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baguettehead · 3 years

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Quarry days

Stan Uris x they/them reader

warnings: some curse words, richie tozer, lil bit of angst, possibly based off of real situations, lil bit of Reddie ;)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for the brown eyes and mop of curly hair, the voice that made you melt like a Popsicle, but what if you added in scheming friends, darkness, missing gas, and maybe a turtle.

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You had known the losers since 6th grade. That was the year your parents decided to make the move from Michigan to Derry, Main. You moved around a lot, and you weren’t even an army brat, your parents just seemed to enjoy hopping from place to place. Your parents owned their own business, all the work was mostly online so it was pretty easy to just up and leave. You were born in Washington state, lived their for a while, then you lived in California for a few years, Colorado for a singular year, Michigan, and now the shithole that is Derry, Maine.

You had no idea why your parents chose Derry, there really wasn’t much here. A few nice shops, a pretty decent arcade, old people with sticks up their butts, and what you thought to be a normal group of neighborhood bullies.

When you moved to Derry you had no one, and at this point you didn’t care enough to try and make friends, you didn’t know if you were staying long. After an tantalizingly long day of being forcefully introduced to classmates and eating lunch alone, in the library, you honestly just wanted a nap.

Leaving the school you were suddenly pushed into the wall next to you, your bag thrown off your shoulder, and coming face to face with the wonderful scent of vodka and utter shit. Must be Bowers. He held you by the shoulder of your shirt with his right hand and with his left he put his forearm on your neck, effectively trapping you to the wall

This was your first encounter with the infamous gang, but you’d heard about them from the few conversations you’d had with kids in classes and passing periods. Let’s just say, he was as disgusting as you’d heard. Has he ever tried a toothbrush before??

“Look at this” he spoke, looking back to his gang of douchbags “Fresh meat” his goons laughed a little while you just rolled your eyes, you’d dealt with your fare share of bullies and asshats that you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore

“look” you said in an exasperated sigh “i don’t have cash, my mom packs my lunch”

“well then” Bowers said “you’ll just have to pay me in another way darling” a disgusting grin overtook his face and his goons began laugh and cheer like they just took a shit on the toilet for the first time

“i’m good” you spoke calmly as you attempted to leave his grasp. Bowers just stared down at you confused for a second before he snapped back into action and held you a little tighter

“it wasn’t a question” he seethed through closed teeth

“and i wasn’t giving a suggestion dipshit”

Henry’s jaw tightened and you could practically see the anger bubbling inside him while his group of misfit toys got real quite

“now listen here you little bit-”

“no you listen asshole” you cut him off “i don’t have time to deal with insecure little boys who didn’t get mommy’s attention as a child and now take it out on all those around him” you spoke quickly faking a pout and slowly worming your way out of his grip “your just some stuck up prick who relishes in the hurt of others because you are so hurt that your deranged little brain finds pleasure making other miserable so that you can fake happiness. News flash, hurting others won’t make you happy, you’ll always be an attention deprived, whiny ass child who probably won’t live past their 30′s, will definitely have a substance abuse issue, and even as a 15 year old attempts to drown his sorrows in vodka and punching kids smaller than him for fun” you finished your little rant, taking in a short breath “now” you continued, marveling at the befuddled looks on all their faces “i have a can of pepper spray in my back pocket and if one of you little rascal looking ass children comes any closer i’ll mace you in the face. Got it”

As soon as you finished you slipped from his grasp and starting running like hell towards your house. You could hear him screaming profanities, and you knew you were now on his hit list, but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.

Once you knew you were far enough, you knew he wouldn’t follow you but didn’t want to risk it, you sat on the curb to catch your breath. Almost immediately you saw 4 bikes coming around the corner, the occupants stopping in front of you and throwing their bikes down.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS INCREDIBLE” the one with coke bottle glasses screamed at you practically screamed at you, you returned a weak smile

“H-h-he’s gonna f-f-fu-fucking kill you” another rushed out

You shrugged your shoulders “ive got a at least a few days” you told them “i wounded his masculinity, gotta build that back up” you muttered

“I can’t believe you did that” the one with the fanny pack stated as he started to pace in front of you “i mean, now bowers and his whole gang are gonna be on your ass” he stopped in front of you and made direct eye contact “your gonna have to watch for him at all times” he deadpanned and you grimaced a little bit

“don’t worry” coke bottle glasses spoke up again “bowers is always on our asses so we can show you the best place to avoid him”

“a-and the hallways to a-a-avoid h-him” the dirty blonde spoke up

you smiled up at them “i’d actually quite like that”

“Then welcome to the losers club y/n” the forth boy spoke up as he held his hand out for you, the one with curly hair and amazing eyes. You had him in two of classes and he always seems to catch your eye. You took his hand and he helped you off the curb before they gave you their unofficial, official, tour of the town.

After that you were practically glued to the four boys, you did everything with them now. And if it wasn’t all of them, you were with at east one practically at all times.

You told them about your moving adventures, even opening up about your constant fear that your parents are gonna pack up and leave forcing you to leave them, and earning Richie’s nickname for you Cali. For some reason Richie couldn’t seem to let go of the fact that you lived in California, asking questions about it whenever there was downtime, and telling you about his dream of living there one day and making it big. You always told him that he could do it, because you truly believed he could.

Soon Bev, Mike, and Ben joined the group, making it 8. You gained your ‘secret’ clubhouse, and Bill, Mike, Stan, and Richie all got their licences.

Now its junior year, you’ve made it almost 5 years in Derry, and you’ve gained the closed friends you’ve ever had

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“You guys wanna go to the quarry after school?” Richie asked, his mouth half full of turkey sandwich and pretty much yelling over all the noise in the cafeteria. You shuddered and watched as Eddie slapped his shoulder and scolded him for talking with his mouth open, Rich pouting like a child. You loved watching them, a knowing smile on your face.

“sounds like fun” Bev voiced “y/n and i just went swimsuit shopping and they looked killer in their suit” she smirked at you from down the table while you blushed and rolled your eyes

“i mean i’d prefer to see the suit on the floor but whatever your comfortable with” Richie commented

you threw a baby carrot at his face, which he caught in his mouth promoting cheers from the others and for you to dissolve into laughter

“i is s-s-s-supposed to be like n-n-ninety degrees today” Bill added in

“oh fuck that” you groaned as you lent your head on stand shoulder next you and continued munching on your carrots, missing how he smiled down at you

“quarry it is!” Richie exclaimed before everyone else fell back into their conversations

“sooooo” you heard Stan draw out from above you, moving your head to look up at him but leaving it resting on his shoulder “will i get to see this new suit you apparently look amazing in?” he questioned while wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. You simply laughed, shoving his shoulder and telling him to shut up.

You’ve had a crush on Stan since 7th grade. You always thought he was attractive, like REALLY attractive, but after getting to know him and spending time together you knew you were fucked.

Bev has tried convincing you that he likes you back but, something in your brain just can’t accept it. She’s gone on and on about how ‘different’ he acts around you, how hes “not such a stuck up prick, he like, actually kinda nice and soft”, her words exactly. But, that was just the Stan you knew, the one you always saw. Caring, kind, funny, and enjoyable.

Bill drove you and Bev to her house, where your suits where from the last time you slept over like 4 days ago, and then took you both to the quarry. Once you got there you saw all the other cars and heard splashing and screaming.

“Those assholes went without us” Bev cried as she ripped the car door open, bolting for the cliff and immediately jumping off. You and Bill just laughed and sat there for a moment.

“r-ready m’lady?” Bill asked as he left the car and extended a hand for you

laughing, you took his hand “Of course good sir”

Bill was already in his trunks so after the short walk up the hill he plunged into the water , full cannonball, soaking almost everyone except Mike who swam out of the way. You watched from the top, laughing as they splashed each other back and forth. Sometimes it was nice to just watch their antics and relish in the moment.

“you coming sweet cheeks” Richie yelled up to effectively drawing every ones attention you

You blushed at the sudden attention “Whatever Tozier” you yelled back before you began stripping down to your swim suit.

Unbeknownst to you at the top of the cliff, you had some effect on poor Stan down in the water. He sat with his eyes glued to you as you exposed more and more skin. He’s seen you in a swimsuit before, hell he’s even seen you in your panties, but every time it still manages to make his mouth go dry and eyes widen.

“They’ll catch you drooling if you stare too long” Richie quipped with a smirk

“Shut it Tozier” he murmured lowering into the water to hide his blush right as you jumped from the cliff.

The eight of you spent hours in the water. Chicken fights, splash wars, and Richie attempting to dunk you, Bill even found a turtle which he claimed meant good luck. You only got out of the water for a bit to dry off before leaving. You and Bev lie on the rocks to dry off and maybe tan, that was, before Mike carried a bucket of water over and splashed you both with started yet another splash war. You finally got out when the sun started to set. You sat around and talked, told stories, before you had to leave. You were all still pretty wet but you didn’t care.

Stan had offered you a ride earlier and you happily agreed, knowing you’d get some alone time with him and ice cream if you begged hard enough.

You layed back on the rocks, to watch the sunset and see the stars starting to pop out.

“alright were heading out” Richie suddenly said

Mike had already left, taking Ben with him due to their stricter curfews. But Rich was taking Eddie and Bill Bev.

“What, why?” Stan said, narrowing his eyes as if he knew they were plotting something

“j-just tired is all” Bill replied casually before he began walking to his car

“bye” Eddie chimed in

“Bye Edds!” you called back

“wait why can she call you that” Rich argued walking side by side with Eddie

“cause i actually like them” He replied casually with a shrug

Richie just huffed and pouted like a child before Eddie nudged his shoulder and he was all smiley again

“See you at school” Bev called, sending a wink in your direction which you replied to with an eye roll

As they walked towards their cars and began to drive away Stan turned towards you “That was suspicious right?”

“completely” you replied climbing down from the rock you previously lied on

“Okay good, it wasn’t just me” he said with a sigh

You laughed a bit “But when are they not suspicious?”

“You got me there” he said before he leaned back on the rock behind him

You crawled over to sit next to him, laying your head on his shoulder and just admiring the sunset. You both sat like that for a while, surrounded by comfortable silence.

One thing about Derry was that no matter how hot the days were the nights seemed to always be freezing, accompanied by wind. You crossed your arms over yourself in hopes of generating more body heat.

“Are you cold” Stan asked taking notice of your shivering form

“Just a bit” you answered not wanting to ruin the comfortable bubble you’d found yourselves in

“i have a blanket in my car” he started to stand up only for you to groan and cling on to his arm. Laughing, he sat back down and you cuddled into his side.

“you’ll catch a cold babe come on” you blushed at the pet name and melted even further into his side when he started combing through your hair with his fingers. Noticing that you weren’t going to budge he huffed a bit, though, he didn’t want to move either.

“I’ll get you ice cream” he sighed

You bounced up with a goofy grin on your face, pulling his hand towards the car

“Lets not waste time” you started “i’m in critical condition, need creamed ice immediately” you feigned sick with a hand to your forehead and pouty eyes. He only laughed, getting up and heading to the car, his hand never leaving yours as you walked to the car.

“what the fuck” he muttered as you reached the car

Tucked under the windshield wiper of his car was a note that said ‘use protection’, clearly in Richies handwriting, and a roll of condoms

You blushed lightly, giggling a bit. Stan looked to with a puzzled expression on his face “i don’t know” you shrugged trying to prove your innocence.

“I don’t understand half the things he does” you comment as you climb into the passengers seat

“does anyone?” he questions with a laugh

Stan throws the note and condoms into the center console before starting up the car. Your bouncing in your seat, the anticipation of ice cream making you giddy and Stan laughs at that. Well, the car doesn’t start. Stan tried multiple times, clearly getting frustrated

“uh Stan” you try and grab his attention, it works, anytime you talk Stan always has his full attention on you. You point towards the gas meter, which displays empty.

“I literally got fucking gas on the way here what the fuck” he exclaims as he gets out of the car, you follow. You see him stop and stare at the gas tank opening

“what?” you question before reaching the other side of the car and falling silent

Right below the gas tank, on the ground, lays a rubber pipe.

“Did they fucking siphon my gas?!” He yells

You stand there for a moment longer, staring at the gas lined pipe, before you break out into hysterical laughter. The pure kind that comes from the belly and leaves you gasping for air with side cramps

“its not funny” he yells

you try to talk but it just dissolves into more hysterics and soon enough Stan is laughing with you, your laugh is just contagious and your radiant smile that could light up the entire galaxy never fail to make him follow along.

After you both calm down, clutching your bellies, you break the silence

“so, what do we do now?” you look over to Stan who’s sitting next to you on the curb

“i guess i’ll call Rich and have him come pick us up” you nod

He stands up, pulling out his phone and calling Rich. You sort of zone out, guess you were more tired than you thought, but your brought back to earth by Stan yelling into the phone. All you could catch was

“what?! No! Hey no no no” and “Fucking asshole” as he ended the call. You new what was coming but you asked anyways

“so?”

“He said hes not coming” Stan sighed in defeat as he sat next to you and lied his head on your shoulder. Your hand immediately immersed itself in his hair, gently scratching his scalp and brushing through his curls. You sighed wondering how the fuck you were gonna get out of this one.

“what about Mike and Bill?” you questioned

“in on it” he sighed out and you hummed in response. You both sat there for a moment, in comfortable silence, trying to calm Stan down.

“did he say anything els-”

“do you like me?” Stan’s head rose from your shoulder, looking you in the eyes and cutting off your sentence. You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening, cheeks getting hot and probably bright red.

“i- uh- well” you stuttered out, really having no clue how to answer that question

“I mean” he started, sighing and nervously running a hand through his head of wild curls “not in a …. friends way” he finished slowly, meeting your eyes

He had a blush of his own covering his cheeks and his marvelous brown eyes danced all over your face as if looking for the answer there. You sat there staring at him for what felt like forever, running over your choices. Just as the though of running away and joining the circus came into your mind you felt a surge of confidence and smashed your lips into his.

He tasted like mint, salt, and something you could only describe as Stan.

Your lips moved together perfectly, dancing around each other in the best dance you’d ever preformed. Teeth hitting teeth as the years of desperation and pining were finally put to a rest. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his lap to straddle him, as yours wound around his neck and wove into his hair.

You both pulled away panting. His lips barely leaving yours, still ghosting over them like a precursor for whats to come. You stared into his eyes, you could get lost in those brown orbs so easily, drowning hopelessly in their beauty and dying happily. Stan was the first to break the silence

“yes?” he questioned

you threw your head back and laughed heartily. The sight alone made him melt in your hands and the sound dug his grave. The brilliant smile you flashed him afterwards felt like the afterlife and when you leaned down to capture his lips one again he knew he was in heaven.

“yes” you breathed as you pulled away from him, as difficult as it was

Stan smiled so brightly and let out a little cheer before falling right back into your lips and kissing you more passionately than anyone ever has and you doubt anyone ever will. There you sat, Straddling Stanley Uris in an empty parking and kissing him until you were gasping for breath.

You pulled away from Stan, leaning your forehead on his, pressed into his chest, barely inches away. He leaned up and peppered your face in small kissing causing you to break into giggles.

“I love you y/n y/l/n” he spoke softly into the night air

You stared into his chocolate eyes, in complete euphoria

“I love you too Stanley Uris” you told him with the most confidence you have ever had in a statement.

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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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in the stars - chapter 2

photo credits - @ssahotchnerr

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, show rating 16+ for reference. depictions of violence, stalking, murder, angst, age gap couple, language

summary - You and Aaron reunite, but it’s not exactly anything to celebrate over. The case moves forward, but you really wish it hadn’t like this.

a/n - no one is allowed to call me out on my lack of LA/california geographical knowledge. ive also started including readers mental thought train which is italicized (flashbacks will also be in italics, but ill always properly mark a flashback). if you arent tagged but asked, just send another ask/reply! i mustve missed it on accident.

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masterlist // read it on ao3 here

chapter 1 // chapter 3

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Chapter 2

Aaron Hotchner was standing in front of you. Impeccable, not even a slight crease in his shoes and suit pressed to perfection. He still smelled faintly like cedar, a thought you quickly tried to send away; it was too late though, already remembering how pitiful it was post breakup, when you would smell the shirts he left at your house, a desperate attempt to remember that he existed in your life. You’d spent hours, days even, thinking about how you’d react if you were ever to see Aaron in person again. At the top of the list was screaming at him, really giving him a piece of your mind for leaving the way he did. Or, maybe you’d be cool and composed, the epitome of maturity and ‘I’m Totally Over You’. You’d even considered completely ignoring him, not even giving him a second glance. Instead you were frozen to the spot, staring up at the man who broke your heart.

Pulling your eyes away from him, they darted towards the gap between his body and outside, internally debating if you’d be able to somehow sneak around him. As if he could read your mind, not like you had been particularly subtle, he moved to close the gap before you had the chance to fully formulate an escape.

“Y/N,” he tried again, voice a bit firmer this time around. It’d be better if he couldn’t speak. But then again he had such a beautiful voice-. No, you mentally clamped down on that thought before it could lead you down another rabbit hole. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you, uh, what?” You asked, hyper aware of how mousy you must’ve sounded.

“That someone was murdering women that looked like you. You should’ve called my team sooner, it was irresponsible to put yourself at further risk of-”

“Are you trying to imply that this is somehow my fault, Agent Hotchner?” The words felt bitter on your tongue. It wasn’t like you, to suddenly be so quick to anger. Years in the spotlight had taught you to hold your tongue, but Aaron’s words managed to cut right through.

“That’s not what I’m saying, you know that-,” he tried to interject, but you weren’t going to back down so easy.

“I know what Agent? Please, tell me the acceptable response to this situation,” you spat out at him, finding a brief enjoyment in the way his face scrunched up ever so slightly. “The police were working on the case, I’ve dealt with weirdos before.” Aaron opened his mouth again as if to speak, but you weren’t finished, “You really think I believed you’d answer if I called?”

His face fell at that and you felt some form of internal victory swell in your chest. Y/N 1 point, Aaron Hotchner 0. The victory was short lived though, as you came to the realization that the two of you were still in a very public setting.

“I’m not going to fight with you Agent, I suggest you get back to your team.” With that you shoved your way past him, stomping the entire way to your car. It was a shame, the way the anger and sadness was consuming you, maybe if it hadn’t, this time you would’ve noticed the clicking coming from the tree line.

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Hotch wished you had been angry; it would’ve been easier to handle you if you had been screaming in his face or throwing low-blow comments his way. He could deal with anger. It’d be easier if he could pretend that you were being completely out of line and could warrant being ignored for the rest of the case.

That wasn’t you though, and he knew this. He didn’t have to be a profiler to see and hear the way you struggled to hold yourself together. He didn’t need to be a profiler to feel how disappointed you were with him. Hotch didn’t know how to deal with this or you. Even though it had been months, had he truly fallen so far from your graces; was your opinion so lowly of him now?

Hotch wasn’t sure which was worse to stomach, the fact that you had such little faith in him or the deep rooted feeling in his gut that told him you were right- had you called him unannounced two months ago, he wouldn’t have picked up the phone.

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You sat in your car for twenty minutes, at least. It was pitiful, the way you were crying in your car, to a sad playlist, over a guy who hurt your feelings; it felt like high school all over again. In the moment, you had felt good, the way you watched Aaron’s face twist and fall at your words giving you some sick form of satisfaction.

It’s not like you had lied to him or anything. You hadn’t even stretched the truth for ultimate impact. The whole overly formal ‘Agent’ thing was definitely on purpose though. No, you had meant every word you said to Aaron, especially about not believing he’d answer if you called. What would you have even said if you called and he did pick up? Hi Aaron, remember me? Good, anyway hope you’re doing well but I think I have a murderous stalker, can you help? Actually, that’s probably exactly how the conversation would’ve gone, but that’s beside the point.

The point was that even if you could trust the Unit Chief of the BAU to do his job, you weren’t sure you could trust Aaron Hotchner anymore.

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When you finally did muster up the courage to return to the conference room, you really wished you hadn’t. You should’ve just turned your car on and left. Was it possible to ghost the FBI? You’d heard enough stories from Aaron about how their tech wizard had found people with just a single loose thread, there was definitely no way you were going to make some spy like disappearance.

Aaron wasn’t in the room, something you were grateful for in the moment. But what you weren’t grateful for was how the team had managed to set up multiple bulletin boards in your absence; filled with your photo, crime scene photos, the dead women and your personal least favorite, the dead women’s bodies.

Of course, you knew what was going on, you were a big girl, well old enough to understand and process the gravity of the situation. But you’d only seen photos of the women alive, with personality and humanity; something about that made them look less like you and more like them. Looking at them now- dead, eyes closed, faces tilted away from the camera- these women didn’t just look like you, they were you.

You hadn’t even realized you were drifting closer to one of the boards until you felt a hand pull at the crook of your elbow. Turning your head ever so slightly you saw JJ, giving you one of her nice looks again.

“Y/N, you don’t need to see these,” JJ started, already pulling you in the opposite direction. You were about to agree, head already halfway to a full nod when you noticed something from the corner of your eye.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, pulling your arm back and getting right in front of a photo of victim #2. You very gently pulled the photo of the wall and held it closely in front of your face. Were you allowed to move it? Oh well. You felt the rest of the team’s eyes burning holes through your back so you turned to face them. “I, um, I’m pretty sure the sweater she’s wearing is mine.” You said, voice coming out as a whisper.

The team certainly seemed to liven up at that statement. Even though they hadn’t even been in LA for a full 24 hours yet, it was obvious from the start that LAPD hadn’t been lacking on the case, rather the unsub was just that good. They reported no evidence from any dump sites,- and now those sites had been contaminated far too much to double check- there had been no witnesses for any of the abductions, and the unsub hadn’t attempted any contact with Y/N; all in all, they had nothing.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Emily asked, she was quickly pulling photos of the other three women down, bringing them over to the roundtable. “Are the women in these photos wearing anything else you recognize?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure. There’s a little hole right there, on the side, the threads were pretty loose and I got stuck on a doorknob once, ripped it right open. I couldn’t find it when I went to fix it, just assumed I threw it away and forgot.” You said quietly, moving your way to the table. Your brain wasn’t working properly, hadn’t quite yet come to the conclusion that the rest of the agents already reached. He had gotten into your house. “Oh my god.” You whispered, voice shaking. “He was in my house, wasn’t he?”

The agents all looked down at you with sympathetic gazes before Emily finally spoke up again. “We can’t be sure just yet, but I need you to look at these photos and tell me if you recognize anything else okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, making your way over to the table and taking a seat. You were well aware one of the agents just called for Hotch, but you couldn’t be bothered with that right now.

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“Hotch,” Derek said, his voice urgent as he rounded the corner, interrupting whatever conversation Hotch was having with a random officer, “Y/N recognized the sweater victim #2 was wearing at the dumpsite as hers. Emily’s showing her the rest of the photos and it’s looking like the unsub left something of hers on each one.”

That certainly got Hotch’s attention. He didn’t need Derek to fill in the blank, the unsub had been in your house. His fists tightened at his side and he couldn’t help the way his face twisted in anger. In this state, Derek knew better than to question this unusually personal reaction, instead just angling his body back towards the conference room. He didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth before Hotch brushed past him, making his way back to you.

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Starting with a photo of victim #1, you very slowly pulled it closer in front of you. Oh my god, her neck. Obviously, you’ve seen bruises before, been on a whole bunch of film sets that used makeup to create some pretty gory pieces, but nothing like this. The unsub didn’t just stangle these women, it was like he wanted to completely crush their throats.

One of the agents behind you was questioning your ability to stomach this, so you quickly forced yourself to focus. It was the least you could do for these poor women, just give them your undivided attention for ten minutes, and then you could deal with everything else later.

Your finger traced over the bracelet victim #1 was wearing. “This is mine. There’s a singular heart engraved on the back of the third diamond’s plating. I bought it for myself after I got cast in my first big role, cried for weeks when I ‘lost’ it.”

“And what about this one?” Emily asked, gently pulling victim #1’s photo away from you and replacing it with #4. You didn’t miss the way she turned the photos you’d already looked at upside down, as if to further shield you from them. Nor did you miss that she was technically skipping victim #3.

It didn’t take you long to notice what was yours on victim #4. “It’s the dress, it’s really comfy, I used to wear it a lot, like a lot a lot. I brought it with me so often on trips I just assumed it got left in a hotel room somewhere.”

Emily nodded, taking back that photo and turning it over as well. You could see her hesitation in showing you victim #3, but she slid it across the table to you as well. Her fingertips ghosting on the edge of the photo, ready to pull it back as soon as you gave an answer.

Victim #3 was tough. She looked the most like you, both when she was alive and certainly the way she looked now.

You took a sharp intake of breath as you looked down at her the first thing that caught your eye was the necklace. Most certainly yours and most certainly the one that Aaron had given you for your three year anniversary. You realized it was lost a few months after the breakup and nearly tore your house apart looking for it; you didn’t have many things from your relationship with Aaron to prove he was once part of your life, making the few things you did have all the more important. “The necklace, there’s an A engraved on the back and I’m pretty sure those shoes are mine too.” Emily swept the photo back and out of view as soon as the last words left your lips.

“JJ, get those items out of evidence immediately so we can be absolutely sure,” Hotch ordered. Aaron. You hadn’t even realized he had walked into the room, you turned to look at him, eyes wide with sadness and fear. The tears that were beginning to form tugged viciously on his heart. “Miss L/N, my team and I are going to escort you back to your home and we’re going to need to canvas it for signs of entry and identify if anything else is missing. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice soft with something most of the members couldn’t place.

You simply nodded at that, glad that you wouldn’t have to be alone, “Do you need my address, or will you just follow my car?” There was definitely humor in that, Aaron already knew exactly where you lived and the code to get through the gates.

“Your address is already in our files, but for your safety we’ll be following close behind.” He assured you. The rest of the team was jumping into action, grabbing their personal belongings along with copious amounts of gloves and bags you assumed would be for potential evidence.

As you all exited the building and entered your respective vehicles, it was Reid who realized where he’d heard that softness in Hotch’s voice before. It was the same tone he used to use with Hayley, back when things were good.

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Your house wasn’t far and it was a drive you knew well; grateful for the ability to somewhat distract yourself on the road. The gatesman to your development gave you a real odd look when you told him the two black SUV’s filled with FBI agents were with you, but you couldn’t care less about which neighbor he might spread that info too. Did you see? L/N brought in the FBI, wonder what she’s caught up in. At least all the neighbors and workers had signed airtight NDAs, no one was allowed to talk to any outsiders about the personal happenings of their fellow residents.

Your house was towards the top of the hill, with a great overlook to the ocean. You had only been 20 when you bought the house and you viewed it as the ultimate achievement of all your hard work and determination. You couldn't shake the bad taste in your mouth as you pulled up the driveway. The house felt tainted now, something you were never sure you’d be able to shake.

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Once again, not exactly how you imagined the entire team entering your house for the first time. Your house was extensive, as were the grounds; the team quickly realized they would probably be here for the rest of the day and well into the night.

You were standing awkwardly in the middle of your foyer, unsure of how to exactly approach this situation. “So, there’s about 10 rooms in the house, not including the kitchen and general living spaces, as well with the basement which is technically one big room. I made maps once as a joke, I think I have some in the office, if you wanted those? Or we could do one big house tour and you can break off that way,” you were so rambling, but them being in your house and why they were in your house was setting in, “or you can just go off however you want-”

“Miss L/N,” JJ said, there was that nice look again, “why don’t you show me around the house so I can get a base level understanding of everything there is. The rest of my team will go start a basic canvas of the inside and the grounds as well.” Thank you JJ.

You nodded at this, glad that someone else was taking control of the situation. Before you could lead JJ towards the kitchen, your phone started to ring, startling you. When did you get this skittish?

“My friend is calling,” you said, holding up your phone, “I gotta take this, I was supposed to meet him for coffee a few minutes ago.” You excused yourself, quickly making your way to an empty room away from the rest of the team. Your friend was annoyed at your more than last minute cancellation, but luckily he didn’t pry too hard and accepted your flimsy “I’m not feeling too well’ excuse on the first go.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as I feel better. Yeah, I love you too. I gotta go, bye.” As you hung up, you could feel a gaze burning into the back of your head. Turning around, you found Aaron staring down at you from the doorway. How long had he been there?

“You should have told us about your boyfriend sooner. Trying to protect him from questioning will only-”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you exclaimed, a bit too hurriedly, “I, uh, I’m not seeing anyone at all actually, haven’t in a while.” Smooth.

Aaron was smart enough to read through the lines and understand what you had left unsaid. His gaze didn’t give up, but you could’ve swore you saw relief somewhere in his eyes. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say something, or if he was supposed to say something, or should you walk out, or-

“Neither have I.” Hotch’s voice broke through your thoughts, but just as quickly as he said it, he turned on his heel and left you alone in the room.

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a/n - if anyone is wondering ive 100% cried multiple times at how kind and supportive everyone has been with me about this story. we’re only 2 chapters in but im already sad for it to end. yes i 100% have a bunch of other wip ideas for hotch. anywaaaaaaay, replies/asks/comments/reblogs/likes always appreciated! thank you so much for reading

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act IV

Genshin Impact | TartaLi/ZhongChi

Summary: It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole tangent about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

Or, Zhongli and Childe finally have the conversation that was long overdue.

A/N: I’ve been playing genshin for roughly four or five months now, I can’t remember exactly when I started, but boy do I love it. No you don’t understand, I’m obsessed. But these two have been taking up room in my big brain, so I wanted to write for them. It’s been awhile since I wrote for pleasure so hopefully this is satisfactory :,) and tomorrow, I’m back to school, so I thought I’d enjoy my last day of freedom and post this today. Fun fact, I’m minoring in professional writing, so I’m hoping that it’ll improve my writing skills when I write for luxury, too. Anyway, this was a really fun piece for me to write and I hope you share the sentiment.

Also thank you guys for being so patient with our inactivity and just being such a chill audience to write for. Other social media platforms have become so...demanding haha. I appreciate y’all! Feel free to message us or talk to us about whatever :) -u.n.

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Spoiler alert: this fic does contain spoilers for the A New Star Approaches arc, so read at your own risk.

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In Childe’s line of work, he is no stranger to betrayal.

Working as a Fatui Harbinger meant an unhealthy amount of fighting, betraying one person, deceiving another, and then on occasion, getting betrayed himself. It was all in a days’ work. Childe knew he would just have to roll out his neck and move on. He’s done it before, he can do it again. He would think that, after nineteen years of this grueling rinse and repeat, that he’d be able to tolerate a lot in the field. In fact, working with that wretched colleague of his, Scaramouche, and serving the Tsaritsa with a loyalty unmatched explicitly calls for the patience and tolerance of a saint.

Alas, Childe is the furthest thing from a saint. And still, Zhongli’s betrayal stung the most out of anyone else’s, the reason still unbeknownst to him. He tells himself that it’s because he had actually befriended the other man. That, unlike his other missions, he developed more of a friendship with Zhongli than he has with anyone else in the past. Not to mention how he really thought he’d find the gnosis, in all its golden glory, seated deep within the Exuvia, and not within his friend.

Which is why after he watches Zhongli hand over his precious gnosis to Signora of all people, Childe makes haste to return to the inn he had been staying at to furiously pack his things and leave first thing in the morning. Seeing Signora in Liyue so close to Zhongli had triggered a deep seated feeling of possessiveness over him and the city. Liyue was his territory, as far as he was concerned. It was assigned to him by the Tsaritsa and no one else. And yet, despite his unspoken possession over Liyue, its people turned against him and viewed him as the enemy. As if Childe didn’t already know that. As if he hadn’t already grown up with a layered villain complex, subconsciously looking for a fool with a hero complex to match him. Then entered Zhongli, making himself at home in Childe’s life, and he was immediately enamouring the Harbinger.

Screw Liyue.

Screw all their traditions, the stupid glaze lilies, the delicious cuisine, the obvious livelihood that fills the streets in stark contrast to his own icy hometown, screw all those goddamn unnecessary mountains, that fish market with that abhorrent smell he gradually got used to, and screw Rex Lapis. Screw Zhongli, that handsome bastard, for stringing him along like his plaything the entire time.

Childe knows, he gets it, that Zhongli simply did what he had to do because it was best for his people. And what other way for the oldest of the seven to go, if not for a grand finale? And yes, Childe admits, luring out Osial was a stupid move, but it certainly served its purpose for testing the strength of Liyue and its defenders.

Zhongli and Signora knew he would do something stupid and reckless as soon as he caught wind of the Exuvia serving as a decoy. They knew, and they played the game so well, that Childe really thought he was the mastermind puppeteering the whole show.

What a fool he was made out to be.

Childe aggressively shoves blazer after blazer into his travel duffel, angry, pathetic tears pooling at the corners of his eyes without his consent. He sniffs angrily and swipes at his cheek as soon as the first tear falls.

Fuck this, he’s not crying over a god, he still has some dignity.

But still. Pride aside, it hurt. And it wasn’t even necessarily the deceit that hurt the most. He’s dealt with that previously. It was… more personal. More of an internal struggle than an external issue. Childe truly hates those the most. At least he can shove his fist through any external problem, but he can’t exactly do the same with his feelings, or whatever they’re called.

It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole spiel about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

The same eyes that gazed at him with such affection and kindness were suddenly replaced with the eyes of a soldier. And it was only then that Childe fully realized the force he was reckoning with. Zhongli was a withered god who lived too long for his own good. A powerful deity that held the ability to shake the ground with a look; he who had been humbled by time and his sharp edges eroded by the millions of faces that passed him. Simply put, Childe was just another one of those faces. And again, he understood. If he lived for six thousand years, he wouldn’t want to be alive after the first hundred.

It was the duality that dug the blade deeper into his already bleeding chest. He felt used.

“I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, Childe,” Zhongli had said to him on a warm Liyuen night, “a friend of mine, a long time ago, told me that I was… bad at connecting with people. Emotionally stunted, is what she called me. And she is correct, as I have definitely struggled with making connections in the past. But with you… it’s different. It’s easy.

Childe is thankful for the discretion that night provides him; Zhongli would have easily spotted the blush spreading across his pale cheeks had it been daytime.

“So you had trouble making a couple friends, so what?” The ginger shrugs, “I wasn’t the best at making friends, either. My mom always said I was too aggressive. Apparently that’s not such an appealing trait, after all.”

Zhongli chuckles, a beautiful sound. “It was a bit deeper than that, I’m afraid. Understanding the complexity of another’s emotions was always difficult for me, whereas she… she was loved by everyone. Adored by the youngest of fawns to the oldest of horses. It came so naturally to her. I was the opposite. Not that everyone hated me, no, people just had a harder time getting close to me. Which is why, upon meeting you, I was shocked to find that we clicked so well. Befriending you was as easy as breathing air.”

Oh, Archons, help him.

“And,” Zhongli continues, as if he hadn’t already wrecked the man six ways to hell and back, “I must sincerely thank you for indulging me once again.” The deity glances down at the bag full of antique trinkets in his lap. Childe’s lips turn upward into one of his more genuine, rare smiles.

“What’s with you tonight?” Childe responds, and Zhongli looks at him questioningly , “I mean, you never had a problem with me spoiling you rotten before. You’ve never even acknowledged it. Why start now?”

Zhongli tears his gaze away from the Harbinger.

“And,” the ginger continues, “it almost sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

Zhongli smiles at him then. He wore a kind look on his face, eyes so impossibly warm that it reminded him of his grandmother’s pirozhki. Hot and steaming from the center, melting on his tongue, dissolving deliciously in his mouth and defrosting his entire body. His smile felt like it wrapped itself around his chest and squeezed the best way possible, fitting him back together in places Childe didn’t even realize he had broken.

“What makes you say that?”

Oh, Childe is pissed.

Fuck tomorrow morning, Childe is leaving tonight.

The memories of last night crash over him not unlike a tidal wave and suddenly, he’s drowning. Filled out the brim with a familiar rage burning through his chest and searing his finger tips, his legs, his fucking toes.

He stands abruptly when he realizes he’s been sitting and resumes his packing. It doesn’t take very long after that. A couple toiletries get shoved into the side pockets, his vision is hooked back onto his hip, and his mask is slid into its’ usual spot on his head. He looks at himself in the mirror on the way out and scowls at the way his hair looks more disheveled than usual. Red rims his dulled blue eyes, forcing him to accept that maybe he cried more than he’d like to admit. Whatever.

He swings the door open and-

“Childe,” lo and behold, Zhongli stands in his fucking doorway, “I’d like to talk to you, if that’s alright.” The man looks slightly disheveled. He’s a little out of breath, Childe notices, like he ran up those ridiculous flights of stairs to get to his room- which, by the way, he never disclosed that information with him.

The man in question huffs a laugh. “It’s not.”

He makes a move to brush past him, but is stopped by an unreasonably strong grip around his bicep.

“Tartaglia,” he pleads, “please.”

Childe snatches his arm back and spits, “don’t call me that.”

He retreats back into his room anyway, hearing Zhongli close the door behind him. He dumps the bag back onto his bed and curses himself for not leaving a millisecond earlier.

“You’re angry with me.” Zhongli starts, face as unreadable as ever.

“The sky is blue. Snezhnaya is cold. Are we still stating the obvious here?” He’s too angry to carefully choose his words. Too hurt to slip on his pleasant facade.

“Tartaglia,” he presses, and Childe really hates how his name sounds on his tongue, “I truly am sorry for the way things had to go. It was not in my intentions to… hurt you to the degree in which you feel. I simply was upholding the end of my contract and doing what was best for my people. I implore you to believe that making you feel used was not my main objective.“

Oh god, his apology sounds so robotic.

“So you’re aware that what you did was a little fucked up.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware that almost the entirety of Liyue places the blame on me.”

“Yes.”

Well, shit. “Good talk, Zhongli-xiansheng. If you’ll excuse me, I must begin my trip home.”

He stomps toward the door only to be stopped once again. Archons, if Childe had any motivation left, he most certainly would challenge him to a spar. The ginger huffs, and looks to the heavens in a silent plea for patience.

“Tartaglia, please, I’m not finished-“

“Yeah, well I am.” Their eyes lock. Blue meets gold in a hostile hold, refusing to break. “The second you handed your gnosis over, my business here was done. Whatever… relationship we had is done. You were my consultant and was a Harbinger here for business. A Harbinger that you obviously used for your disposal. So now that that’s over and done with, I really need to report to Tsaritsa, lest she have my head on a silver platter-“

“I spoke with Tsaritsa already.” Zhongli cuts in, his grip tightening around Childe’s wrist. “I asked her for more time with you.”

“You what.”

“Surely you are curious about the deal I struck with Tsaritsa. The contract to end all contracts, yes?” Childe’s wild look on his face eggs him to continue, “I struck a deal that granted you more time here in Liyue. With me.”

Childe is silent for a moment. The ex-Archon opens his mouth to continue.

“And I’d like to say I’ve known you long enough to know that you seek freedom. From what that may be, I do not know. But Tsaritsa has agreed to give you a choice, at the very least, a temporary one. An extended vacation or complete retirement is a choice to be made by you.” Zhongli finishes, looking to Tartaglia with hope.

“THAT is worth your fucking gnosis?!” Zhongli’s gnosis. The entire essence of his being. The very thing that makes him divine (thought it certainly isn’t the only thing that makes the man ethereal), was traded for him.

“Yes,” Zhongli replies with such ease it makes Childe’s head spin. “Among other things, of course.” An aggressive why is lodged in the back of Childe’s throat. Why me? A million questions swirl around his head, knocking him off balance. He would have swayed on his feet had Zhongli not been there to hold him upright.

“That’s insane. You’re insane. You…” Childe lets out a tired sigh, “I don’t understand you.” And he doesn’t. Because one minute he’s a cold hearted businessman, and the next he’s at his door, reduced to a mortal, begging him to stay. Granting him freedom. Really, what kind of fucked up game is this? Why didn’t anyone tell him he was a part of it?

Zhongli smiles. He smiles. “You remember our conversation from the night before, yes?”

Childe rolls his ever-blue eyes to the back of his head. “Remind me, Zhongli-sensei,”

“I said,” the deity starts, drawing both of Childe’s calloused hands between his own, “that I struggled to connect with others. Guizhong, the Goddess of Dust, was the one to bring to my attention my emotional constipation. And like I said, she was correct.”

Childe’s anger withers.

“Unfortunately I understand naught of the depth of your feelings of betrayal,” he continues, “but I do wish to understand how deeply humans feel. And in our time together, I’ve begun to understand through you. Despite your… complexities. And I wish to continue to learn. With you.” I wish to feel human is left unsaid, and laced between his words instead.

“What are you saying,” the Harbinger asks weakly.

“Take me with you.”

“What.”

“Take me with you. Wherever you go, I will follow, if you will allow it.”

Well duh, he’d allow it. Zhongli just had to work for it a little more. He can’t just waltz in here after breaking his heart and ruining his trust, demanding his friendship and companionship or whatever, after everything he was put through-

“Okay.”

Very nice ass to mouth filter, Ajax.

Zhongli’s eyes glow impossibly brighter, “Okay?”

Childe tugs his hands back to his side. “Yes, yes, fine. Whatever. But you can’t just. You can’t just use me again in the name of experimentation.”

“Tartaglia, I would never,” he assures him vehemently, “Of the seven, I was always the one most oblivious to emotions. You may ask Barbatos if you want. But I know that what I feel for you is real and I would not trade it for the world.”

Childe’s mind reels. Barbatos? Feelings?

“‘What you feel for me?’”

Zhongli cocks his head in confusion, as if his feelings were the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, yes. And you feel the same, no? It need not be said aloud.”

“It really doesn’t,” Childe affirms, “you can save me the embarrassment.”

“Wonderful,” Zhongli’s face brightens, and it’s only then that Childe is hit with the full realization that Zhongli is free. No longer is he tied to the city and burdened with the weight of the people. No longer does he have to associate himself with the likes of the Tsaritsa. Finally, after centuries and centuries, he is allowed the pleasure to smile so brightly despite feeling pained for finally leaving his people. He is Zhongli, and no longer Rex Lapis. Morax is long gone, too. The man before him is a man reborn, and Childe’s heart aches with happiness for him.

“Okay, well,” he clears his throat when he notices he’s been quiet for too long, “it’s been a long day and I’m tired. I think I’m just gonna take a shower and turn into bed and think about the rest tomorrow. Save it for future Childe, you know?”

He pads over to his hastily packed back and zips it back open, pulling out the toiletries he aggressively shoved in less than an hour ago. He digs his fingers into his neck and sighs at the release of tension. Summoning an angry ocean god took a lot more out of him than he anticipated.

“I agree,” Zhongli says, and begins to strip. “Personally I prefer the left side of the bed.”

Childe gawks at him.

“You-!” Truly an emotionally constipated god, indeed. He sighs and his shoulders droop, the fight leaving his body. “Fine. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“I eagerly await your return,” Zhongli comments passively as he slips under the covers, a book he didn’t even know he was carrying tucked under his arm. Childe sighs for the nth time that night and turns to close the bathroom door behind him.

Future Childe certainly has a lot to deal with in the morning.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fan fiction #Tartaglia #Childe #zhongli #tartali #zhongchi #i love them so much it hurts #childe x zhongli #angst #character introspection #when this chapter ended i was incredibly emotional #i just want them to be happy

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Spoonie Life: My Last Week (fun with complications)

So, I’m having a really rough week. It feels like literally the second I get a break from one thing or a handle on another, then another thing pops up. I never get a break and it is exhausting. And sometimes it just makes you feel so alone because even those that support you - and I have a hugely supportive community of people in my life - just can’t understand. I’ve been feeling increasingly depressed and anxious and alone and my therapist does not have any availability to see me...possibly for months. So I wanted to just write up everything I’m going through because sometimes that helps but also because hopefully some of you may have gone through some similar things (esp. blood clots and ovarian cysts) and could give advice and/or just support.

Here’s a (not so) short summary of shit that’s been going on lately (in list form because why not). Don’t feel like you have to read it all. I know everyone has their own things going on. But I just needed somewhere to vent and while I shared some of this on FB, I also feel freer to be honest and just fully disclose how hard this is for me here. Sometimes that’s one good thing about this hell site - less reason to self-censor and try to sound positive/hopeful/happy when I really truly am not.

Last Monday (the 15th), I finally finished three months of IV antibiotics I was on for an intra-abdominal abscess (an infected collection of fluid that was right underneath my diaphragm which meant that, for a while, it hurt to even take a breath).

Good news right? Stopped it about a week ago which is awesome because the antibiotics were infused two hours x three times a day (i.e. six f*cking hours a day that I was connected to an IV bag).

But, I knew I would need a follow-up CT scan that was scheduled for this past Wednesday....and who knew what that would show.

Towards the end of last week, I started feeling very tired all the time. And then my physical stamina just suddenly....decompensated abruptly. I would get tired doing anything. Monotasker and I went to the grocery store and halfway through, I had to sit down (or risk passing out). After a few minutes, I told him “we need to get out of here” so we rushed through the rest of the basics we needed. And then while he checked out, I sat on a bench near-by. My heart was racing, I was out of breath, I was dizzy and light-headed, and just generally felt like I had run a 5K.

The first couple times this happened I thought “well, maybe I’m out of shape, I *haven’t* been working out at ALL lately. But then I remembered, it was what - a week ago that I attended NYCC where sure, I got tired sometimes and had to sit down once in a while, but it was nothing like this. And I knew that fitness doesn’t decompensate like that....it’s sad that when confronted with such a serious health issue that my first reaction was to just....blame myself. Right away.

So last Sunday (a little over a week ago), I went into the ER to get checked out. I hoped it was something SIMPLE, like dehydration or maybe my anemia had gotten worse or low levels of some kind of electrolyte imbalance. Anything that could be handled in a single evening. Three guesses about whether that was really the problem (though if you’ve followed me for more than a hot minute, I’m sure you know that the right answer is...because of course, NOTHING is ever simple).

At the ER, they decided to do the CT scan I was supposed to have that Wednesday just to make sure there wasn’t anything they were missing. And while the abscess they had been treating was largely unchanged (so they are going to stop the antibiotics), they also found that I had a blood clot in my pelvis. This is my third blood clot but the other two (a DVT in 2008 and a PE in 2015) were both post-surgical. This is my first blood clot that happened “spontaneously”. The admitted me to the hospital for about 48 hours and put me on a heparin drip until they could get a blood thinner arranged to release me and send me home.

A few observations and factoids about blood clots and their treatment for those who are interested.

People with Crohn’s Disease and Ulcerative Colitis (i.e. IBD) are more prone to blood clots. If you have IBD (or any autoimmune disease actually), you should be aware of this risk and know the signs of blood clots (esp. after surgery) and make sure to take preventative measures like standing up to walk around on long flights.

Traditionally, blood clots were treated with the blood thinner warfarin (Coumadin is its brand name). It takes a few days to get to the correct level in your blood, so you have to be on injections of another blood thinner Lovenox (twice a day, at home, injected yourself) until your “INR” reaches the right level in your blood. While on warfarin you have to have regular bloodwork to check your INR - every few days at first, then weekly, and if you’re on it long term the tests become less common.

This is very challenging for me - after ALL the health issues I’ve had, my veins are completely shot. Even basic blood work is a challenge.

There is a newer genre of blood thinners out there called DACOs - you’ve probably heard of them (they include Xarelto and Elliquis) which are better for a couple reasons, I guess, but the main one for me is the lack of required blood thinners. Three guesses on whether my health insurance approved them? NOPE. They sent me into pre-authorization hell (which frequently means “nope never going to happen” but in this case I hope means “well if your doctor pushes hard enough, we’ll give in eventually).

Question: has anyone gotten one of the DACOs approved? Is there anything specific that you had to prove? How did it end up working out?

If you are someone who menstruates, just be aware - going on a blood thinner can cause your period to start early (mine started less than two days after starting them - at least a week or two early) AND it will make your period longer and heavier.

P.S. - the GYN I saw yesterday said that Xarelto would make that even worse which leads into a later part of this post, but basically she said it was really important that I get my IUD replaced if I was going to be on Xarelto long term.

Since this is my third blood clot, it may mean that I will have to be on blood thinners permanently, which I’m not looking forward to AT ALL. Because really, do I need another medical complication? The answer is no. No, I do not. WHICH MAKES THE NEXT PART OF THIS POST IRONIC.

So this is the part of the post that I could actually use some advice on.

So for a while, maybe as long as a year, every CT or MRI I’ve had has included a note from the radiologist saying that a benign ovarian cyst was seen on the scan (or sometimes it was called an “inclusive cyst” from the ovary into the peritoneal area. It would sometimes “recommend follow up with a GYN”. Okay....fair enough.

When I asked my GI and my PCP about it a long while ago (maybe even two years ago), they both sort of just said “sure you should see an OB-GYN about that at some point” but really didn’t follow-up on it. And then time passed because I had a LOT of other health issues that took precedence.

Sometime nine-months to a year ago, I started having pain in the area where my rectum used to be, especially when I was sitting at my desk at work. There were days it was so bad that I could not sit directly on my butt at all and had to constantly find different positions. And on those days, I would frequently also have pretty severe pain in my pelvis. For months I basically ignored it...again, I have chronic pain and I had bigger fish to fry. Again, it got put on the back burner. Until one day it was so painful I was crying at work. So I called my PCP who also called my GI and he looked at my scan and said “it’s probably that cyst, you should see a GYN....” Still no urgency (and my PCP even said “I don’t know i it’s that - sometimes doctors like to blame cysts when they just don’t know what else is wrong.”) Again and again, this cyst was acknowledged but treated as no big deal - a nuisance to be dealt with eventually.

Side note: at no point in this did my PCP or my GI bother to ask me about pain with sex, despite that being a somewhat obvious question.

So nine months ago (or so), my PCP finally did get me a referral to see someone in the minimally invasive surgical OB-GYN office. I called to make that appointment and was told “you cannot see a surgeon until you’ve seen one of the GYNs” so I got an appointment for several months later with a GYN in the office.

Then, I had to cancel two different appointments with her because I kept being sick and/or in the hospital...and of course, each new appointment was two-three months later.

So my appointment with the GYN (who was lovely) was yesterday. She told me that my cyst (which is in both the ovary and the peritoneum) is now the size of a GRAPEFRUIT! It is almost certainly to blame for the pain I get sometimes in my (former) rectal area and the pain I have when I have sex. She said that even if it’s “benign”, if it’s symptomatic like this, I shouldn’t have to live that way. For the first time, I had a doctor who I felt like was taking this issue seriously even though it wasn’t related to my IBD and was “just” a lady issue. (Though to be fair to my PCP, she has taken it seriously in the past, but it’s just not her specialty).

This GYN also said she’d be willing to take me to the procedure room and sedate me to put an IUD in, whether I have surgery or not because I had such a bad experience getting it last time!!! I really loved that she took my concerns about that seriously. Bless her.

So the (very extended) upshot is that I made an appointment with the minimally invasive surgeon who I was supposed to see SIX-NINE months ago (who, amazingly enough, had an appointment available MONDAY) and I may need to have another surgery to take care of this cyst. This cyst that wasn’t always the size of a grapefruit....but years of being told that it was benign, to “check it out” eventually, and having all of my other health needs take precedence has now left me here. With a huge cyst that has ruined my sex life and is starting to seriously impact my everyday life too.

TL;DR? I have TERRIBLE LUCK. ESPECIALLY this week. And I’m just feeling absolutely overwhelmed, lonely, and frustrated. And if you’ve had experience having surgery for an ovarian cyst, especially one that’s “including” on something outside the ovary, I’d really appreciate your thoughts on the procedure and whether it helped and was worth it.

#long post #about me #spoonie life #Crohn's Disease #ovarian cysts #a lot of this was just me needing to write this all out so that I could get it in one succinct rant #i'm having a lot of trouble dealing with these feelings of just.....never ending-ness #how do i do this for another 35 years????#when do i get a break #i need to go back to therapy - i know - but my therapist doesn't have any openings for A WHILE #and starting with a new therapist just seems like a lot #i may start doing the reasons i'm proud of myself posts again #bc i'm also starting to feel bad about my lazy ass self again #to boot

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xmalereader · 5 years

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Sam Winchester X Wolf! Male Reader

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Summary: A lone wolf gets attached to Sam Winchester and follows him around, but the only thing Is that Dean doesn’t know.

Warnings: fluff, language, large wolf, mxm, protective Sam, scared Dean.

Before this story start I want people to know that this story has a slight crossover with Twilight ( not a big fan of it ) I’m not gonna Envolve the vampires and the cheesy love stories, no! I’m just using the wolves and the characters to make this story line sense. So, I’m trying so hard not to write some cheesy love-twilight-Kind-Of-thing! Thank you for understanding and Enjoy!

Ever since the last demon hunt, he’s had a feeling that someone was watching him. And that freaked him out a little.

We all know that Sam has been through hell, ( like literally ) and has dealt with many different kinds of supernatural crazy! But this was something else, he feels like he’s being followed and could feel a pair of eyes on him. He just doesn’t know what or who.

So, he decides to Ignore the feeling and continue on with his life like normal.

“Dean, What are you doing?”

The oldest brother raised a brow as he held a bag full of different weapons. “What do you think? I’ve found us a case and I’m just getting the right tools for the job.” He answers, giving Sam a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes as he sets down his book, “What kind of hunt?”

“Don’t know.” Sam gave dean a serious look, “I thought you said you knew?”

“The report said that they found a guy cut in half, like seriously.” Dean began to explain, ignoring his brother. “The funny thing is that, his head was missing.” Sam tilts his head. “Like missing or..?”

“Like missing, missing. No where to be found. I mean they went up to this guy, cut him in half and took his head.” He shrugs, stuffing his bag up with more weapons.

Sam could only sigh and head down to his room without a word, knowing that he was gonna have to join dean on this hunt. After he had packed up he held his things and followed dean outside And into the impala. “Where was this located?”

“California.” Dean answers with a smirk. “Maybe we can go to the beach and celebrate after we kill this bastard.” Sam hums as he began to do his research, opening up books and trying to see if he could find something that described the crime scene. As he leans back in his seat and reads, he began to get that Same chilling feeling of someone watching him. Sam slowly moved his gaze outside, he noticed the line of trees and nothing more. “It’s all in my head.” He mumbled to himself before going back to reading.

The ride to California took a while, a few stops by the gas station and bars until they finally arrived to California. Sam looked out the window as he sees different houses. “This town looks pretty lonely.” He blurts out.

Dean parks the car by a curve and steps out. “Yeah well, every town we end up is creepy.” He admits, fixing his gun that he had placed inside his jacket, not wanting to get caught by some citizens. Sam closed the car door, looking around he frowns. “It’s also small.” He added, earning a nod from his older brother. “Well that doesn’t matter, what matters is that we are here to kill someone that has been chopping people in half.”

“Right.”

The two brothers began to go around the neighborhood and ask questions about the man that was killed just last night. A few victims answered with the unknown man being a good person and how much they showed their kindness. Nothing seemed to sound suspicious.

“I’ve got nothing, there’s no lead!” Dean groans out in frustration. “Me neither, maybe it’s just a regular Psycho killer that’s running around murdering people?”

Dean shakes his head. “No that can’t be it! I mean these people end up dead the same way as the last guy.” He heads down the street. “Both teared apart and with a missing head, maybe it’s a wendigo?”

“Wendigos only come out if you’re on their territory, and they take the whole body and only come out during the winter.” They stopped by a large house, Dean sighs as he looks up. “Alright, I’ll talk to this last family while you do some more research.” Sam nods.

“Call me if you find anything new!” Dean calls out and heads up the porch, knocking on the house door.

Sam Let’s out a deep sigh before he turned around and heads back to town, searching for a motel to stay at. As he made his way down the street he hears the sound of a rustle. Stopping in his tracks he reached under his coat to grip his gun. “Who’s there?” He calls out as he takes a few steps forward.

As he moved closer he could head the sound of heavy breathing. “What—?” He is startled when he sees a pair of yellow eyes, staring back at him. Sam stumbled back as he held out his gun and points it towards the large figure. “Come out, Ive seen a pair of eyes like that before. No more hiding!” He calls out with a glare.

He noticed how the yellow eyes narrowed down at him, stepping forward the large figure slowly began to show itself. Two large white paws were placed in front of him, Sam’s eyes slowly widen as he lowered his gun and steps back to see the large yellowed eyed wolf. It stood taller than him, it’s gaze was locked on to sam as he followed him with those yellow eyes.

Sam could only stare in shock. He’s never seen an animal this big, let along a wolf! This wasn’t possible, this had to be something else. Sam began to question himself.

The large wolf bared its fangs, moving closer to sam to smell him. Wanting to make sure if he was harmless. As the wolf nudged Sam around, the taller Winchester stood frozen in spot because who knows what this wolf could do. It could kill him in an instant! Hearing the wolf growl, Sam stiffens. As he nudged the side of his coat. Sam glanced at the wolf and swallowed, “T-this?” He stuttered out as he reached over to his pocket and slips his hand inside, gripping the pack of jerky. He pulled his hand out, the wolf’s ears pin down in warning, growling at Sam.

Sam takes in a deep breath and continued to remove his hand, showing the wolf a pack of ironed Jerky. He watched the wolf carefully as it snatched the pack out of his hands and raced back into the woods, disappearing into the dark trees.

Sam was able to let out a sigh of relief, happy that he wasn’t dead or eaten. But now, this gave sam even more questions of not just the murders but of the strange wolf he just ran into. This wasn’t any ordinary wolf.

“Find Anything?”

Sam is startled awake. Lifting his head from the table he sat on, “uh no! I didn’t find anything useful.” He gave his laptop a glance as he lowered down the screen, not wanting dean to notice on what he was researching instead. “Dammit, still no lead.” Dean tossed himself on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he began to think. “Can’t be a werewolf, or a vampire, Demon, shifter, wendigo,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head before lifting up his laptop screen back on and continued on to what he was doing. “Maybe it’s something new?” He randomly blurts out. Reading through some articles about wolves.

None of them seem to fit the description of the wolf the saw last night. Getting frustrated he closed his laptop and makes his way towards the empty bed next to his brothers. “We Can call for Cas? Maybe he knows something.” Dean sat up and pulled out his phone. “And if he doesn’t?”

“Then will keep trying or will just leave it with psychopathic killer on the lose.”

Sam opens his mouth to answer back. Until he was cut off by a loud howling outside. Sam gasps, looking outside the window.

Dean stands up, “That’s a wolf howling, that’s got to be a wolf right?” He asks in worry. Sam shakes his head, “that’s the thing dean.” He started. “There aren’t any wolves in California.” Deans eyes widen, turning to stare at his brother with a shocked expression. “So a werewolf? That has to be a werewolf, Sammy!” He exclaimed.

“We don’t know that, Dean! It could be a regular wolf!”

“You just said that wolves don’t live in California.”

“Yeah, But maybe this one does?”

Dean stared at his brother. “Look, if you want we can head out tomorrow morning and search, hunting at night is a huge risk right now with what’s been going on. Daylight will help us work faster.” Explained Sam as he noticed his older brother reaching out for his gun, getting ready head out.

Sam sighs in relief as Dean sets his gun back down on the nightstand. “Fine. Early. Tomorrow.” He sat down on the bed and lied back before kicking off his shoes, “Get some sleep.” He murmured out before using the covers to keep himself warm from the cold night.

The youngest brother does the same. Kicking off his shoes as he crawls under the sheets of his own bed and turns off the lights. He keeps his gun hidden under his pillow in case any intruders decide to come in at night and try anything funny. Sam stared at the full moon from his bed, the Curtians moved from the wind outside. He wants to know what just happened to him and why?

The tiredness took over the two brothers as they fell asleep into a deep slumber. The brother were able to sleep well through the night, and through the sound of There motel door being pushed open, a shadow looming over the two brothers. The large shadow makes its way inside the room and remained quiet, not making a sound as it sniffs around the room.

The shadow leans down to sniff at the shoes only for it to snort out when the strong smell hit him. It continued on with its mission, checking under the table and Over it. Searching for more jerky.

Reaching the kitchen, it was able to nudge the fridge open. A bright light illuminated from the fridge as the wolf finds some stored burgers and pie, it wiggles its ears in happiness as he takes out the food from the fridge and began to eat its food.

“Dean?”

It’s ears perk up as it stood back in alarm. Turning to see the same man from before, watching him with wide eyes. “How?” He questions. The large wolf kept eye contact with Sam as it slowly lowered its head and opens it mouth to take the rest of the burger. He latched his mouth around the plastic bag that contained the pie inside and slowly made its way towards the opened door.

Sam could only watch, not wanting to move. “Just take the food, don’t worry I’m not gonna hurt you.” He suddenly got the courage to step out of bed and make its way towards the doorway. The wolf growls at sam only for the taller one to stop when he hears Dean shift in his bed. The two stood frozen as they stared at dean before turning to face each other in sync. Sam takes a few steps forward. “Just opening the door a bit more for you.” He quickly said.

The wolf noticed how the door was slowly closing by the wind pushing it in and out. He watched sam reach over and push the door open for the wolf to make his great escape. Before he could run off he turns around to look at sam one last time, before running back to the woods.

Sam noticed the wolf disappear again. “Deans gonna kill me.” He whispered out after finding out that the wolf had ran away with deans pie.

Sam couldn’t sleep the rest of the night and instead left earlier than usual to search for the large wolf that broke into there motel. He held a shotgun in one hand and in the other a bag full of supplies that he’ll might need for later, making his way through the woods he would leave a few pieces of burger on the ground as he continued to walk, hopping that it could follow him. As he reached a hill with a view of the ocean he lets out a deep breath, he sat down on the dirt and sets the bag full of burgers down to his side, along with his weapons. “This place is huge, how am I going to find such a large wolf?” He asks himself as he began to think.

Hearing the sound of paper rustling he slowly looks over to see the same white wolf with its muzzle deep inside the burger bag and just eating away. Ignoring Sam’s presences. “That was easy.” The wolf pulls out his muzzle and looks up to sam, chewing on his food before licking his fur clean. “Uh...hello?” He says.

“You know these burgers are pretty good, where you get them?”

Sam stumbled back as he heard a voice in his head. Wide eyes stared at the wolf that sat in front of him. “W-What?”

“I said, where did you get these?” The wolf nudged the bag towards Sam. The older brother only stared back in shock with his mouth opened, “Uh there’s a restaurant just down the street that makes these burgers—how are you in my head?” He quickly says.

The wolf lied down as he digs into the bag again. “Mh, I should visit down there later on. Don’t usually go into town. Oh, and it’s something that we have. It’s easier to communicate with people.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. There are ten of us out here. Usually potrolling or hunting for food. It’s regular wolf stuff.”

Sam was slowly sitting back up. “Are you a werewolf?”

“Something like that.”

He finished the bag of burgers and tossed it to the side. “Next time bring fries, I really missed those.”

“Wait, so your a werewolf? How come your not all hairy and human like? You’re actually a wolf! But in a bigger size, how is that possible?” Sam continued to ask questions which only irritated the wolf even more when he noticed him roll his eyes.

“We come from a tribe. We are the kind of werewolves that are hard to find, rare! We don’t come out much and stay hidden, but after I found out that you boys were coming into town I had no choice but to warn the others, Thought you were going to kill us after finding out about the dead bodies.”

“Wait you know about the victims? That was your work?!” The wolf growls at him, standing up to tower over him and look straight into Sam’s eyes. “We did it for a reason.” He states.

“And what reason was that?” Sam stood his ground as he glared back at the larger wolf. He noticed the wolf growl under his breath. “They were going to expose us, give us up to the government! Now, I suggest that you and your brother back off and head back to that bunker that you call home.”

He snaps his jaw at sam, noticing him flinch. Before the wolf could do anything else, he turns around and began to walk away. Sam breaths heavily, not knowing what to do next. He quickly grabs his bag of things and ran after the wolf. “I can’t let you go.”

The wolf stops. “Why not?” Sam bites his lip. “Because my brother is coming here to kill you and anyone else that looks like you.” The wolfs ears perk up and lets a growl slip before he could respond back he hears the sound of loud running. “There coming.”

Sam raised a brow, “who?” Instead of getting an answer he gets shoved down to the ground and with the large wolf standing over him. “Stay down.” He warns, using his tail to cover up Sam with dirt and twigs, after he’s had him covered up well, a pack of wolves appeared from the trees.

“Look who’ve we got here.”

A large black wolf began to circle around him, along with another four wolves.

“What are you doing in these areas? I thought you warned you to stay away.”

Sam glanced up from his hiding spot. His eyes widen when he sees more than one wolf, “holy-“

“What? I’m just taking a nice stroll through the woods, is that so bad?” Y/n shot back, shifting his legs around to keep Sam hidden from the alpha wolf. A dark grey wolf steps forward, sniffing the air. “A human was here.” Y/n froze in place.

“A Human? Oh no! No Human here.” He quickly shakes his head and laughs inside. “Your mistake old man, maybe it’s that nose of yours that doesn’t work anymore. It’s best that you drop down from your position in the pack and maybe hand it to someone better like, oh, I don’t know, Seth? He’s young and has the strength.”

The back wolf snarled angrily and snaps his jaws in front of y/n’s face. “Don’t you ever speak to my pack members like that!!”

Y/n avoids his gaze. “What pack? Half of them left you to join those sparkly guys. Your all alone.” He began to challenge him. Stepping forward as he tried to make himself look taller than the other, Sam felt his foot shift. He tried to hold in his breath as he noticed the two wolves Challenging each other. He was going to get himself killed.

The alpha began to step down as y/n continued to rant. “You can’t even take care of yourself! This is your only pack, Sam! Your lucky your still alive or else the others would’ve come after you.” Sam whimpered as he slowly lowered his head, y/n steps forward and sets on paw in front of Sam. He bends down to him and hissed out. “Your no alpha and you’ll never be an alpha.”

He shoved shoved Sam away, growling. “Get the hell out of my territory.”

“Your territory?”

“Yes! This is my territory and if you have a problem with that then you’ll just have to deal with it. Also you all did a horrible job to killing the vamp, you forgot to burn it. Now because of you people are getting curious about this place.”

He glanced over to the hidden body that lied on the dirt, turning back to face the others he barked out. “Go!” He watched the wolves scurry away in fright. Y/n sighs, walking over to sam and flipping him over. “There gone.”

Sam coughs out the dirt and groans. “Can’t believe that guy has the Same name as me.” He breaths out. “Let’s hope your a better Sam than he is, he’s more of a dick than anyone else.”

Sam laughs in agreement, standing up. “Why does this place feel divided? I mean you were arguing about land and leadership and then you not being a part of the pack.”

Y/n huffs. “Long story, don’t want to get into it. But you should head back before your brother arrives.” He used his nose to nudge Sam towards the direction that lead him back to the motel. Sam frowns, “Will I see you again?”

The white wolf tensed up before answering. “Maybe...”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Said sam before heading down the trail. Y/n following behind him, stopping once they arrived to the road that divided them. “This is my stop.” Y/n sat down, no cars were passing by and the motel rooms were half empty, so he was good to show himself.

“I’ll see what I can do to convince my brother to head home. Looks like you and your little friends have it all under control.” Y/n laughs and nods. “See you around.” Sam walks backwards, turning around to head back inside the motel room without waking up his brother.

Y/n stands up once the motel room door was shut and turns around to leave.

#male reader #sam x male reader #sam winchester #dean x male reader #dean winchester #supernatural

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a-corndog-named-schibbs · 6 years

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Fangs, Fur, and Phantoms - Chapter 7

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Lance has a heart-to-heart with his future alpha-in-law. Shiro and Allura are stressed for a variety of reasons.

Enjoy!

If there was one thing Lance knew about Kolivan, it was that he liked his privacy.

After all, why else would he live in what was little more than a trailer home in the middle of the woods?

It took Lance forever to find the place, driving up and down roads that were only dirt and gravel and probably didn’t even have names. Eventually, though, he did find the house and knocked on the door.

Kolivan opened the door a crack, keeping the chain fastened, “What do you want? If you’re selling something—“

“I’m not,” Lance interjected, “I need your help.”

Kolivan’s eyes widened, “You’re Keith’s mate, aren’t you?”

“I…yeah, that’s me.”

Kolivan seemed to hesitate a moment, before unlatching the door chain and ushering Lance inside.

The decor was about what Lance expected, functional and masculine, no frills or fuss. Kolivan gestured to a table with two chairs and they both sat down.

“Now,” said Kolivan, “What’s this visit about?”

“I think Keith might be in danger,” said Lance.

“Keith is an adult. He can take care of himself.”

“No, you don’t understand,” said Lance, “I’m being blackmailed and the person blackmailing me is threatening Keith’s life.”

That made Kolivan sit up and take notice, “Who is this person?”

“I don’t really know, I’d never met him before. He said his name was Lotor and that he’d kill Keith if I didn’t do what he asked. I can’t let that happen.”

Kolivan frowned, “Strange…”

“What’s strange?”

“I’m just confused as to why you seem so concerned about Keith’s death.”

Lance stared, incredulous, “Because I care about him? What the fuck, Kolivan, he’s part of your pack! Don’t you care about his death?”

“Yes, but that’s because I’m mortal like he is.”

Lance sat back in his chair. He was beginning to see what Kolivan’s problem was.

“I suppose I’ve never heard of a vampire caring for a mortal so much. I want to know why. If you’re just going to outlive him, why bother forming this kind of connection?”

Lance thought for a moment, “I guess it’s because I need him. You know he’s not the first person I’ve had a romantic relationship with, right?”

“I figured as much,” said Kolivan, “No doubt you’ve had a whole slew of lovers in your time on earth.”

“Not just lovers,” said Lance, “My last wife was a woman named Jenny. I loved her from the moment I met her to the moment she died. When our kids were born, I loved them too. And when our grandkids were born, I loved them as well. I love Keith no less than I loved any of them. And if we have kids someday, I’m going to love them too.”

“It sounds heartbreaking,” said Kolivan, “Loving so many people and having to watch them die.”

“Well yeah, it is,” said Lance, “But the alternative is trying not to feel anything about other people, and that never ends well. Other vampires have tried that and they end up being the ones you read about in the horror stories. If I didn’t have people to care about…if I didn’t have Keith…I’d turn into as big a monster as people say I am.”

Kolivan studied him, “You know, Lance, I wasn’t sure about you when I first met you.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“But now I think you might be exactly what Keith needs as well.”

Lance perked up, “So you’ll help me?”

“First you have to tell me how to help you. What does this Lotor person want you to do for him?”

“He wants me to kill these two people. Their names are Agents Shirogane and Prince. I don’t know what they did to this guy, but he wants them dead badly. I don’t want to do it, they seem like they’re not bad people, but I can’t risk him hurting Keith.”

“I would think you could hold your own against a simple human if it came down to defending Keith from him.”

Lance shook his head, “He’s not just a simple human. He’s…well, I’m not sure what he is. I don’t think he’s a witch, but he can do…things. Mess with your mind and stuff like that.”

Kolivan got out of his chair and stood next to Lance, “Then we’ll need help from our pack to take him down.”

“Our?” said Lance.

“Yes,” said Kolivan, the barest hint of a smile on his face, “If Keith’s mate needs my help, who am I to refuse?”

***

It was the night before Halloween and Shiro was about ready to tear his hair out.

He stewed in his frustration as he and Allura walked back to their hotel for the night. Tomorrow was the All Hallows Eve festival. The whole town would be filled with people coming in for the festivities and the two of them were no closer to stopping the monster stalking the town than they were when they first arrived.

At least now they knew what they were dealing with. Keith’s name had been cleared and for that, Shiro was grateful, but in terms of the bigger mission, a monster from Anglo-Saxon folklore causing the killings only made things more complicated. The beast had no more sentience than a wild animal, which meant he and Allura couldn’t exactly go knocking on its door with an arrest warrant in hand. And it was infinitely more dangerous than any animal. Shiro had heard rumors circulating the town of people going missing over the last few days, pets disappearing from backyards. If the festival came around and this grendel was still on the loose…

“Even if we did find it,” said Shiro thinking out loud, “how are we supposed to kill it? I didn’t bring any firearms besides my handgun and I doubt that would cut it with a creature this big.”

Allura huffed, also frustrated, “I’ve looked through every book I could find that mentions this thing and none of them list any weaknesses. It’s immune to damage from all weapons. Only one person’s ever been said to defeat one. The hero, Beowulf.”

“Well, how did he do it?”

“He ripped the creature’s arm off with his bare hands.”

“Ouch. Okay, not an option,” said Shiro, nervously putting a hand to his prosthetic, “What if we called in Coran? Do you think an exorcism could stop it?”

Allura shook her head, “It’s not a demon. I think that puts it outside of Coran’s jurisdiction.”

“Well, then what…” Shiro froze.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think we’re being followed.”

Across the street, Shiro was aware of another person keeping pace with him and Allura. Definitely a cause for concern this late at night with the street as empty as it was. Shiro turned and pretended to point something out to Allura in a nearby storefront window so they could get a good look at their follower.

Except that their follower did not appear in the window’s reflection.

“What the…?”

“It’s a vampire,” whispered Allura.

Slowly, Shiro turned to face the stranger. “It’s McClain.” he whispered back.

Recognizing that they had noticed him, Lance McClain waved at the two agents and crossed the street.

“Evening,” he said, “You folks going on a bar crawl? Mind if I join?”

“You’re Keith’s boyfriend, aren’t you?” said Allura, trying to hide her uneasiness.

“Yup, the name’s Lance. It’s Shiro and Allura, right?”

“Listen,” said Shiro, “Is there something we can help you with? We’re kind of trying to get home.”

“Actually,” said Lance, “yeah, there is something.”

Suddenly Shiro felt someone grab him by the arms. He couldn’t see who they were but they were big and very strong. He heard Allura give an indignant shout next to him.

“I’m really sorry about this,” said Lance, grabbing the collar of Shiro’s shirt and pulling down.

“What are you—“ Shiro was cut off as Lance bit down at the skin between his shoulder and neck. He felt his needle-sharp teeth inject something into his bloodstream just before he blacked out.

He woke up in someone’s living room, tied to a chair.

“…prepare a blood transfusion for them?” he heard a deep voice say as he came to.

“I think they’ll be okay. We don’t need a lot of blood, just enough to make it look convincing. But maybe prepare a blood bag, just in case.” That was Lance’s voice.

“Hey…” Shiro croaked weakly. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hey!”

His vision began to clear up and Lance’s face appeared in his line of sight, “Oh, good, you’re awake. What’s your blood type?”

“Where’s Allura?”

“Sitting right behind you. I think she’s starting to wake up too.”

Sure enough, Shiro heard Allura give a weak groan behind him. She must have been sitting facing away from him, because the first word out of her mouth was, “Shiro?”

“I’m here,” said Shiro. Then to Lance, he said, “What the hell is going on here?”

“I’m trying to save lives,” said Lance, “That’s what’s going on.”

“Saving lives? Whose?”

“Yours. And Allura’s. And the lives of a lot of people I care about, including Keith.”

“What do you mean?” said Shiro, “Is Keith in danger?”

“He will be if I don’t do this. You two wouldn’t happen to know a guy named Lotor, would you?”

“He’s an incubus,” piped up Allura, “We arrested him not that long ago.”

“Ah, that explains why he wants you dead so badly. Apparently the arrest didn’t stick.”

“Lance, listen to me,” said Shiro, “We’ve dealt with people like Lotor before. Whatever kind of deal he made with you, he is going to double-cross you.”

“Yeah, I figured. That’s why I’m going to double-cross him first.”

“What?”

“Ulaz can explain it better than me,” said Lance, gesturing to the nearby doorway. An extremely tall, white-haired werewolf stepped through it, holding what looked like an IV tube. “This is Ulaz. He’ll be your doctor for today.”

“We’re going to be taking a bit of blood from both of you,” said Ulaz, “Just enough for Lotor to be able to identify your scent when we fake your death.”

“When you what?”

“Oh, that’s the other thing,” said Lance, “Once we’ve collected the blood, we’ll need you to take your clothes off.”

“Excuse me?!” said Shiro.

“So that we have something to show Lotor to prove that you’re dead.”

“Don’t worry, we brought spare clothes for you to change into,” said Ulaz, “Allura looks like she could fit into some of Krolia’s old things and you’re about the same size as my mate.”

“I happen to like the outfit I’m wearing now!” said Allura.

“Guys, I’m sorry,” said Lance, his voice growing softer, “but I have to do what I can to protect Keith. It’s either this or kill you and I really don’t want to kill you.”

Shiro sighed. As much as he didn’t like the situation, he also couldn’t blame Lance for being protective.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll help you. What about you, Allura?”

“Can’t say I’m a fan of your plan. But if it means keeping your boyfriend safe…and, you know, not dying…then I’m willing to help.”

Soon, both Shiro and Allura were untied and having their blood drawn by Ulaz, who explained that he worked as a nurse at the local hospital. Once all the blood they needed was collected, Shiro and Allura both stripped and changed into the clothes Lance and Ulaz gave them.

Shiro buttoned up his new shirt and tucked it into his pants. Apparently, he was a little bit shorter than Ulaz’s mate, but other than that, they really were similar in size.

“Thank you for this,” said Lance, as Shiro adjusted his clothes.

“It’s no problem,” said Shiro, “It’s our job to protect people like you. I’m just glad Plan A wasn’t to go ahead and kill us. Thanks for that, Carlos.”

“Oh, I was never planning to—“ Lance looked up, surprised, “How did you know my name?”

“The PBI’s been keeping tabs on you for a long, long time. You’ve lived a very full life, Carlos Montoya.”

Lance smiled and shook his head, “I never thought I’d hear that name again. But if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to be called Lance.”

Shiro nodded, “I understand. I’ve gotta admit, though, I was hoping you’d be partial to Isamu Kurogane.”

Lance chuckled, “God, I almost forgot about my Japan days.”

“When this is all over, we should get lunch together sometime. You can tell me all about your life and we’ll see if your Japanese has gotten rusty.”

“My Japanese is just fine, thank you,” said Lance, smirking, “But it might sound a little archaic to your ears.” His face fell a bit. “Assuming there is a ‘when this is all over’.”

“There will be,” said Shiro, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder, “No matter what happens, I promise you, from here on out, we’re all on the same side.”

#klance #hidge #vampire lance #werewolf keith #witch pidge #ghost hunk #we're on the home stretch now #only two chapters to go #lance #kolivan #shiro #allura #ulaz #my posts #my fanfictions #fangs and fur au

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leonardvindel · 6 years

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[ChloDine] I’ve Got You - chapter 2

Thank you @csquirrel27 @ bri-notthecheese @pfeiffersvu for the encouragement you gave me :D

Please excuse all spelling and grammar errors except for the Tsotsitaal and Afrikaans.

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2

Present Day

The view reminded her of when they stood atop Ganesh’s axe back in India, on their first adventure together.

She stood near the edge, on the top of Table Mountain. It wasn't as completely flat as it looked from the ground below; it had a granite type surface with, what the locals called, Fynbos, growing wildly all over it.

Just like Halebidu, it was peaceful here. The cool Table Mountain breeze swept past her face, recalling the sudden wind that had almost knocked them off their feet. Nadine had instinctively grabbed onto her and she in return grabbed her bicep to stabilise. The real beauty though, lay on her chestnut skin at the moment. The awe in her eyes at the sight of the lush jungle below her. The memory brought a smile to her face, “This is an impressive view china” her arms wrapped around the box she was holding “You caught me off guard with this one. I’d have thought you’d choose a wildlife reserve not the top of a mountain.”

7 Months Ago

The first shot Nadine fired landed directly into a man's head, the second and third hit another's shoulder before getting in another head shot. Nadine's skilful firing took down two more after that. As expected of an ex-paramilitary soldier. Chloe, on the other hand, wasn't fairing so well. She wasted a few good easy shots before finally hitting her mark. A chaotic storm of emotions raged within her. About how much of a bad idea it had actually been to break into the underground fort. To have gambled their lives so carelessly and now, because of that, Nadine was in mortal danger. It wasn't like Elena in Shambhala, who had put herself too close to Harry in order to try and save him. She had almost died too that day. But that was her choice. Nadine had gone because Chloe had pushed the idea. But it was too late for her to dwell on that now, she needed to focus, she needed to save Nadine.

Burning arms and too many missed shots forced Sam to eventually put Nadine down behind cover as more reinforcements arrived. He opened his hand for Nadine to hand the gun over to him "I'll take it from here Nadine." Aware of her missed shots, Nadine handed Sam back his firearm without protest, and let Sam do the rest. When the passage had fallen silent, Sam picked Nadine up again and began a sloppy jog down the passage and came to a stop at the end of it. "This way!" they said in unison, only Chloe had taken the passage leading left and Sam the right. "What makes you so sure that's the right way out?" "I'm not but I marked the wall earlier there" Sam gestured with his head, to a little bit of the concrete wall he'd scratched on prior "There's a medic room down here somewhere. Maybe we can find something to help Nadine."

Chloe ran to catch up "Sounds like a plan."

"See Nadine? I'm good for something." "Mhmm, using the old 'noodle' as you call it." Nadine replied

A bullet narrowly missed and hit the wall when Sam ran into another passage, with Nadine in his arms. "Oh shit! That was close." Nadine cried out at Sam's sudden movements and was then put down for a second time. Chloe knelt down and put her hand on the one Nadine had over her stomach wound then to her cheek "Hey, how are you holding up?" "N-not so lekker (nice) but I think I can manage. " Chloe joined Sam and look a peek around the wall. She recognised one of the faces as the one of the guys she knocked out earlier, who was now guarding the door to the medic room. She felt immediate regret at not having ended his life there and then. She turned back to Sam "We have the artefact in our possession. Any ideas as to why they're guarding the door?" He shrugged his shoulders pulling out his gun "I don't know, I didn't open it. I was about to when I heard a whole lot of shooting and knew you ladies had been spotted. So I came to the rescue" He checked the ammo capacity of his gun's magazine, hopefully I'd be enough. Neither of them had picked up any ammo from their last gun fight. "There's only one way to find out." Chloe picked up a lone wooden plank and threw it into the passage, to divert the armed men's attention then took her first shots "We call dibs on that room guys!"

Followed by Sam. Neglecting to pick up ammo previously, Sam and Chloe found their clips empty after shooting down five of the six men that had been guarding the door. Before panic could settle in, there was a grunt from behind them and a knife whizzed between both of them and straight into the last man's head when he dared to peer over the cover he'd taken. Chloe and Sam both turned around to see Nadine clutching her side in pain, leaning on the wall for support, "Ja, I've-I've still got it." Chloe ran to her side and slung her arm over her shoulder "You're always there to save my arse Nadine."

Nadine scoffed in reply and lent most of her weight on Chloe as they walked.

Sam ran ahead and kicked the door open. He froze in place "Umm..." He turned to look at Chloe who was approaching with Nadine "They weren't guarding something. They were guarding someone."

"What?" Chloe stood by the door beside Sam and followed the direction of his gaze. There on a bed lay an injured woman, still in her tattered, blood covered uniform, hooked up to all sorts of medical machinery. The guards that now that now lay dead outside the door thanks to Chloe, Sam and Nadine, had been guarding her. "That's-That's the woman from... two days ago. With- with that big group." Nadine mentioned to Chloe "I thought we got rid of all of them." Sam added Chloe felt Nadine place her head on her shoulder and her knees buckle "Hang on Nadine. We'll get you patched up love." Chloe turned to Sam "Hold her steady so I can make room for her on the bed." "Chloe..." Sam gave Chloe an incredulous look "That woman is going to die if you-" the look on Chloe's face stopped him from continuing any further. He held Nadine as Chloe had instructed and watched her walk over to the woman lying on the bed. "We've dealt with most of the armed forces here. Who's going to check on her vitals when we leave?" Chloe worked her way to remove any medical equipment attached to the woman on the bed, the machines making protest at the loss of connection. She stopped for a second, as if to rethink her actions, her face softened when her eyes scanned over Nadine's injured form before turning into a scowl "She gave us away. If it weren't for her Nadine wouldn't be in the condition she's in," she yanked the IV line out of her arm "They wouldn't have been expecting us." Sam said nothing further, realising that Chloe was shifting the blame. It wasn't her fault entirely, Sam and Nadine had both agreed, eventually. They were both aware of the risk. He watched her haul the woman's body off the bed and onto the floor.

Without saying a word, Sam helped Nadine up onto the bed.

Both Sam and Chloe began to search for any available medical supplies. Most of the cupboards and draws were empty or had items that weren't going to aid Nadine. They must have used whatever they had on their comrade. "Found a bottle of water-based Iodine and gauze." Chloe announced to Sam, shaking it to feel how much of it was left. A reasonable amount. Sam could be heard shuffling through a few draws then turned victoriously to Chloe "I got a needle, cotton wool pads but no sutures."

At that moment, Chloe and Sam got distracted by a garbled sound from the floor. Sam checked over to see the woman, who had been on the bed, start to convulse in an attempt to breathe. It wouldn't be long now, she would soon be dead.

"Alright, I'll work on Nadine's head wound first." She pointed to the unopened draws and cupboards at the back of the medical room, "Check there to see if you can find suture thread and some painkillers." Chloe was stepped over the woman's body, took the items from Sam and went right to Nadine's side. Nadine's head wound wasn't as bad as it looked. It had thankfully closed up on its own. Her vision moved down to Nadine's abdomen, that wound, she was very concerned about. Sam came into Chloe's field of view with suture thread "This was all I could find." There wasn't much of it left "It'll probably be just enough to hold the wound for now."

"It'll have to do" Chloe looked the thread then to Sam "Thanks."

Sam nodded in response, suddenly itching for a cigarette now that the action had gone quiet. "I'm going to grab a quick smoke outside while you work on Nadine."

"I need you here Sam."

The desperation in Chloe's voice was enough for Sam to try and endure the craving for a little while longer. Nadine's eyes were half lidded and she was struggling to stay awake so Chloe placed her hand onto the bleeding wound that had been held together by Sam's shirt and her belt. "Eish! Eina (ouch)!" Chloe gave Nadine a peck on her cheek "The sun's still up out there darling. It's too early for you to go to sleep."

Nadine just tried to take in deep breaths.

Chloe had to pull the belt tighter in order to loosen it which earned her another moan from Nadine. She lifted her standard blue shirt to about where her last rib would be, she was greeted with a dark hole and blood oozing from it. It must have hurt pretty bad but so far Nadine had done her best to mute her pain. That was all going to change within the next minute or so. She was hoping to see the bullet and pull it out but there was no sign of it. Nadine would need professional help for this. The Iodine and cotton wool pads were placed on the bed beside Nadine as Chloe mounted it and straddled Nadine’s powerful legs, “Sam, hold her down while I clean the wound." Sam took in a nervous breath, a little paranoid that Nadine might sock him in the jaw “Nadine, I’m just gonna hold you down so Chloe can clean the bullet wound alright?” Brown eyes looked into his before a “Ja” response was returned. Chloe tipped the bottle of the water-based Iodine onto the cotton wool pad, took a deep breath and proceed to clean Nadine's unsightly gunshot wound. The first few swipes were around the opening of the wound so Nadine was relatively still. It wasn't until Chloe took a clean piece of cotton, dabbed the Iodine over it and patted the open wound, did Nadine finally react. "Yissus (Christ)!!" Nadine yelled, her body attempted to squirm away from the pain. Both Sam and Chloe added more weight on Nadine to keep her from moving. Being gentle about this was only going to make it harder for all of them and as it was, time was not on their side. Chloe had to switch off all of Nadine’s pained yells. Memories of her mother using it on her when she’d hurt herself as an adventurous child, reminded of how much the iodine solution really stung. Nadine tried her best not to thrash around but eventually, "St-STOP STOP STOP!" she took in as many breaths as she could "Pl-Please stop Chloe…Please." Chloe threw the blood covered cotton onto the floor to joining the others that she'd used "Okay, alright china. I'm going to stitch this up and wrap it too. So please bear with me okay." Nadine responded with a tired nod. It didn't escape Chloe to notice that Nadine's skin had gotten slightly paler than before. Never mind that, she needed to carry on. Sewing was never Chloe’s strong suit and sewing together irritated, swollen skin was met with a challenge. In the end, it looked like shoddy work but she did her best and proceeded to use the gauze and wrapped it up tight enough so that Nadine could still breathe.

Sam then proceeded to put Nadine on his back. They walked out the room leaving the woman there, who was now quiet having succumbed to her injuries, along with many of the others they had to contend with.

They got a bit turned around trying to find the exit but the managed to stumble into the underground fort's garage. Their standard red Jeep would be okay where they'd left it. Chloe quickly worked her magic on a vehicle in the garage and got it started. Sam placed Nadine at the back and moved towards the driver's side "Chloe, I'll drive. You've got to keep Nadine talking." Chloe didn't argue and jumped right into the back as Sam took his position behind the wheel and crashed their way out the underground garage of the fort.

Chloe took Nadine’s hand in her own, it was colder than before and clammy. She looked at the Queen's Ruby bracelet "Hey there love." Nadine looked her "Aren't I just a genius for giving you this bracelet? It led me to you like always." "It was a good gift. Be-Better than flowers and -cho-chocolate." Chloe chuckled "Ohh you know I'm not the flowers and chocolate kind of girl." Chloe cleared her throat, feeling that dreaded clump of anxiety that she had failed to swallow "But I do owe you a marvellous dinner now. What would you like me prepare for you?" "Your- your cooking isn't great liefie(love)" Nadine gave her an honest answer "I-I'd rather have a MRE." Chloe faux recoiled "Ouch! Give me some credit, it was the first time I was cooking pap and vle-vleis" Nadine giggled a little before the pain became a bit much "You burnt both the pap and the boere-boerewors" "Again, it was my first time but the peppermint crisp tart you made for dessert was delicious and the extra dessert after that too." Nadine remained silent for a bit before answering Chloe "I-I would have loved to have made it for yo-you ag-again." Sensing Nadine's doubt "Hey hey hey hey, no! You're going to make it okay" She blinked away the tears threatening to escape her eyes. She didn't want to think about that. Again Nadine was silent for a little while longer, just looking at Chloe then said "Wi-wie is jy (Who are you)?" Her eye brows knitted together in confusion Chloe raised an eyebrow "Sorry love? My Afrikaans is terrible, what did you say?" "Who are yo-you?" Nadine tried to pull her hand back from Chloe. The blood loss was causing her to experience confusion. Chloe held on tighter "It's me - Chloe. Your skat (sweetheart). Your liefie (love). Your selfish dickhead." "Chlo-Chloe." Nadine repeated, relaxing as the moment of confusion cleared. How could she forget her Chloe? "That's right." Chloe pointed to the front seat "And that's Sam. You remember him right?" Sam turned his head "Hang in there Miss Ross" "Voet-voetsak (piss off)" Nadine spat back. That was one person she wouldn't mind forgetting. Chloe laughed a bit "That's the spirit."

Sam wasn't the best at driving and it became very apparent when the vehicle suddenly dipped to the one side as a tyre went into a pothole. Chloe and Nadine followed the direction of the tilt. Chloe did her best to keep Nadine from falling off with her. Nadine's pained groans could be heard over the rattling of the vehicle. "Christ Sam!" Chloe instinctively placed her hand on the stitched wound on Nadine's side and cradled Nadine's torso. Sam steadied the vehicle again "Sorry sorry. I didn't see that. Just focus on keeping Nadine awake!" His apologetic, determined eyes looked back at Chloe through the rear a view mirror "We're almost back in town! Tell Nadine to hang in there!"

Nadine's skin could now easily be classified as grey, it was paler than it had ever been, her breathing still so shallow. She tried to lift her hand to Chloe's face but was only able to grasp the forearm cradling her torso. Chloe responded by kissing her lips and felt a tear hit her cheek before rolling off her face. She felt so sad that she'd failed someone she loved again. First her father and now the love of her life. "You're not going to die you hear me?" Chloe begged more than commanded her "You're going to make it." Chloe's ear was close enough for Nadine to speak to her liefie (love) "Ek is (I am) -I'm not upset Chlo-Chloe." She desperately drew in more air "It's not...your-your fault okay. Prom-Promise me that you-you won't blame yourself...f-for this." "Just stay alive for me and I promise I won't blame myself" Chloe replied parting her tear filled grey eyes and looking into Nadine's half lidded brown eyes. "Hey! I can see the town" Sam shouted through the rumbling of the tyres over gravel Chloe lifted her head to confirm if Sam was seeing the right thing. She let out a breath, feeling relief wash over her, Nadine really had a fighting chance, she was going to make it. She turned to give Nadine the good news but her smile of relief was replaced with a frown. Nadine lay still. Eyes half lidded, looking at Chloe. No longer breathing and her half smile frozen in time. "No... no no no no." Chloe shook her head "Nadine?! China?! NADINE?!" Panic and dismay surfaced and Chloe immediately started chest compressions on Nadine, "Please-please don't do this to me." Sam looked into the rear view mirror when he heard Chloe's panicked voice. The car slowed down as he turned to the back watching Chloe's attempts and seeing Nadine's unresponsive eyes staring back at her. The wound that Chloe had closed up had opened again and bleeding all over onto the seat. It might have torn open when he went into that unexpected hole moments ago. He gently put his foot on the breaks to stop the vehicle. "Keep driving Sam!!" Chloe shouted back, tears falling from her eyes and onto Nadine's face "She-" Strong arms wrapped themselves around Chloe's torso and pulled her off Nadine. "No Sam! Let go of me!" Chloe wriggled in his hold, trying to free herself.

Sam held his grip firm around Chloe "Chloe! She's gon-" An elbow to the side of the head loosened his arms around Chloe but he quickly recovered and held her tighter. From the adrenaline of shooting his way through the underground fort, to carrying Nadine around, to driving the vehicle at high speed; Sam had very little energy but to watch Chloe go on and try to revive Nadine wasn't something he looked forward watching so he held on. If the door of the vehicle could magically close so that Chloe would begin to accept, he'd be grateful for that.

Chloe fought him for a good while before she ultimately gave in to the despair and weakened in her attempts. Tears and cries of anguish freely escaped her body. Sam went down slowly with her to the ground and let her pour all of it onto his shoulder. It took so long for Chloe to stop weeping, for her breathing to return to normal for her body to stop trembling and when she did, she gently pulled back and wiped Sam's now wet vest and shoulder said a whispered "C'mon, we'd better get moving" and headed for the backseat of the vehicle. She got in, closed Nadine's eyes and gave her cold lips another kiss. She then resumed her position in the driver's seat while Sam quietly went to the passenger side, a seat Nadine always occupied.

A pop sounded from the vehicles' lighter. Sam fished out of his pocket a beaten looking cigarette carton and shook one out. The sponged end placed in his mouth, he pulled the lighter out and lit it the cigarette. Finally taking in a deep drag that he had been craving.

They drove the rest of the way in silence.

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Sam offered to go on with recovering the lost treasure the three of them had been hunting without Chloe. Chloe didn't object to Sam's suggestion as she had to find a mortuary to keep Nadine's body from decomposing, which would prove difficult.

No mortuary was willing to keep a foreign body that had been shot without informing the local authorities and the state of Chloe's current blood covered attire was of no assistance. Chloe eventually 'offered' some money and careful manipulation to keep Nadine's body without question. At least until she could find a way to move Nadine out of the country and back to South Africa and that too was going to be met with challenges.

Sam returned victorious within the next two days and at finding the state in which Chloe was in, Sam wondered if it was really a good idea to have left her. Chloe filled him in on Nadine's body the that she cleaned and 'lost' the borrowed vehicle and recovered their rental.

The money they'd gotten from the recovered treasure was worthless now that Nadine had died in process of getting it.

Keeping the mortuary owner quiet about Nadine's body was expensive, trying to find a way past the local authorities was expensive, staying at the local bed and breakfast was expensive, days spent wallowing away in a bar was expensive but the biggest expense was that of Chloe's heart. Her risky decision cost her the love of her life. Sleeping was what Chloe found the hardest to do. Her subconscious transported her to a place where Nadine existed in all her love and strength, only for Chloe to wake up hours later to an empty bed, a headache and no fresh cup of coffee by her bedside table. If it's one thing Nadine always did, it was to make Chloe coffee or rooibos tea every morning without fail. Sometimes it would come with a rusk if they were home at their apartment, Buttermilk Rusks. Nadine's clothes were still neatly packed in her bag and Chloe found herself picking up her curly dark hair everywhere, their apartment would no doubt hold the same.

Sam woke Chloe up one afternoon after another heavy night of drinking. Chloe yelled at him for not knocking but he had expressed his concern when she didn't answer her phone. The solution to the reason why that had happened would be in the remains of said cellphone, lying on the floor by the far wall. Chloe broke her phone regularly so it wasn't something new but what she kept from Sam was that it had been a result of listening to an old voice mail that Nadine had left her. In a fit of anger, she'd ended up throwing it against the wall. At that point Sam sat himself down on the bed and had a discussion with Chloe. He didn't claim to understand how she felt or give her advice that it'd pass, this was information that Chloe already knew. He simply asked that in honour of Nadine, they work together to get her body out of the country first and that Nadine would have wanted for Chloe to carry that out for her. All her blame, grief and anger would be welcomed later on. Chloe agreed knowing Nadine wouldn't want her to self destruct.

It'd take another two months of trying to find a way to get Nadine's body out of the country. Help came in the form of Victor Sullivan and his plane. He wasn't thrilled about having a dead body on his plane but Chloe offered him Nadine's share of their takings. As much of a swindler that Victor was, he couldn't accept the money. He just asked that the fuel expenses be covered for the trips he'd take to get their location, South Africa and back home. Chloe and Sam agreed.

Once in South Africa, more palms had be greased in order for Nadine to get a death certificate, which stated that she'd died from Hypovolemic shock only, and cremation in accordance with her will. Chloe was lucky enough that Nadine's remaining family knew how dangerous their line of work was so she was able to walk around a few suspicious questions at Nadine's memorial. Nadine's ashes were handed over to Chloe to release at the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, in the early hours of the morning.

Present Day

"Hey Chloe, they're going to open up for the public in 10. You might want to- you know." Sam suggested Chloe nodded, running her right hand with the ring she had planned to give Nadine, over the temporary container and lifting the lid. She saw the same dark grey she'd seen for the four days since receiving Nadine's ashes. That was all that was left of her and now, she was to let her go and get carried off by the Cape winds as Nadine's will requested. The container was slowly tipped over and the ashes of Chloe's love, her darling, her china, were carried off by the wind. Chloe watched as they climbed high in a current of dust.

Tears escaped Chloe's eyes at the sight "I love you Nadine and - I'm so sorry." At that last bit of her farewell, some of Nadine's ashes were carried into Chloe's face "Pff-pff...ewww gross Nadine." Sam laughed in the background "I don't think she accepted your apology Chloe." Chloe wiped the last of Nadine's ashes off her face and chuckled "Yeah, she was always such a stubborn dickhead."

~End~

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hakuyamazakisensei · 6 years

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52 Weeks of Sentence Prompts: Week Six; OkiSai Romance

This prompt was sent in anonymously. Word count is 2138. It is a continuation from Week 2. A big thanks goes out to @eheartangel for the beta read!! :)

To read it a AO3 (and to get a sneak peek at next week’s prompt) click HERE.

Souji returned to the small private waiting room only to find Kondo’s seat empty. He scanned the room and spotted him in a quiet corner, speaking with the surgeon who had performed Saito’s operation. He made a move toward them, determined to hear what was being said, but Hijikata stepped in front of him and shook his head.

“Get out of my way,” Souji hissed, taking a step around Hijikata.

“Kondo-san asked us to wait here.”

Souji’s entire body tensed and he flicked his eyes to Kondo once more. At that moment, Kondo looked his way and beckoned him over with a worried frown. Souji moved toward him at once, tossing a smirk over his shoulder at Hijikata, who stood in stony silence with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Souji, how did he look?” Kondo asked the moment he reached his side.

“If I didn’t know better, I would have just thought he was sleeping.”

“Well, that’s good, right? It means he’s getting the rest he needs.”

Kondo’s hopeful tone checked any further comment Souji planned to make. Instead he nodded and smiled.

“So, Doc...you were telling Kondo-san about Hajime?” Souji prompted the surgeon.

The doctor, who had stopped speaking when Souji joined them, looked to Kondo.

“I’ll catch him up on what’s already been said. Please continue,” Kondo told him.

“Of course. Well, as I said, we’ve managed to stop the bleeding and his surgery was a success, but he isn’t out of the woods yet. Our biggest cause for concern is infection. Once he gets past these critical hours, there will be other hurdles; it will take time to heal. There will be physical therapy. He may need to speak with a psychiatrist or join a support group. Trauma of this magnitude can affect a person’s mental well-being just as strongly as the physical.”

Souji wanted to tell the man that he didn’t know Hajime; and that if he did need support of any kind, he had it already. But Kondo’s hand on his shoulder stilled his tongue.

“Thank you, Doctor. We will be sure to keep that in mind.”

The doctor nodded to Kondo, slid his gaze briefly to Souji and then took his leave. Kondo watched him go, and then turned to Souji with a slight smile.

“Let’s join the others,” he said, throwing an arm across the younger man’s shoulder.

As they drew closer to the group, everyone got to their feet and circled around Kondo, waiting to hear anything that would give them hope.

“The doctor gave as good a prognosis as he could, considering the extent of Hajime-kun’s injuries,” Kondo began, taking time to look each person in the eye. “That being said, his injuries are...severe. His ankle was crushed —broken in three places— and he has a compound fracture of his left leg. He dislocated his shoulder and has second-degree skin abrasions to that shoulder and his back. He has a concussion. His spleen ruptured.”

Kondo raised his hand as different voices rose with questions or concerned comments.

“He’s stable now, and they’ve stopped the bleeding. They’ve done all they can. The doctors think that, because Saito-kun was in peak physical condition, he has a better chance than most, but they worry about infection.”

“Do we know how this happened? Was Saito targeted?” Harada asked.

He stood behind Chizuru with a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, worry evident in her eyes, but his attention was on Kondo and Hijikata.

“Not here! We’ll talk about that at HQ,” Hijikata said abruptly. “Right now, Saito’s safety is our number one priority. Someone stays here until we get the bastard that did this. The rest of us are out in the field.”

“I’m staying,” Souji said immediately, his piercing gaze daring Hijikata to contradict him. To his surprise, Hijikata only nodded before he turned his attention to the others.

Kondo placed a hand on Souji’s shoulder and led him a few steps away before speaking.

“I know I can count on you to keep Saito-kun safe, Souji. We still don’t know if he was targeted or just in the wrong place at the wrong time, so be careful...and take care of yourself, too. No unnecessary risks, understood?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Kondo-san.”

“I have all the faith in the world in you, Souji,” Kondo said with a smile.

She squeezed Souji’s shoulder and excused himself, rejoining the group. Souji stared after him for a moment and then made his way back to Saito’s room, quietly pushing open the door and slipping inside. He assumed Kondo-san had dealt with the hospitals rules on visitation, and if not, would do so before leaving. Though, to be honest, Souji didn’t care. He was staying with Hajime whether they approved it or not.

He looked around the room and found a swivel stood tucked under the open counter. He rolled it over to Hajime’s bedside, sat down, and studied the younger man in silence before pulling out his cellphone. He typed a quick message and pressed send, and then slid the phone into his back pocket again. There was nothing left to do now but wait —wait for Hajime to wake up, and wait for a reply to his text.

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Saito’s first thought as he came to was that he felt....heavy, as if his veins were filled with cement instead of blood. But in the next instant, any thought at all fled from him as near-unbearable pain wracked his body and flooded his senses.

He struggled to open his eyes, or to call out...anything. He heard Souji speaking; he recognized his voice at once. It sounded distant, and Saito attempted to call out to him. A stranger’s voice —a female— sounded next to him and a hand touched his wrist. Saitō felt numbness creep through his entire body, sending the pain far away, relieving him of the agony that had encompassed him.

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Souji called for the nurse the moment he heard the first low moan from Hajime. She arrived quickly and checked him over before administering his pain meds directly into his IV. He was out again in no time, and Souji resumed his vigil, watching Hajime’s chest rise and fall. Throughout the day, the same process was repeated three times; Saito would wake —never quite regaining full awareness— and Souji would call a nurse, who would then send the patient under once again. Souji checked his phone multiple times, waiting for a response to his text and when it finally came, he relaxed the slightest bit. Sannan was on his way.

Thirty minutes later, Kondo stopped by to relieve Souji, suggesting the younger man go home for a while or at least grab something to eat and some fresh air. Souji refused.

“I can eat here, Kondo-san. I want to be here when Hajime really wakes.”

“I know, and I understand. Just remember not to overdo it, Souji. We need you here and healthy.”

Kondo looked down at the sleeping form of Saito.

“We need you healthy, too, young man,” he said, squeezing Saito’s hand.

He straightened and made his way to the door, nearly bumping into Sannan as he entered the room.

“Sannan-kun!”

“Okita-kun messaged and requested I look at Saito-kun.”

Kondo raised a brow and then chuckled.

“Well, of course! Souji doesn’t trust just anybody, does he?” He turned his smile to Souji and then clapped Sannan lightly on the back. “Well, you take care of my boys. I know I’m leaving them both in good hands.”

Sannan gave Kondo a small smile and then moved across the room to the foot of Saito’s bed, flipping through the chart that hung there. Kondo shook his head, and left the room while Souji watched Sannan closely. He placed the chart back and moved to the side, reaching down to look under Saito’s eyelids.

“They have him pretty heavily sedated,” Sannan murmured.

“He wakes in a shitload of pain. Is it too much?”

“Not from what I’ve read on the chart; it’s a typical dosage. Saito-kun wouldn’t be pleased, however. He doesn’t care for medication. I believe I will request for him to have self-administered medications, instead.”

“He can’t administer anything yet, Sannan-san. Wouldn’t it be better to wait?”

“Not at all. Until Saito-kun can administer the medication himself, one of us will do it for him. That way, we can ensure he gets the proper dosage each time. There a cap-off limit, so we can’t over dose. It will also cut down on any possibility of someone getting to him through his medications.”

“Makes sense,” Souji said, understanding dawning immediately. “You’ll have that set up before you leave?”

“Yes. I will also arrange for Todo-kun to stand guard at the door tonight.” Sannan raised his hand when Souji started to object. “You will need to sleep at some point, even if you stay. Todo-kun will be an added precaution.”

Souji reluctantly agreed, and Sannan left to take care of both items. Souji moved back to his stool beside the bed and waited. It was nearly thirty minutes before Sannan returned, tight-lipped with anger, a very nervous nurse on his heels. Sannan waved her toward the bed and Souji moved out of the way as she prepped Saito.

“They give you a hard time?” he asked Sannan quietly, eyebrow arched.

“They made an attempt,” Sannan replied, never taking his eyes off the nurse.

Souji chuckled, trying to imagine how that went down. Sannan wasn’t one to be argued with.

“There we are, Sannan-sensei. Would you like me to explain how to....”

“That will not be necessary, thank you. You may go,” Sannan interrupted and the nurse swiftly left the room.

He took several minutes to explain to Souji how the self-medication worked, how often he should be medicated, and how many pumps were suggested. Souji listened closely, even when Sannan repeated his instructions a second time and then challenged Souji to repeat it back. Satisfied when Souji was able to do so, Sannan took his leave, stating that Todo-kun would arrive before dark.

Saito slept through the remainder of the afternoon, even when Heisuke popped his head in to let Souji know he had arrived and chatted much more loudly than Souji thought he should have. It wasn’t until darkness had completely fallen that the indigo haired man slowly opened his eyes for the first time since his surgery.

At first, everything was a blur; pinpricks of light and shadow that had no substance. His body thrummed with a dull but constant pain. He tried to swallow, but his through felt so dry. Was he alone? Where was he? Why was it so hard to...think?

“Hajime-kun,” Souji murmured, his face coming into focus above Saito.

Saito tried to reply, but only managed a low moan.

“Thirsty?” Souji asked, and then carefully slid his hand behind Saito’s head and lifted it. He brought a cup to Saito’s lips and let him take a couple of small sips before settling him back on the pillow.

Souji sat on the stool and rolled as close to the bed as he could get. Saito glanced at him from the corner of his eye and sighed. He felt so tired. And the pain —where was it even coming from?— was staring to worsen.

“If you’re hurting, you only have to squeeze the button in your hand.”

“No,” Saito said in a hoarse whisper.

“Hnh, why not?”

“It...fogs my mind.”

“It makes you rest,” Souji argued, standing up and leaning over Saito. “Maybe that’s because you need to rest, ne, Hajime-kun?”

“No. I need...to think. What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I don’t think...” Saito stopped and furrowed his brow. “I was...on my bike?”

“Yes, and then?” Souji asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle it.

Saito closed his eyes and tried to remember. It hurt to think so much —to strain his mind so hard— but he wanted to remember.

“Hajime-kun,” Souji called quietly.

Saito opened his eyes and tried to look at him through the now-blinding pain.

“Do you remember what you always tell me when I’m being stubborn?” Souji continued, placing his hand over Saito’s. He felt the PCA pump and moved Saito’s finger over the button.

“W-what are you doing?”

“You always say ‘Asking for help doesn’t make you weak’, remember? Well, this medicine is your help. It isn’t a weakness to use it.”

Souji pressed the plunger once and Saito blinked.

“Souji...”

“Don’t worry. Sannan-san had them set the dosage up in three shots. You can’t over-medicate.”

He pressed the plunger again. Saito looked into his eyes, his own already clouding over. Souji pressed the plunger for the final dose.

“Get some rest, Hajime-kun,” he whispered. Saito closed his eyes and obeyed.

#52 weeks sentence prompts #week six #OkiSai #Okita Souji #Saito Hajime #hijikata toshizo #Kondo Isami

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sambukasam · 7 years

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Caught

Summary: Dean walks in on you and Sam

Request: Anonymous: Could you make a smut between the reader and Sam. Daddy kink. and have them be caught in the act by dean and dean teases them about it?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, riding, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, spanking, reader has a mild pain kink, suit!kink i guess??

Word Count: 3505

A/N: sorry for being ia (and the disgustingly generic fic name)! dear anon, i hope this is okay for you!! im counting it as r (riding) for the abcs because ive been severely slacking on that front

ABC’s of Sex Masterlist ↔︎ Normal Masterlist

Sam looked damn good in anything he wore.

But there was just something about him in a suit that got you going like nothing else could. Maybe it was the way the suit made him seem even more powerful than he already was, maybe it carried an aura of confidence, of dominance.

Whatever it was, the sight of Sam shrugging into the blazer jacket had your breath catching in your throat from where you were sitting at the library table. His eyes shot over to you and he smirked, already knowing how much you loved him in his suits.

"Dean and I are going down to the police station. Think you can stay away from your pussy for an hour?"

Your eyes widened at how brazenly he used the crude word outside of the bedroom, where Dean could walk by and hear at any time. They also widened because of the heady combination of his suit, his words, his face, him.

If he thought he could get you worked up and not face any retaliation, he was wrong. You put the book you were reading face down on the table and stood up, walking over to him. You leaned up to kiss his jaw before brushing past him and going into the hall, pausing to look over your shoulder at him and to say "I'll try my best, Daddy."

You saw his jaw set and his eyes narrow before you practically ran off to your room, not wanting to be stuck near the stifling sexual tension anymore. You knew that there would be consequences for you calling him that, that one of his rules was to not call him that outside of the bedroom. Another was that you were not allowed to get him worked up in public, so you were pretty much on a roll at that point.

You had to find something to busy yourself with while you waited for Sam to get back, something that would distract you from touching yourself; because if he found out you got off while he was gone he wouldn't be very forgiving. And he always found out.

Occasionally you'd risk it, but you decided you were treading on thin ice already, and if you pushed him too far the punishment would be real, not the fun spanking you were desperately hoping you'd get when he got back.

You stopped your thinking to look at the room, noticing the state of it. You guys had been ghosting in and out of the bunker for the past few weeks and you never really had the chance to take into account how messy you and Sam's room had become.

Cleaning seemed like the best thing to do while you waited because it kept your hands busy, and judging by the clutter of the room, it was going to take a while.

What cleaning didn't keep busy was your mind, however, and you spent the next hour thinking of all the things you wanted Sam to do to you when he got back, hopefully all while he was still in that suit.

The time went by in a blur, and by the time Sam strolled into the room the place was spotless and your panties were soaked.

He leaned against the door frame and folded his arms, the image of peace and composure if it wasn't for the pure, unadulterated lust that was clearly brewing in his eyes. He cleared his throat and you dropped the last dirty shirt into the hamper before daring to speak.

"How'd it go?"

"It was a shifter. It jumped Dean on the way back to the car, we dealt with it. He's in the shower," he said softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Now, onto the more important question. Were you a good girl while Daddy was gone?"

You nodded and swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth dry up. You shifted on your feet as he casually rolled the sleeves of his jacket and shirt up, and bit your lip as his strong forearms were exposed.

"Use your words, Babygirl," he prompted.

"Yes, I was, Daddy. I didn't touch myself at all," you grinned, leaving the hamper's side and sidling up to him.

You saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat after you called him Daddy. "Bet you're soaked," he commented, and you could tell he had fully sunk into his bedroom role. "Maybe if you didn't break two of my rules earlier, I might have considered letting you come."

Your eyes automatically slid down to his crotch, where the outline of his hard cock was clear against the material of his trousers. You felt your cunt throb in anticipation, and when you looked back up at his face, he was grinning. You could practically hear the cogs whirring away in his brain as he planned what he was going to do to you.

He pushed off of the door frame and ambled over to the bed, shoulders relaxed as he made his way past you. He dropped heavily on the foot of it and patted his lap. He didn't need to say anything, you knew what it meant.

You tried not to smirk as you walked over to him and bent over his lap. You weren't sure which one of you enjoyed spanking more, you or Sam. He loved the power it gave him, and how you trusted him to never go too far. There was also the added bonus of you squirming every time you sat down with his handprint on your ass for weeks afterwards. He was never gentle, he made sure you felt every inch of his hands when he struck your skin.

You loved how teasing it was, how his hands were so close to your pussy. Sometimes his fingers would run along your slit, but he never dipped them in, always keeping up the pretence of it being a punishment. You were a sucker for the pain and how it morphed into pleasure.

He hiked your dress over your hips, leaving your panty-clad ass propped out for him. You wiggled your hips a bit to get more comfortable, and he put a hand on the small of your back to keep you from squirming any more.

"Hm, I wonder how many spanks it'll take for you to finally learn that teasing me doesn't end well for you?" He mused. His big hands kneaded your ass, slipping under the barrier of your panties and slowly pulling your cheeks apart before squishing them back together.

"As many as you think I deserve," you said dutifully.

"Now, I'm at an impasse," he said conversationally. "Obviously, spanking seems like the obvious punishment route. But the more I hit you, the more you get off. Five sounds like a good number, doesn't it?"

You gritted your teeth together, and you knew he was enjoying this immensely. You could take well over fifty, and he was only giving you five? "Yes, Daddy."

"This way, you'll be wanting more of something that you won't be getting. This is a great lesson in humility," he continued.

You dropped your head between your shoulders and decided to avoid making a snarky comment to egg him on, knowing when he was in one of those teasing moods he could be mean.

His hands withdrew from your panties, and he pulled them down just under the twin globes of your butt to keep them out of the way. His hand cracked down harshly suddenly, and you yelped while he rubbed over the mark gently in an effort to calm the pain.

Of course, that soothing sensation went out the window as soon as he pinched the spot that was no doubt a dark red colour already. "Don't forget to count," he said in a sing-song voice. Bastard, you thought to yourself.

"One, sorry Daddy."

Your skin was already throbbing slightly from just the one hit, and you couldn't wait to see what it would look like when he was finished with you, even if it was only five spanks. You knew he'd make them count.

The next time his hand came down, it was on the other cheek, his hands immediately grabbing and squeezing the skin he had just hit. You hissed through your teeth, this had been a little harsher than the first swat. "Two." Your pussy twitched with interest and there was no doubt that you were completely soaked down there.

"Good girl," he praised, and he dipped one of his fingers down to run it through your folds. You whined when his fingertip bumped against your needy clit before quickly retracting.

He spanked you twice in quick succession, and you started buck your hips to attempt to get a bit more pressure on your clit. "Four," you grunted.

"Ah ah," he chastised, grabbing your hips in an inescapable hold. You hissed as the cold air of the room rushed to your ass, which felt as hot as a stove top to you at the moment. You figured the throbbing on your right cheek was in the shape of his hand, which was really fucking hot and you couldn't wait to see it when you guys were finished. "One left, you can stay still or I can make you," he warned.

You stilled immediately, not wanting him to tie you up today. You preferred having your hands free to roam across the broad expanse of his back, to card through his hair and to tug at it when he hit the right spot.

He patted your thigh in what was probably supposed to be a comforting gesture, but to you, all it did was set your nerves on fire in anticipation. He parted your thighs with one of his hands and slipped his palm down to your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly. "Fuck," you moaned out when you realized what was about to happen.

His hand pulled back, letting the air rush to your soaked folds before it landed a slightly softer blow to your cunt, hard enough to make you shake and tingle all over without causing any actual damage.

"Five," you sighed happily. You were positive you were dripping onto the floor at this point, you were that wet. There was a loud sucking noise, and when you looked up over your shoulder at him you saw that Sam had sucked his fingers that had just been running over your cunt into his mouth in an effort to taste you.

"Think you learned your lesson?" He asked when he was done cleaning his fingers off, pulling you up. You sat on his lap facing him, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders.

"For now," you hummed, grabbing his hands and leading them to the marked skin, sure that there would be bruises reminding you of this moment a week from now. You squeezed your hands around his, encouraging him to go back to gripping the skin like he had been earlier.

You winced at the pain but pushed down into his palms at the same time. Your pussy twitched, the pain sending sparks flying to it while your hands moved from his and to his face. You cupped his jaw, dragging his mouth to meet yours while he rocked your hips onto his.

"Please, Daddy," you whispered against his lips as your clit came into contact with his covered dick. You tugged on his tie to keep him close while his hands let go of you. He pulled your dress up over your head, flinging it in the general direction of the hamper.

"Lie on the bed," he said softly, giving you a firm slap on the ass as you crawled off of him. You sucked in a deep breath as you made your way to the pillows at the head, taking care to swivel your hips as you went.

You heard his clothes hit the floor behind you, and by the time you were settled he was naked, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach.

"Sam!" You let out a soft yell and laugh as he practically pounced on you, ripping your panties down and past your knees. You froze at the look on his face, knowing you fucked up. You barely acknowledged the dull of pain that was coming from your ass as it came into contact with the blanket, instead focusing on the irritated look he was shooting you.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I meant Daddy, I'm sorry!"

He grinned a dark smirk and leaned over you, his arms bracing around you to hold his weight off of you while he leaned his head down to right beside your ear. "By the time Daddy's done with you, your voice is gonna be hoarse from screaming."

You shivered at the promise, craving him to prove his words.

His big hands gripped your thighs and spread them before he lowered his body so that his face was right in front of your pussy. His breath fanned against you, and you tried to wiggle your cunt close enough for his mouth to actually touch it, but his grip on your legs was strong, and you could barely move an inch.

His eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of you before he let out a low, satisfied sound. When his eyes cracked open to look up at you, there was a teasing glint to them. He made no move to put his mouth on you, and you swore if he kept up the teasing you'd give him blue balls for a week.

"Please, just do something already," you begged.

"I am doing something," he said in a 'duh' tone. "I'm holding your thighs up."

You blinked, unimpressed.

"You're gonna have to be a bit more descriptive than that, princess. And don't forget the magic word."

"Daddy, could you please eat me out?" You asked in an innocent tone, down at him. The way he grinded down onto the bed at your blunt words wasn't lost on you. He finally pressed forwards, his lips pecking your clit slightly.

You could have jumped for joy at the relief of him finally touching you with his mouth, but his hands pinning you down slightly prohibited it. Instead, you settled on tangling your hands in his hair while a smile spread across your lips.

His tongue lapped at the wetness that was coating your cunt and the crease of your thighs before he nibbled the inside of your thigh playfully. You giggled a little at that before sighing contentedly when his tongue pushed into you.

The feeling of him spearing you open after you being so on edge for hours was incredible. He released his hold on your thighs in favour of bracing his forearm against the backs of your knees, holding your legs up while he had a hand free. His tongue slid out of you and was quickly replaced by one of his fingers.

"Daddy!" You cried out while his mouth sucked your clit in. He huffed out a laugh against your sensitive skin while his finger slowly stretched you open. He added a second finger, and you shivered at the stretch. He crooked them inside of you, easily meeting your G spot like it was second nature to him.

With each push and pull of his fingers, you felt yourself draw closer and closer to an orgasm. His tongue traced circles around your clit while he pulled his two fingers out completely before pushing three in. Your walls fluttered around them, gripping them tightly while they prepared you for his cock.

"Daddy, please can I come?" You begged, your fingers tugging his hair in a way that sent him bucking into the bed again.

"Hold it," he commanded before going back to work. His teeth nibbled your clit lightly, and you almost screamed at the feeling. He sucked it back into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, touching you everywhere all at once.

You tried your best to hold back, not wanting to come and ruin all of the fun, but it was damn near impossible with the way he was playing your body like an instrument.

When you were right on the verge of coming, not able to hold back any longer, he withdrew. His fingers left you feeling achingly empty, and your clit pulsed in the cold air.

"Good girls come on their Daddy's cocks," he chuckled. He lay down on his back beside you, and you turned your head to face him and gave him a confused look. "I want you to ride me," he explained, and you nodded before rolling over and onto him.

You sat on his cock, slowly grinding down on it and letting it slip in between your folds. You figured he deserved a bit of torture, after what he had put you through. You jumped when both of his hands slapped onto your ass, squeezing tightly and digging his nails into the reddened flesh.

"Stop teasing," he growled lowly.

You nodded and sat up to hover over his cock. He lined himself up for you, and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the head of his cock slip into you. He put both of his hands behind his head and shot a cheeky grin up at you. His muscles bulged at the angle, and you couldn't help but to reach out and wrap your hands around his biceps.

You sank down onto his cock as fast as you could, eager to have him fill you up. "Daaady," you drew out as his thick length split you open.

"I know, princess," he gritted out. His hands fell from where they were propping him up to rest on your waist, his fingers flexing as they dug into you. You swivelled your hips while you let yourself adjust to his huge shape.

He gave you a few moments to relax, and when he felt you begin to raise yourself up his grip followed you, slamming you down quickly.

"Fuck, Babygirl!" He growled while his dick twitched inside of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he guided you back up again, hugging him tightly.

You let him control the pace, eager to let him dominate you. His length was completely filling you up, touching you in places no one else could ever touch, pleasing you in ways no one else ever could.

"Daddy, please, I'm so close," you whined out, shuddering as his thumb stretched down to brush over your clit, rubbing circles. It was all so overwhelming. So much so, in fact, that it took your brain a few seconds to process the sound of the door clicking open.

It seemed that Sam noticed at the same time you did, and he rolled the pair of you over so that his body covered yours, blocking you from the intruder's line of sight while he pulled his cock out of you.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You squeaked in embarrassment at Dean's amused voice.

Your entire face was burning red as you buried it into Sam's shoulder, wanting to just curl up into a ball and disappear so that you wouldn't have to put up with the teasing Dean would obviously have no problem dishing out.

You could see Sam's eyes draining of lust fast, no doubt his brain was thinking similar thoughts like you were.

"Well, Daddy?" Dean asked with a serious face.

Sam sputtered indignantly over you, looking up over his shoulder and at Dean. "Get out, NOW!"

"You gonna go right back to nailing Y/N as soon as I leave?"

"No!" Sam exclaimed.

"We're gonna get dressed," you mumbled, peeking your head over Sam's shoulder. You decided that was a bad idea when you made eye contact with Dean. The annoying look was already written plain across his face, and you braced yourself for whatever stupid one-liner he was sure to come with.

"Alright, buckle bunny."

"Dean! Fuck off," Sam glowered.

Dean let out a small, self-satisfied chuckle before stepping back out into the hall and pulling the door shut after him.

Sam got up off of you instantly, sitting beside you. He offered you his hand and pulled you up into a sitting position beside him, running a hand through his hair before turning and shooting you a sheepish smile.

"Is he ever gonna let us live this down?" You asked, grinning without being able to help yourself.

"Doubt it," Sam shrugged, before getting up and digging through your drawers to find clothes for the pair of you.

When you guys walked into the kitchen Dean was waiting, propping himself up against the counter with a bottle of beer in one hand. "Hey cowgirl, daddy," he nodded at you both as he acknowledged your presence.

You groaned and threw the nearest thing to your hands at him, which happened to be a towel that barely sailed half the distance towards him.

"Oh, you have no idea how much fun I'm going to have with this," he chuckled.

#sam winchester smut #sam winchester x reader smut #sam winchester x reader #supernatural smut #sam winchester #sambukasams writing

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galadrieljones · 7 years

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Morrigan and Warden Matthew Cousland: excerpts

Snippets on the doomed love story of Morrigan and Matthew Cousland.

For @cristofalina who asked if I’d written anything about my Morrigan and Warden romance. These are all excerpts from my Solavellan work The Dead Season. Spoiler free, for all intents and purposes. <3

i. From Chapter 29: Soft, Softer, Softest

Morrigan watched from the altar, bait, it seemed. As she always had been. A tool, a pawn. When she was a child, she had liked to escape, take the shapes of crows and watch lovers kissing from the tops of high trees. She had been a romantic girl, and she liked lilies and those great big shells that you could hold at your ear to hear the sounds of the sea. Her favorite color had always been purple, like a heart, but darker, the color her fingers got when she'd go blackberry picking in the early morning sun. There was only one person she had ever told any of this, and he was dead now. But that is a story for another day.

ii. From Chapter 36: Hey, Morrigan. Spin me a tale.

“Mother?” said Kieran.

They were sitting in the back of a covered wagon, on their way to the Emprise du Lion. Morrigan was knitting by the light of an oil lamp. Kieran leaned against her, holding a red ball of yarn.

“Yes, Kieran.”

“Tell me a story,” he said.

Morrigan was knitting a pair of red gloves, for Solas. “What kind of story?” she said.

“One of your Well stories, please. One I have not heard before.”

It was chilly in the wagon. Morrigan reached across Kieran and pulled a wool blanket over them both. “Once upon a time,” she said, “there was an empress in search of a champion.”

"Is this about father?”

“No,” said Morrigan. “Tis a Well story, as requested. Your father was not the only champion in the world."

Kieran smiled. “You are right, mother. Of course. Please go on.”

iii. From Chapter 37: Entropy (edited for length and spoilers)

“Once, he feigned support for a wild merchant who was asking too much of the refugees in Lothering,” said Morrigan. “He pissed off a sister, and then, once she was gone, he killed that merchant for his hubris. He was a brash man in his prime. It could be unsettling, though I saw the soft of his heart. There were moments, of course. And he saw mine as well. His parents had both died in a single act of traitorous violence and he was pitched full force into the life of of an orphan, complete with both reluctant heroics and ample, daily risk. In the end, he was twenty-three years old and searching, desperately, for meaning. I suppose that, for a little while, I provided that for him.”

Sene and Morrigan were out in the courtyard, making their way through the clusters of people and the merchant carts. It was a colorful evening, with lanterns hanging from steel wires overhead. Sene had decided to take a break, with Morrigan, and somehow, they had gotten on the subject of Kieran’s father, Matthew Cousland—prodigal son of Highever, Hero of Ferelden, and the Gray Warden who, just ten years back, had sacrificed his life to saved the world.

“How old were you?” said Sene. She stopped at one of the merchant carts to put her hand on a large pumpkin.

“I was twenty-two,” said Morrigan. “My life, up until that point, had been a complicated task of balancing my mother’s treacherous demands with my desires to…experience the world without her.”

"The world is a different place than I thought it would be,” said Sene, thinking. “You say he was brash, your Matthew?”

A group of children rushed by. One of them was holding a small bell and rang it repeatedly, reminding Sene of Crestwood. The other was holding a red balloon and let it go into the air.

“He was a rich boy with a bandit’s heart,” said Morrigan. “He did not care for small talk. He was disarming, to say the least, a little like your Solas. Who he chose to comfort and who he chose to threaten could seem unpredictable to most. He’d cut down a priest to save a whore. Alistair, of course, found this distasteful. Matthew threatened his faithful Chantry charm. I, however, found it intriguing. One might think a veritable witch of the wilds has lived a life full of tales worth telling, but in reality, Sene, I was just like you: twenty-two years old, a book smart backwater girl with very little knowledge of the world outside my own narrow existence. I mean no offense, of course, Inquisitor, only that I understand what it is to be drawn to a man whose darkness makes you reexamine your own.”

“Darkness?” said Sene. She stopped to look at Morrigan. Morrigan wore high-heeled boots that day, which put the two of them almost eye-to-eye. “What do you mean?”

iv. From Chapter 38: Assassins

Suddenly, then, Mythal stood up and put the hair behind Morrigan’s ear. Like in a trance. Morrigan stumbled backward. “You are not him,” she said, more to herself than anything. “He is gone.”

“You still pine for him,” said Mythal. “Your Matthew?"

Morrigan stiffened up after this, like a tough, beautiful column. She became defensive. “And I suppose you're so different," she said. “At least the man I pine for is dead. I send my love into the void with no hope for its return. It is an act of coping. But the man you pine for is not dead. He just doesn’t want you. He wants someone else. This is not a game, Mythal.”

v. From Chapter 39: There Goes the Redhead

Solas turned his head, eyes narrowed. He was a big man there beside her. Bigger than Matthew had been in both stature and demeanor, but the two of them were such similar specimens with the heroics and the pride, that the more time she spent with Solas, the more she began to realize exactly what it was to deal with men of such considerable stoicism.

You mother them.

vi. From Chapter 42: When We Get Back to Skyhold, Pt. 2

Morrigan had only ever loved once, and it had not been for a very long time. She had been young, barely two years older than Sene when she became pregnant with Kieran and lost his father to what she now knew as the bullshit scourge of duty and sacrifice. How she hated it, and this was not the life she wanted. Matthew had been no god, but he was like Solas in that he had been similarly charming and territorial with Morrigan during their relationship, and as a clueless virgin to whom men had previously been a game of cat and mouse, she’d put up a marvelous front. She dealt with him and for a time even had him convinced that she was far more experienced and worldly than she actually was. She put him in his place. She had seen Sene “deal” with Solas in similar ways, and though they were her own, they were familiar. Sene was brash and honest where Morrigan had been measured and boastful, but it was all just a means of tricking arrogant men into showing their vulnerabilities.

vii. From Chapter 44: Dream Symbols

Sene looked up at the pretty insides of that willow tree. There were doves somewhere, mourning in time with the winter. “What was it like?” she said to Morrigan. “When you found out [you were pregnant]?”

“I did not find out until I was on my hands and knees, throwing up into a mass of blackberry bramble somewhere in the Exalted Planes,” said Morrigan. “Months along. Matthew was already gone.”

Sene swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“That is the past,” said Morrigan. “This is the present. Do not apologize for what has already come and gone.”

Morrigan and Kieran are central characters in The Dead Season.

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