked Confession | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Kuina, Usagi, Ann, Hatter)

Summary: You get badly burnt while saving Chishiya in a game, but made sure he knew nothing about it. Just before leaving for the next game, you pass out and Chishiya finds you, causing him to panic

Warning: swearing, burn injury, vomiting, fainting

Word Count: 4.9k

*reader is female

“Shit! Guys come on!”

You, Chishiya, Kuina and Usagi rushed through the bottom floor of the building. Flames were curling in the air around each side of you, quickly closing in to eat you alive.

All four of you had almost completed the game, being the only players left after the last puzzle of the building. It was a diamond game, a game of intelligence. You were lucky to have been with Chishiya, as Diamonds games were his specialty.

You were all sprinting across the room, together in a tight pack so the flames don’t manage to touch you. You were panting, feeling your lungs collapsing in on themselves, but you had to press on. Only a few more steps before you could jump through the glass window at the end of the room, which was quickly being engulfed.

Suddenly, you saw Chishiya, who was running next to you, trip on a loose bit of debris laying on the ground inconveniently. You looked back and saw him holding his ankle in pain.

Of course, just your luck.

You all stopped abruptly, skidding along the floor and looking back to Chishiya in fear. He saw you all, his eyes widening.

“What are you doing?! Go!” he called out, wincing in pain.

You looked towards Kuina and Usagi, watching as thoughts spiraled around their heads to figure out what to do. The flame was too close behind Chishiya for it to be safe, if someone was to help him, they would have to risk their life doing so.

Both Kuina and Usagi shook their heads and looked away. They turned away from Chishiya and began jogging towards the window again. You froze. There’s no way they would just leave him like that.

“Guys!” You called out to them. They turned to you with fearful expressions painted on their face. “What are you doing?!” You asked, fear and worry dripping from your words. You had to make up your mind soon or you would be burned to a crisp.

Kuina motioned for you to come to her. “Y/N, there’s no time! We have to go!” you could tell she felt awful about this decision, but you weren’t giving up just yet.

You looked back at Chishiya laying on the ground. He was staring at you with a worried expression, wanting you to hurry up and leave him. You couldn’t leave a friend that easy to die. You had to at least try.

You let out a big sigh and lifted your aching legs to race towards Chishiya. He began yelling at you the moment you started running. “No, no, no! Go Y/N! What are you doing?!”

You ignored his shouting and quickly knelt down beside him to lift his arm around your shoulders. You weren’t going to lose anyone else, you promised yourself that after your friends died in the first game you played after appearing in the Borderlands.

Chishiya kept arguing and shaking his head as you tried to lift his body. He was surprisingly heavy for someone his size. “Y/N, go! There’s no time! You can’t save me!” he at screamed you, becoming more desperate with every plea.

You continued to ignore him and began dragging him along towards the window, where Kuina and Usagi were already working on breaking the glass with debris from around them. “You’re not going to off yourself that easily Chishiya as long as I have a say in it,” you rasped out, struggling to keep upright with the extra weight on your shoulders.

As your heart pounded in your ears and you felt the fire become hotter and hotter around you, you suddenly felt an incredibly sharp pain across your spine. The sensation spread all through your body, from your head to your toe, making you cry out and almost collapse to the ground, but you stayed strong.

Chishiya had given up arguing with you, using his good leg to take a bit of his body weight off your pained shoulders. With his help, you managed to move much quicker, limping and staggering your way towards Kuina and Usagi, who had broken the window and were now waiting for you to come, yelling at you to hurry up.

You didn’t look back; you didn’t want to see how close the flames were. You knew it would do nothing but make the situation worse.

As you neared the window, you slowed down as Kuina ran out to help you lift Chishiya up and out of the window. You were relying completely on adrenaline at that point, having lost all of your strength through running and carrying Chishiya.

You managed to lift yourself through the cracked window, earning a few cuts from the leftover glass on the way, and collapsed onto the grass ground below you. A large barrier from inside the room (probably manufactured for the games) closed over the destroyed window as you fell, being lucky to be the last out of the four of you to escape. The flames were locked in, unable to harm you.

The four of you laid on the grass, panting and trying to regain your breath. As your adrenaline calmed down, the pain of your large burn mark set in. You covered your face with your hand and silently screamed against it, trying to drown out the searing pain somehow. You couldn’t worry the others, not after what just happened.

**************

The next couple of days was nothing but a struggle for you. As soon as you arrived back from the game, you stumbled your way to Ann’s medical room. She took a closer look at your burn wound, applying whatever she had to try and reduce the chance of it getting infected. But unfortunately, that didn’t reduce the pain.

After allowing Ann to wrap a bandage around your upper back to protect the wound, you slowly made your way back to your room on the upper floor. You didn’t want to rush yourself in case you made your wound worse, so you took your time in getting there.

Unfortunately, it was a bit too much time, as you managed to bump into Chishiya who popped out from around the corner. A small panic raised within you; you didn’t want Chishiya to see you like this! It’s embarrassing enough to like someone you had no chance with, but for them to see you stumbling and holding onto the wall because you can’t even keep yourself up? No, not today.

You stood more upright than before, giving Chishiya your best fake smile. “Hey Y/N,” he said, walking past you. You breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that wasn’t too bad.

You started to walk again before you heard Chishiya call out from behind you. “Oh, wait Y/N!”

You turned around, biting your tongue so you didn’t let out a yelp of pain as the skin on your back twisted with your movements. “Yeah?” you acknowledged him.

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “Thanks again, for earlier. I would’ve been a goner if you hadn’t risked your life like that for me,” he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. You’ve never seen him thank someone before, so you were shocked.

“Oh, it was no big deal! We should all help each other out, considering we haven’t really got anything else other than each other,” you said, smiling happily. You felt all giddy from him acknowledging the fact that you risked yourself for him.

“Yeah, but it was still pretty cool of you. Even Kuina and Usagi were willing to leave me there,” he chuckled as his own joke.

You laughed and shook your head at him. “I’m sure they were just doing what they thought was best for everyone else in the moment.”

Chishiya nodded and gave you a small wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then! Hatter let me know in the meeting this evening that you and I are together again. I’m glad though, because you seem to have the skill and brains to get through some tough games.”

You were flattered by his compliment. “Thanks, you too though! We would have burnt to a crisp if it weren’t for you during that diamond game tonight.”

The small talk was killing you. You just wanted to get back to your room and wallow in the silence that engulfed it. At least there, you could suffer from your burn wound a little louder than out in the public eye of The Beach.

Chishiya laughed at your statement. “No, I’m sure with you there it would’ve been fine,” he said back, making you smile wider.

“I’ll see you later then,” you exclaimed, waving a hand at him. He waved back with a grin on his attractive features before he turned around and continued down the hall with his hands tucked into their usual spot in his hoodie pockets.

You let out a big sigh of relief. That was close. You felt the pain seeping through your body the longer you stood there, hoping for Chishiya to just end the conversation. You felt guilty, it may have looked like you were trying to escape, since you were slowly backing towards the corner. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

You stumbled the rest of the way towards your room, wincing and hissing in pain on the way. It felt like Ann didn’t do anything at all, but you couldn’t blame her. She had extremely limited resources and could only leave to search for more every few weeks.

When you finally made it to the door of your room, the familiar number engraved onto the middle of it, you gripped the handle and walked inside.

You collapsed onto your bed onto your stomach. There was no way you would be able to sleep on your back with this kind of pain, so you had to resort to either on your side or on your stomach.

Let’s just say, you had a restless sleep.

****************

You were hoping after a night’s sleep that the pain from your back would have disappeared at least a little bit. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. If anything, it had become worse. You probably managed to roll onto it a few times during the night, reopening any part of the wound that had sealed up over the time you’ve had it.

It took you far too long to get out of bed in the morning. You groaned and moaned in frustration as you crawled your way out of the duvet, almost collapsing off your bed. You felt rather pathetic, but who wouldn’t after not being able to do the simplest of tasks from a wound.

As you were walking to your closet to look for something to wear, you remembered you had to go see Ann again that morning. She had told you last night to return to her medical room the next morning so she could reapply a new bandage onto you, in case the other one gets bacteria or blood on it during the night somehow.

You quickly put on your usual swimmers to wear around the hotel and the black hoodie that you wore most of the time when you got cold. You didn’t want to risk anyone else seeing your wound. The gaping burn mark across your upper back was bound to attract unwanted attention.

You made your way down the hall to go see Ann again. There was nobody in the halls around the rooms due to it being close to noon. You slept in longer than you expected.

You slowly walked down the couple of flights of stairs, making your way to Ann’s medical room on the lower floor. The walk down to the lobby felt longer at that moment than it ever had.

You approached the door with the red cross along the front of it, indicating the medical room. You were about to lift your hand to turn the doorknob before you heard a loud voice yell from further down the corridor.

You shifted your eyes and saw none other than Chishiya striding down the hallway with his usual cocky smirk painted across his face. Of course, you had to run into him out of all people.

“Y/N! Wait!” he yelled as he jogged up to you.

You stayed silent, waiting to hear what he had to say. You wanted to ignore him and just walk into the medical room to see Ann to avoid any kind of questioning or suspicion from him, but you knew that would only make him more curious.

“Hey, you alright?” he frowned, questioning you. He reached out to place a gentle hand on your forearm, but you flinched away before he could touch you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, trying to sound normal. The piercing feeling that your wound brought you began to make its way around your body again, making you slightly shift and shake. ‘Of course, it just has its moment while I’m talking to the one person that I don’t want to look like a weakling in front of,’ you thought to yourself in your head.

Chishiya frowned at your flinch, but seemed to shake it off quickly, moving onto something else. “So anyway, where were you this morning?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

“I-I was in my room. I had a late sleep in,” you said, gripping the doorknob to the medical room.

“Oh, weird. Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” he said with a smirk on his face.

‘Oh shit, he’s mocking my bad memory,” you thought, feeling embarrassed.

“Um… no? Should I?”

“You, Kuina, Alice, Usagi and I were going to meet up this morning to steal some food from the kitchen and take it to the rooftop. You didn’t show up near the pool where we said we were going to meet!” he exclaimed. He was laughing, obviously not caring too much about your forgetfulness.

You thought for a second. You did recall having that conversation. You guessed that you forgot about it because you were so focused on trying to reduce the pain from your burn. Even if you did remember, as if you would’ve been able to run away from the chefs in the kitchen after taking the food with this injury.

“Me and Kuina even knocked on your door. You must have been really knocked out if you didn’t wake up from Kuina’s loud yelling.”

He then raised his eyebrow and smirked. “Unless you were hiding from me?”

Your could tell he was obviously joking, but he wasn’t far off from being right. That has been your intention since last night, but trust Chishiya to figure you out quickly enough.

You heart rate picked up from his accurate accusation. “Uh, sorry Chishiya, but I really have to go,” you mumbled out, giving him a quick fake smile before walking into the medical room and closing the door behind you.

Chishiya’s mischievous smirk fell from his face. You didn’t even give him a chance to say goodbye, and you seemed oddly nervous from his accusation that you were avoiding him. He felt somewhat hurt. Were you trying to avoid him?

He shook off his suspicions and continued down the corridor to the lobby to find something to entertain him for the meantime. You wouldn’t try to avoid him, would you? Perhaps he’ll confront you about it later.

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You were laying in your room reading a book when you heard the usual ring of the bell that was Hatter’s signal for everyone to move down to the lobby to prepare for the night’s games.

“Shit! Is it that late already?” you asked no one, glancing over at the digital clock on your nightstand.

You panicked and saw it was the time that you would head out to games. You said to yourself earlier that you would give yourself an early mark so you could get down there at the right time, considering you would be slow due to your condition, but you got distracted by your book and lost track of time.

You rushed to your feet a little too quickly for your body’s liking, causing the pain of your wound to shoot across your back without mercy, making you yelp in pain and fall forwards.

You managed to catch yourself before you face planted into the ground. You let out a few deep breaths, trying to regain your strength while the piercing pain became worse from your insistence.

You pushed yourself off the ground, placing your foot underneath you and attempting to stand to your feet. You had to make it to the cars at least, you knew if anyone found you at The Beach during game time, they would mark you a coward, or worse: a traitor.

You cursed under your breath and let out pained sobs as you tried to get to your feet again. But unfortunately, your body just wasn’t on your side at that moment.

Your feet gave out underneath you and your head pounded, causing you to feel dizzy and suddenly nauseated. You leant forwards as you emptied the contents of your stomach out onto the floor, gagging on the taste of it in the back of your throat.

Your eyes began to feel heavy, not being able to take the pain and stress you were under. You managed to roll yourself to the side so you wouldn’t land in the pile of vomit and lay yourself across the floor safely before you face planted.

“Fuck,” you rasped out, feeling helpless at that moment.

You couldn’t do anything as your vision narrowed, passing out from pain on the floor of your own room, no one around to help you.

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“Hello again everyone! I would like to say a few words before we all get into our groups and drive to our games!”

Hatter’s usual booming voice thrusted across the crowd in front of him. Another night, another gathering. Just like every other day.

Chishiya stood at his usual spot in the back, leaning against the cement wall and rolling his eyes at Hatter’s words. He never seemed to have anything useful to say. Just some preachy words that created false hope.

‘How about for a change, he gave us some advice? It would probably spare some people a few headaches,’ Chishiya thought to himself.

He stood on his toes and tried to search the crowd for the top of your head. He was becoming anxious. You would usually be down in the lobby by now.

He was more nervous due to the way you’ve been acting all day. Usually, you two were joined at the hip twenty-four seven, but the only time he saw you that day was in the morning when you walked into the medical room.

He wondered why you were going in there. You never went to Ann unless it was for something drastic, but you seemed completely healthy and unharmed.

As the time ticked on, Chishiya became more and more worried. You would never skip out on a game; you were too afraid of being caught by the executives for that.

Hatter finished off his nightly speech with the list of groups and which number wristbands go where. Chishiya didn’t even care to pay attention as everyone began making their way towards the entrance of the hotel where they would pile into the cars and drive off to the games. He ran the opposite way, clambering up the flights of stairs to reach the level your room is on. If you had to be anywhere, it would be there.

He powered his legs into a sprint, having to brush his white locks out of his face once or twice due to them getting in the way. He eventually arrived at your room, stopping and panting to regain his breath.

He knocked on your door quietly at first, not knowing if you were asleep or something. “Y/N?” he called out through the door. “We need to head off to the games. Did you not hear the bell?”

When he received nothing but silence as an answer, he took it upon himself to walk in to see if you were there. He opened the door and peeked his head around the side, being careful in case you were indecent for some reason.

As he walked in further, his heart dropped as he saw you laying on the ground passed out.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, rushing over to your body and kneeling beside you. He lifted your head onto his lap gently and immediately checked your neck for a pulse. A small feeling of relief flowed through him when he felt the beat of your heart on his fingers.

“Oh my god Y/N, what’s happened to you?” he stressed, tapping your cheek with his hand to see if you would wake. He was beginning to become more worried as time ticked on. He glanced over at the clock on your nightstand and saw that it was getting later. He had to wake you up before registration closed for all the games.

He lifted you up from under your arms, using all his strength to pull you into your small bathroom. He placed you gently on the tiled floor, stuffing a towel underneath your head for support. He quickly shifted your body around, trying to look for any source of injury that caused you to pass out. He froze when he noticed a few stains of blood on the back of your hoodie. He quickly lifted the hem of your shirt to see what was causing the stains.

His eyes almost popped out of his head from the sight. He gasped at the huge burn wound on your back, stretching across from your shoulder blades to your waist. The bandage that Ann had wrapped around it had come loose, hanging off your abdomen carelessly. His heart filled with guilt as he examined it more closely. Why didn’t he look after you?

He immediately put two and two together and realized that you had probably passed out from the pain of the burn mark.

He stood up from his position on the floor and grabbed a small cloth from your towel rack, running it under the water from the tap. He knelt back down next to you and carefully placed the wet fabric against your wound. He was so afraid of hurting you, but he had to do what he could to make you better for the game.

“Oh, come on, please wake up Y/N,” he breathed out. Stress and anxiety filled his tone, making the air more tense.

“Please wake up, please be okay. I love you, please don’t die Y/N,” he suddenly felt small tears gathering in his eyes as he stood up quickly to refresh the cloth that he was using to clean the burn.

He felt his hidden feelings begin to pour out of his mouth. He couldn’t handle the strain seeing you like this was having on his emotions.

He brought the cloth back, but this time he turned you over slightly so he could place it on your face. Your eyes were still shut tightly, not showing any indication of opening.

Chishiya ran the fingers of his other hand along your cheek, tapping softly on your skin, hoping that you would wake up from the physical contact. He felt desperate. He has never felt this helpless before, not even in games.

He allowed his few tears to fall down his cheek, lifting your head and pressing his forehead against yours. “Please wake up, we have to go. Just wake up and I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled out with shaky breaths.

He didn’t know what else to do. He could do nothing but hope.

A few minutes passed with Chishiya just holding you and pressing the cold cloth onto your face, trying to make you open your eyes. And eventually you did.

Chishiya breathed in a huge sigh of relief when he saw your eyes flutter open slowly, dazed and confused. He smiled and kept the cloth pressed to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed out, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into his chest for a close hug. You groaned loudly at the contact as Chishiya accidentally placed his hand on your wound.

“Chishiya, be careful,” you rasped out against his chest. He flinched away immediately and apologized.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, lifting you up under your arms again. You groaned, not being able to stand up on your own yet. Chishiya kept you close to his chest as you leant against him.

He managed to clean you up with you leaning most of your body weight on him. He helped you wash out your mouth and clean your teeth to get rid of the taste of vomit and reapplied the bandage that had fallen off your wound. He did it all with such care and concern, being afraid of hurting you or overwhelming you with anything.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the games?” you asked after you had finished rinsing your face.

“I noticed you weren’t at the lobby when Hatter called everyone, so I ran to your room and found you,” he answered, fixing your hoodie on your back from when he had to lift it to clean your injury.

“So, everyone’s gone?” you asked with a worried expression. Chishiya nodded, leaning on the sink next to you to check your face to see if you were alright.

“But if they find us, they’ll mark us as traitors!” you exclaimed, fear filling your head.

Chishiya placed his index finger on your lips to shush you. “Shh, only if they can hear us. We can just stay in here and be quiet, and hopefully no one suspects that we’re missing,” he said, smiling to calm you down.

You searched his eyes for any uncertainty but chose to let it go and just listen to him. “Okay.”

You both sat side by side on the floor of your small bathroom, Chishiya running his hand up and down your arm to keep your anxiety away. After a while of comfortable silence, you spoke up.

“Thanks, Chishiya, for helping me. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be lying on the ground next to a pile of my own puke,” you laughed at yourself.

Chishiya giggled. “It’s okay. I care about you Y/N, I couldn’t just leave you there.”

You looked at him with sparkling eyes, being taken back by his statement. “Really?” you asked, not believing him.

He smiled lovingly and caressed your cheek with his fingers. “Of course, I’d do anything if it was to help you.”

You thought you would have a cute moment together, but that flew out the window when Chishiya slapped you lightly across the cheek. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to bring a shocked expression onto your face.

“But next time, tell me when you’re hurt instead of trying to hide it from me like an idiot! You really think you’d be able to hide something like this from me?” he scolded you like a mother, but you giggled at his reaction.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you next time. Why did I ever think I could keep something from someone with an intelligent mind like yours,” you teased, leaning closer to his face.

Chishiya raised his eyebrows. “Hm, thanks, I guess? Not sure if that was a compliment or if you’re poking fun at me.”

You chuckled. “Take it however you want,” you whispered. You finally closed to space between you, allowing your lips to clash against his. Chishiya let out a shocked sound, but quickly melted against you and accepted your kiss.

You both sat on the floor of your bathroom, moving your mouths together while Chishiya tried hard to place his hands on you without touching your burn mark. You appreciated his care, but he ended up having to awkwardly place them on your upper arms, rubbing up and down them slowly.

You pulled away first, making Chishiya chase your lips as you moved away, making you giggle. “There’s my thank you gift,” you said cheekily, leaning away from him and back into your seating position.

Chishiya pouted at you. “That’s it? That was barely a kiss!” he argued, trying to move closer to you, wanting more of your affection.

“Chishiya, your tongue was in my mouth. I think that clarifies as a kiss,” you stated, placing your hand on his mouth and pushing him away gently. “Maybe let down that tough guy persona more often and take care of me, maybe then you’ll get more kisses.”

Chishiya leaned back and frowned. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be the norm now. I’m not going to let you control my personality just for a bit of affection.”

Well, that was a lie.

Author’s Note: Every Chishiya fanfic I’ve written has had some sort of angsty moment in it 😂 this man is going through it

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affray | dean winchester x fem!reader

description: y/n gets badly injured after a hunt.

trigger warnings: major/minor injuries, blood, graphic violence, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.1k

"Sammy, get her out of here now!" Dean's voice was a guttural growl as you had been withering in pain against the floor, your right hand gripped onto the wall. Your short nails dug into the cement as you clenched your jaw, the bone of your knee had been pushed to the side, out of its place.

Sam's long hair bounced as he rushed over to you. He knelt down to meet your level as you felt hot sweat trickle down your forehead. "What about you, Dean?" Sam called back as he started to lift you off the ground, your arm draped around his shoulders. He lifted your feet up and off the ground, since you had been unable to walk.

"Don't worry about me, just get her to the car!" Dean shouted as he dodged another strike from a bloodsucker. Luckily, Dean would not be left alone to fight, Castiel was there to assist.

You clung onto Sam as he carried you out of the vampire's nest, your eyes squeezing shut as he ran; cradling you. His breathing was quick, you could feel his chest rise and fall at a rapid pace.

"Hang on, Y/N/N.." Sam breathed out as he hurried to the Impala, quickly opening the backdoor so that he could place you inside gently. You let out a grunt as you sat with your leg sticking out of the car, unable to move it.

"I think it's dislocated, Sammy.." You choked out, squeezing your eyes shut. He looked down at you with his lips parted, unsure of what to do in the moment. You met his gaze when you looked up, your warm eyes glossy, "Go on.. I'll wait here, I'll be fine!" You struggled to nudge the tall Winchester so that he'd hurry back and help his brother and Castiel.

"I'll be right back, I promise, try not to move it!" Sam called out as he hurried back into the nest with his machete in hand.

You watched as he got smaller and smaller in the distance. Your whole body hurt the longer you waited for them. You had only hoped that the pain would decrease if you held your hand around it, but it did little to no good. You tried not to think too much of the pain, but everything you attempted only made it hurt worse. All you could do was wait.

The nest was cleared out and you were in the backseat, breathing heavily as Dean sped off in the Impala down a backroad with Sam in the passenger seat and Castiel beside you.

"Hurry up, Dean.." You grunted, teeth clenching as you felt your body heat up by the second. More sweat trickled down your face as your eyes blurred with tears at the pain.

"We're almost there, Y/N, I'm going as fast as I can," Dean glanced back at you through he rear view mirror, a worried expression wiped upon his face.

Despite Dean pushing down on the gas pedal, it felt as though the car was moving slower. You felt the gravel beneath the car as you noticed that Dean had pulled up beside the door to the bunker. The engine was cut as everyone started funneling out of the car. Dean hurried to your side of the car and opened the door. You draped your arm around his shoulders as Sam took your other side, letting your free arm cling around his shoulders.

Castiel hurried to the door and pushed it open as Sam and Dean carefully brought you inside. You winced as you were carried into the living room. Castiel hurried behind as you were placed gently down onto the sofa. Jack had found his way into the living room, with the utmost confused expression.

"Sammy, get me some rags," Dean knelt down before your dislocated knee and released a gentle breath. You looked down at Dean, still attempting to control your breathing. The pain worsened as Sam exited the room to get a few towels.

"Alright, sweetheart.. this'll hurt," Dean looked up to you, his pupils dilating as he gazed at you with concern.

"Don't care, just do it, please," You squeezed your eyes shut. You felt the cushion dip as Castiel sat beside you with his hand held out.

"Would you like me to hold your hand?" He offered a soft grin, hoping it would ease the tension in your body.

You chuckled through the pain and took his hand, squeezing it softly at first, but felt a sharp crack beneath your skin as Dean pushed your kneecap back into place with all the strength he had in him. You squeezed Castiel's hand a bit harder and clenched your jaw, in hopes that you would muffle the verbal pain.

"Here, Dean," Sam came back in the room with a couple towels. Dean grabbed them quickly and snugly tied them around your kneecap, so that the bone would remain in place.

"You know, you could've given me a three-count, Dean," You released Castiel's hand from your grip and nudged his shoulder. He smirked up to you and pushed himself off the ground, taking a seat next to you.

"What happened, Y/N?" Jack appeared before you, with his head tilted.

"I fell, kiddo," You offered him a warm gaze, "But I'm better now, thanks to the old man." You referred to Dean, elbowing his side playfully. He couldn't fight his smile.

"I'm only a year older than you and at least I'm not as clumsy as you are," Dean chuckled. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you kept your leg levitated upon the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Need some ice for that, Y/N/N?" Sam asked, his gaze calm and very much relieved that you were feeling better.

You nodded with a thin smile, "Thanks, Sammy." He nodded his head and escaped to the kitchen. You leaned up to press a soft kiss to Dean's cheek, the stubble along his jawline grazed against your lips. "And thank you," You whispered with a gentle smile forming. Dean's face flushed a light shade of red as he gazed down at you with gentleness and affection.

a/n: hi besties!! so this was kinda rushed, but i've been wanting to write something like this for a while and i'm not too happy about how this one turned out, but it was really fun to write, nonetheless. i hope you enjoyed this one, my darlings! be safe, have a wonderful day and as always, treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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Listen, Before I Go | Finan x Reader One Shot

Welcome to my first one shot/first Reader!Fic.

Be gentle, I'm trash.

Warning: Major Character Death, (its sad, okay, idk what else to say.)

Words: 3847

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@solinarimoon @lauwrite1225

You had seen many things in your life as a traveling healer. Wounds and illnesses alike, taking you from place to place wherever people may need you. Taking care of people was in your blood. Both your parents were healers, and you planned on using all they taught you to care for people around the world. And yet, when you met Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his crew of accident-prone warriors in the aftermath of the battle at Tettenhall, something inside you told you to stay. A feeling in your heart, telling you that no one will ever need you more than they would. Over the months that passed, that feeling proved true. You healed every cut, bruise, and battle wound they would come to acquire. Each wound healed was a bond growing stronger with each man in Uhtred’s service, including your lord himself.

Osferth, the first of the Coccham boys you healed. His kindness was always warming to the heart. Sihtric, who spoke often of his wife and joked about his desire to return to her in one piece. And of course, Finan, whose laugh made your heart skip a beat and smile did things to you that was certainly ungodly. They were your family, and you loved them all dearly.

And you would do whatever it took to save their lives.

Especially now, when they needed you most.

“Sihtric!” You scream out at the sight of him, bloody and broken. The snow falls thick and heavy around you, stained red with the Danish man’s blood and Osferth and Finan work together to lift him from the ground.

“We got him, Y/N, just go!” Finan yells out, and you nod okay. The storm is picking up and though the raiders that ambushed you are dead, none of you are out of the woods yet.

Up ahead is a cave. It’s cold and dark but it’s dry, and getting Sihtric out of the storm is your main priority.

“This way, to the cave!” You call out as you lead the men forward, being sure to check for any unfriendly creatures that might be hiding out from the storm inside. When the coast is clear, you wave the others on.

As carefully as they can, Osferth and Finan lower Sihtric to the ground. The injured warrior groaned as he touched the ground, “We need to make a fire.” Finan tells the rest of you.

“Did anyone see Lord Uhtred?” Osferth questions, making you and Finan glance at each other.

You shake your head no, and then Finan looks back to Osferth, “He must be with Lady Aethelflaed.”

“Should we look for them-”

“We can’t,” Finan cuts him off, sighing, “We must stick together, make a fire, and take care of Sihtric.”

“I will tend to Sihtric,” You tell them, “Go get what you need for a fire but please stay close, this storm is only getting worse, and finding your way back might get harder.”

Finan nods okay, and the two men leave as you bend down to check up on Sihtric. He’s breathing heavy but he’s still alert so that has you at ease. Checking his wound on his side, it doesn’t seem bad but it will definitely need stitching. His skin, however, is freezing to the touch and that makes you nervous, “That bad?” Sihtric chuckles the best he can, his eyes looking so very tired.

“Not at all, you needed stitches. That’s all,” You tell him as you look through the pouch tied to your belt.

“You are a bad liar, Y/N,” He huffs, looking up to the ceiling of the cave, “Tell me, please.”

Biting your lip, you sigh and glance away, “You're freezing, you need fire or you may get sick.”

“I could have told you that,” He laughs but the motion makes his side hurt and his laughter turns to a wince.

“You must rest, Sihtric, please,” You tell him as you find your needle and thread, “Eahlswith will not forgive you if you do not make it home in one piece, remember?”

“Ealhswith,” He smiles slightly, and then grunts as you start to clean the wound, “I miss her.”

“And you will see her soon, I promise,” Glancing up, you can see fear in Sihtrics eyes, and it breaks your heart, “I swear it, Sihtric.”

He only nods, and you continue to care for him in silence.

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Time has passed, and the fire has been made, but it’s small and just barely enough to keep you all comfortable so to make up for the lack of heat you all huddle close to each other. You are to Sihtric’s left, Finan is to yours, and Osferth is on the other side of Sihtric. Sihtric’s wound was cleaned well but he is still very cold and you’re trying your best not to show how worried you are. As you take a deep breath, you let out a shiver and it shakes your whole body.

Noticing how cold you are, Finan scoots closer and wraps his arms around yours and holding it tight, “You alright, Y/N?”

You glance momentarily at Sihtric, who's currently half awake with his head on your shoulder and his eyes on the fire ahead of them, and then look back at Finan, “I am.”

It’s a lie. You’re terrified.

Terrified of losing your friends, of dying to the cold, but mostly you’re terrified of not being able to keep the oath you made to Lord Uhtred and yourself to keep them all safe. It’s killing you inside.

Sihtric is shivering to your right, his cold body against yours sending chills down your spine.

“Alright there, Sihtric?” You ask him, though you know the answer. Instead of staying strong, you can feel him shake his head no. His fear brings a tear to your eyes, “It’ll be okay.”

“It will not,” Sihtric whispers, making everyone else suddenly alert to how beaten he’s feeling.

“It will be, Sihtric, we will get out of this mess like we have every other mess Uhtred has gotten us into,” Finan tries to joke in an attempt to keep everyone’s spirit up.

“Uhtred isn’t even here,” Sihtric tells him, his head still rested on your shoulder, “We might never see him again. I might not-”

“We are getting out of here,” Osferth adds, “God will see us through this.”

“He is not my God, Osferth, he does not care if I live or die,” Sihtric argues.

None of you have seen him so defeated before.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” You tell Sihtric as you turn your body to face him, forcing him to lift his head up. You can tell it’s a struggle for him to hold himself up, and it’s hard for you to keep a calm expression. You grab Sihtric by his face and put on your best smile, but your eyes are still watering and the wind outside has made it so unbearably cold; so at this point, you don’t know if you have it in your heart to lie to him. So you don’t, “I know you are cold, and you hurt, but I will do whatever it takes to make sure you get home to Coccham. To your wife, and to your son.”

Sihtric nods okay, but his eyes tell another story as he starts to cry.

Past his shoulder, you can see Osferth is also looking mighty defeated as his own eyes start to get red, and behind you, Finan’s hand has gripped your cloak and tight.

And then, to make matters worse, the fire dies.

“Fucking bastard fire!” Finan growls loudly as he kicks the still hot wood with his foot, making soot spread, “Fuck!” His scream echoes throughout the cave as he gets up and stomps around in anger, and you look away from Sihtric as you start to cry, biting your lip in hopes of keeping your fear to yourself.

On the tips of your fingers, you feel Sihtric’s tears falling down.

“Finan, sit... please,” Osferth calls out, and you can hear his voice cracking, “Being angry will solve nothing.”

Sihtrics’ crying has worsened, and now they can all hear him.

You pull him closer to you, cuddling him like a child in your arms, trying your best to keep him warm. His sobbing is enough to shake you both, but you keep your grip on him strong. Osferth scoots his body closer to Sihtrics, putting his arm around his brother, and to your left, you can hear Finan return to his seat. After a moment or two, you can feel his arms wrap around your waist and hold you tight.

At least if you die, it will be next to those you love the most.

The four of you sit this way in silence for some time, the only things you can hear are Sihtric crying and the strong snowy winds blowing outside the cave. You have never been a very religious person, but at that moment you find yourself praying to every god you can think of to save the ones you love.

A moment later you hear Sihtric sniffle, and shuffle a bit in your arms before he sighs and speaks, “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Can you sing for us?” He asks, and you nod yes.

If you can bring him comfort now, in what very well might be his final hours, you will do whatever he wishes.

“Take me to the rooftop. I wanna see the world when I stop breathing. Turning blue,” You rest your cheek on top of Sihtric’s head, and your eyes glance away as you continue, “Tell me, love is endless, don't be so pretentious. Leave me, like you do. If you need me, wanna see me, better hurry 'Cause I'm leaving soon,” There's sniffling in the air as you sing, you can hear Osferth shuffling, probably to get closer to Sihtric, and you can feel Finan’s arms grip you tighter. “Sorry, can't save me now. Sorry, I don't know how. Sorry, there's no way out but down, mm down.”

You move your left hand down to where Finan is holding you tight, and he moves to grab it, squeezing it as best he can. His hand is lacking a glove, and yet you can feel his warmth.

You hold on to that feeling as you continue singing, “Taste me, the salty tears on my cheek. That's what a year-long headache does to you. I'm not okay, I feel so scattered, don't say I'm all that matters. Leave me. Deja vu. If you need me, wanna see me, you better hurry. I'm leaving soon,” Finan’s head is on your shoulder, you can feel his breath on your neck. It makes you think of all the times you should’ve kissed him. You should have told him. Probably too late for that now, though, “Sorry, can't save me now. Sorry, I don't know how. Sorry, there's no way out, but down, mm down. Write my friends and tell them that I love them. And I'll miss them... but I'm not sorry. Write my friends and tell them that I love them, and I'll miss them…”

Sorry.

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The men have been asleep for some now, but you’re still awake. You have been staring at Sihtric all night, watching his chest rise and fall. Making sure his chest still rises and falls. A couple of times you’ve even put your fingers to his lips to make certain that he’s still breathing. Anything to make sure he’ll survive through the night. On the other side of him, Osferth is sound asleep, you can hear the man snore just slightly, and see him cuddled against Sihtric’s side.

The inside of this cave is freezing but you know it’s better than being out in the storm.

“Y/N?” You hear Finan whisper, “Are you up?”

“I am,” You whisper back, your fingers hovering just above Sihtric’s lips. Still breathing, good. You roll over slowly to not wake him, and when you are facing Finan, you sigh, “He is still alive, thank God.”

“Do you think he’ll make it?” Finan asks quietly, his eyes a red mess.

You shrug, not wanting to lie right now, “I do not know, Finan,” You shake your head, and the tears are building in your eyes again and your next words barely make it out, “I fear the worst.”

The tears fall down your cheeks and you try your best to not cry too loudly because you fear waking them more than you do crying in front of the man who’s stolen your heart. Finan reaches out to hold you by your cheeks and you can feel how warm he is still, it’s not much but enough to feel wonderful against your cold face as you cry. He shuffles his body closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your face as you open your eyes.

You don’t want to die without him knowing how he makes you feel. How he makes your heart flutter. How he fills you with so much life.

How loved he makes you feel.

“Finan- I need to tell you something,” You get yourself ready to say the words, but he stops you with his finger on your lips.

“Tell me in the morning, Y/N,” He’s smiling, but his eyes are red and full of tears.

“But what if we don’t make it to morning?” Your voice cracks, and instead of answering Finan leans in and kisses you. It’s warm and delicious, and you want to kick yourself that it’s only happening now when you might not live to see another day because your body is cold but kissing Finan now fills your soul with so much warmth.

Perhaps this wouldn’t be a terrible way to die.

The two of you stay like that for a while, and you're trying your best to etch every inch of him into your mind as he pulls you in closer by the way to deepen the kiss. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s like coming home, and when you finally break apart the content smile on his face says he feels the same.

Finan leans back in, kissing your face over and over again. Making sure to kiss away all the tears that have stained your cheeks and then finding his way to your neck, “If I didn’t fear waking them, I’d pull my cock from my trousers and warm you with that.”

You try to bite your lip to contain your laughter, but a snicker comes out anyway, “I’m sure that is that last thing either of them would like to see now.”

“Aye, but what a sight it would be,” He smirks, leaning in for another kiss, “But If I’m going to bed you, Y/N, it will be properly I swear it.”

“I will hold you to that,” You tell him with another kiss, and as you move to separate you can see the expression on his face shift and the mood become more somber, "We should try to sleep. We need our energy."

"You sleep, I'll keep watch," Finan tells you, kissing your forehead.

"Nothing is going to hurt us here but the cold," You try to tell him, "Please try to sleep, Finan."

"I will, Y/N, let me just hold you for a while," Finan nods for you to turn around and you comply, and a moment later his arms are around your waist again and he's kissing behind your ear. Then, barely a whisper and more like wind, you can hear him say something in your ear, "Tá grá agam duit."

It's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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You wake from your sleep in a cold sweat, your heart racing as you rise quickly from the ground. The first thing you do is turn your body to your right to check on Sihtric, and to your surprise you find him sitting up and wide awake.

It brings tears to your eyes.

"Oh thank God," You can't help but say at the sight of him.

Sihtric smiles slightly. He looks tired, but he's alive and that's all the matters, "Good morning, Y/N."

"How are you feeling?" You ask as you lean over to put the back of your hand on his forehead. He's warmer than he was last night, which is a good sign, "Warmer? Is your wound okay?"

"Looks like you did it again, Y/N," Osferth calls out as he enters the cave with firewood in his hand, "Told you you’d be okay." Osferth drops the wood where the original fire once sat and then walks over to Sihtric and ruffles his hair, "Lord Uhtred will be pleased."

You chuckle, wiping your face of tears, and then suddenly you remember last night and Finan.

With a smile still on your face you turn to your left, where you can see his body still lying there, "Finan, it's morning-" the moment you put your hand on him your smile fades and your heart drops as you notice something very important. His fur cloak isn't on his body, but on yours and Finan is cold, "Finan?" You shake his shoulder as you call his name, the frantic sound of your voice getting the other’s attention, "Finan!"

Osferth rushes to your side just as you turn him on his back, and you place your fingers to his lips and can barely feel a thing. Osferth, however, has his hand on Finan’s forehead, "He's burning up."

"I cannot feel his breath," You tell Osferth as the tears hit you quick, and your breathing is all over the place, "Finan, come on, please-" you start to pump at his chest to get his heart moving, breathing into his mouth to help him get air. You do both this over and over again, trying not to let the sobbing stop you, "Come on, Finan, please!"

"Y/N?" You can hear Sihtric's voice question you from where he sits, the sound of fear clear.

You keep going, refusing to give up on him. Thinking about the other night.

You still haven't told him-

"Y/N," Osferth calls to you, but you do not stop, "Y/N," He tries pulling you away, but you keep going, and going, but now Osferth is pulling a little harder, "Y/N, please-"

And just as Osferth is about to tell you to stop, Finan starts to gasp for air and your heart can beat again, "God, thank you," you cry as you pull Finan close to you, taking off the cloak he gave you in the night and putting it back around his body. He's breathing lightly, but he's breathing so that's good enough for now, "You're okay, Finan, you're okay." He lifts his hand up to grab yours and you place a kiss on the top of his head.

“It seems your God is with us, Osferth,” Sihtric chuckles from behind them, making you and Osferth look back at him with a smile.

“We need to get out of this cave,” Osferth smiles, patting your shoulder as he rises to his feet.

“Why, when you’ve seemed to have made it home?” The voice from behind you has you all turning heads, a shocked and pleased look on your faces when you see Lord Uhtred has found you, “Y/N, what have you done to my men? They look awful.”

You laugh in relief at the sight of him. It seems all the Gods have heard your prayer.

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You all get home to Coccham in one piece, and you’ve never been happier to see your little home in your whole life. They leave Finan with you so you can watch him recover, and you do not mind giving the Irishman your bed. It’ll take him a few days to heal, and after everything that has happened, you’d prefer to keep a close watch on him. Sihtric and Ealhswith stop by to visit, partially so you check on Sihtric and partially so Ealthswith can thank you with meals for bringing her husband home.

Osferth and Lord Uhtred stop by as well. Finan isn’t always awake so they usually sit by his side for a while. Osferth prays and you think Uhtred might too.

You are cooking dinner one evening when you hear movement in your bedroom, and the sound of something falling over. You immediately rush to the other room to find that Finan is trying to sit up, and has knocked a cup of water to the floor.

“What do you think you're doing?” You giggle as he leans back down, feeling grateful to see him awake.

“If you wanted me in your bed, Y/N, you only needed to ask,” Finan jokes as you walk closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed, “What happened?”

“You’re a fool, that’s what happened,” You tell him as you put your hand to his forehead and he is no longer burning, which is good, “You had a fever, almost froze to death,” Your smile fades as you take a deep breath, “I thought I lost you for a moment…”

“A fever?” He questioned, looking generally lost, “I don’t remember a fever,” He reaches out and takes your hand, gently rubbing your knuckles, “But I do remember some things. You were going to tell me something, were you not?”

You smile and lean down to kiss his forehead, “I’ll tell you when you're out of this bed.”

Finan laughs, using his other hand to reach out and hold you close from your neck, “Will you now?”

“You have promises you have to make good on first,” Your smirk as you lean in closer.

“Oh and I plan on making good of them, Y/N,” Finan tells you in a low voice that makes you squirm.

You chuckle as you lean in even closer, “God is good.”

“Aye,” He smirks as he hovers over your lips, “Praise him.”

Oh, you do. You thank him later that night in bed as you ride him and Finan makes good on his promise to warm you. A bed that Finan ends up never leaving and now you share together. You praise him on your wedding day, and multiple times on your wedding night. You praise him a few months later when you find yourself pregnant with your firstborn, and again when you give birth to your first son. You thank God for every child you have after, and every moment with this family of yours; made and found, that you decided to stay in Coccham and make it your home.

You thank God, all the Gods, for every moment they bless you with.

Even once your husband passes on.

And one day, when you're old, tired, and lying in the grass surrounded by the ones you love most you thank him one last time; before you go, for blessing you with such a life.

Grateful to go out under the heat sun, taking in the world one last time.

#finan x reader #one shot #angst #we here to get sad kids #character death #the last kingdom #tlk #finan the agile #tlk finan #fanfic #fanfiction #mcloveproductions

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yesssss, I'm still trying to recover from the finale... Can you do an story w Eddie pining for Buck after his break up w Ana? Like he releaized his feelings for Buck after getting shot and almost dying but Buck is together w Tyler? Please and thank youuuu

AN: Sorry, this got away from me and I wrote more than I thought I would! Thanks for the great prompt, I really loved it but wasn’t sure where to take it, so a lot of this is Eddie’s internal thoughts. Hope you still like it!

Eddie hadn’t meant for it to go on for as long as it did. Truly, he hadn’t – time had a funny habit of slipping away from him as of late; in his recovery, what mattered most to him was getting himself back to normal – or as close as he could ever return to, given what he had been through – and keeping life as stable as possible… for Christopher. No big changes, no upsetting surprises.

That thought did little to ease the lingering sense of guilt, though.

It had been only a few days since Eddie finally sat Ana down to, as delicately as he could, say that their time together was coming to a close.

She had been so lovely about it, too, because that was her nature and it had made having to break it off worse, almost. Ana was kind, sweet, understanding – perfectly nice – and, for all those reasons, she deserved better, a lot more; someone who was completely in it for her, as invested in her as she was in them. He didn’t always realise it, but he knew for a while before he broke it off that he couldn’t be that person for Ana. In time, another would be. He was sure of it.

He had felt, much to his embarrassment, tears burning his eyes as he explained to her that he entered a relationship with her for the wrong reasons… and that he had so much to figure out about himself. She had clasped his hand in hers, gave a watery smile, and told him that she understood; she had even reassured him that it was all okay and he didn’t need to be too hard on himself over it. It was the most amicable split he could’ve imagined happening. With guilt, came the sweetness of relief, an acute light feeling that he didn’t notice was missing for the longest time.

And then, once that was over and the dust had settled… he was free. Free to… wallow, he supposed, in what he had realised weeks ago, because there was nothing that Eddie could do about it.

He remembered how it felt, being disoriented, in pain, slipping from consciousness, with those blue eyes boring into his, wide and frantic, as Buck fought hard for him, for his very life. How it felt afterwards seeing his face come into view from around the corner, smiling at him with such a genuine and unfiltered joy. Warmth, safety, and happiness – because Buck was family, that much he had decided to make official in a legal tie a year ago.

It was the overwhelming feeling of love, and relief in seeing him safe, unharmed and by his side the first chance he got, that sent Eddie’s mind reeling and down a path he couldn’t back out from. Buck was all of that to him, and more, and the feeling of longing had burrowed into Eddie’s mind, becoming a nagging and persistent sensation that made him feel… sick, flustered, and even morose.

Love – romantic and sexual love - for Eddie had always been a struggle, had wound up feeling oddly… unnatural, as though he was following the expectations of others, or his own idea of familial obligation, rather than his own heart. He was chasing something that, by all accounts, should have felt right, but with Ana… and even with Shannon, it was wrong; it all fell flat in some way. Finally becoming aware of the different light in which he saw Buck in was like a piece of himself just clicking into place; he felt whole, finally.

It was more than a little inconvenient, though, realising that he was in love with his best friend… someone that he happened to see pretty much every day, either at work or off shift. His very straight, very happily coupled up best friend. It was a lot to wrap his head around.

Of course, Eddie was being very mature about it, something he could find a small bit of pride in – because he knew he needed to get over this, to respect Buck’s happiness, his relationship with Taylor, and not ruin their friendship by foolishly expressing what he really wanted. That was the respectable, adult thing to do. So, he kept his desire quiet, and he tried his best to be the good, supportive friend Buck knew him to be, but… in a small way, he had pulled back; he knew he had. Sometimes, Eddie was allowed to act to protect himself; allowed to be a touch selfish. To get over it, he needed a bit more space than usual. It was only fair.

“Eddie,” came Hen’s voice unexpectedly; he picked up instantly on the concerned undertone.

From the corner of his eye, he could see her furrowed brows and the frown lines on her face. He wished people would stop looking at him like that – like he was to be pitied, like he was still injured and helpless. The whole team all went through their fair share of ordeals… it seemed part of the job description, but there was something about the sniper targeting them that unnerved everybody more than anything else that they had faced before. It had struck Eddie’s core, too, and brought up a lot of ugly, old wounds - he was giving therapy another try because of it… and it was going better than it had before, to his surprise.

It had been months since he was shot, significant progress had been made, but there was still an unspoken tension in the firehouse at times. It was especially bad with Buck – he had pulled closer than ever, always happy, eager even, to offer his support and help in… everything, which made Eddie’s need for maintaining some space between them all the more difficult. It also gave him a sliver of hope, and that was a dangerous thing. He had grown too dependent on Buck; he had someone else to share him with now, he thought with a pang to his chest.

“Yeah?” he returned tiredly after a delay, still staring ahead.

His gaze was fixed on where Buck was sat a small distance away with Chimney by his side, his head thrown back laughing in a moment that ought to be captured in a photograph – oh, and how that beautiful, jubilant sound leaving his mouth twisted mercilessly at Eddie’s insides.

“You’ve been moving that piece of pasta around your bowl for the last ten minutes.”

“… So I have,” he sighed, letting his fork clatter against the plate in defeat.

He’d barely touched his lunch, but his appetite had been culled. Buck’s voice was loud – it carried effortlessly across the room. So, he easily overheard Buck responding to Chimney bringing up the topic of Taylor, and it was… embarrassing, the impact it had, how easily it soured his mood.

“Is that all I get? It’s ‘going well’?” Chimney exclaimed, nudging Buck’s side, a teasing grin on his face. “C’mon, Buckley. We usually can’t get you to shut up.”

Buck laughed bashfully and lifted his head up, almost catching his eye, but Eddie averted his gaze just in time to miss it. He could’ve sworn that he caught the sight of Buck’s smile faltering. He shook his head, working to tune out that conversation as best he could.

“You know… it’s okay to need more time. If you’re not ready to be back yet, no one will think less of you,” Hen suggested hesitantly, voice soft.

“No, it’s-- not that. I’m glad to be back. This is where I need to be,” he said simply.

Eddie didn’t like where this conversation was headed – but none of it broke through to his expression, and so Hen pushed on, sympathy etched into her features.

“Then… tell me what’s bothering you? You seem down, Eddie – a lot, lately – and I can’t sit here and act like I’m not worried.”

Had it really been that obvious? It was like he, a man in his thirties, had been rendered a hapless, lovestruck teenager – with how he let his feelings for Buck affect him so obviously that Hen had not only noticed but grown worried for him. It was so tragic he could almost laugh.

“Mm, I have a therapist for that,” he said with a wry smile, but instantly regretted it as he saw how Hen leant back in her seat, lips twisting into a frown.

She was trying to help, to be a good friend, and he was dismissive of her attempt right away. His tendency to try to avoid more heavy, emotional talks was one of the issues brought up in therapy and he really was working on it, but it felt impossible, in that moment, to tell the truth, to speak the words aloud to somebody else. Even though he knew Hen would, without a doubt, understand and keep his secret for him – that it might even help for her to know, as awkward and humiliating as it might be at first.

“Sorry. I just…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He dared to look back over to the corner where Buck was – now, he was showing Chimney pictures on his phone, which were undoubtedly of him and Taylor. Jealousy welled up inside of Eddie, burning hot, and another sigh fell from his lips as he lifted a hand to run down the side of his face. It wasn’t getting easier, only more frustrating.

When he glanced back at Hen, she was already watching him, an odd look on her face, eyes slowly widening. Realisation had already dawned before he could interject and divert the conversation.

“Wait. You-- Buck--?” she started.

Panic enveloped Eddie and, before she could go any further, he abruptly sprang to his feet, hands clasped together.

“Coffee?” he asked loudly.

Without waiting for her to give an answer, he made his escape, darting over to the countertop where the coffee pot was located. After a short pause, he noticed that Hen had made no effort to follow him, because – of course she hadn’t. What was he expecting? Her to run after him, get him into a headlock until he confessed to the revelation that he had that he was head over heels for Evan Buckley? No, this wasn’t a playground. He needed to get a grip.

His shoulders slumped as he expelled a heavy breath out into the air. He gave himself another moment, to allow his heart to stop pounding wildly in his chest, before leaning up to grab a clean mug from the cabinet.

“That was awful,” he muttered to himself, swiping his favourite from the shelf.

“What was awful?” asked Buck, suddenly, appearing at his side.

“Oh, God,” Eddie jumped, and the mug almost slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.

Catching it and clutching at it, Eddie gave a breathless laugh.

“Nope, just me,” Buck countered, popping the ‘p’, with a toothy grin on display that caused Eddie’s stomach to start doing flips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eddie’s expression softened, the hints of anxiety vanishing from his face as he lowered the mug to the surface. He reached for another, automatically, eyes still on Buck. He really was beautiful to look at, all bright, excited eyes, soft dark blonde curls, and crooked smiles – and what was most unfair about it all was that his good looks weren’t the most beautiful thing about him by a long shot.

“I’ll let you off the hook,” he grinned.

Buck leaned forward and his shoulder brushed against Eddie’s, sending a jolt through him that made him step back, the contact quickly lost. Fortunately for him, Buck didn’t seem to have noticed anything.

“So, anyway, I was wondering – you got any plans tonight?” Buck asked cheerily.

Eddie was slow to smile again, but he did, because he knew what he was about to do – give in, so easily. Space was important, but… so was spending quality time with loved ones. He could practically hear his therapist’s voice offering him encouragement.

“I think I have a spot open in my schedule,” he said slowly, giving the impression of nonchalance.

“Great! What do you say to joining me and Taylor out for drinks tonight? You could bring Ana. I think it’d be good for them to start to get to know each other better, don’t you?”

Eddie’s heart sank in his chest, eyes closing for a few seconds before he plastered a placid smile to his face. Disappointment was such a bitter taste, and… he really needed to get around to telling him about Ana. Even if he and Ana were still together and he could agree to this double date, the thought of watching Buck and Taylor together for a whole night… well, he could think of a long list of things he’d rather do instead.

“Actually, I don’t think I can – I don’t know how it slipped my mind but, after my appointment, I promised Christopher that I’d spend the night with him…”

He felt bad using his own son, someone Buck loved dearly, as a shield, but it had to be done – Buck wouldn’t question anything if it was done for Chris’ benefit.

Buck’s smile strained, and there was a look in his eyes that Eddie couldn’t quite place. He dropped his gaze to the floor, and Eddie caught his lower lip between his teeth.

“Well, what about next Friday?”

“I can’t—”

“Man, I… Eddie, have I done something?” Buck interrupted; brows knit together in worry.

“Sorry?”

He looked vaguely embarrassed – and was that a pink tinge to his face? Surely not. No, Eddie was seeing things he wanted to see. He didn’t want to play that guessing game anymore, reading into every little interaction they shared, for some kind of sign. It was exhausting.

“It’s just… I don’t know, you’re a lot busier than before, maybe, but things are definitely… different. I—miss you,” he admitted sheepishly.

Clearly, this had been bothering him for a while now, and Eddie felt stupid and cruel for ever thinking that Buck wouldn’t notice that he was limiting their time together, even if only by a relatively small amount.

“Things are different,” Eddie explained carefully, trying to figure out his wording. “It makes sense that we, er, aren’t spending as much time together, because…”

Buck waved a hand.

“I know I’ve got Taylor now and you’ve got Ana, but that doesn’t mean that—”

“Buck, I ended things with Ana,” Eddie cut across impulsively.

There was an incredibly still moment that followed, and a tense quiet descended upon them, the only sounds the muffled comings and goings and odd background chatter from their other teammates. Buck’s lips parted and he appeared to be frozen as he slowly computed this information, and Eddie was almost scared to move – to break the spell.

It was getting alarming, and Eddie was about to wave a hand in front of his face, until finally he returned to reality, snapping back with a quiet and bemused, “Wait, you did what? … Why? You two seemed so happy. I thought you… that’s why…”

Eddie shifted uncomfortably, taking in a breath as he turned to properly face Buck again, making direct eye contact. Buck wet his lip, a crease forming in his brow. Eddie wanted nothing more than to know what was going through his mind, but he was at a loss this time. Usually, he could read him so well.

Eddie shrugged – an attempt in vain to still appear casual. He knew he was way beyond that point now.

“I realised she wasn’t the one for me. And… I know everyone says it, and us first responders more than anyone, and we still sometimes forget to actually live by it… but life really is too short to spend with the wrong person. I owed it to her, and to myself, to end it.”

Buck blinked rapidly, and, really, Eddie couldn’t understand why this was all coming as such a shock to him. Had he really expected he and Ana to go the distance? For him to settle down with her?

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

Then, the wailing of the siren pierced through the air; whatever question had formed in Buck’s mind would have to remain there, until another time.

#buddie #buddie ficlet #buddie fic #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #henrietta wilson #evan buckley #911 fox #answered prompt

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evilwriter-originals · 2 years

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WaW Angstpril Day 15 - Hidden Injuries

Warnings: lady whump, blood

The skirmish was short, and Anaria didn't even know she was hurt until after the adrenaline wore off, when they were searching for survivors. She stopped to clutch her side. There was no blood, or maybe there was blood under her armor. She remembered now that she'd taken a hit from a hammer to her right side.

But that didn't matter right now. There were so many things to do now. They had to track down Hakur's army - and it must be close if they'd just gotten into a fight with some of his soldiers. They had to tend to the dead and the wounded. They had to question the survivors from Hakur's side. They had to make camp, cook dinner, make sure everyone was okay. It was a lot, and Anaria felt like she was at the very bottom of that list. She knew people would worry about her though, so she'd try her best to hide it till the time that she could be seen to.

Anaria grimaced as she crouched to help one of the wounded stand. Suddenly, Girad was there, helping her lift this woman as well.

"I've got this," Anaria told him, trying to shoulder more of the Nessari woman's weight.

"You don't have to do things alone, Anaria," Girad reminded her. He gave her a look that said they would be discussing this later. Anaria wouldn't want to do that without alcohol.

Anaria worked until she felt like her limbs were going to fall off from exhaustion. And oh, how her wound burned. First it had just ached, but the burning had started up about twenty minutes ago. She knew that couldn't mean anything good.

Girad joined her as she was now sitting by a fire, waiting for the camp cooks to come with her meal. He sat next to her, laid a hand on her right side, and without thinking, she winced and pulled away.

"I knew it!" Girad cried. "You're hurt!"

"I'm fine," Anaria said through gritted teeth.

"Then why have you been favoring your left side all day and grimacing?" Girad crossed his arms over his chest. He was just as stubborn as Anaria.

"Because..." Anaria sighed, and that had her wincing as well. It felt like something with her ribs wasn't right. "Yeah, I'm injured."

"And you hid it the whole day because...?" Girad prompted, looking for an answer.

"Because I didn't want to worry anybody." Anaria reached down to begin unbuckling her armor, but Girad's hands were there, beginning to do it for her.

"You worry me worse when you do this kind of thing." Girad helped Anaria pull her breastplate off, set it aside. She was left in a tunic that was drenched in sweat, and now that the armor was off, they could see it: blood. Girad just looked at it for a second in shock.

"I'm getting you a healer." He rose, but Anaria grabbed his hand, hung on tightly.

"No," Anaria said. "We don't need to divert their energy."

"Yes, actually, we do." Girad yanked his hand free. "Lay down before I make you."

Anaria was too tired and in pain to turn this into banter, or to argue with him. She sighed - and even that hurt - and laid down on her back, wings out to either side. Girad watched her for a moment, and then left to get a healer.

Anaria looked to her injury, experimentally touched it with her left hand. The wound was tender to the touch and it made her cry out. Okay, maybe Girad was right - she shouldn't have hidden it for this long.

Breathing ragged, she closed her eyes and tried to think on something else. But that just led her to the bloodiness of battle, and who they were fighting. Hakur. That fucking bastard. She didn't care that he was "family". She wanted him dead for everything he'd done. She didn't even really know what his motive for this war was. He said he wanted to make things better for humans, when really, all he probably wanted was the throne. He saw it as his birthright, and not Sol's.

Anaria stirred when footsteps approached. Girad had returned with one of the healers. It was Anika, looking stern as always.

"Princess, how many times have I told you not to hide your injuries?"

"As many times as there have been injuries," Anaria said, trying to hide her discomfort at being called “princess.” She shifted, winced. "I, uh, admit that this is a bad one."

Anika shook her head, kneeling down by Anaria, careful not to put her weight on any of her feathers. She lifted Anaria's tunic without asking, which was fine. Anika had been tending to Anaria since she was a babe. She'd seen everything, and so had Girad.

"This is bad," she said after looking for a moment. She laid hands on the wound, and Anaria twisted her head away, cried out. Anaria knew the healing process wouldn't be fun, but at least it would be quick.

After poking around for a bit, making Anaria grunt and groan, Anika announced that her ribs had been knocked out of place, and that she was lucky they hadn't penetrated any organs.

Then was time for the healing to begin. She placed her hands flat against the dark and mottled bruising of the wound. A golden glow came from her hands, penetrating the area with warmth.

The warmth was short-lived. Anaria yelped as magic forcefully moved her ribs back into place, then shoved her knuckles in her mouth to keep from making another sound. Girad came and sat by her head, was smoothing a hand through her hair. She liked that touch.

The feeling of flesh being fixed and knit back together was painful and uncomfortable, and Anaria moaned around her knuckles. Tears stung at her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She'd endured torture and long healing processes: she could handle this.

Finally, Anika withdrew her hands, and Anaria was left gasping for breath.

"There will still be bruising for a few days," Anika told her. She put a warm hand on her face, and Anaria made herself look at her. A single tear fell. "But you should be okay."

"Thanks," Anaria said, voice a little choked.

"Next time, you tell me instead of hiding it," Anika ordered, and it was an order. "I don't care how many people you assume I have to take care of. You come first."

"I most certainly do not!" Anaria exclaimed. She sat, tunic lowering. She grunted at the quick motion, putting a hand to her wound that was only now bruising rather than a gash and dislocated ribs. "I don't care that I'm royalty, Anika. These people matter more than I."

Anika just pursed her lips and said nothing. She knew there was no fighting with Anaria, but Anaria also knew Anika wanted to have her way. Neither of them were winning this argument.

"Good night, Anaria," Anika finally said. "I have more work to do." Then she rose, and was leaving.

Anaria sighed, and was grateful when it was no longer painful. She felt bad for not giving the woman more thanks.

"I would listen to her," Girad said. He scooted over so that he was now by Anaria's side. "You matter too, Anaria. I know you think you don't, especially after what you went through, but it's important that you're taken care of."

Anaria looked away, saying nothing.

"You want to argue that, don't you?"

"I'm not going to," Anaria ceded. She looked at him. "You've heard it all before, and yet you've stayed by my side." She took one of his hands in hers, gave it a squeeze. "And for that, I am eternally grateful."

Girad gave a wistful smile. "You do have eternity, don't you?"

Anaria suddenly felt bad for her words. Girad would die before her, if old age were to catch up with him, if the both of them survived this war. She had eternity, while he did not.

"Girad, I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." He kissed her on the forehead. "I'll see about getting us a meal. You get some rest."

Then Girad was leaving again, and Anaria felt more alone than she had in a long while.

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trembling hands - for Arlyn!

Winter in Boralus was hardly pleasant at the best of times, and it only turned worse when one lived on the streets. "Must have pissed off the Tidemother somehow... shit." Arlyn cursed, shivering in her overly large coat in a vain attempt to keep her body warm. She was wholly unprepared for the unusually harsh winter.

"I really hope some of the others got an extra spot in their corners." She pulled her coat tighter and walked on. "I knew that the roof of that abandoned depot wasn't in a good shape thanks to the storms, but I really hoped it would last just this winter..." She grumbled under her nose, too preoccupied with her bad luck to notice the patch of ice she stepped on.

"Shit!" Arlyn yelped in pain after landing on the ground, her clothes soaked through from the snow. A wave of pain shot from her right ankle as she tried to stand, tumbling down to one knee before sliding to the ground in surrender.

"Damn. I'm screwed for good." The admission hurt, but she wasn't going to get anywhere warm now in time.

"Arlyn, is that you?!" A shout made her look up and she found Jake jogging towards her.

"By the Tides, you're soaking wet!" He exclaimed, offering a hand to pull her up right away.

"Sorry, I can't. Hurt my leg when I fell." She mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll carry you." Jake lifted her into his arms with an ease the shocked Arlyn. She was underfed and light for her age, but she was still a teen and her friend was only a few years older than herself.

"Don't fall asleep now, got it?" He muttered worriedly as she almost nodded off, and increased his pace as much as he dared.

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"You gave me quite a fright, you know." Jake exhaled, placing another blanket over her shoulder and gently propped up her injured ankle on an extra chair. They were sitting in the kitchen of the Flask & Rum, the tavern owned and run by Jake's parents.

Arlyn was about to pass out just as they entered. Jacob Dolliner Senior was right by his son's side a moment later, ignoring the patrons and calling his wife to get warm blankets and clean clothes while he hastened the pair to the fire in the kitchen.

"You know I didn't mean to..." She shook her head with a sad smile, still shivering a little.

"Here, drink this. Hot tea. It will help warming you up." Jacob Senior offered her a warm mug, but her hands were trembling too badly to take it.

"I got this, Dad." Jake interrupted, taking the drink from his father with a nod of thanks and held it to Arlyn's mouth so she could take small sips, lifting it sightly upon her signal. The older man smiled at the sight and returned to the patrons.

"Thank you." She could finally take the mug after emptying more than half of it, her hands barely steady enough not to drop it anymore.

"Don't worry about it. Also, I talked with Mom." He smiled at Arlyn's confused expression. "You can stay with us."

"Wait, what...?" She started shaking again, so Jake gently took the mug away from her trembling hands and squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.

"And not just for the winter, but permanently. Like a home. She kind of insisted on it." He knelt next to Arlyn's chair and held her tight as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest, her whispered "thank you"s barely audible.

"Shhh, it's okay. Everything will be okay." Jake muttered in return, tears framing the relivied smile on his face and held her closer.

// Thanks @zeehva

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lady-wallace · 4 years

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Blood On Sand (Febuwhump Day 8: “This is No Time to Sleep”)

For today’s @febuwhump prompt: “Hey, hey, This is No Time to Sleep”

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders

Synopsis: Tag to Wheel of Fortune arc: Jotaro was injured worse than he thought but they're stranded out in the desert. It's up to Kakyoin to watch over Jotaro while the others go for help.

Thanks to @bzr35 for helping me pick this prompt!

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The sun was pounding down mercilessly, and Kakyoin watched tensely from the backseat of the car as Joseph and Polnareff tried to fix the decrepit engine which had given out on them about half an hour earlier. From the sound of it, Kakyoin didn't really think that they would be going anywhere else in this car.

What was more worrying, however, was his companion sitting in the seat next to him. Jotaro slumped against the door, head tilted toward his chest, hat pulled down low. His shallow breathing hitched every time he shifted, telling just how much pain he was in. Jotaro may have won the fight against Wheel of Fortune but he'd taken twice the amount of hits as the rest of them, and had suffered burns on top of that.

Kakyoin's attention was returned to Joseph as the older man sighed and reluctantly lowered the hood. "It's no use. There's only so much tinkering I can do. This car is shot."

"So we're stranded out here?" Anne screeched.

"Of course not!" Joseph grinned at her. "You have legs, don't you?"

Kakyoin pressed his lips together, glancing toward Jotaro again, who didn't even seem to register what was happening. Normally this would only be an annoying set-back, but he wasn't sure Jotaro could even walk to the nearest civilization.

"Come on, boys!" Joseph called.

Jotaro startled and blinked, looking confused for a second before he clumsily reached for the door handle and opened it.

Kakyoin was already out of the car by the time his friend stumbled to his feet.

"Jotaro, are you okay?" Joseph asked him.

"Yeah," came the terse reply.

"Let's go then."

Joseph took the lead and Jotaro followed, but only managed a few steps before he swayed. Kakyoin hurriedly ducked in and grabbed his elbow, accidently gripping a burned patch of skin. Jotaro grunted, face paling slightly.

"Mr. Joestar!" Kakyoin called. "I don't think Jotaro's going to make it walking that far right now."

Jotaro grunted and tried to pull away from him. "I said I'm fine."

But another swaying step, proved differently and this time it was Joseph who caught and steadied him.

"No, I think Kakyoin is right," the older man said worriedly. "You got hit harder than I thought."

Jotaro was breathing heavily as he still attempted to push himself upright. "We don't…have time for this!" he panted.

Kakyoin felt his chest tighten as he saw something akin to panic in Jotaro's eyes. Not for his own sake, but for fear of his mother's condition.

"Well, what do we do then? We still need a car," Polnareff said.

"Not to mention some better medical supplies," Kakyoin stated blandly. They hadn't even had burn cream. He stepped forward. "I'll stay here with Jotaro. The rest of you go to the nearest town and see if you can find a car."

Jotaro shot him a look before turning back to his grandfather. "Jiji, come on…I'm—"

"No, Jotaro," Kakyoin cut in firmly. "They'll be quicker walking alone. We'd have to slow down for you anyway. It will probably be about the same length of time for them to get there and drive back. You know you're not going to get far in that condition."

Jotaro glowered at him for a long moment, but Kakyoin stood his ground firmly, lifting his chin, and finally Jotaro glanced away, pulling his hat down as his body shook from the obvious strain he was feeling just keeping himself upright.

"I do agree that it will be better this way, but are you sure you'll be okay here alone?" Joseph asked worriedly.

Kakyoin didn't like the idea of splitting up either, but considering they had just defeated a Stand user they might get at least a little reprieve. "Hierophant will be able to tell if someone is coming."

Joseph nodded, if not a little reluctantly. "Okay. Stay off the road, and keep safe."

Kakyoin nodded and took a firmer hold on Jotaro, leading him back to the car, propping him against the side as Joseph, Polnareff and Anne started off down the road. Jotaro grunted, raising a shaky hand to pull his hat down further over his eyes. Kakyoin squinted in the sun, feeling it beating down on him and knowing that it had to be even worse for Jotaro who had lost his coat—and with the burns…

Kakyoin looked around, but there was no shade anywhere nearby this time of day. The rocky cliff face to their right wouldn't offer a shadow until hours later. He was going to have to do something though, because Jotaro had lost a lot of blood, some of it still seeping from the bad patch job they'd done with little more than band-aids Polnareff had had in his bag, and he was looking worse and worse by the second, face pale, sweat dripping off his skin.

Then he swayed, knees shaking and Kakyoin caught him quickly around the waist, trying to steady the taller boy. Jotaro let out a sharp gasp, stiffening.

"Sorry," Kakyoin said, wincing as he realized he must have grabbed one of the burns. "Come on, you should sit down."

Jotaro grunted, but didn't protest when Kakyoin dragged him around the car and settled him down. This was the only place that there was any sort of shade, just a couple feet of it, but it was better than nothing.

There really was something deadly about the desert sun though. It wasn't like the muggy heat of summers back in Japan; it was merciless, pounding into your head.

Jotaro landed heavily, legs sprawled out in front of him, still bared to the sun. Kakyoin winced as he saw a patch above Jotaro's knee where his trousers had been burned through, revealing a pink patch of skin. There were more on his arms and neck, and a couple that had gone through his shirt. Jotaro leaned his head back against the side of the car, eyes closed.

"Hey," Kakyoin said suddenly, really starting to get worried by Jotaro's unresponsiveness. "How about some water?"

Jotaro grunted, giving a small nod. Kakyoin hurriedly rummaged through their supplies and found a couple canteens. He took one and handed it to Jotaro but the other teen's hands were shaking too much to open the cap. Kakyoin swiftly retrieved it and untwisted the cap, then held it for Jotaro to drink from.

"M'fine," Jotaro muttered, reaching up to grab the bottle, only to spill it down his chin.

Kakyoin sighed and took it back, helping Jotaro drink. He took several large gulps before he settled back, closing his eyes, shifting uncomfortably on the rocky ground. His skin was starting to tint red and not just from the injuries and the burns.

Kakyoin worried at his lip, he really needed to get Jotaro out of the sun before he burned up.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He took his uniform coat off and tucked the tail into the car's door before stretching it across Jotaro and anchoring it to a large rock that sat a couple feet away, making a sort of tiny sunshade. Jotaro glanced up at it briefly, and seemed to relax a little now that the sun wasn't beating onto him directly.

"Thanks," he murmured. "But you…"

"I'm fine," Kakyoin assured him. He still had his long-sleeved shirt to protect him, and there was enough shade to cover him a little bit at least. "I only have a couple shallow injuries. Two of those gasoline bullets went right through you, and I know the burns must be bad, especially in this heat."

Jotaro grunted non-committedly, slumping further against the car, tucking his long legs up fully into the shade, bracing his feet against the rock.

Kakyoin sat in silence for a couple more minutes, noticing Jotaro's clenching fists, before he said. "They'll be quick. You know we all have the same goals, Jotaro."

Jotaro refused to look at him, but his hands seemed to loosen just slightly. Kakyoin set his jaw, knowing how he would feel if it was his mother in danger. That was part of the reason why he came along to begin with.

Jotaro shifted as if seeking a more comfortable position and his back slid against the side of the car, causing him to hiss in pain. Kakyoin glanced over and saw a smear of blood, more drops falling into the sand before.

"Jotaro, you're still bleeding!"

Jotaro glanced down, blinking at the drops of blood. "Said I'm fine."

"Not if we don't stop that bleeding," Kakyoin put his foot down in exasperation and reached into the car again, pulling out a scrap that had been left over from earlier bandaging. He pushed Jotaro forward and pressed hard against the still-bleeding hole through Jotaro's shoulder.

"Dammit, Kakyoin," he growled, the first real reaction Kakyoin had gotten out of him.

"Sorry, but I have to put pressure on this. I'm not going to let you bleed out."

Jotaro gritted his teeth, and Kakyoin caught a flash of something in his eyes before he looked away. Was it…fear? Kakyoin wasn't entirely sure what he'd seen, but it was definitely not something he would expect from Jotaro Kujo.

Jotaro shifted again and Kakyoin checked the wound before pressing harder. Jotaro bowed slightly, another choked off sound escaping his throat. Kakyoin felt him trembling too, more sweat beading on his skin, dripping down to join the drops of blood.

The amount of blood that had soaked into the back of Jotaro's undershirt was not something that gave Kakyoin a good feeling. The other boy really needed stitches for these wounds.

He was able to get the bleeding down to a trickle again, and grabbed more of the scraps and the last of the gauze.

"I'm going to try to plug this," he said. "It will hurt, but it will stop the bleeding."

Jotaro grunted non-committedly and Kakyoin removed the wad of bloody cloth, pulled Jotaro's shirt away from his shoulder and shoved the gauze into the wound.

Jotaro stiffened, a sharp gasp escaping him as his hands clenched in his lap. Kakyoin hurriedly pressed the cloth back over the wound and began tying it off tight against Jotaro's shoulder, hoping that would keep him from bleeding too much more.

He was just finishing up when Jotaro started to sag, and then slumped completely to the side.

Kakyoin's eyes widened and he reached out and grabbed him, hurriedly propping him back up. "Jotaro! Hey!" he shook him. "Hey, this is no time to fall asleep! You hear me? You need to stay awake!"

Jotaro's eyes slit open with a moan, blinking. "Too loud," he grunted.

"Sorry, but you need to stay awake. You're going into shock from blood loss and that's not a good thing," Kakyoin said, trying to keep from panicking. "Just don't pass out on me!"

Jotaro let out a long breath and slumped back against the car, looking like he was fighting to keep his head up, squinting. "'S really hot," he murmured, more sweat dripping down his face as his body shook.

Kakyoin pressed his lips together and reached for the canteen again, offering it to Jotaro to take a few more swallows before he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wet it. He reached out to press it against Jotaro's face.

Jotaro jerked back. "What're ya' doin'?" he slurred.

"Keeping you cool," Kakyoin said firmly. "You might want to take off your hat."

Jotaro ducked away again, turning his head away. "No way."

Kakyoin sighed, but worked around it, dabbing the sweat and blood from Jotaro's face and neck before refreshing the cloth again, settling it against the back of his neck.

Jotaro sighed and started to slump again. Kakyoin nudged him. "Come on, don't sleep."

"Trying," Jotaro murmured and he sounded so tired and worn down that Kakyoin felt something twist in his stomach. He hadn't once seen Jotaro lose his cool though he knew that he had nightmares and would bury his head under the pillows at night, sometimes shaking with pent-up emotion. The fact he was slipping now when he knew someone was watching told Kakyoin just how badly he was hurt.

"Talk to me," Jotaro suddenly said, startling Kakyoin.

The red-head resumed his ministrations, feeling suddenly at a loss for words. "About what?"

"Anything," Jotaro said. "Just…keep me awake. You've always got a lot to talk about."

"Well, okay," Kakyoin said and thought about it, looking around for inspiration. "You know, I read this really interesting article once about the desert ecosystem…"

Enough time passed to give them more shade, and though Kakyoin could tell that Jotaro was still only barely hanging on, he was hanging on and that's what mattered. He talked about whatever came into his head and Jotaro listened, nodding or sometimes giving a small sound of acknowledgement. Sometimes even a mumbled question or comment. It was kind of nice actually. Kakyoin had never had anyone to talk to like this besides his parents and though they were always patient and showed interest in what he was interested in, there was something different about talking to a friend who genuinely seemed to enjoy listening to what he had to say. He would never have suspected that Jotaro was so interested in nature and biology and such, but he didn't think that his friend's attention was faked either. It wasn't like he really had the capacity at the moment.

Still, Jotaro was hurting, sure enough, and Kakyoin felt a huge relief when he heard the sound of an engine and saw a jeep pull up next to their car.

He stood up from under their tiny lean-to as Joseph and Polnareff jumped out of the car.

"Kakyoin!" Joseph called, hurrying over.

"Mr. Joestar," Kakyoin sighed in relief.

"How is he?" the old man asked.

"I was able to keep him conscious, but I had to stop the bleeding in his shoulder again. He really needs more attention," Kakyoin said worriedly.

Joseph nodded and knelt to see to his grandson as Kakyoin pulled his coat down, folding it over his arm.

"Jiji," Jotaro murmured as Joseph put a kindly palm to his cheek. The fact Jotaro didn't even pull away was telling.

"We're back, Jojo. Kakyoin, help me get him to the car. It's only a half-hour's drive back to the town."

Kakyoin and Joseph pulled Jotaro to his feet and mostly carried him to the car. They got him into the back and Kakyoin folded his coat around Jotaro's shoulders. It was small but would do a little bit of good at least.

Polnareff and Joseph grabbed the rest of their stuff from the other car and then they were on their way.

Kakyoin glanced over at Jotaro who was slumped against the door, but his eyes were open, meeting the other boy's gaze.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

Kakyoin nodded, a small smile on his lips. "No problem." He paused then said. "But you still can't sleep until we get you proper medical attention."

Jotaro huffed something like a frustrated laugh.

"I know what will keep you up!" Polnareff announced. "Singing!" And he launched into some raucous French song.

"Good grief," Jotaro groaned, ducking down as Kakyoin stuck his fingers in his ears. "You should have left me to bleed out."

They all laughed as Polnareff got offended but they were safe for now, and that was all that mattered.

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