#flatliners fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, talk of death, mention of the experiment from flatliners

I leaned against the door to the classroom as I watched Dr. Wolfson teach his class on clinical death. The information he was giving them seemed awfully familiar to the writings he’d shared with me of his own experiment decades ago. I raised an eyebrow at the group of five students who were rapidly taking notes. Everyone else was taking notes but not like these five. They were hanging on his every word. When wolfson looked up from the students, he smiled at me.

“if you’ll excuse me class.” He said as he walked over. He put a hand on my arm in greeting as he led me out into the hall. “What’s up?” Nelson asked. I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m not allowed to watch you teach?” I asked with a laugh. Nelson smiled wider and shrugged.

“I mean technically you should have enrolled in the class.” I laughed. “Seriously everything ok?”

“yeah. I overheard some of the kids mentioning that you were going to talk about clinical death.” I said, a knowing look on my face. Nelson looked sheepishly at me. I lowered my voice. “Nelson, you can’t tell them…”

“I know. I’m keeping it vague.” Nelson said. He rubbed my arm as he looked down. “I…yeah alright.” He sighed as he tapped his cane against the ground. “I’ll go over the repercussions too. Talk about what can happen if done wrong or, for lack of a better term, the side effects.” I reached out and put my hand on his waist, squeezing gently.

“thank you.” I said softly. “There’s five kids in there taking notes as if they’re the Ten Commandments. Be careful.” Nelson nodded before looking over his shoulder at the class.

“I’m sorry.” He said, more to the classroom than me. I cupped his cheek and turned his head back towards me. Leaning in, I kissed him gently. Nelson smiled into the kiss before breaking away. “And they’re looking. I won’t live this one down.” He laughed, backing away from me slowly.

“so what. They’ve done worse with each other.” I laughed. Nelson shook his head and went back into the classroom where the kids immediately started to make fun of him with kissy noises among other things.

“alright alright. Settle down. Dr. (Y/L/N) was just leaving.” Nelson looked at me with a smile, shaking his head at his students antics. “Alright now. Back to work.” I walked away as Nelson continued his lecture from where I had interrupted him. Later that night, Nelson and I were sitting in his townhouse after handing out candy all night.

“Nelson?” I asked, looking over at him as the last of the kids ran down the steps, two of them dressed as doctors. He hummed as he set up another movie for us to watch. “You know what they’re doing tonight don’t you?” I looked over at him with a worried look. Nelson sighed and came over to wrap his arms around me.

“yeah I do. Same shit I did in med school.” He nodded, resting his head against mine. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. “They’re smart kids though. I’m sure they’ll be ok.”

“like you were ok?” I asked, eyes flicking back to Nelson’s cane. He sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s just…” Nelson broke away and pulled me away from the door.

“I know. I’m worried about them too.” He admitted. “There isn’t anything I can do except report them. And then I’d feel responsible for putting the idea in their heads. Either way.”

“and reporting them would create a double standard since they aren’t doing anything their professors haven’t done.” I continued. Nelson nodded. “And if we showed up while they were doing it, we could scare them or shock them into something even more problematic than what they’re already doing.” I leaned my head on Nelson’s shoulder as we sat down on the couch.

“I’ll check in with them tomorrow. Make sure they are ok.” Nelson promised. “I think I know who is going under too. Which makes this so much worse.” He took off his glasses, running a hand down his face and staring at the ceiling. Sighing, we sat in silence while the movie played in the background. “I should never have done that myself.” I turned my head to look at him, reaching out and hugging his arm.

“at least you didn’t publish the paper.” I pointed out. Nelson nodded.

“they’d have step by step instructions then.” He agreed. Leaning my head down on his shoulder, I bit my lip. “I feel so helpless.”

“there isn’t anything you can do. Not right now.” I murmured. “Tomorrow, we’ll pull them aside. Tell them we know.”

“I…fuck I’d hate to do it…I can see if joe still has the tape.” I pulled back and stared at him. Nelson kept his gaze on the ceiling, biting his lip and trying not to look at me. “We don’t go over anything in it but it shows how…” he swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut. “How they nearly lost me.” I bit my lip and stared at my lap.

“you never told me that.” I whispered. Nelson nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me that?” I looked over at him to find him watching me, tears pricking my eyes.

“you know why.” He said as he reached over to wipe my cheeks. “You know exactly why.” Nelson leaned in to kiss me but I pulled back.

“Nelson.” I whispered, shaking my head. He nodded and held his arm out for me. I curled against him, ear pressed to his chest. His heart beat in my ear as I took deep breaths, realizing that there was more to his little excitement than he had let on.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Nelson said as he kissed my head. “You don’t have to watch the tape. I’ll do it on my own.” I squeezed him tightly.

“thank you.” I whispered. Nelson nodded and the doorbell rang. Nelson got up, gently prying me from him.

“I got it.” He whispered, kissing me gently. I nodded as he answered the door and handed out the candy. “Come here.” He murmured as he went to sit back down. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.” I nodded as I curled into him. We sat in silence for a bit. “What time does trick or treating end?” I pulled Nelson’s arm towards me so I can check his watch. He started to chuckle and smiled at me. “I think it’s time for you to get a watch. Or start carrying your phone around with you like everyone else.” I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed.

“as if that’s what you do.” Nelson scoffed at me in return and waited while I checked his watch. “It ended half an hour ago.” I said, letting his hand drop. Nelson nodded, gently pushing me off him so he could turn the light off and grabbed the candy bowl.

“want some?” He asked as he held it out to me. I nodded and grabbed some. Nelson sat down next to me and put the bowl between us. “So tomorrow we’ll confront them and if they refuse to stop then I show them the video after you leave.” I nodded.

“sounds like a plan.” I dug into the bowl a bit more to grab some of the good stuff. “And thank you. For not making me…” I trailed off as I stared at the candy in my hands. Shaking my head, I looked up at Nelson again. “Thank you.” Nelson nodded and leaned across the bowl to kiss me.

“of course.” He said, cupping my cheek. Leaning his forehead against mine, Nelson rubbed my cheek. “Happy Halloween.” He smiled softly at me.

“happy Halloween Nelson.” I smiled back at him.

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Lord Death Man pt 2 (Tim Drake and Damian Wayne)

Damian Wayne stares at Lord Death Man. Lord Death Man stares back at him. Damian pulls his sword out of the sheath.

Damian: How you been... Larry?

LDM: Not bad, your older siblings have gotten stronger since we last met.

Damian: You pointed out Grayson's eye mask?

LDM: Yes.

Damian, chuckles: That is his trigger let me tell ya. Orphan told me she shot you in after Hood shot you as well.

LDM: That happened as well. I'm not here to harm you, just wondering when my nemesis will be back?

Damian looks at his phone for the text from Stephanie.

Damian: He's going to be trapped in the phantom zone for another week.

LDM: All right I'll take my leave then.

Damian, puts his sword back in the sheath.

Damian: Smart man, tell Flatline I said hello.

LDM: Haven't gotten used that yet, but okay. Farewell.

LDM runs out of a closed window, breaking the glass as he slams into the ground.

Damian: You could've used the door, but second story floor works too.

Damian sighs, dialing his father's number.

Damian: Father when are you going to be back from your anniversary trip with Kyle?

Bruce, on the phone: Is he still searching for me?

Damian, annoyed: Yes, but I said you'd be in the phantom zone for another week.

Bruce: A week then.

Bruce ends the call.

Damian: God dang it, father.

...

Red Robin and Bernard are getting coffee together when Bernard spots Lord Death Man.

Bernard: There's a man with a skull head like a few feet away from us.

Red Robin: Oh this is not my day. Go the other way.

The two attempt to walk down the opposite street, but LDM runs over to them. Bernard startled that the man's head is a real skull, nearly screams.

Red Robin: Yeah, it's a shocker to see up close.

Bernard: How are you alive?!

LDM: Because I am lord death man and I am deathless!

Bernard: That's not his real name is it?

Red Robin: Apparently it's also Larry, but Spoiler calls him Skeletor.

LDM: Hey, I don't sound like him!

Bernard: You're right, your voice is worse.

LDM: I have no time for you, Robin, I need to fight Batman he is my nemesis!

Red Robin: How do you talk like that and not want to punch yourself in the throat.

Bernard: Does he even have a throat?

Red Robin: Do you?

LDM: Y- yes! Now take me to my nemesis or I will harm this friend of yours.

Bernard: If you touch me I'm legally allowed to kick you in the balls you might have.

LDM: Fool, I feel no pain-

Bernard nods and kicks the man in the crotch and he does fall to the ground in pain. Red Robin kisses Bernard on the cheek.

RR: Childish, but I would've done the same thing.

Bernard: That's why I love you.

RR: Oh my god you're so cute, we can go, he's not getting up for a while after that.

Red Robin and Bernard step on the man as they walk past him.

Pt. 2

[trash-gobby]

Ultimate Masterlist

Here is where you will find all the stories I've written along with each fandom as a header. If there are any new or old stories they can be found here. The old inventory system I had is dead. This will be the home of all content I've written or created from now on.

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

Leslie Vernon X GN!S/O who’s Jealous of Taylor

🎄🩸 Black Christmas 🩸🎄

Billy Lenz X Short Gothic GN! S/O

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Billy Lenz X GN!S/O - Who Hides Gifts Around The House For Him To Find!

Jess Bradford - Fluffy Dating Headcanons w/ Trans Masc!S/O

🚶The Boy 🚶

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P1

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P2

Dating Brahms Headcanons (Possessive Brahms)

Brahms X GN!Reader - Trying to Leave The House 🔞

🚀 Farscape 🚀

Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

🪱 The Faculty 🪱

Zeke Tyler Dating Headcanons

🚑 Flatliners 🚑

Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

🐺 Ginger Snaps 🐺

Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons 👋

🎃 Halloween 🎃

Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

🔥 Hellboy 🔥

Poly!Hellboy & Liz Sherman X GN!Reader Headcanons

A Long Hard Day

Nuada X Agent!Reader Headcanons

⛓️ Hellraiser ⛓️

Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

💄Jennifer's Body 💄

Jennifer Check X Male!Reader

🦇🩸Lost Boys 🩸🦇

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1, Chpt. 2

When did Max get Thorn???

David - General Headcanons

David - Fluff Alphabet

Dwayne - Headcanons

Dwayne - Fluff Alphabet

Laddie - Headcanons

Marko - Headcanons

Paul - Headcanons

Descending Angel - part one, part two

♊ Malignant ♊

Gabriel May X GN!S/O - Who Writes Him Gothic Love Poems

🥀⚰️ Mortuary ⚰️🥀

Flowers For a Grave - Paul Andrews X Fem!Reader

❣️My Bloody Valentine ❣️

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Harry Warden W/ Pregnant S/O

🦇🕶️ Near Dark 🕶️🦇

Severen Van Sickle X Pinup!Reader

Severen Van Sickle NSFW Alphabet🔞

👹 Nightbreed 👹

Dr. Decker X POC Plus Size!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader - Darkness Is A Stitch Away

📸 🔪 Scream 🔪 📸

Billy Loomis X Fem!Reader - Comforting her after losing someone close to her

Poly!Ghostface Finding Out Their Girlfriend is Pregnant

🚲 Stranger Things 🚲

Wipe Out

Eddie Munson - Fluff Alphabet

🥩🪝 Texas Chainsaw Massacre 🪝🥩

Christmas dinner with the Sawyer's

🌌 The Thing 🌌

R.J. MacReady NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Assimilation - Palmer X GN!Reader

Palmer - Headcanons

Science Fiction

👽💅 Earth Girls Are Easy 💅👽

Mac - Fluffy Dating Headcanons

🦖 Jurassic Park 🦖

Dating Ian Malcolm Would Include

🌠 Star Wars: The Old Republic 🌠

Two Bounty Hunters Walk Into a Guild Meeting

Superhero

☔ Umbrella Academy ☔

Luther Hargreeves X Fem!Reader - NSFW & Dating Headcanons 🔞

Fantasy

✨ Legend ✨

Wicked Game 🔞

🌊 Legend of Korra 🌊

Korra Dating Kuvira's Sibling Headcanon's

[ithinkyourheartissexy]

Have you ever thought about how sexy this man would look if he had acted in a movie like Flatliners? His neck arching with every defibrillation, his tattoos, his Adam's apple, someone's hand checking his pulse, chest compressions again, his lips parted, his hair messy. Jesus, imagine him acting in that movie.

Clear!

ugh. 🥴

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic - Chapter 11

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Word Count: 1,147

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 3 - Chapter 11

Jon mucked up the last of the manure into the wheelbarrow, his strength had increased in the last three weeks he had been joining Damian in his chores. He refused to think of it as blackmail enforced labor and thought of it as helping, he was after all staying at his house for free. He stopped to rest against the shovel, his eyes catching on the only other human in the room. Damian joined him every morning, wearing the same type of hoodie and shorts he always did, that he was always able to keep pristine due to the fact that he never lifted a finger. He lounged on the bench located near the exit, his back resting against the saddle he used on Lady, engrossed in his phone. That in itself was strange, mainly because he couldn’t hear the sounds of the Cheese Viking’s game he was obsessed with. Not once had he commented on how slow Jon was, or what he was doing wrong, or that he should smile and think of the chores as training, that it built character. Damian sometimes sounded like an old man. Instead, he smiled and snorted at whatever or more likely whoever he was distracted with. “Should I take this to the compost bin?” A stupid question, he had been taking the manure to the compost bin every morning. Instead of Damian giving him a response, Alfred the cat meowed at him from atop a barrel. Jon had found out no less than ten cats lived in or around the manor, though he only ever saw one or two at a time. He hadn’t met all of them and just knew of them because Dick liked to talk. The orange cat, Ginger, tended to stalk the halls indoors while Alfred liked to mysteriously pop up, much like his namesake. Jon let the shovel fall noisily to the ground. “Oops.” Jon said carelessly. He ignored Damian’s glare, lifted the wheelbarrow by the handles and rolled it out of the barn towards the compost area. He could hear Damian follow him silently. He tipped the contents into the bin, when done he walked back into the barn to sit on the wooden bench. He took off the rubber work boots that he had been provided, for his chores, and replaced them with the ratty sneakers he wore to go on runs with Damian. When he stepped out he saw Damian leaning against the post of the corral’s exit, still on his phone. Jon frowned at the sight. He approached casually, his hands in the front pocket of his own hoodie. “All done.” Jon shrugged. Damian hummed and nodded in response. “So, are we going on a run or…” Jon huffed, waving his hand towards the offending phone, “you too busy?” Damian looked up at him through long black lashes, his green eyes looking a bit lighter in the morning sun. “Tt, it took you long enough.” “Well, if I had help, it would be much quicker!” “Didn’t you live in a farm or something, Corncob?” “No, I help at my Maw and Paw’s farm.” “Then why are you so slow?” Damian started stretching. “What had so much of you attention, anyways?” Jon pictured white hair and a black cardigan. Damian raised an eyebrow and bent at the waist to touch his toes. “I mean you normally talk to me, but you might as well not have been here today.” Jon huffed. “Aw, lonely?” Jon sputtered a denial, his cheeks warming up. Damian smirked and ran off leaving Jon to catch up.

The rest of the day had been uneventful. The only highlight of the day was meeting Jay at Journalism club during lunch, they had type up some of the article they were writing together and promised to meet up again after baseball practice to finish up. Jon stood stretching his legs out after the brutal run Coach put the whole team through, daydreaming about asking Jay out to eat somewhere, when his absent gaze caught the color white. He stopped short narrowing his eyes at the girl sitting under the shade of an old tree next to the bleachers. She was focused on her phone, one foot crossed over the other, back against the tree. Jon wandered over to get a closer look, his water bottle conveniently in the same direction. She was wearing a white crop top, which was seemed to be against school dress code, a black bomber jacket, black ripped skinny jeans and white high tops. The girl seemed to like to match. “Jon.” Damian’s voice startled him, nearly making him drop his water bottle. “What?” Jon whipped around to face him, slightly embarrassed at being caught. “I’ve been looking for you since lunch.” Damian put a hand on his hip, a frown on his face. “Oh sorry I was doing something for journalism.” Jon said. “I wont be home for dinner,” he lowered his voice, “Could you please make sure Bat-cow and Lady are in the barn and lock it up for me?” “Where are you going?” Jon tried not to look in the direction of Damian’s possible girlfriend. “Tt. It’s not really something I need to report to you,” Damian lifted a finger to stop Jon from arguing, “but, since you will be doing this favor for me…I’m going out with Colin and -“ “Damian!” The girl at the tree walked up to them, “are you done with practice yet?” Jon felt instantly annoyed at being interrupted, but he watched the tall girl stop a bit too close to Damian. “Yes, I just need to change.” Damian told her, then turned to Jon, “So, will you?” “Hi, I’m Jon!” Jon abruptly turned to girl, smiling the bright smile everyone seemed to like and extending his hand for her to shake. “Hi, I’m Nika.” She smiled back shaking his hand. “Jon-“ Damian bristled beside him. “Did you just transfer or…?” Jon kept smiling, ignoring Damian. “No, just visiting Gotham.” Nika said. “Oh? For how long?” Jon feigned curiosity. “For a bit,” Nika smirked, “Damian’s been making it a blast.” “Jon-“ Damian tried again. “He’s showing me around town again tonight.” Nika purred grabbing Damian’s hand. Jon stared at their hands, at their intertwined fingers, for some reason his heart squeezed. He then snapped his head up, his smile much more forced. “I gotta go, it was nice meeting you!” Jon turned, quickly walking away. “Jon-“ Damian caught up with him, he was headed in the same direction after all. “Yes!” Jon continued walking, “I’ll make sure the girls are safe and sound, go have fun with your girlfriend!” Damian stopped walking beside him. All he heard from him was a disgruntled “tt.” Jon ignored it, he did not look back. All he wanted top do was shower and leave. He couldn’t wait to hangout with Jay.

Not sure about this chapter but get ready for a bit of angst in the next one. Medical drama!

[kalevalakryze]

Firebird

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew 2.0,  Warnings: Major Character Injury, Near Death Experiences, Explosions Notes: For Whumptober Day  16 and @sabineweek Day 2 Prompts: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” | Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” + Icarus Word Count: 3,571 AO3 Link: Here!

“Sabine, they’ve got TIE’s taking off.” Ezra’s voice rushed over comms, voice strained from exertion from whatever fight he’d gotten himself into.

“Copy that, do we have eyes on which shuttle is carrying the Lieutenant?” The Mandalorian dropped her rangefinder and rose her eyes to the sky, boot pressed firmly against an incapacitated trooper’s throat where she’d engaged on the rooftops. 

“It will be the one with a burn across the third quadrant of its left wing.” Shin followed, and while her voice was much calmer than Ezra’s, Sabine could feel the strain of her altercation across their bond in the force, feel the ebb and flow of the force where Shin used its power to keep plastoid covered troopers off of their closing position, flowing so freely beside Ezra’s that despite the odds being against them, they moved like a finely oiled machine. 

“On it,” Sabine cast her fuel gauge a wary look, there was just enough in her tanks that she might be fine, and from the screaming of a TIE fighter arcing through the air, she knew there was no time to top off at the Ghost. A TIE swirled overhead, left wing sparking and burning from a lightsaber having cut through it on takeoff. 

“Kark it,” Sabine grumbled, tapping at her gauge with a shake of her head. “We ball.” The woman took to the sky smoothly, jet fuel sparking into a high flame as she dumped more to keep up with the fighter.

The Ghost soared through the sky, streaking past Sabine and offering her a chance to grab on to Chopper’s head to save some fuel as fire was concentrated against the shields and engines to slow down the surviving Imperial’s ascent. 

Before the Ghost could pull away, Sabine was throwing herself from the ship’s hull, fingers brushing out as her jetpack sputtered, wrapping around one of the handles poking out past the hull to yank her weight against it, boots scrambling to push against the durasteel, hooking into the space in between ports to keep herself steady.

“Sabine, you need to hurry!” Hera called, exasperated as she pitched the ghost to the side, rolling out of the way just a hair away from the path of plasma as the TIE opened fire. 

“Work in progress, Hera!” Sabine shouted into her comms, hooking her fingers into the latch of the tie to stabilize before she could dig through a pouch on her belt, revealing her stack of the newest mixture of thermal detonators and the dye packs attached to the explosives. “Hello, beautifuls.” She breathed, fingers ghosting over the neatly stacked explosives. 

Piling them into a fistful, Sabine started planting them each, using the force to sail them across to the inside supports of the fighter’s wings, lining the hatch with enough to blow the top and settling the last couple against the engines, just in case somehow, the hull would survive. 

They rose closer to the upper atmosphere, Sabine’s helmet automatically clicking itself shut and releasing pressure to adjust. “Hey guy, I don’t have freefloating in space on my bucket list for the year,” She grumbled, making quick work of getting her charges set. 

“Sabine!” Several panicked voices hollered her names, staticy over comms the further she got out of range. The Mandalorian’s head shot to the side in time to watch an X-Wing swing in for a strafing run, she didn’t know the pilot, and wasn’t linked into their comms, but she could hear Hera on their open channel, ripping in to the pilot to get them to stop. 

It was too late, however, plasma scorched through the air, singing the air with a heavy smell of ozone. Sabine watched the blue lasers arc towards her before the Ghost could sweep in to incapacitate the fighter. Her legs moved too slow when she pushed off the hull, body turning as she fired up her jetpack, propelling herself away from the fighter half a second before the lasers struck the TIE and ignited her charges. 

Sabine’s head turned in time to watch the colorful, fiery explosion behind her; at least it looked as cool as she figured it would, she’d have to make sure she saved the clip in her helmet to watch later. 

Her jetpack sputtered mid flight, dropping her right into the path of the first shockwave. She didn’t have much chance to see the TIE go down, when paint speckled across her visor and then she was sent into a freefall, the resounding shockwaves hitting her like brick walls with a personal agenda against her existence. 

She was floating in a limbo of dizzy and peaceful, limbs too heavy to move, and her eyelids felt glued shut with weight pressing into her eye sockets to keep her from opening them.

There was a bustle of activity floating into her ears, fading like her grip on the world around her. She wanted to snap at all the people moving around her. Couldn’t they tell she was trying to sleep? A loud, persistent beeping ground away at her nerves, but she was useless in willing her body to shut off whatever alarm was going off.

The beeping grew higher in pitch, there were no breaks in the thudding tone it had carried before. At least the movement in the room seemed to cease, a pin could drop in the silence and bated breath of every body in the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet. Now she could get some sleep.

“Sabine.” There was a distortion in the voice that called out to her, warbling through the very core of her being, through the will of the force. Shin’s voice rang in the notes of their bond, scratchy and deep, but the other voice, the notes she could pick out, a tone she’d only heard in her dreams, a voice and a face she was terrified of forgetting, that had been harder and harder to pick out every day.

She wanted to snap her eyes open, to fly out of bed and run into her buir’s arms, to do something but the stones inside of her skin wouldn’t give her a chance to budge. 

“Don’t go where I can’t follow, me’suum’ika.” Shin’s voice sounded strained, and too far away, like their bond was growing stagnant in Sabine’s indecision. Fingers wrapped around her hand, warm where they sparked against the unbeaten pulse point against her wrist. “You promised,” Their voice wavered with emotion that they fought to keep concealed, Sabine hadn’t heard that tone since they’d gotten her back from the Bandits. 

Promises meant more to Shin than even their connection to the force, Sabine knew that better than anyone, and well… She intended to keep her word. Clan Wren would still be waiting for her, at the end; The Manda would not go anywhere, the cosmic force would still connect all beings, but if she walked out on Shin now… What kind of Mandalorian would she be? Surely not one who deserved to join her people in the afterlife they’d all strived for.

Sabine stopped struggling to see Ursa, there was no where she could go where her mother would not be able to reach, and if the unthinkable happened and she did somehow forget the timber of her voice or the sharpness of her face, she knew there were hundreds of others walking across the galaxy who would be more than happy to help her remember.

Shin’s hand started to slip from Sabine’s palm; She couldn’t move to reach out for them like she wanted, she didn’t want them to leave her either, didn’t want to see someone else give up on her. Someone was crying, voices were murmuring, she could hear the charge of shock paddles-

The first beep of the heart monitor was hard won, an exhaustive struggle that had the same reaction in the room as the flatline. Oxygen forced back into her lungs painfully, and warm fingers brushed against her pulse point once more, squeezing at her wrist to feel the next thud of her heart in her veins themselves. The tension in the room was cut with each thud and each successful breath, pain reigniting in her body in the feeling of broken bones and half sealed abrasions.

“Better,” She could hear the relief in Shin’s voice as their fingers interlocked with the limpness of her own, squeezing her hand even as the activity picked back up around them.

Ahsoka’s presence washed over her in their own bond, another string that she’d familiarized herself with, the calm soaring feeling that came with each interaction the Master and Apprentice shared through their woven destinies. 

“Prep her for the bacta tank,” A medic called out, unfamiliar voice ringing in her ears as cold gloved hands started touching her, though from the warmth seeping into her hand, she was able to rest easy knowing no one had moved Shin, at least until after the calm and quiet suggestion of sleep that had been passed through their bond, and the promise that she would wake up on the other side… eventually.

There was no way to gauge how much time had passed, but every now and then, Sabine would gain an awareness of the real world happening around her. Of Shin’s back pressed into the cool glass of her bacta tank, steadfast in their post as her protector. 

“Shin, she won’t wake up anytime soon,” Ahsoka’s voice floated through the void, in her mind’s eye, Sabine could make out the vision of Ahsoka stepping into the medbay, arms crossed over her chest and a carefully impassive look on her face; Ahsoka learned just as fast as Sabine had that Shin didn’t like sympathies, but she also knew that if Ahsoka’s distaste of Shin’s actions showed, the Gray Apprentice would close themselves off further and often turn to violence to defend their actions or beliefs. 

“You need to go take care of yourself,” Sabine could hear the lightness of the Togruta’s footsteps as she came to a stop in front of the tank, could feel piercing blue eyes on her suspended form, as if Ahsoka knew that Sabine had some awareness of the world around her. 

“I will not leave,” Shin was closed off to them visually, she could not find a way to bring some vision of the other woman to her eye, though she assumed, from the unease rolling off of Ahsoka and the concern in her tone, that her wolf wasn’t doing the best with her incapacitation. This must have been an argument the two force-sensitives found themselves in often, as Shin’s voice curbed on dangerous, the air Sabine could not feel filling with the tension of a hand curling around a saber hilt. 

“There is no reason to fight, Shin,” Ahsoka called, calling for calm across their own unstable bond; Her second apprentice varied greatly to the Mandalorian, and Ahsoka had never been able to determine if it had been Baylan’s teachings, or the influence of her time with the bandits that had them so willing to fight in a situation it did not call for. “She isn’t going to like waking up and seeing you like this.”

“Then it will not be the worst thing I have done to her.” They replied, and while there wasn’t a hint of regret, their tone took on something somber that Sabine wasn’t a fan of. The Mandalorian could feel the brush of their muddled presence, reaching out to the anchor point of their bond, to the scar that entwined them together forever. 

Drifting off to the comfortable thrum of their force bond being brushed against, Sabine was only half aware of the Togruta sweeping defeatedly from the medbay. 

Consciousness did not find Sabine when they emptied the bacta tank and pulled her from it, nor did it find her as she was cleaned up and reassessed, as what wounds were left had been set to heal on their own, with minimal medical interference, now that her body would need to fight on its own once again, enjoying her quiet limbo over the thought of returning her active mind to the real world.

The first time her eyes opened in weeks she was met with dim lights and near silence. 

Bandages wrapped firmly around her abdomen, criss crossing against her back where the jetpack had burned and shrapnel had made homes in her skin, now almost entirely healed after her extended nap. Sabine gave her muscles an experimental flex to ensure she could still move, fingertips touching and toes wriggling under the warm blankets; someone must have just recently changed the thin hospital sheets for ones straight from the warmer. Her movement brought the reminder of pain, aggravating sore muscle under the haze of protection offered by the medicine pumping through her IV.

Tired golden eyes scanned the rest of the room next. There was a raw set of armor, seemingly fresh from a forge, stacked in a corner next to weapons crates, where she could see Westar power cells placed carefully on top of the locked containers, and a newer model of a jetpack she couldn’t recall the name of leaning up against it all. 

Shin was settled into a hard-backed chair shoved right up against her cot, knees pulled up to their chest and a datapad sitting against them, fingers idly swiping along a document that Sabine couldn’t focus her gaze on. Her wolf looked exhausted, Sabine couldn’t tell how much of the darkness around her eyes was eye makeup, or bags from lack of sleep. Their hair was in disarray, even the braid carefully tied and sitting at their collarbone seemed frayed and rushed, as if  tying it had been a mere afterthought to something more important. 

The armor strapped to their arms and legs was filthy, burns scorched across unpainted metal and deep groves went unfilled, a state Shin hadn’t even let become of themselves when they’d all been stranded on Peridea. 

The only indication Sabine had that they’d showered or changed clothes even once since they’d gone after Thrawn’s contact had been the dark blue of Ahsoka’s tunic bunched up around their torso, leaving their bare arms on display (which, Sabine would never complain about, if only Shin wasn’t wearing gauntlets and pauldrons strapped tight to her bicep), and the way pants so clearly borrowed from Ezra were tied tight around her waist, bunched up and stuffed into her boots with their greaves strapped awkwardly around the extra fabric. 

“You look like Bantha shit,” The Mandalorian croaked tersely, wincing at the feeling of glass in her dried out throat. Silver eyes flashed to meet her open eyes immediately, the datapad clattering to the floor in the scramble of their legs to push outwards to turn themselves to face her.

“You look dead,” Their voice sounded as equally rough as Sabine’s own, bringing a teasing smile to tug at the purple haired woman’s lips. 

“What, didn’t-” A dry cough rattled her chest, she only managed to turn her head to the side to cough into the pillow, her arms still felt like they were full of beskar. “Didn’t have anything nice to say to anyone? Didn’t say anything at all?” It was meant to be tasing, but the pull of their lips into what little resemblance of a pout they would allow answered enough. 

“I’ll go get the medic.” They stood sourly to pick up the datapad, tossing it into the seat they’d been occupying for gotal’ad knows how long. 

Sabine finally reached out, atrophied muscles protesting even as her fingers latched around the cold metal of their wrist. “Wait…” 

They did, turning to glower at them with a rage that had too much vulnerability under the surface, weakness they did not want the Mandalorian to be privy too, even if she could feel it in the knot of burnt out nerves in her abdomen. “Would you lay with me, and just… forget the world a minute? Ten out of ten recommend.” 

Shin’s weight shifted between their feet uncomfortably, even as Sabine forced herself to move, to make room in the hospital bed that felt both too big and too small. “You need the medic,” They insisted, but it wasn’t a denial of the offer; Shin looked exhausted, and the prospect of laying down seemed enough that they’d be willing to let Sabine get away with just a few more minutes without being poked and prodded by medics. 

“I need you more right now, I’m not going anywhere,” She let go of their wrist, hoping the invitation was  enough to keep them around. IVs and wires were moved too carefully when they’d finally relented, though Sabine could feel the tightness in their muscles ease as their head dropped back against her pillow.

Shin was laying ramrod straight next to her, as if moving would break her, afraid to do anything that could hurt her what a softie, stabbing people one day, then playing statue to avoid inconveniencing them almost two years down the line.. 

“C’mere, Kurs’kaded.” Another grunt of exertion as she forced her arms to move, though they were quick in how they turned to cave into the touch the minute Sabine offered, tucking themselves up into her side as their face found their spot in the crook of her neck, fisting the fabric of the uncomfortable shirt in their fists as their nose crinkled. 

“You don’t smell right,” They complained in a quiet whisper, bringing a tired giggle from the older woman.

“Plenty of time to fix that later, doubt anyone’s been able to nail my skin care routine during my nap,” Sabine’s fingers brushed through their hair, relaxing more and more with how their shoulders eased and the way the force around them felt like it started to clear. “Speaking of naps…”

“You need a medic,” But their voice was already thick with sleep, breath soft where it began to even out against Sabine’s neck, the offer of safety in the arms they’d been missing for so long too enticing; they couldn’t remember the last time they’d slept. 

“You spent so long watching after me, let me return the favor, just for a bit.. Someone will come along eventually.” It didn’t take Shin long at all to nod off with the promise, and the press of her fingers against Sabine’s scar to ground themselves to her life probably wasn’t detrimental to assuring her of the Mandalorian’s survival either. 

“You’re awake,” Sabine’s attention was pulled from the sleeping blonde for the first time in hours, stopping her thousandth trace of the constellations craved across their skin in beauty marks and freckles. 

“Or you’re just tripping really hard right now,” Sabine teased in a quiet whisper, watching Ahsoka as the woman moved to lower herself quietly into the seat closest to her. 

Ahsoka’s lips pursed, clearly fighting a smile as her hand came to rest on the open space of the mattress between them, itching towards touching Sabine to verify for herself just how alive her Apprentice was. Sabine gave a quiet, fake dramatic sigh as she brought her hand down to rest overtop of Ahsoka’s, much smaller than the Togruta’s as she curled her fingers around the older woman’s. “What did you guys even do while I’ve been out?”

“Well… Some of us-” Her eyes flickered to Shin before coming back to Sabine with a knowing look. “Waited for you to come back.” 

Sabine offered a nod of her head in understanding as she bought her other hand from Shin’s hair to rub circles into their back. “What about everyone else?”

“Mmm. Ezra and I handled the Imperial cell; There were whispers of a New First Order, but it doesn’t seem as if they’re organized enough, not after our last round of strikes.” Ahsoka shifted, hand slipping from Sabine’s to fill the empty canteen that had been sitting, just out of reach, toppled over when Sabine had reached for it in the force, too weak to grab it with her abilities, and too disappointed when she’d found it empty.

Water was filled and passed over gratefully, as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing the slow, heavy breathing from the slumbering wolf; the only reaction they had to Sabine gulping down water was to press their face closer to the movement of her throat and to slip under her shirt, chasing the warmth that had been steadily rising in the older woman’s skin. 

“How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asked at last as she returned to her chair, taking the canteen when Sabine had finally finished with it. 

“I’m not going anywhere for a hot minute, if that’s what you’re asking,” Sabine promised, knowing that she had zero intention of almost dying any time soon, and that she doubted she’d find a return to the battlefield for at least a month while she figured out the limits her wrecked body could handle.

“Next time, don’t push yourself so hard. It was a close one,” 

“You’re one to talk.”

“Sometimes, the student teaches the Master, you know.” Ahsoka’s facial marking rose with the knowing smirk she offered, before she shook her head and rose. “You should get more rest while you can, I’m sure the medics will come to check on you once they believe Shin is asleep and won’t attack them again.”

“.... again?...” 

“Go back to sleep, Sabine,” 

[shyspider]

Chapters Summary: Soundwave's intentions are revealed, and Shockwave's experiments are now known. You fight your way out from one cage into another. Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Relationships: Soundwave & You, Shockwave & You, Skywarp & You, Rumble & You, Frenzy & You, Starscream & You, Prowl & You, Hot Rod | Rodimus & You, Drift | Deadlock & You, Sideswipe/You, Sunstreaker/You Characters: Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, Megatron, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Buzzsaw, Lazerbeak, Flatline - Character, Optimus Prime, Prowl, Bluestreak, Jazz, Omega Supreme, Wheeljack, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, OCs, Background & Cameo Characters, You, Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Human Experimentation, Action/Adventure, Gunfire/firefights, Minor Character Death, Fear, Kidnapping, Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Trauma, Incorrect assumptions, Fluff, Developing Friendships, Romance (background), polyamory (background), Rescue Missions, 80s setting, Outer Space, biological mutations, Resurrection, You are a Medical Scientist, You/Reader has a name (kinda stuck with it now), You/Reader has a background for plot, Enemies to Friends, Captives to crushes, suggestive content, Sexual Content, Marked/Skippable explicit chapters, longfic, Hurt/Comfort, pre-MtMte/LL storyline, Canon Events rearranged, Implied/Referenced Character Death, attempted redemption, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings in Author's Notes

[artists-ally]

I have a request for you 🤭

Can we have a little something on Harvey’s thoughts about Claudia? How he felt when he first laid eyes on her, and when she solved the mock case? (you can write this after the part 3 if you prefer)

{What It Was Like} OFC x Harvey Specter {H.C.}

So not to spoil anything for the next part this was my EXACT idea 🤭🤭 to do little flashbacks in Harvey’s POV to have him realize what he just did and what he’s lost. I’ll do a little headcanon action for ya

Heres part one and part two for anyone wondering where this series is!

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I totally think Harvey has always noticed and admired Claudia

Like he just looks at her and goes “yup she’s something”

But obviously he can’t decipher his own feelings and is a dick about it all

At first he asks Donna who’s like “yeah that’s Claudia Martin and she graduated top of her class and is one of the best damn associates to walk through these doors”

Maybe Harvey even initiated the mock trial to Louis just so he can get her on his team just so he can spend a little time with her

He notices she’s really quite but she puts in twice the effort that any of the other associates do

And when she brought the winning evidence to him? GAH- Harvey is like “hehehehehhehe that’s my girl” internally and starts crushing on her a little

He’s so proud to see her coming out of her bit by bit but he knows he has to be careful because he doesn’t wanna scare her off

And, in typical Harvey fashion, cannot control his desires so he’s thinking of all the ways he can keep her around so he can just look at her because she’s so damn pretty.

Her eyes, her hair is what really does it for him. He just wants to play with it and let it curl around his fingers and pull on it

When he was watching her during their first real car, during the cross examination, he doesn’t even hear what’s going on because he’s too busy watching her kick some serious ass

Of course he’s like “god damn she’s one hell of a lawyer” but he’s also like “I cannot wait to get my hands on you and show you just what you do to me because it’s a lot”

We all know deep down Harvey is a family guy and would do anything to keep them safe. Hopefully he’ll figure it out for part three so she doesn’t walk away forever

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Part 2 (now of 3!) of Jamie is injured during the first West Ham match and hides it so he doesn't lose more ground to Zava fic is up!

For the day 16 prompt: flatline

Read on ao3

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: talk of death, Nelson wants to go through with his experiment, swearing

running my hands through my hair, I took a shaky breath.

“Nelson,” i sighed. “This is a bad idea. A real terrible, shit idea.” He shrugged as he looked at me over the rim of his cup.

“Oh come on (Y/N). You can’t tell me you never thought about what comes next.” Nelson shot back. I bit my lip and he smiled triumphantly at me. “This is our chance to see what’s on the other side. All I’m asking you to do is record it. You don’t have to be a part of it anymore than that.” I shook my head and sighed again.

“Nelson what you are doing is fucking suicide.” I said with a hard edge to my tone. “Literally. Or homicide depending on you look at it. Have you listened to suicide survivors versus real near death experiences? Suicide survivors have a vastly different view of the afterlife because they fucked around and found out. Near death experience is a whole other realm.”

“and how am I supposed to replicate a near death experience without it being construed as a suicide attempt? Huh?” Nelson growled. “I can’t. So I go the route I know. The one I know my classmates can bring me back from.”

“assisted suicide then.” I cried, throwing my hands up. “Dammit Nelson.” I put my head in my hands and took a shuddering breath. “Do you have any idea what this is going to do to me?” I looked at him, tears shining in my eyes.

“do to you? I’m coming back.” He laughed. I shook my head.

“And if Dave can’t bring you back? Or Rachel?” I asked. “You and I both know steckle is only there for the equipment and to be the voice of reason. Joe is just there for kicks.” Nelson looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “What happens then? You can’t tell me that isn’t a possibility.” We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“they can do it.” He whispered, reaching out to grab my hand. I pulled it back from him.

“and if they can’t? I want to know what happens then Nelson.” I shot back. “You are so damn positive this will work you can’t even think of the fucking reproductions.” I threw the papers he had given me back across the table at him as I stood up. “Like what would happen to the four of them if it was found out what you roped them into. Or what would happen to me.”

“I’ve got a note absolving them of any responsibility.” Nelson said, standing up with his hands up trying to calm me down. “You don’t have anything to do with this except recording. They can’t touch you. Besides you’re not even in the department.” Nelson gently wrapped his arms around me. I hit his chest, making him curl in on himself and step back slightly.

“Ow.” He moaned as I hit him again. “Hey. Stop. What’re you doing that for?” He tried to grab my hands but I kept hitting him.

“I don’t care about my reputation. Or if I’m kicked out of school. I’ll go somewhere else.” I ground out as I accidentally slapped him. Nelson grabbed my wrist and held tight. “I care about what happens to me after you’re gone. Do you expect me to move on? Go about my days with the same cold exterior you’re expected to have as a doctor? Forget you’re gone and just find someone else?” I finally started crying and I collapsed against Nelson’s chest as he hugged me tightly. He sighed and rubbed my back as I gripped his shirt tightly. Nelson pressed his nose to my head and kissed me gently.

“I get it now.” He whispered. “I get it.” His grip tightened on me and I gently hit his chest again.

“no you don’t.” I chuckled. “You never do. But that’s alright.” I pulled back to look at him. “I’ll be there Nelson. But I won’t record. I won’t help. Not unless I need to.” Nelson nodded, cupping my cheeks to wipe away my tears. “I know you all are certified but if they can’t do it, I’m going to be the one to do CPR. I’ll bring you back.” Nelson nodded as he gently kissed me, making sure he showed me how much he loved me in it.

“I don’t doubt that. Not for one second.” He whispered as he drew back. He rubbed his thumb over my cheek before drawing me back to his chest. “I love you.” I sniffled and hugged him tighter.

“I love you too.” I whispered back. “Just promise you’ll come back to me. Just come back to me.”

“I promise.” Nelson assured me. “I’ll always come back to you.”

[lauronk]

Editing day 16 of whumptober (I’m behind I know 😭) and hopefully it’ll be up today.

The vibes I’m going for:

🙃🙃🙃🙃

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2023 No. 16 - Gurney/Flatline/"Don't go where I can't follow"

Scogan Bingo challenge Our Song

As tempted as Logan was, cutting off Tony's damn ugly head right this instant: He was honest enough to admit, this latest fuckup was mostly his own fault. Just three months after that period had ended when he'd not known if he'd ever share a damn battlefield with his partner again at all … Shouldn’t he seriously know better than leave said careless idiot out of his sight in any fight?

Maybe it was true what they said, that for ferals, learning by pain took particularly many lessons. "Stark!" Logan had to hold back from yelling into the damn radio integrated into his mask even more unrestrained, mostly because he'd need Tony's hearing on certain radio lines sharp and intact in a second, not bleeding all into the guy's helmet. "Get your metal butt down here."

"Still wrapping things in the sky, Logan." Visibly reluctant, Tony touched down on the still sickeningly largely red-stained concrete next to him. Guy was apparently unfazed that the actually well-protected spot between a couple of car wrecks where they'd left their injured team leader earlier, was suddenly deserted. "You don't want any of these escaping towards downtown unless you're keen on even more bad press." Tony gestured toward the dozens of pitch-black unmanned drones in the air, each of them armed to the teeth. Far too many of them indeed still operable, while Logan had at least been able to take care of almost all the enemy's tanks on the ground out before they could have reached the first inner city ring.

It was yet another despicable, senseless attack by their current arch-enemies that the Orchis public relations department would no doubt be quick to blame on what was left of mutantkind either way. No helping that. Neither artillery on wheels or wings nor the news were Logan's biggest worry for the moment. His claws extending as his agitation and anger grew, he took a warning step towards Tony's bulky shape, leaving no doubt about how quickly all those shiny, brand-new red and gold layers of metal would rip open after one well-aimed slash if the guy didn’t pull his head out of his own ass immediately. "I don't give a fuck about the sky. Missing something down here by any chance?"

Tony opened the visor of his helmet to reveal an honestly confused-seeming frown, his lips under his sweat-dripping goatee tight with sudden realization. "Uh. S.H.I.E.L.D. medics got Cyclops out of here 10 minutes ago while you were two blocks from here. He was stable so I wanted him out of the line of fire. I told them to get him straight to the Tower. I thought you called them …"

"I don't call government authorities. Ended up in one of their holding cells too often for that. You better tell me you got a signal on those medics. From S.H.I.E.L.D. Who just fucked off with one of the world's most wanted." Logan focused stubbornly on the required gravity in his growl to get it through to Tony how much the guy had just fucked up, clenching his fists only harder to keep himself under control.

"Look, they had the right badges and uniforms and all. I had JARVIS check their IDs. They belong to that small still functional part of S.H.I.E.L.D. that's on our side. I'm not an idiot, Howlett. They probably saw the news and were just nearby. No need to get your panties in a knot." While Tony started to sound seriously irritated, at least he was typing away on one of his arm displays at lightning speed now, no doubt exchanging a series of orders with his in-house AI. Hopefully, he wasn’t too late about second-guessing his trust in any kind of uniform actually seeing through the lies regarding Scott's – thanks to Orchis' so very damaged – reputation and legal record.

It had been a fight against windmills from the start, trying to get such truths through to the world, with the help of just as quick as public missions like this, putting their faces all over the news in the right context, before they fucked out of there again to go back under. The catastrophe that was the aftermath of the latest Hellfire Gala wouldn’t be reversed so easily, not this time. Logan hadn’t cared a lot for this farce from the start and was only playing along for now out of an annoying obligation to Tony and Emma, as without those two, he would have lost the man he loved once more half a year ago, and without any way currently available to get him back no less. Logan was not about to go through that all over again because of someone else's stupidity. Maybe Tony should be screwing Frost more often to get a couple of distracting excess hormones from his system. "I suppose you didn’t wonder why they came and left without sirens when they're supposed to transport someone with a sliced open femoral artery through New York rush hour."

"Look, I don't think …" But that only sounded like a very weak protest at this point, those hectic attempts of establishing said contact with that supposed E.R. car on Tony's communication system looking even more agitated. The guy's tanned skin had turned significantly whiter.

"No, you don’t. Or you might have remembered we didn't exactly have good experiences with ambulances lately." Logan tapped one of his claws against Tony's chest plate to make him work faster, a cynical grin curling on his lips when the guy winced, both from the unambiguous threat and the memory of all those months of housing not only Logan but a very special kind of patient in the laboratories of his Tower. "Unless you want to start putting Scott back together again all over – after you're done renumbering your own bones, that is – you better not have lost that car, Stark, I swear to god."

"We got them," Tony assured him to visibly his own relief, letting out the breath he'd been holding. "They're halfway on their way to the Tower. Looks good to me. JARVIS, hack the security camera of that E.R. car for me. Give me a visual." Tony let out a silent curse at the feedback he was receiving from his AI via the button in his ear. "Too far for a video feed from here. I got audio though."

"They say anything?" Logan started pacing the wrecks around them with his hands firmly folded behind his back and gritted teeth, still holding back by a thread from strangling Tony. But now he was at least willing to give this albeit unlikely development of one of their former partners actually being useful again to their kind for once a shot. Thing was, they indeed weren’t done yet, keeping their enemies from raining even more destruction down on the city and thousands of civilians, just to ruin mutantkind's standing on Earth even further. Leaving lightly was out of the question.

And Logan knew very well what Scott would have had to say about him leaving the party early. Much as he hated Stark's dick right now, it had been Scott earlier, sending Logan away after stupidly running into some damn bullet, the second he'd been stable enough to risk leaving him alone for a while.

It obviously wasn’t only Stark's ability of decision-making that had greatly suffered from recent events. Maybe in truth, it wasn’t even him, Logan was being so damn pissed at right now, waves of blood-red wrath gushing over in his mind as the usually well-suppressed images from the last time that Scott had ended up in captivity filled his soul. The distant sharp taste of bile in Logan's mouth as he'd entered this one damn room in that Orchis base and at first, had seen nothing but stitches, blood, infection, and explosives in cavities where they had no place being. Flashes of months filled with doubt and fear in his head, scraps of regular screaming matches in his ears, the fragrance of more alcohol than should have been inside a recovering patient at any point in his nose … Holding his partner's hand through one goddamn procedure after another, until miraculously, somehow, Scott had not only been back to his feet but in actual fighting shape … All of that, once more, possibly for nothing if Logan didn’t pull himself together right now, to function for the man he'd long stopped shying away from admitting how much he really loved him. He'd already lost the woman who had been part of that steadily growing and intensifying relationship of theirs, and there still was no telling if and when they'd get her back. He wouldn’t fucking lose Scott all over again as well. "Stark?"

Tony held up his hand impatiently to shut him up, with narrow eyes as he kept on trying to make out any suspicious conversations, any noise that had no business being in an emergency car, over that noisy line. "They're not talking. I don't hear them working either, though." He threw another restless glance at the smoke-filled sky and the surrounding streets, grunting every now and then at a new explosion far too close to not yet evacuated buildings nearby, as the scattered shapes of his automated suits were still busy, trying to take out all of the enemy's vehicles. Logan and he would both have been needed in that stand-down, still, there was no question about that. But not while they couldn’t be sure they weren’t needed somewhere else far more urgently right now. "He's awake though, I think. Sounds like he's okay." A hint of a grin twitched on Tony's lips, his posture relaxing the slightest bit when Logan, too, closed his eyes for a treacherous moment of premature relief. "Looks like they gave him some of the good stuff. Your guy's humming."

Immediately, the hope shyly flickering in the ice-cold worry filling Logan's soul froze all over. "Humming what?"

Tony tilted his head at him in confusion over Logan's lack of enthusiasm. "Well, he's not exactly Brian Johnson but sure sounds a lot like Highway to hell to me."

"Get me the fuck in the air. And better pray we catch up with them in time."

Tony didn’t get it, still, obviously, judging by that bewildered look on his face before his visor closed again but by now the two of them had been working together long enough at least for the guy to recognize that tone of absolute, unquestionable authority in Logan's voice that always said, playtime was over. That, no matter who was actually in command at any given time, better obeyed right now if they didn’t care to catch a claw. The hated uncomfortable pressure of a sturdy metal frame pressed against Logan's back as Tony wrapped his arms around his chest from behind, not giving him a second to prepare before yanking him off the ground. Logan's stomach dropped dangerously when the guy's current favorite suit sped up to its fastest capacity within split seconds, following the direction of the coordinates that JARVIS had long fed into Tony's helmet. "Wanna tell me at least why we're gonna make headlines for abandoning the battle before it's over this time?" Slightly breathless from the rapid takeoff and the atmospheric pressure on his body, Tony's annoyed voice in the radio link was slightly subdued but still loud enough for Logan's enhanced senses to pick up on.

"That's our song," he growled out between his own labored breathing and swallowing back the remains of a too-big breakfast in his throat. God fucking damnit, how much he hated flying. "He needs me. How far?"

"Another minute. We're close enough for a visual now." The hold of Tony's sturdy metal gloves on Logan's sides tightened for a moment as a dismayed noise escaped his lips. "Goddamnit, Logan, they opened the tourniquet. He's bleeding out. And they got blades in their hands. If they see us coming …"

"Hijack the car electronics, stop the damn thing. Distract them. Then drop me right above." Logan's voice was missing the suddenly hoarse quality of Tony's shocked words, even the threatening hiss of their argument a minute ago. The sober levity that he'd not least learned from the man he loved in the course of the decades had crept back into it, that was such a stark contrast to his instincts cut loose whenever a battle demanded a white run. Whenever he had to let the animal off its chain to cut his way through a whole army of hostiles, consequences and damage be damned. When that was needed, when he was forced to leave a fight covered in guts, he had no problem giving in to those basic desires for death and revenge; it was what he was good at. It was why Scott kept on hiring him for his teams whenever Logan was available for such conflicts. Because he was the fucking best at what he did. There were these kinds of situations though when the muzzled berserker threw himself against the bars of its cage in vain, drooling venom from split, raw lips in greed. When all that energy in his cells and his soul had to be fueled instead into the cold calculation of a single, perfectly orchestrated move, of one precise shot, just like he'd been taught to aim for it by a certain team leader a long time ago. Because the collateral damage of leashing out would include something Logan was not willing to sacrifice. Never again.

He could tell by the way Stark suddenly went very silent behind him, not even one of his stupid quips on his lips, that this rare, targeted side of Logan impressed – maybe scared – the guy a lot more than the usual blood dripping from his claws, and maybe that was enough in terms of retaliation for the man's stupid error earlier for Logan's taste already. Fuck-ups happened, and if there was one thing to be said about Tony at least, it was that he was usually very thorough about correcting them. When the inconspicuous white car with the blue cross painted on its sides in question finally came into their sight, Tony had indeed managed to stop it already, and in some remote alleyway far off the battle-induced chaos downtown no less where they could approach unseen. With the thrusters of Tony's suit reduced basically to zero, it required the guy to use a lot more physical strength instead. Not exactly a cake run thanks to Logan's adamantium-steeled weight as he very well knew. But that way, they could near the car's roof silently from straight above. Farther too long torturous seconds for Logan's taste passed while his partner just a few feet away was once more in mortal danger … But it was worth it, reluctantly giving in when Tony hissed at him to wait while he inched into the position that his visual was giving him, right above one of the enemies who were none the wiser, the driver trying under filthy curses to get the car going again while those other two goons screamed at him to hurry from behind.

Those shouts quickly stopped when Logan crashed through the car's roof with all of said heavy weight, instantly killing one of the enemies with the bone-shattering impact alone. The other died from some claws in his heart and in his lungs before he could even raise the hand with that damn blade either in Logan's direction or the one of the lifeless, blood-covered figure on the gurney in front of him.

Perceiving with only half an ear focused on his surroundings that Tony had taken out the driver with a well-aimed shot from his palm cannons as well, Logan already bent over his lover with his mouth bone-dry and his heart racing, cutting the next best sheet in reach into stripes with his claws to wrap it around Scott's injured thigh again … But one single look at his partner's ashen skin color, and the deafening silence in the back of that damn car, already let him know those desperate measures might be coming too late. "Stark!"

"On it." Tony flew through that hole Logan had just made and came down next to him with a clank, grabbing a handful of instruments and scanners from his belt Logan had no idea what the fuck they even were. Pushing Logan away from Scott's unmoving body, toward the headend of that gurney, he was discussing, ordering, pleading more nervous and angry by the syllable with his AI via his radio, too low for Logan's too harsh, too irregular breathing to make out every word. "Shit, he's flatlining. My girls are already on their way. We'll have transfusions here in less than two minutes. We just gotta keep him afloat until then." Audibly gritting his teeth, Tony stuck some shiny metal stuff somewhere to Scott's chest after ripping open his uniform top, following the instructions from his electronic helper that Logan knew he could trust at least for such inevitable emergency measures. "Might wanna step away."

"Just do it. Bring him back." Kneeling on the car's ground next to Scott, as his knees had suddenly given in, it was the second time within minutes that Logan hardly recognized the sound of his own voice. His hands were clenching down on his own thighs so harshly they almost broke the brown and black latex of his uniform as that certain terrible, frightening twitch jolted through Scott's body, leaving it rearing up against those straps around his chest and hips that Logan hadn’t even bothered to open yet. In vain, he listened for something, anything, the smallest thud in his ears, a single pained gasp, no matter how weak … His hands were shaking more than he cared to admit when he closed them around Scott's too-pale face, resting his forehead against his lover's, this time trying to no avail to get rid of those horrible memories of the last time he'd cowered over Scott like this, entirely convinced he'd have to carry it out of that damn house to the nearest coffin. "Come on, Slim. Get yourself together. We had that discussion. No going where I can't follow, remember?"

"Nothing. Gonna try again. Get back, Logan … Wait." Stark let out a deep hiss, lowering his hand with the remote for that mini defibrillator again, not a second after Logan had let out a suspicious noise almost close to a sob himself.

Already, Logan's lips were softly pressed to those beautiful full ones so close, over which a faint but definitely perceptible warm breeze had just come. Almost at the same moment, they had a rhythm again, and unbelievably, miraculously, Logan could feel the faintest twitch at where he'd instinctively reached for Scott's hand.

"Ouch."

"Anyone ever tell you, you got a terrible singing voice, Summers?" Tony straightened up from his hunched position with a chuckle and briefly squeezed Logan's shoulder, a gesture of support, friendship, and apology that Logan was only too ready to accept. "I'll get those transfusions and one of the medics."

Logan just barely nodded, with Tony flying off already, not taking his eyes off Scott's blood-smeared VISOR for even a second. Reaching for some cloth nearby, he carefully wiped it clean so he could be sure his lover would be actually looking straight at him when he whispered those certain small words to him that for a moment he'd been convinced he'd never get around to tell that damn idiot ever again. Jesus, this really needed to stop. "You know I love you, bub, but don't think that's gonna save you from me whupping your damn ass for that little stunt as soon as you're patched up."

"I saw her, Logan."

That answer that didn’t want to make the slightest sense at first was so far from the usual teasing back to such a promising threat that Logan raised his head again, pulling off his mask for a moment to be able to show his partner everything he'd gone through in the last few minutes, and his puzzled frown on top. "You saw …?" Her.

Her. Just when Logan had thought he'd managed to sober up, stop that dangerous loss of control of his emotions that someone with his gift could so seldom afford, especially not in public, he felt his eyes fill with tears all over again as it dawned on him what … where Scott could only have seen anything in those last few minutes of being dead more than alive. And what it might possibly mean that even in that short window, apparently his soul had been found by someone they'd both no longer been able to sure was still anywhere around on a half-mortal plane like this to even make contact like that. It still didn’t have to mean anything, of course. In spite of all the resistance they'd been able to rouse in the last few months, they still weren’t anywhere close to turning the current catastrophe around. The loss of the missing person in that relationship of theirs might never be undone … But maybe, just maybe, they could at least allow themselves a small shimmer of hope again. "Jeannie …"

"She says thank you." The weak hold around Logan's hand tightened another little bit as Scott pulled him close for another kiss. The faint scent of salt from those tears that his VISOR was hiding mixed with the few clear drops falling on his skin from Logan's face as they let themselves fall for a brief moment more into that closeness growing every day between them. Just for another sweet second or two before the nearing roar and hum of Tony's suit revealed, proper help was on its way.

'Still up and fighting, Red.' Logan could have sworn he heard the soft, bright chuckle of a beloved voice behind his forehead when he reluctantly let go of Scott to let the professionals – real ones this time – do their job. Still up and fighting.

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[tracyscpd]

“Where you go, I go. Don't go where I can't follow.”

Worried!Jay / Hurt!Hailey

Part 1/2

I started writing this in October and totally forgot about it. Now it's finally ready to post. Two months too late, uhm... enjoy reading 🤍

http://archiveofourown.org/works/52399345

[go-to-the-mirror]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationships: Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler & Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith/Rose Tyler

Characters: Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Mickey Smith (Doctor Who)

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Episode AU: s01e04-05 Aliens of London & World War Three, can be read as platonic or romantic, but i’m aromantic and my blorbos Are in qprs, Queerplatonic Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Grief/Mourning, title from a jack stauber song, No beta we die like Nine

Language: English

Published: 2023-10-16

Words: 342

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Harriet Jones and Rose Tyler manage to survive the bomb unscathed. The Doctor… less so. --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 16. Inspired by prompt flatline.

Content Warnings:

Bombing (canonical)

Character death (temporary)

Implications of someone being buried alive

“He can’t die like this!” Rose says, not sure who she’s saying it to. “He’s survived so much worse than this, he can’t die like this.”

No one speaks to her, paramedics too busy trying to save the Doctor’s life, trying to save him even though they’ve been doing CPR for too long now and he can’t be alive, there’s no way he’s alive.

Harriet Jones stands next to her, looking on as they finally give up, the one administering CPR standing up to pronounce him dead. They were all in the same room, all three of them knew that they could’ve died there, and it’s just not fair that the Doctor’s… the Doctor… that they got out without a scratch, while he… didn’t.

“Rose?” calls her mum. Rose turns around to see her and Mickey running up towards her.

Rose walks forward and collapses, crying into her mum’s shoulder.

“Wot happened?” Mum asks.

“He’s—“ Rose cuts herself off, unable to finish her sentence, unable to do anything but sob into Mum’s shirt.

Her mum holds her tightly and rubs her back. “It’s alright, Rose. It’s alright.”

“They’re gonna bury him,” Mum says. Rose sits, shivering on the sofa, holding her cup of tea. “Do you want to go?”

”It hasn’t even been an hour,” Rose says.

”I know,” Mum says. “Tell you wot, I’ll get Mickey to come over, and I’ll buy some ice cream, and we can have a big old cry together.”

”You didn’t know him, Mum.”

”I know, sweet’eart, I’m sorry.”

Rose wipes the snot away from her face. “Yeah, it sounds like a plan.”

Rose’s been sitting, curled up practically in Mickey’s lap for about fifteen minutes, before she sits up, blood running cold.

”What’s going on?” Mickey asks, startled.

”Mickey,” she begins. “He has two hearts.”

”What?”

”The Doctor has two hearts.”

Suddenly, Mickey gets it, and his face looks exactly as terrified as Rose feels.

Rose wipes the tears from her face; all grief replaced with a cold, hard determination. “Do you have a spade?”

[evillittlebirdie]

Implore (Astarion/Tav)

Warning! Major Character Death

TW: Death In Childbirth

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

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"Raphael...I have come to make a deal..."

"Ah, little vampling...you must truly be desperate to show up to my lair, asking me for a deal..."

"I want Her back. And I will give you anything for Her. My body, my immortality, my mind, my-"

"Firstborn son?"

Part One

For once, Astarion was glad he couldn't see his reflection. If he had to look at the face of the incompetent wretch that failed Her, he would strike the mirror to shards. 

Hubris once clouded his vision. Astarion's love was an elf and a mighty hero. She would live for centuries. By then, they would find a way to immortalize Her body and mind. They had decades to walk under the stars, make love by moonlight, and hold each other through the night. They had years to explore the realm, make new companions, and finish adventures. 

She had a novel idea.

He remembered when She delightedly showed him the book. 'A child. Born of a vampire and a mortal. Our child.' Astarion's mind flashed with memories of the orphaned children at their camp. Astarion was jealous of the attention but couldn't deny the joy on Her face. Who was he to deny Her?

Astarion liked their life as it was. But what She wanted, She received. To Astarion, she was the God that answered when all others ignored him. He would have given Her the world. She wanted a Life.

'There is always a risk,' the midwife told them. But Astarion arrogantly ignored the crone's words. This wasn't some waif pushing out a sickly bastard. This was Her. She was the savior of Baldur's Gate, giving birth to a Dhampir. She brought down the Netherbrain. Indeed, She could handle what thousands of people did each day. 

As a male, Astarion was put out of the birthing room with only Gale out of everyone to keep him company. Shadowheart was allowed to sit with Her. The two had invited themselves over to help with the baby. She, in Her infinite kindness, welcomed them with open arms. 

Gale and Astarion sat awkwardly on the cushioned bench outside the doorway. Astarion was worrying about the threads of the fabric with his nails. Pulling, tugging, snatching. She was screaming, and he was drawn to Her. Gale kept patting his shoulder. Something about it 'being natural'. Childbirth was inherently painful. 

The smell of blood was thick in the air. Astarion could feel his mouth begin to salivate. He hadn't drank one drop from Her body once the midwife confirmed the pregnancy. Since then, Astarion was Her servant. She barely lifted a finger with him around. 

Astarion wasn't particularly excited about parenthood. His own parental memories were lost to time, fuzzy and untouchable. But if She wanted his participation, he would give it. There was a…fondness Astarion had for some of the tiefling children. Perhaps something more could form once he had the baby in his arms.  

At the very least, the baby needed to arrive to ease Her suffering. The pregnancy was difficult for Her. How Astarion resented the unborn child for causing Her pain and lethargy. But She loved this child and frequently spoke of Her excitement. She would be a perfect mother. 

They had finished decorating the nursery when She felt the first sign of labor. Hours later, Astarion waited impatiently outside as his love wailed. Something sharp and piercing cut through the air. Even Gale froze. The moans indicated something more than typical labor pains. The screams suddenly halted. Then, a baby's cry broke the silence. Long, strong, and healthy. Gale let out a relieved chuckle, "Congratulations, Astarion."

Something was wrong. A dark, imposing force invaded the area around them. 

Shadowheart was the open who finally opened the door. She held a small bundle in her arms. She couldn't hide that she quickly closed the door after her. She smiled, but the expression did not meet her eyes. It was too tight. Shadowheart murmured, "It's a boy. Purple eyes like his mother, but no mistaking that snow-white hair..." 

"You're not telling me something," Astarion pointed out. Something primal pulled from his heart to the bundle. He walked over to her, momentarily distracted by the tiny face staring back at him. It was true. The little boy had his mother's eyes, but his hair and ears were all him. "Oh...Oh..." Astarion whispered, sufficiently distracted from Her. Shadowheart extended the bundle to him. Hesitantly, Astarion took the baby from her, adjusting the little creature in his arms. 

"Well, handsome boy, aren't you? Of course you are. You're mine," Astarion cooed. The boy blinked his eyes at him inquisitively. The look in his eyes, that purple hue, reminded Astarion of the pending matter. 

"I'm not a doctor, but I believe the boy is supposed to be with his mother," Astarion pointed out, stepping forward. Shadowheart suddenly stopped him, avoiding his gaze. "Shadowheart...what aren't you telling me?" He challenged. She wouldn't look at him. Inflamed, Astarion shoved by her, cradling the baby in the crook of his arm before opening the door. 

Purple eyes, impossibly vast and blank, stared at him. She was on the bedroll in a puddle of Her own blood. The midwife and her words were irrelevant. Astarion only used her as a prop. He shoved the baby into her arms, ignoring the sudden cry from his son. People were calling his name, but it was irrelevant. Astarion fell to his knees. Fresh blood had never nauseated him before. He pulled Her into his arms, his ear pressed to his chest. He listened for the sound of a heartbeat. No, She just had to be weak and listless. She couldn't be gone. She was the Savior of Baldur's Gate. Something as mundane and typical as birth couldn't take Her from him. They had years, decades, and centuries together. And one day eternity. 

Something soft and faint reverberated in her chest. Astarion almost wept with relief and delight. "Oh, my love. I heard you. Please, again..." But Her heart would never beat again. Her slight body felt so heavy in his arms. She was gone.

And he wailed. 

[soleberlandieri]

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Title: Your thoughts are mine

prompts:  “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” Gurney; Flatline; “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Pairing: Kisame x Itachi

Summary

From the text: Kisame smiled, he was free now. He would never have imagined that having nothing left to lose would make him so peaceful. Anger and pain had been vented, he had stopped using Samehada to crush rocks, cut trees and dig craters in the ground. Now an extreme bliss had taken possession of him. His beauty sucked him into a funnel, he felt his feet leave the ground. “You will no longer feel pain, my love. And neither do I."

Kisame x Itachi; KisaIta