#god i think ive forgotten how to tag properly | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lurbukthebard · 5 years ago

Link

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Arvel the Swift, Ralof (Elder Scrolls), Ulfric Stormcloak, Lokir (Elder Scrolls), Nord Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Original Nord Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Alduin (Elder Scrolls), Original Dunmer Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Kynareth (Elder Scrolls), Kyne (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Thu'um (Elder Scrolls), Dovahzul (Elder Scrolls), Retcon Timeline Summary:

He was not chosen by the Gods, he is just who remains. The Last Dragonborn is dead and no one is left to stop Alduin and his consumption of the world. Landfall is here. The dreamer, the Godhead, is finally becoming awake. It is up to Arvel the Swift, the down on his luck Dunmer thief of Bleak Falls Barrow, to somehow find a way to save the world. He must defeat Alduin without destiny on his side. A normal person must do the work of demigods and the divines. His task is supposed to be impossible, but the truth is never easy to see.

Including original characters and cannon characters from Skyrim, Oblivion, and Morrowind, this story is a complete retcon of the story to defeat Alduin. This is my project while I sit in self isolation, so hopefully this will be updated a lot.

Chapter 3: The Hall of Stories

Summary: Arvel finds the treasure of Bleak Falls Barrow and steals something back from the Nords. Additional backstory about Arvel is added. He was born in Morrowind but was forced out when he was young due to the Red Year. He mostly grew up in the Grey Quarter. He has seen the worst the Nords have to offer and harbors a particular hatred for Ulfric Stormcloak.

Finally, Arvel the swift would have his prize. His light feet and quickly moving legs carried him through the tomb of Bleak Falls Barrow. The Draugr, nightmarish walking corpses that often plagued Nordic Ruins, were easy to sneak around and avoid. In the off chance one would notice him, ghostly blue eyes would flare and Arvel would run back into the shadows. No corpse walker could outrun Arvel the swift.

After sneaking through the dark gloom of the barrow and avoiding the shallow graves of the ancient Nords, Arvel reached a large hall with many runes and carvings on either side. Images of Nord heroes and Gods were littered across the walls. An image of a woman dressed as a hawk seemed to shift and twist in the faint light of Arvel’s torch. She was above all the others and had a mighty host of woodland animals and beasts at her command.

“Ah, so this is it. The Hall of Stories.” Arvel spoke to himself triumphantly in the dusty room. At the end of the hall stood the puzzle door, with 3 rings of iron around a keyhole in the shape of a dragon claw, just as he expected. He was swallowed up by excitement. The power and treasure of Bleak Falls Barrow, untouched for thousands of years, was on the other side of that door.

Arvel pulled out the golden claw. He held the puzzle’s key like it was an oasis in the desert. Just like he had heard in the old Nordic legends, the answer to the puzzle was in the palm of his hands. The combination of ancient symbols to open the door were carved into the palm of the claw. With a deafening crack the puzzle door twisted open and slowly retreated into the floor.

“Let’s see what power and riches these ice-veined Nords left in here.” He said out loud, drawing his sword and walking confidently into the final chamber of the barrow. He felt a mix of anticipation and contempt, a perilous brew.

After so many years of living in Skyrim, Arvel had gotten used to being a second class citizen below the Nords. He had lived for a time in the Grey Quarter of Windhelm, where the supposedly heroic and honorable Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak treated the Dunmer refugees like dirt. His parents had died of the flu in the cramped slums of Windhelm in their first year living there after they fled Morrowind. It was a sickness Ulfric could have rallied his Nordic healers to cure. Instead, the Jarl didn’t lift a finger to help. It felt damn good to finally be taking something back from the children of Skyrim.

The innermost chamber of Bleak Falls Barrow was astoundingly beautiful, as if Kynareth herself had blessed the place. The barrow had opened up into a massive cave. A peaceful creek of clear blue water ran around a raised platform, holding a final sarcophagus and a massive carved wall with a statue of a dragon's head at its peak. A quickly flowing waterfall from the top of the cave ran behind the wall. Arvel then spied what he desperately wished to see, a beautifully engraved chest, no doubt with many treasures inside.

As Arvel began to sneak his way to the chest, wary to not wake the draugr inside the coffin, the wall began to … chant. It made Arvel jump in surprise. It sounded like all of the sudden a full choir of people had begun to sing. The words were in an ancient tongue that Arvel had never heard before. Now with a closer look at the wall he could see many runes and words carved all along its length. The words almost seemed to be alive and singing with throats of their own. One of the words started to glow with a blue haze, but then subsided back into the ranks with the others, as if it had crept out to look at him and then retreated back.

Arvel then realized that this chanting was probably going to blow his cover. As if on cue when he had that thought, the heavy lid of the coffin behind him flew open, and a grim Draugr clad in rotting armor began to crawl out. Even with his quick feet, Arvel would not be able to reach the chest and dash out of the way before the corpse walker would catch him. He held his sword up and prepared to fight this monster.

Arvel the Swift, willy and cunning Dunmer thief, would not let any Nord come between him and his prize, living or dead. He rushed over and stabbed his sword into the Draugr before it could properly get out of the coffin. The corpse didn’t even register the blow as the blade went straight through its chest and out the other end. Arvel couldn’t draw his weapon back out of the rotting body before the zombie brought down its own sword, nearly cutting off Arvel’s hand.

The thief quickly slapped his hand back away from the blow. Still, he could not evade the Draugr’s heavy strike with its other arm. The corpse swatted Arvel away like he was a rodent, flinging him back to the base of the chanting wall with superhuman strength. Arvel rose from the cold stone weaponless, save the dagger in his boot.

Before Arvel could think of a counterattack, the corpse ran over and knocked him back to the ground. He looked up, breathless, as the Draugr lifted its ancient blade over its head and plunged it down. He had only a moment to respond.

Arvel remembered his ancestor’s words. He could not die in this forgotten tomb. At the last possible second he rolled on his side and grabbed hold of the corpse’s arm. He lunged up and in one fluid motion drew his dagger and planted it in the Draugr’s stark blue eye. The ancient Nord screamed and collapsed to the ground. Slowly, its guttural death cries smoothed. The Draugr’s voice joined the chanting of the wall while the body stayed motionless.

Arvel belted out a cry of triumph. He had defended himself against all the tomb had to offer and now would capture its wealth. But when he opened the chest, it did not radiate with a golden hue like he had hoped. The sole object inside was a large stone tablet, carved with a dragon’s head and an engraved map of Skyrim below it with many dots and markings.

“What in Oblivion is this supposed to be?” Arvel was sorely disappointed. He wanted riches, powerful magic, or anything else he could sell for a quick price in the black markets of Riften. Where was he going to sell this? Still, he shoved it in his bag.

The chanting wall began to grow louder and the defeated Draugr started to twitch on the ground. Arvel knew it was his cue to leave this disappointing tomb, but he needed more. Before the corpse walker could resume its vigilant watch over the wall, Arvel snatched up its sword. As he picked up the blade he noticed a deadly cold chill come from its sharp edge. He was glad he hadn’t been pierced by the weapon. It certainly was better than his old rusty sword, stolen from a bandit in the wilds of Eastmarch.

Arvel escaped through a side passage in the cave. After a quick walk in its dark depths, he saw a light up ahead. He escaped through the cave mouth to the surface world. He was on a ridge above the Falkreath forest. It was midday and the wind heralded clear blue skies. The trees were as green as morning and grew tall among the massive mountains.

Arvel rested for a while on the rocks, disappointed at his lack of treasure but glad to see the sun again. He hadn’t seen the sun for many weeks when his family desperately journeyed west to escape Morrowind during the Red Year. He would never forget it. The ash clouds from Red Mountain had blocked out all light and hope. He knew more than anyone how to appreciate the sun and clear day. The clear air softly kissed him and he closed his eyes for a reprieve.

His rest was interrupted by a familiar smell. Arvel caught the scent of ash and smoke, fire and death. He opened his eyes to see a dark cloud journeying over the mountains. A trail of black smoke rose from the ruin of Helgen.

#ao3 #my fic #update #fan lore #skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr

6 notes · View notes

commander-rahrah · 6 years ago

Text

RESIDENCY (AN OPEN HEART FIC): PART FOURTEEN

Pairing: MC (Jordynne Holland) X Ethan Ramsey X Bryce Lahela; MC X Bryce; MC X Ethan

Masterlist: Click Here

Chapter Rating: M (Swearing, Kissing)

Word Count: 5900+

Description: Ethan and Jordynne receive advice from two lonely hospital patients. The pair of them find comfort in each other.

Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Jordynne’s background is my own creation, based loosely off of MC in-game’s personality and provided with more details.

Author’s Note: Oh, Mrs. Martinez chapter... How it broke my heart. I always wished we had more one on one scenes with MC and Naveen as well, so I wrote one of those! I’m starting to gear up for the hurt and angst -- boy, oh boy it’s a big one. As always any likes, reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated! If you would like to be tagged in future updates please reply or DM me! :)

Taglist: @drakewalkerfantasy @owleyes374 @lahelable @mayar-mahdy @paisleylovergirl @nicquix @emilymay100 @octobereighth @llamasgrl @timmagicktoad @lilyofchoices @msjpuddleduck @mfackenthal @paulfwesley @ccolz88-blog @mindlessdreaminxo

Previous Updates: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part ElevenPart Twelve Part Thirteen

PART FOURTEEN

Drumming her fingers on her clipboard, Jordynne waited nervously for the elevator doors to open. She was headed to check on Naveen, and was doing her best to make sure that nobody noticed her absence on her floor.

And maybe she was hoping a certain Attending would be with Dr. Banerji as well.

They hadn’t had much time together since Bryce had showed up at his office a week earlier. At least not the type of moment she was hoping for. Rounds, and passing by in the cafeteria didn’t really count.

Across the hospital, Ethan hovered at the nurses' station — glancing over his shoulder, trying to keep an eye out for the familiar flicker of blonde hair. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for — he could just page her. But it didn’t feel the same. And he didn’t really want anyone to know he was seeking her out — he didn’t have a good enough excuse for that.

Jordynne darted into the newly constructed wing, ducking under the plastic tarps and into the hallway of Naveen’s room. Quickly padding over, she felt her shoulders sink a little as she realized that the old man was lying in the room all alone. No Ethan in sight.

Noticing the lingering eyes from a few nearby nurses, Ethan pushed himself up off of the counter and started marching through the halls. She had to be around here somewhere.

“Oh, Doctor! Hello!” Two different voices from opposite sides of the hospital caught both of their attention.

Jordynne crossed over to Naveen’s bed, grabbing onto his wrist gently with a smile. “Dr. Banerji, how are you feeling today?”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Naveen my girl.” His other brown hand tapped hers before he clasped it. “But what I really want to know is how you are?”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise, “Me? I’m fi—“

But the old man stopped her with a tsk, “You know, all I do is sit in this bed and stare at the pair of you all day. I notice things.”

Trying to hide the emotion on her face, she grabbed the flip chart from the bottom of the bed and stared at it instead. Licking her pink lips, she questioned him, “And what have you noticed?”

“Well,” He sat up in the bed a little more, and clasped his hands together on his lap, “First, obviously something happened between you two in Miami — other than Ethan selling out my department to the cockroach. Second, you both obviously are not ‘fine’.” He curled his fingers into quotation marks.

Jordynne hesitated, “Did Dr. Ramsey say anything?”

“He doesn’t have to. I’ve known Ethan for a very long time, my dear. It’s very easy to see that he is… conflicted, to say the least.”

She scoffed a little, “Conflicted. Right.” Putting down the chart, she sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the sterile, white wall. “I’m confused — more than anything.”

“About?”

“I never know which Ethan I’m going to get.” She said quietly, staring at her hands in her lap. “The cynical Attending, the cold, calculated researcher, a mentor, or just Ethan.”

Naveen furrowed his dark brows for a moment, thinking, “He’s afraid.”

Jordynne nodded, “I know, he is. But all this waiting and hoping — it’s killing me. I know what I want.” Her soft voice broke a little as she finally looked at Naveen.

The old man gave her a sad smile, “Patience is a virtue? All good things come to those who wait?” He offered.

She let out a breathless laugh.

“Don’t give up on him, Jordynne. Don’t give up on Ethan.” He leaned forward on the bed, and grabbed her elbow gently, “Maybe you’re not meant to be together today, but meant to be in the future.”

She chewed her lip as she felt water forming in her eyes, “I won’t.”

Ethan turned around at the voice next to him, “Oh, Doctor! Hello!”

A small smile spread across his face as he saw Mrs. Martinez walked over to him — her usual IV stand prop was nowhere to be seen. “Look at you, Mrs. Martinez! You look great.”

“Ha, coming from Dr. Handsome, I’ll take it.” She winked, linking her arm in his. The pair walked in silence for a moment, before stopping at the end of the hall in front of the big bright windows. “You just missed her.”

His forehead crinkled in confusion, “What?”

“Dr. Holland.” She said simply, still looking out the window. “I assume that’s who you are looking for.”

Licking his lips, Ethan subtly glanced around them — to make sure no one was listening. The hallway was quiet — only a nurse worked quietly at her station far from them. "What are you talking about, Teresa?” He hissed, keeping his voice low.

She snorted, “Oh, I didn’t realize it was a secret -- since you’re so obvious.”

His blue eyes flashed her a look, “What—“

“The way you two look at each other -- it's like watching a movie. Will they? Won’t they?” She gave him a teasing smile, "You do know I’m an old woman, who does nothing but sit in a bed all day. I notice things.”

Ethan’s shoulders dropped a little, feeling less defensive. “It’s not really that obvious, is it?” He asked quietly.

Mrs. Martinez patted his hand softly, “Only to those who are invested, love. And I know you both quite well by now — so it is clear to me. Is it clear to you?”

He let out a sigh, looking back out the window — watching the cyclists whiz by, pedestrians loitering on the sidewalk below. “It’s not cut and dry, black and white. It’s… complicated.” He hated that word so much now.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated.” God, she sounded just like Jordynne.

He set his jaw in a hard line, “But it is.”

Feeling her turn, Ethan moved to face Mrs. Martinez. She looked up at him — her old eyes turning wise, “You want to know what I think?” Before he could answer, she started speaking again, “I think, the universe sends us exactly what we need, right when we need it.” Her wrinkled face turned into a smile once again, “And I’ve been in this hospital for a very long time, love. And I have never met anyone like that girl.”

Leaning forward, she placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a hearty tap. “So don’t fuck it up.” She said quietly, before padding away back to her room.

Ethan stood dumbfounded for a moment — his eyebrows raised in surprise. Realizing where he was, he blinked himself back to reality before racing back to his office.

_______________________________________________________________________

“Surprise!” The chorus of voices echoed throughout the cafeteria as Mrs. Martinez entered the room. The old woman’s mouth opened, her eyes going wide as she took in everyone.

“Surprise, Mrs. Martinez! We’re so glad to see you healthy enough to leave!” Jordynne wrapped her arm around her shoulder, pressing her into a side hug.

Ethan had to fight the smile growing on his face as he watched the old woman’s face light up. “What… What is all this?”

Harper stepped forward, “You’ve been a staple of this hospital for years. We wanted to send you off properly.” She said, giving her a warm smile.

The old woman wiped at her eyes, "I’m simply… From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

“You deserve it. All of it.” Jordynne said tenderly, before stepping back to let the rest of the hospital staff crowd around Mrs. Martinez. A soft smile spread across her face as she watched.

Ethan sidled up next to her, “Enjoying yourself, Rookie?”

She turned her head, her green eyes meeting his green ones, “This is better than I expected. Mrs. Martinez seems to be enjoying herself too.”

The pair smiled as they watched her deep in conversation, recounting one of her stories with large hand motions.

Ethan crossed his arms over his chest, “I haven’t seen her smile this easily in a long time.”

“I can’t believe you got so many people to come to this.” She waved to the crowd of people in the cafeteria.

He shrugged, “Easy. I just paged them. Mrs. Martinez has been here longer than some of us have been doctors. She’s the heart and soul of Edenbrook.”

He watched her out of the corner of his eye — the proud look on her face, the freckles that dusted her nose, her shiny pink lips. Gulping, he looked away with a furrowed brow, “And, Rookie… don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Her forehead crinkled, “Forgotten what?”

“The day of Declan’s meeting.” He recalled the day, how she had asked him to trust her. That it would be better if he didn’t know. That she was doing whatever it took. “I know you had some hand in this. Perhaps one day you’ll be so kind as to clue me in.”

She bit her lip, “Yeah… one day…”

“Pssst! Jordynne!” Dr. Varma waved her over, and she gave Ethan a polite smile and shrug before walking over to her group of her friends in the corner. He swallowed as Lahela wrapped his arm around her waist easily, drawing her into him as the group put their head together.

What was he trying to do here? They still hadn’t spoken — not like he wanted to. Mrs. Martinez’ words filled his head. Don’t fuck it up.

Blinking himself back to reality, he watched as Jordynne stepped forward with her coffee mug, “Everyone, please raise your glasses for a toast…

“Here’s to Mrs. Martinez and her next big adventure!” People clinked their coffee mugs and paper cups together in the toast. Ethan held his cup in the air for a moment alone, before hugging his back to his chest.

“Thank you all…” She wiped a tear away from her cheek, “So much. I’m so happy to have friends like you all.”

“I still don’t quite understand how you improved so quickly…,” Harper’s face was clouded with a look Ethan knew well — suspicion, confusion. “But I’m happy to see you go. I received word that your ride is here.”

“Wonderful! Dr. Holland, perhaps you can escort me downstairs.” She looped her arm through Jordynne’s like she had done with so many of the doctors and nurses before.

Jordynne gave her a big smile, before muttering something to Mrs. Martinez under her breath. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes soft. Nodding her head towards this entrance, she silently asked for him to join them.

Ethan sidled up to them, offering the crook of his elbow out to Mrs. Martinez, “You sure?” He asked hesitantly, almost glancing back to her group of friends. The pair nodded together. “If that’s what you want.” Using his other hand, he grabbed the handle of her little red suitcase and started walking.

The trio walked in silence down the hall and through the front entrance, all of them taking the time to look at the all too familiar building.

Once they were outside, Teresa took her arms away from the two doctors and took in a big breath of fresh air. She moved her face up, letting the warm sun shine on it. Turning around, she faced them again — tears rolling down her wrinkly cheeks. “For years, I couldn’t wait to get away, but now… part of me will miss this awful place.”

“We’ll miss you too, Mrs. Martinez,” Ethan said gruffly, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Giving him a warm smile, she spoke to him again, “Play nice with Dr. Holland, Ethan dear. You’re lucky to have her.”

“What?” Ethan’s mouth dropped open, his eyes flashing to Jordynne, “I mean… She’s,”

Mrs. Martinez winked at him, “Pick your jaw off of the floor, Dr. Ramsey. A handsome face like that shouldn’t look like a fish.”

He barked out a laugh, “Now go on. Get outta here. Don’t let me see your face around here again, understood?”

“Understood, Ethan.” Opening her arms, she pushed herself into him and gave him a big hug. She gave him a sweet smile, before doing the same to Jordynne. She moved her mouth up to the intern’s ear, speaking too low for him to hear again.

“Look out, world… here I come!” She grabbed onto her rolling suitcase, waddling off towards her car.

The pair watched her for a moment, shoulder to shoulder like normal. He felt Jordynne’s soft skin brush against the back of his hand — they were back to these moments? Accidentally touching that caused that familiar sense of electricity. The lingering moments alone?

Ethan felt his breath hitch slightly as Jordynne laced her fingers through his — the movement slow, questioning. Without thinking about, he moved his fingers around hers — it felt so natural. His thumb stroked across the soft skin of her fingers, memorizing how it felt.

They stood like that long after Mrs. Martinez cab disappeared around the busy corner of downtown Boston — watching the cyclists and cabs go by.

He felt a vibration on his hip, and let out a sigh. “Back to the daily struggle, I suppose.” It took more effort than he thought to undo his fingers from hers, stepping back from her towards the hospital doors. Glancing back, he paused to look at her again, “Rookie…,” There were so many things he could say right now.

“For what it’s worth… Mrs. Martinez saw something special in you.”

Jordynne tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushed pink as she eyed the pavement before looking back up at him. “Do you see it too?”

Smart mouth. He tried to resist the smile aching to spread across his lips, but he gave in. “Since day one.” Grabbing onto the door, he gave her one last look before heading back into the hospital.

_______________________________________________________________________

Jordynne stared catatonic at the dark wall in the on-call room, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Heat spread through her body, and pain burst in her chest. No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It’s not supposed to turn out this way.

A warm hand on her back made Jordynne realize where she was. Setting her jawline, she tried to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.

She knew it was Bryce next to her — he was so familiar. His warmth was radiating off of him like a furnace, his practiced hand rubbing her back with ease. It was usually so comforting — but his touch made the pain in chest hurt more. It added on another layer of heartache. Because it wasn’t his comfort she craved right now.

A loud sob escaped her, and the dam was broken. Tears came down even faster, and she through her face into her hands.

“Hey, hey… It’ll be okay.” Bryce's honeyed voice said. He drew her into his chest, enveloping her in a hug. He nuzzled his face into her neck and hair, placing a kiss there.

Jordynne hated herself.

The rest of the day was a haze. Her friends had convinced her not to tell Chief Emery yet. A few nurses had finally come back to help her, after much convincing from Danny’s part. It was long past her shift now. She had said no to her friends' suggestion to go out, insisting they have fun without her. Bryce had waited, double-checked to make sure she was okay, before giving her a kiss on the check.

Wandering through the hospital halls, she searched for him again.

The cafeteria was almost empty — patients, family members and hospital staff trickling out after the final meal of the day was served. Outside the sun was gone, leaving behind a navy sky that was illuminated by the city lights.

She saw him right away. Somehow he was always the first thing she saw in a room.

Ethan was in his usual corner, nursing the final drags of the coffee he most definitely brought down from his office. A leafy salad sat in front him, barely touched. He wasn’t hungry, she guessed. His finger skimmed across the words of a medical journal, his blue eyes passing over the words without really taking them in.

“Mind if I join you?”Jordynne asked, hesitating near his table.

He looked up at the sound of her voice, his brows furrowing as he took her in. He nudged out the chair across from him in a silent invitation.

“Reading anything good?” She did her best to keep her voice casual, her shaking fingers hidden underneath the table.

He shrugged, his white coat bustling around his muscular shoulders and biceps, “A fairly longwinded examination of the use of social media by physicians.”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips despite her mood, “You don’t strike me as the type to care about social media.”

A wry smile spread across his face, “I don’t. I’m waiting for the results for another of Naveen’s tests. I guess I’m trying to keep myself distracted.”

Jordynne chewed her lip, “I could use a little of that, too. Did — did you hear about Mrs. Martinez?”

She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, “I did.”

The lump in her throat was getting too hard to push down, and there was familiar tightness in her chest, “It was me. I’m the reason she died.”

Ethan took a moment to consider what she said before he snapped his book close, looking around the cafeteria to find the room empty. “Tell me.”

Jordynne started talking and talking — feeling so relieved to have finally told him. The secret had been eating away at her. He had told her his — about Naveen. She wasn’t really sure why she had waited so long. She felt some of the pain in her chest go away — but not enough.

He let out a long breath through his nose, “Well. You wouldn’t be the first doctor to do an utterly idiotic thing for noble reasons. Myself included.”

“I was so sure I was doing the right thing, but now… I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like with my first patient Annie all over again. Or Delores. I’ve second-guessed everything I’ve said to every patient today. I’m terrified of getting it wrong with someone else…” She picked at the tops of her nails nervously, “Or coming back tomorrow to find myself kicked out of the program and not even getting a chance to try again.” She set her jaw as she felt hot tears welling up in her eyes, “And then I think of Mrs. Martinez dying all alone in another country and I feel so selfish for worrying about myself.” The tears splashed onto her cheeks as she finished, not able to take a full breath.

Ethan's warm fingers wrapped around her tan wrist, his thumb massaging into her in smooth, calming circles, “Stop,” He said calmly, before dipping his head down so he could see up into her face, that was bowed down, attempting to hide her tears. “You can’t do this to yourself. What you did was unethical and stupid, and kind.”

“You’re not angry at me?” She asked through the hiccups — trying to catch her breath.

“Anyone who cared about Teresa knew how much she hated being cooped up in this hospital.” He licked his lips as he stared down at his hand still wrapped around her wrist, “I wish you’d considered your own future in all of this, but it’s done now. Marinating in guilt won’t bring her back. You know that. We’ve done this.”

Her blonde ponytail bobbed as she shook her head, “I deserve to feel guilty about this,”

He squeezed her hand a little tighter, “Then your patients will suffer for it. Guilt destroys good doctors, Jordynne. I’ve seen it happen over and over again.”

“So what do I do?” She asked, chewing the inside of her cheek.

“Examine your mistakes, learn from them and let it go.” He said simply.

“That easy, huh?”

“I never said it was easy.” Pulling his hand away from hers, he checked the time on his expensive, leather watch, “I don’t think I’m getting these results today. I think I need to get away for a while if I am going to keep my sanity.”

She watched him wrestle with his own thoughts for a moment, before he spoke again, “I have season tickets at the Boston Opera House… Why don’t you join me?”

Her mouth opened in surprise, “Really? I mean, I was planning to just stay late and work…”

“I know the feeling. When something goes wrong, you want to make up for it immediately. But over the years, I’ve found it most important to let yourself process what happened. Let yourself feel it. And frankly, I consider the opera one of the most beautiful places in the city to let yourself feel.”

“The Doctor Ramsey, workaholic extraordinaire, just admitted that taking a break is good for him?” She teased.

“Rookie, are you coming or not?” He raised his eyebrow, pushing his chair into the cafeteria table.

Gulping a little, she tried to force down the conflicting emotions spreading through her body, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

_______________________________________________________________________

Standing in front of the mirror, Jordynne readjusted the silky black dress one more time. She didn't want to get dolled up — not after everything today. But she wasn’t going to show up to the opera in her jeans and a cardigan.

Ethan was waiting in his Mercedes downstairs. She had risked him driving her to the apartment, and then stopping to let her get changed. She knew nobody would be home.

After quickly pinching her cheeks, and teasing her hair, Jordynne spritzed on some perfume to mask the smell of the hospital on her, before leaving the apartment in her kitten heels as fast as she could.

Her steps faltered as she rounded the corner outside of her building, and saw Ethan leaning against his black car. He had changed too — a dinner jacket was now covering the white button-up shirt he had worn to work today. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile when he saw her, “You look nice.”

She felt her cheeks tinge pink, “Thanks. So do you. Do you keep a dinner jacket in your car or something?” She teased.

It was his turn to be embarrassed, as his smile turned sheepish and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh my god, I was joking. You actually do?”

“Well, I like to be prepared and this is a perfect example of why I do it.”

She laughed, “For emergency visits to the opera?”

“Yes. For emergency visits to the opera.” He rolled his blue eyes at her, before opening up the passenger door for her, “Get in the car, Jordynne.”

Her breath faltered a bit as he got into the driver’s seat. His scent was more apparent — the sandalwood and leather. Had he put on cologne? His hair seemed a little tidier too.

“Ready?” He questioned, catching her staring at him.

“Mhm,” She said quietly, nodding her head as she looked out the windshield and tried to focus on the road ahead of them.

The Boston Opera House was stunning. Jordynne had only ever walked passed it. Ethan let out a quiet chuckle as she looked around them in awe at the large chandeliers and gold details lining the ceiling.

She faltered a little as she felt Ethan place his large, warm hand onto the small of her back. “We’re just over here,” He gestured, before guiding her over a set of grand stairs.

The usher waved his arm, showing them into a private box, its walls and two close seats offering an intimate space. A gasp escaped Jordynne as she took in the breathtaking view of the stage. “You didn’t have to get us such fancy seats,”

Ethan chuckled again, “I didn’t. This is my box. It’s always waiting when I need it.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Wow…,” She looked around herself in awe as she moved towards the chairs,” Thanks so much for letting me come. These are great seats to see the opera for free. I feel so special.”

“No, thank you. I don’t frequently have the opportunity to attend, so I usually donate these.”

She raised her eyebrow at him, “Oh, in that case, I won’t feel special.”

He let out a warm laugh, “You can feel however you wish. I certainly don’t often invite…” He paused, “Companions to join me.” Ethan kept his hand on the back of Jordynne’s chair as she sat down, his hand brushing across the skin of her shoulder accidentally as he pulled away and sat down next to her. Their shoulders nearly touching.

The lights dimmed and the sounds of the orchestra beginning their overture filled the room. The red curtains pulled back to reveal a starry set. A woman stepped out into the light, her mournful voice filling the room as she began to sing in Italian.

Jordynne clasped her hands on her lap, awestruck as she listened to the beautiful song — but not understanding the words. “I wish I could understand her." She muttered to herself.

Ethan shifted in his chair, leaning into Jordynne as he whispered to her, “That’s Alessandra, a young noblewoman engaged to marry an older man. But she’s in love with Damarion instead.” His face was so close to hers now, his cologne even more intoxicating than it was in the car. “What unknown emotion now fills me? I feel that my whole being is in the grip of love.” Ethan recites the line, translating the mournful, Italian lyrics for her.

“You speak Italian?” Jordynne whispered back, sounding a little breathless.

Even in the dim light, she watched him blush. “I taught myself a little. I’ve also seen this opera to many times to count.”

Ethan continued to narrate the story of the opera — Alessandra dying, Damarion searching the underworld for her until he finds her at last again, “She won’t go with him. She says he promised her a beautiful life together, but he was nothing but a liar…”

Images of Mrs. Martinez face flashed into her head — and then Annie convulsing in her bed on her first day, the look of horror Dolores gave her during Jordynne’s diagnosis, the little boy as she referred him to oncology. Hot tears started to trickle down her cheeks, the water falling off of her face and onto her hands in her lap.

“Jordynne? Are you alright?” Twisting in his seat, he moved his face towards hers. His eyebrows furrowed in concern as he noticed her cheeks shining wet. He gently moved his thumb across her cheeks, brushing the tears away.

Reaching up, Jordynne grabbed onto his hand, her fingers tentatively brushing against his — asking silent permission. His blue eyes met her green ones in the dark room — his eyes troubled and worried. But he interlaced his fingers with her easily — holding onto her tightly, their hands falling into his lap.

“What happens next?” She asked quietly — she wasn’t sure if she was asking about the opera or them.

Ethan swallowed, thinking. She could hear his breath was a little ragged, nervous in the intimate space. Licking his lips he finally spoke up, “Now, Alessandra is setting Damarion to a task. One to prove himself in the living world…” He continues to speak softly in her ear, describing as Damarion is slain and carried to the underworld, where he is finally reunited with his love among the dead.

Jordynne glanced up at Ethan as the audience bursts into applause and noticed in the light the glimmer of a tear in the corner of his eye. He wiped at it nonchalantly.

Without thinking about it, Jordynne leaned towards him. He turned to look over at her — his eyebrows furrowed as he studied her face. Moving forward, she gently pressed her lips to his. The applause thundered in her ears, but it was drowned out by the pounding of her heart as she felt Ethan kiss her back, deepening the kiss. Their fingers stilled laced together on his lap, his fingers squeezing hers.

“Jordynne…” He pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I—“ She closed her eyes, not wanting to see that look again. The one she was beginning to get all too familiar with. She didn’t want to have this discussion again — it killed her every time. She moved to take her hand back from his, feeling a little resistance as he held onto it for a moment longer until her hand was free. Standing up, she turned her back to him and leaned up against the railing of the private box.

“You know how complicated this is.”

Her body went on alert as she felt him step behind her. Turning around, he wasn’t very far from her — his eyebrows were furrowed in pain and longing, his blue eyes pleading.

“It’s not complicated, Ethan. Not for me.” She admitted, more tears welling up in her eyes, falling easily. Apparently, that’s all she could do today — was cry.

He raised his hand, brushing the lingering tears away from her face once more. Jordynne leaned into the feeling of his fingers on her face, pushing her face into his hand as he cupped her face.

“Dammit, Jordynne —“ His voice broke as his own tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Moving his hand down, he grabbed onto her chin gently before pulling her face to his.

He kissed her softly, his lips moving over hers gently as his arms wrapped her into him easily. His fingers waved through her blonde hair as she circled her arms around his strong waist, her fingers grabbing onto the fabric of his suit jacket.

Even with the long, drawn-out kisses Jordynne finally felt like she could breathe again — the tightness in her chest suspending at the moment. Her heart thundering, her fingers winding into his clothes — anything to stay like this for as long as she could.

The house lights turning on broke the moment — and the pair pulled away reluctantly. His blue eyes stared at her pink lips hungrily — eyeing how the sensitive skin around her mouth was red from his rough stubble. “Come on, I — I should drive you home.”

The walked closely to his car, arms and fingers gently bumping into each other. It was casual enough, in case they saw someone they knew. But intimate enough for them to cause jolts of electricity to spread throughout Jordynne’s skin every time he touched her.

Ethan opened her door once again, before climbing into the driver’s seat afterward. The pair sat in silence for a moment — he didn’t reach to turn the car on, their seatbelts hanging off the sides of their seats. There was no music or light — they just sat in the silent, dark car — the streetlight from outside sending in a warm glow.

Then, within an instant, the pair turned to each other, pulling one another into the tight space of the car, the lips crashing onto each other once more. Ethan’s trained fingers went into her hair, tangling her blonde waves as he somehow pulled her more into him. Jordynne’s hands were on his chest and around his neck, feeling his warm skin and muscles, his hammering heart that was on pace with hers.

Ethan’s lips were fervent on hers, kissing her harder and deeper than he had in the Opera House. Her finger’s traveled curled around his shirt, knotting in fists as she pulled him against her and he groaned softly.

Jordynne had never wanted anything so bad in her life. Everything about this, about him, was making her mind swirl and heart pound in her chest. His cologne, the smell of his shampoo, his soft, thick curls, his hard muscular chest. How he still tasted like coffee even though it had been hours since he had his last cup. How gentle and tender his kisses could be, and the powerful, deep ones he was giving her now. The dinner jacket he kept in his car. How he opened the door for her. His whispers in her ear as he translated Italian for her.

A sudden knock at the window caused them to freeze. Pulling his mouth away from hers, Ethan looked sheepishly over his shoulder to find a parking attendant with his arms crossed over his chest. The man pointed to his watch and then to the parking sign just in front of them.

“I suddenly feel like a high school senior again,” Ethan said, smiling sheepishly and he started searching in his jacket for his car keys.

The pair burst out laughing, running their hands through their disheveled hair and clothes.

As the engine roared to life, the pair glanced over at each other, noticing their swollen pink lips, their skin flushed and breath still a little ragged. Biting his lip, Ethan turned on the radio and started to drive.

Jordynne stared out the window, watching the city lights blur as Ethan drove down the downtown Boston streets. She rested her head on the glass, closing her eyes and humming along to the song on the radio for a moment — the events of the day finally catching up with her. Her fingers tensed up into a fist as her thoughts started getting the best of her.

She opened her eyes as she felt Ethan’s hand on hers — his fingers working through her fist and relieving the tension. He intertwined his fingers with hers easily before placing their hands onto her lap. Looking down at her hands, she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. Glancing over at Ethan, he was focused on the road — his other hand draped across the steering wheel. His jaw was set though — he was thinking, his eyebrow furrowed just the littlest bit.

As his Mercedes pulled up next to her building, Jordynne gulped. What happens next?

“Is it selfish that I don’t want tonight to end?” She asked quietly.

Ethan’s fingers squeezed around hers, “No… I’m not looking forward to facing reality tomorrow either.”

She reluctantly pulled her hand away from his, searching for her purse at her feet.

“Here, let me walk you to the door.” Ethan moved to take off his seatbelt, but Jordynne stopped him.

“It’s okay.”

“No, I insist—“

“Honestly, it will just make saying goodnight so much harder.” She bit her lip, her eyes lingering on his mouth.

Ethan nodded understandingly. He moved his hand off the steering wheel, gently pushing back a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. His touch lingered, before moving down her jawline and grabbing her chin. Gently, he pulled her face to his — placing a soft, long kiss on her lips. She only got a moment to kiss him back, before he pulled away.

“Thank you for tonight, Ethan.” She said quietly, her hand grabbing the door handle.

He cleared his throat, a little nervous, “Did it help?”

“Get my mind off Mrs. Martinez? Not really.” When she saw his shoulders deflate, she quickly spoke again. “But I feel better, you know?”

A tender smile spread across his face, “I do. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? No more guilt.”

“I’ll try.” She played with the hair that Ethan had tucked behind her ear. “Goodnight,” Opening the door, she stepped out into the cool night air. Taking the few steps to her building, she looked back to see Ethan still waiting, peering through the windshield. Unlocking the entryway door, she gave him a small wave before stepping inside. Watching the door close, she saw the black Mercedes speed away.

Part Fifteen

43 notes · View notes

dank-hp--memes · 6 years ago

Text

Pulling at Heartstrings: Chapter 1

This focuses on Ulana story with Valery. She falls ill and has an all but pleasant encounter with Comrade Charkov... This will be an ongoing story (for now).

Tags: @shit-in-silk-stocking

September 1986

Ulana's apartment, Minsk

Ulana is sitting alone in her kitchen, a cup of tea sitting in front of her along with a desolate slice of toast. It had been six weeks since she had last seen Valery in person. She had holed herself up in her apartment, feeling extremely sick almost every day that week, and it was only getting worse. She had returned to Minsk to work and to attempt to understand what exactly happened at Chernobyl. Ulana had assumed that the comfort of her own home may help her concentrate; though, she rarely spends any time at home. Over her week at home, Ulana has hardly eaten, for there is very little food in her house. Even if there was food to be made, Ulana is a hopeless cook. Not that it mattered much, for she had been struggling to keep almost anything she ate down. Anything she did not throw up did not have much sustenance to it. So, she sits in silence, staring at her tea, cautious not to drink too much, fearing it may make her sick.

Overwhelmed with exhaustion, Ulana rests her head on her hand. It had been weeks, maybe even months since she has slept properly. Even before the Chernobyl disaster, she rarely got a good night’s sleep. As of late, she had succumbed to horrible headaches. At least once a day, causing her to need to lay down. Though she often lays down to rest, she still struggles to sleep. Many nights, Ulana is haunted by nightmares, waking after only a few hours in a cold sweat; sometimes, there is no nightmare at all, and she simply jolts awake. When it isn’t her horrible dreams, Ulana is kept awake by her nausea. Some nights, she sits on her bathroom floor wrapped in a blanket, leaning against the wall as she waits for the nausea to pass.

She stirs her tea and sighs. It had not only been six weeks since she had seen Valery, but it had also been six weeks since she had heard from him at all. There had been no phone calls or letters, it almost seemed as though he had forgotten her. Like he had pushed the thought of her aside. Ulana sighs and proceeds to pick apart her cold toast, crumbling up the pieces. It was one of the few things that did not make her feel ill. She sighs and rubs her temples, not knowing what to do.

There is a gentle knock on the door, making Ulana jump. She looks over at her door, wondering if she should answer. There is another knock. Ulana swallows and stands up, slowly walking to the door. Upon opening the door she sees her colleague, Dimitri, standing just outside. A look of relief washes over his face at the sight of her.

“Dimitri…” Ulana says in slight surprise.

“So, you just don’t show up to work for a week. I thought you might have died” Dimitri says, laughing a little as he gives her a gentle hug.

“I-I haven’t been feeling well” Ulana says softly, a bit relieved to see Dimitri.

“I can tell. You look like shit” Dimitri says, chuckling as he steps inside.

Ulana watches as Dimitri looks around her apartment, it is dark and dingy. She has been living on her own for over ten years now, and she is normally never home, leaving her apartment rather messy.

Dimitri walks around, looking at her kitchen first. Her sink is full of dishes, and her kitchen is generally messy. He opens up her refrigerator. It is empty except got a few odd items. He uncaps the milk and smells it, gagging because of the rancid smell.

“Good god, how old is this?” Dimitri says, laughing as he dumps it out.

Ulana sits back down at her kitchen table and shudders, able to smell the expired milk from where she sits. “That’s a good question” She says, chuckling tiredly.

Dimitri shakes his head and smiles as he glances at her. “You’re hopeless” He teases as he begins to shuffle through the few things in her barren pantry.

There is an almost empty container of oats, a small bag of rice, some sugar, and a tin of tea. Dimitri shakes his head and glances at Ulana, wondering how she has survived this long on her own. He straightens up and proceeds into the living room. It is rather dark and dusty. The windows are covered by a set of particularly ugly patterned curtains that Ulana had never gotten around to changing. A few blankets lay bunched up on the couch, and some extremely old newspapers sit on the coffee table along with a pot, containing the remnants of a long dead plant. Dimitri throws open the curtains and suppresses a cough from the thick layer of dust that was disturbed. He thinks to open the window, but decides against it, remembering the radiation reading of eight milliroentgen. After folding the blankets and discarding the dead plant, Dimitri returns to the kitchen. He approaches Ulana and leans against the table. She looks up at him, and the severity of her exhaustion becomes more apparent. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her dark circles are more visible in the light. Ulana’s hair is greasy and tangled, and her grey hairs seeming more apparent. She seems to have aged years in the week she had not been to work.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up, and I will go out and get some groceries. I will make you breakfast” Dimitri says as he leans on the kitchen table.

Ulana looks up at him and shakes her head, smiling a little as she looks back down at her tea. She takes a sip and sighs.

“You are too kind Dimitri. You do not have to cook for me” She says softly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“You obviously cannot cook for yourself, and you are horrible at asking for help” Dimitri teases, tilting his head as he looks at her.

“You are not wrong” Ulana says, taking another sip of her tea and pausing for a moment, “Fine, you can cook for me, but nothing too fancy Dimitri”

Ulana then gets up and disappears into her room, she grabs the spare key to her apartment and gives it to Dimitri.

“Just holler when you get back” Ulana says as she finishes up her tea.

Dimitri smiles and takes the key as he pulls his coat back on. Ulana watches as he leaves, the smile fading from her lips. A moment passes and she glances at the sink, then at her mug. Slowly, she gets up and places the mug amongst the many overflowing dishes within the sink. She looks down at them, shuddering as she is overcome by nausea. She leans over the sink, her hands gripping the counter, as she uses what little strength remains in her exhausted state to suppress the urge to vomit. She opens her eyes as the nausea passes, sweat glistens on her flushed cheeks. Ulana straightens up, her vision becoming tunneled and blurry. Upon taking a step, she collapses, hitting the side of her head against the table. She falls unconscious, blood gushing from a gash on the side of her head and pooling around her. Ulana fades in and out of consciousness, groaning softly as she feels someone lift her off the ground.

She came too in a room that was not her own, the gash on her head wrapped in bandages. Whitewashed walls surrounded her, and the lights in the room are blinding. Ulana’s eyes wandered around the room, her vision blurry and eyelids heavy. She could see the outline of a figure sitting beside her bed reading a rather large book. For a moment, hope surges through her, maybe it was him.

“Valery?” She mumbles, not truly able to make out who it was.

“Oh, Khomyuk, your finally awake” A voice says, but it is not Valery’s.

It is a voice Ulana does not recognize. The voice is greasy and cold. It sends chills up her spine and makes her hairs stand on end. She groans a little as she attempts properly sits up. She blinks to clear her cloudy vision. An older man with grey-white hair and ashy, wrinkled skin sits beside her bed. He wears thick-rimmed black glasses with dirty lenses that obscure his icy eyes. He slowly grins, showing his slightly yellowing teeth. The sight of his maniacal grin makes her shudder.

“Who are you?” Ulana asks, her voice shaking with fear and confusion.

“Do I not get a thank you? I did save your life after all?” Charkov says, raising the two furry caterpillars he calls eyebrows in surprise.

“How can I thank a man I do not know?” Ulana replies, leaning back against her pillows, unable to hold herself up much longer.

Charkov smiles, finding her amusing. “I am the KGB's first deputy chairman, Charkov” He says, a nefarious grin crossing his lips.

It takes a moment for Ulana to process this information. She sits, staring at him. Her eyes wide, and her lips slightly parted. It is as if her super-computer of a brain cannot comprehend the words that just came from the man’s lips. Ulana shakes her head and looks at him, her eyes burning into him. The sudden cautious and accusing look almost startles Charkov.

“What would you want with me?” Ulana growls, becoming very defensive against Charkov as fear rises within her.

“Oh Khomyuk, the KGB must keep a close eye on the most inquisitive of citizens. And you, my dear, have been caught sticking your nose where it does not belong” Charkov says, giving her a faux-friendly smile.

“But why are you here… Do you not have more important things to do?” Khomyuk whispers, still glaring at Charkov, who is sitting beside her IV/morphine drip.

“Well, I came because I wanted to take a look at your chart myself. So, this has become something of a personal trip…” Charkov says, his greasy voice hanging in the cool air as a sadistic grin crosses his face.

“W-Why would you want to-” Ulana begins, overwhelmed with a sense of confusion and dread.

“Comrade, you and I both know that a seemingly healthy woman does not just suddenly become sick and collapse” Charkov says, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he grabs her chart.

Ulana struggles, trying to get up, but Charkov stops her, turning up her morphine drip. He doubles her morphine dose, turning it up from 3 mg to 6mg every four hours. Ulana lays back after a few moments as the morphine begins to take effect, her body feeling as though it is made of lead. She slowly becomes drowsy, feeling lightheaded as the room begins spinning. She forces herself to stay awake, watching the perverse expressions that cross Charkov,s face as he reads.

“My my Khomyuk, you have been a busy woman” Charkov says, a vicious look crossing his face.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ulana says, gritting her teeth as she glairs at him, her fists clenched around the sheets of the hospital bed.

“Oh, so you didn’t know” Charkov says giving her a look of sadistic joy.

“Well, you shouldn’t be allowed to keep it, assuming he is really the father” Charkov mumbles, more to himself than to her.

“What the hell are you talking about” Ulana growls, his vagueness absolutely infuriating her.

Charkov chuckles a little. It is a cold and vicious chuckle that should not belong to a man. He reaches down and places his hand on the small curve of her stomach, caressing it with his thumb, causing Ulana to shudder.

“I thought you would have realized, comrade Khomyuk. You are pregnant” Charkov says, licking his lips as they curl in a fiendish grin.

Upon hearing this, Ulana’s lips part slightly and she stares at Charkov in horrorstricken awe. She looks down at her stomach for a moment, thinking back to the last time she and Valery had been together. Her heart began to ache as she recalled that blissful night around six weeks ago. It was their last night together before she returned to Minsk. After that, she had not heard from him. Almost as if she were forgotten, like a foggy memory, pushed to the back of one’s mind.

“So, what makes this any of your business?” Ulana says defiantly as Charkov caresses her stomach with his rough hand, making her hair stand on end.

“The love child of a top Soviet scientist is my business comrade” Charkov says, tilting his head slightly as he looks down at her.

Charkov then pauses and runs his hand down her stomach. His hand travels beneath the hospital sheets and down onto Ulana’s soft thigh. He can feel her shivering from his touch.

“Quite the stubborn woman you are Khomyuk” Charkov says with a cold chuckle as his hand slides up her hospital gown.

There is another pause as Charkov traces his finger over her, violating her. Ulana grits her teeth glaring at him with pure rage.

“Of course, we cannot allow you to keep the baby” Charkov says as he places his hand back on Ulana’s stomach, running his thumb along her stomach.

“I believe that is my decision to make” Ulana says, her voice breaking as anger rises in her and tears come to her eyes.

“Oh Khomyuk, you are so naïve” Charkov mumbles, shaking his head.

Slowly, Charkov moves his hand up her stomach. He cups it around her breast as he gives a cynical grin, squeezing her tender breast a little, causing her to flinch.

“I doubt you did not notice how tender your breasts have become…” Charkov whispers, his greasy voice making her shiver.

He places both of his hands upon her breasts and squeezes them, causing Ulana to whimper.

“Stop!” Ulana groans in disgust, trying to pull away, but her body hardly moves. Charkov ignores her pleas and leans down over her, his nails digging into her soft breasts, drawing blood in some places.

“You have been very naughty Khomyuk, I do hope you will learn your lesson” He whispers, as he puts all of his weight on her chest, causing her to gasp for air.

Charkov chuckles a little at the desperate look on Ulana's face. He and shakes his head as he leans back, taking the pressure off her chest. “Get some rest comrade Khomyuk. I have heard that the recovery you will be going through is a long process” he says, his voice icy as he ups her morphine dose once again. He has had his fun with her for the day, now he has real work to do. Ulana watches as Charkov puts her chart back, her vision beginning to fade as he leaves the room. Hardly a few seconds pass after Charkov leaves before Ulana has passed out.

#Valery Legasov/Ulana Khomyuk #chernobyl #chernobyl hbo #chernobylhbo #ChernobylHBO fanfic #ulana khomyuk #valery legasov #boris shcherbina #Emily Watson #Jared Harris #Stellan Skarsgard #fanfiction #fanfic #chernobyl fanfic

12 notes · View notes

caitbalfes · 7 years ago

Photo

He Who Waits for Something Good (10/?)

Jamie & Claire | Modern AU | At forty-five, Jamie fears he will never meet someone that measures up to the woman of his dreams. (AO3)

About a year ago I posted the very first chapter of this fic, appropriately tagging it #oh god why am i posting this (I’m still asking myself that same question). So... Happy Ficaversary to HWWFSG! (*throws confetti*) (Actually the fact that it’s been a year and I’m now posting chapter 10 just tells you how bad I am at updating my fics......)

I. Woman of His Dreams • II. Fragments of Memory • III. Dreams of Old • IV. Eye of the Hurricane • V. Days of Joy • VI. Thoughts of You • VII. The Day Before… • VIII. Anniversary of Silver • IX. ... The Night We Met

X. Memories of That Night

December 16, 2017

“I didn’t know.”

Jamie felt the anger flare up again. “Didn’t know? Ye mean to tell me you approached me at the exhibition and it was a coincidence?”

Her eyes snapped to his. “No, all right? It wasn’t a coincidence. I recognised you—how could I not? I see you in my daughter every day.” She took a breath before continuing. “I didn’t come to Scotland to find you, if that’s what you thought. Meeting you was a coincidence, talking to you was not.”

I feel cheated of twenty years we could’ve had together. So that was the truth then. They really missed out on all that time. They’d really met before.

“I didn’t tell you about her because . . . well, I didn’t know. I don’t know what else to tell you.

“The full story. Ye can start with that.”

“Fine. Okay. We met in Inverness, twenty years ago. It was when I was here with Frank—I told you about that. We met in a bar—do you remember?”

“Vaguely.” At least he supposed his subconscious remembered, given his dreams about her.

“Well, you were pissed anyway, so I’m not surprised you don’t remember. I don’t remember much myself. I’d had a nasty fight with Frank, and at the time I was certain we were headed for divorce. I went to the pub to soothe my heartache. That’s when I met you.”

Jamie did remember that. He remembered the dim light of the pub, and the smell of the whiskey she’d been drinking.

“My memory gets fuzzy from thereon, but I remember—” Her eyes darted to the floor. “I remember we were at your place—hotel room, I think.”

“Aye . . . my hotel room . . .”

“I don’t know exactly what happened, but we had sex—obviously,” she added, glancing towards the other room, where Brianna was. “I remember the morning much more clearly. I woke up before you and left instantly. God, I was so ashamed. No matter the problems I had in my marriage, I was married and I’d . . .”

Claire turned away from him, eyes screwed shut. She took a deep breath and continued, “Though, ironically, you saved my marriage.”

That made Jamie raise his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes,” she chuckled. “That was one of our problems, you see, that I thought I couldn’t have children. I wanted to adopt a child, but Frank didn’t. We fought about it a lot. And then . . . Brianna happened. When I was pregnant, I never thought she could be yours.”

Yours.

Jamie couldn’t wrap his head around it. He had been so focused on confronting Claire and the fact that they had me before that he’d forgotten the most important thing: he had a daughter. His daughter. Brianna.

“We were happy. Finally, we would have the family we always wanted.” Claire smiled wistfully. “Out blissful relationship soon became strained, though. You see, Frank’s baby didn’t look at all like Frank’s baby. I think he suspected something early on, but he didn’t say anything. He was too happy about being a father to care too much about something like hair colour.”

“I take it that changed over time. What happened?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. Suddenly I just knew he was aware, but he never said anything. We didn’t talk about. Our relationship changed, but his love for Brianna didn’t.”

“I see.”

“Anyway, at the time, I had no way of contacting you. I couldn’t really inform you she was yours. Besides, it was easier just pretending she was Frank’s.”

Jamie nodded. He understood. For all he felt betrayed—not by Claire, but by time and circumstances—he understood.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” Claire offered. She looked so apologetic. She must’ve thought that he was still angry.

Jamie took her hand in his. “I’m not angry ye lied, Sassenach. I’m sad that ye felt ye couldna tell me—couldna trust me not to judge you.”

“I do trust you, Jamie.”

He pulled her in for a hug. Holding her close always calmed him.

They stood like that for a long time, until Jamie finally said, “Ye havena told Brianna.”

Claire shook her head. “I don’t know what she’d make of it.”

“Will ye?” He tried not to sound too hopeful. He wanted to know his daughter, but it wasn’t as simple as just walking up to her and say ‘Hello, I’m yer da.’

“Not now.” Seeing Jamie’s expression, Claire rushed to add, “It would be better if she got to know you first. I do plan on telling her, she deserves to know . . . and you deserve for her to know you properly. I just don’t want it to come as a big shock.”

“I think it’ll be a shock no matter how or when you tell her.”

“I know, but I’m hoping I can soften the blow. If she knows you, if she likes you, maybe she’ll accept it.”

“Do ye—do ye think she will? Like me, that is.” He couldn’t help the shyness creeping into his voice.

“I know she will. Come on, I think it’s time you and her had a proper conversation.”

#outlander fanfic #outlander fic #jamie x claire #outlander #fic: he who waits for something good #ff #jc ff #ina writes

139 notes · View notes

sevngmin · 7 years ago

Text

family doctor!seungmin

a/n: it was hard to find pictures of clinics;-; so i tried to go according to colour scheme! this fic is also dedicated to the 2 seungmin stans, annie and jupiter,, i hope yall like it^^// request

seungmin... graduated at the top of his class for family medicine

cute looks+good grades?? destined to do well fam

eventually he became a doctor in seoul national univ. hospital, one of the top hospitals in seoul

his niche wasnt really paediatrics but he enjoyed the company of children that the ceo gave him the offer in the department

seungmin declined, choosing to stay in family medicine

however patients who are fairly young are always numbered to his room so its all good

sometimes he’s on ER(emergency room) duty and 80% of female patients develop an instant crush on him

its funny cause when he measures their heart rate it spikes abnormally high and he gets flustered, “why is your heart rate so high?”

and doesnt notice the growing blush in their cheeks

anyhow, that was on rare occasions when he needs to cover duties for his colleague and close friend, jeongin

seungmin always wears this white coat with pororo stickers decorated on his name tag

coat pockets filled with candy and stickers to reward the children for behaving well

really hates to administer injections as he really doesnt want to hurt the children

but for the sake of their health he had to

and shower them with loads of candies and stickers after that

sometimes he’s also a FPC(first patient clinic) doctor

fpc: a doctor assigned to a particular patient with complicated problems, to avoid confusion, these patients go to the same doctor consequently for their diagnosis and reports

and when he sees familiar faces his eyes light up 10 times more, eyes crinkling into crescents

he’s just so friendly, children dont even hate going to the doctor’s because of him

while checking their lungs seungmin would squat down to their eye-level to talk to them, to distract them

children willingly open their mouths to let him check their tonsils too

children rarely cry during his consulations, because seungmin is that good with children

and they go out happy

which makes you wonder what kind of spell seungmin casts on the kids to make them happy

you, a permanent in the ER, deal with all sorts of people everyday

frantically rushing in every minute, life and death right at its doorstep

sometimes you see seungmin in the ER for cover duty, and he was definitely a sight for sore eyes

but you never approached him, not wanting him to see you in messy hair and makeup almost all gone

you always see him cooped up in his room during lunch break, and you also didnt have the courage to ask him out for lunch, since the both of you werent close either

in reality, seungmin always cooks his own lunch and saves them in a bento to eat during lunch break

its much more economical and healthy, the only times he eats from outside are company gatherings or jeongin forcing him to come along which he would immediately agree imo

seungmin’s cooking is actually one of the best out of all of the doctors, since he lives alone and living on ramen wasnt exactly the healthiest

which lowkey explains why he’s so damn smart, both booksmart and streetsmart

strangely, he hasnt have much experiences with girls

all of his knowledge are from romcom kdramas btw

but he does know how to be a gentleman around girls,, a huge plus point

aNYWHO the gods decided to shine on you and seungmin was in ER duty for this whole month

because jeongin was down with pneumonia, and was unfit for duty

definitely not missing out naggings from seungmin saying he should stop eating churros

you knew jeongin fairly well, as your same-shift colleague in the ER with a very cute friend

and when he was down with pneumonia you didnt know whether to thank him or kill him

because, seungmin would take over jeongin, which meant he would be on the same shift as you

you got to see him, but also you didnt want him to see you

what will he think of you? will he hate you? many questions filled your mind

all of them were forgotten the moment seungmin approached you to say hi

“hi, im seungmin! im from the family doctors’ side, but im here to cover jeongin for the month. and ive seen you around, but i didnt really catch your name.”

“i-i’m y/n! im a permanent here. jeongin’s friend too.” you stuttered, which made seungmin giggle

you stared at him weirdly, which made him clear his throat, “im sorry i mustve offended you.”

“no... its fine. i understand that ER duty isnt the best and we’re on night duty too.”

seungmin looked slightly offended at your rebuttal, but still regained his composure

usually, there werent many patients at night but there was this one little boy who couldnt stop crying because of a high fever

you were flustered, as jeongin was the one who always tended to younger patients

just then, a knight in white armour(quite literally) came rushing by your side to placate the crying child

the child stopped crying as soon and seungmin tended to him, and the whole consultation was just a breeze

the poor child had suffered from chicken pox, and he had to be isolated in a different room in the hospital

both you and seungmin were sad, the child would be both lonely and in pain(?)

since the child brought down the mood for the both of you, you decided to get 2 cups of hot cocoa to cheer him and yourself up

“don’t worry. the child will get better.” you patted his arm(which was your boldest move of the day), handing him the hot cocoa

he looked at you with puppy eyes, the brightening up slightly, “i hope he will.”

“he will, with your expertise, im sure he will soon.” you comforted, unaware that seungmin’s heart was beating wildly at your comment.

seungmin was practically skipping back home when his shift ended

now night shifts wasnt as suckish anymore with you around seungmin

the both of you would always joke around with each other, you “accidentally” squirting saline solution onto seungmin and he’d be like

“hEy y/n this would be a good time to express my affection for you!!”

you’d be like nell ho bc 1. you didnt want to get soaked and 2. too close for your heart to function properly

mostly 2.

but the both of you stop your playful banter until chan came along to tell the both of you off to “stop acting like a love-struck couple”

even after his duty in the ER, seungmin would approach you for lunch break, to jeongin’s surprise

hes like, “hyung, you never ever ask me to go for lunch”

“im sick of my food anyway”

“sStop LyING i know you like y/n”

“i suddenly love jjangmyeon lets order some and share with her”

sometimes seungmin would cook you a bento too, knowing youre too busy

aww

tbh you were starting to catch on a lil but you didnt want to give yourself false hope

until one day jeongin steps in to play cupid

sOoooo jeongin tells you that seungmin needs help with some wound dressing thingy

which you nearly wanted to question him but went with it anyway

and when youre in seungmin’s room there was no patient, only seungmin attentively typing away on his desktop

and he was wearing black-rimmed round glasses with slightly curled hair

a whole boyfriend look ngl

but you shook that off, asking seungmin if he needed help with anything

seungmin tilted his head in confusion, “no..?”

just then, the lock of the door went click, signalling that it was locked

“jeongin.” the both of you sighed in unison, shaking your heads

you were unsure of what to do, so you just released your ponytail and sat on the examination bed

“rough day?” seungmin speaks up, gulping slightly

“yeah, there were so many patients today.” you sighed, “even the nurses werent enough to help.”

“stop talking and confess already!” you hear jeongin’s voice at the other side of the door, as the both of you widened your eyes

“confess... what?” seungmin laughed awkwardly

“yeah... what?” you smiled awkwardly, avoiding seungmin’s eyes

seungmin decided that he needed to man up and say something about it, so he just got up from his seat and brisk-walked towards you

and he cups your face ever so gently and says,

“can i kiss you?”

you were flustered, and nodded meekly

and yes that was you and seungmin’s first kiss and love

young love

when will i ever

anyhow!! seungmin would always pick you up from home to the hospital and vice versa

sometimes he stays over at your place,, your mom doesnt mind

because!whatta sweet man bringing my daughter home!!so that she saves on train fares

seungmin shocks you everytime you find out something new about him

just like at a company gathering, all of the doctors gathered at a karaoke and seungmin went up first with a day6 song

and his vocals?? sWOON

and next he sang stitches and had hes eyes on you all the time

but heres the thing... the both of you cant let the entire hospital find out about your relationship if you wanna live in peace

so the both of you are like business terms until you step out of the hospital lol

would make you food! Everyday!

and also eat with you during lunch

wouldnt mind ER duties bc ur there

highkey wants to send a complaint to make you work at paediatrics so yall can see each other more often

backhugs! are! a! thing!

be it seungmin hugging you or you hugging him... the both of you live for hugs

likes to link pinkies

star watching at the rooftop... peaceful

with hot chocolate in hands too

there was once you got really sick and had to stay home

seungmin was dead worried he even took days off to take care of you

doctor kim doesnt only take care of kids

his masters aint for nothing

people started to wonder why the both of you were off work at the same time lol but they just shrugged it off

except jeongin

jeongin wants the both of you to get married

and the both of you do

BONUS:

the whole hospital didnt know of your relationship until you started to send out wedding invitations

“youre getting married to dr kim?? seungmin?? from our hospital??” was prolly the most asked question after “congrats! when are yall having kids??”

you were lucky it was a secret till you marriage lol

fast forward to when you gIve birth wOOSH

isnt this bonus too much of one

seungmin didnt want to faint so he was just by your side helping you keep c a l m

you had much more strength than he thought you would so he smiled:)thru:)the:)pain:)

you were in more pain so he understood that

you gave birth to a lil bby girl aww

your husband couldnt be more happy

finally someone made use of his medical knowledge to take care of his daughter

subconciously mumbles medical terms to his daughter in attempts to make her fall asleep

“seungmin... if you continue doing this... our daughter will graduate med school at 5.”

it does work better than classical music tho ngl

your daughter indeed took after her dad.. learning how to walk at 8 months and talk at 10 months

you would sometimes bring her to work and people always tell you that shes a carbon copy of seungmin

big eyes, milky white skin... yeah

has a pic of the three of you on his desk its just so endearing

“is that your child?”

“yes its my daughter and beautiful wife!!!”

and you actually brought your daughter into seungmin’s clinic... he turned into a puddle of goo

such a fool for his daughter smh

and a fool for you too

#stray kids scenarios #kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin scenarios

98 notes · View notes

raeyvies · 8 years ago

Text

“Push and Pull” pt. 6 // VxMC fic (based on day 10)

Surprise double update!! Things better be getting good now right? And yes somewhere in this chapter you’ll start getting love triangle vibes /o/ Remember MC here is “MC Jeon”

By the way, how would you guys feel if I gave MC an actual name? I mean like it’ll still be MC but legit when I write this story, I accidentally write “you” instead of MC cuz well MC isn’t a name xD

I was thinking to choose from these names: Jeon Dayeon, Jeon Jinhee, Jeon Ji-An. Which would you pick?

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt.4 // Pt.5 // Pt. 6

Length: 3234

Part: 6/?

Pairing: VxMC

Warnings: None

Sorry for any grammatical mistakes ^^;;

“Jaehee…,” MC held her hand out to her, inviting her to sit next to her. Jaehee fought to swallow down her tears–she had always been one to show her feelings in private–but this was not as easy, despite having been fooled once already about Rika’s death. Accepting her invitation, the short haired girl sat next to MC, allowing herself to be comforted. “It must be hard but I'm here for you. I'm here for all of you. I know we just met but I can't thank you all enough for being by my side after all this. I’ll be with you if you need a shoulder to lean on, okay.”

It had been a tough day despite everyone’s efforts to remain optimistic. Jaehee let out her cries even in front of her boss but it really did serve a purpose. Because MC encouraged Jaehee to not hide her pain, Jumin realized that his assistant was more than just his worker and fellow member of the RFA. As he saw how selfless MC was, disregarding her own views on the situation and well, having her own dilemmas, Jumin could not help but think that MC came into their lives as a light. As a new sun. As a balance.

Jihyun had been gone for a while with Saeyoung and MC began to worry if something happened. What if Jihyun hurt himself? Saeyoung would have called without a doubt so maybe they were fine. Maybe they were having a long talk and Saeyoung could have been dropping the bomb (pun totally unintended) on him about Rika.

Too much was happening, and there was much more gloom than MC would like to admit she could handle for one day. She needed some refreshing or maybe a restart to the day, and well, she thought it could start by having a change of clothes.

“What city are we at? So much was happening I didn't notice what hospital this is. Then again it was nighttime and we were airlifted here,” MC said after a period of silence. She was surprised that after all this time it never occurred to her to ask where she was, though, it was normal because her mind with clouded with worries and fears.

“We're in Busan, MC. Inje University Haeundae Hospital,” Jumin answered, after all, he was the one who brought them there. MC was taken aback. She was far from home. At least three to four hours away, and Jumin noticed that, suddenly realizing that no one ever asked where she came from. ”I take it that you’re far from where you live.”

Scratching the back of her head and giving a soft chuckle, MC nodded, “Yeah it's pretty far at least by car. But I guess by train it's maybe an hour or two. I'm from Daejeon actually. I was going to say that maybe I could go with one of you to get a new set of clothes in the meantime.”

What MC did not mention was that she wanted to get rid of the clothes she was wearing because they were Rika’s. Little by little and step by step she wanted to strip herself of the terrible moments of these previous eleven days.

Jaehee volunteered to take MC to a retail store assuming that she could be discharged then and there, however, the nurse who had been monitoring her all this time came in. The nurse told them that she might be discharged at night and asked for Zen and Jaehee to give Jumin and MC privacy. Because Jumin passed as her guardian he was allowed to stay for the moment as the nurse discussed MC’s condition with them.

The nurse went over the medication she would have to take for the next week to help her gain back the nutrients her body was missing, and asked for MC to not strain herself for in the near future to prevent another incident like this one. MC was surprised to know she had anemia but she was aware that it was nothing that she would have to be worried about. Yes she would have to make sure she ate properly and that was nothing of a huge effort to begin with. Of course, it also explained why she was so tired recently.

In the meantime, Jaehee and Zen went out to buy MC a new set of clothes that was much more comfortable, both physically and mentally.

Jumin stayed with MC the entire time and was relieved when she was healthy enough to not need an IV anymore. She had definitely regained color in her skin compared to last night, and she looked so much brighter and stronger. Clearly showing that she was comfortable with him, MC talked more about herself and who she was. She had not gotten the chance to truly show the RFA who she was but she was ecstatic to finally show them one by one. And Jumin continued asking questions as he was intrigued in this girl. He found out that she was only two years younger than him so she was twenty five years old. He finally understood why MC was so mature despite everything she had gone through. It was something he really admired about her. However, knowing that she lived quite a distance away, Jumin dreaded the day that MC would return to her home if she ever decided to. He was about to ask her when she would leave when Jaehee and Zen returned with multiple bags of clothing.

“We have a special delivery for Miss Jeon from the fashion department,” Zen came in announcing as he placed the paper bags on MC’s bed. ”Oh! You don't have the IV anymore! Does that mean you get to leave today?”

She nodded as she looked through the contents in each bag. It was much more than she asked but then again she knew she would be staying for a while to be with Jihyun and she had no interest in returning to her home, and risk being followed by Saeran. Admittedly, she was terrified to go home because she would be alone and vulnerable. “Thank you so much! I'll make sure to pay you two back for this. I think I might relocate here in the next months but in the meantime these clothes are enough. So thanks again. And yes I can leave tonight, I don't know where I'll stay–”

“You'll be staying at my penthouse for now until you can settle down here in the city and adjust to the new cityscape,” Jumin interrupted, though it was not his intention. As MC stated she would consider moving to Busan, Jumin wanted to make sure she stayed but it seemed that he blurted it out instead, catching her off guard. She stuttered in agreement, but MC did not really have much of a choice, and she was not interested in blatantly turning down an offer that was so convenient for her.

On the other hand, Zen was somewhat annoyed with Jumin’s upfront interjection. It had been a miracle that the two had not instigated an argument sooner. “Jumin it's not for you to decide if she actually stays here permanently or where she’s going to live for the moment. You can't control everyone for God’s sake.”

MC rather decided to go ahead and take a shower but sadly there was not one in their room. Leaving the room with a set of clothes in her arms and her cell phone, she asked a nearby nurse where she could take a shower. On her way to the showers which were a decent stroll away, she checked her phone and had received multiple notifications from the same person. Although the ID tag said they came from Ray, it was Saeran.

Her heart dropped. All this time she had been distracted from this entire mess. She had forgotten about that phone call. She had forgotten her nightmares. And MC thought it was over with Rika’s death but there was still Saeran. Her palms began to sweat as she hurried on her way to the shower where she could open up the messages and voicemail in silence. MC could hear her heartbeat in her ears but remained composed.

Her shower came first to ease her tension and mentally prepare herself for whatever messages Saeran had left on her phone. The hot water relaxed her muscles and helped her reach a moment of peace, one that she did not think she needed until now. The clothes that Zen and Jaehee had picked out for MC were right in line with her preferred style. It felt great to wear leggings once again along with a large button up shirt.

She felt like she was in her own skin for once.

Towel wrapped over her hair, drops of water falling onto her brand new shirt, she a took seat on the bench in the bathroom and opened the text messages first.

You're the only person I've ever cared for. You must like me. I like you too.

Thank you for being here with me. I really wanted you to stay longer.

I thought I was being a good boy. I thought I was good enough for you to stay.

Without you I feel like I can't breathe. It's like I'm dying. I don't have a purpose anymore.

MC come back I miss you.

I have nowhere to go anymore MC. My savior has died therefore I am nothing anymore.

I have served my purpose.

I'll come back for you another day. I promise you that.

There were several more messages along those lines. MC wanted to pity him, she really did but that was something she could not do for him anymore. This man was sick and MC could decipher that he was more than just figuratively sick. He was not normal; it was as though he lacked any social interaction and that made him that way. But MC could not forget that he tried to drug her too. She could not forget that she had been essentially imprisoned in that room, only able to leave it when Saeran came for her. She had to think of herself before him even though she was the one mad enough to actually go to him, be blindfolded, and fooled by his lies. MC’s hand was balled up in a fist as she thought of everything that could have happened to her at Mint Eye. What if Saeran had lost his control on her like he had with Jihyun? What if he had refused to let her out of his sight? Where would MC be right now if Jihyun had not sent Saeyoung their coordinates?

No lighthearted possibilities came to mind unfortunately as she could only imagine herself being abused, violated, maybe even brainwashed like Saeran. However, MC could only replace those thoughts with memories of Jihyun’s cries through the phone; they were haunting her, so she let out a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and letting the memory play once again. There was no use in fighting it.

We should’ve escaped at the first chance we got, Jihyun. That didn't have to happen to you, MC mentally cried. Later on when Jihyun would fully recover, she was sure to ask him who Saeran was, or at least when the moment seemed appropriate. He seemed to know a lot more about him than even Saeyoung knew. MC felt that she needed some closure before moving on. After all, there would only remain questions for the rest of her life and it would haunt her then.

Shaking her head, she tried to stop thinking about Jihyun and Saeran that night, and listened in to the voicemail he had left.

“The weather was nice today so I wanted to talk to you. But looks like you're not picking up the phone. What a shame.. Listen, to be honest, when you were in that room MC, those were the happiest days of my life. Having you so close I mean. You never showed a spot of betrayal. Dammit it was because of Jihyun that you're not here. I won't ever forget how you trusted me and waited for me. I won't forget your voice. I miss you a lot. I know I've said it so many times already but in the end we couldn't see each other,” Saeran’s voice gradually became broken and lower, sending chills down MC’s spine. This voicemail was causing so much confusion and conflict within her because she knew both sides of him even though Saeran though she only saw the man named Ray. This was beginning to start more like a goodbye than another phone call.

“The last time we met was when I introduced you to the savior right? Now I'll never get to see you. It's all my fault. I dreamed of living happily ever after when this all ended. That won't happen anymore. Though it was brief, I never imagined myself loving someone like I loved you. I wanted to go on a date with you. Hold you hand. Eat ice cream with you. I'm dreaming too big aren't I? I think even now I made you hear how pathetic I am.”

However, his voice completely changed, now sounding sinister and threatening. “But none of this is over, MC. I'll still find my way to you and make these dreams come true. You'll be with me again and we'll live happily ever after. We'll just have to see what the future brings but for now I think this is over. You won't be seeing Ray anymore,” after that, MC heard him cough and growl, struggling with some sort of pain. Once again the voice had changed and it sounded strained and bitter. ”Farewell my dear flower. I hope you’ll remember me like I remembered you.”

The last thing MC heard was the sound of rapid ticking and beeping before the silence was broken by an explosion. As the noise was extremely loud in her ear, she gasped, pulling the phone away quickly. Then the call was voicemail ended with the operator saying in its monotonous voice, “End of voicemail. To listen to this message again press two. To save this message press four.”

Why she decided to save the voicemail was still unknown. Saeran died and MC kept his last words recorded, but what use would she have of it? It seemed however, like the proper thing to do. But that sinister voice rang in her ears. What did he mean that they would see each other again? The man was dead. That would be impossible.

Rika died in an explosion in her apartment. Saeran died in explosion God knows where. The only conclusion MC could reach was that they were destroying evidence of their cult. No one could survive.

And she was an eyewitness of that cult so MC must be evidence of its existence, too.

A few minutes later, MC was able to gather herself after that shocking voicemail. She repeated to herself that she would be fine. That nothing would happen to her. Both Rika and Saeran were dead, and that had to be enough to put the RFA out of harm's way. With those two out of the picture, MC could focus on aiding Jihyun in his recovery. He was her priority for now undoubtedly and her heart ached at the idea of being unable to be by his side. There was no real reason to leave, for now.

Placing her dirty clothes in a bag and removing the towel from her head, MC left the shower room to find herself bumping into Saeyoung and Jihyun. They must have been done with their long walk then. MC assumed that Saeyoung had told him about Rika’s death as the mint haired man had a gloomy expression plastered onto his face. Before the two men noticed that MC was in front of them, they were talking about Saeran.

“...way to get Saeran out of there,” Jihyun was in the midst of explaining to Saeyoung that his brother was alive at Mint Eye. Neither of them must have known what MC knew then. However, why was this to be discussed with Saeyoung? Did he know who Saeran was?

Wait.

Similar names. Almost identical facial features. Different voices however. There was something MC did not know yet and she was beginning to puzzle it together. Saeran and Saeyoung have to be related without a doubt. Maybe it was not the moment to discuss his death with them yet. They already had to mourn the loss of Rika, and MC was not about to hurt them even more.

As the two men finally took note of MC, they immediately cut their conversation. She wanted to say something to them but she did not know what it was, so instead she gave them a small grin and walked by Jihyun’s side.

As Jihyun saw how healthy MC appeared to be, it instantly changed his expression. Despite the previous discussion he had with Saeyoung over Rika and Saeran, seeing MC again gave him the energy that was drawn away from him earlier.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your conversation,” MC apologized for intruding in the midst of an important talk. Sadly, it still ate at her that she would have to wait to tell them about Saeran. But how would she tell them? Would she show them the voicemail? Would she just tell them? Would they even believe her?

The three walked together to their room and spent the rest of the day discussing things about the party, occasional moments about Rika, and mostly the RFA was getting to know MC. When night time fell, everyone was asked to leave the room and leave Jihyun to rest.

No one wanted to leave, but MC was the one who wanted to stay the most. Maybe she had grown accustomed to being by his side after all this time. It was a strange feeling to leave him alone now. Just as everyone was leaving, MC stayed could not fight the urge as she ran back to Jihyun to embrace him. He was caught off guard as he almost fell back onto his bed, but he was just as happy to have MC in his arms for one more moment again. She hugged him carefully, aware of his wound that was healing much quicker than expected. Unlike that night out in the mountains, Jihyun returned the embrace and wrapped his arms around her waist.

It felt so much warmer than that night. It was so pure and innocent.

“I’ll be back tomorrow after helping out with cleaning up the party venue,” MC mumbled against his chest. If anything, she wanted to stay there in his arms. It was very clear that her feelings for him were not going to disappear anytime soon. “Take care of yourself please.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” Jihyun reassured her as he noticed that Jumin was glaring at him. “You give me so much strength, MC. But please don’t keep Jumin waiting, I think he wants to get home too.”

The two friends knew each other so well. Jumin did not need words to tell Jihyun to be cautious of his actions and choose his moves carefully. And Jihyun was completely aware of Jumin’s warning.

To be continued...

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt.4 // Pt.5 // Pt. 6

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme scenario #mystic messenger scenario #mysme angst #mystic messenger angst #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger fanfic #VxMC #Kim jihyun

57 notes · View notes

pllsetskyonice · 8 years ago

Text

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn't have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks.

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

It’s the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the bedside table that wakes him up. He’s in Mila’s spare bedroom, a small sized room with what feels like the most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on, but it evidently didn’t bother him at whatever time he collapsed onto last night. At least he made it into bed, he supposes. That’s an achievement, even if he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

He grabs at his phone, squinting at the screen. It reads 6 AM, and is somehow fully charged, even though he has doesn’t remember plugging it in last night. It’s far too early. Yuri wants nothing more at this particular moment in time than to roll over and go back to sleep to avoid dealing with this hangover from hell, but it’s Otabek that’s calling him, so he supposes that he’d better answer.

“Hello?” he says, his voice sounding all croaky as he unplugs his phone and rolls back onto his back. There’s light streaming in through a gap in the curtains, and Yuri would get up and close them properly, but they’re too far away to deal with right now. Instead, he opts for the easier option: pulling his blankets over his head.

“Yuri, what the fuck?” Otabek asks on the other end of the line. Even in this still half drunk, hungover state, Yuri can tell that this is Not Good. “What were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?” Yuri replies. He wonders if it’s about his and Mila’s Snapchat stories, but from what he can remember there’s nothing too outrageous on them, just some really bad singing in questionable English to pop songs neither of them like.

Yuri fumbles with his phone, opening Twitter with his phone call with Otabek still active in the background. He doesn’t even need to go onto his profile to see it, it’s all over his timeline. “Oh, shit,” he swears as he scrolls through the Tweets. “I don’t even remember posting any of this. I was so drunk, Beka. So drunk. I’m sorry.”